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The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi	By : OkibiOhki Category: +G to L > Haruhi Suzumiya Views: 27298 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The light novel series begun with Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu is the creation of Nagaru Tanigawa. This story is not intended to produce money or otherwise profit from his intellectual property.

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The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi

     Content: All sex depicted here is consensual. Kyon/Haruhi (M/F) -- and some plot. Nothing new from the previous chapters, really. >_>;

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     I wake up in my bed, alone. It is the proper size again, not stretched out how it was last night.

     The reason I'm awake is the fact that my little sister is giggling as she runs down the hall with my blankets. I'm left alone and shivering, except for my pajamas and a single still-damp pair of dusty blue panties.

     That's enough for me to believe it wasn't a dream, though I quickly hide my ... trophy? Is ... that what it is?

     Too much to think about.

     Wherever they came from, I find the most secure spot in the room to hide them -- beneath my dresser's bottom drawer.

     After that I rush to school, prepared for another day, though my head is constantly filling with the images of Haruhi, Mikuru, Nagato, and Sasaki....

     ***

     Strangely enough, I don't see any sign of Koizumi. I would have expected, somehow, that the esper would have run up the second I reached the school, but curiously enough ... that doesn't happen. I wonder briefly if Koizumi somehow lost interest, and then just push it from my mind.

     What that person does is not my problem at the moment.

     When I get to class, Haruhi is already there again. I guess it's a new habit?

     I'm struck for a moment, robbed of speech and unable to face her when I realize -- I just cheated on her last night! It's easy enough to fall into the heat of the moment -- maybe even try and tell myself it was all a fantasy, but I just....

     Class representative Goto bumps into me on his way in, jogging me loose before Haruhi sees me staring at her.

     How the hell am I supposed to face her now? There is no way this situation could possibly get worse for me!

     I trudge to my seat, resigned to the fact that because this is the world I live in and Haruhi would want to know ... somehow she'll find out.

     She's distracted by something, though, and doesn't latch onto my guilty demeanor when I slouch into my seat. In fact, she doesn't even look away from the window until after Okabe (that psychotic handball fanatic) calls us to attention introducing a new student--

     ...oh. Oh, _damn_.

     Looking slightly confused about her situation, and managing an uncomfortable smile anyway, Sasaki stands next to Okabe-sensei and smooths down the ruffles of her skirt -- which is her old uniform, as she evidently doesn't have a Kitago uniform yet. Before Okabe can say her name I blurt out, "Sasaki!"

     Okabe raises an eyebrow and has the girl who sits next to me -- Yura -- move so that Sasaki can be placed next to someone who already happened to know her. It's not like I'm the only one in this classroom who knew her! Kunikida, smirking at me from across the room....

     Jerk!

     Taking her seat, Sasaki gives me a nervous smile, and then nods at Haruhi as well. "I ... didn't expect my transfer ... to go through so quickly," she offers by way of explanation, once break comes around.

     Haruhi, on the other hand, is staring at Sasaki with a kind of horrified fascination, eyes wider than usual, and a lot less amused light than normal filling them -- though the intensity there is, if anything, even stronger. Eyes narrowing, Haruhi leans toward me, and in a whisper loud enough for Sasaki to overhear, hisses, "Why is your ex-girlfriend here?"

     Mildly taken aback, Sasaki blinks before saying carefully, "Kyon and I.... Ah, Suzumiya-san, that was some time ago; you shouldn't let it trouble you now!"

     Haruhi grumbles something indistinct in response before leaping to her feet and storming away. In the distance, Kunikida and Taniguchi are snickering at me. I give Sasaki a pleading look, and she gives me that familiar, reassuring smile. "Don't worry," she says quietly with a shake of her head. "Ah ... we should be brief about this -- so as I understand it, part of Suzumiya-san desires that I be here to satisfy you. But part of her, ah ... does not wish to share?

     "If this is to progress, I should probably at some point join your club, but if that distresses Suzumiya-san further, then it will become a problem. Ah, but ... the problem is with her indecisiveness. Effectively, her desire to be a good and altruistic person contrasted against her selfish desire to ... well ... have you only to herself."

     What?

     "Ah ... Suzumiya-san's nerves would be greatly settled, I expect, if you were to give her some positive attention, or perhaps ask her out on a date? Reassure her that she's important to you?" Sasaki concludes with a smile.

