Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ A Surprise Or Two Upon Their Return ( Chapter 31 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Love Hina or its characters; I am simply borrowing them for my own storyline about them. This story contains graphic scenes of a sexual and sometime violent nature. Minors are not permitted to read this material without parental permission. Parents are strongly urged to monitor their children’s internet use. Now that the legalities are out of the way…on with the story.

Keitaro and Naru had spent most of that evening immersed in their passion for one another. They ate a simple dinner that night prepared by the two of them, and they ate it by candlelight still completely nude. They share the chore of cleaning up after themselves, with soft smiles attached to their glowing faces. Once they had finished drying the last dish Keitaro slipped in behind his lover and proceeded to kiss his way down her back.

When Naru first felt his lips brush the nape of her neck she moaned in response and tried to turn around to face him, but he held her firmly in place. When he reached the apex of her shapely legs, she thought she knew what he wanted. Spreading her thighs apart, Naru waited to feel his tongue on her already damp sex, she was surprised however when his oral attack went straight to her virginal ass. Her exclamation of surprise was as short-lived as her next moan was long however, as he deftly burrowed his tongue deeper into her writhing buttocks. She began to thrust uncontrollably, forcing her hips back in an attempt to het even more pleasure from his now practiced mouth. She was therefore very surprised when the very sensual sensation was suddenly removed and she thrust herself back into nothing. Blinking a few time to clear the lust induced cobwebs from her brain she turned around to see Keitaro by the door to the springs. His wink as he walked out to the springs made her scream with frustration, and she tore out after him.

Keitaro knew what he wanted. He wanted Naru to completely submit to his desire, and he figured the way to do that would be to arouse her passion to the point of no return, and then walk away. Choosing the place for taking her final sexual barrier, he decided that the how springs would be best. Not only would the setting be infinitely more romantic, relaxing in the springs afterward would allow them to sleep much better before they returned to the seaside resort the next day.

When Naru burst through the door, Keitaro knew he had her. She looked around wildly, until she spied him lazing against the old wooden bench in the corner. He had to run to position himself there, before Naru showed up and he was smiling broadly, trying to cover up the fact that he was somewhat out of breath. He continued watching her as she approached him, stalking him as a lion would stalk its prey, he could even hear her growling as she approached. Once she was in reach, Keitaro grabbed her hands and pulled her in for a kiss so hot an inferno would have been cooler than the two lovers.

Naru, after so many years of denying her feelings for the somewhat dorky man before her, feasted on the immeasurable he had awakened in her. She willingly slipped her tongue into his mouth, now caring that his tongue had recently plunged into the before unknown depths guarded by her sphincter. She was so amazed, by the amount of love she had for him, that she had to remind herself that he ad always seemed to love her. Her love for him, that had lay dormant for so long transferred itself to an almost overwhelming lust. Her body trembled as he once again guided her so that she was no leaning over the bench. She knew what he was about to do to her, and the thought both excited, and feared her. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, Naru began to prepare herself mentally, for the sexual rush of being taken by her man. When his face was once again buried between the golden globes of her ass, Naru felt as if the world had given her everything she could ever want.

As he continued probing her opening sphincter, she began to thrust into his face uncontrollably. The sensations he was forcing into he system had somehow overridden her thought process. When she had first seduced him she knew that she had wanted him to make love to her, but now she felt as if she had become addicted to the pure pleasure of sex. The overpowering endorphins flowing through her body had somehow brought her to the point where she knew she was acting like a slut, but she was his slut. If he demanded her body that way, she would gladly do anything he asked of her. Then the probing of his tongue ceased, and she felt herself opening even further, as two of his slender fingers pressed into the now loosened confines, of her squirming bowels. Then she was suddenly and mournfully devoid of her lover’s body.

She turned her head to see if he was moving away again only to have him guide her head back to a forward facing position. Then she felt his hand on her hips, and the now familiar feeling of the spongy tip of his penis burrowing into her slick folds. She thrust back instinctively to meet each of his thrusts, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled so wantonly. Then she felt him pull slowly from her depths. She stared to moan in complaint at the callous removal of her poignant desire, only to moan as he thrust himself to the hilt in her previously virginal backside.

