[Black Tokyo] Home Alone
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				Title: <strong>[Black Tokyo] Home Alone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 22:31:09</strong>
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				Hikari emerges from the bathroom clad in a slightly oversized t-shirt--it comes about a third of the way down her thighs--and nothing else, her hair still soaked down in stringy strands and skin slightly dewy from the shower.&nbsp; And had she ever needed it!&nbsp; Her days have become awfully exciting lately, when you consider that even a 'slow' day now consists of winding up half-naked in a public park and conversing with curious demons.&nbsp; That sort of active lifestyle builds up a bit more sweat and grime than she cares for, though, so it's a massive relief to finally wash herself clean; in a sense, spraying away the dirt is her way of declaring the day officially over and putting herself at rest.<br><br>The small house she normally shares with her mother is quiet, as the matron of the home is out for the evening.&nbsp; For once, the drone of the television can't be heard in the background, as the lack of classes gave her plenty of time to catch her favorite cartoons without having to build up a TiVo backlog.&nbsp; The majority of the lights are already off, with just a lamp on in the living room and another in her room, as she had already decided to go straight from the shower to bed.&nbsp; The long shadows are more comforting than menacing, though, in the way that only familiar places can be.<br><br>The ample-chested teen hums to herself softly as she enters her room--it sounds like "Ichirin no Hana" by High and Mighty Color--and immediately turns to her dresser, bending over to open the bottom (underwear) drawer.&nbsp; Though she's normally the pajama type, she left them somewhere in Tokyo when she decided to switch to a senshi costume mid-crisis, so until she picks up some replacements, she's going to have to settle for the 'old t-shirt and panties' regalia; of course, no one larger than her has ever lived in the household, so the biggest t-shirt she could find is still a bit tight on the chest, especially with the way the fabric clings to her faintly damp skin...
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 22:46:32</strong>
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				The young ladies bed, which is obscured by those very same shadows, just happens to be occupied at the moment.&nbsp; At about 5' 7" he was tall for a Japanese male of his era, which according to the flaming fox print Kimono is one of several centuries bast.&nbsp; The darkness hides the fiery orange shoulder length and naturally wild hair as it scatters over the anime imprinted pillow.&nbsp; The black and red cloth is slightly parted giving anyone who happened to be looking in his direction a full view of sleekly built male.&nbsp; Clearly athletic with cleanly defined muscles, with several manga all scattered about his head...<br><br>Hitomaru has settled in quite nicely.&nbsp; The 'boy' sleeps for a few more seconds until he hears and smells someone very familiar.&nbsp; Slowly, languorously, he rises and stretches, the gray-green eyes opening slowly, "Konban-wa, Chi-Chi-chan."<br><br>[Chi-Chi older form of slang denoting 'cleavage'.]
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 22:59:59</strong>
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				Hikari had just gotten about the business of rifling around for a comfortable set of panties to wear to bed when she heard the strange fox-boy's voice.&nbsp; The first thing she does is glance back over her shoulder, blinking dumbly.&nbsp; She must present quite a picture like that, the hem of her skirt sneaking up the swell of her bottom to reveal just the lowest curves of that broad expanse, tensed from her bending posture, perfectly heart-shaped.&nbsp; A moment later, as recognition sets in, she gives a tiny squeak and jumps, whirling around to face him with her back against the dresser.&nbsp; "Eeee!&nbsp; Kitsune-sama!"<br><br>The young girl's eyes squint into the half-light, still more adjusted to the brightness of the white-tiled, well-lit bathroom.&nbsp; At first, she doesn't even realize what she's staring at, scanning his form with wide eyes.&nbsp; Her gaze roves over his form, then across the scattering of manga, a bit of warmth filling her cheeks.&nbsp; Like a lot of girls her age, she has a healthy collection of shoujo manga, which by nature is mostly romantic, and in some cases even a bit racy.&nbsp; And, of course, she has her small stash of yaoi, as mandated by her status as a card-carrying fangirl.<br><br>"Chi-Chi-chan?" Hikari repeats, her lips pursing a bit toward one side, cheeks puffing up in (obviously uncertain) indignation.&nbsp; Not that she hasn't been called that before, but it's usually by the rude sorts of people who make inappropriate comments to her on the street or in the hallway at school, so her natural reaction is to wait for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, watching him warily.&nbsp; "Huuh, what are you doing here, Hito-sama?"
