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Gift of Offering	By : whiteeyes Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 4841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello everyone who is about to read this fic. I just wanted to say that I don’t own any characters
from Card Captor Sakura. So don’t sue or ban me as an author. I’m serious, that has happened
before. And I hope you guys enjoy reading my story.

Gift of Offering

_{Chapter One:}

Her body was voluptuous. Every define curve, every womanly detail, almost every piece of
exposed flesh made his lower region tweak with need. She swayed like the goddess of fire, a type
of drowsy heat that he wanted to bathe in, that he wanted to soak up empty so that no one could
see such enthralling glow.

He was greedy with lust. Watching her wasn’t enough; he didn’t get that satisfying fulfillment
that he needed if her were to take her. She was the perfect woman, an exotic female that made his
eyes sore and his groins ache with desire.

Syaoran closed the binds and turned his back to the window; his breathing was sharp. He was too
caught up in examining this charming loveliness outside his window that he didn’t realize
someone was knocking on his door.

He tried to restore his breathing back to normal, to compose his own self as gentlemanly as
possible before opening the door. In any case, he was the Li Syaoran that everyone knew as
Leader of the Li Clan, and as being its leader, he had to have qualities of a man with great
leadership skills, not the kind that was vulnerable as he was right now.

He opened the door and was suddenly met with the burning sapphire of Eriol’s eyes. Syaoran
raised an eyebrow at Eriol’s unexpected arrival and nearly spat, “What do you want, man?”

Eriol chuckled silently to himself and hung his head as he entered the room. “I wanted to tell you
something.”

Syaoran watched irritably as his loyal assistant saunter towards the window without a
straightforward answer he sought for. He gaped with somewhat interest as Eriol peeped through
the binds, wondering if he too was looking at the girl who was roaming the garden

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Eriol continued.

Syaoran joined him in the sightseeing, and nodded his head in appreciation. It hadn’t occurred to
him on why the lustrous babe was here in the first place. He simply kept staring for what seemed
like hours.

Eriol closed the binds on his face, and turned to the exit of the door.

Syaoran collected himself. “W-Wait Eriol… I was wondering why she’s here?”

Eriol offered a twisted smirk. “She’s yours,” he said before slipping away unnoticeably.

“What?” was Syaoran's surprised response, but Eriol was already out of sight before he could
register all of this information. Syaoran exhaled slowly and propped down on a cushion chair,
letting his mind drift off into thoughts.

Syaoran’s Pov

So I own her?

I haven’t touched a woman in years, and I thought I was free of them. But after seeing this angel
creature, I can’t hold back my uncontrollable needs. Indeed she’s stunning; she outshines the
thousand stars.

But how much do I want her?

I want to say I don’t. I want to say that she’s an undeserving whore… But I can’t. She moves
with an air of innocence. I bet she was taken here kidnapped and brought into sexual servitude.

She’s a slut; I will never give myself to such low being.

That’s clear.

I don’t want her…

Do I?

It was astounding by how much the sky had darkened, considering it was barely late noon.
Syaoran sheathed his sword, ending his training with the rumbling of his stomach. He wiped the
sweat from his forehead and grabbed a washcloth. He cleaned himself up rather quickly and
resumed his way into the dining area. There he saw the old man sitting at the table, half-sleeping.

“Wei! What’s for dinner?”

Wei nearly jumped from his seat. He rubbed his eyes wearily. “Not sure. Eriol said that he’s
cooking tonight, Li-sama.”

Syaoran felt his stomach turn from that notion. “Tell him that I’m going to go out to eat, okay?”

“That won’t be necessary, Syaoran,” said Eriol, entering the room with a scolding finger shaking
towards Syaoran.

Syaoran narrowed his eyes. “I’ve tasted your cooking before, and almost died from food
poisoning!” he barked.

Eriol let out a hearty laugh and threw his arm around Syaoran’s shoulder. “Gosh Xiao, you make
eating sound so difficult.”

“Because your food is so difficult to swallow!” Syaoran lashed out, thrusting Eriol’s unwanted
arm off his shoulder.

“Sit down man! Don’t be so rude!” Eriol shouted, throwing Syaoran on a chair.

