Amor est vitae essentia

My heart was pounding as I turned the corner into the wide corridor. I couldn't believe I was actually going to meet the Host Club members. I've heard rumours, of course, but actually being with them was something I never even dreamed I'd be doing, not in a million years. The hallway is magnificent, and I tug my skirt down just a little bit, feeling overwhelmed. The sun slides in through the large windows, casting shadows on the soft carpet, and for a moment, all I want to do is take my shoes off and bury my toes into it, but the moment passes when I realize that up ahead of me is the Third Music Room.

The Host club's lair. I shiver, just thinking about what I'll find in there today! My friend who went last week told me that they dress up in costumes sometimes, and have been known to turn the unused music room into an exotic palace or a faraway island. I'm so excited, I can barely stop shaking!

Grasping the handle, I give it a quick turn, and push the door open, and for a moment I'm blinded. Then I realize that I'm being showered in rose petals, and already it's the most romantic, exotic thing I've ever experienced. Blinking, I come face to face with an arabian sultan, and a pair of godlike princes. Tariko wasn't lying, these clothes must have cost them a fortune!

"Wow," I breathe, unable to get more through my stunned brain, and Suoh-sempai is on his feet coming towards me.

"Hello, my sweet princess," he's saying, and it's all I can do not to swoon into his arms. He drops to his knees and offers a kiss to my palm, and suddenly the room dissolves around me, and it's just the two of us. He's looking up at me through half lidded eyes, and as I look down at him, he offers me a smile as he presses his petal-soft lips against my wrist.

"Sempai," This is indecent, this is wrong, this is the most magical moment of my entire life. He plants a small kiss against my elbow, and somehow it sends tingles through my body. Suddenly, he's up and pressing his lips against mine, and I do swoon, my legs collapsing from under me, but he's got me, pulling me against his chest and supporting my weight on his. "Come with me," he whispers into my ear, and I shiver, nodding.

He leads me in a dance, and suddenly we're pressed against a couch, the dance over much too soon. I lay against the plush cushion, and he continues kissing me, pressing his warm lips against my cheek, my chin, my throat. Each spot awakens a new fire inside my already heated body, and by the time he brings his hand up to cup my breast, I'm gasping already. The feeling of his long fingers curled around the small rounded flesh is enough to send blood and heat to my face, and other regions too, and I can feel my panties getting a little damp. He's carressing my skin through the thin fabric of the dress, and not even my bra keeps the pleasure of his touch from me. Above me, he shifts slightly, and then his lips are closing around the small bump in my dress, and I gasp softly as the sensation goes straight through my body like an electric shock. He hasn't even taken my clothes off, and I feel like I'm going to come. Then his teeth come down, a short, gentle nip and he's pulling away, moving to the other side. His fingers massage the offended area while he's giving my other nipple the same treatment, and I'm horrified to find myself whimpering. He offers me a honey-sweet smile, and then his lips are at my ear, and I don't care what he's saying, just that the heat of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin is wonderful.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. The roses in the garden, they pale in comparison to your shining face, and the stars wilt in the sky with envy." As he speaks, his fingers make their way down my stomach and I feel the fabric of my school uniform shifting as he moves under it.

The soft pads of his fingers trail designs on the skin of my inner thighs, and the teasingly slow pace is driving me mad. I've never wanted anything so much as I want his fingers against my panties, pushing and stroking.

"My beautiful princess," he whispers, and the zipper at the back of my dress is pulled down. I help him, sliding it off my arms so that the dress is pooled around my waist, revealing my b-cup breasts and white, lace trimmed bra to his violet gaze. The fingers of his free hand are still coaxing their way up my thigh, and he reaches a particularly ticklish spot and my breath hitches in my throat. Suddenly, they're gone, and just as quickly I feel the touch on my other leg, back at my knee. My right leg is tingling in the aftermath of his teasing journey, but now he's working on the left, so it's okay.

As if to take my attention away from my legs, he leans forward and buries his face against my skin, inhaling deeply and nuzzling the delicate spot between my breasts. Feeling his cheeks on both of my girls is an exhilarating feeling, and then suddenly the bra is half off, and his lips have fastened themselves around my still hard nipples, drawing a ragged cry from me. The heat is amazing, and when his tongue touches to the peak, I fall back, unable to keep myself up any longer.

He catches me, moving so that he's still above me, and continues to lick and suck at my breast. When I think I'm going to explode, he shifts again, returning once more to the other one. While I'm not paying attention, his fingers reach my core, and the touch of his hand against my womanhood is blindingly brilliant. Shuddering, I gaze down at him, and he simply offers another enigmatic smile as his fingers begin to stroke. With one manicured finger nail, he rakes his finger over my clit and I feel a short scream burst from my throat. Then that same finger presses against it while his tongue carresses the curve of my breast, coming full circle around it before he blows gently on my still wet nipple. "Sempai!"

The next thing I am aware of, he is kneeling between my legs, and pulling my underwear completely down my legs. I shave, and the sight of him staring at my neatly trimmed hair makes me wetter than ever, and I can feel a little of it trickling out of me, down onto the sofa. He leans forward and catches it with his tongue, licking all the way up in the process. I moan, lifting my hips. Nothing has ever felt like this in my entire life, and I want more.

"Mustn't waste a drop of this precious gift," he murmurs, and licks again. His tongue wiggles inside my body and his lips rub against my clit, creating a most wonderful sensation that has me gripping the cushions before I realize it. Before too long, his tongue withdraws, and I pant, trying to regain my breath, only to have it stolen from me once again as his tongue returns, lapping gently at my clit while his fingers prod at my entrance. I'm moaning almost constantly now, but it feels soooo goood. His tongue is everywhere at once, and his fingers start pushing in and out of my body, creating friction that travels from the tips of my toes all the way up to the roots of my hair. Every second he's touching me, the feelings increase tenfold, and then they're bursting and my hips are jerking slightly as I climax against his hand and mouth. He makes good on his promise not to waste any of it, and he's still licking me when I come down from the orgasm, which nearly sends me right back into another one. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue against my dripping center keeps the feelings high. "Ahh, Sempai.."

I open my eyes, and realize I'm still sitting in my desk, the teacher is dismissing class, and I have missed half my notes. Ah, but what a wonderful daydream I had. I leave the class and head directly for the Third Music Room, a goofy smile on my face.

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Wow. I haven't written Het-lemons in years XD Sorry if it sucks, though I don't really think it does. Please review, I'd love to know what you thought! Dedicated to Lexi, who issued the challenge. I hope it's what you were looking for. I'll do Kyouya next.