Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Storm ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura is not mine and never will be.

Warning: Obscene lemon (meaning scenes of a sexual nature, so if you find such content offensive or you’re generally not ‘into’ that kind of thing, click the ‘back’ button and do not read the story).

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A vicious thunderstorm currently raged over the small town of during what is supposed to be a ‘hot summer’s day’. Trees swayed in the high winds, heavy rain flooded the streets and lightning strikes lit up the sky.

Syaoran’s apartment

The front door opened widely, and a tall Chinese teen to stepped through into the bright hallway. He was soaked to the bone from the rainwater, which dripped over the polished wooden floors of the apartment.

“Bloody weather,” Syaoran cursed as he kicked off his shoes and tapped the door shut with his left foot. The door closed, and his voice softened as he turned his attention to the beautiful young girl curled up into his arms. “Are you alright, Sakura?”

Sakura had her face buried deeply into his strong chest. Her hands gripped to his soggy shirt tightly and she was shivering, despite the amount of warmth his hold provided. She was really afraid of thunderstorms, and knowing this Syaoran kept her in the safest place she could ever be. His embrace.

“Uh…” Her face left its warm spot against his chest, and her nervous emeralds looked up into his concerned ambers as she replied shakily. “I-I’m okay now.”

Syaoran hugged her tightly once more before carrying her to the living room, trailing water through the halls, and setting her gently down onto the double seated jade sofa. As he knelt in front of her, Syaoran took a quick glance out of the window then turned back to Sakura, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll get some towels. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Thank you so much, Syaoran-kun,” Sakura smiled warmly and gave him a kitten lick on the tip of his wet nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sakura,” Syaoran stroked her temple and kissed her again before getting up and leaving the room.

Sakura sighed happily as she unhooked the bag from her shoulder and placed it down on the coffee table just in front of her. She felt so calm now, being within the safety of her koibito and his warm home.

“Oh…” Sakura noticed that she was dripping water all over the floor and the sofa. She really didn’t want to make a mess of Syaoran’s tidy apartment.

Sakura removed her slip-on shoes and placed them tidily beside the sofa. She stood up and proceeded to take off her drenched sundress. Sakura looked over to the window on the other side of the room, which was currently being bombarded with heavy raindrops, and frowned.

“I’m never trusting the weatherman again.”

“I second that,” Kero’s little yellow ball-shaped head popped out from Sakura’s handbag sitting on the coffee table. He left the bag completely and shook his soaking furry body like a dog. “What’s really unfair is that they had to cancel the festival. I couldn’t get any takoyaki!”

“I made you some this morning, Kero-chan.”

“I meant nice takoyaki.”

“Kero-chan!” Sakura swung her wet attire at the guardian, who easily dodged the article and burst into a fit of laughter.

“I’m only joking, Sakura! You make the best takoyaki!” Kero glided towards the doorway and nearly collided with Syaoran, who had returned half naked with a large forest green towel in his hands. “Hey kid, you got any ice cream?”

“Third drawer down in the freezer,” Syaoran answered without actually looking towards Kero. Instead, his gaze fixed upon Sakura, who had her back turned to him. “Just don’t make a mess of my new kitchen.”

Kero disappeared into the hallway and Syaoran moved slowly over to the sofa, his amber eyes remaining glued on his near naked koibito. He gave an approving grin as she unhooked her bra and discarded it beside the sofa. Seeing her this way, he really couldn’t thank the gods enough for making her all his.

“Syaoran-kun?” Sakura’s cheeks flared into a deep red as she only just noticed his presence, but took no actions to try and cover herself.

He was moving closer, only covered waist down with a medium sized towel. Her eyes stuck on the truly amazing sight of his godly muscles. She so badly wanted to be held against them once again, all snuggled up in his warm arms.

“Is there something wrong, Sakura?” She furiously shook her head to the question as he towered over her, chuckling lightly.

