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The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi	By : OkibiOhki Category: +G to L > Haruhi Suzumiya Views: 27298 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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     The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi

     Content: All sex depicted here is consensual. Kyon/Mikuru. Some oral, some of the cum-inflation fetish, though a bit reduced. A smidge of plot this time around, leading up for the next bit.

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     Even though we'd made love before, that was the first night that Haruhi and I spent the night together as lovers. After our first intense lovemaking session, we took a shower together. Past that, we were both tired enough that just curling up beneath the covers while the winter winds and snow beat at the windows was enough for both of us.

     I suppose that Haruhi and I had slept together before at school, but I wasn't sure how she remembered that. Also, it was really more me passing out from overload than us sleeping together. This time, we were just glad to share warmth, and she dozed off first. She has a cute habit of occasionally kissing me in her sleep, and once when I woke in the middle of the night (sleeping next to someone was a new experience for me), she seemed to be having a bad dream.

     But a gentle kiss from me seemed to settle her without rousing, and her whimpers faded, replaced with a comfortable, content sigh before she stilled.

     As I should have expected, she woke earlier and brighter than I did, prodding me to sluggishly crawl out of bed. "Come on!" she chides me, while my eyes blearily open. "We still have class today!"

     And things had been going so well, too....

     Rather than protest, I forced my unwilling body to stumble after hers -- we took a quick shower together, her smirking as my cock awakened with me. "I wish we had time," she warns me, before turning the water off. "Eh, that'll have to do for a bit. My dad's going out of town on a business trip, so my mom gets lonely if I'm not home early."

     It's hard to protest against that, and it's not like I could expect to get away with it at either of our homes ... and considering the cost of the hotel, this won't be a common thing, either. Well, I suppose there's the clubroom....

     That thought in mind, we both redress and leave, getting blasted by cold. A thin layer of snow lines the streets, and just as I'm about to begin the trudge home, she grabs me and turns me around, planting a deep, searching, electrifying kiss on my lips. "Don't be late for class," she warns me sternly.

     And then she whirls and jogs away, toward her home. Time is so tight I barely have enough to get home, change, and catch my usual train to school, but I do -- finding myself gasping for breath and standing next to Sasaki.

     She raises an eyebrow at me, but says nothing in the crush of people surrounding us. Even so, her smile says more than enough.

     ***

     "Did you rest well last night?" she asks innocently, once we're clear of the station, marching up the hill together.

     "Really well," I have to admit, my face reddening a bit.

     "Something else to tell me about later?" she wonders.

     I nod in response, and she looks curiously satisfied at that, before switching the topic to homework. Homework which I didn't do last night because I was sleeping with Haruhi!

     When I get to classes, gloomy about the missed assignent, It looks like Haruhi got there a minute before me, at best, and is struggling to finish her own. So much for asking her for help.... Oh, bother. I suppose it was worth it, though.

     When Haruhi breaks from her frantic scribbling to flash me a smile, I _know_ it was. Sasaki breaks into our moment, quietly suggesting, "Kyon is my friend, and I'd like to be your friend, too, Suzumiya-san. Why don't you copy my assignments?"

     Haruhi is blindsided by the question and stares at Sasaki in stunned amazement, so I quickly interject, "Sasaki typically does better than me; she helped me study in middle school, Haruhi. Let's do it."

     "Y...yeah," Haruhi agrees in surprise. Shaking her head, she manages a smile. "Your second day, and you're loaning us homework? Alright, I suppose it was inevitable, but you've proven your worth, so ... after class, come to our club. If you like, let you join!"

     ...that went really well!

     "I would be honored!" Sasaki agrees handing her homework over to us. "You know, Suzumiya-san, we went to the same elementary school together? I'd always admired you, so, being able to help you and Kyon both -- I really like that!"

     And at _that_, Haruhi blushes in embarassment and bows her head to focus on copying. As much as I want to admire Sasaki's bright, endearing smile, and Haruhi's cute, abashed expression, I start copying, too.

     ***

     Class is surprisingly relaxing, all things cosidered. Thanks to Sasaki saving us, we get our assignments in on time, and Haruhi's mood about it seems positive, not resentful. Even so, at lunch, we end up heading to the cafeteria as a group. My mother didn't make me a bento on account of me being out last night, which seems fair enough.

     I'd expect it to be more awkward, but Sasaki starts our march off by teasing, "As a couple, I imagine you eat together often?"

     "Eh, well," Haruhi mumbles, bushing faintly. "Um ... Kyon's kind of a romantic at heart -- as I expect you would know! He started it off, but I don't mind...."

     "In that case, should I give you some privacy?" Sasaki wonders.

     That's actually a good question.

