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Living for Love	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 21022 -:- 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.

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Chapter 1: Sweet Nothings

Completely naked, Kurumu Kurono reclined on her mattress, propped up on her elbows. Her generous bosom heaved with desire as she panted amorously. Her legs splayed open to reveal her most intimate area, now sodden with her love-lubricant, for the man of her dreams, Tsukune Aono – an invitation she knew he wouldn’t decline.

The human boy, mistakenly enrolled at a school for monsters, had once been a target for the young succubus, who’d used her hypnotic eyes and voice to enthrall him. She’d focused on him, specifically, because she’d wanted to complete her “collection” of hypnotized schoolboys and select her mate from among them. Complicating matters was his attachment to Moka, an attraction that even Kurumu’s strongest compulsions (at that time) couldn’t overcome. Driven into a murderous rage by her failure to seduce him, Kurumu ended up doing battle with the ferocious inner Moka, an alternate persona with full access to her vampire might.

Kurumu lost the fight handily – in a mere 76 seconds, if reports were to be believed – as she was unable to match the speed or power of an S-class supermonster.

Not content with mere victory, inner Moka threatened to tear off Kurumu’s wings and tail, crippling and maiming the succubus. Before she could follow through, however, Tsukune interceded on her behalf, interposing himself between the two monster girls and asking the vampire to show mercy. Mighty though she was, inner Moka acquiesced and spared Kurumu.

That moment marked the moment when Kurumu Kurono, teenage succubus and nascent man-eating heartbreaker, fell in love.

She didn’t find out until much later that Tsukune was actually a human; but, by then, it didn’t matter. He was the one she felt destined to be with forever, her Destined Mate. She’d told him as much the morning after her fight with Moka, though she doubted Tsukune understood, or would ever understand, the full import of that declaration.

Ultimately, she supposed it didn’t matter all that much at this moment, not when her goal stood so near. Past the swollen tips of her nipples, she espied the young man, also naked, leaning over her. Her eyes took in the delicious sight of him, especially his manhood standing gloriously, proudly erect between his legs. A shiver of delighted anticipation rushed down her spine as he maneuvered into position, at the cusp of entering her.

Their eyes met – hers a sparkling amethyst, his a warm brown that always made her think of cinnamon. Tender affection shone from his gaze, almost painful to her in their earnest sincerity; the pressure of how he looked at her seemed to constrict her, robbing her of her ability to breathe in anything more than short gasps. A gentle smile rested on his lips, prompting her to blush.

Their lips crashed together, as if a dam holding back all their pent-up passion had burst. She fell onto her back and pulled him close, wrapping him in her arms like she never wanted to let go (and she didn’t). She lifted her hips expectantly, and he didn’t keep her waiting.

She moaned into his mouth. Unparalleled joy filled her whole being as she felt Tsukune fill her body. She broke the kiss to moan louder, giving voice to all the joy she felt at the satisfaction of her deepest yearning: to become one with Tsukune, her Fated Mate. “I love you, Tsukune,” she keened, “with all my heart!”

“I love you too, Kurumu,” he breathed into her ear, “now and forever.”

They moved together – slowly at first as they grew accustomed to each other’s motion, but with increasing speed and fervor as the pleasure overwhelmed them. Tsukune stroked Kurumu’s cheeks and tangled his fingers into her hair, which hung loose, free of the headband she wore in public. She hoped that he liked how her hair splayed around her face.

She felt his hands roam from her hair down her neck and along her shoulders. She cried out with every thrust, each moan declaring her bliss to the heavens and challenging the gods to compare themselves to her. She wrapped her left leg around his waist and her right around his thighs to keep him where he was, where she’d wanted him for so long, where she never wanted him to leave.

Tsukune kissed her neck and shoulders. His hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. He then caressed her waist, hips, rump, thighs; his fingers gripped the last two to let him thrust more vigorously into her. Each of these actions accumulated into a wave of ecstasy that threatened to sweep Kurumu utterly away as it crested, near to crashing down atop her.