Syaoran obeyed for reasons he did not know why. One thing for sure, he had never seen Eriol so
defensive in his life. The man was usually calm and comedic. But enough about his life story,
Syaoran was starving.

“Neh, Eriol. Why are you sitting here? Goddamn… Arghgh...! I thought you were going to make
us something to eat.”

“Hmm… what? Ah, not me.”

“Dammed, who is then?”

“Well Sakura is…”

“Sakura?” Syaoran said confusedly, pondering on who the heck she was.

A woman shortly came through the door at the call of her name, and wordlessly told Syaoran
who she was by an unreadable expression. “Dinner’s ready,” she whispered softly, but Syaoran
heard each melodic note. His heart nearly melted. Her voice sounded like crushed glass, such
twinkling sound.

Sakura placed a brewing pot of soup in front of the men. She grabbed the ladle from her apron
pocket and opened the lid. She poured the steamy hot liquid into each bowl. Syaoran observed
her quietly from the corner of his half closed eyes. She was even more breathtaking up-close, and
so polite if he may add.

After pouring, Sakura took a step back, keeping her head resigned until everyone finished eating.
For being as lowly as she was, she had impeccable manners. It surprised Syaoran, and he had no
idea how long he had been staring until Eriol alerted his attention.

“So Xiao, how is it?” Eriol said, smirking.

Syaoran sipped his soup, and was amazed by how delicious it tasted. It tasted like a piece of
heaven. He wanted more of her cooking. He wanted more of her. But he couldn’t let the men on
the table know that.

“I-It’s quite appetizing. A bit bland though.”

“Ah… I see. How about you, Wei?”

Syaoran turned away from Eriol and Wei. So her name is Sakura, he thought. The girl stood like
a statue, unmoving, unflinching, unaffected. If he was to take her, how would she react? He
couldn’t let his lusty thoughts ceased. After all, he did want her. No man could possibly resist
this type of meat.

Syaoran blinked himself back to consciousness and stood up abruptly. “Excuse me, may I be
excused?”

Eriol raised a brow. “What for? You didn’t even finish half your soup yet.”

“It’s all right; you can have it.”

Syaoran curved through the doors and disappeared. Eriol shook his head and took a glimpse at
Sakura. He smiled mischievously.

Syaoran’s Pov

Gods… It hurts. It hurts!

The bulge in my pants kept on throbbing. I needed to relieve myself. I couldn’t take it anymore.
It's strange though, I never resorted to such things like what I’m about to do now. I really don’t
know how it’s done, but gods, I was hurting.

I unbuttoned my pants and drew it down to my knees. I sat on the cool ceramic ground and
started to slowly pull off my boxers. My manhood quickly sprung up and I gasped. The icy air
made me very sensitive.

I was nervous, more embarrassed to actually touch myself. My fingers cautiously guided itself
towards my manhood. I grabbed my shaft and shudder by the feeling. I started molding it, finding
a feeling that caused even more excitement to my groin. All the way through, I knew I was
blushing bright red.

I began to move my hand up and down, and was shocked to find the immediate pleasure from
that one hand motion. My breathing pitched and I gasped. My hand moved up and down again,
and I received that feeling again, only more intense. My other hand roved to my testicles and I
started to stroke and massage it. My hips bucked.

I moaned out loud as I stroked my shaft. To think of all the sexual explorations that I’ve missed. I
felt my member twinge and grow harder, a few droplets of liquid began to squirt from the top of
my penis. I shuddered by that moist feeling. My hands could easily thrust into my hand now that
it was wet.

I began to work myself faster, and each time, I got more pleasure. I felt like something was about
to explode out of me. I stroked myself even faster, and I felt it coming. It was shooting out of my
shaft, this sticky white liquid. I growled out at the top of my climax.

I was breathing hard. I was feeling dirty, but felt good. I soon relaxed and made a move to clean
myself up. It was when the door all of a sudden opened, was when I froze and flushed.

Green eyes… Shocked green eyes.

Damned.

Okay. That’s the first taste of the first chapter. And there’s that cliffy that always makes reader
wait impatiently. I’ll tell you what, if I get feedbacks and a good rating on my story, I’ll update.
That way, everyone benefits. ^.^
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