     "It's ... no fair to you two, since you managed to stay on friendly terms, so you can join us -- if we're going to start being friends, it's fine isn't it?" Haruhi answers after a thoughtful pause.

     "Well! If that's how it is, then I'm pleased to be in your care!" Sasaki winks and bows, holding her hand out, and Haruhi blushes a bit, accepting the hand and shaking it, as though my long-time friend were a new employee. After that, they both chuckle and release the handshake.

     Now, this sight is a treat! The two of them getting along? It's hard to imagine, but since I'm seeing it, I can't help but enjoy it! Naturally, I can't put the image of them both side-by-side out of my mind after that. I did very recently get to sleep with both of them....

     "Kyon's being really transparent with that drooling grin," Haruhi remarks dryly, once we're seated with our trays, "but our relationship is somewhat ... open. Is that going to be a problem for you in our club?"

     "...is that an invitation?" Sasaki asks a little shyly, while I feel my face turn crimson in embarassment, a bit stunned that no one around us seems to be overhearing.

     After a thoughtful pause, Haruhi nods decisively. "It is," she confirms.

     "Then at some point, I think I wouldn't mind that," Sasaki agrees, taking Haruhi's hand from across the table and giving it a friendly squeeze, which Haruhi returns. I can only stare in amazement at such a development as the two beam earnest, cautious smiles at one-another.

     ***

     The rest of the day went amazingly smoothly, with Haruhi seeming -- to me -- to become more and more comfortable with Sasaki's presence. When class ended, the three of us walked to the clubroom together, meeting Mikuru and Nagato there.

     Haruhi grimaces at her phone as it chirps, grousing, "My mom got off work early.... Well, I'll have to skip most of this meeting, then-- I should take care of her. I guess that's fine, though-- Kyon, since you know Sasaki already, you can introduce her to Yuki and Mikuru-chan better." She pauses, frowning as she looks between Sasaki and myself. "Well.... Our trustworthy second-in-command is out. I guess there's nothing for it -- unless you'd rather come home with me."

     "I ... wouldn't mind that, actually," Sasaki answers with a cautious smile. "I understand your situation quite well-- If you wouldn't mind company, instead of just going home early for your mother's sake...?"

     "Sure," Haruhi agrees, surprisingly quickly, grinning. "I wanted to ask some questions that'll probably make Kyon blush anyway!"

     Hey!

     She snorts at me, smirking. "Oh, relax, Kyon, it's not like we don't both 'know' you," Haruhi chastizes, before surprising me by slipping close and then kissing me-- In front of everyone else!

     I manage to not _completely_ lose myself in it before she breaks it off, giving me a smug grin. Wait, what? What did that mean!

     "Yuki, Mikuru-chan," Haruhi notes, as Mikuru gasps at the display, and Nagato watches quietly, "make sure Kyon doesn't try and ditch club just because I'm taking our new member home to explain Brigade policy." She pauses, hesitant, then adds, "Actually, I wanted to be there for-- Well, anyway, Mikuru-chan, if you want to catch Yuki up, that's fine!"

     Sasaki giggles, looking mildly ... envious? _Sasaki_? Wait, wait--

     But before I can really protest, they're gone, leaving me alone with Mikuru and Nagato.

     I shrug at that and move to sit at my normal seat. Of course, I can't partake in my normal activity -- Koizumi isn't here to play against. Then again, we still have all the games, don't we?

     "Mikuru, Nagato, would either of you be interested in a game?" I wonder.

     Mikuru fidgets, blushing from where she's standing by the tea set. "W...well," she says quietly in a soft voice. "A...actually, there is ... one thing...."

     "What is it?" I ask, leaning an elbow on the table and resting my cheek on my hand briefly. I straighten up, frowning. "Anything I can help with?"

     "C...can we...." Mikuru trails off and makes a vague gesture, not meeting my eyes as her face turns crimson. "Um, except, maybe not w...with ... Nagato-san," she manages to sputter, before grinding to a complete halt, her eyes dropping to the floor.

     Closing her book with a quiet snap, Yuki clarifies, "We have been given permission to establish more positive experiences and memories with you."

     I start at that, eyebrows rising. "You-- Wait, the three of us...."

     Mikuru bites her lip, unable to look at me -- or Nagato. "I-- I'm.... Very-- For you...."

     Haruhi's right; Mikuru chan is utterly adorable when she's trying to get words like that out.

     "For what?" I can't help but tease.

     Mikuru pouts, giving me an agonized look, and squeaks out, "C...can we...."

     Well-- I can't tease her forever. "Do you want to?" I prompt.

     "W...with Nagato-san will be, um...." she coughs, covering her face with her hands, shyly peeking at me between her fingers. Shaking her head, she bites her lip.

