Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Legacy ❯ Chapter 54

The wedding party arrived back at the Otohime house to find that a large spread had been set up, the main room converted to a communal dining room, and the rest of the Otohime siblings had returned. On the table was a mountain of food, mostly sea food, and there were bottles of sake and pitchers of fruit juice in abundance. Shinobu's eyes darted around the table, identifying the food. Realizing what she was seeing, she found herself smiling.

 

“Let's eat,” Mutsumi said happily, guiding Keitaro and Naru to the seats at the head of the table. Settling in, the rest of the party found seats, and fell to eating. All the girls were thinking the same thing: they would need the energy later. As the group ate, Keitaro kept feeling his two new brides fondling him under the edge of the table. Both Naru and Mutsumi took turns feeding him oysters, puff fish, banana slices, caviar and ginger-seasoned figs, along with filling his glass with sake regularly.

 

For their parts, the girls were feeding as well, though only a few of them were taking advantage of the sake. Kitsune, Konoka and Granny Hina were the only ones who were drinking sake all the time, though Motoko had a small cup of rice wine between courses. All the girls, however, were watching Keitaro with hungry, hungry expressions. It didn't take the group long to devour the food.

 

“We'll take care of the cleanup,” smiled Natsumi, eyes glittering playfully. “Why don't you newly-weds relax in your room?” suggested the woman.

 

“Yes, that's a great idea!” agreed Naru, leaping to her feet. “Come on,” she urged Mutsumi and Keitaro. If I don't get fucked soon, I'll snap! thought the brunette desperately. Mutsumi rose as well, the two pulling Keitaro up from the table. As they did so, his arousal was very obvious to the other girls. Grinning, the two brides hustled him off toward their room. As they did, Naru glanced back at the group of girls staring after them. Giving them a warm smile and a wink, she and her wife disappeared into the room the group had been given for the night.

 

“I'll help you clear the table,” Shinobu offered.

 

“Not a chance, sweetie,” denied Natsumi immediately. “You have better things to be doing,” hinted the matriarch of the family. Shinobu blinked.

 

“But, it's their wedding night,” she murmured back quietly. Her tone was a little wistful.

 

“Yes,” agreed Natsumi, “but that's why you should share in their happiness.” Shinobu blinked. “What better way could there be to show them your love and support for their union than affirming your commitment to support their love? You do love them, don't you Shinobu?” murmured Natsumi, giving the small domestic a gentle push toward the room. A soft sound came from her throat as she dashed off. The mother of the house smiled as she heard the sisters scramble to their feet and dash after Shinobu. Glancing at the rest of the party, she found that Kanako was already gone, but that Kitsune and Haruka were still at the table - along with a sleeping Su.

 

“Ah, youth,” Granny Hina said, shaking her head.

 

“Not going to join in the celebration, you two?” asked misses Otohime of the two left at the table.

 

“In a minute,” Kitsune said, carefully lifting the sleeping Molmolian princess. “Ugh,” she grunted softly, “Su's put on some weight,” noted the fox.

 

“That's not all,” Haruka said, moving to help her with the soundly-sleeping girl, “she's put on nearly six centimeters of height as well.”

 

“Yeah, I noticed she was growing,” Kitsune mused. “She's gotten bigger in the chest and hips, too. Think it's some sort of delayed growing spurt?”

 

“Could be,” Haruka allowed. “You remember how she looked transformed, right?” Kitsune nodded. “She's almost there now,” murmured Haruka. Kitsune's lips pursed thoughtfully.

 

“You're right,” she realized. Haruka guided them toward the room the group shared. “Um, do you think it's a good idea to put her in our room? Considering…” she said as the group neared the door. Haruka's lips twitched as she heard the sounds from inside the room.

 

“She'll sleep right through it,” Haruka said. And if not, well, she's marrying us, the woman added silently. Reaching the door, Kitsune slid it open. Seeing what was going on, she swallowed a mouthful of drool.

 

“They aren't wasting any time,” breathed the fox, her breath quickening. Haruka nodded, shifting Su in her arms. “I'll take it from here, if you…” she began, only to find that Kitsune was three steps into the room, her flimsy robe lofting toward the messy pile of discarded robes. Haruka chuckled softly as she navigated Su over to a safe corner and tucked her in. Looking around, she realized that Nyamo wasn't with the group. Where did she go? wondered Haruka, easing back.

