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Cut the Crap, Tsukune!	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 10769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Rosario+Vampire; Ikeda Akihisa does. I make no money for the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 5: Melting With the Warmth of Desire
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Tsukune stared at the nearly-naked young woman in front of him. Is she serious? Does she really want to “make a baby”?

Mizore giggled. “Your face,” she managed finally. “You look terrified!”

“You don’t just say stuff like ‘Let’s make a baby’ so casually!” the young man cried.

“I know,” Mizore replied with a mischievous giggle. “I just wanted to see your reaction.” She sighed. “I just don’t know why I’d bother finishing high school, though.”

“You’d miss out on adventures with us,” Tsukune offered.

Mizore quirked her mouth. “Could you take off your clothes too? I feel weird being naked while you’re still dressed.”

Tsukune laughed and scratched his head. “Okay, but you’re still wearing your socks,” he pointed out as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I feel sexier with them still on,” she replied. Her eyes remained fixed on her date as his shirt came off, followed by his trousers and boxers.

A thought occurred to Tsukune, which he voiced: “Isn’t there at least one class you’re good at?” When Mizore just blinked, he explained further: “Your song on Family Day was great; I thought you might be doing well in music class.”

The snow-woman smiled softly and nodded. “It’s my best subject, not that that’s saying much,” she replied. “You really liked my song? I wrote the lyrics myself.”

“Even better,” Tsukune responded. “Maybe you could become an idol singer, or just write for one.”

The young woman rolled her eyes, but the pink of her cheeks betrayed just how flattered she felt at the compliment. “I guess that’s something I’ll think about,” she promised. “Don’t think you can distract me, though,” she added with a wink. “How should we do this?” Mizore asked, her nerves creeping just barely audibly into her voice.

“I… don’t know,” the young man answered honestly. “How do you want to?”

Mizore shrugged. “Normally snow-women freeze their partners and climb on. Or so I’ve heard,” she answered, a bit too quickly. “Obviously, that’s not an option.”

Tsukune chuckled nervously and scratched his head again. He began, “I don’t have much experience—“

“Look, I’m not dumb,” Mizore cut him off. “I know how you feel about outer Moka, and I know you two had a study date alone earlier this week. Even without peeping on you to confirm it, I know you did more than just study.”

The young man looked down. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to brag because I knew it might hurt you and the others.”

“Good idea. I don’t really care,” she replied, not wholly untruthfully, “but Kurumu or Yukari would probably have been really upset.”

Not Yukari, Tsukune thought, except maybe to complain that she wasn’t invited to join us. Aloud, he told her, “I’m glad you’re not.”

Mizore finally summoned sufficient courage to join him on her bed, spurred on by an idea. “Please, take me from behind, Tsukune,” she suggested. “I’ve… fantasized about that several times.” Damn, that’s an understatement, she chided herself, for one of your top-five favorite fantasies.

For a change, Tsukune took the initiative and kissed the nearly-nude young woman beside him. His hands roamed her bare skin, smooth and cool to the touch. The soft moans that escaped her between their joined lips brought the young man a deep sense of satisfaction. He looked forward to eliciting more such noises from her.

~~~~~

“What took you so long, Mistress Kokoa?” teased the bat perching on the ledge beside one of the second-floor windows. “I found who you’re looking for! Hurry up, whee!”

“Easy for you to say,” grumbled the redhead vampire as she slid along the wall gingerly, only her toes holding her on the narrow ledge. “You can fly!”

One foot slipped. Before she fell, though, she dug her fingers into the brick wall, where her vampire strength instantly created fingerholds. From her window on the first floor to this point, the outer face of the girls’ dorm was now boasted a dozen such divots.

The window-sill proved her refuge. Wider than the ledge, it provided enough room for her to stand normally – just barely enough. Digging one last handhold into the wall next to this window for a failsafe in case she lost her footing again, Kokoa peered inside, past the partially-open lavender curtains.

The young vampire’s jaw dropped, and she felt the heat rise into her cheeks at what she saw.

The snow-skank was lying on the mattress, naked except for her silly-looking socks, her hips raised. Behind her knelt that no-good human trash who’d dared defile Big Sis, also naked. The two of them, whom Kokoa was seeing in profile, kissed briefly but intensely.

“What the hell?” muttered the peeping vampire. “Big Sis allowed him the honor, the privilege of coupling with her; yet now he’s here, about to bone the ice-bitch? Unbelievable.” Kokoa shook her head and scowled. “Big Sis is gonna flip her lid when I tell her about this!”

The redhead fully intended to leave at that very moment. Seeing the two of them on the verge of becoming one – especially the human twit’s fully-erect, surprisingly-substantial member standing tall – proved unexpectedly mesmerizing. A familiar, if not wholly welcome, sense of need pooled in her belly and rooted her to the spot.

“At least I can see a little bit of what Big Sis sees in him,” grumbled the young vampire.