     I turn to face Nagato to gather her input-- But to my surprise, she's already moving to the corner behind the flimsy modesty partition that usually sits in front of the costume rack. It takes her only a moment to pull out the futon that Haruhi had stashed there-- Practical, Nagato.

     "Asahina Mikuru is nervous in my presence," Nagato explains, looking faintly ... amused? _Nagato_? "I will give you privacy until this evening." She pauses, looking thoughtful, then sidles up to me, one hand going without hesitation to my crotch and cupping my--

     Woah! Hey! Not that I'm complaining, but--

     One of her incantations spits out, and my testicles feel strangely heavy as she pulls her hand back. Mikuru stares with wide eyes. "What was that?" I ask, managing to be surprised about it anyway, despite everything that's happened recently.

     "Your output will be reduced to more subtle levels until later," Nagato explains. "Otherwise, Asahina Mikuru might find leaving this room without drawing attention difficult."

     "Thank you!" Mikuru squeaks out, her eyes wide, and unable to meet the other girl's eyes. "T...that could be a problem!"

     Hmm, come to think of it, that's true, isn't it? I guess Haruhi forgot about that part? Oh, boy.... Being a hentai manga character in the real world isn't the easiest thing. Not that I can really complain too much!

     Nagato looks like she's about to smirk, but steps through the doorway quietly. Turning back, she quietly reminds, "Later tonight."

     "Understood! T-thank you, Nagato-san!" Mikuru yelps, just before Nagato closes the door behind her -- and it locks itself with a surprising click.

     Once she's gone, the time traveler relaxes, though is still cutely embarassed. She shakes her head and moves to the table; I help her slide it to one side, out of the way. She fidgets nervously as I slide the futon into the opened area.

     "Ah," I manage, pausing. I'm not entirely sure how to take the initiative here. "So, how should we...?"

     Mikuru shyly turns her face to one side, and manages to step the shortest distance closer to me. "Y...you can decide," she says. "If it's you, then ... whatever you'd like."

     Well, that's really flattering. "What would you like, Mikuru?" I ask. "This can't just be about me."

     She spreads her lips a short distance to answer, but her courage falters, and she looks away, blush intensifying. Without Haruhi here to give her the initiative, she's too shy, isn't she? It certainly is extreme enough to leave _my_ embarassment far, far behind.

     "Hey," I tell her as encouragingly as I can, raising a hand to her chin and gently turning her face to me. "Would it be alright if we kissed?"

     "Yes!" she yelps instantly, eyes locked onto mine. As shy as she is to broach something, she doesn't waste an instant flinging herself at me and hugging herself against me tightly. I can't help but be aware of her pillowy chest, crushed into mine. Even through her uniform blouse I can feel the stiffening points of her arousal.

     Well, for a single heartbeat before she presses her lips against mine. I return the kiss, our tongues tangling. It was what she wanted, but Haruhi wanted a chance to be with me alone, too, right? And didn't she confess to me before? So ... I guess I can see that she'd like a chance to do something like this, right?

     My arms go around her warm, soft form; I can't keep one hand from wandering down to rest on her bottom. Mikuru's a heavier girl -- I wouldn't call her overweight in the slightest, but in comparison, Nagato and Sasaki are both skinnier, and Haruhi's more athletic. Don't make a mistake! I'm really not complaining! Her form is, what's the term ... 'full figured'?

     That's something I appreciate, and even though I would like to coax Mikuru into deciding to take her own initiative, I can't keep myself from kneading her soft bottom. A tiny moan escapes her throat, slipping into my mouth along with her eager tongue. Given this encouragement, it only takes me a few more seconds to slip my hand lower, sliding it back up beneath her skirt.

     Her smoothly rounded form is interrupted only by the cloth of her pantyhose, but my touch prompts her to press herself against me more tightly and break the kiss, gasping for pleasure. "Ah," she coos. One hand is still in place, resting comfortably on her body.

     With her face red, but eyes hopeful, she asks, "W...would you like to ... undress me?"

     This is the stuff of dreams! Before I do that, though, thinking about things, I ask, "Would you like to do the same, so I can return the favor?"

     She keeps her lower body pressed just as tightly against me, her groin pressing into my thigh, I realize, but wastes no time in going after my coat and tossing it onto the table, and then with the same lack of hesitation, undoing my tie. Only then does she look up at me shyly.

     Hoping it's what she wants, I give her another deep, searching kiss. Being taller than her, she tilts her face up, but even when I'm agressive and almost immediately thrust my tongue between her lips, she just makes another pleased noise, relaxing to the point that she's held up my my arm around her back, and the hand now freely kneading her bottom through her pantyhose.

     When we finally break apart, I'm lightheaded at this much proximity to her; this time, there's no Haruhi to direct and guide us. More importantly, with us alone, I can tell she's really interested in doing this!

