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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Kitsune waited for a flash of lightning before knocking on the door of the manager’s room. On the other side of the door, a light flickered on.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Kitsune replied, cinching up her bathrobe.
She heard a shuffling and then the door opned.
“What the matter?” Keitaro asked squinting.
Kitsune made as if to leave. “You were asleep. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
“No, no.” Keitaro yawned. “What’s going on?”
“It’s silly,” Kitsuned demurred. “You’ll think I’m being stupid.”
“I’m sure it won’t be. Just tell me.”
Kitsune affected an embarrassed sigh. “Well okay.” She played with belt of her robe and traced circles in the carpet with her foot. “It’s the storm,” she said, shuddering as another bolt of lightning it up the night sky.
“You’re afraid?”
Kitsune nodded. “I was wondering if I could…No, I can’t ask it of you.” She turned to leave again.
“Just ask me. You’re my tenant. I want to help.”
Kitsune smiled. “You’re sweet.” She bit her lip. “I was wondering if I could stay with you.”
Keitaro’s eyes bulged. “What?”
“It would just be until the storm is over. I won’t make any trouble, I promise.” She whimpered at another flash of lightning.
With a torn look, Keitaro stepped aside. As she entered, he gestured to the futon.
“You can sleep there.”
Kitsune crawled under the covers. The hard part was over. Keitaro flicked the lights off, and she waited.
Keitaro stretched out on the tatami next to the futon and turned his back to her.
Kitsune’s eyebrows shot up. He really wasn’t going to try anything?
“What are you doing?” she asked like a lost little girl.
Keitaro rolled toward her. “Going to sleep.”
She shuffled over to him and took his hand. “Will you stay with me? Please?”
Keitaro said nothing in the dark, and for a moment Kitsune thought she’d lost; but then he got to his knees and shuffled over to the futon. Kitsune smiled and, once he’d laid down, she crawled in behind him and wrapped her arms around him, cuddling up to him like he was a big teddy bear.
“Thank you,” she told the stiffening manager.
“No problem,” the manager choked out in castrato tone.
Kitsune marvelled at this submissiveness beyond even her wildest hopes. Naru’s little tumble must have been the closest thing the man had ever had to a connection with a woman. She felt herself grow damp at the idea: a man with no preconceptions, no bad habits, and no immediate desire for dominance. It was like an answer to a prayer.
The games entered a new phase. She started off by clinging tighter whenever lightning struck, paying attention to the fact that it took him less and less time to loosen up each time she did it.
By the fourth time, he took one of her hands in his and said, “It’s okay.”
Kitsune melted, and began tracing lazy patterns around his chest with her free hand.
“Keitaro?”
“Yes?” He sounded wary.
“I’m really glad I met you. You seem like a nice man.”
She traced a line south over his ribs.
“What do you mean?”
“You were willing to tell the truth. Some guys would have lied to score points, but not you.”
She tightened her hug for moment before tracing feather light circles over his belly. He didn’t flinch. He was used to her.
“I just told the truth. It’s not like I had a choice.”
She took hold of his hand and began tracing over the palm, and grinned as she felt his minute shudder.
“It took courage,” she insisted, and kissed the back of his neck. “Thank you.”
She spread kisses along his neck as she rubbed her crotch against his leg.
Keitaro groaned. “Kitsune?” He took hold of her wrist. “What are doing?”
“Thanking you,” she whispered in his ear before trilling her tongue over his earlobe. “Don’t you like it?”
“I…” He inhaled, trying to shore himself up. “I like it a lot, but it isn’t right. We’ve only just met, and Naru…” He hissed as Kitsune dropped a hand down to fondle his cock throbbing through his flannels.
“It doesn’t feel like you want to stop.” She prepared for the kill.
But Keitaro surprised her by pushing his way out of her arms. He dashed to the door and flipped on the lights. He looked frantic, his eyes pinned to her like a mouse watching a cat.
“We can’t do this,” he said even with his arousal plain to all with eyes. “Naru and I…We…” The words wouldn’t come. Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for this.
Kitsune knew she had to do damage control, had to change tactics. She struggled for any sort of tale, but came up empty. Finally she went with the only thing she could think of: pinned him against the wall, and kissed him for all she was worth. Keitaro stood stock still, too petrified to struggle.
The Fox growled against his dead, rubbery lips as her deep pulsing need howled for live and responsive prey. She dropped a hand down to grip his manhood and stroked with abandon as she willed him to forget Naru, forget his inhibitions, everything except her hand on his dick. He shuddered and she released his lips to look at him as his head lolled, done in by the sheer impossibility of his situation as his eyes grew foggy with lust and confusion.
“Why?” He whispered. She grabbed a hand hung loose at his side and stuck it under bathrobe and flush against her slick womanhood.
The Fox’s fangs flashed as she leaned down to whisper back, “Feel how hot I am for you, baby? How wet? Don’t you want to stick your fat cock in me? Fill me with all that juice you’ve been saving up? Fuck my pretty little mouth, or maybe you’d like to get between these,” she said dragging his other hand through the valley of her breasts.
Keitaro’s eyes rolled back as she continued her list that went beyond his wettest dreams.
The Fox smiled as he let out a pathetic whimper. “Maybe all of the above?”
She pushed against his shoulders until he dumbly slid down against the wall into a sit with a dazed look. As he did, she jerked down his pyjama bottoms and let out a happy coo as his cock sprang free.
“You look ready to burst, baby.”
She undid her bathrobe tossed aside, and gave a slow twirl.
