Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Great White Hunter: Keitaro ❯ GWH:K In Love With A Strict Machine ( Chapter 14 )

 

GWH:K

Chapter 14

In Love With A Strict Machine

 

 

“Keitaro, please make love to me,” pleaded Naru. Keitaro winced. He wasn't sure just how he got into this position, but here he was, just the same. After four years of abuse, regrets, recrimination, more abuse, beatings, sub-orbital journeys on the Naru Punch Express, she was FINALLY begging for his cock. If he hadn't been so tired he would have laughed out loud. Somehow, he didn't think Naru would find his response… funny.

 

“Please, Keitaro!” she urged again. After having been with the other Hinata girls, Naru's approach was a little odd. Despite her fervent feminism, her accusations of perversion, her incidents of nudity, and her insistence that she was a pure girl, it had come down to her begging him for sex at the Turtle Culture ruins, ironically named “Todai” according to the Molmolian records that went back quite a bit further than Keitaro was willing to believe without access to carbon dating confirmation. A small alcove in the ruins found her on her knees, pleading.

 

“Naru, what are you doing?” asked Keitaro again.

 

“Please. You've had all the other girls. Try me out. I want to please you,” she said, grasping at something she'd seen in a porn video.

 

“Naru, that's… not exactly romantic,” he stated after some consideration. LK was not enthused about her approach either.

 

“Please, I can't lose you after so long. Don't you care about me?” she pleaded again. Keitaro sighed, noting another sigil near the former roofline above them worth investigating.

 

“Naru, I can't help feeling like our romance over the last four years is some kind of farce, a laughingstock for millions of people around the world that we could be so pathetic and dysfunctional. In the last two months I've made love to our roommates and found them to be not only great lovers, but polite, reasonable, and decent. And then there's YOU. You've put me in low Earth orbit more times than I can count. Even when I was convinced you were my Promise Girl, you beat me rather than accept my affection. Why are you on your knees in this ruin, begging for Little Keitaro to fulfill your every need?” he asked.

 

“Hmph. I give up. I'm not good enough. Everyone else has more to offer than me. I just didn't want to see you choose someone else without having something to remember you by,” she finally admitted. She looked up at him with Moe eyes, full of hope. How could he say no to that? He almost did, since the beatings weren't exactly forgotten.

 

“Promise you won't hit me at any stage?” he demanded, hand on his zipper, waiting. Naru sighed.

 

“All right. I won't hit you. I promise,” she swore, crossing herself. The Moe eyes again. Keitaro sighed and lowered his zipper. Naru skimmed off her shorts and panties rather more quickly than he'd have liked. Keitaro dropped his own and began the preliminaries, kissing.

 

It was awkward. She fought him at the wrong times, and pulled away when it started to get good. When he reached for her full breasts, she stiffened against him and an open eye found her resisting with all her will not to sock him in the ear for another orbital journey. When his mouth found her nipple she shrieked loudly and shuddered but wasn't wet enough for penetration. This went on for some time. He finally backed off and waited for her to calm down. LK wasn't happy. And his balls ached.

 

“Naru, is there some method which will make you happy? I can go down on you, if that's okay,” he offered. She nodded, grasping his hair painfully and pushed him down. He licked and worked her over properly, but even coming a couple times didn't do that much. He thought of Motoko and closed his eyes. A bit later he was finally stroking in her and she was breathing hard, yelping in time, but not wet enough. He opened his eyes at her. She was staring at him. They stopped.

 

“This isn't working,” he stated plainly. Naru sighed. She pulled apart from him.

 

“I guess we really aren't meant for each other,” she admitted. Naru wiped off her crotch with a small hand towel from her knapsack. Keitaro used it on himself, annoyed at her poor performance but trying not to show it.

 

“Maybe… maybe we should just be friends,” suggested Naru finally, redressed and feeling awkward once more.

 

“That would be a good idea. At least now we know. Better now than on our wedding night,” he pointed out. Naru laughed hollowly.

 

“Yeah, that's true. What a disaster, haha,” she said. Naru looked away, embarrassed.

 

“Okay, then. I think I see something to investigate. I'll see you in camp later,” he said, excusing himself, LK deflated but aching. Keitaro had regrets about having sex with Naru, but at least he knew it wouldn't have worked anyway. Maybe now, she'd accept the reality of their relationship. He hoped it didn't hurt her feelings.