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Living for Love	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 21023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters and world of Rosario+Vampire are the intellectual property of Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this piece.

Chapter List
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Chapter 7: Dirty Pair
- Fetish
Their room, Tsukune noted, was practically identical to the one he and Moka had shared, even though it was a floor higher. The hall had been similarly designed, as well, though it was much noisier this time, with more couples apparently enjoying themselves unabashedly. The young man still found it a bit unnerving, but Kurumu seemed unfazed. In fact, he realized, she seems really turned on, if her flushed face, glazed eyes, and shallow breathing are any indication.
For her part, the succubus retrieved her shower supplies from her satchel, as well as a change of clothes wrapped in a plastic bag to protect from sand. She could feel the sexual energy pulsing throughout this building – the raw lust of hooker and john, the sweet satisfaction of a mother and father on their monthly night alone, the heady rush of forbidden love between two university-aged women whose parents would surely throw them out if they were discovered but who refused to deny their feelings any longer, and more. All of it poured into her and resonated with her own burgeoning desire, a yearning she’d felt so often before (if never quite so strongly), a need she might finally be able to fulfill.
The young woman hung her sundress in the closet and strode purposefully to the bathroom, where she started the warm water to get it to a comfortable temperature. “No need to rush,” Tsukune called after her. “I was gonna let you go first anyway.”
“Always the gentleman,” she replied. With a deep, steadying breath, she peeked out at Tsukune, who had seated himself at the room’s entrance to contain his sandy presence. Time to make my opening move, she thought. “I thought, maybe… we could shower… together?”
Tsukune stared wide-eyed. While this wasn’t the first time Kurumu had out-and-out propositioned him, this felt to the young man like her most serious attempt. At least, since her mom visited and she begged me to “do her,” he mused. As he did that morning, he simply stuttered, “Wh-What?”
Kurumu’s cheeks reddened. “I thought… it’d be fun,” she admitted sheepishly. “And we wouldn’t run out of hot water by the time it was your turn,” she added with a shy smile.
“Good point,” the young man mumbled as he stood and made his way on wobbly legs to the bathroom.
Upon his arrival, the two teens stared at one another bashfully, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Kurumu licked her lips nervously as she reached behind her neck to unfasten her bikini top. “I guess I’ll undress first, since you’ve seen everything already, that time at your house,” the young woman babbled, now blushing furiously at the memory.
Tsukune’s face likewise heated; he’d never forget how Kurumu, clad only in a towel, had approached him in his bath, while his mother was just downstairs, to “talk privately.” Mizore and Yukari both interrupted; the witch slipped on a bar of soap and grabbed Kurumu’s towel, yanking it off entirely. Tsukune sprang the mother of all nosebleeds on seeing her voluptuous figure fully exposed, a figure he was about to witness again in all its glory.
Heart racing in her ears, the young woman dropped her bikini top to the floor. Even though Tsukune had seen her before, it was always on accident; whereas this time was purposeful, giving the whole situation an entirely different feeling. At least the witch and the snow-skank aren’t here to mess things up this time, she snarked inwardly as Tsukune stared.
Under the young man’s gaze, Kurumu’s impressive breasts hung proudly from her frame. Pillowy in texture – which Tsukune knew from frequent near-smotherings – the teardrop-shaped beauties bore blemish-free milky skin, except for the large pink nipples and their expressive, pointy tips. Tsukune found himself mesmerized by their subtle heaving as Kurumu breathed.
Deciding she should keep things moving lest one of them (probably Tsukune) chicken out, Kurumu bent down to remove her bikini bottoms. As she tugged them down her thighs, she looked back up at her date and gave him a smile that would hopefully read as sultry rather than nervous. When that last piece of fabric reached the tile floor, the young woman stepped out of it and stood unashamedly naked in front of the boy she loved.
“Kurumu… wow,” whispered Tsukune in awe as he took in the sight. He’d seen the succubus before, of course; but due to the speed with which she’d covered herself, along with the myriad other distractions of that whole afternoon, he hadn’t had a chance to truly appreciate her hourglass figure or her shapely thighs or the well-trimmed patch of aqua covering her mound. The young man felt himself stiffening inside his swim trunks.
“One more thing,” Kurumu mumbled as if to herself. She reached up to unfasten her hairband. “Nobody’s ever seen me without this,” she explained, “so, in a way, taking this off means I’m truly naked, for your eyes only.” The succubus pulled the accessory from her hair and shook her head until her bright-blue hair hung to its normal length, just brushing her shoulders. Kurumu found herself more nervous about Tsukune seeing her hair au natural than anything else, in part due to her hair clumping from the saltwater exposure earlier in the day.
To the young woman’s boundless relief, Tsukune grinned. “Thank you, Kurumu, for letting me see you… like this,” he told her softly. The succubus blushed at his words.