     Taking a deep breath, she pushes herself away from me and begins efficiently unbuttoning my shirt. She's braver than I would have expected! We both pause to kick our indoor shoes to one side when we stop to think about it, but after that, she pulls my overshirt off.

     Before I even manage to try and return the favor as promised, she's already tugging my undershirt out from where it's tucked in! I'm impressed at her boldness, though! Once that joins the steadily increasing pile of clothing she's taken off me, she breaks away again, seemingly uncertain.

     How many times have I imagined this, anyway? "Is it alright...?" I start, before she nods eagerly, hands at her side, though her fingers shift and tremble anxiously. I can imagine!

     Still, with that permission, I carefully undo the ribbon on her uniform blouse. The central portion with the crest baffles me for a moment; it actually is fastened in with a small row of hooks on one side, but I get it quickly enough. She shifts her shoulders, giggling at my troubles as I open her blouse up, baring her body to the room.

     A faint shiver runs through her, causing her huge breasts to jiggle within their containment-- Today's bra is pink, still floral patterned. Her face flushes with excitement, and she starts to turn away, but I stop her with another kiss. Her shirt falls to the floor beneath us as our tongues wrestle. A bra is a tricky thing to figure out, and I have slightly less luck than I did with Haruhi. Still, if Mikuru has any complaints about how long I fumble to get it undone, she's distracted from voicing them by our kiss.

     Instead of breaking the kiss to admire the view, I hold it, exploring her chest with one hand, my other arm still around her back. It takes some wriggling to get her bra out of the way, but when it does, my fingers slip into the delightfully smooth, soft flesh. They're bigger than a handful! These breasts....

     I can understand why Haruhi plays with them as much as she does! Mikuru whimpers, melting against me as my fingers tweak a hardened nipple, gently pinching and teasing it until it's softer, then gently prodding it until it hardens again -- which is almost instantly.

     She breaks our kiss to gasp, her eyes distant, our tongues connected by a thin strand of drool. Her hands creep in at my side, sliding toward my belt as she hums happily.

     She fumbles with my belt buckle for a moment, but I don't complain. I suppose that must be the same as me working at her bra strap? Once the belt's undone, she steps back and lets my pants fall to the floor. I kick them to one side, off the futon, and go for her skirt's fastener.

     That falls to the floor as well, leaving me in my undershirt and boxers, and her in pantyhose and ... I guess she wears panties that match her bra's pattern underneath. I didn't know that's how those worked.

     She can't help but keep nervously glancing at the telltale bulge in my boxer shorts. Well, playing with her body like that, I can't be blamed! Though ... come to think of it, I can see a darkened patch where I think her own excitement is soaking through her underthings, isn't it?

     Giving a tiny shake of her head, she musters the courage to tug my undershirtoff. Regretfully, I have to break from stroking and caressing her soft skin until she does, but afterwards, I return the favor in kind. I've never interacted with pantyhose, either, but they sort of roll off, revealing her light flesh and confirming the damp spot I suspected.

     Hah! While I'm crouching and helping her step out of those, I reach up and hook her underwear off as well, causing her to squeak a bit, but not really protest. Since I'm in such a convenient location for it, I surprise her by running my tongue across her thigh and toward the glistening, moist petals of her sex.

     "Ah! N-no, that's-- I'm dirty there!" she whimpers, her hands going to my head and running through my hair. "Y-you shouldn't do that!"

     Leaning away, I ask her, "What about what you did for me last time? Don't I have to return that favor?"

     Her face is crimson, and she can't meet my gaze. "I...if Kyon-kun wants that," she mumbles, looking like she's trying to hide a smile. Hey, does she want this after all?

     I take her hand and pull her gently down; she doesn't protest and quickly kneels on the futon with me. "Lay on your back," I instruct.

     "W...wait," she protests shyly. "I...if.... Maybe we both at the same time...."

     What?

     "L...lay back, so I can return the favor," she insists.

     What does she have in mind? I shrug and lay on the futon on my back. I realize what she has planned shortly as she shyly places her knees on either side of my head.... Oh, I see! She must have really wanted this after all? She leans forward, her breasts brushing across my chest before she moves into position and fumbles with my boxers, pulling them off and freeing my cock.

     I have to admit a little pride at her excited gasp, or the more visible wetness on the petals before my face! Knowing what's coming, even though my view is filled entirely with her rear and those petals, I gently take her hips and pull her lower, boldly plunging my tongue into her.

     She yelps in surprise before cooing, her hot breath against the head of my cock as her fingers gently grasp the base. "I...is this good?" she asks softly, while I admire her taste -- even sweeter than Haruhi's! I could get addicted to this!

     "Yes," I answer, before gently nibbling her inner thigh and working my tongue across her petals, hunting for her clitoris between the folds.

