Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura And The Romantic Sprites ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"SAKURA AND THE ROMANTIC SPRITES"
A Cardcaptor Sakura Lemon
By Bill K.
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Cardcaptor Sakura and all related characters are (c)2002 by CLAMP and
Kodansha, LTD, and are used without permission, but with respect. Story
is (c)2002 by Bill Kropfhauser
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Speci al thanks to the Shoujo-Ai Forum for the inspiration for this story.
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For those only familiar with the English dub:

Sakura Kinomoto=Sakura Avalon
Tomoyo=Madison
Shaoran=Lee
Touya=Tory
Yukito=Julian< br> Rika=Rita
Naoko=Nikki
Chihara=Chelsea
Yamazaki=Zachary
Onii-chan = brother
Oto-san = father
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"I'm home! Sakura called out.

No one responded.

Slightly disappointed, Sakura doffed her shoes, donned her house
slippers and walked to the kitchen. What she found shocked her.

"Kero-chan!" she roared indignantly.

Kero lay on the kitchen counter, his eyes glazed and his stomach
painfully distended. A spoon lay next to him and off to the left was an
empty canister of pre-packaged cake frosting that had been full this
morning. The beast didn't respond so much as groan.

"Kero-chan, how could you?!"

"It's easy," he groaned, holding his stomach. "You just stick the
spoon in and . . ."

"You know what I mean!"

"Have mercy on me, Sakura," Kero wheezed. "I'm already dying."

"That frosting was for the cake I was going to bake for
Shaoran-kun!"

"So why does that brat deserve it over me?"

"And what if Oto-san came home and found you?"

Unable to muster a response, Kero pointed to the blackboard.
Sakura looked. Her father was still away at a seminar and Touya was
listed as having to work that evening. Sakura was assigned to vacuum
the house and study. Underneath, Touya had added "monster practice" to
the list.

"Ooh, that Touya," fumed Sakura. "Some day . . ."

"Carry me upstairs?" Kero whimpered.

"Lay there and suffer!" Sakura scolded him. "Maybe it'll teach
you a lesson."

"Sakuraaaaa!" wailed Kero, but Sakura ignored him.

The vacuuming drowned out Kero's whining. When she finished, he'd
stopped. Grabbing her backpack, Sakura went upstairs to get some
studying in before she fixed herself some supper. Lost in thought, she
didn't notice the noises coming from her room until she was at the door.
Wide-eyed, Sakura pressed to the door and listened.

"It sounds like something is moaning in there," Sakura thought.
"It can't be Kero-chan. He's still downstairs." Feeling her chest
tighten, Sakura summoned her star staff. Swallowing, she reached for
the door and silently eased it open a crack. Taking a breath, she flung
it open.

Her staff raised, Sakura leaped in - - and stared. Her cheeks
rapidly began to color. Lying on her bed were the sprites from The
Light and The Dark cards from her Sakura deck. Their clothes were gone.
Their bodies were intertwined. Light looked up from between Dark's
legs, her lips wet and shiny, and grew very embarrassed.

"Light, dearest, why have you stopped . . ." Dark began, pulling
her head up between Light's legs. "Oh! M-Mistress!"

"Please forgive me!" gasped Sakura, quickly averting her gaze. "I
didn't mean to . . .!" Then she stopped. "Wait a minute! How did you
two even get out of your cards?"

"Forgive us, Mistress," Light said, wafting off of Dark like a
windblown milkweed and alighting on the floor before Sakura on her knees.
"We should have demonstrated more restraint."

"It was solely my idea," Dark confessed, kneeling next to Light.
"I apologize, Mistress, for over-stepping my station." She grimaced.
"It is just that my desire overtook my judgment. It has been so long
since I was able to be with my dearest Light. And for so long I endured
being so close in the deck to her, so close and yet only able to touch
back to front." Dark squared her shoulders. "It does not excuse what
we did, Mistress. But please blame only me."