 

Her attention was diverted by the soft sighs and moans filling the room. Looking back to the center of the room, Haruka forgot about the tanned wild girl. Unconsciously, she removed her own thin, short robe, dropping it to pool around her ankles as she licked her lips. Easing closer to the action, she absently made a note to talk to the girls about an issue that would clearly need to be addressed.

 

The center of the action - predictably - was Keitaro and his two new wives. The young man was sitting up, legs straight out before him, hugging Mutsumi's curvy form from the side, the two making out as Keitaro massaged her full, heavy breasts. Between his legs, Naru was laying on her stomach, sucking his dick greedily. The girl's knees were bent, ankles crossed, as if she were reading a book or study guide, though the slurps and sucking sounds belied that impression. Haruka noticed that the arm that was around Mutsumi curved down; and from the way the turtle girl was squirming and wiggling, his fingers were likely buried in the girl's pussy.

 

The childhood friends were not the only ones getting some Keitaro action, either. On the other side, Shinobu was pressed tight to him, his other hand disappearing between her legs, the panting and moaning of the young girl telling her that she was enjoying his attention. Haruka's foot brushed against something warm and soft, reminding her that she needed to pay attention to where she was going.

 

At her feet, she found Motoko securely held by Kanako, the two kissing. From the body language, it was clear that Kanako was leading things, and Motoko was following her lead. I always thought that Kanako liked Motoko, Haru mused, smiling. From the way that Kanako was Frenching the other girl while groping one of the swordmaiden's breast, it was clear that it was a bit more than `like'. Motoko was making soft sounds in her throat as she slowly collapsed back onto the tatami mats, Kanako moving with her so she ended up laying on top of the tall, strong warrior. With her prey secured, Kanako's hand slithered down Motoko's belly to dip between Motoko's thighs.

 

“Ah!” gasped Motoko, breaking the kiss. The younger sister was flushed and panting softly.

 

“Shh,” soothed Kanako before sealing her lips to Motoko's again. Her wrist twisted, and Motoko's entire toned body jerked beneath Kanako's pale form. Haruka smiled a little as Motoko's arms circled Kanako's body, hugging the girl tight. Kanako hummed softly, her leg slipping between Motoko's leg, her slim thigh rubbing the insides of Motoko's thighs, just above the source of the wet squishing sounds emanating from the pair.

 

“Haru,” purred a soft voice in her ear, a pair of arms sliding around her waist. Tsuruko, Haruka identified the voice. Turning her head toward her formal rival, she found herself kissing the older sister. Tsuruko's kiss was soft, warm, and yet unhurried. It was, she reflected, very different from Kanako's intense kiss. Using an arm, she turned herself and Tsuruko so they were hugging each other face to face. She could feel that Tsuruko was as naked as the rest of them. I wonder if my nipples feel as hard as her nipples feel? wondered Haruka fleetingly.

 

“I didn't know you were this way,” Haru whispered in Tsuruko's ear when the kiss ended.

 

“Me, either,” admitted Tsuruko, her hands rubbing Haruka's back before sliding down to squeeze the other woman's ass cheeks, “but considering the situation…” she left the rest unsaid. Haruka hummed softly as she kissed Tsuruko's neck.

 

“Just be careful,” she requested, feeling one of the other woman's strong hands slide around her hip before dipping toward her soaked groin.

 

“I will be,” promised Tsuruko, delicately tracing Haruka's slippery entrance before carefully easing a finger into the soaked passage. The concubine smiled as she felt Haruka's hand mirror her actions. She shifted her feet wider apart to give Haruka more access, even as the two shifted to find an open spot on the floor near to Motoko and Kanako.

 

Watching this, Kitsune - from her place not far from Shinobu - recalled her own interlude with the elder sister. She was also feeling left out, since everyone seemed to have someone except her. Of all the times for Su to be out of energy, she thought, two fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy while her other hand desperately working her nipples. It didn't help her any that she could hear the soft sounds Shinobu was making; and feel the warmth from the other girl.