“I’m yours, all yours, always,” she moaned. “My love! My one and only!”

“Keep it down, Kurumu,” he whispered, a bit more harshly than she expected.

“I… I can’t,” she replied. “It feels too good – OH!”

“Miss Kurono, please compare the Cheshire Cat with Pixel from Heinlein,” he replied.

Kurumu frowned. “What a weird thing to say. Why don’t you say something more romantic?”

“Miss Kurono!”

“Why so formal all of a sudden?” she grumbled. As distracting as Tsukune’s strange comments were, she felt herself tip over the edge of orgasm.

“Miss Kurono!”

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Kurumu’s violet eyes fluttered open. The feeling of the rigid surface under her cheek, rather than a soft pillow under her head, told her she’d fallen asleep on her desk in the middle of class. Embarrassed, she sat up to apologize to Ms. Nekonome, the one teacher at this school she liked and the only one who seemed even a little sane.

In her rush, she forgot just what sort of dream she’d been having, just what sort of dream had been interrupted. The raw pleasure filtered from her dream into her conscious mind in a dizzying rush. She tried to stand, but her knees had turned to jelly. When she opened her mouth to speak, only a long, low moan escaped.

“Miss Kurono, stop that this instant!” scolded Ms. Nekonome, twin tufts of her hair standing up like ears.

Kurumu, though, couldn’t have stopped herself if she’d tried. Pleasure overwhelmed her. The only vocalizations she could make were full-throated moans of ecstasy – and, as demonstrated by her song when her mother came to visit, Kurumu could belt. The sounds of her orgasm quickly filled the entire classroom, inundating the occupants.

Everyone at Yokai Academy knew that Kurumu’s bosom was mesmerizing. Many knew about her eyes’ power to hypnotize. Few, though – besides Yukari, who’d researched succubi recently – knew about the enchanting power of succubi voices, which could trigger listeners’ sexual response with the application of monster energy. Due to her embarrassment and the intensity of her climax, Kurumu’s monster energy escaped her control to infuse her voice with the ability to drive everyone who heard her absolutely wild.

The boys in the classroom shifted in their seats to relieve the sudden tightness in their pants. Each of them imagined taking the succubus in various positions and locales. Each wanted to be the man who made her moan like they were hearing her do.

The girls in the classroom squeezed their thighs together or rocked back and forth in their seats as they felt their lower areas heat up. Each of them imagined themselves locked in a Sapphic embrace with the succubus, fingers and tongues exploring each other’s yielding flesh. Each wanted to be the woman who made Kurumu wail like they were hearing her do.

Tsukune, who’d tried (and failed) to wake Kurumu before Ms. Nekonome caught her sleeping in class, felt his member stiffen instantly. His mind filled with images and imagined sensations of her in bed with him, fervently making love in a variety of positions. The young man gritted his teeth and fought the rising urge to cum.

Moka gasped as desire filled her. Willing her thoughts away from doing naughty things with her most dangerous rival, Kurumu – things which Moka swore would never, ever happen – she dwelled instead on her memories of making love to Tsukune. Her body readily recalled the sensation of him moving inside her, driving her arousal quickly towards climax. She bit her lip to stifle any noise she might make.

Mizore whispered, “Oh shit,” to herself as her arousal spiked and her panties moistened. Her imagination spawned images of Kurumu carrying her through the air, both of them completely naked. Her breasts seemed swallowed up by Kurumu’s mammoth pair as the ice-woman clung to the succubus for dear life. In an attempt to calm her, the succubus leaned in to kiss Mizore passionately, her tongue invading Mizore’s mouth with abandon. The ice-demon wondered if the real Kurumu could kiss like this, along with how she might go about finding out.

Yukari slumped in her seat, her hips bucking against the air, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her arousal-soaked brain conjured images of Moka and Kurumu suckling her nipples while Tsukune worked his length in and out of her. She covered her mouth with her hand and fought the urge to slide the other down her skirt.