"It's OK," Sakura said timidly. "You just kind of startled me.
Are you two in love or something?"

"Very much so, Mistress," smiled Light.

"She is the light of my life," added Dark wryly.

"And our desire allowed us to manifest without your command."
Light smiled. "There is a magic other than yours that allows us to
manifest ever so briefly," and she coyly glanced at Dark.

"Well it's all right," Sakura smiled. "The last thing I want to
do is come between two, um, people - - who love each other. Um, just be
careful, huh? Don't do it if Onii-chan or Oto-san are here, OK?"

"As you command, Mistress," bowed Dark.

"We are very grateful for your understanding, Mistress," bowed
Light.

"May we show our gratitude, Mistress?" Dark requested. There was
a twinkle in her eye that was lost on Sakura, but not on Light.

"I guess," Sakura replied, puzzled.

The sprites floated up to her as one. Dark leaned in from the
left, while Light leaned in from the right, and puckered. Their lips
pressed to Sakura's cheeks and the girl colored. It was not a friendly
peck, either. The kisses lingered.

"Mistress, your skin is so soft," Dark whispered, her downy hands
caressing the burning skin of Sakura's cheeks. Dark's touch was like
the cool breeze of night against her skin and Sakura couldn't help but
respond to it. This in itself alarmed her.

"Oh, Mistress, you are so tense," Light purred and her velvety
hands began to massage Sakura's shoulders. "Please do not be so tense.
We are both your devoted servants, Mistress, and would never dream of
harming you." Light's touch was like the sun hitting her bare skin on a
warm, sunny day. Her hands worked magic on Sakura's shoulders and back.
The girl didn't understand what was happening, but she had to confess
that she did like it.

"Mmm, you are very beautiful, Mistress," Dark breathed as she
began lightly kissing Sakura's throat.

"I am?" exhaled Sakura dreamily.

"Release your tensions, Mistress," Light quietly exhorted.
"Release your inhibitions. Let yourself flow with the sensations you
feel."

"But . . ."

"Allow us to carry you to new heights of satisfaction," Dark
murmured, her lips pressing lightly to Sakura's breastbone.

"Stop!" Sakura said sharply, shaking herself from her lusty haze.
Light and Dark both jumped back. They knelt before her and bowed their
heads. Instantly Sakura felt guilty. "I'm sorry for snapping, but I
had to make you understand. I appreciate that you're trying to make me
feel good, but I'm not like that."

Dark smiled at Sakura with the wisdom of an elder.

"Mistress," she said gently, "every girl is 'like that', if only
in the silence and anonymity of her own room."

"The cards see you, Mistress," Light added softly. "They see the
things you do, the places you touch at night when the lights are low and
the sheets are high on your body, and Master Keroberos is asleep."
Sakura blushed beet red.

"It is no sin, Mistress," Dark continued. "It is nothing to be
feared. If none are harmed, pleasure is to be celebrated." Dark took
Sakura's hands in hers and pressed them earnestly together. "Please,
Mistress, let us be your hands tonight. Let us touch what your fingers
touch, caress what they caress. Let us love you as you love yourself."

"You will be most pleased, Mistress," Light added. "Upon our
lives."

Sakura grinned sheepishly. "You don't have to go that far. It's
just that it's so - - different."

"Sometimes different can be better," Dark smirked.

"And sometimes different can give one an appreciation of that
which pleased one initially, an appreciation that will be all the more
intense," Light tacked on.

Sakura looked at them doubtfully. "What do I have to do?"

"Trust us," smiled Light.

"Removing your clothes might help," Dark winked.

Clearly unsure, Sakura began to pull up her blouse. Light glided
in behind her.

"If it please you, Mistress," Light said, kissing her lightly on
the ear as she reached around from behind, "allow me."