     She lets this sink in until Haruhi comes back.

     ***

     It's not until lunch I manage to form some sort of plan. I bring a bento, and Haruhi always goes to the cafeteria.

     So this time, I follow her.

     She stops in the hallway as I dash to keep up with her, and I bump into her before I can stop myself, reflexively putting an arm around her to keep her from falling down. With her balance, she doesn't need my help, but she doesn't stop me -- in fact, her shoulder presses into my arm a little before she stands upright and shoots me a studying look.

     Not angry, at least.

     Also, everyone in the hall is staring at us, but I've pretty much given up on appearing normal since I'm part of Haruhi's club. No, that's not right.... The brigade is more than that. It's all of us together.

     Even though I don't say anything, I think that Haruhi understands that from me; her gaze wasn't very stern, but it softens a little bit, though her voice still sounds cross when she prompts, "Well?"

     "Uh, why ... don't we have lunch together?" I suggest. She raises an eyebrow, then gives me a curt nod, brushing my hand free and breezing down the hallway at a more sedate pace. I keep up and follow her through the lines. Unsurprisingly, it seems to take her no time to get through them, snatch a cafeteria lunch, and slam it down on a table.

     I sit opposite her and set my bento down.

     It's a little awkward, and neither of us speak, just picking at our lunches. Finally, she asks, "So ... what makes you suddenly want to eat with me? Scared off by your ex?"

     "I don't know why you keep calling her that," I say, trying suddenly very hard not to think of last night.

     Haruhi gives me a surprisingly unimpressed look. "I'll actually think _less_ of you if you're telling me you fucked her and didn't consider that dating," she tells me in a warning voice.

     I feel my heart lurch in my chest and my eyes widen in horror.

     She rolls her eyes at my reaction. Thankfully, no one is close enough to hear us over the general background noise ... at least I hope. It clicks into place -- okay, right. She rewrote the world. Probably, Nagato protected Sasaki and my memories, but then, _that_ would be the real reason for us to have had sex -- to match Haruhi's expectations!

     What, she wanted me to be experienced before I met her?

     I regain my composure and quickly look away, unable to keep from blushing. "N...no, it's just ... you know how hard it is for me to talk about that kind of stuff," I try, thinking that must still have been true.

     "I guess," she mumbles. "You were good enough to please me and Mikuru, both, so she must have taught you something right...."

     I say nothing, just sipping at the soda I picked up while following Haruhi. She frowns at the realization she forgot to grab her own drink, and then takes my soda without hesitation, gulping almost half of it down before she pushes it back. "That still doesn't answer my question," she warns.

     "Yeah, uh ... listen, um...." I think for a moment. I need Sasaki around. Haruhi wants Sasaki around, but is afraid of ... somehow ... losing me to her. I'm supposed to set this right. "So ... I think Sasaki's going to want to join our club, at some point."

     "Yeah, I figured," Haruhi replies, her expression souring again. "So, you're all for it?"

     "She's ... a good friend and all," I allow. "I think it might be good for the club -- you and she will probably really get along!"

     "I guess," she grouses, turning away to glare at part of the table. "Yeah ... okay, fine."

     "W...well, I was thinking," I say, trying not to stumble, and hoping that this is the right thing to do, "s...since she'll be joining the club, uh, maybe tonight after club is over you'd like to ... go out for dinner, or something?"

     You won't believe me, but it was harder to say that than it was to take off my clothes for Haruhi. My face burns fit to melt off my skull, and I can just imagine her bursting into laughter at me -- or for some reason, I get this strange image of her, furious and ... disappointed in me, grumbling as--

     That thought slips away abruptly.

     "Yeah?" she asks, raising her eyebrows and grinning. "You're trying to ask me out?"

     After what we did!? Is it really too much to ask?

     "No," she allows. "I'll say yes, of course! I wouldn't say no, and...." She trails off there with a shift of her shoulders. "Okay. So, you'll treat me to dinner, huh?"

     "Of course," I agree, hoping I don't have to scrounge up some extra money to cover this.

     "Noooo," she drawls, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. "A girl likes to be spoiled, but I want this to be special, Kyon; I've squeezed more than enough penalties out of you. You buying me a meal would be no different from any other time we've gone out! Even the one time that--" She cuts herself off and shakes her head, her smile softening a little. "Anyway ... if you're serious, it'll be on me."