She thought it would hurt, but the amount of oral attention he had given her had completely opened and relaxed the muscle of her ass, so that when he was fully buried in her bowels all she could do was moan in delight. His thrusts were tentative for the first few minutes, just enough to keep her on edge. Her emotions were running so high at this point, that the feminine fluids were pouring from her overly exited sex, just to run down her legs. Just as Naru was getting into the sensation of having the full length of his cock embedded deep within her bowels, Keitaro surprised her once again, by withdrawing completely, only to flip her over onto her back. She wondered what was going on until he drove forward, filling her distended rectum once again.

Her surprise at being fucked in this position, and so forcefully, was matched only by her burning lust. He had forced her legs up into a v formation and her feet were pointing outward from her shoulders. Then, he would slowly stroke into her until his testicles were pressing firmly against her ass. This continued for a little while, but all too soon they were thrashing together like a couple of eels. They would have seemed to the casual observer to be one writhing mass, connected at the hips and lips.

All too soon, the heat of their combined passion drove them over the edge. Keitaro was first, slamming the full length of his turgid manhood deep into her bowels and grunting as he spewed his seed deep into her depths. Once Naru felt the molten heat of his fluid flood into her, she too toppled into the welcoming depths of her own orgasm, screaming and shuddering as her climax overcame her sensibilities.
They, being utterly depleted from their coital exertions, drifted of to a very deep sleep right their on the edge of the springs still joined crotch to butt.

They woke the next day just as the sun crested the horizon. Feeling somewhat chilled from sleeping on the hard stone, they both slid into the spring to warm up. After a short but efficient shower the two lovers at a hurried breakfast and made their way to the second floor to change into more suitable attire for the days wanderings.

Once they had dressed, they made their way to the train station. They only took on small break to do some light shopping. While Keitaro was looking at some new tools, he could use to keep up with the repairs the new house and the hotel would require Naru had ducked inside the pharmacy to by some items she thought were completely necessary. After making her discreet purchases, she rejoined Keitaro for a light snack before they head back to the seaside resort.

The rest of the trip was completely uneventful. No body bothered them, and for a change none of the men around the tried to grope Naru. As unusual as Keitaro thought this was, he was nevertheless relieved that he wouldn’t have to deal with the usual trouble actions such as this usually caused.

They were met at the station by the rest of the Hinata crew; soon they were smiling and hugging each other in greeting.

Naru quickly passed the bag containing her pharmaceutical purchases off to Haruka, who slipped them into a mach larger bag.

They chatted and gossiped between one another as if the two had been gone for an extended vacation, instead of just one night. Soon they reached the old and battered teahouse that served as the seaside resort. When Keitaro moved to enter the old building, he was suddenly turned aside by Haruka and Mutsumi.

“What’s going on?” he asked as a worried expression suddenly crossed his face. “Did another gang attack? Where are we going?”

“There is no problem that we can’t handle Keitaro honey.” Mitsuné said with a smile. “We just thought you might like to talk to a couple of our guests while the can still use their tongues.”

Suddenly he found himself in the very spot they had kept their first prisoner. However, instead of a blustering bully her saw his two oldest male friends and tormentors, each were covered in bandages and were lying on identical cots with various body parts hanging from traction devices.

“What happened two those two?” he asked shocked at the condition of his only two male friends. “The last time we saw them Naru had…” at this, his voice trailed off and he started to giggle.

“It’s not funny Keitaro.” Motoko snapped. “Shinobu was in her room sorting out some of her garments when these two suddenly came crashing through the roof. They were obviously trying to peep on us again.”
“I didn’t say they didn’t deserve it Mo-chan but the reason the crashed through the roof was because they barged in on Naru and I while we were…occupied.”

