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

Chapter List
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Chapter 9: Teamwork Makes the Dream Work
- Oral, Other
Tsukune stood just outside Mizore’s room on Sunday evening and checked his watch. He’d found a note from his icy girlfriend on his dresser this morning – implying she’d sneaked over and broken into his room overnight – inviting him to her room for dinner at seven; the young man had arrived just a little early. What puzzled him most was the line promising “a special surprise.”
The door slid open only a moment after he knocked; on the other side stood a smiling Mizore with her ever-present lollipop. “You’re right on time, Tsukune,” she greeted him. “Come on in.”
As the young man did so, he noticed an additional pair of shoes just inside the door. The scent of whatever meal Mizore was preparing filled the room, but Tsukune swore he heard the stove’s burner. “Did you figure out a way to cook with heat without hurting yourself?” he asked – referencing the ice-woman’s misadventures in cooking class – as he peeked into her kitchenette. What he saw caught him by surprise.
Kurumu stood by the stove, an apron over her blouse and skirt as she wielded the frying pan. The succubus glanced over her shoulder at her Destined Mate and winked. “You could say that, Tsukune,” she remarked with a playful gleam in her eye.
“We made a little deal,” Mizore explained beside him; her sudden presence made the young man jump. “Kurumu will cook dinner for us, and I’m responsible for dessert.”
“So your ‘special surprise’ is a full-course meal and sharing time with Kurumu?” asked the young man, somewhat disappointed that he and Mizore wouldn’t get to snuggle – or do “this and that” – like he’d hoped. “I thought you two were rivals.”
“Actually, we’ve gotten much closer, now that we both know how much you love us both,” answered Kurumu, who turned back to her sauté. “Now that we don’t see each other as threats to our respective happiness, there’s no real reason for us to fight.”
“I hope Yukari and Moka feel the same way,” muttered Tsukune.
“Probably not quite the same,” answered Mizore mysteriously.
“Go ahead and have a seat,” Kurumu instructed them. “Dinner will be ready shortly, even if it took a little longer than I planned.” She shot a glare at Mizore, which Tsukune could only wonder about, especially when both girls reddened.
The ice-demon took her boyfriend’s hand and led him back into the main area of her room, where a small, low table had been set up. “Let’s stay out of her way,” she recommended. Once they were seated, Mizore snuggled up to her boyfriend, resting her head on his shoulder, until Kurumu served dinner.
~~~~~
“Delicious!” Tsukune declared as the three of them finished dinner, emphasizing his compliment by patting his stomach. “It was tough to save room for dessert,” he added, favoring Mizore with a curious smile.
The ice-woman smirked and headed towards the refrigerator. Everything’s gone perfectly so far, she decided, memories of how she’d occasionally fed Tsukune – as a good wife should do – floating through her mind. She squealed to herself, He even fed me back! So romantic!
A few moments later, Mizore returned with three bowls of mochi, soft ice cream encased in a chewy, taffy-like shell. Two small spheres of the frozen dessert sat in each bowl, one white and the other a dark purple. “Vanilla and blackberry,” she explained to her friends as she passed them their bowls. “I made it from scratch, so I hope I got the flavors right.”
“Yahoo!” crowed Kurumu. “I love mochi!”
“You love all sweets,” Mizore teased in a blasé tone.
Kurumu shrugged and replied, “Guilty as charged! It’s why I’m so sweet. Wouldn’t you agree, Tsukune?”
All three laughed together. Out of the corner of his eye, Tsukune noted the way laughing made Kurumu’s bosom jiggle, especially since she wasn’t wearing her sweater and her blouse’s top three buttons were open. On the other side of him, Mizore wore her tank-top without her customary white sweatshirt; if the small bumps protruding from the front were any indication, she currently lacked a bra.
“Tsukune?” the snow-woman called, breaking his thoughts away from their previous heading. “Open your mouth and close your eyes, ‘cuz I’ve got a big surprise,” she instructed in a playful, singsong voice as she sliced apart one of the mochi balls. Once Tsukune had done so, gamely playing along with her whim, Mizore placed the section she’d separated into her own mouth without chewing.
Tsukune felt a sudden, surprising coldness against his lips, triggering a startled gasp from the young man. At first, he recognized the feel of Mizore’s mouth. Next came a cold, moist blob that tasted of vanilla, partly soft and gooey and partly chewy. Mizore drew back, letting him savor the treat she’d given him; he did so with a smile and open eyes.
“Nice surprise, Mizore,” he complimented her. “Isn’t it a little rude for us to kiss like that in front of Kurumu, though? Even if she’s kissed me before, it’s not her week to be my girlfriend,” he reasoned.