     ...yeah, that's my Haruhi, alright. I feel immensely reassured by the way she chooses to handle things, somehow.

     "I'm absolutely serious," I swear. "You ... know how I feel."

     She snorts, but gives me a nod. "And I'll choose where to go and everything. Meet me at Kitaguchi station at six o'clock, alright?"

     "It's a promise!"

     ***

     When class ends, Haruhi rises from her desk and then pauses. Sasaki looks at me sidelong, then gives a tiny shake of her head before giving me a proper smile. "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, Kyon, Suzumiya-san," she says, nodding at the pair of us.

     Haruhi relaxes a tiny bit, then I move to her side before she feels the need to lunge for my tie. She looks amused and takes the edge of my sleeve, hauling me along to the clubroom. From there, except for the absence of Koizumi, it's business as usual, except for Haruhi declaring that it was time to leave twenty minutes early.

     Once she was gone, I rose, prepared to step out and let Mikuru change -- but the lovely upperclassman grabs my arm before I can leave the room, startling me. Also, reminding me that things had changed a little bit, as she shyly blushes, fingers trembling nervously on my arm. "U...um, Kyon-kun," she says shakily.

     "I wanted to say about ... what happened with Suzumiya-san.... Um, thank you," she manages, giving me an embarrassed smile, then leaning up to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Ah, um, good luck tonight! I hope soon we can...." She trails off with a giggle, blushing crimson.

     Much to my surprise, Nagato is at the time-traveler's side, and the small, usually emotionless girl looks up at me with a tiny hidden light in her eyes. "Yes," she agrees, reaching a hand out and tracing her fingertips across my other cheek. "Take care of Suzumiya Haruhi."

     "I...I'll do my best," I manage, surprised enough by their behavior that I quickly flee the room, eager to do as they asked.

     Going home is a blur, as I rush upstairs to quickly change -- then decide at the last moment to shower. I make it fast, though, and get to Kitaguchi station thirty minutes early -- hah!

     I step off my train at the same time I see Haruhi crossing from her own platform, spotting me and freezing in her tracks before her face lights up in a grin. With no respect for the others in the station, she dashes through the crowds, weaving between the indifferent office ladies and gawking salaryman.

     Though.... I tried my best to dress up -- not to boast, but I can usually make myself look pretty decent, for a guy who's not willing to put that much effort into it. If I tried harder, I'm pretty sure I'd fail to reach pretty-boy levels like Koizumi, so that kind of inelegant 'slacker' style suits me, and I usually think I pull it off alright. Admittedly, that's a very mediocre look, but it's still my best bet.

     For Haruhi....

     When she stops in front of me, raising her eyebrows, she's almost as tall as me. Not high heels, but heels. Her shapely legs are covered in dark stockings, the tops of which vanish beneath a jet black skirt -- not _quite_ a mini-skirt, but fairly short. Above that, she's wearing a pristine white blouse with an open neck that shows a hint of cleavage, and over that, a thin black coat and a white scarf.

     I realize she's swapped her normal headband out for a black one. It's a very stark look, but _she_, naturally, can pull _anything_ off.

     "You look stunning," I say, when I try and act casual.

     Judging by her slightly smug smirk, she doesn't mind. She eyes my outfit, not quite as classy, and gives a judicious nod, before clamping onto my arm, holding herself tightly against me. "It's cold out there," she remarks. "I'm doing a lot, so you'd better keep me warm!"

     She gives a throaty purr and smiles sidelong at me before leading us out into the city. We're not far from the downtown area, but she's right that it's cold -- and her outfit doesn't give her much cover, even if it is cute. Well, I suppose it has to be better than the school uniform.

     Three blocks later, she's shivering slightly as we duck into the restaurant of her choice -- a maid cafe.

     Well ... I wouldn't expect a girl to be into it, really; I don't pay attention to where she's leading me until we step inside, surrounded by maids of all types. She grins, holding me tightly as we're bustled to a cozy booth in the back of the room, able to see a stage where a pretty girl in maid outfit is singing a catchy theme song from an anime my sister likes....

     I suppose Haruhi would pick something like this, wouldn't she? I'm just glad it's this instead of something scarily outlandish....