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 23:10:14</strong>
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				His robe open and barely held together by the thin male belt, and like most original wearers of this particular fashion statement, he wears nothing underneath.&nbsp; Another stretch as he slides his solidly long legs over the edge of the bed, and moving over the piles of discarded boy on boy comics, he walks closer and closer to Hikari.<br><br>"-Sama?&nbsp; I like that...&nbsp; And yes, you will keep calling me that," Despite the slow motions, the young fox has managed to slide very close to the barely 5 foot girl.&nbsp; His curled finger slides up along her throat and to her chin, tilting her face up, where he steals a kiss, "What I'm doing?&nbsp; I'm resting, I've had a day of exploring this entire city...&nbsp; It's no Edo, but I guess things change in over 300 years.&nbsp; And what is your name, Chi-Chi-chan?"
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 23:20:16</strong>
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				Hikari's head tilts back instinctively at the fingers underneath her chin, her body obediently responsive even if her consciousness is, per usual, lagging far behind.&nbsp; "You're resting here?" she half-croaks, cut off by the brief kiss before she can offer further protest.&nbsp; There's no guest room, and she can't even imagine what her mother would do if she came home to find an almost-naked (fox) boy 'sleeping over' in her bed.&nbsp; That just leaves...<br><br>"Aum..." she hesitates, her cheeks warm from the quick kiss still, eyes darting downward every few seconds before quickly pulling off to look to the side or back up toward his face with obvious guilt.&nbsp; The young woman leans back further onto the chest of drawers until she's essentially seated on the edge, biting her lip nervously.&nbsp; "H-Hikari.&nbsp; My name is Hikari, Hito-sama.&nbsp; I, ehh, w-well, are you..."
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 23:35:58</strong>
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				"...Staying here?" He finishes for her, the strong and long fingers sliding through the damp strands of the former gymnast's hair, "For a little while, at least..."<br><br>Another lick along her throat and he zips back about two feet, "Hikari?&nbsp; 'Light'?&nbsp; Ironic sort of name for one such as you..."<br><br>The odd eyes look over the tiny frame still presses up against her dresser.&nbsp; It's clear he's looking her over, starting from the toes, slowly sliding up over the well-shaped calves, full thighs, barely hidden hips, rising up over the flat stomach, and yet he doesn't linger on her chest, but takes it in as he finishes off the scan at her face, "Very nice, what one would expect from your kind.&nbsp; Although there's an oddity or two..."<br><br>A blink and he's somehow behind and to the left, his nose taking in a scent, the hot breath blowing on the back of her ear as he exhales, "Well, well, well, there's someone I've not seen in a long while..."<br><br>Another flash of motion (how does he move so fast?) and Hitomaru is back in front her, face so very close, "So you've...&nbsp; Met...&nbsp; Goroi?&nbsp; This could be fun..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 23:53:43</strong>
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				"You-- I-- wha-- geh--" Hikari stammers, trying to keep up with the stream of consciousness of the much quicker kitsune, and failing miserably.&nbsp; Her head quickly begins to spin from the sheer amount of questions she wants to ask, trying desperately to prioritize them, but making precious little progress even as more queries get piled on top of the list.&nbsp; There's one, though, that stands out enough to break her indecision, momentarily: "...&nbsp; my kind?"<br><br>Hitomaru's gaze makes her especially aware of her state of dress, and she bashfully pulls down the middle of the hem of her shirt, though that just pulls it tighter across her chest, making the thin fabric stick visibly to her damp breasts.&nbsp; The move becomes even more futile as he switches places to behind her, as pulling it down in front just leaves the back raised that much more, exposing her round buttocks.&nbsp; Hikari barely has time to give a soft, whining mewl of confusion at the feeling of hot breath tickling her ear and switch to crossing her open hands over her backside before he's back in front again, leaving her blinking.<br><br>"Ehh!&nbsp; You...&nbsp; you know Goroi-sensei?"&nbsp; The subtext of his statement is lost on her, especially in the face of what seems (to her, anyway) to be far more important information.&nbsp; Finally, someone who might know something useful!