Realizing he still needed to undress, Tsukune peeled off his shirt. The young man felt his date’s gaze and saw she didn’t quite know what to do with her hands at the moment. A surge of pride swept through him at her naked anticipation as he untied the drawstring of his swim trunks.
Kurumu’s jaw dropped when she saw the man of her dreams in all his goofy, delicious, fully-erect glory. “Fifteen centimeters,” she whispered to herself. “It’s perfect – big enough to really feel good, but not so big it’ll hurt.”
“What’s that?” asked Tsukune, who’d heard Kurumu whispering but couldn’t discern the words.
“It’s embarrassing,” she answered. Remembering what she’d told him earlier about openness and honesty, though, Kurumu elaborated: “It’s another succubus thing. I, um, measured you just now by sight, and I was thinking about… how it’ll feel.” Her face heated again, and not just from the room beginning to steam from the now-warm shower.
The two teens, propelled by their hormones and their feelings, approached each other and clasped hands. Within a moment, their lips crashed together in a display of raw passion, their bodies pressing close. Tsukune reveled in the softness of Kurumu’s breasts against his chest, while Kurumu felt Tsukune’s stiff member against her groin, driving her to the edge of self-control.
Kurumu broke the kiss suddenly and stepped back, panting. “Shower time,” she managed around her suddenly-dry mouth. “We can’t have sand getting into places where it doesn’t belong,” she added with a wry smirk.
The shower stall proved rather roomy, enough for both of them to move about comfortably as they needed, likely by design, given the nature of this establishment. Both of them noticed the ledge around part of the perimeter, probably intended for seats; both also noticed several handles on the walls, intended perhaps for stability for patrons who chose to couple while bathing. Imagining themselves doing so – Kurumu bent forward and thrusting backward in time with Tsukune’s movements, both of them gripping various handles for better leverage – kept both their motors running while they took turns washing and rinsing their hair.
Swapping her shampoo bottle for the bar of hotel-provided soap, Kurumu licked her lips. “Let’s… wash each other,” she suggested. “I’ll start with your back.”
Tsukune swallowed, nodded, and turned. Soon Kurumu’s hands, slickened by the soap, were gliding along his shoulders, arms, and back. He felt her breasts occasionally brush against him as well, triggering twitches of desire each time it happened. He shuddered all over when she pressed herself against him to reach around and wash his chest.
For her part, Kurumu reveled in Tsukune’s smooth skin as her hands roamed his body, though she had to force herself not to dwell on his various scars again. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she kissed her date’s neck as her hands stopped washing and started caressing. The succubus panted with desire as she began nibbling Tsukune’s ear.
“D-Don’t forget you still n-need to do my legs,” he stammered as her hands washed lower and lower down his stomach.
Kurumu sighed in disappointment and disengaged from her embrace. On a whim, she sat on the ledge, which felt reassuringly warm on her backside. “Come a bit closer, Tsukune,” she invited him, “and turn around. I think this’ll work better than kneeling.”
Tsukune complied, and his date resumed washing him, both of them intensely aware of his member practically staring her in the face. Once she’d washed his legs thoroughly, Kurumu reached a tentative, slippery hand towards his erection, a look of shy determination on her face. The young man groaned at the sensation of her soft hand wrapping around his length and stroking it gently. “I… have to get every part, don’t I?” she asked rhetorically. His eyes glazed.
As she stroked, the succubus realized the seat held her at the perfect height to take him into her mouth, if she were so inclined. Despite the temptation to do exactly that, Kurumu didn’t much fancy the thought of a mouthful of soap. Maybe next time, she vowed, as another, equally naughty idea occurred to her.
The young man thought his heart might stop from the sensation he then felt: a warm, slippery softness enveloping, it seemed, his entire consciousness. He looked down to see his member nested snugly between Kurumu’s breasts, which she squeezed together around him. The young woman rocked up and down, the water-and-soap mixture covering her skin acting as lubricant.
Their eyes met; both blushed. “I knew from all our kissing thus far that the others didn’t do this for you,” explained the buxom girl, “so I thought this might be something special for you.”
“Just being with you is special, Kurumu,” he reassured her. She giggled in response, prompting him to ask, “Does this… feel good to you? It feels great to me.”
Kurumu nodded as a moan escaped her. No faking, either – the sensation of Tsukune’s stiffness rubbing against her breasts, which had always been fairly sensitive, felt incredible to her. The physical pleasure mixed with the knowledge that she was doing something unique for Tsukune to please him to create a heady brew of gratification.
The young woman’s moans continued to echo in the shower stall as she worked his length with her bosom. The young man groaned as pleasant sensations inundated his consciousness. He could feel his peak rapidly approaching.