     Thanks to the background noise, we can't have a really private conversation. When the chatter isn't deafening, the sound from the stage is-- And girls in cute cos-play rotate in and out regularly, singing songs from all kinds of anime. I recognize a few, and Haruhi does, too.

     She orders food for both of us -- making me feel a little awkward, but ... she's also decided that she's treating me. I suppose this is how girls must normally feel when they're treated by a guy? Kind of embarrassing ... but Haruhi seems to grin every time I blush in embarrassment about it.

     After we finish our meal -- tempura and chicken cutlet over rice; nothing spectacular, but edible -- she leads me outside. I've got more warm clothes than her, still. She shivers at the blast of cold air that hits her, and clings to my arm more tightly. We walk about a block and a half, not far from my bike before another blast of wind, this one carrying some snowflakes with it, slams into us.

     "Bah!" she exclaims, shivering with a scowl, then dragging me into the nearest building when that blast of wind seems to take forever to abate. Worried about her, when she stands still, I try to huddle around her, giving her all the warmth that I can.

     When I realize that the pair of us are in front of the Plexiglas screen of a love hotel's attendant, I can't really bring myself to be that embarrassed about it. Haruhi shoves some money through a slot, and the attendant (a guy who doesn't look _that_ much older than me, though he goes give me an envious nod), hands a key back through.

     After a moment, Haruhi digs in her purse, shaking her head. Snowflakes whip past my face and she shivers again before shoving some more money through and snapping, "All night, not one hour."

     "You got it," the attendant replies through the grill.

     After that, we both stumble through the doorway into the building proper. Haruhi still shivers, even indoors, until after we reach our room on the third floor. "Shower," she declares, pushing past me and into the bathroom.

     That sounds fine to me; she should be able to warm up there.

     With nothing better to do, I turn on the television, a bit surprised that the first thing I find isn't porn, but actually the news. Anime and manga, you've disappointed me-- Aren't these televisions always supposed to show porn, so that the other person comes out of the shower and catches you watching something naughty?

     I'm not going to make that cliche happen, though.

     According to the news, an unexpected cold snap is going to freeze the city overnight, and blow off by morning. I'm distracted enough by this -- and thinking of the considerations -- that I forget about Haruhi's shower for a moment. I leave a message for my parents; they didn't know what I was leaving for, after all. I suppose my mother's busy with cooking dinner, or distracted by my sister; I let them both know that I'm ... 'with a friend' for the night because of the weather.

     After that I turn my phone off and go back to watching the news, sitting at the end of the bed.

     I jolt when Haruhi's fingers touch on my shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to be watching porn so I can catch you?" she teases. "I always said you were a stick-in-the-mud."

     "W...well," I manage, nervously glancing back-- Except, Haruhi's wearing a bathrobe. She crawls onto the bed behind me and hugs me before I can turn, reminding me of not-too-long ago in the clubroom. Her breasts pushing against me through our clothes is enough to start getting me excited ... we are in a love hotel for just this reason, right?

     Haruhi's nose presses against the back of my head as she sniffs, then shifts her head to one side, resting on my shoulder and her cheek against mine. "Mmm, you smell clean," she remarks. "So, do you wanna...."

     She trails off and pulls back enough to nibble at my ear. Her soft warm lips wrap around my earlobe, and after giving a gentle tug, she lightly nips me with her teeth.

     More than 'starting' to get excited, now. I drop the remote for the television and stand, so I can turn around; Haruhi reluctantly lets me go.

     She's wearing the stockings again, though the bathrobe she got from the hotel room conceals anything else. White bathrobe, dark stockings-- Haruhi's always had nice legs, though, and seeing them framed like this....

     She smirks at me, squirming back up the bed a short distance and undoing the sash of her robe, grinning at me in invitation.

     Her smooth, pale flesh is on display, though concealed behind the robes. Even though I'm a tiny bit self-conscious about it, while she watches I pull off my own clothes, save for my boxer shorts. Judging by the glint in her eyes, she approves, though she says nothing until I climb onto the bed.

     "Not a bad striptease; I liked it almost as much as Mikuru-chan's," she remarks.

     By the time I crawl over to her side and kiss her without invitation, I'm fully erect, straining against the fabric of my boxers. Our lips meet with a muffled groan of pleasure; we waste no time tangling tongues. It's still a heady sensation, and as her fingertips roam across my body, I return the favor, gently stroking against her smooth, flawless check.