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 00:56:38</strong>
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				"Of course, I know that Dragon.&nbsp; He's the reason I'm stuck here,"&nbsp; Another nip along the jaw this time, "But that's neither here, nor there.&nbsp; What's life without a few mysteries.&nbsp; Like yourself, scrumptious..."<br><br>The tanned male hands capture the massive breasts, hefts them and releases, "Of course, all secrets come at a price, don't they?&nbsp; Some pleasant, others...&nbsp; Not so much."<br><br>And yet another taste of her mouth, "I wonder what other secrets you hold, and what price one needs to pay..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 01:13:06</strong>
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				Hikari gives a bashful little yip as he oh-so-casually palms the hefty orbs, releasing them swiftly afterward to let them bounce and wobble a bit underneath her shirt.&nbsp; Based on the raised indentations of her nipples pressing into his hands, she's not wearing a bra underneath the shirt.&nbsp; Her face lights up with embarrassment, but it's all she can do to just put her hands on his shoulders and meekly hold him back from a full embrace, quivering as her knees are at his playful nips and sudden kisses.<br><br>"I-I don't have any secrets..." Hikari protests, scooting further backward.&nbsp; Now she's sitting quite fully on the top of the dresser, which leaves the 'skirt' of her not-long-enough shirt doing very little to hide her toned, creamy thighs and the pinkness between them.&nbsp; Not to mention that it leaves her with nowhere else to back away to, so all she can really do is turn her head to one side and shiver slightly.<br><br>"Ahh!&nbsp; Kitsune-sama, th-that's naughty~~" Honestly, she didn't mean for her voice to have that sort of lyrical, almost taunting tone; she has no idea where that came from, and the sound of her own voice just makes her face glow hotter.&nbsp; Her thighs squeeze and shift together, and worries at her lip with her teeth between stolen kisses, confusion and uncertainty overtaking her.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 05:19:52</strong>
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				"Yes, you are," Hitomaru replies easily, "But then, it's in your nature to be, isn't it?"<br><br>The hands have placed themselves onto the legs, sliding under the only piece of cloth covering them.&nbsp; Another tracing of the tongue, "And you taste better than average too...&nbsp; Most of your kind have a sort of...&nbsp; Well, sour flavour, but you are sweet."<br><br>The fingers touch and scrape along the skin, edging and caressing upwards, his eyes staring into the girl's with an almost mesmerizing intensity.
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 07:20:32</strong>
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				"I don't understand..." Hikari replies quite earnestly, though it's hard to say where (or if) one should start trying to explain things to her.&nbsp; Especially since her body already seems to know the score; as his hands slip underneath the hem of her skirt, she reflexively parts her thighs and flexes her strong little glutes to raise her hips just a tiny bit, presenting her squeaky-clean, hairless quim like a bullseye for him.<br><br>"O-Oh no~~"&nbsp; The lilting, lyrical tone has snuck into her voice again, even as she glances down toward her lap and then up to meet his eyes, swallowing a lump in her throat.&nbsp; Her heart skips a beat when his fingertips graze her silky sex, breath catching in her throat, eyes boring straight back into his, transfixed.&nbsp; Her thighs part slightly wider, and her tongue slooooowly pokes out to wet her very dry lips...
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 19:08:51</strong>
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				"No, of course you don't," Hitomaru replies as his touch slips under rubbing, testing and teasing, while the other pushes the thin cloth of the T-shirt slowly upwards over the firm bottom.&nbsp; The top is pushed over the curvy hips,&nbsp; as the tall male edges closer to her mouth, a Cheshire Cat grin on this handsome face until he captures the soft lips once again.<br><br>This time the contact is searing, as the Kitsune works on her, his tongue playing, twisting and dominating.&nbsp; The girl's tight shirt continues to creep up, exposing her stomach and undersides of her large chest.&nbsp; Both grips now attach themselves to the globes, pressing and squeezing the firm softness.
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 19:50:31</strong>
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				Hikari's eyes widen at the sudden passionate turn the kiss takes, flexing her fingertips against Hitomaru's triceps.&nbsp; As inexperienced as she is at such things, she finds herself instinctively becoming passive, as afraid of participating as she is of resisting; she simply tilts her head back, moaning deeply against the kitsune's mouth as he explores hers with his serpentine tongue.&nbsp; A tiny mewl escapes the corner of her lips for a moment as their mouths cross ways, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.<br><br>The hands sneaking up to her chest aren't particularly surprising--he's been working his way up there for a while--but the touch still makes her stiffen, arching her back into the touch as if to present herself to him, even as his busy hands squish her voluminous breasts, dimpling the pliant flesh and making them smush slightly against her chest.&nbsp; "Haaah..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Black Tokyo] Home Alone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 17:31:39</strong>
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				Breaking the contact with her mouth, the fox lowers his face, as the top is pushed and placed over the massive mounds.&nbsp; And lifting one of the breasts, his own lips capturing a pink tip and suckling on it.&nbsp; The digits squeeze and rolls them for a bit, the strong grip biting into the silken teenage flesh.&nbsp; He lavishes each globe with attention, his tongue leaving a trail between the nipples, and then stops rising up to his full height.<br><br>His body seems to be physically hotter than normal, although he doesn't seem affected by it.&nbsp; The handsome features suddenly kisses her lightly once more and with a wicked smile that only he seems to do so well, "How about we play a little game."<br><br>Hitomaru picks up the hem of her Tee playfully and waits for the gymnast's reply.
