Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Uncontrolled Passions ❯ A Special Night ( Chapter 5 )

Love Hina

 

Disclaimer: This episode of Love Hina is of my own creation. I do not own any portion of Love Hina. “Love Hina” and all related characters, names, etc. are ©1999-2004 Ken Akamatsu/Mixx Entertainment Inc. Love Hina is a trademark of TOKYOPOP®. All rights reserved.

 

Note: This series takes after the “Love Hina” manga and takes place during volume 14, only with some changed events here and there. Read to find out.

 

Warning! This chapter is a lemon and has descriptive parts of sex in it so anybody who shouldn't be reading this should probably go back…but if this warning hasn't deterred you…enjoy!

 

 

Uncontrolled Passions

Chapter 5:

A Special Night

 

 

Keitaro gently lies Motoko down onto the makeshift futon, his heart beating a mile a minute. `This is it,' he thinks to himself, `we're finally going to do it, and nobody's gonna stop us.' He reaches up and caresses her face, and she responds by closing her eyes and leaning into his hand. The young man leans down and softly kisses her, the swordswoman quickly returning it in full.

 

Motoko shifts her body a bit under him, moaning at the exquisite feelings of her skin against his. Her hands roam across his nude body, feeling the lean muscles tense slightly under her soft touch. She feels some moisture begin to form down in her special area and with her legs together is feels a bit discomforting so she spreads her legs apart slightly to feel better. She bites her lower lip as Keitaro cups her right breast and begins to massage it lightly. `Oh this is heavenly!' her mind gasps as a small wave of pleasure courses through her athletic figure, `and now we can finish what we started on the rooftop. I…I will give myself to him. He will be my first…and I pray I don't disappoint him in any way.'

 

While kissing Motoko, the landlord notices something slightly…off about her. The last couple times they have been together, the swordswoman has been confident and quite aggressive in their intimacy. Right now, though she is…meek and unsure. `Maybe,' he slowly thinks, `maybe its because now we're actually…naked, and we're actually gonna go all the way this time with no interruptions.' Feeling emboldened by Motoko's current timid nature, Keitaro decides to attempt to take control.

 

The young woman lets out a startled gasp as she suddenly finds her arms pinned down to the ground on each side of her. “Kei…Keitaro?” She feels her body shudder with excitement at the feral look in his eyes.

 

He leans down and begins to gently nibble on her left ear, getting Motoko to bite down hard on her lip to stifle the loud moan that is screaming to get out. Keitaro then stops playing with her ear and then proceeds to kiss his way around her neck, and down towards her chest. He pauses for a moment in front of her right breast, his warm breath instantly causing her nipple to become erect. He takes one last look into the excited woman's eyes before plunging down and taking as much as her breast as possible into his mouth.

 

“O-Oh!” she gasps as the pleasurable feelings, arching her back upwards and pushing more of her breast into Keitaro's mouth. “Mmmm…yes!” she breathes, “right there!”

 

The landlord pulls Motoko's arms together so he is now only using his right hand to hold them down. His left hand moves down and begins to squeeze and massage the swordswoman's other breast, his thumb grazing across her sensitive nipple. The young man was somehow able to get into this level of foreplay once with Naru without getting beaten to death in the process and he found that she enjoyed the entire ordeal heavily. `Motoko seems to like it a lot too,' he thinks with an inward smile. He pulls his mouth off of her breast and starts to lick and flick her nipple with his tongue.

 

The young woman shivers in delight, enjoying each moment more than the one before. She tries to free her arms to get more involved, but is quite surprised that she is unable to. Keitaro is holding her down with an amazing show of force…either that or she is unwilling to take control of the situation. She ponders on this in between gasps, groans and moans of pleasure. `I-I did not suspect that I would like being controlled over as much as I am right now, but this is so…so…I cannot describe it!' The young woman lets out a soft whimper as Keitaro backs off of her breast and moves his hand back up to join the other in pinning her arms down.

 

“You're really getting into this,” he whispers with a playful smile. “Do you want me to keep on going?” When she nods frantically in response, he begins to lick and suck her other breast and switches hands so now the hand that was holding her down is now massaging her other breast and vise versa. Motoko pushes her hips against Keitaro, his erection pressing against her hard. They both stop for a moment as he almost enters her, Motoko moaning very loudly at the ripple of pleasure that occurred from him just touching her down there. The landlord moves up so he is eye-to-eye with the young woman, both of them blushing heavily. “D-Did you like that?” Her reply comes in the form of her moving her body down more, trying to get him to rub up against her again.