While Sakura remained in her little trance Syaoran wrapped her up in the fluffy towel, smoothly swept her up into his arms and sat down on the comfy jade sofa. Sakura let out a little squeak of surprise from the swift action, but then relaxed into his warm embrace as he brushed away a few strands of wet hair from her rosy cheek and planted a light kiss upon it.

“So much for the summer,” Syaoran whispered jokingly into her ear and wrapped his arms securely around Sakura’s waist.

She couldn’t help but notice the way a few droplets fell from the tips of his chocolate bangs and rolled down his chiselled chest. Sakura closed her eyes, rested her head against his shoulder and snuggled up closer. Her right hand emerged from underneath the towel, and began to lightly stroke up and down his front with its fingertips.

They sat in silence, simply enjoying being in each others arms. Outside, the dark clouds continued to linger over the town and the rain began to hit down harder. After a sudden loud thunder strike, Sakura jumped slightly but calmed down as Syaoran whispered soothing words into her ear.

“Where’s Meilin-chan?” Sakura asked quietly after a few minutes of calming down, wondering why she hadn’t returned from the festival herself.

“She’s gone to Daidouji’s house to practice for the Home Economics test next week,” Syaoran rubbed his hand slowly up and down Sakura’s side “It’s a good thing really, we’ve already lost one kitchen.”

Sakura giggled at the memory of the kitchen incident a week ago. It wasn’t really serious, all though the cooker had set alight to the breakfast, the worktops, the wall units, even the fridge. Sakura had to summon the Watery card to put out the small blaze.

“So, we have the place to ourselves?”

“Yep.”

Sakura unravelled herself from the fluffy cloth and discarded it onto the floor. Both her arms slid around his broad torso and she hugged him like a big teddy bear.

“Don’t you like the towel?” Syaoran asked humorously as Sakura scooted so much closer into his hold, and her cheek nuzzled against his shoulder.

“You’re warmer.”

“Are you cold, Sakura?” His right hand traced up her side and covered her right breast. Her cheeks really began to glow, and she opened her eyes to look into Syaoran’s.

“Yes…” Sakura leant her head back with her mouth partially open, so Syaoran stuck out his tongue and covered her mouth with his.

Syaoran’s hand gently caressed her breast, and Sakura softly moaned into his mouth. She hooked her arms around his neck and curled her legs upwards as she deepened the kiss.

“Syaoran-kun…”

They broke apart minutes later, and Sakura leant back into Syaoran’s right arm currently hooked around her back. He lightly kissed his way down her smooth neck, until he reached and took her right mound into his mouth.

“A-ah!” Sakura’s arms moved up and tightly wrapped around his head as he suckled and licked her nipple. She leant her head forward, kissed across his shoulder and up along his neck as his sucking became more forceful.

With one hand already holding her up, Syaoran’s free hand traced along the inside of her thighs. Two of his fingers rubbed against her damp panties, but then began to press more into her womanhood. He could feel her warm breath against his ear quickening as he slipped his fingers around the fabric and into her opening.

“Syao…Syaora….” Sakura closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her arms tired to pull Syaoran closer to her chest and her legs opened wider for his fingers to push in further. Syaoran smoothly slid his fingers in and out, making Sakura moan ever so loudly.

The moment abruptly ended as a sudden ‘explosion’ erupted from the corner of the room. This startled Sakura and especially Syaoran, who threw Sakura down into the cushions and covered her with his body like a human shield. First making sure Sakura wasn’t injured in any way, Syaoran glanced cautiously over to the direction from where the sound came. Both teens were in for a surprise.

“Keroberos!?”

The little yellow guardian was sitting on the coffee table next to a small bowl stacked with a mountain of ice cream. He had the television remote in his hands, which he used to flick through various channels.

“Don’t mind me; just keep doing what you’re doing.”

He stopped on a channel playing a car chase, which emitted another screeching and explosion sound.

“If you want to watch television, go into my room!” Syaoran growled angrily at Kero, who gave back a questionable glance.

“Shouldn’t you guy’s be doing that in your room?”

“Just go!” The teens both shouted in annoyance at the guardian.

“Okay okay, geez.” He switched off the television, grabbed his bowlful of ice cream and glided out of the room.