“Like what you see?” She cocked her head. “Where to start? Oh, I know!”
She knelt before him and leaned forward until his cock slid between her milky soft tits. She squeezed them together and looked up to give him a smile.
“Bet you’ve never done this before. Naru doesn’t have the tits for it.”
The mention of Naru went right by Keitaro as he stared transfixed by Kitsune as she started to move up and down. He panted at the feel of her baby soft skin, and let out a keen as she stuck out her tongue to swirl around the head of his cock.
“Like that, baby?” she asked before going in to suck on his tip and increasing the pace of her strokes. Keitaro’s mouth hung open as his hips thrust up to meet her on their own. The Fox grinned. He was hers now, his pleasure hers to control. She hummed a happy tune around his cock as she thought of licking every inch of his body until he begged; of riding him until neither could move; of screaming orgasms as he pounded into her from behind and collapsed on top of her; of her name on his lips spoken a thousand different ways: pleading, frightened, joyful, loving, worshipful.
Kitsune looked up into Keitaro’s dazed frightened eyes and held his gaze as she released him from the warm embrace of her breasts and sucked him deeply, going down until the tip of his cock brushed her throat. Keitaro wheezed as the last of his resistance burned in the heat of Kitsune’s stare. He practically whimpered as she pulled back and felt the cold air hit his wet manhood.
Kitsune wiped her chin. “You like that, hon?”
Keitaro nodded.
“Want more?”
Another nod.
Kitsune smirked. “Tell me.”
Keitaro stared blankly. “Tell you?”
Kitsune gave a shrug. “Can’t know what to do until you ask me.” She leaned back as if to stand. “Maybe I should leave and let you think…”
“No!” Before he even knew what he was doing, Keitaro’s hand shot out to grab Kitsune’s wrist. “Don’t go.”
Kitsune gave him an expectant look.
Keitaro looked to the side. “What you were doing before…”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“When you were sucking…on my…”
Kitsune reached down to give him a stroke of torturous encouragement. “The words you’re looking for are ‘Please suck my cock. Please make me come so hard I black out.’”
Keitaro winced at the words, but the moment Kitsune took her hand away he blurted out, “Please suck my cock. Please make me come so hard I black out. Please don’t stop!”
The Fox nearly howled her victory as she tugged Keitaro’s hand and led him to lie down on the tatami. She straddled his face and lowered herself until her pubic hair brushed his nose.
“I think you know what to do,” she said before finally taking mercy on her prey and swallowing his entire length.
Keitaro screamed into Kitsune’s pussy as he felt her warm wet tongue dance over his flesh as she gave him an exquisite slow suck. The pleasure paralysed him until she released him again. Taking it to be a threat, he seized her hips and fairly plunged his tongue deep into her pussy.
Kitsune felt a spark rise from her pussy and explode in her brain as Keitaro’s tongue probed and caressed the deepest part of her. ‘Naru’s taught you a thing or two.’
Keitaro thrilled at the new taste of Kitsune. Each woman tasted different it seemed, but it was fast becoming his new favourite flavour as he chased every new trickle of moisture with his tongue. He had an overwhelming urge to search for its source and foraged ever deeper in his quest. It was this spirit of adventure that made him plunge a finger into her throbbing pussy. His mind flashed to Naru’s pussy squeezing around his cock as Kitsune’s contracted around his finger. Her own moans muffled by his cock.
Kitsune felt her control begin to drain away. She’d miscalculated the depth of the need which howled for the completion only cock could provide. His cock. If she didn’t steady herself, she’d be the one begging him. She let his prick slip from her lips and pulled out of his grasp. She turned around until her pussy lips brushed against the head of his cock.
She wanted it. Wanted so badly, but he couldn’t know that. She gripped his shaft and poised it before her entrance. Her eyes found his.
“Tell me,” she said.
“Fuck me.” His reply was immediate. “Please fuck me, Kitsune.”
Kitsune obliged, and let out a long happy moan as she slid him inside.
“Oh, you feel so good inside me,” she said as she grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her breasts. She released his hands and pushed herself up until only his head was inside, and sank down again all the way to his base.
“More?” she asked with a smutty look.
Keitaro nodded. “More, please.”
Kitsune gave up her pretence and rode him with abandon. The room echoed as her hips slapped against his.
Keitaro thrust up to meet her as he kneaded and squeezed her breasts. He teased her nipples with her thumbs, and watched enthralled as Kitsune’s face contorted with ecstasy. When Kitsune leaned down on her elbows to change the angle of her thrusts, Keitaro raised his head to capture a nipple with his lips. Kitsune clutched his head to her chest as she thrust down upon him, mewling. She began to swivel her hips from side to side and in circles and revelled as each change in movement brought a change in Keitaro’s sucking. She hissed as Keitaro ran his teeth over the swollen bud. She was so close, just a little bit more… She grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers against her clit. He got it without explanation and began toying with her pearl between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a hard swipe as he drove into her. Kitsune screamed and collapsed on top of him. She clutched tight to his chest as tremours shook her legs.
“So good, fucking best, oh God…” she descended into gibberish as she shook and her vision turned white at the edges.
Keitaro groaned as he felt Kitsune’s inner walls clench around him. He thrust up with a cry and came over and over. His arms wrapped tight around Kitsune’s back as the pleasure left him staring dazed at the ceiling until exhaustion claimed. Kitsune let out a happy hum as she slid down to his side, snuggled up against his chest and kissed it.
‘I won,’ she thought as she listened to Keitaro’s slow rhythmic breathing before she too fell asleep.
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