“You mean these two louts saw you and Naru while you were…engaged?” Motoko might have become a minx when she was sexually occupied with Keitaro herself but the thought of having someone outside of their group actually catch her in such a compromising position caused her face to heat with embarrassment. Then she rounded on the two already helpless men with anger in her eyes. “I will see to it that they never barge in on anyone ever again!” drawing the dark Hinata blade from its protective sheath, she started forward intent on finishing the two worthless males off once and for all.

Motoko was surprised to be held back by Naru, who was laughing as hard as Keitaro by now. “I really didn’t mean to hit them so hard they landed here. But I think they with think twice about walking into a room uninvited from know on.”

“Besides,” Keitaro said as he held his sides from laughing so hard, “weren’t you girls looking for a couple of spies that we could set out on the street to look for any real threats to our little group. I think these two would be perfect. I mean…who would ever think to question them? Anyone who has ever met them would recognize that they were too stupid to be of any use to anyone. Moreover, if we do it right we could keep them on as loyal guards or something. With the skills you girls have, it would be a good idea to have a couple of people around who were definitely on our side. What do you girls think?”

“Keitaro, I do believe that you have an idea.” Haruka said smiling. “If we can hypnotize them correctly they would be just like a couple of eunuchs to guard our little palace.”

At the word ‘eunuchs’ Motoko’s eyes flashed fire and then she said, thoughtfully and slowly, “if we are to keep them around as servants, they will have to be trained to act as proper servants, will they not. I believe that that should remember that Keitaro is a friend of theirs. But would it not be a good idea to make it so that cannot see our…sexual adventures?” she had to force the last bit out of her throat and blushed anew at her own words. “I mean if they are going to end up being around us all of the time it would be a good idea if we could somehow convince them that they are not to speak about whatever they see. We do not need anyone else to know that Keitaro is kissing or sleeping…with any of us…do we?”

“Motoko you have learned much since you left the family compound to study on your own, and I am more proud of you that I could ever say.” Tsuruko said as she bowed to her younger sister, which caused her to blush and mutter a low “Tsuruko-nee.” “I think that each of us should write a list of what requirement they will have to be able to perform. Then Haruka, Mutsumi, and I will see to their…reprogramming.” She said with a smile.

“I think that what we need to do is get Kaolla to reprogram them for us.” Haruka said as she dropped a hand gently onto the blonde’s shoulder. “What do you think Kaolla-chan? Can you change their thought processes enough to make them of some use to us?”

“I don’t know Haruka-san, they are awfully silly. If I change them to much, their families might wonder if there is something wrong with them, and disturb our work. I can obviously use my punishment chair to reconfigure the synapses in their brains to increase their mental understanding of our suggestions. Of course, we will then have to deal with a couple of perverts who are actually smart enough to get away with something. That means getting into their neurological sequences to erase the tendencies we do not wish them to have. In addition, I will have to change their thought concerning women. If they are to be retainers then the will need to find wives of their own, because none of us will want to deal with the constant reminders of their disrespectful pasts…”

At this, the young giajin drifted off into her own thoughts as her friends wondered just how intelligent she really was.

“Whatever you think is the best way to deal with them Kaolla, is what we will do.” Mutsumi said, as she kisses the forehead of the younger girl.

“Okies Mutsumi, everybody give me a list of what they should be capable of and a list of what they shouldn’t do and I will get to work reprogramming them.”

The thought of having two of Japan’s biggest perverts running around gawking at then had sealed their fate in Haruka's eyes. It seemed to her to be a kind of poetic justice that they would end up as a type of slave to the girl’s needs to have a security force that would ignore their chosen lives of sexual freedom with Keitaro. After all, they had mentally tortured her cousin for years and now they were going to see that they would be quite undisturbed. Laughing to herself at the irony of the situation, she made her way to the small teashop and hotel coming in far behind the rest of the girls.

Knowing what was going on and still not quite believing it, she check her large carpet bag to see what the impetuous Naru had passed off to her. Just as they had planned, the bag contained nine pregnancy tests.