They silently remained in their position until they heard the distant sound of Syaoran’s bedroom door closing. The couple sighed, and Syaoran whispered into Sakura’s ear.

“I’m going to sell him to a vivisectionist.”

Sakura giggled at his ‘plan’, but then let out a little whine of protest as his fingers slid out of her opening. She was silenced though, as Syaoran leant down and took her left nipple into his mouth.

“Syaoran-kun!!” Sakura threw her head back with a moan as he sucked and licked her bud harder, then she started to rub along Syaoran’s shoulders and the back of his neck with her palms. In turn he rubbed his hands all over her slender figure and deep between her thighs.

“Syaoran-kun…”

Syaoran felt her leg rub against his towel covered hardness, and his chest left her head to look up into her eyes. He smiled at the sight of her mischievous look and heated cheeks, then kissed the top of both her soft breasts.

Syaoran sat up with his back against the armrest and whipped off his towel, throwing it over his head towards the doorway. After a few seconds of staring in sheer amazement at his newly revealed and absolutely huge erection, Sakura sat up and turned around on her knees, slipping off her panties in the process.

Syaoran placed his hands on her hips for guidance as Sakura edged backwards towards him. She gave a bright smile over her left shoulder, which he returned, and hovered right over his member. Sakura let out numerous short and sharp breaths as Syaoran’s tip rubbed against her butt hole.

In a sudden movement she dropped onto his member, and with one loud gasp Sakura fell back against his solid chest.

“Sakura…” Syaoran kissed her cheek and held her so tightly. Sakura was breathing raggedly as Syaoran’s ten inches pushed fully up her anal passage, all the way to the hilt. She cuddled up into his arms, leant her head back and received a grin and kitten lick on the tip of her nose from Syaoran.

Syaoran crossed his left arm over her body and took a hold of her right breast, while his right hand trailed smoothly down across her stomach, the fingers finding and inserting themselves into her opening. Sakura whined out happily as Syaoran swayed his hips, softly squeezed her breast and slipped his fingers in and out of her.

For a while, Syaoran just slowly rotated his hips in a clockwise direction while his fingers dipped in and out of her womanhood. Her hands sensually rubbed up and down the outside of his thighs as she followed his gentle rotation, all the while moaning softly into the air. Sakura cried out in surprise as without warning Syaoran suddenly added an extra finger and started to thrust his hips upwards.

“Sy-ao-ran-ku-u-n!!”

Syaoran bucked his hips so hard into her buttocks, Sakura could’ve been thrown into the air if he hadn‘t held on to her so tightly. Sakura’s feet drew up beside Syaoran’s thighs, her left hand reached back to take hold of his damp hair and her right hand covered Syaoran’s pumping fingers.

Thanks to the spongy sofa, more power could be put into his already mighty thrusts. He rocked his hips and pumped his fingers faster and faster, making Sakura pant and scream out his name clearly. Wanting to hear more, Syaoran dug his feet into the cushions and kicked his legs to add more force.

Sakura’s head fell back onto his shoulder, and he sucked on the pulse of her exposed neck. Both her hands covered Syaoran’s pumping fingers and desperately tried to pull them in further. She tightened around his three fingers, and he pushed in as far as he could. With earth shattering screams they climaxed, and Syaoran released into her anus.

Wearily, they both slumped into the cushions of the sofa. While keeping her right breast cupped within his palm, Syaoran’s other hand withdrew and slid back up Sakura’s body, covered in juices. He licked his fingers clean on one side, and then stuck them into Sakura’s mouth so she could finish on the other.

Syaoran watched as she gladly took in his fingers, licking and sucking on them slowly, but then his eyes caught sight of something across the room. Sakura finished on his fingers, and he withdrew them from her mouth.

“Sakura,” Syaoran peeked over her shoulder and rested both his hands on her stomach, keeping his hold firm. “When was the last time we done it on a table?”

“Only two days ago,” Sakura giggled breathlessly to his question. “Why?”