The ice-woman smirked and raised an eyebrow at the other girl. The succubus giggled and scooted close to their mutual object of affection. As the young man struggled to formulate a gentle but firm rebuke, Kurumu darted in for a long, passionate kiss.
While their lips were locked, Mizore murmured into his ear, “In case you didn’t figure it out, Tsukune my love, this is my surprise.” She nibbled on the young man’s earlobe.
Kurumu broke the kiss with a grin. “Frosty and I don’t mind if you take both of us at once,” she informed him with a mixed air of sensuality and nervousness.
Tsukune’s cheeks lit up. “Um… what?”
“The French call it a ménage à trois,” explained the succubus.
“Two sexy girls, in this case, for one guy,” added the ice-woman with a teasing smirk. “Think you can handle us both, lover boy?”
“After dessert, that is,” chirped Kurumu.
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Dessert passed in a chaotic swirl of vanilla and blackberry flavors, often tinged with the flavors of Mizore’s or Kurumu’s lips. Occasionally, to Tsukune’s lasting surprise, the two girls kissed each other instead of him. The young man would swear that his nose was gushing blood by the time they’d all finished their frozen treats.
“How did you like it, Tsukune?” Mizore cooed, her hand running down his chest.
“Normally, we might ask which one you liked better, dinner or dessert,” commented Kurumu, sidling up to Tsukune so his arm rested in her cleavage. “But… you can’t really have one without the other, can you?”
“Everything’s been delicious,” Tsukune replied, looking back and forth between the two beauties. After a moment, the young man’s brain kicked into gear. “Are we still talking about food?”
Mizore giggled. “Quite symbolic, isn’t it?” Though she struggled in several classes, she always paid attention in Ms. Nekonome’s literature class.
“Competition never got us anywhere,” Kurumu pointed out, “so we thought we’d try working together for a change.”
Tsukune couldn’t help but smile; the sentiment, at least, was sweet, even if the way it manifested struck him as decidedly odd just now. He wrapped one arm around each girl’s waist. “I’m glad you’re not fighting. I think it’s, well, great that you decided to make dinner together,” he praised them, wanting to encourage more of the food-related cooperation at least. We’ll see how the… rest of it… goes in practice, he added silently. With my luck, they’ll start squabbling before long…
“We wanna do more than that, of course,” Mizore whispered into his ear as she began unbuttoning his shirt. “We wanna make you feel good together.”
“Better than either of us could alone,” added Kurumu as she unbuckled Tsukune’s belt and slid it off.
The young man kissed each girl in turn, starting with Mizore because she was his girlfriend this week. He also caressed each of them along the waist, since he couldn’t really reach any of the fasteners for the girls’ clothes from his current position. All the same, they rewarded his efforts with soft noises of enjoyment. “Let’s, ah, move to the mattress,” he suggested.
The three teens crowded onto Mizore’s bed and began undressing each other until they were all naked, except for Mizore’s socks and Kurumu’s headband. Vaguely Tsukune remembered both of them saying that only he would ever see them completely naked. He quickly lost track of the girls’ hands on his body as his clothes were removed, even with Mizore’s hands a few degrees cooler than Kurumu’s and thus ostensibly standing out; as it turned out, Kurumu’s warm touch and Mizore’s cool one canceled each other out as their hands roamed his skin.
“Remember, Kurumu, Tsukune is my boyfriend right now,” murmured the snow-woman, “so only I get to fuck him. If we do this again during your week, I’ll abide by the same rule.”
“Fair enough,” replied the succubus with a nonchalant shrug. “Besides, there’s still plenty to do before that point. Tsukune might not last that long.”
“Neither of you have complained before,” the human boy huffed, feeling more than a little insulted.
“As long as Tsukune has fun, I don’t mind,” Mizore shrugged, ignoring her boyfriend’s indignant protest.
Kurumu leaned towards the other girl. “I feel the same way,” she agreed in a whisper just before their lips met.
Tsukune stared, still not used to the sight – or, for that matter, the idea – of two of his girlfriends kissing each other, based on their past history. Not knowing what else to do while the kiss grew increasingly passionate, the young man caressed their waists and thighs, careful to balance the amount and type of touching he bestowed on each girl; the last thing he needed was for an argument to derail this joint venture. To his relief, the girls both sighed with happiness and cupped one another’s breasts.
Finally, Kurumu broke the kiss to moan lustily. “I think we’ve kept our Tsukune waiting long enough, don’t you?” the succubus asked, trying not to react too strongly to Mizore’s fingers pinching her large, sensitive nipples.
