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Early	By : HondoOokami Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 8264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Early

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura is not mine and never will be.

Warning: Obscene lemon (meaning scenes of a sexual nature, so if you find such content offensive or you’re generally not ‘into’ that kind of thing, click the ‘back’ button and do not read the story).

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Syaoran’s room

Dawn has just broken. The sunlight slipped through the half closed blinds, crept along the hardwood floors and came to rest upon the double bed in the centre of the enormous room.

As the rays beamed upon her pretty oval face, Sakura tried to hide her closed eyes into the softness on which her head lay upon. She snuggled up to what she believed was a pillow, burying her face further with a quiet incoherent mumble.

“You’re so adorable, Sakura.”

Grudgingly, Sakura began to slowly open her eyes. Whilst doing so, she came to realise it wasn’t a pillow she was snuggling into, but one hell of a strong looking chest. Her weariness began to fade quickly as her emerald orbs traced upwards, and quickly met with the humoured ambers of her koibito. Her cheeks went a little pink when she found out that she was asleep on top of him, then turned a deep red once she remembered that neither of them had any level of fabrics to separate their bodies.

“Ohayou,” he whispered, the humour spreading from his eyes to the other features on his handsome face.

“Ohayou, Syaoran-kun…” Sakura rested her chin on his chest while he lightly brushed his fingers through her hair. She watched curiously as his grin began to widen further. “Uh…how long have you been awake?”

“Only for the last half hour…” Syaoran’s fingers ran down the back of her neck, traced along her spine and locked together with his other hand resting by her slim waist “I would’ve gotten up, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Sakura dropped her head back onto his chest and let out a long sigh.

“What time is it?”

“It’s just a few minutes past six. Is that too early for you?”

Sakura closed her eyes and hugged him tightly like a teddy bear.

“I don’t wanna get up…”

“Neither do I,” Syaoran began to hug her back “But Meilin, Daidouji and Hiirigizawa said they want to meet us over at the park by seven thirty.”

That was another thing Sakura completely forgot about. They were supposed to be going to Tokyo for the day with Tomoyo, Meilin, Eriol and the rest of their friends from high school. (Meilin stays over at Tomoyo’s house whenever Sakura spends time with Syaoran at the apartment, due to the unbearably loud noises they make throughout the night…)

“I hope Kero-chan hasn’t forgotten about my clothes…”

Although with some hesitation, Sakura untangled herself from Syaoran’s strong arms and slipped out from underneath the light green quilts, making her way over to the small mahogany desk sitting just a few metres away from the bed. She reached for the cordless phone on the desktop and immediately punched in a number using her thumb. Sakura put the phone to her ear and listened to the ringing tone.

“Ohayou, Kero-chan,” She let out a big yawn whilst she scratched the back of her neck. Sakura happened to notice that Syaoran’s lustful eyes were washing over nude figure during that time.

“Ohayou gozaimasu, Sakura! It’s nice to know you’re actually up early for once!”

“Kero-chan…” As Syaoran lay on the bed and started to make obscene body gestures towards her she turned away slightly, trying to hide her crimson coloured cheeks. “Have you got my things ready?”

“Yeah…but it may take a while to get this stuff over to the kid’s apartment,” Came Kero’s reply, along with some strange rustling noises in the background. “I’m gonna have to make a stop at Tomoyo’s house before I can bring these to you, though.”

“Tomoyo-chan’s house? What for?”

“Well, I need to drop off this tracking device…”

“EH?” Her sudden outburst caused both Kero and Syaoran to jump a little “Tracking device?”

“Yep, your niisan planted it in your bag to keep tabs on you. Y’know, to make sure you haven’t been spending the night someplace you shouldn’t be,” From the corner of her eye, Sakura watched Syaoran roll out the other side of the bed and stroll stark-naked over to the bedroom door “It’s a good thing I triple checked the contents.”

“Where did oniichan get a tracking device from?”

“You’d be surprised as to what over protective niisan’s can find on the internet nowadays, kiddo.”

“I’ll start making us some breakfast,” Syaoran quietly called over to Sakura before he disappeared out into the low lit hallway.