 

“Mph!” gasped Naru around her Keitaro steak treat. Keitaro growled softly through his kisses with Mutsumi as he blew a load in her mouth. Eagerly, Naru gulped down the thick, potent cum as quickly as she could. It tastes so good! thought the girl happily. Keitaro can fill me with this any way he wants, she thought, coughing slightly as a bit of the white cream got in the wrong pipe. Pussy, mouth, ass - as long as it's his!

 

“Na-chan,” giggled Mutsumi, pulling Naru's head up off Keitaro's dick, his last two spurts splattering across her face, one making a line from under her left eye to just above her right eyebrow and the second leaving a dripping line of heavy cum across her mouth and nose. “If you cough like that, you'll waste it,” Mutsumi breathed, pulling Naru to her for a kiss. Breaking the kiss, Mutsumi licked her lips before collecting some of the cum from Naru's face with her tongue. Smiling, she kissed Naru again.

 

Naru scrambled on her knees, wrapping an arm around Mutsumi and the other around Keitaro as she shuffled closer. Keitaro's dick remained hard, jutting up from between his legs. Naru wiggled up, straddling his legs, as Mutsumi used one of her hands to guide his dick to Naru's opening. Sighing happily, Naru impaled herself on the hard length. Without pause, she began to ride Keitaro. “Kei-kun,” panted the former abusive girlfriend, “oh, Kami, Kei-kun, so good!”

 

Shinobu wasn't sure if it was as good as Naru seemed to think, since the shift of the brunette had forced her away from Keitaro's side. His fingers were still stroking her dripping sex, but it wasn't the same as feeling his skin warm against her own. As Naru rode him harder, his hand withdrew from her sex, making her whimper. Keitaro, she thought longingly.

 

“It's ok, Shinobu-chan,” a voice whispered in her ear, arms circling her slim form as fingers found and began to tease her nipples. “We can keep each other company until Keitaro is ready for us,” the voice promised as she was drawn backward to lay on the floor, a warm, soft body hugging her tight. She hadn't even fully settled before one of the hands that had been working her tits teasingly meandered down her stomach, past her bellybutton, and dove between her thighs.

 

“K…Kitsune-sempai?” breathed Shinobu, feeling a deliciously capable - yet empathically gentle - touch on her sex. A soft, wordless hum was her answer, a slim finger easing into her warmed-up passage as Kitsune's lips found her own. Responding automatically to the kiss, Shinobu felt Kitsune's tongue slip into her mouth to meet her own.

 

Man, I can't believe how sweet Shinobu tastes! marveled the older girl, deepening the kiss with the young woman. I should have kissed her years ago, jail bait or not! Kitsune shifted so she was half-on Shinobu, her large breasts rubbing against Shinobu's chest. Her skin is so soft, Kitsune silently sighed. Breaking the kiss, Kitsune licked, sucked and gently bit her way down Shinobu's neck to her modest breasts. For a bit, she just licked Shinobu's firm tributes to her gender, loving the wiggling and gasping of the girl as she orally raped her entire chest.

 

Deciding that enough was enough, Kitsune latched onto the hard nipple, suckling greedily. Beneath her, Shinobu's entire body trembled. “Kitsune-sempai!” squeaked Shinobu, her arms instinctively wrapping around the fox's head. Kitsune smiled around her mouthful of nipple, feeling the young domestic's thighs spread wider. In reward, Kitsune tenderly worked a third finger into her tight, leaking sex, knowing that Keitaro's dick was thicker so Shinobu was sure to be able to handle it just fine.

 

Switching nipples, Kitsune pushed her fingers deep into Shinobu's tight passage, her fingertips just brushing the smaller girl's cervix. Flipping the captive nipple with her tongue while delicately using her teeth to trap the swollen areola, Kitsune playfully wiggled her three fingers, tickling Shinobu's cervix and the upper reaches of her pussy. Under her, the small, sexy girl's entire body spasmed, her arms clenching tight around Kitsune's head, stuffing the majority of the breast the fox had been feeding on into the surprised woman's mouth. “Ah!” Shinobu cried out, cumming hard and long.

