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Sharing is Caring	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 13770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Rosario+Vampire's setting, concepts, and characters belong to Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this.

Chapter List
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Chapter 5: Orchid Dream Realized
- SoloF, Violence (sorta)

“Yahoo-hoo!” cheered Kurumu when she woke up the following Monday. “Tsukune is all mine this week. We’re gonna have so much fun together!” Sitting up on her mattress, she danced, her bounteous bra-less bosom jiggling wildly under her pajama top as she gyrated. “I’ll be the best girlfriend I can be for him!” she vowed as she began getting dressed for school.
As the succubus wrangled her massive mammaries into a cute, frilly white bra, she found her thoughts dwelling on the kinds of “fun” she wanted to have with Tsukune this week. Ever since that magical night at the love hotel, Kurumu had been somehow even more insatiable than before, if only because her fingers just couldn’t replicate how it felt for her to become one with her Destined Mate. The sensation, the succubus reflected, traveled beyond the purely physical and into the realm of the spiritual, the realm of the soul.
How strange, she ruminated, that a sex-demon could think of it in such terms. She smiled tightly. It’s good to know that there’s more to me than meets the eye… even if there’s plenty to meet the eye, too!
Kurumu practically skipped all the way to class, drawing the stares of every boy and girl at school due to the way certain parts of her body bounced. The succubus, however, ignored the stares and whispers. Living for love had set her free from concern for anyone besides her Destined One, and her friends because she chose to cherish them also.
When she spotted Tsukune standing just outside the school, chatting merrily with the pink-haired Moka, Kurumu felt her heart leap into her throat. They won’t deny me my turn, right? They promised! she worried. Gathering herself, the succubus joined them and sidled up to her (she hoped) boyfriend, forgoing her usual bosom-first tackle. “Morning, Tsukune, my darling!” she greeted him airily.
“Good morning, Kurumu,” the young man replied with a smile. For a terrifying moment, the succubus feared that’s all she’d get – or worse, that he’d announce that he’d chosen Moka after all. When Tsukune grasped her hand, though, all became right with the world.
“Morning, Moka,” she greeted her friend and rival with a too-sweet smile.
Moka visibly gritted her teeth. “Good morning, Kurumu,” muttered the vampire. More loudly, she suggested, “We should get to class.”
“Go right ahead,” Kurumu replied with a saucy smirk. “We’ll catch up in a minute.” She gave her frenemy a suggestive look to imply the reason for their delay. To Kurumu’s delight, Moka huffed and stormed off.
The succubus snuggled up to the frowning Tsukune, though she hadn’t noticed his expression yet. Her heart pounded in her ears as she felt her libido kick into overdrive. “I need you so badly, Tsukune,” whispered Kurumu in the young man’s ear. “Could we… find somewhere for… for a quickie before class?” she pleaded.
Tsukune sighed and shook his head. “No. You overdid it a little just now with Moka. Besides, we don’t have time.”
Kurumu exhaled sharply at her Destined One’s rebuff. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I… just… I was afraid you’d… changed your mind,” she managed to explain.
Tsukune squeezed her hand nestled in his. “No way; I’m a man of my word,” he answered firmly. With a self-deprecating chuckle, he added, “Once I make up my mind, that is.”
Kurumu giggled as they headed for their class. “Still, I should make amends for doubting you. Maybe you could… come over for a visit after Newspaper Club today?” she suggested, her voice a soft purr.
Tsukune barely suppressed a quiver of anticipation. “Of course,” he replied as they reached their classroom, just ahead of the bell.
~~~~~
Kurumu spent the whole day in a haze of distracted arousal. By third period, her panties had dampened to the point of discomfort. Sixth period, right after lunch, saw the horny devil sequester herself in a restroom stall rather than go to class.
Stupid succubus body, she grumbled to herself for the twenty-seventh time that day as she stroked her soaked privates furiously. Kurumu stifled her screams of pleasure by biting down on the hem of her sweater, which was rolled upward to also allow her other hand into her blouse. Her surprisingly-sensitive sexy bits responded to her ministrations by compounding her pleasure.
A muffled squeal signaled Kurumu’s climax, one she hoped would sate her until this evening.
~~~~~
Within half an hour after the end of Newspaper Club activities for the day, Kurumu led Tsukune to her door. On the way through the girls’ dorm, they’d gotten a few strange looks from the handful of girls they’d passed, but Kurumu couldn’t care less. She clung to Tsukune’s arm and licked her lips in anticipation of what would come.