Mizore didn’t respond with words. Rather, the snow-woman moved to kiss the boy with the same passion she’d just been using on the succubus. Soon, she had eased Tsukune onto his back so she could pepper kisses along his neck and chest, while her hands roamed the young man’s torso. A moment later, Kurumu followed suit, making sure to press and rub her “ridiculously awesome boobs,” as Tsukune thought of them, against him as much as possible.
The chaotic swirl of tactile sensations soon swept up Tsukune entirely. Before long, he once again lost track of which girl was doing what to him, and the young man found such a state of affairs most agreeable. When he could focus enough to do so, he remained active in the process by touching the girls wherever he could, albeit haphazardly.
Tsukune groaned at the feeling of someone’s lips – Kurumu’s probably, given how warm they were – enveloping his member. The succubus slid her mouth along her boyfriend’s erection, savoring his slightly musky flavor, a flavor she’d first tasted on the last night of her week as Tsukune’s girlfriend. As a succubus, she’d gotten the hang of giving head instinctively, but she’d been eager to perform oral on her Destined Mate again to hone her technique; this opportunity was much too good to pass up.
Not to be outdone, Mizore took over after a few minutes, licking all along Tsukune’s length. Kurumu ceded her spot to observe her friend’s technique. The succubus could tell, by the way her counterpart’s jaw moved, that the snow-woman relied primarily on tongue movement to please Tsukune – likely aided by her daily sucking on that lollipop of hers. Kurumu wondered if Mizore’s method felt better, worse, or just different to Tsukune, compared to her own deep-throating – a natural result of her lack of gag reflex, yet another of her birthrights as a sex-demon.
The young man rode the waves of pleasure from the girls’ oral ministrations as they took turns pleasuring him in their distinct fashions. He couldn’t decide whether he preferred Mizore’s measured ministrations or Kurumu’s complete consumption. He was certain, however, that he particularly enjoyed when the girls jointly licked him, their tongues dancing in concert all the way to the tip, where they flitted gracefully before the two girls engaged in an ardent kiss, his member caught in the midst of their oral waltz.
“He’s twitching a lot,” Mizore purred as she stroked him. “You must be having a good time, you dirty boy.”
“Why wouldn’t he, with two bombshell beauties like us giving our all?” teased Kurumu – in both senses of the word, since she moved to nestle Tsukune’s erection in her cleavage for one brief, delightful interlude.
“Yeah… this is great,” Tsukune responded in a haze. “Thanks so much… for something like this…”
“Are you ready to fuck, Tsukune?” asked Mizore, a tad impatiently. “I know I am.”
Before the young man could answer, the third party interjected: “What about me? What am I supposed to do while you get your rocks off?” Kurumu’s face contorted into a put-out frown.
“I’ll take care of you too, Kurumu,” Tsukune volunteered to head off the possible confrontation brewing. “I could, um, lick you.”
Kurumu shivered at the notion. She’d meant to suggest that during her week, but she didn’t want to seem pushy. Given that her succubus body needed little, if any, foreplay to ready itself for action, she and Tsukune usually skipped straight to full-fledged intercourse.
Now’s my chance, though, and Tsukune even volunteered! she exulted silently. A broad grin lit the buxom girl’s face as she cheered, “Yahoo-hoo! Oh, Tsukune, you’re so sweet! I’d love that!” She shifted to plant a big, heartfelt kiss on his lips.
Both girls climbed atop their shared lover, Kurumu astride Tsukune’s face and Mizore atop his groin. The snow-woman ground herself against the young man; the shift away from using her mouth to please him let her slip her lollipop back into her mouth. The cooling sensation helped her relax enough to really enjoy herself and get herself ready for penetration.
Meanwhile, Kurumu shuddered at feeling Tsukune’s warm breath wash over her most sensitive area, a feeling that only intensified as she lowered herself so his lips and tongue could more readily reach her. Her rump and groin soon became all Tsukune could see, eclipsing everything else in the room. He placed one hand on her thigh and the other on Mizore’s firm rear.
By this point, Mizore’s patience had reached its limit, so she reached between her legs to guide Tsukune’s member into her thoroughly-ready opening. With a few wiggles of her hips, the ice-woman completely engulfed her boyfriend’s erection. “Damn, that feels good,” she murmured with a small, contented smile. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your dick inside my pussy.”
Tsukune groaned in delight, savoring the sensation of Mizore’s tight wetness all around him, especially once she began raising and lowering herself at a languid, almost torturous pace. While she did that, he decided to focus on Kurumu. He stretched out his tongue and ran it along the delicate folds of flesh in front of him.