 

“S…Shinobu-chan,” mumbled Motoko, hearing the scream from Shinobu. Weakly, she tried to move to check on the small girl.

 

“She's fine,” insisted Kanako, raising her head briefly as she pinned Motoko back down with her arm, “that wasn't a cry for help, you know,” she breathed hotly. “Not like Kitsune will hurt our Shinobu-chan, either,” added Kanako before lowering her head back down to Motoko's sweaty chest, once more fastening her lips to the turgid nipple of the wife. Humming softly in her throat, Kanako resumed her assault on Motoko. Motoko groaned softly, feeling Kanako latch back onto her breast. Is this what breast feeding will feel like? wondered the dazed younger sister.

 

Kanako was not just using Motoko's breasts, however. Her free arm was wrapped around Motoko's hip, her hand stroking the Shinmei-ryu maiden's wet slit from behind. She had lifted Motoko's thigh and hooked it over her own hip to give herself plenty of working room. As she switched nipples, Kanako felt Motoko's hands combing through her short hair and stroking her shoulders and neck. Smiling, Kanako wiggled two fingers into the taller woman's sex, enjoying the small spurt of Motoko juice that squirted out as the warm, slick folds engulfed her fingers. She's plenty wet, no mistake about that, noted Kanako.

 

Pumping deeper into Motoko's sex, she used her thumb - liberally coated in slick girl-cum from her captive - to rub, flick and press the firm, erect clit at the top of Motoko's slit, setting off almost-violent movements in the girl. Kanako tightened her grip on Motoko slightly as she lifted her lips from the hard nipple, sucking as she did so the breast stretched slightly before popping free to jiggle briefly. “You have such nice breasts, Mo-chan, it's a crime to bind them,” whispered Kanako in Motoko's ear before kissing the dazed girl deeply.

 

Though Motoko was in no shape to think rationally just then, some deep, primal part of her mind demanded that she do something to resist Kanako's control of events. Such irrelevant questions as `why' were never even considered. All she knew was she needed to do something. So, she did. Two strong hands ran down Kanako's back to seize Kanako's tight, toned ass cheeks. Pulling hard on her handgrips, Motoko pulled Kanako tight to her, pinning her hand between their pubic bones.

 

The younger Urashima smiled a predatory smile. So, she can't help herself, hmm? thought the girl. Easily, Kanako slipped free of the older girl's grasp. Before Motoko could react, Kanako flipped around, grabbed Motoko's knees and bent them to the sides, which both spread her thighs wide and raised her hips. Kanako lowered her lips to Motoko's exposed, helpless pussy, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and diving into Motoko's hole.

 

Motoko sucked in a harsh breath, feeling Kanako's slightly-rough tongue invade her sensitive sex. She tried to move her thighs, but couldn't because Kanako had them pinned. There was, Motoko hazily realized, nothing she could do to protect her pussy from Kanako's oral assault. Feeling warmth radiating from skin close to her face and throat, she found herself looking at Kanako's hips and thighs. Motoko swallowed a mouthful of drool as she smiled hungrily. Well, fair's fair, after all, rationalized Motoko, grabbing Kanako's hips and pulling down, raising her head to lick Kanako's sex from clit to base before plunging her tongue into the tight, hot, passage of the younger girl.

 

A wordless sound of surprised pleasure came from Kanako as she felt Motoko grab her hips and begin to eat her. Tucking her lower back a little, Kanako aligned her pussy with Motoko's mouth better as she focused back on the treat before her. Licking Motoko's copious girl-cum off her puffy vaginal lips, Kanako smacked her lips. She tastes as good as she looks, thought the hand-fighter happily. Her own belly was warm and tingly as her own orgasm built, and from the way that Motoko was acting, they were more or less in synch. Sucking Motoko's clit with her lips, Kanako eased a hand up from underneath, fingers dexterously spreading the outer lips before two stabbed into the soft pink tunnel, causing more girl-juice to flow out. Kanako began to rub the inner walls of her partner's tunnel.