“Could I… ask you a small favor, my love?” she asked as a thought occurred to her.
“Sure,” Tsukune answered with an easy smile.
“I’ll need a minute to prepare, but…” Kurumu trailed off, blushing. “Would you, um… once I’m ready, that is…” She cleared her throat to gather her courage. “Pretend you’re coming home after a long day to… to your wife?”
Tsukune’s eyes widened. “You mean… pretend we’re married?” he asked in a soft, panicked voice.
Kurumu winced. “It’s… too much, isn’t it?” She shrugged. “Never mind – just a silly fantasy of mine.”
The young man turned to his girlfriend and gave her a warm smile. “So greedy,” he teased, before kissing her hand gallantly. “Please, Kurumu, call when you’re ready.”
Kurumu’s face lit up little by little, until she was beaming ear to ear. “Yahoo!” she cheered. With a peck on his cheek, she darted inside to prepare.
Only a few minutes passed while Tsukune waited outside, wondering what, exactly (besides the obvious) Kurumu wanted out of pretending they were married. He smiled tightly to himself; he’d certainly been looking forward to fulfilling his girlfriend’s desires all day. The sound of the succubus calling pulled the young man from his reverie and provided his cue; Tsukune resolved to play this role to the best of his ability.
Closing the door behind him once he’d entered, the young man called, “I’m home!” He kicked off his shoes and stepped further into Kurumu’s room. A quick glance detected a fair amount of “girly” things: frilly trim on the bedspread, desk cover, chair cushion, and curtains, all a riot of blue and purple with splashes of pink here and there; a veritable mountain of stuffed animals by the bed; and a small but well-stocked vanity. Incongruously, a Super Famicom sat atop the TV with a game cartridge already in place; with a shock, Tsukune recognized the draconic symbol of one of the Mortal Kombat games, fighting games renowned for their brutality.
Before he could even begin to process the implications, Kurumu’s cheery lilt caught his attention: “Welcome home, dear! How was your day?”
Tsukune barely suppressed both a shiver and a grin when he saw Kurumu’s “preparations” for this evening. Still dressed in her uniform blouse and skirt, the succubus had traded her sweater for a frilly powder-blue apron and her socks for a pair of fuzzy white bedroom slippers. A sweet smile rested on her lips.
“Long,” the young man answered honestly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he added truthfully. Especially when you vanished during sixth period, he fretted to himself.
Kurumu preened and answered with a blush, “Me too!” Her smile took on a rather shy quality as she asked, “So, to relax from a tiring day… would you like something to eat? Would you like to… enter the bath?” she offered, recalling their sensual shower together, which had led to her first time. “O-Or maybe… me?” the succubus whispered, her intimate areas already dripping at the prospect.
Tsukune chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously. “I’m kinda hungry,” he answered.
The succubus rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and turned toward her stove, taking some comfort in the fact that Tsukune loved her cooking. As she twirled around, her skirt flew up a bit, just enough to give Tsukune a glimpse of Kurumu’s luscious rear. It’s really a shame how underappreciated that part is, since her boobs – ridiculously awesome as they are – get all the attention, the young man mused.
Realization then struck like one of inner Moka’s kicks: Kurumu isn’t wearing panties right now. Desire rose more strongly within him, threatening to trigger a nosebleed. Once Kurumu had turned fully away from him, Tsukune, on impulse, tiptoed into position behind his “wife.”
The succubus gasped when she felt her “husband’s” hands seize her waist by surprise. His name tripped needfully from her tongue when he began kissing her neck. A shiver of delight climbed her spine when the breath of his murmur tickled her ear, no less than the contents of it: “On second thought…”
Tsukune nibbled the young woman’s earlobe while his hands began to wander. One stroked her waist; the other slid up her back, incidentally confirming the young man’s suspicion that Kurumu had also removed her bra. His arousal deepened at the revelation and at the way the succubus ground her rump against his groin.
Kurumu moaned with pleasure at the sudden sensation of Tsukune’s hands on her prominent protrusions. Even through the fabric of both apron and blouse, his kneading felt fantastic. Pleasure surged all through her body.
Tsukune released one of the titanic twins to hike up Kurumu’s skirt, eliciting a surprised-yet-lusty moan, one which intensified at the strokes of his fingers along her soaked privates. “No foreplay tonight, dear?” he murmured in her ear. The young man’s own desires spurred him to unfasten his belt and trousers; every moment not spent coupling with this beautiful, special person became a moment wasted.
