Kyon dragged his tongue along the side of her oh-so-beautiful neck past her jawline, and began gently gnawing on her earlobe. Everything about her just drove him crazy; her taste, her smell, all of the little noises that she made. He pulled slightly out of her tender passage and shivered as she squeaked in response. He could do this forever.
He gently slid his hand around from its position on her lower back to caress the lovely vision that was Mikuru's breast. His hand made its way all across the delicate flesh, memorizing every last detail before until it reached the "summit", Mikuru's nipple. He traced the delicate nub with his index finger, coming tantalizingly close but never quite making contact. After what felt like hours of her whimpering in his ear, he ran his fingers across her nipple and gave it a little squeeze.
She started let out a moan, and he swiftly captured her mouth with his own. He couldn't risk going off quite yet. He caressed her tongue with his own and her tongue responded in kind. They gently dueled for sovereign reign over the domain of Mikuru's mouth, while Kyon's hand was busy launching an aerial assault on Mt. Areola. Her squirming finally became too much for him and he was forced to pull out even further, but Mikuru gently pressed down against his back.
Kyon temporarily retreated from the oral front and looked at her questioningly, and she responded with a gaze of pure need. "Please Kyon, I... I... need you in, i-inside m-me. Please, Kyon, just please... please fuck me!" She cried out just as loud as she could muster.
Before he knew it, he had plunged his cock all the way into her warm inviting passage. He just couldn't resist anything that mind-blisteringly cute. He tried to slow down, to restrain himself, but his body was beyond his control at this point. He was fueled by pure instinct, and judging by the way Mikuru was matching his thrusts, so was she. They reveled in their mutual fiery passion until they ignited in a supernova of sensation. He laid there riding the waves of ecstasy for what could have been millennia.
As the euphoria ceased, Kyon found his face buried in Mikuru’s generous cleavage. He simply smiled and nuzzled into them a bit, content as a man could ever get.
He should have known it couldn’t last.
“That was great! So convincing, so full of passion, I could practically feel the heat from here! These videos will sell like hotcakes! Emphasis on the hot, if you know what I mean.”
Kyon’s eyes snapped open. Not today.
Anyway, do you think you could off of her now? I want to get some post-coitus shots. These’ll drive the boys wild!”
Kyon slowly rose to his feet. Haruhi stood before him, video camera in hand.
“Good job! It’s almost enough to make me forgive you for fucking her while I was out. Almost. You’re not off the hook that easily! For a punishment, what do you say we get some three-way shots with Yuki? We’ll make a fortune off of this! Then, we can expand the reach of the SOS Brigade all across the world! Nothing that dares to call itself strange or unusual will be able to escape our grasp! It… will…. be…”
Haruhi then did the unthinkable: she stopped talking. The aura of rage emanating from Kyon’s scarcely clothed form was practically visible, and for the first time in a long time Haruhi wondered if she might have gone too far.
Kyon was almost going to explode. To think that Haruhi would… when… they were… God! This was too much. There was no way that she was getting away with this. God or not, he had the power to make reality his bitch, and she was about to feel the full force of that power. As his testosterone levels spiked, his cock sprang up yet again. Kyon smirked grimly as he saw the beginnings of a frown cross Haruhi’s face. It was time for dessert.
Tue Dec 07 02:56:33 2010