Sakura went limp as Light's hands slid the blouse up her torso and
Light's lips slid down her neck. She struggled to suppress a shiver as
the material eased over her head and the air tickled her budding breasts.
She swallowed as she felt Light's lips press to her spine at the base of
her neck. She sucked in air as she felt Dark's hands slide down her
waist to the waistband of her skirt, then ease the garment down her hips
and legs.

"Mistress," Dark cooed with devilish glee, "your panties are so
cute." Sakura blushed again, drawing a smirk of delight from Dark and a
mild look of reproach from Light.

Suddenly Sakura felt herself levitating up into the air.
Startled, she began to thrash until Light's caresses calmed her. The
trio floated over to her bed and landed delicately on the mattress.
Sakura's head and shoulders were nestled in Light's lap while Dark
crouched between her legs.

Dark leaned in and took the waistband of Sakura's panties between
each thumb and forefinger, while Light massaged the girl's temples.
With deliberate care, Dark eased the panties down Sakura's hips. As she
revealed more and more of the soft abdomen, Dark would lean in and
lovingly kiss it.

"Lose yourself, Mistress," Light cooed to her. "Let yourself
float freely on the waves we will inspire within you."

It was becoming harder to catch her breath. Sakura sucked in air,
only to expel it all the more quickly in order to suck in more. She
felt her insides tightening, particularly between her legs, and Dark
hadn't even reached the important areas yet. Was she actually going to
kiss it? What would she feel when Dark's mouth got there? And what
more would Dark do once she got down there?

But it was Light who drew the next response from her. Unnoticed,
her hands had slipped down the girl's shoulders, then kept moving on
down. Her fingers cupped around Sakura's small, soft breasts.

"Oh, the first bloom of womanhood," whispered Light as she softly
caressed the small mounds topped with little rosebud nipples. "So soft
and fresh," she continued, then smiled as a memory returned, "so
suddenly sensitive."

Sakura's two front teeth pressed into her lower lip. Her eyelids
slammed closed. Light's touch was so - - light. It was like the time
that she accidentally passed a sheer nylon scarf over her then topless
form. It was there, it was substantive, yet it was so gossamer sheer
that it almost wasn't.

Then Dark began on her secret place, her newly discovered favorite
spot on her body. Using the same whisper-light touch her sister sprite
used, Dark caressed the lips of her sexuality and the regions around.
Her caresses were slow, leisurely, and ever so torturous. Every muscle
from Sakura's knees to her chest clenched. A low moan escaped from her
throat.

"It's maddening, isn't it Mistress?" cooed Light. "You wish it to
stop and yet you wish it to last for eternity."

"It is torture," Dark added. "It is the exquisite torture." Dark
leaned in and kissed her on her lips.

Sakura's groan hiked up an octave when she felt that. Encouraged,
Dark leaned in again and began lapping. Sakura's eyes popped open, then
rapidly clamped shut again. She'd only felt what it was like to be
caressed with fingers before. Now a cool wet tongue caressed her,
alternating short strokes with long, fast with slow. It was so
different - - so intense - - so better.

Suddenly Sakura needed to do something with her hands. She jabbed
them up above her head, latching onto the sides of Light's hips. Light
continued to stroke her Mistress's nipples. Sakura thrashed her head
back and forth in Light's lap. It was too much. It was too far too
soon. She was afraid, afraid she couldn't take anymore, afraid it would
be too much for her, afraid she would lose herself in the swirling
whirlpool her passions were at that point. She wanted to scream, but
she forgot how.

"Do not fight the sensations, Mistress," whispered Light. "Do not
resist. Feel the sensations. Ride them. Let them carry you away. Do
not be afraid."

Dark only smiled. Then she penetrated with her fingers.

Her eyes ripping open, Sakura let out a strangled grunt. She
tried to breathe again, but her diaphragm was paralyzed. She gasped for
air for several seconds before her ribs released and took some in. Oh
what she'd missed, just because she'd been too timid to go that final
step. She'd thought about probing inside on those nights she'd gotten
the urge to investigate her secret place, but had never done it. Oh,
what you've missed, timid little . . . ummmm . . .