The rest of the day was spent enjoying the springs and talking with one another. Keitaro though this was a fine way to spend the afternoon, until Motoko caught him unawares and whipped him with her damp towel. He yelped in surprise and leaped forward to dodge the next one and slipped, landing face first between Mutsumi’s bounteous busts. Thus began the girl’s favorite game so far, see how many times they could maneuver Keitaro into a sexual position without him being aware of it. He was pushed, pinched and snapped with towels, each time land in as position that not two months before would have gotten him sent into orbit, however now he was laughing and gong along with their little game, and although his taut backside was red with a couple of welts from the towels and pinches, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

The entire situation was like a haven for the young man. It was here, amongst his closest friends and lovers, that he had finally found the happiness he had been seeking most of his young life.

He knew that when he had first arrived at the Hinata dorms that he had been a very lonesome individual. Even his two closest friends, whom he know planned to brainwash into some kind of subservient position, more often than not used him as an outlet for their own frustrations and jokes, now he had true friends in the girls that for years had made his life one of adventure and trust. Granted the first couple of years with them had been frustrating. Almost as one, they had tried to remove him from existence on his arrival. However, day after day and year-by-year they had knit themselves into a family. The fact couldn’t be ignored that they had proclaimed themselves to his as his lovers. He had now fulfilled that with six of them, and the last three often told him that they were anticipating when they would get around to being included in the lustful accounting of the house. He still found himself embarrassed by the thought of these beautiful women wanting anything to do with him, but he was grateful that the Kami of fortune had chosen to smile on him in such a manner.

“Hey Keitaro, I need you to come with me for a minute.” Kaolla’s voice cut through the din of their game. “I have finalized the routing system to reprogram the idiots and now I need your voice imprint to activate the pathways that will make them want to serve us without disturbing our privacy.”

“Sure Kaolla-chan lets go,” he replied. However, before he could take a step towards her he was suddenly blasted off his feet as an explosion rocked the spring.

He was unable to see much after that, the smoke was so dense that he could barely see his nose much less any of the girls around him.

When the smoke cleared, his first reaction was to visually seek out his girls. Naru and Mutsumi were shielding Shinobu with their bodies. Motoko and Tsuruko were both kneeling on the flagstones, swords drawn, trying to clear their lungs and eyes of the noxious fumes that was permeating the area. Haruka was kneeling over a small blonde figure. Keitaro couldn’t tell who it was at first, until he heard Haruka muttering in a foreign tongue he had come to recognize as mol-molenese. That blast had hurt Kaolla-chan! Searching frantically for the source of the explosion, Keitaro wanted nothing more than to turn the individual inside out when another smaller explosion knocked him into the fence.

He saw stars and then he saw a pair of legs approaching him through the smoke and haze. Letting his gaze drift upwards he found himself staring at one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was dressed in what seemed to be strips of leather that were wrapped around her body. Her bust was large and the three-inch wide swath of leather barely seemed to contain her ponderous globes. Her legs were very long and despite the glint of metal that denounced the weapons she had strapped to them, he found himself reacting despite the danger she posed.

At first she seemed content to just stand there and let the chaos she had caused soak in, but all too soon she moved like lightning and stuck Haruka, who was still busy trying to revive Kaolla, in the back of the head with a small mace she pulled from the small of her back.

“This is the mighty Hinata crew?” She asked by way of introduction. “This is the group that demolished Koda and his thugs? You lousy worms are not worth the time it would take for me to kill you. Oh I will kill you all, do not worry about that. I just do not understand the reason that I was sent to dispatch you. You are all obviously too amateurish to pose me a challenge. I will tell you, though it might sound silly, the reward for seeing you all dismembered is quite high. You boy according to my instructions are to watch while I destroy each of your lovers. Perhaps when I am done I will see why so many women would fall for a dorky little twerp like you. I might even keep you as a pet, if you are as good as you seem, for several months or maybe even a year or two. In the end, you will go the same route as these girls. I will hand your head to them that sent me. I am just glad that I arrived here before my twin. She is much more vicious than I, she would have barely looked at you before you found yourselves in your chosen afterlife. Well I must be about my duties, I cannot leave my employer waiting you know.