“Make sure there’s enough for me, kid!” Kero suddenly cried out from the other end of the line.

“Kero-chan, there’ll be plenty enough for you. Please be careful with my things.”

“Alrighty! I’ll be over soon as possible!” The line went dead a second later.

Sakura put the phone back down and walked over to the tall wardrobe standing on the other side of the room. She felt a little annoyed with her oniichan’s antics. He always tried so many different things to try and keep Syaoran’s hands as far away from her as possible, ranging from following them around whilst they’re on dates to tapping her phone for when Syaoran calls.

Sakura had a quick little root through the wardrobe, searching for something she could quickly slip on. Normally after spending a night at Syaoran’s apartment, neither teen would even bother getting dressed until after breakfast. But seeing as she called up the little yellow guardian Keroberos late last night and asked him to drop off some clean clothes in the morning, Sakura thought it would be best to put something on for a change.

“This one,” Sakura picked out a large grey t-shirt from a neatly stacked pile at the back of the wardrobe. Allowing it to cover her finely shaped body it fit like a dress, going straight down to her knees. She then wandered over to the large paneled door leading out to the balcony, slid it widely open and stepped out into the warm morning air.

“Ah…”

Sakura leant forward onto the railing as she admired the view of Tomoeda from the twelfth floor apartment. She loved the atmosphere of the newly risen sun, the silence of the empty streets below and the cool breeze blowing in from the west. It gave a much better start to the day than when she gets up late.

“It’ll be ready soon,” Syaoran stepped outside, sliding the door half shut behind him and wrapped his arms around Sakura’s waist “And yes, there will be enough for that mangy plush toy.”

“Hmm…” Sakura leant her head back against his chest. As she gave him a full view of her slender neck, Syaoran was unable to resist his urges to bury his face into it and cover every spot with light kisses.

“Syaoran-kun,” Sakura began to giggle uncontrollably as his lips repeatedly pressed against her soft skin, and his hands traveled up underneath the shirt tracing her curves. “What are you up to?”

“Well, I was just thinking about how we could pass the time…”

“Oh, really?” Sakura slowly spun around in his arms, and instantly the heat in her cheeks reached it’s highest. She clearly noticed two things about Syaoran at this very moment: One, Unlike herself, he remained as naked as the moment he’d woken up. Two, he was incredibly aroused.

“Yes, really.” he nuzzled Sakura’s ear and pulled her much closer “Right now, out here...”

“Couldn’t someone see us out here?” she asked half dazed, feeling his hardness press against her.

“No…but they probably could hear us.” He gave her left butt cheek a squeeze, and as her mouth opened to yelp he thrust his tongue into her open mouth.

As Syaoran’s tongue explored her mouth, Sakura’s arms began to slide around his torso until her hands met at his back. His hands were busy trying to pull the shirt off over her head, but Sakura didn’t move in any way so he could do this.

“Not yet.” Her right hand left his back, slid around his front and clasped his manhood. “Let me do something for you first, Syaoran-kun…”

Sakura pushed him back a bit with her free hand and Syaoran’s back pressed against the glass panel as her other hand rubbed up and down on his enormous erection. She broke the kiss, gave him a kitten-like lick on the tip of his nose then smiled like an angel.

He just leant back against the glass and watched as she knelt down in front of him with that innocent smile on her cute face. Both of her hands took hold of his member like it were a trophy, then she stuck out her tongue and began to trail it up, down and around.

“Ahhh…Sakura….”

His head fell back against the window and he placed his hand down on top of her head, massaging her scalp with his palm. Once her tongue reached his tip, Sakura engulfed most of his ten inches.

“Saku…” Syaoran’s eyes shut tight and his teeth clenched together, but he couldn’t stop the very loud moan from escaping his mouth.

Sakura’s hands and mouth worked in precise cooperation, what she couldn’t cover she’d rub. Sakura reached over a third of the way down before she had too pull back up. She settled on the head instead of trying to consume it all and choke herself.

“SAKURA!!”