 

Motoko was panting harshly, teetering on the edge of cumming, as she felt Kanako violate her passage again. Kami, I never thought it could feel this way…! she thought hazily, doing her best to mimic what Kanako was doing. Pushing firmly, she worked two of her fingers into the incredibly tight pussy she had been eating. She's so tight… the girl noted absently, beginning to twist her fingers back and forth as she pumped them in and out. Her panting breaths washed over Kanako's volcano-hot sex, unintentionally stimulating the younger woman more. Just a little bit more, Motoko tried to focus.

 

Kanako lifted her face from Motoko's sex, licking up the errant traces of Motoko-cum on her lips. She knew she was close to cumming. And Motoko panting on her pussy wasn't helping her any. Ok, let's escalate things a little, decided Kanako. Spreading her fingers inside Motoko, she smirked as a spurt of hot, slick cum welled up from Motoko's passage. Quickly, Kanako used her fingers to push it back, coating the tight bud of the taller girl's anus with the slippery fluid. Turning her hand, she slipped two fingers back into Motoko's core, her thumb finding the erect clit. Rubbing and pumping, Kanako waited a few hurried heartbeats before using her pinky to rub Motoko's rear door.

 

“Oh!” gasped Motoko. Before the straight-laced woman could say anything, Kanako gently blew over her steaming sex, from clit to ass. The wordless shriek Motoko gave off triggered her own release, the two sharing an intense, deep, bone-melting orgasm that left them both dazed and breathless.

 

Naru struggled to keep pumping herself up and down on Keitaro's perfect tool, but her strength was failing as she wavered on the very edge of a massive orgasm. Hearing Motoko scream, her head lolled to the side, seeing Motoko under Kanako's form in the dim room. That looks fun, what was left of her intelligence noted. Though she had never really thought about it until she was in therapy, she had always thought that the girls at the Hinata were special, and as a general rule, they were somewhere between cute and sexy. Now, however, she knew that she had been attracted to Motoko in a much deeper way than just as a housemate. Forcing herself to look forward again - the better to kiss Mutsumi - she spotted Shinobu cuddled up with Kitsune. And Shinobu-chan is positively delicious! she thought.

 

Further thought was disrupted by Mutsumi's soft lips against her lips, and Keitaro's lips seizing a nipple. So nice, Naru could barely form the thought, the chain-reaction of her release beginning in her pussy. Keitaro grunted, jerking his hips up hard, driving himself deep into her as he filled her with his cum. Feeling the extra penetration followed by the hot, thick spurt of potent Keitaro cum flooding into her twitching sex, Naru came. “Yes!” she hoarse yelled, trembling in the shared embrace of Keitaro and Mutsumi.

 

“Our Na-chan is enjoying herself,” Mutsumi giggled softly, kissing the senseless girl before turning her head to kiss Keitaro.

 

She's not the only one, thought Haruka, sighing softly. She knew - better than most - how Naru must be feeling. Keitaro can do a number on a girl, that's for sure, she thought smugly, a hand caressing her expanding belly. A second hand joined her hand, gently rubbing the growing bulge. Soft lips pressed a kiss to the side of Haruka's neck. Haruka craned her neck to give the kisser more skin to work with even as she used her other hand to reach across and gently squeeze a large, firm tit.

 

A soft hiss from her partner made a slight frown touch her lips. Carefully, she massaged the mound in her hand. Against her neck, she felt a silent hiss. “Tender?” she whispered to Tsuruko. Silently, the woman nodded. Haruka used the pad of her index finger to swirl the nipple. “Are they swollen?” she murmured softly, turning to rub her cheek against Tsuruko's cheek.

 

“Some,” came the nearly-unheard reply. Haruka hummed, her mind busy. Turning a little more onto her side, she grinned at Tsuruko.

 

“Well,” purred Haruka, dipping her head. Her lips fastened onto a hard nipple, Haruka beginning to ever so tenderly suckle.

 

“Mph!” gasped Tsuruko, her arm wrapping around Haruka's head, the better to hold it in place. As she sucked on Tsuruko's swollen nipple, Haruka worked her hand down the tight belly of her formal rival, pausing to play with the neatly-trimmed patch of hair above the older sister's sex for a moment before worming her hand between Tsuruko's thighs. She smiled around her pacifier when she felt how hot and wet it was down there.