Tsukune groaned again and Kurumu giggled jubilantly when the moment they’d both been awaiting finally arrived. The succubus marveled at the sensation of Tsukune’s member twitching within her cleavage and his seed, warm and viscous, splattering her neck and breasts. For a brief moment when he first saw he’d covered her, the human boy felt potent, virile, manly; but he then recoiled at the reaction.
What the hell? That’s so animalistic – like Kurumu is just some object I can mark as “mine.” I’m the lowest of the low, he sighed.
His date let his softening member slip from between her breasts, her eyes smoldering up at him with pent-up passion. She swiped at the underside of her chin, and her hand came away coated in yet more of the evidence of Tsukune’s orgasm. “Jeez, Tsukune, you act like you’ve never done sexy things with a hot girl before,” she teased with yet another giggle.
“Not one with such ridiculously awesome boobs,” he replied with a sheepish grin.
“’Ridiculously awesome’?” parroted the buxom young woman.
Tsukune nodded, embarrassed. “That’s what I thought about them when we first met,” he admitted, recalling the first time she’d rubbed herself against him. “I might also call them ‘magnificent’ or ‘spectacular,’ too.”
Kurumu preened. “Yahoo! I’m glad you like them. Finding clothes to fit them, bras especially, is a pain; but that only matters because I don’t want just anyone to see these beauties.” She winked and outstretched her clean hand, which Tsukune took to help her to her feet.
The young woman stood under the shower spray, which had thankfully remained warm through their activities. Looking over her shoulder, she tempted her date, “I think it’s my turn to get clean. Don’t you agree?”
Kurumu didn’t have to ask Tsukune twice. Soon his hands were gliding along her skin just as hers had done on his earlier. Standing behind her, he started with her shoulders and arms. Unlike her date, though, she’d never been touched like this before, especially by someone she liked; thus, feeling Tsukune’s hands on her skin practically stole the breath from Kurumu’s lungs.
A sudden yelp from the young woman as her date’s hands slid down her back brought Tsukune to a halt. “What’s wrong?” he asked with audible concern.
“I dunno,” she answered. “It feels a little tender for some reason.”
At that point, Tsukune noticed a pair of parallel pink streaks across the middle of Kurumu’s back, about where her bra strap would be. “It looks like you’ve got a bit of a sunburn back here. I guess I didn’t apply the sunscreen properly. I’m quite sorry,” he apologized, the words all tumbling forth, each on the heels of the previous.
“It’s okay,” soothed Kurumu. “I just won’t be able to lie on my back, that’s all.” Before Tsukune could fully process the implications of what she’d said, she continued, “Just… be careful washing my back, okay?”
“Um, sure,” he mumbled in reply as he resumed bathing her.
When Tsukune reached her rear and legs, kneeling to do so, his date moaned softly. In addition to the phenomenal feeling of Tsukune’s hands on her rump, thighs, and calves, the shower spray on her nipples stoked her desires. The succubus fought what she knew was likely a losing battle against her urge to jump Tsukune and have her way with him, in an attempt to at least make it to the bed. I don’t want my first time ended by an untimely spill, she resolved.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Tsukune’s hands on her breasts. Now standing again, he pressed close, his arms around her. She moaned, more loudly than before, as he squeezed and fondled her softest flesh. He kissed her neck and pinched her nipples, drawing further moans from his soap-covered shower companion, who reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair.
“I’ve imagined this so many times,” Kurumu told him between moans, “but I never imagined it’d feel this good, Tsukune!” She ground her rear against his groin and found, much to her surprise and satisfaction, that Tsukune was still standing stiff despite his recent exertions.
Eager to explore his lovely date’s body more fully, the young man slid a hand down her flat, smooth stomach, intent on pleasuring her with his fingers. When Kurumu arrested his southward progress with her free hand, Tsukune froze. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked in concerned confusion.
“Your hands are still soapy,” the young woman answered a bit cryptically. When Tsukune merely blinked in response, she elaborated: “Soap will inflame me… down there. I don’t think we want that tonight, since it’ll slam the brakes for… anything else.” She blushed at her own intimation.
For his part, Tsukune didn’t want to cause her any discomfort, nor did he want to forestall any further developments. He simply nodded and stroked Kurumu’s waist and hips and stomach to finish bathing her. The two teens leaned in towards each other, their lips meeting in a lengthy, sensual kiss, tongues exploring each other intently, tasting the full bouquet of the other’s flavors.
Eventually, they broke the kiss, both of them panting heavily in the humid atmosphere which had built up in the shower and which they only now noticed. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Kurumu recommended, “Why don’t we take a quick breather, to rinse off, dry off, and pick back up… in the bed?”
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, a taste of what's to come (pun intended)! As always, please leave feedback via rating, review, or PM on the forums. See you next week!
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