Right - - Sakura.

"Dark, you are so mischievous," Light said reproachfully.

"I do not hear the Mistress complaining," Dark replied.

Light left the breasts and began running her fingertips up and
down Sakura's sternum. Sakura's brain jumped from her groin to that.
It was different than when her breasts were massaged. It was so
delicate. The sensation seemed to taunt her. With her eyes still
closed, Sakura didn't see Light lean in. She pressed her mouth to
Sakura's and the girl arched up to meet her, taking the opportunity to
moan into Light's mouth. It was a sweet release and she did it again
and again, only quieting when Light's tongue began caressing hers. Her
hands came up and caught Light around the back of the neck, holding the
sprite in place as they kissed passionately.

With devilish glee, Dark moved her tongue up to her Mistress's
clitoris. She touched it, quickly jabbing it with the tip of her
tongue, and Sakura squealed into Light's mouth. Their lips parted at
last and the girl continued to moan. She was unconscious of doing it.
She was unconscious of anything except the pleasurable sensations that
had taken possession of her body.

Sakura's hips began to twitch. Dark steadied them with her hands
and continued to worry the girl, intentionally grazing the clitoris from
time to time, then moving back to other areas. Sakura felt like she had
a temperature of a thousand degrees. She moaned. She groaned. She
tried to thrash and failed. She tried to escape and was thwarted. She
begged. She cried. And through it all, Light continued to caress her
upper torso while Dark continued to lap at her lower regions. Finally
it was all too much for her. A warm gusher, like a friendly ocean wave,
washed over her and Sakura emitted a sound that was a strange cross
between a strangled gasp and a deep moan from the depths of her chest.

Her lovers sat up on the bed. Light continued to cradle Sakura in
her lap as the girl curled up into a fetal ball, gasping hard and trying
to smother the throb between her legs so it couldn't escape. Light
gently stroked the girl's hair, content to allow Sakura to float back to
earth from her crest.

"Did we please you, Mistress?" Dark asked.

"Yes," gasped Sakura, her face still sweaty and her eyes still
closed. "Thank you. You can go now."

"We are happy to serve, Mistress," Light said and softly kissed
Sakura on the cheek. They could see the smile on her face.

"Thank you for allowing us to please you, Mistress," said Dark,
kissing her in the same place.

The two sprites joined hands, kissed each other warmly, and flew
back into the book. Sakura remained curled up on the bed, feeling her
heart pounding in her chest, wondering if she dared attempt such a
summit again.

She didn't know for sure, but she was eager to try - - later.
* * * *
As she skated to school, Sakura made herself promise that she
wouldn't tell anyone what had happened, especially Tomoyo. There was
really no way she could tell anyone else but Yue, Kero, Li or Tomoyo
anyway and the prospect of any of them knowing what had happened struck
the young girl as the pinnacle of embarrassment.

"Good morning, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo said, smiling that warm,
sincere, genuine smile that made her so cute and so endearing a friend.

And before Sakura realized it, everything that happened came
tumbling out of her mouth. It was like her tongue had suddenly declared
independence from her. Tomoyo listened intently, her expression
mirroring growing shock. But Sakura couldn't seem to stop until the
story was finished.

"Oh my goodness, Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo gasped in horror, her hands
covering her mouth. "That's - - that's terrible! Oh my goodness, how
could something like this happen! It's so unfair!"

"T-Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said, trying to minimize things, "it
wasn't that bad. I-I kind of liked a lot of it."

"Oh, it's a disaster!" moaned Tomoyo, heartbroken. "Sakura-chan's
first orgasm - - and I DIDN'T GET TO FILM IT!"

"HOOO-EEEEEEE!" groaned Sakura, losing her balance and crashing
from her skates.

END