 

Sensitive fingertips found a hard nub sticking up, and immediately rubbed it, making the long-haired woman shiver. Switching nipples, Haruka spread open Tsuruko's pussy lips with two fingers, allowing her middle finger unimpeded entry. Wow, she's pretty tight, Haruka discovered. Probably all that training all the time, though I don't think it would make this tighter, she mused briefly before discarding the thought. A strong hand carefully forced her head away from the full breast she had been orally worshipping and up to meet a hot, wet kiss.

 

As she tongue-wrestled with Tsuruko, Haruka slid a second finger into Tsuruko's tight sheath. Feeling fingers at her own sex, she spread her thighs wider, grinning into the kiss. A soft moan came from her throat as two fingers slipped easily into her own dripping sex. That feels pretty good, though I wish it were Keitaro's big, hard dick in me, thought the older Urashima lasciviously. Once more, a strong hand took a firm grip on her hair, pulling her head back as Tsuruko broke the kiss.

 

A series of light, soft kisses trailed from Haruka's lips, across her cheek and jaw, down her neck, and finally onto her chest. Biting back a moan, Haruka felt Tsuruko latch onto her super-sensitive nipple, the other woman determinedly sucking as if she wanted to nurse. Come to think of it, she might get some, Haruka thought, panting. A third finger pushed into Tsuruko's pussy as her thumb rubbed the clit of the sword-user vigorously.

 

“You…should take a…pregnancy test, Tsu-chan,” whispered Haruka against Tsuruko's silky-fine, soft hair, “I think Kei-kun has knocked you up.” The sucking on her nipple froze, as did the fingers in her own pussy. And right about now… Haruka smugly predicted, feeling a tremor begin in Tsuruko's hips, spreading to her entire body. Sometimes, it wasn't what you did that could make someone cum, Haruka thought.

 

Of course, she realized a moment later, that doesn't help me much. Tsuruko was hugging her tightly, still panting softly and slick with sweat. “I pray he has,” confided Tsuruko, lips touching Haruka's breast. “Even the thought of him doing so…” the woman trailed off, her head shaking.

 

“Yeah, I know,” agreed Haruka, petting Tsuruko's head. Her hand met Tsuruko's hand on her belly. “It's that way for me, too,” she admitted.

 

Moments later, Tsuruko released her, shifting slightly as she lifted Haruka's leg over her own, laying on her side beside Haruka. “Now, let me repay that favor,” murmured Tsuruko, both her hands moving to Haruka's sex. Before the cousin could react, three fingers were plunging in and out of her sex, two more were having their way with her clit, and a pinky was teasing her back door. “Keitaro must have used every orifice you have,” Tsuruko suggested lewdly, licking Haruka's ear as she whispered in it, “sticking his cock in pussy, ramming it into your ass, stuffing your throat with his magnificent sword. You were begging him to, weren't you, you horny slut?” accused the concubine.

 

Haruka could picture everything Tsuruko was saying in her mind. Those images were proving to be more arousing that she had anticipated, her growing orgasm accelerating geometrically. “You'd do anything he wanted to do, wouldn't you? Just to have him fuck you like the cum-hungry bitch in heat you are. Am I wrong?” purred Tsuruko. “I bet you can't wait to have him fill your womb with another kid,” suggested Tsuruko. “His thick, strong man-cum flooding your womb, fertilizing your ovum…makes you hot, doesn't it?”

 

Softly, Haruka mewed as her breath caught. Holding Haruka, Tsuruko felt her pussy clamp down tight on the four fingers she had been fucking Haruka with, so tight that it hurt her fingers. “You'll love every minute he's taking you, begging for more and happily sharing him with your co-wives,” Tsuruko whispered before biting Haruka's earlobe firmly, though not hard enough to draw blood or leave any lasting bruises. Haruka jerked hard, and if Tsuruko hadn't prudently tugged her fingers out of the other woman's passage they might well have been injured.

 

“My goodness,” breathed Mutsumi, watching Haruka and Tsuruko as she was slowly, steadily fucked by Keitaro. She was squatting in front of her husband, facing forward, Keitaro pumping his hips up into her as he stroked Naru's barely-conscious form as she rested against his side. The turtle priestess was almost ready to cum, one hand balancing herself while the other massaged her tits, occasionally reaching down to tickle her clit.