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 18:23:52</strong>
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				Hikari stares in wonder as the playful kitsune positions her hefty tit and affixes his lips to the tip, mewling out a distraught moan.&nbsp; Her mammaries aren't purely for show, they're extremely sensitive as well, and the sudden stimulation Hitomaru's providing can't be described as anything less than "intense".&nbsp; After only a few moments she's blinking dazed eyes, practically see stars, and raking her fingers through the hair on the back of his head as she finds herself desperately indecisive between trying to pull his head away from her chest or hugging it closer.&nbsp; "Ah-Ahhmm...!&nbsp; Hito-sama!"<br><br>The heat is getting to her by the time he relents, in more ways than one.&nbsp; Demonic teachers aside, she doesn't have a lot of experience with carnal affairs, and the strange man is an absolute whirlwind of sexuality.&nbsp; Already she's feeling like the best she can do is hold on for the proverbial ride--and why exactly isn't she even considering pushing him away?<br><br>Hikari huffs and puffs out warm breath, though not as hot as the heat that seems to be wafting off her 'guest'.&nbsp; "A game?" she asks between pants, for once seeming to have at least <em>some</em> clue that some sort of innuendo is being made.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I'm not sure," she mumbles bashfully, biting her lip.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 23:15:04</strong>
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				"Oh it's a simple game, really.&nbsp; And judging by your body's reaction, I'd have to say, you're really enjoying this..."&nbsp; &nbsp;His own expression says that he is as well, but for another reason. Another lick on the large bustline, as he brings the bottom of her shirt to her lips, "All I want you to do, Hikari-chan, is hold this between your teeth and don't let go.&nbsp; For any reason."<br><br>He pushes the cloth against her insistently, but not rough, definitely playful.&nbsp; The other hand slides along the inside of the strong thighs, another of those devilish grins, "Easy right?"<br><br>His body heat is noticeably slightly above average, like he has a perpetual fever, and it gives a searing quality to each time his fingertips stroke and caress her legs and sex, but it's never enough to hurt or even feel uncomfortable.
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 07:19:22</strong>
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				"I don't know, Hito-sama--" Hikari starts to protest, only to be cut short when he presents her t-shirt to her mouth.&nbsp; Despite her obvious reluctance, she tilts her head forward and daintily nips the hem, holding it between her bared teeth, immediately squeezing a moan through them as his tongue laps up one of her bare breasts, making the pliant flesh wobble for a moment.<br><br>Her face burns bright red with shame as she sits there on the edge of her dresser, nightshirt held up in her mouth, completely exposed to this strange man.&nbsp; Her big, round tits glisten with a sheen of his saliva already, nipples protruding and red from the stimulation; her plump pussy glimmers with wetness of a different source, meeting his busy fingers with a lesser but still tangible heat of her own.&nbsp; Now and again she shivers, not from cold certainly, but with the dim awareness that she's about to have her 'first' time (she doesn't count Goroi, of course!)...&nbsp; not quite under the circumstances she would have envisioned, though for some reason she feels almost as eager as anxious when she bats her eyelashes at her unusual gentleman caller...<br><br>"Mrmf..."
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 21:06:46</strong>
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				"Such a sweet girl," The Kitsune praises, as both hands slide her legs apart.&nbsp; Once that's done, they scoop behind to grasp the solid, sexy bottom and pulls it closer for ease of penetration.&nbsp; Which is never in doubt, as his robe is completely open and he's completely erect!<br><br>"I'd say you're as sweet as an angel, but the irony would go over your head, cutie,"&nbsp; A low chuckle as the hot tip is suddenly placed against Hikari's entrance.&nbsp; The tall, sleek male looks into her pretty eyes and thrusts into her!