He nudged his head towards the dining table, and she smiled in understanding. Syaoran slid out of her anus while Sakura drew her legs up to her chest, then he crossed his arms under her knees. He swung his legs off of the sofa, raised them both off and carried her across the room. Less than a metre away from it, Syaoran squatted down to let Sakura stand up on her own two feet. Then she stepped up and leant over the smooth surface, her breasts squashed down as her legs hung off the edge.

Because of Syaoran’s height, Sakura had to stand on the tips of her toes and slightly raise her rear into the air to meet him. Syaoran leant forward over Sakura and placed his hands on either side next to her shoulders for his support. He kissed her left shoulder blade before he pushed into her opening from behind.

Sakura’s breasts squashed against the flat wooden surface of the table and her hands rested over the top of Syaorans. She held her head up high and screamed out his name uncontrollably as he pumped into her with fast and powerful movements.

The table legs began to screech as the furniture itself began to gradually shift across the floor. The screeching, the panting, the loud thunderstorms, the television volume increasing in a far off room in an attempt to drown out the noise from the couple doing the naughty…it’s a surprise that no one’s lost their hearing, or received a complaint from the neighbours.

Syaoran pumped so hard, so fast, and Sakura kept squealing for more and more. Her feet lifted off the ground and her legs wrapped partially around the back of his. He leant forward more so his chest pressed lightly against her soft back. Sakura was tucked underneath his body as Syaoran leant on his elbows and thrust in faster.

It was then that they both climaxed and cried out loudly, but Syaoran just couldn’t stop there. He continued to buck his powerful hips like a wild horse as their fluids dripped down their legs and covered the hardwood floors. He hung his head over her shoulder and buried his face into her neck as his intense pumping got even faster.

“SyaoSyaoSYAORAN-KUN!!!” With a few final thrusts, they climaxed hard once again. They were both panting heavily, and Sakura closed her eyes as Syaoran lightly kissed his way across her back.

Syaoran left her opening, slid his hands under Sakura’s stomach and pulled her up with him. Her legs dropped down to the floor and she nearly collapsed due to her wobbly knees, but luckily Syaoran’s firm hold kept her standing. Syaoran turned her around in his arms and covered her mouth with his, then he cupped her buttocks and hoisted her onto the tables surface.

Sakura hooked her arms around his neck and entwined her fingers into his soggy hair. She lay back onto the surface, pulling Syaoran down with her, as he crawled up onto the table. Sakura wrapped her legs around his waist, then he pushed into her opening.

Sakura’s back slid across the smooth surface as Syaoran forcefully rocked back and forth into her. Syaoran’s tongue moved further into her mouth as his right hand rested on the top of her damp but soft hair, and the other slid down and grabbed her buttocks. Sakura squeaked with every powerful thrust, and Syaoran moaned as her legs tightly clamped around his waist.

They both screamed into the kiss with their final climax, and the table legs had finally given up. The two on their end simultaneously snapped inwards, sliding the couple backwards off of the surface and onto the hard wooden floor. Syaoran took the whole fall, and his back hit the ground with a loud thump.

“S-Syaoran-kun, are you all right?” Sakura asked frantically as she caught sight of the slight amount of pain in his facial expression.

Syaoran only answered with a groan for a second, but then he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling Sakura down to him.

“Y-yeah…” A smile quickly formed on his handsome face, replacing the previous look on his features. “I’m okay.”

“I’m so very glad.” With a huge sigh of relief, Sakura lowered her head and kissed her way up his chest, his neck and along his solid jaw line. As Sakura’s kisses came closer, Syaoran opened widely and she slid her pink tongue into his mouth. After breaking apart minutes later, Syaoran began to lightly chuckle.

“Although I think Meilin might kill me for wrecking the apartment again.”

“Damn right I will!” Replied a terrifyingly familiar female voice from across the room, followed by a manic ‘ohoho’ and the electronic beeping sound of a camcorder.

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I got this idea after the recent crazy weather my area's been having. The wetherman said it'll be sunny all week, but on one day there was a huge thunderstorm that completley ruined a family day out.