     From there, I trace a slow line down her neck, across her throat, and then over her breastbone. My hand goes beneath the edge of her robe before encountering the swell of her breast proper, warmer than the rest of her body by a small bit. As our tongues wind, I shift my hand further, remembering Haruhi's lessons, and mildly surprised to realize that she's wearing a bra--

     Then again, she put her stockings back on, too, didn't she?

     Our kiss breaks, and she's huffing for breath, expression very satisfied. I open the robe that she's already loosened, and she wriggles beneath me, helping me tug it out of the way, though she's still laying atop it.

     Panting very slightly, her face flushed, I can't help but pause and admire her form. Once the robe is gone, I can see she's wearing an amazingly sheer white bra and panties; I can just see the circle of her aureole through the material where her hard nipples try to force their way through it. Below, she's wearing an almost equally sheer pair of white panties, darkened with both her moisture and her thatch of pubic hair. Other than that, she's still wearing her stockings and a black garter-belt, the straps running beneath her panties.

     Maybe it's because of everything I've been through in recent days, and maybe it's because it's just the two of us -- instead of me and two girls, for once. Not that I'm complaining! In any case, whatever the reason, I'm feeling bold enough to seize the initiative before she can complain. I kiss her, sliding one hand beneath her back, making her arch her breasts up into my chest as I slide my fingertips along her spine.

     She releases a surprised groan of pleasure as I slide my tongue into her mouth first, and the tangling dance of wet probing begins anew. To _my_ surprise, after my fingers encounter her bra-strap, it takes only a few seconds to figure out how to pinch the hooks to release. She gasps into my mouth when that happens, and I let her lay back down to wriggle out of the undergarment and toss it to one side.

     When the kiss breaks, I immediately kiss her cheek. "Wha--" She starts, before I kiss again, leaving a trail down her neck following the course of my fingers earlier. "Aah.... Mmm," she coos as my lips encounter the soft swell of one breast. I gently nip her supple flesh with my teeth, trying to emulate her treatment of my ear earlier; her hands fly to the back of my head as she gasps in surprise -- pulling me forcefully into her chest.

     I manage not to bite her any harder, slowly working my nibbling trail to the edge of one nipple, admiring the change in texture of her flesh; the aureole are puffier, but softer than the supple firmness of the rest of her breast. She can't help but gasp, "Yes!" when I carefully lick and nibble the edges.

     "Ah, Kyon," she sighs, her voice sounding satisfied, content. "Like that!"

     With that little bit of encouragement, I shift over and stop toying around, just capturing one coin-sized aureole in my lips, sucking on the soft flesh. She cries out in delighted surprise, her fingers tangling in my hair. My tongue probes the stiff nub of her nipple, flicking against it mercilessly and drawing more sounds of delight and encouragement from the girl beneath me.

     Somehow, the idea of Haruhi drunk on pleasure from my touch is quite rewarding! More than any dream of chastising her, subduing her with satisfaction like this....

     My other hand rises to cup and toy with her other breast, and then I pinch the nipple in my mouth between my teeth and my tongue -- not trusting myself to use my teeth alone. I think I get it right, because Haruhi cries out and tries to pull me even tighter to her--

     But that's enough. Even though she whimpers a complaint, I release the engorged nipple with a wet pop -- and then switch to the other and repeat the process. Directly comparing the two, it's easy to see how the one I toyed with is harder.

     After eliciting another gasp of pleasure, I'm finally steeled for the next stage of my plan. I kiss the flesh between and below her breasts, trailing another line downward. "Wha..." she starts, before realizing, and falling silent -- her breath catching.

     Really ... this seems only fair to me.

     I skip across the black fabric of the garter belt and pause to adjust myself-- My erection is painfully hard by this point. For Haruhi, well, she's soaked through her panties by a good bit. She manages to be cutely embarrassed, especially for her, as I strip them off, though she does wriggle to help me remove them.

     I toss them in the same pile her bra went into earlier, focusing my gaze on her treasure, that moist zone beneath the wet, glistening thatch of her public hair. This is a bit new to me, so I start by kissing the inside of her thighs, running my tongue in a line toward the petals of her flower. She whimpers in anticipation when I gently nip one thigh, her legs spread to give me access.