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 23:00:25</strong>
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				"W-Waiff, donf--" Hikari murmurs with a mouth full of t-shirt tensing visibly at his advance.&nbsp; Though it may be a fairly casual thing for him, the gravity of the situation, for her, is enormous; this is her first time in what could be called a relatively 'normal' sexual encounter (and yes, it's ironic what her standards for normality as such apparently entail, fox-demons and all!), so in that brief moment when he's poised to enter her she can only stare in wonder and terror and curiosity and more than a little excitement.<br><br>The penetration is easier than she expects--it's a good position for her, allowing him to take her swiftly and deeply--even though she's clenching her thigh muscles and hissing through teeth clenched tight against cotton.&nbsp; The sudden warmth and fullness makes it hard for her to not release the shirt and moan out--and honestly, she's not sure why she's trying not to in the first place!--but something restrains her, making her squeeze her eyes shut in concentration and growl through the fabric.<br><br>Her velvet-soft sex is already hot (if likely less so than his cock!) and surprisingly damp even from the relatively brief foreplay, welcoming his rigid length into her tightly grasping folds.&nbsp; Her entrance stretches wide around Hitomaru's girth, plumping a bit as a result, and her widely-spread legs shake and kick out to either side of him.&nbsp; "Hrrmff...!"
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 06:42:46</strong>
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				Planting his right 'paw' back onto her breast, the left on her firm rear cheek, the seducer begins to pump heartily into her.&nbsp; His gray-green eyes watch her face as the cute expressions of her lust fills it.&nbsp; He likes human girls, Hitomaru finds them so much easier to control.&nbsp; The breast is played with, rolled and lightly crushed as he spears upwards, the crimson tip is pinched lightly as he playfully uses her body to his liking.<br><br>And only those that can sense the arcane can see what he's truly doing.&nbsp; Which is feeding, and boy is this Fox hungry, still no reason to drain her dry so he controls his intake.&nbsp; And let's face it, there's an easier way to get the energy he needs, but this is fun for the both of them.&nbsp; All he needs to do is just hang around, but you can get more with physical contact.
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				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 16:10:45</strong>
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				The experience is quite different from Goroi, to say the least; with him, Hikari was muddled (in more ways than one) and completely overwhelmed, unable to do much more than bask in the wanton carnality of it all and try to figure out what happened in retrospect.&nbsp; Hitomaru may not be taking things slow, but it's at least gradual enough that she has full <em>awareness</em> of the event.&nbsp; The soft texture of his phallic skin rubbing against her silky passage, the dull throb transfered through the stretched-thin walls of her sex, the surprising warmth radiating from his member...&nbsp; there's far more nuance to appreciate than she would have ever guessed, even after her previous experience.<br><br>Each time he draws back, the head of his cock catches on nerves buried deep inside her like a hook, making her raise her hips toward him as if 'chasing' his withdrawing tool, only to get speared back up against the dresser by it a moment later.&nbsp; Every time she moans, a strange muffled sort of sound through the t-shirt she's now chewing the hell out of in her mouth, and spreads her legs a little wider.&nbsp; Despite her apparent reluctance, her pussy is already practically gushing for him, filling their coupling with obscene wet squelching sounds to accompany her groans.&nbsp; "Hrrmf!&nbsp; Hrrmf!&nbsp; Hrrrmmf!"<br><br>The hand squeezing her firm tit is rewarded with a frantic shake of her head--as much as she can without releasing her self-maintained gag, anyway--and a spastic arching of her back, especially when he crushes the stiffening crown between his thumb and fingertip.&nbsp; The nub responds by proudly pointing back at him, thick and a good half an inch off the curve of her heavy breast, wine-red with the flush of blood to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Black Tokyo] Home Alone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 20:53:10</strong>
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				The taller male on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying this.&nbsp; It's been centuries since he's had a woman.&nbsp; Being stuck in a shrine doesn't really make for expanding your social circle.&nbsp; The left hand decides to explore this soft and sexy half-human girl, as it traces across the hips, down her thighs and settling under a calf.&nbsp; His mouth revisits the eager tip, suckling on her breast happily.<br><br>His shaft dives upwards into the lightly 'gagged' girl, showing of a level of flexibility that is unusual for any normal human creature.&nbsp; The lips release the nipple with a nip from his teeth as the right grip also let's go of the fleshy mountain and slides down Hikari's ribs to her stomach and other side of the curvy dolls waist.&nbsp; The lewd sounds of the sex and her cries are the only noises in the small room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Black Tokyo] Home Alone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 11:40:33</strong>