“For you, Tsukune? Never,” the succubus moaned. “I’m all yours tonight, or whenever you want me. However you want me – I’ll never deny you if you’re… curious to try something,” she promised as she leaned forward to steady herself on the stove, which she fortunately hadn’t turned on yet. A thrill shot through Kurumu at the thought of being taken like this, especially by this suddenly-aggressive Tsukune.
Kurumu emitted yet another moan, this one long and lusty, as Tsukune entered her. Raw physical pleasure coursed through her body, of course, but the act of union also catalyzed a deep emotional, even spiritual, fulfillment she couldn’t quite define, beyond a sort of attunement to her Destined Mate’s state of mind. By instinct, the succubus shifted her hips backward to more readily envelop her beloved’s member; she also took a wider stance for better balance.
Tsukune, reveling in the delightful feeling of being inside the succubus, began thrusting decisively. Every moan and squeal he wrung from his partner rung in his ears like music. The young man added to his girlfriend’s enjoyment by continuing to fondle her fantastic fairy pillows and pepper her neck with kisses.
Clinging to the edge of the stove as if for dear life, Kurumu instinctively worked along with her lover, her hips rocking to pump him at the optimal angles for their mutual enjoyment. Her moans transformed into ecstatic screams of “Tsukune!” Her amethyst-colored eyes glazed over, and her back arched as the succubus careened over the edge. “I love you, Tsukune!” she cried.
Watching the sexy succubus reach her peak triggered the young man to do likewise. Tsukune couldn’t help but groan as he shot his seed deep within Kurumu, the intensity of the release a result of a full day’s worth of anticipation. He nuzzled her neck as he came down from the high, the words “I love you” on the young man’s lips. His knees began to feel oddly weak…
Kurumu panted as she too came down, grinning because she heard him say those blessed words, just to her this time. The energy she felt flowing between them made her heart soar; never had she felt so alive. The succubus turned to kiss her sweet Tsukune and chose not to worry about whether her own and Tsukune’s fluids mixed together might make a mess on the carpet as they leaked out of her.
“Did you enjoy the game?” asked the young man softly once they broke the post-coital kiss.
Kurumu nodded, brightening. “That was amazing. What made you so… decisive?”
Tsukune sat up slowly. “I guess I felt like…” He sighed. “Like I needed to make amends, somehow, for neglecting you for so long.”
“It was just one day – oh!” Kurumu stammered as she caught Tsukune’s meaning: “You mean, before.”
Tsukune nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, I wanted to prove to you that I really do want this kind of relationship with you.”
Kurumu beamed; her heart felt light, yet strong enough to burst from her chest. “Well, ‘husband,’ shall I make us dinner now?”
~~~~~
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Dinner, as Tsukune had come to expect of Kurumu’s cooking, was excellent; the two teens even took turns feeding each other, though that led to lots of dropped pieces and plenty of laughs. After dinner, they played video games, in which Kurumu proceeded to thrash Tsukune using every character’s most brutal and bloody finishing moves; by the time they called it quits for curfew, Tsukune’s fighters had been electrocuted, impaled, disemboweled, decapitated, rent asunder horizontally and vertically, frozen and shattered (something Tsukune thought Mizore might appreciate), dissolved in acid, eaten whole, exploded, immolated (which Tsukune found unsettling), and soul-drained (which Tsukune also found unsettling, though he couldn’t put his finger on why).
Finally, curfew loomed, and it was time to say farewell for the evening. As they kissed goodnight in Kurumu’s doorway, the succubus giggled.
“What’s so funny?” asked Tsukune.
“I was just thinking about how much fun it’ll be to do this kind of thing every night this week,” she answered coyly. “I hope you can handle it.”
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A/N: Another week, another chapter posted. I'll go ahead and admit that this is probably my favorite chapter of this story, for a couple reasons. First, Kurumu is one of my favorite characters in R+V, and I love writing her. She's innocent yet sexy - a "lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets," which is an archetype I find fascinating. Second, this chapter is a riff on one of my favorite chapters of the manga, a heartbreaking one wherein Kurumu accidentally charms Tsukune and takes him to her room until it wears off; while there, she has them pretend to be a couple, just for the day, just so she can know what it'd be like if Tsukune loved her. :'( Since they actually are a couple in this story, there's obviously no pretending needed.
In other news, I finished the last chapter of the story, which will be posted in a few weeks. I just wanted y'all to know that, despite a scary bout of writer's block a few weeks ago, there will be no delays in the update schedule.
I look forward to your feedback, all, whether via rating, review, PM, or joining the discussion thread for this story on the forums!
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