     I find it with a probing stab of my tongue at the same time her own tongue meets the head of my cock, followed a heartbeat later by her lips. That warm, moist suction wraps around the head slowly, while her curious tongue explores the hard edges of my cock's crest. I'm doing my best to pleasure her with my tongue at the same time, thrashing between her petals and drawing a line between her hardened, excited nub, and the tight space that her sweet nectar is leaking from.

     I groan in satisfaction as her lips draw lower, and I can feel my length sliding deeper into her hot tightness, slipping into her throat. She quickly pulls back with a satisfied moan, and sets up a pattern. I can't help but wish she'd go deeper, thinking of how Haruhi did it -- but then I remember her nearly choking when Haruhi tried to force her, and restrain myself to just enjoying what she can offer. In the meantime, her nectar oozes constantly, and my fingertips are free to roam and knead her supple rear.

     Her lips descending a tiny bit further, expanding her pattern surprises me -- and I can feel the tightness of her throat around more of my length, as her fingertips finally slide all the way to the base. She draws back until her lips are only encasing the head of my cock and then plunges her face forward, swallowing half of my length as her throat constricts, wringing another groan of satisfaction from me.

     Hey! I can't be having all the fun, here! I pull her hips down harder, making her moan in surprise around my cock, while driving my tongue deeper into her. She finally releases my cock from her mouth and gasps for breath-- I can feel her hands wrap around my length as her face presses against one side of my cock.

     "Yes!" she mewls. "Oh-- Oh, yes!"

     Driven by that, even though my jaw aches a little, I redouble my efforts. Her hands rythmically tighten, not stroking; it's a pleasant sensation, but really not quite enough for me. Well, her pleasure _is_ enough for me for the moment, though.

     Her thighs clamp on the sides of my head as her breath begins to brush against my cock; I can't hear her because of how tightly she's hanging on! She must really be liking this, huh? It's hard to breathe, struggling for breaths between assaults against her, but I push her away a short distance and recover when I need to--

     And I only need to twice before I send her across the finish line and she convulses, gobs of thick, even sweeter nectar bursting from within her. Not having much of another option given our positions, I swallow it, finally letting my tired, aching tongue relax, and just gently sucking on her folds. Her body shudders for a long minute, her hands squeezing my cock almost painfully tightly.

     Through it all, just like Haruhi said, the smug satisfaction of getting her off overrides my own need for release for the moment.

     "Ah," Mikuru moans, letting me hear as she finally releases her tightly clamped thighs. "Um-- Oh, Kyon-kun...."

     I shift her to one side and she lays there, panting for breath. Shifting my position, I sit up and turn around, so I can lay next to her. Her eyes are distant and clouded with pleasure, and her smile is goofy. "That was wonderful," she murmurs, hugging me. She starts when she realizes I'm still hard, my throbbing length pressing against her belly.

     "Oh, you didn't...?"

     "It's fine," I assure her. It'll subside in a few minutes, probably.

     "But we're not done," she says, shaking her head. "That was good, but, Kyon-kun, I want ... more ... and...." She closes her eyes and kisses me deeply -- I love kissing her. Breaking the kiss, she surprises me with her naughtiness yet again by pleading, "C...can you give me ... your thing?"

     I guess it's an innocent sort of naughtiness -- but I am _more_ than ready for this!

     One hesitant hand goes to my trembling length, as I stroke her side gently. After a moment, she gives me a gentle tug and starts to lean away, rolling onto her back. Though.... Somehow, I want to see the shy, timid Mikuru take charge. I can already tell she's more eager than she's acting. That thought in mind, when she releases my member to try and grab my hip, I lean toward her and put my arm around her--

     She squeals in surprise when I pull her across me. Her heavy breasts are crushed into my chest, her nipples poking at me forcefully. Her belly is hot as it traps my cock between us, and I can feel her eagerness dripping onto my thigh. "Wh...what is this?" she asks, turning her eyes away, but not trying to change position.

     I gently raise her face and kiss her on the lips. "Mikuru-chan, you're so cute I can see why Haruhi always teases you," I tell her, feeling my heart skip a bit at using such a close form of address.

     She blushes at that, looking away again.

     "But I know that you want something, so instead of that ... I want to see the Mikuru-chan that's really brave enough to take what she wants, and not just meekly beg for it."

     Her eyes fly wide as she pushes herself off me to look me in the eyes. Her hips shift, and she adjusts her thighs against either side of mine. "R...really?" she asks, the hints of a mischevious smile playing about her face. "T...that's ... okay?"

     "It's just like Haruhi said," I tell her, shaking my head. "The idea of satisfying you...." I leave the rest unsaid, just putting my hands on her hips and slowly stroking her up and down. From this angle, her pendulous breasts are _huge_! I could admire this view all day!