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				"Nnnrgh...&nbsp; nrmmf...&nbsp; ahhhh!" Hikari finally loses her 'grip' on the t-shirt in her mouth, leaving the saliva-soaked fabric to fall to the upper swell of her breasts, resting bunched up there as the voluminous orbs begin to bounce and roll from the jarring impacts of his hips pounding against hers.&nbsp; The heat- and lust-addled half-demon girl mewls plaintively and gives an abrupt arching of her back, pinching her knees in on his flanks and tensing visibly as her abdominal muscles ripple and thighs flex rock-hard for an instant.<br><br>There's a tiny, mouse-like squeak and then an uncontrollable shiver as Hikari squirts her honey in a surprisingly pressurized release, soaking Hitomaru's lap with her coital juices.&nbsp; The small girl pants animatedly for a moment, then slowly--but quite easily, owing to a remarkable degree of flexibility and control--raises one leg up into a splits position, straightening it out and swinging it up and over his head to the other side of her body.&nbsp; The wayward limb hooks back at his opposite shoulder, her heel against his shoulderblade, holding her in the semi-splits position with him still wedged firmly into her sex despite all the twisting.<br><br>Hikari turns at the waist so that her upper body is face down on the dresser, arms stretched out to grip the opposite side firmly.&nbsp; For a moment, it looks as if she might be trying to pull herself away and off of the demon's spearing phallus.&nbsp; In the end, however, she just glances back over her shoulder toward him, blushes bashfully even through her exertion-reddened features, and tightens her grip on the furnishing, girding herself for more.&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; she does appear to have lost the game, in terms of keeping her makeshift gag in place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Black Tokyo] Home Alone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 02:28:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now presented with a heart shaped target, Hitomaru spanks the girl's bottom, enough to make the flesh jump eagerly, "Bad girl."<br><br>Taking her hands in his own, the athletic male binds them with a strip of silk, his belt?&nbsp; He leaves the dainty little gymnast wrists at the base of her spine as the thickness spears back into the curvy little frame.&nbsp; One strong paw slides under her chest, grabbing her left breast despite it being crushed by the dresser top, while the other settle on the front of her thighs.<br><br>An almost feline purr emanates from his chest as he takes Hikari with a little more force this time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Black Tokyo] Home Alone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hikari</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 11:26:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"H-Hito-sama!&nbsp; Hito-sama!&nbsp; Oohhh!" Hikari coos almost lyrically as the demonic bandit pounds her vulnerable pussy, stirring the steamy moistness inside and making much of her honey sluice out to dribble onto her thighs and his lap.&nbsp; The sudden swat to her cushy tush makes her cry out softly, a fresh flush of shame filling her features; she <em>does</em> feel like a bad girl for enjoying this as much as she is...&nbsp; though the surge of guilt isn't nearly enough to overcome the excitement and arousal of the moment, which has already thoroughly hijacked her fevered brain.<br><br>The teen doesn't even struggle as she's trussed up, despite the awkwardness of it.&nbsp; As soon as her hands leave the dresser she's forced bodily down onto it, her big, bare breasts smushed to the surface and cheek pressed up against the mirror attached to the back.&nbsp; Hikari emits a tiny yelp as his continued thrusting moves her body back and forth in that uncomfortable position, dragging her (by now) very tender nipples across the comparatively harsh wooden expanse, rubbing them into it and virtually buffing the wood's finish with her pinned mammaries.<br><br>...&nbsp; and, paradoxically, it makes her feel somewhat better.&nbsp; Because she's bound now, so it's not her fault!&nbsp; The demon can have her as she pleases, and she's powerless to resist, so it would really be quite silly to beat herself up over it...&nbsp; right?&nbsp; And if what he's doing <em>happens</em> to feel good, well, she can't be blamed for that, at any rate...<br><br>"Oh Kami-sama!" Hikari almost shrieks, her eyes rolling back in her head as Hitomaru plows into her with renewed vigor, hunching her over the furniture until only the tips of her toes touch the ground and her weight is almost entirely pushing her chest down onto the dresser.&nbsp; Again, her sinewy inner walls begin to flutter spasmodically, flitting about his penetrating length as a second climax overtakes her far more quickly than the first.&nbsp; The rough, almost animalistic rutting seems to inspire a similar degree of primal response in her as she grunts and mewls out her orgasmic elation to her reflection in the mirror.
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