~~~~~

“Ohh, Tsukune,” Mizore moaned as she felt the young man enter her. “Damn, that feels good.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Does it feel okay for you?”

Tsukune nodded, eyes glazing over as he processed the sensation. Like with her mouth, his fears that she would feel too cold to be enjoyable proved unfounded. Though she felt cooler than was entirely comfortable, Mizore’s body had warmed enough and, more importantly, slickened enough for the young man’s enjoyment. Even lost in a haze of pleasure, though, his concern for her prompted him to ask, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“It’s… a little warm,” she admitted, “but I like it.” She donned a brave smile. With a giggle, she added, “Maybe I can quench your desire, like a water bucket does for a sword.”

Tsukune laughed. He bend forward to kiss Mizore’s neck, but she turned her head and met him with her lips. “Thank you for sharing your first time with me, Mizore,” he whispered.

The snow-woman blushed and turned her head away as her emotions threatened to rush forth like an avalanche. He really does think of this as my first time, she realized. What a sweet thing to say. Maybe I should think the same way?

Mizore smiled, mostly to herself since Tsukune couldn’t see her face at that moment. “Even though it’s my… my first time” she urged him in a soft, halting voice, “please don’t hesitate to… enjoy yourself completely.” She fought the building urge to rock her hips. “I promise I’ll enjoy it too.”

With her encouragement and blessing, Tsukune began moving. He started with a slow, almost languid pace for his thrusts, attentive to the gasps and soft moans of pleasure from his partner. I’ll make this last as long as I can, he resolved, and make her feel as good as possible.

For her part, Mizore felt totally inundated with pleasure, as though she were drowning in an ocean of joy. Tsukune feels so… so perfect inside me, she thought. I never imagined it would be this good. Hell, I’d almost given up hope for this to ever happen.

Her emotions welled within her again. Before they could pour forth, though, she dammed them up through sheer force of will. I don’t want to make this awkward by crying all of a sudden, she resolved, even if they’re tears of joy.

“More, Tsukune,” she urged. To emphasize the point, Mizore moved in response to her partner’s thrusts. “Feels like… like my pussy’s melting…”

“With the warmth of my desire, right?” asked Tsukune, speeding up as requested. “That’s what your song said,” he teased.

“That was my heart, you perv,” Mizore teased back. “Right now, I don’t really give a damn.” She muffled her moan with her pillow.

The sounds of their coupling filled the room. Neither teen particularly paid attention, too overwhelmed with pleasing and being pleased to notice much else. Tsukune added to Mizore’s enjoyment by gripping her rump. Holding the firm, taut muscle – not quite as firm or taut as inner Moka’s, the still-observant portion of Tsukune’s brain noted, but still amazingly sexy – gave the young man additional leverage for deeper, firmer thrusts.

“Yes! Fuck me, Tsukune!” the snow-woman cried into her pillow. His dick’s so deep inside, she exulted. It’s hitting directly spots I can at most brush with my fingers.

Tsukune grinned. He couldn’t hear what Mizore was saying, but he loved how she felt the need to muffle herself and how her skin had grown slick with sweat under his hands. To give her such intense pleasure made him feel… manly.

Mizore’s hips kept pace with Tsukune’s movements. “Oh, shit, Tsukune,” she moaned as she felt her climax impending. “Fuck me! I’m almost there! Ohhh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck I’m cumming I’m cuuuuummmmiiiinnnng!” At the moment she peaked, Mizore’s back arched, pulling her head away from the pillow just in time for her to utter, “Ahhhh fuck yesss…”

~~~~~~

Outside the window, the petite redhead vampire could hear the moans and groans of the room’s occupants as well as see them moving together. The looks of delight on their faces, apparent even from her perspective, made Kokoa’s thoughts wander in various directions. In response to these thoughts, her free hand began kneading her own bosom through her clothes.

Kokoa’s mind buzzed. Could that really feel good? Would I be moaning like that? No way could that human twerp make me feel good. Didn’t he make Big Sis feel great, though?

Unbidden, her mind’s eye conjured the image of her sister in the same position now occupied by the snow-slut. Imaginary Moka’s face wore a similar expression of utter ecstasy. Her impressive bosom swayed under her as her perfectly-sculpted rear bounced with every thrust.

Kokoa’s face reddened at the thought of peeping on her older sister in the midst of such ativity. Her hand worked her nipples, jolts of pleasure coursing through her. Her green eyes glazed over and her breathing quickened. Her knees weakened.