     "T...then," she breathes, unable to completely hide her eager smile, "for just a little bit ... I'm going to make Kyon-kun mine!"

     She leans forward and raises her hips, her soft, pillowy breasts covering my face as she reaches below her, guiding my trembling length to her hot entrance. My length twitches in her hand, almost jerking free as it rubs against her slick thighs. The same petals that I had just lashed with my tongue spread eagerly and tightly embrace the head of my cock. She groans softly in satisfaction and wiggles a bit to one side, slowly lowering herself further.

     Even more firm than the sense of her mouth closing about my head, the sensation of her passage spreading open, trying to clamp down on me even as she forces my length into her makes me shiver faintly. I guess after all that I've gotten a bit worked up!

     I distract myself by stroking her sides, resisting the urge to grab her hips and haul her down with all my strength-- My lips and tongue, recovered from their earlier efforts, nibble and lick at the flesh of her breasts until I manage to capture one hardened nipple. Mikuru gasps and lowers herself further when I suckle, more of my length sinking into her wonderous heat.

     Her tight entrance makes the process slow, a deliciously drawn out suffering-- Until with a sudden shift of her weight, the broad head of my member is finally swallowed up by her stretched petals.

     Panting a bit, she pulls away, smiling at me with a dreamy, triumphant look. Her hips shift very slightly, aand gently, from side to side as she rocks her body, letting my length slide slowly deeper into her. It takes all of my willpower to keep from bucking my hips to try and thrust deeper into her! I can only groan and stare, entranced at her heavily hanging, swaying breasts -- smooth and shiny with the faint sheen of our exertion so far.

     She finally stops her slow rise on her knees, when my length is nearly halfway buried in her, and my view up at her glistening body, almost glowing in the overhead light, is magnificent. Her chest sways with her breaths, and one of her hands goes down to where the bulge of my cock is just starting to make itself visible above her pubic arch. She shuffles forward a tiny distance on her knees, then takes a deep breath.

     Her breasts wobble with each motion, and she slowly lets herself sink down, eyelids fluttering as her mouth drops open. From here, I can actually _watch_ the bulge bore into her! "Does it feel good?" I manage to ask, biting back a groan of restrained pleasure, sliding my hands across her hips, and then up to her pillowy chest. My length twitches within her when my fingers sink into the soft, slick flesh, and she gives a tiny gasp, eyes flying open as she tightens around me in a brief pulse.

     "Yes!" she coos. "Ah, it's so much better than the first time!"

     She raises herself, her hot interior sucking me back in as she moves, and then cries out as she drops suddenly-- Unwittingly, I stare as she impales herself on me completely, feeling her deepest core against the tip of my cock as she plunges all the way down.

     "Mikuru-chan?" I ask worriedly.

     "It's good," she says, almost dreamily. Her lips are pulled back in a wide grin, a streamer of saliva spilling from one corner. She shifts her hips up a tiny distance, and then back down, twisting to one side and grinding down-- And then again.

     That sensation is intense! Her body shakes, and her features draw in determination, still drooling faintly as she plants both of her hands flat on my chest and begins bouncing her entire body up and down. The hardened ridge of my cock scrapes her constricting passage as she moves, releasing the occasional mewl of pleasure. After this much stimulation I'm really close! I don't know how much more of this I can take!

     He breath quickly shifts to an excited pant, and I find myself losing my battle-- I buck my hips upward when she drops herself down, trying to bury myself within her depths, feeling the entrance to her womb bump against the head of my cock with each drop. True to Sasaki's word, I can see her shudder in pleasure with each impact -- and _feel_ her tighten around me convulsively, too!

     Her pants wind their way up in intensity, until they're mewling, panicked whimpers-- My hands fall from her chest as she leans back, one hand gripping my leg above the knee as she braces herself and humps her body against me even more frantically. I've learned from when I was licking and sucking on her petals-- I can tell that she's close again, even though I have the strength to hold out.

     Bracing myself internally with all of my might, my hands stroke her hips as her cries build up into a crescendo. I want to savor this moment with Mikuru, so I drink it in as her breasts bounce heavily on her chest and her eyes close, her head leaning back. I can see and feel the orgasm overtake her as her movements become erratic, her rapidly grinding pelvis shifting as her legs twitch, and her hips shake -- if I weren't holding her, she might have fallen off!

     Instead, she shakily raises herself almost completely off me in a single breathless gasp, and then drops fully onto me, giving me one last perfect view of the bulge sliding deep within her. Her spasming depths -- the entrance to her womb -- perfectly kisses the tip of my cock, the telltale bulge hidden just beneath her navel.

     "Ah," she gasps, weaving unsteadily as her eyes focus. Her legs are still shaking, and her arm is barely able to keep her steady as she shifts -- moaning gently in satisfaction again -- as she leans forward. "Y...you," she starts, raising a shaking hand to rub some of the drool from her chin.