It hadn’t been too long since she’d started that she heard Syaoran give out a mighty groan , and her mouth instantly filled with his thick white liquid. Sakura swallowed all that she could whilst the rest dripped out over her hands.

“Sakura…” At the sound of his hoarse voice Sakura pulled her mouth away from his shaft and looked up into his grateful amber eyes.

Syaoran bent down, wrapped his strong arms around Sakura and lifted her back onto her feet. He covered her mouth with a deep kiss, lasting a good few minutes, before they pulled apart and he gave her a kitten-like lick on the tip of her nose.

“My turn,” Syaoran remained in between Sakura and the window. He descended down her body, his hands firmly holding her waist, until he knelt down with his legs tucked underneath himself.

Sakura was gently pulled more towards Syaoran as he sat there, and she put one hand out in front of herself against the glass whilst the other’s fingers threaded themselves in his chocolate locks. He ducked under her shirt, immediately drew a few circles around the outside of her entrance then slid his tongue inside.

“S-Syaoran-kun!” she choked out his name as he furiously wagged his tongue about. She was practically being lifted off her feet as Syaoran tilted his head back and moved upwards.

Syaoran spread Sakura’s legs just enough so he could get his arms underneath her, then allowed her to sit on his robust shoulders. He placed his hands on her buttocks to pull her closer to his face, and her legs began to clamp around his head as he moved in further.

She couldn’t help it. Sakura started to buck her hips into his face, but Syaoran didn’t seem to mind. He continued to lap up her juices whilst she rocked and screamed his name rapidly.

“SYAORAN-KUNSYAORAN-KUNSYAORAN-KUNSYAORAN-KUN!”

Within minutes Sakura’s movements became too intense, and no matter how much upper body strength Syaoran had he was unable to hold her for much longer. Not before putting up a long resistance, he fell backwards to let her off.

As Sakura’s feet touched the ground, her other hand reached out and pressed against the glass. Although her legs felt like jelly, she managed to step up fully off of Syaoran while he slipped underneath her. Sakura crossed her arms in the window and her forehead touched the cool glass as she tried to catch her breath.

“Sakura…” He kissed the back of her neck, loosely wrapped his right arm around her waist and placed his hand on her stomach. His fingers gripped the shirt and pulled it up over her head fast, discarding it into the corner.

Syaoran leant to his left, his other hand sliding down her smooth thigh and stopped at her knee. He swiftly hooked Sakura’s leg up with his forearm, pulling it up close beside them. As she now stood on only one leg, Syaoran slipped into her opening from behind and started to thrust upwards.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…”

The window steamed up quickly from all of their heavy panting and the glass started rattling violently. Sakura felt the warmth of Syaoran’s right hand travel up her side and cover over her bouncing breast. Sakura placed her own hand over his, and followed it’s slow rotating movement. Sakura threw her head back from the feeling of his pumping, massaging and squeezing, loving every bit of it.

“Faster, Syaoran-kun!” She screamed repeatedly into the once silent air, and Syaoran obliged. He began to pump in harder and harder, faster and faster. Sakura could almost feel her other foot being lifted off the ground from his powerful movements.

But over time Syaoran began to slow down, feeling slightly worried for their safety. That window didn’t sound too healthy; they could end up going through it at any given moment. His thrusting slowed down until it finally ceased, then he dropped her leg back down as he began to slowly pull them both away from the rattling panel.

“S-Syao-kun?”

“I think that window has had enough of us.” Syaoran panted out with a hint of humour in his tone, and swung them both around to the railing. Sakura grabbed the barrier, then Syaoran hooked up her leg once more and continued from where he left off.

His solid chest moulded to her soft back, their sweat drenched skin rubbing against each other. In absolutely no time at all he regained his hasty thrusts, and within minutes they climaxed. Syaoran spilled into Sakura and their screams echoed throughout the still empty streets below.

Tiredly Sakura fell slightly forward, her head hung limply over the rail. Syaoran dropped Sakura’s leg to hold her in an even tighter embrace, while he kissed his way across her back. At this moment, they both knew they were far from finished.

“Syaoran-kun…” Sakura turned to face him, her cheeks still as red as a ripe tomato and breathing at a fast pace “I need to lie down, I think my legs have given up on me.”