~~~~~

Tsukune paused to give Mizore a chance to catch her breath. The snow-woman panted, glad she’d managed to avoid freezing her date inside her. There wasn’t much chance of that, though, given how warm he felt within her.

Mizore’s cheeks flushed. “You… didn’t finish,” she noted, a little sadly. “Do you want to… keep going?” She glanced back at him hopefully.

Tsukune chuckled sheepishly. “If you don’t mind, Mizore,” he replied, scratching the back of his head, “and if it’s… safe to do so.”

“What do you mean, ‘safe’?” the young woman teased, her eyes glittering with mischief. “We’re making a baby, remember? I need your seed to accomplish that.”

“Mizore…”

“I’m joking,” she reassured him. “I promise to chill… that area… once you’re out, on one condition.”

“Name it,” he sighed, afraid she was about to ask something weird.

“Call me your little snow-bunny while we’re together like this,” she requested. “You don’t have to do it any other time, I promise.”

Tsukune chuckled, relieved. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Sure thing… my little snow-bunny.”

Mizore’s heart leapt on hearing those words, words she’d longed to hear Tsukune say ever since they first met. She giggled in purest joy. Eager to resume, her hips thrust backward towards her beloved. “Fuck me, Tsukune,” she pled. “Fuck your little snow-bunny.”

Not needing any further encouragement, the young man resumed making love to his date. Other than the sweat on her skin, Mizore showed no signs of fatigue from her previous climax. If anything, she seemed more turned on than before.

The two teens continued their coupling for some time, a time that seemed to freeze the whole world in place. They traded kisses on the lips periodically when Mizore wasn’t moaning into her pillow. When she was, Tsukune peppered her neck and ear with kisses.

All too soon, he felt a familiar tightening in his loins, signaling his impending release. “I… won’t last… much longer,” he warned her. “Are you sure—?”

“Of course,” Miore interjected. “Cum inside me, Tsukune. I want your cum so damn much. Oh shit… I’m cumming too!”

Both of them reached their peaks at roughly the same moment. Tsukune groaned as he released his seed. Mizore buried her face into her pillow to stifle the stream of swears that slipped past her lips.

~~~~~

Kou sat on the ledge, totally unsure what to say or do. His mistress had sunk to her knees on the window-sill, her breathing rapid and her eyes glazed over. The bat-hammer had never seen Mistress Kokoa acting so strangely; perhaps it had something to do with why she was scratching between her legs so feverishly?

For her part, Kokoa found herself enraptured by watching the human twit and the snow-tramp fucking like animals. During their second round, her hand had found its way into her soaked panties to stroke the little nub that always made her feel so very good. A single finger had slipped inside soon after, surprising her with a novel rush of pleasant sensations and driving her to her knees.

“Mistress Kokoa, are you all right?” asked a concerned Kou.

The young vampire bit out “Fine” in response to the question. Her finger pumped in and out of her at a pace matching that of the couple inside the room. They’re really going at it, Kokoa remarked inwardly. Maybe that loser isn’t so worthless after all, if he can last long enough for the bitch to climax once already and keep going.

Did he last this long for you, Big Sis? Did he make you climax? More than once?

At that point, her imagination took a hard right turn. In place of her true older sister, she thought of herself as the human’s partner. Accordingly, her mind substituted his member for her finger.

Kokoa leaned her forehead against the glass as visions of Tsukune pounding her filled her head. Based on what she’d seen, one finger alone wouldn’t suffice to mimic his manhood. Adding a second stretched and filled her in ways she couldn’t even begin to describe. She barely throttled the moan that threatened to escape.

The glass fogged near the petite vampire’s mouth as she panted with pleasure. The muffled moans from within changed timbre, signaling that the room’s occupants were peaking. Kokoa’s hormone-addled imagination impelled the fantasy-Tsukune inside her to do likewise, pulsing within her as he shot his seed, like in the H-magazines she usually read while engaging in this particular activity.

Orgasm tightened every muscle in the young vampire’s body at one time. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her fingers bored deeper into the brick wall, crumbling it into powder. Her thighs clamped down around her hand. Her insides gripped her fingers before devolving into random spasms. Her toes curled.

Gradually, Kokoa’s body relaxed and her senses returned as the orgasm subsided. She extracted her hand from her panties and regarded her fingers glistening in the fading daylight. Her face crumpled into an angry expression.

What? How could I… imagine doing that… with that… that human garbage? she fumed at herself. Stupid overactive imagination. Stupid hormones. Never mind that he’s my sister’s boyfriend.

An evil grin spread across her face. Maybe not for much longer, once I tell her about her pet human banging the ice princess in there.

“Mistress Kokoa! It’s good to see you back to normal, whee!” called her familiar, breaking into her thoughts.

Startled, Kokoa leaned back to glare at the bat-hammer. Because she’d powdered the part of the wall she’d been using as a handhold, leaning back unbalanced her. Off-balance on the narrow ledge, she fell. Two stories later, she found herself face-first and upside down half-stuck in a large bush. A hypothetical passerby would have seen a pair of black knee-high socks flailing uselessly and an inverted plaid skirt revealing a pair of pink panties with strawberry motif and an obvious damp spot over the crotch.

Never before had Kokoa Shuzen, daughter of a mighty vampire lord and lady, felt so humiliated in her life.

“When I get out of here, Kou,” she growled, “I’m gonna rip off your wings and feed them to you!”