     After swallowing, her depths giving me another squeeze, she drops her hand to her belly, surprising me by giving my still rigid member a firm rub through her own belly. "Mmm," she groans, blinking. "You didn't...."

     "Not yet," I admit. It's close, though! If I didn't want to drag this out and savor the time I had alone with her, I would probably have already exploded into her! Though she doesn't know it, the time like this lets me settle down a bit-- Even with the dense, heavily churning sensation coiling within my testacles, I'm pretty sure I can handle another round.

     Well, I got to enjoy making her take charge, but I'm ready to see her squirming beneath me one more time!

     But that's not what happens. Looking suddenly determined, though her smile doesn't fade in the slightest, Mikuru shocks me by whispering a husky, eager, "Good!"

     And with no more warning than that, she shifts her hands around, bracing them on my upper chest as she starts up again! Her legs have firmed up enough for this, it seems, and my head starts swimming at the sensation of her bouncing up and down on me. Her depths suck at me hotly, but her grin grows even more eager!

     And more than just feeling great, I have the perfect view of her shapely body, her breasts squeezed between her arms but still jiggling wildly, slick with a faint sheen of our sweat. Her hair falls around her, surrounding the two of us in a red curtain and blocking out the outside world. "A...are you...?" she pants out desparately, her motions building to a crescendo.

     "Almost," I groan, struggling to resist the urge to blast into her, trying to draw the moment out and savor it. I didn't expect to see this aggressive side of her! I have to admit I'm enjoying it, but how unexpected! It's just as appealing as Haruhi's occasional vulnerability -- maybe even _more_!

     "G-give it to me!" she demands, throwing her entire weight into it, her eyes gaining focus and boring into me. "I want it!"

     And that's almost the limit of what I can take! I fight back a bit, though -- Mikuru is just too cute! I think of what Nagato did earlier, and try to resist cumming right there, though it takes all my might-- "What do you want?" I tease, as well as I can with teeth gritted in exertion.

     "I...it!" she gasps, eyes lighting up as she shakily lowers herself, arms going to either side of me-- Her breasts dangle and sweep across my chest, harden nipples sliding across mine.

     "W...what?" I choke out. "What is it?"

     "I-- I--" She shakes, and suddenly jerks upright, as I feel my last bit of resistance crumbling. "G-give me your seed!" she demands, face reddening, gaze locked firmly on me. "F-fill me up!"

     "Ah," I gasp out.

     I feel the restrained explosion burst out of my testacles, surging up my length and coaxed by her intense, rythmic squeezing. I try and hold her tightly against me, but my hands can't grip her as slick as we've become-- I'm suddenly reminded of myself with Haruhi only last night, having my way with her. Turnabout is fair play, I suppose! The first surge of my molten seed splashes out as she grinds her searing core against the tip of my member, prompting her to shudder in ecstasy--

     Well ... I asked Mikuru to take what she wanted, didn't I? But much to my surprise, she doesn't let up there, crying out a frantic, "I want to have your baby!"

     And the idea of being the one to not only make love to Mikuru, but to claim her as my own-- To have her raise my child.... I think back to her 'prank' with Haruhi and how good it felt.... The release overhelms me so powerfully that if she weren't on top, I would have collapsed onto her, too weak to do anything but let my cock pour seed into her.

     But, of course, she's in charge -- so my length plunges into her with her shaking motions as she lets out a long, undulating moan of pleasure, her lips twisting into a wide, satisfied grin. Even if Nagato did something to restrain me, the torrent of seed blasting into her is still beyond what a human should be capable of. The thick head of my cock lets almost none of it dribble out, forcing it up against the entrance to her womb.

     Then in a last, final motion, she slams herself completely home against my length, and I can feel it fluttering around the tip of my cock, swallowing my seed and accepting those blasts entirely. I have the perfect view of her belly swelling out slowly over the course of the next few minutes. She pants and gasps, cooing as one hand rubs her slowly expanding belly. Her hand first brushes across my length, still visible within her-- But a few blasts of hot seed into her, nearly blinding me in their pleasurable intensity, and her stomach bulges out -- it shifts from almost perfectly flat to gently swelling outward. A few more blasts make her smooth skin strech even further, rounding softly as though she'd drank or eaten far more than normal in the course of just a few minutes.

     Despite all that, I feel somehow _restrained_ ... it must be thanks to Nagato, but then ... I wonder how big she would have gotten without that?

     Finally, one of her hands slips, and she nearly crashes down atop me, instead letting herself slowly collapse. A toss of her head sends her hair over one shoulder, keeping it out of the way as she pulls close, kissing me fiercely as the last few twitches of orgasm wind through us both. Her eager womb still works to collect every drop that I have to offer, even when the rest of her spent body can't move further.