Kurumu yelped at the strange, wonderful sensation of her Destined Mate’s tongue on her most intimate area. Pleasure surged through her whole body with each move of the rough, wriggly appendage, especially when it flicked her clit. Another cry escaped her, despite her best efforts to muffle it, and the pleasure drove her eyes shut.
Mizore swore softly and picked up her pace. She leaned toward her succubus friend and nuzzled her neck. Her hands rested on Kurumu’s thighs, bracing the snow-woman for her ever-more-vigorous riding.
Kurumu held her friend close. Their breasts pressed together as they jointly ascended towards their respective peaks. The succubus stifled her rising moans – the result of Tsukune’s efforts tonguing her nethers – by kissing the length and breadth of Mizore’s smooth, pale neck and shoulders.
Underneath the two girls, Tsukune felt increasingly swept up in their combined delight. He knew Mizore was close by the way she whispered “Fuck yes! Fuck me!” over and over, while Kurumu’s cries of ecstasy seemed harder and harder for her to subdue. Of the girls he’d done this for, the succubus had by far the superior taste – mostly sweet, and not quite as musky as Moka had tasted. The young man knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Oh shit I’m cumming!” blurted Mizore. For the next few moments, her hips bucked feverishly as a stream of curses tumbled from her lips.
Sensing the other girl’s orgasm triggered Kurumu’s own. The succubus turned her head away from Mizore as she screamed; she didn’t want to hurt her friend’s ears, after all.
The sounds of both girls climaxing combined with the feeling of Mizore pumping herself up and down his member, not to mention the scent of Kurumu in his nostrils and her flavor on his tongue, to send Tsukune crashing over the edge as well. So powerful was this climax that he blacked out for a few moments.
When his consciousness returned, the young man heard a soft oath from Mizore, who seemed to have dismounted. His eyes widened at what he saw when he looked in her direction – Kurumu’s face between the other girl’s fair-skinned legs, licking as she herself had so recently been licked.
“Oh fuck! Is that how Tsukune’s tongue felt on your pussy?” moaned the snow-woman. “No wonder you came that hard.” Mizore gripped her sheets and announced “Ohhhh fuck, I’m cumming again!” More swearing followed as she did exactly that.
Leaving the other girl in the aftershocks of her second orgasm, Kurumu sat up and, with a wicked grin, licked her lips clean of the remainder of Tsukune’s seed. “What?” she asked, her voice the model of faux innocence. “I wanted to show her how good that felt.”
Tsukune chuckled tiredly; he didn’t quite believe that, but he lacked the energy to argue. “You girls are too much,” he teased.
Kurumu’s face fell. “Oh,” she mumbled in a disappointed voice, her mood suddenly deflated. “Does that mean… you don’t want to do this again?”
Tsukune’s heart sank at how pitiful she looked when she asked that. “Of course I would!” he rushed to reassure her. To emphasize his words, he leaned over to kiss Kurumu’s cheek. “I just meant… that was… really intense!” he stumbled. The succubus only responded with a bashful smile, so the young man thought that she accepted his explanation.
The three teens canoodled together for a while as their bodies relaxed from their activities, until the looming curfew demanded that Tsukune dress and leave. He bowed deeply and thanked the girls for a wonderful evening. On the walk back to the boys’ dorm, the human couldn’t keep a broad grin from his face or a spring from his step if he’d tried.
~~~~~
From one of the windows of the girls’ dorm, a certain pink-haired vampire watched her human lover leave. A frown painted her features and would have seemed, to an outside observer, ill-suited for such a pretty face. Worry gnawed at her: Even with the coming week belonging to me… is it too late? Have I lost Tsukune to one of the others?
< You’ve done everything you can, > chided a voice from the rosary hanging from her neck. < As have I. Perhaps it’s time we had a little chat with the other girls? >
Outer Moka’s mouth shifted and set itself into a determined line, and she nodded. “Tomorrow, during Newspaper Club,” she resolved.
< I think it’s high time to find out how the others feel about Tsukune’s indecision. >
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A/N: Of all the possible chapters, it was this one that gave me so much trouble. It's totally absurd that that would be the case - Kurumu/Mizore/Tsukune is my OT3, and this chapter was the one I most looked forward to writing when I began this story. Yet it proved an absolute bear to actually write. I guess I'll chalk it up to my lack of experience with writing threesomes. (Not my lack of experience having them, exactly; but I don't want to brag, since it's not a common occurrence.)
Thanks to all my readers for the outpouring of supportive reviews after the last chapter. I didn't mean my last AN to come across as some sort of "pity me" plea; if anyone got that impression, I apologize. I guess I'd gotten spoiled from y'all's regular feedback on each chapter, and panicked when that dried up. I'll try not to do that in future.
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