Elsewhere on campus, Ruby was shelving books in the library when she suddenly felt herself becoming aroused. Pink stained her cheeks as she wondered what Yukari might be doing to arouse herself in the middle of the school day: Daydreaming in class, perhaps? That doesn’t sound like the Yukari I know, the witch thought. As the sensation grew stronger, though, Ruby found it harder and harder to form coherent thoughts. The blush spread down her neck.

Back in the classroom, Ms. Nekonome didn’t know what to do. Strange sensations permeated her consciousness and tapped into dormant urges she didn’t know she had. If her eyes weren’t always shut as a matter of course, they’d be squeezing shut now as unfamiliar pleasure washed over her senses. The feline teacher banished all thoughts of doing perverted things with her students, especially the young lady who seemed to be responsible for whatever this was. Fantasies of that bus driver fellow bending her over the desk and hiking up her skirt and yanking down her panties to tease her with a cigar before taking her fully all danced through her mind. Her knees buckled; she dug her claws into the desk for support. The few boys not completely lost in their own fantasies noticed pronounced bumps protruding through the shirt fabric covering their teacher’s ample bosom.

Kurumu uttered one last moan, long and loud, as her orgasm overcame her. Like a wave, her climax washed over the entire classroom, propelling everyone who heard her to his or her respective peak. The boys, including Tsukune, released into their underwear, while the girls moaned or sighed or gasped or shuddered. Moka quivered all over, her head falling into her hands and her toes curling in her shoes. Mizore swore under her breath, a stream of invective that kept up with the intensely-pleasant pulse from her groin. Yukari bounced in her seat and gripped the edges of her desk to prevent herself from flinging herself out of her seat and onto the floor. Ruby, in the library, bit her lip to stifle her moans as she reddened all over, leaning on the rolling ladder for support and hoping that no one walked by her aisle at that moment while simultaneously hoping that someone would walk by. Ms. Nekonome, at the front of the classroom, threw her head back and yowled, her claws digging furrows in the surface of her desk.

While everyone recovered, Kurumu glanced around the room sheepishly. Several boys gave her lascivious smirks or winks. Most of the girls glared. Ms. Nekonome slumped over her desk, spent.

“I am so, so sorry, everyone,” the mortified young succubus managed. Rather than face whatever wrath the teacher might soon deliver, Kurumu stood on her still-wobbly legs and dashed from the classroom.

Unbelievable, she kicked herself as she ran with no particular destination in mind. Not only did I fall asleep in class, which is bad enough; but I dreamed about making love to Tsukune. Worse, such a good dream got interrupted. To top it all off, I just orgasmed in front of the whole class and made them all climax, too.

A tear fell from her cheek, followed soon by several more. I bet they all hate me now. I’ll never be able to show my face in class again. Oh, Tsukune, I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself, but the thought of becoming one with you was just too much.

She sobbed. He probably never wants to see me again after this. Why would he? I’m just a trampy succubus, a big-titted sex demon. All I’m good at is seduction. She snorted. Not even that, since I haven’t been able to seduce the man I love.

Kurumu steered herself into the women’s restroom, ducked into one of the stalls, and slumped against the door. No matter how much she wiped her eyes on her sleeves, her face remained damp with her tears. I didn’t want everyone to see me like that – only Tsukune. I feel like… like the whole school just saw me naked. I feel… violated, and I did it to myself. Her stomach churned, but she managed not to vomit.

All alone, she wept.

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A/N: For those of you who've been following this series and have been awaiting this installment, my apologies for the wait. Several life-events occurred since I finished Mizore's story, erasing both my time and desire to write for long stretches. However, now that I've finally finished this, I'm ready to post. Stay tuned for an update each week until the whole fic is posted. Also, please leave feedback via rating, review, or PM on the forums of this site - I look forward to reading your critique!
PS: For the purposes of this entire series, I'm treating the episode "Bathroom and a Vampire," which canonically happened in Capu2 of the anime, as having happened sometime during season 1 (in keeping with its place in manga continuity, for what it's worth).
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