     The last few pleasant twitches of my length within her pour another unreasonable volume of seed out. I probably shouldn't be so happy about it ... but I think I might be able to get used to the life of the main character in a hentai manga!

     Afterward, feeling more alert than I think I've ever been after that, we just kiss for several long minutes.

     When she finally breaks our makeout session with great reluctance, I pull her into a tight hug, smoothing her hair back. "Mikuru-chan," I whisper, "you were wonderful."

     Her face heats up against my chest. "I-- I know I can't keep you ... but I love you Kyon," she whispers. "I...if I could, I really would...."

     Would what? This is too fine a moment to let it be ruled by melancholy!

     She shifts to my side, and I let the hand that isn't around her back stroke her faintly swollen belly gently. "I don't know how this works, and I can't say it's _only_ you ... but I love you, too," I admit.

     Hell ... that doesn't feel romantic at all. Somehow, that felt wrong to say.

     She doesn't seem to mind, but I quickly amend, "Mikuru-chan, what do you think about going out for a bit? I mean ... going home to change, and then meeting up for some tea -- or I could buy you dinner!"

     "Y...you mean like a date?" she whispers in excitement. "Oh, Kyon-kun~!" And then she's too busy kissing me for me to think straight.

     You try coming up with a proper response when a naked, happy Mikuru-chan is kissing you!

     On second thought, don't -- that sensation is for me alone! And maybe Haruhi!

     ***

     Mikuru and I meet at the train station, just like we usually do for the mystery searches. Except, this time it's just the two of us, and I've dressed up for the occasion.

     I would probably be too distracted and worried about my appearance -- but after what Mikuru and I had done first....

     All backwards. Entirely backwards! Sex, and _then_ dating?

     But ... I want it to be romantic, too -- I want it to be full of affection, and walking together and talking-- Don't get me wrong, making love with Mikuru has been a fantasy of mine for a long time! Thanks to Haruhi, it's both even more fantastic -- and implausible -- _and_ has come true!

     So when she arrives, looking ready to break a few hearts in a cute red dress, I can't help but feel something somewhat unusual for me. Confident.

     She only has eyes for me, and for this date, I only have eyes for her.

     Since Haruhi covered the last date, I even have enough saved to treat her to a dinner at a quiet Italian place -- one we're dressed about right for. "This is so nice," she gushes quietly, after we've been served, her eyes glistening. "I'm so glad I can do this with you, Kyon-kun-- Ah, I'm so happy!"

     "I'm happy, too," I agree. "I never ... would have thought that Haruhi would have gone for this-- I'm really grateful to her for it! Especially if...."

     I trail off, biting my tongue there. That was stupid! This is about her and I, isn't it?

     But she smiles at me. "I am, too," she agrees. Giggling, she adds, "I.... I have to think of a way to thank her for it!"

     Then I think about what Sasaki said. Harem? I can actually kind of see Haruhi's mind at work in this. She thinks Mikuru is sexy and wants to keep her around ... why wouldn't she want us to get along?

     "What are you thinking?" Mikuru wonders, while my mind is wandering.

     "Haruhi and Sasaki together," I mumble in distraction. "And what they're up to."

     "Naughty Kyon-kun," Mikuru teases gently, blushing. "T...tonight you have Nagato-san and I, right?"

     My eyes return to the present. Damn! Mind-blowing love-making sessions with Mikuru are ... well ... mind-blowing! I really have to focus, don't I?

     Okay, think -- Mikuru is nervous around Nagato when they're alone. If tonight is supposed to be both of them.... Hey, is that right? Well, if Mikuru sounds like she wants to be there, I'm not going to tell her to stay out! Though....

     Alright. Tonight needs to be figuring out how to bridge the gap between Mikuru and Nagato, somehow. And afterwards, for all her help, I can only hope that Nagato would like to go out, just her and I! If Haruhi's still busy with her mother being out of town for a week, I might get that chance -- right?

     I don't know how -- or if -- if can work. But it's worth trying to do, isn't it?

     Haruhi, Sasaki, Mikuru, Yuki.... If we can all be happy ... even if Haruhi has changed things, is that okay? It's not _purely_ selfish, if Mikuru wants it too, and even Sasaki.... So shouldn't it be okay?

     Somehow, though, I just ... can't quite shake the feeling that I'm forgetting someone.

     Well -- no sense worrying about it, I suppose. Tonight, Mikuru and Nagato! And somehow, I need to do something to thank Nagato, too, don't I?

     "I like that smile," Mikuru says happily, dragging me out of my distraction.

     Right -- I'll worry about those things later! For now, I want to make Mikuru as happy as I can!
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