She disappeared into another cloud of smoke, only to reappear right next to the Aoyama sisters. With a feral snarl and tremendous leap, she drew a wicked looking blade down towards her first opponents.

There was another flash, and Keitaro fully expected to see one of the Aoyama’s bodies to tumble from the smoke. However, he expected the outcome to be, the only sound that came from the smoke was the clang of metal striking metal. He thought Tsuruko or Motoko had somehow blocked the strike, but when the smoke cleared enough to see through it a stranger stood before the woman holding a pair of war fans.

It was Kanako!

His injured sister had heard the commotion and had come down from her sick bed to see what was going on.

Her face was a mask of fury. Her eyes were red and filled with anger at the stranger that would dare attack her onii-chan and his chosen women. Swiftly and surely, she began to circle the tall beautiful woman looking for an opening in her defense. Knowing that she had limited time to stop the invader she brought her cold voice into play.

“You should have made sure that we were ALL debilitated before you attacked. Onii-chan and these girls are under the protection of clan Urashima. Wait I must correct myself. They ARE clan Urashima. Any actions against them will bring the full wrath of all of us upon your head. Not to worry though, for I do not think that your head will be attached to you for very much longer. Not to mention clan Aoyama, whose daughters are sitting over there recovering from your little gas attack. When they recover, I guarantee that you would have been better off just to ignore this assignment. You have done an exemplary job of disguising you tattoos, what level in the yakuza are you? Third or perhaps, maybe second?”

“Insolent pup!” the stranger snarled, “I am first level. I was sent by my overlord to see your pitiful clan erased. I am Tsiriki, Tona and all of you are dead.

Keitaro’s eyes bugged from their sockets when the strangers perfectly porcelain skin was suddenly covered in a web of tattoos. Snakes crisscrossed both arm and terrible demons glared at him from her legs. She seemed to be wearing less now because her back, which was covered once, now sported a trio of white tigers superimposed over lesser images. He breasts he saw as she circled his sister now showed a relief of a preying mantis an each one and a huge tarantula was tattooed onto her stomach. The site of her body might have turned him on, but the site of the tattoos drove his lust from him, only to replace it with stark terror. This woman had killed many times for her overlord, and now his little family was now the target of her vocation.

“It is too bad that you won’t be able to tell your sister of this fight.” Kanako said, snapping his attention to what was going on across from him. “When this fight is over we will have won and you will have been humiliated. I do not think that your overlord, your daddy or uncle I would suspect, will be too pleased at your failure. The least they will do is take away your rights and freedom to play with your little toys. Actually, I believe the punishment they usually make women bare, is they are demoted to permanent prostitution. You will have to please all of the men you despise so much. Kami only knows if they will allow you to keep any children close by you. A disgrace like that usually prevents you from raising your children, if you live to have any.

Kanako’s words must have been closer to home that Keitaro thought, because the next sound he heard was the murderess’s scream as she lunged forward in a vicious thrust attack. Faster than he could follow his crazy sister sidestepped her and struck her with a clubbing backhand with a warfan. He couldn’t tell whether or not his sister was on the defensive side, or offensive, as furious as the battle was going. The two women were moving so fast that he could barely follow the fight.

One moment his sister was swatting the enraged female with a closed fan, the next she seemed to be stumbling backwards, trying to keep the whirling katana from opening a wound in her belly.
For what seemed like eons, they traded blows until the yakuza assassin struck low and slapped the flat of her blade against the wound on Kanako's inner thigh. Kanako immediately went down screaming in agony.

“Fighting wounded were you? To tell the truth, I could barely tell. Perhaps I will allow you to live, yes. Perhaps you will be the one forced to prostitute yourself to the men of my choosing. It is really a shame that someone with your level of training has to be wasted like that. You would have made a great underling for me. In fact, you and I might have been good lovers. It is well known in the darkest circles that I can accommodate ether sex with impunity. No matter, you are finished and I have won.”