~~~~~

Shit, this is bad, Mizore thought to herself. She and Tsukune, having disengaged from their lovemaking, lay in a sweaty heap on her bed. I’m too hot; I can’t cool myself down at all.

A small, rueful smile formed on her lips. I guess there are worse ways to die. At least I got to fuck Tsukune – before Boobzilla, no less. Score one for Clan Shirayuki.

Inner Moka’s encouragement to live her life flashed through her mind. Mustering her courage, she reminded herself, I can’t die yet. I want to do this many more times and have Tsukune’s children. With what little strength she had, she pointed at her refrigerator in the next room and croaked, “Lollipop.”

Still in a post-coital daze, Tsukune stared in confusion at her outstretched arm for a long moment before realization struck. He fought his fatigue and a wave of panic to heave himself upright. On wobbly knees, he struggled towards the refrigerator, kicking himself the whole way: I pushed her too far. I should’ve known she’d overheat from all that. Now, if I don’t hurry, she’ll die, and I will be the one who killed her.

Hold on, Mizore. Don’t die on me. Please don’t die on me.

With that thought, a surge of renewed strength filled him, carrying him the rest of the way to his goal. The young man yanked open the appliance’s door and immediately spotted a plastic tray with slots for a dozen lollipops. Four remained in the tray, and Tsukune grabbed the closest to carry back, through sheer force of will, to his overheating snow-bunny. He refused to fail her.

By the time he returned to the bed, Mizore had slumped back down, her breathing the only sign of life. She merely opened her mouth for the human boy to insert the life-saving candy with its icy core. The snow-woman sighed as her body temperature slowly dropped to its normal level. A smile of relief on her face triggered a similar one on his.

“I’m okay,” she murmured. Just to be sure, Mizore formed ice claws on her hands, which informed her that she could chill other areas of her body past the freezing point. Good – now I can keep my promise. As she did just that, she repeated, “I’m okay.”

“Your hair frosted over,” Tsukune commented. He wanted to hold her hand, but he feared that his body heat might hurt her again. He contented himself with admiring the sheen of frost, formerly sweat, all over her mostly-nude form.

De-icing herself, Mizore sat up slowly. “I think next time I should keep my lollipop during sex,” she remarked drily.

Growling noises from both their stomachs preempted any reply. The teens shared a relieved laugh and a brief, chaste kiss. “I guess all the excitement worked up an appetite,” Tsukune half-joked.

“I’ll get dinner started,” Mizore replied with a small smile and a giggle.

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A/N: Thus ends this installment of my R+V series. As I mentioned in my previous AN, I have some other projects that need to take precedence before I begin writing Kurumu's story. I think I'll be able to start on it in Decembeer and work on it through the holidays; it'll probably be early next year before I start posting it.
I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and Mizore's story arc. Please let me know via rating and review, the latter of which I look forward to reading!
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