“Alright…” Syaoran chuckled wearily, giving her body a quick firm squeeze.

Sakura pecked Syaoran’s warm red cheek before she pulled away, knelt down and grabbed the grey t-shirt from the side. Syaoran stood back against the railing and watched as Sakura began to spread it across the floor like a mat, smoothing out all of the creases and dusting away bits of dirt. He couldn’t help but notice the way her backside swayed from left to right as she worked away, then came up with an interesting idea.

“Ah, why not.”

Sakura finished spreading out the shirt on the floor just as she’d heard Syaoran mumble something to himself. Less than a second after she’d moved forward onto the shirt, she felt his hands on her hips and something huge push into her anal passage. By the time Sakura had finished squealing in surprise, Syaoran had made it all the way inside and began to buck his powerful hips like there was no tomorrow.

Syaoran leant further forward over Sakura, both of his hands following him up and cupped her breasts. He peeked over her shoulder and caught her lips as she twisted around to meet him. After many long minutes of powerfully rocking back and forth, eventually Syaoran pulled out of her anus, rolled Sakura onto her back and slipped straight back into her opening, whilst keeping his thrusting fast and hard.

Sakura threw her arms around the back of his neck, holding him down tightly and as closely as possible. She entwined her fingers into Syaoran’s hair and begged into his ear to go even faster, so Syaoran tried to put in everything he could to give her what she wanted.

Her hot breath brushed over the side of his face in quick short bursts. All Syaoran could hear was Sakura crying his name over and over again and about how much she loved him into his left ear. Her legs wrapped around his waist so tightly her thighs were beginning to crush him. He set his lips over the pulse of her neck and pumped as hard as humanly possible.

As the moments flew by, they both climaxed hard and their deafening screams carried out clearly into the distance.

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Yukito’s house, a few seconds later

“Did you hear that, Yuki?” Sakura’s dark haired niisan asked, referring to the strange sound which previously erupted over the small town like a sonic boom “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know…maybe it was an aircraft.” The silver haired man picked up a large rice cake with his chopsticks and swallowed it whole.

Toya wandered over to the small window and looked up to the sky.

‘I’m probably just going a little crazy, but that sounded strangely like Sakura and the ga…no, wait. she would never be up this early’ He looked down to a small PDA which he held in his hand, showing a satellite map of Tomoeda and a red beeping dot over Tomoyo’s house ‘And Sakura’s over at Daidouji’s place. Maybe it was an aircraft…’

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Syaoran’s balcony

As Sakura kept her arms locked tightly around his neck, Syaoran pulled the both of them up and leant with his back against the metal barrier. Sakura continued taking long deep breaths against his rock-hard chest, and his hand traced up her back finding its resting place in her short soft hair.

“Syaoran-kun…” Sakura tilted her head back into his palm, her mouth wide open. Syaoran chuckled before leant forward and slipped his tongue inside.

“Hey hey, whoa whoa whoa!” The two became very alert as a sudden loud squeaky voice exploded from above them. Their mouths broke apart, and they looked up to the sky only to see Kero hovering a few feet away with a small crème coloured gym bag hanging from his paws. “I didn’t fly halfway across Tomoeda in the early hours of the morning to see you guys doing the nasty!”

Sakura let out a little embarrassed whine and hid her face in Syaoran’s shoulder, whilst he simply grunted in annoyance at the yellow creature. He reached for the shirt, picked it up and wrapped it over Sakura like a blanket. Kero just hovered right past them with the bag in hand, entering the apartment via the half open door.

As he held Sakura tightly to his chest, Syaoran’s eyebrows furrowed as something suddenly began to nag him in the back of his mind.

‘Why do I feel like I’ve forgotten something?’

“Syaoran-kun…what’s wrong?”

Syaoran looked down to Sakura who was staring back up at him in anxiety. He was about to say something back, but that’s when they heard the guardian’s voice blandly call from one of the inner rooms.

“Hey kid, your kitchen’s on fire.”

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And there's another one. This idea came to me in a dream... but then i forgot it in another dream.
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