     Not sure what else to do to get this started, but having adjusted myself to the heady scent of musk, I flick my tongue across her petals. This gets a gasp from her, and then her nether lips part of their own, her flesh dark with arousal. I see the tiny nub of flesh at the top of her petals -- that's right, the clitoris.

     I flick my tongue against that once, and then pull back, driving in for one long, lashing lick from the bottom of her petals. Her taste is rich; I was somehow anticipating something sour -- something I'd have to endure to bring her pleasure. To my amazement, the taste isn't bad at all -- it's almost sweet!

     Given that enticement, it's no trouble at all to lick away at her, the stocking-clad thighs on either side of my head framing my sweet/musky world for the moment. Mostly, I just lick from the bottom to the top, being sure to flick the sensitive nub of flesh there, and occasionally thrusting my tongue within her molten depths.

     Once in a while, when her voice sounds especially sweet, moaning in pleasure at my ministrations (which, incidentally, is pretty good for the ego!), I gather the courage to gentle nip at her clitoris -- pinching it between teeth and tongue. This seems to be a good idea, because her body shakes hard enough that I might have accidentally bit her with my teeth alone-- Her thighs clamp on my head hard enough to be almost painful, clapping against my ears hard enough that I almost can't even hear her shrieking my name in pleasure--

     This final attack is rewarded with a gushing flow of thick, milky juices from her. Not the explosive spray I would have expected from one too many hentai anime, but a thick flow, spilling from her lips and across her rear.

     Haruhi gasps for breath, her chest heaving at that, her fingers tangled in my hair again as she uncoils herself, her body betraying her with small tremors as her legs release me. "Haa," she gasps. "K...Kyon...."

     "Was it good?" I ask.

     "Y...yeah," she sighs, eyes distant. "Fuck-- My hips don't want to work!" she complains, smiling dazedly anyway.

     I feel a flush of pride at that; for her, I notice that the flesh around her petals has turned red, almost as though she were blushing down there. "Are you alright?"

     "Of course," she pants, then catching my gaze and looking away. "That.... You get more blood in your cock when you're really excited; it's not that different for girls, you know. When we get excited, we get blood flow to the labia; the area around there can turn a little reddish if we're really hot."

     She shakes her head at that and forces her way upright, though she needs one hand for support, and is leaking fluids all over her bathrobe. "Speaking of which," she says with a grin, "I'm going to suck you off in return-- I bet you're too worked up to last for more than a minute inside me right now, and maybe I'm being bitchy, but I want a hell of a lot more than that!"

     It's really hard to label a girl that when she's offering you a blow-job, in my mind -- and she's right. I'm worked up enough I don't think I'd last half as long as she thinks I would!

     "I don't mind," I counter, climbing back up to the bed properly and sitting at her side, giving her a warm smile. "Like you told Mikuru-- Getting you off satisfied me."

     She blushes in surprise at that, grinning even more widely. "Learning to talk a little dirty?" she teases. She moves to kiss me, but I catch her shoulder and turn away, giving her a hug instead. "Huh?"

     "L...let me rinse my mouth first," I say, realizing in embarrassment that I can still taste her--

     But she doesn't care, and forces her lips to mine anyway. Her tongue probes my mouth and she comes away with a triumphant grin. "I want to taste myself on you," she growls, grinning.

     I'm too surprised to resist when she plunders my mouth, pushing me back to the bed. After another round of that, she crawls down and it's my turn to blush and wriggle so she can pull off my underwear.

     The familiar sensation of Haruhi's lips wrapping around the head of my cock makes me groan; her tongue lashes at me for a few heartbeats, but as excited as I've gotten over this whole thing it really takes almost no time at all to send me across the edge. I'd be embarrassed more, but it's just the two of us, and this time there was a lot less clumsiness involved.

     I can only whimper when the tension that's been coiling the entire time explodes-- Simultaneous to Haruhi plunging her lips down somehow all the way to the base of my cock. Her throat is wrapped around the head of my cock, blasting my load almost directly into her stomach; to my utter amazement, she doesn't come up for air until I've almost finished, catching the last giant spatters on her face as she gasps for breath through her grin.