“I do not think you have won,” Kanako said as she started to laugh uproariously. “I do not think you have even come close to winning a fight against us.”

“How do you mean?” snarled the assassin. “I have beaten you and your friends are going to be debilitated for another hour. There is no possible other outcome than your defeat.

“I do not think my friends are debilitated at all. In fact I think they are rather angry and ready to see to your punishment.”

“This discourse is ridiculous. They is no possible way that…”

Her words were suddenly cut off because when she turned around she was now face to face with the Aoyama sisters. Each held a sword at the ready, Motoko the Hinata blade, Tsuruko the blade of her family. The resulting silence was so thick that a knife would have been needed to cut it.

The fury of the activity that followed was beyond Keitaro comprehension. Steel flash and rang as the assassin found herself facing not one, but three women bent on her destruction. He knew first hand that facing an angry Aoyama was akin to willingly sticking ones head into a hive of bees and from the surprise and frustration showing on her face, she was learning as she fought.

Every time it looked as if she were going to gain a single step, she was suddenly assaulted from the other side. Weapon, after weapon was sent flying from her grip, or was shattered by one of the special attacks that the sisters were famous for. Soon the frustration that showed on her face was too much for the now beleaguered woman and she leapt in the air in a vain attempt to escape. Vain because Haruka had recovered and her sash was now winding firmly around the woman’s wriggling body, encasing her like a mummy.

She fell into the hot springs with a sickening splash. Her body then floated lifelessly in the warms water of the spring, bobbing and rolling with the flow of the water.

Motoko raised her sword to finish off the bloody intruder when a voice cut through the tension.

“STOP, do not kill her.”

Kaolla was at the edge of the pool, crawling weekly towards the ruby colored mummy.

“Kaolla, this woman could very well kill us all. If we let her live she just might. Moreover, you, Naru, Mutsumi and Shinobu are going to bee weak for quite awhile because of her gas attack. Why would you want to save this woman’s life?” Haruka seemed visibly upset and confused at the young gaijin’s actions.

“Because Haruka we need two women for those two idiots in the cave!” the blonde just about exploded. “Even after I modify them, their chances of finding two women on their own are slim to none. Their reputations have ruined any chances they have to make a decent match. Secondly, she has a sister who is supposedly even more efficient and adept than she is. By probing her mind, I can try to come up with a defensive strategy that will give us a chance of defeating her.
The only reason I would kill her is if she hurt Shinobu-chan. Shinobu is sick, this is true. So are you, Naru and Mutsumi, and I am as well, yes? If we kill her, I might never find the antidote for the poison she used. It is bad enough with her, trying to undue the effects without her will be twice as hard. Moreover, if Naru is right I will need to se if her poison is known to have a negative effect on babies. That is why she must live, to prevent this from happening to us again.”

When she finished speaking, she broke down crying. She was still bawling her eyes out when Tsuruko and Haruka placed their hands on her back in an attempt to comfort the distraught young woman.

“Kaolla-chan only you would know that we needed information from her to cure those of us that were affected the most by her gas attack. I am proud to have you as a sister. You have truly earned you place with us today.” Tsuruko said as she ruffled the blonde’s platinum hair.

“That’s correct. You were also the one that helped us locate Shinobu. If not for your invention, she might have been lost forever. So why are you crying?” Haruka added.

“Because, ‘sniff’ if Naru, Tsuruko, Mitsuné, and you and Shinobu are pregnant I do not know if I can find the cure in time to save our little ones.” Kaolla wailed even louder.

“We are all no more than three weeks along. I am sure we will all be ok long enough for you to come up with an antidote. Why else are you upset?”

“Because I was supposed to get to be with Keitaro tonight and now I will have to wait until everybody’s ok!” the diminutive terror said as she cried even louder.

It was preposterous. It was ridiculous. It was completely absurd. It was so outrageous that within minutes every conscious person there was laughing so loud that the nearest neighbors thought a lunatic had escaped the hospital.