 

Beside the trio, Kitsune was stretched out on her back, Shinobu laying on top of her, a wide, happy smile on her face. Well, it isn't Keitaro, but damn if this doesn't feel great! she thought, stroking Shinobu's head as the small girl slowly, steadily sucked on her nipples, a small hand working her free nipple. Kitsune's tits had always been sensitive and loved attention, and now - with how thorough and gentle Shinobu was being - they were nearly as stimulating as her clit. She could feel Shinobu's drool coating both her breasts and her chest, but it only made her feel better.

 

Idly, Kitsune spread her legs wide before loosely wrapping them around Shinobu's slim hips. Looking down, she saw Shinobu looking up at her, her mouth still full of nipple. A tingle of excitement swept through her at that sight. Kitsune bent her back and strained her neck, moving her face close enough to Shinobu to kiss her when she released the nipple. Kitsune was ever-so-slightly worried that she would become as addicted to Shinobu's sweet lips as she was to sake and gambling. Her hands combed through Shinobu's soft indigo hair, down her neck to rest on her soft shoulders.

 

Breaking the kiss, Shinobu was breathing fast. Small hands slid over Kitsune's wet mounds as Shinobu wiggled down along Kitsune's chest. Blinking in surprise, Kitsune relaxed her legs, wondering where Shinobu was going. Must have to use the bathroom, she considered. Shinobu, however, stopped when she was kneeling between Kitsune's wide-open thighs. “I…I'm not very good, but I'll try my best,” she whispered softly to her sempai.

 

Good at what? wondered Kitsune, confused. She couldn't mean… that thought was shattered as she felt those soft, sweet lips meet her soaked pussy. “S…Shinobu-chan!” gulped Kitsune. You don't have to do that if…oh!...that feels…mm, her thoughts vanished as lips and fingers worked on her sex.

 

Clearly, Kitsune thought with what fragments of her rational mind were functioning, Shinobu isn't experienced. Her pace, rhythm, technique and pressure were all out of synch, and she obviously lacked detailed knowledge of how to properly bring another woman to orgasm. Not that I think that Shinobu has a lot of experience bringing anyone to orgasm, Kitsune mused. But Kami! What raw talent! Even doing everything wrong, it was fueling Kitsune's orgasm like a fire hose. How can it possibly be so good when its done so badly? the fox marveled.

 

The answer to that occurred to her just as her vision went white and she screamed out her release. Shinobu found her face covered in girl-cum as Kitsune bucked hard and strong against her face. Licking her lips, Shinobu decided that while Kitsune didn't taste as good as Keitaro did, she didn't mind the somewhat strong flavor - every once in a while - if it made Kitsune feel as good as she had made her feel.

 

Floating through heaven, Kitsune felt a bit like Buda as she solved the riddle. It wasn't the skill. Nor was it the gender. Shinobu had gotten her off in record time with atrocious technique because her emotions were so strong and clear to Kitsune. Shinobu wanted Kitsune to feel good, she loved Kitsune, and that was more powerful than any skill or technique someone else might have had. Through her warm daze, she felt a familiar slim form slowly crawl back into her arms. Smiling languidly, Kitsune wrapped up her Shinobu, kissing the girl deeply as she drifted off to sleep.

 

Mutsumi felt Keitaro steady her as his limp dick slipped free of her overflowing pussy, the young man guiding her back to cuddle against his chest, opposite Naru, who was asleep. Turning her head, she kissed him. “Thank you, Kei-kun,” she murmured. Keitaro made some sound that might have been meant to be an answer, but Mutsumi was busy with Naru, kissing the unconscious girl. “Will you do us again in the morning, lover?” Mutsumi asked. Hearing a soft snore, she giggled tiredly, covering her mouth as she tucked her head against his shoulder. “Well, plenty of time,” she murmured before falling asleep. The room was thick with the smell of sex and sea breezes when Natsumi and Granny Hina came to check on the group. Smiling fondly, the two covered up the sleeping couples. Curled up with the soundly-sleeping Su, Nyamo gave the two a smile as they covered her with a light blanket.