     "Heh," she chuckles, rising to her knees, wiping the pearly strands from her cheek and licking them up. After giving me a smirk, she climbs off the bed and wanders into the washroom while I catch my breath. I can hear the sound of water running, and then gargling -- followed by spitting.

     When Haruhi comes back, her smile doesn't fade in the slightest. She undoes the clips on her garter belt and tosses it to the side -- and ... I can't really complain that she leaves the sexy stockings on. Before I can feel self-conscious about my limp cock laying across my thigh, she pounces me, her lips eagerly seeking my own.

     Well, no real complaints from me. I'm not eager to 'taste myself,' but she'd rinsed her mouth, so, I eagerly kiss back. It doesn't take long for me to start rising to the occasion again-- Haruhi maneuvers one hand between us and guides my stiffening length between us, sliding her sopping nether lips against my semi-hard shaft.

     That heat gets me hard even faster; I lose myself in the sensations of Haruhi atop me, the hard points of her nipples and the softness of her breasts sliding across my chest. My hands stroke across her back, occasionally drifting high enough to toy with her ears -- a weak point for her, I realize. Though that does explain why she goes after mine and Mikuru's....

     Sometimes my hands drift lower, kneading her firm rear-- But it doesn't take long before I'm ready again.

     Haruhi breaks our kiss and hesitates, her nether lips still sliding up and down across the underside of my trembling shaft. "What's wrong?" I ask.

     She shakes her head, looking away. "Thinking about which position we should fuck in."

     ...I was expecting her to actually impale herself on me as it was-- And she looks half tempted to do just that. And then I think, maybe what she really wants is not to choose at all?

     Her utter lack of protest when I roll us over, myself on top of her, answers that question. Her eyes light up, and she lifts her legs. She's incredibly flexible, so grabs her ankles, astonishing me slightly when she pulls them up near her head. The view is something else -- her bared, soaking petals, her stocking-clad legs, and between her knees, her firm breasts and proud nipples.

     Bracing myself with one hand, I grab my cock in the other, actually a little surprised at the size comparison now that I'm able to see everything so clearly. I rub the shiny head of my stiff cock at her entrance, running it up and down against her lips. She gasps eagerly, demanding, "Give it to me!"

     I oblige, sliding in, watching her puffed nether lips spread to accommodate the shining head of my member. This time, I watch the bulge of my length against her belly as it slides in. She allows a pleased coo to escape as I push into her snug depths without much resistance, coming to rest and aware of how in this position I'm bumping against her clitoris.

     Bracing my hands on either side of Haruhi, I draw my length out and then plunge it back in, quickly accelerating at her encouragement. She releases her ankles and her legs drift down, resting against my arms as her own go around my neck and pull me down for a kiss.

     I build up the tempo, and she thrusts back against me as much as she can, her legs in a poor position to try and grip me. Her tongue is wild and frantic in my mouth; I feel in almost complete control over her like this, swallowing her cries and moans of delight as I twist around, searching for that sweet spot--

     It's the same place it was for Nagato, and with her legs back, it's not hard to hit, driving her wild. She breaks the kiss to pull me closer to her and cry out again in pleasure. "Ah-- N...not ... f...fair!" she pants. "I don't want to come f...first!"

     I ignore her protests and plunge into her with reckless abandon-- Thanks to her earlier treatment, I can resist long enough to feel her rhythmic tightening, and the splash of her escaping fluids with each wet slap of our thrusting.

     "It's okay," I assure her, kissing her cheek and slamming my cock home, then twisting, grinding it in her depths without thrusting, making her whimper and shoot me a pleading look. "You taught me this, Haruhi; for a guy, getting the girl off is very satisfying anyway."

     She blushes and looks away. "O...okay," she allows, managing a sheepish smile. "I guess I may as well benefit from your experience with Sasaki anyway."

     At this point, I manage to not be shocked by that, kissing Haruhi on the lips as I renew my assault. It doesn't take much longer of hitting her weak point to drive her beyond the edge, crying out once more as her body convulses; her molten depths try and suck me in, but I'm able to hold off. Unable to lock her legs around me, she's at my mercy--

     Her eyes fly wide when instead of stopping, I treat her orgasm as encouragement and pick up the pace. She tries an incoherent protest, unable to keep the smile from her face. Seeing Haruhi helpless below me like that.... Her sucking grip on my cock and that face start winding me up; I can't stop myself, and throw everything I have into mercilessly pummeling her passage. My length comes almost all the way out before I slam it home, wrenching another incoherent, wordless gasp of pleasure from her, even as thick splashes of her juices escape our join, flowing down her thighs and to the robe we're still atop.

     She manages to whimper a, "M...more!" between her inarticulate cries, and I oblige-- All of my energy is now devoted solely to pistoning in and out of her. I can feel that familiar coiling tension winding up in both testicles simultaneously, as it feels like I'm stretching Haruhi's long orgasm even further.

     "I...it's coming," she gasps out, her eyes on some distant point, a thick stream of drool running down one cheek between her cries. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears-- I have to believe it's because of pleasure, because she keeps encouraging me.

     I can only do this for a minute, before I'm fighting to try and keep myself from coming inside her-- I will, but I struggle, resisting as powerfully as I can until on one thrust, Haruhi stiffens and freezes-- And the most astounding thing happens. Her passage tightens so much that I can't pull out at all!

     Locked within Haruhi, squeezing me so tight it almost hurts, I cross my own finish line. "Y...yes," she gasps, eyes unfocused. I raise my upper body, pressing my groin into hers as tightly as I can-- This time, I actually look down at her belly as the first torrent of molten seed blasts into her searing depths. The release almost causes me to collapse on top of her as my vision fades, but I hold myself together, gasping for breath as desperately as the girl I'm sealed with.

     Beneath my gaze, I can see the bulge of my length trembling with each sweet burst of release, more seed gushing into Haruhi's womb-- Slowly making her belly round out as it stretches to accommodate my load. I can't help it; I whimper another, "Haruhi, I love you," to her.

     Her smile widens, and she blinks, causing the tears in her eyes to spill out. "Oh, Kyon," she sighs, dreamily. "I love you, too."

     That's enough to make me lower myself to her again, holding her tightly against me as she hugs me back, gasping into my ear. "Ah ... you're filling me ... with your love," she whimpers, redoubling the load I'm spewing into her. Her stomach bulges outward, forcing some distance between us -- finally, she can't contain anymore, and torrents of our mixed fluids begin to leak through the unreasonably tight seal she has on my cock, splashing to the robe beneath us.

     After that, we spend a long while just recovering our breath, holding one-another. My semi-hard length remains inside her for minutes, tiny little aftershocks of orgasm depositing a few more blasts within her -- only to spill out around us -- every so often.

     Her nose nuzzles my ear, her arms around my neck. "Kyon," she says quietly, "I ... didn't just say that in the heat of the moment, you know.... I really.... I really do love you."

     "And I really love you," I return, pulling myself free of her with some reluctance, then laying at her side, running the fingertips of my hand across her swollen belly. She really _does_ look months pregnant, blasted that full of my seed. This is what she wants, I guess -- the kind of thing I wouldn't have seen outside of a hentai manga before.

     That's fine by me, I think gently rubbing her belly. "Mmm," she sighs. "That feels nice...."

     "So ... are you happy?" I try cautiously.

     "As long as.... I mean, I know you're going to need other girls every so often, but if you give me this alone once in a while, I'll be happy," she agrees. "I know I can't be your only, but if I can be your primary, that's fine for me."

     I almost ask why I can't be with just her..... But I confess; I'm not sure I want to give up the chance to have sex with Nagato, Mikuru, or Sasaki again.

     "Plus," she says, shaking her head a bit, "even _I_ want to watch you fuck Mikuru, Nagato, and K--" She coughs, shaking her head again. "And when Sasaki joins, well.... Just give me this once in a while and I'll be okay."

     Something about that....

     "Help me get into the shower so we can sleep together," she says, tiredly. "Even if that was the most amazing orgasm of my life -- and the biggest load I've seen you shoot yet -- we haven't gotten to do that yet, right?"

     In answer, I kiss her before helping her sit up, carrying....

     This seems like a blatant violation of the laws of physics. I'm not sure, but I suspect I'm able to ejaculate more than my body mass given enough time. And it doesn't weigh _me_ down or cause me to have testicles the size of milk jugs.

     ...I realize I shouldn't complain about those things and give Haruhi another kiss. It's fine, isn't it?

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     Author's Notes: Heh, sorry, took a while to get around to this. Next chapter hopefully won't take as long.
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