 

“Please,” she says in an almost whimper, “do that again. I want to feel more!”

 

Keitaro pauses for a moment, realizing that he has, in some form, power over the young swordswoman. Smiling internally, he backs off, but keeps himself close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her body. “How much do you want it Motoko?” he huskily asks. “Tell me.” He then leans down and kisses her passionately for a brief moment then backs off, awaiting a response.

 

“I…I want it!” Motoko cries out, rearing her body up to touch his, only to have the landlord shift himself over so the distances between them doesn't change. “Please Keitaro…give it to me!”

 

The young man's eyes widen at the swordswoman's brazen and nearly desperate sounding words. “Well the lady shall get what she wants,” he mutters, `though not just yet,' he mentally adds. `I've never been in control before, and I want to drag this out as long as I can.' His free hand lets go of her breast and slowly slides down her flat, firm stomach. As he goes down further, Motoko spreads her legs even more, wanting him to take care of the fire inside that is burning furiously. His fingers brush against a soft patch of hair, which surprisingly feels as silky smooth as the hair on top of her head. `This is it. No turning back now.' And with that, he begins to gently stroke her nether regions.

 

“O-Oh God…yes!” the young woman screams out as immense pleasure flows through her, Keitaro touching her in just the right spots. `He is…*ungh*…surprisingly…good at this,' she thinks between moans and such. `How did…*ooh!*…he get so', she suddenly takes in a sharp intake of breath and groans out, “Gooood!”

 

Above her, Keitaro's grin widens, despite how heavily he is blushing. `Man, those magazines I got were right on!' He pushes down hard and rubs against a tiny nub at the tip of her sacred area furiously for a moment, watching in awe at Motoko's extremely aroused reaction. Getting a sudden thought, a not too innocent one by the way, he removes his fingers from inside the lovely young woman, despite the loud whimpers of protest he is receiving.

 

The swordswoman looks directly at Keitaro, an almost frantic look in her eyes. “Please,” she whispers, “don't stop it.” She tries again in vain to free herself from the landlord's firm grasp. The young woman almost squeaks out in surprise as he suddenly lets go of her hands, finally freeing her. The first thing she does is quickly reach down and grab Keitaro's hand, trying to push it back inside her, but he reaches over faster than she thought him of moving and grabs her hands.

 

“Do you want to take control Mo-chan?” he asks, giving the young Aoyama a new pet name at the same time. “I was about to try something on you…down there,” Keitaro begins, a large blush reappearing on his face, “but if you'd not want me to, then I won't.”

 

He starts to back off when she whispers out, “No, do not stop Keitaro. I have never felt such…amazing sensations before in my life. Please continue with what you were about to do, I won't stop you. I'll…I'll be good.” She blushes embarrassment at her words, sounding more like an obedient little child than a young woman. With a new rush of excitement, Motoko pulls her hands back and places them in the middle of her chest, closing her eyes and licking her lips expectantly.

 

The landlord takes in a deep breath, his face just inches from her most sacred of places. `I studied those magazines a lot…I really hope everything they told me was right, cause I don't want to mess up.' Before he loses his nerve, Keitaro leans in and licks her from top to bottom. The reaction is instantaneous.

 

Motoko leaps up amazingly high from her position on the floor, what the young man just did coming as a complete, and quite arousing, surprise. As she lands back onto the floor, the swordswoman quickly gets back into the position she was just in, beckoning for Keitaro to continue on. `Oh…oh my!' her mind squeaks out. `That felt very, very good!'

 

Feeling a bit bolder, the Tokyo U student moves his head very close between Motoko's legs, his nostrils flaring at the musky, yet quite interesting scent of her while his hands wrap around her upper thighs, holding her in place so she doesn't leap up again. With a small smile, he licks her again, only this time slower and with more force, pushing down hardest at the small nub at the top, getting an enthusiastic groan in reply. Remembering something else he read in his `collection', Keitaro lets go of her left leg, freeing his right arm. He then uses his fingers to slowly spread open the folds of her sex, his tongue digging in more and relishing at the amazing taste inside.

 

Motoko grips the sleeping bag on each side of her as she rears her back up, wave upon wave of pleasure rippling through her lean body. She is unable to put together a single coherent thought at the moment, only the urge for Keitaro to keep on pleasuring her.

 

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Back in the Hinata House, Kitsune desperately tries to subdue Naru from trying to run outside, knowing that the cold outdoors will make her best friend's condition worsen. “Come on girl!” the older of the two firmly says, blocking Naru's escape path, “going out now's not gonna do you any good. You're just gonna get yourself sicker and that won't help bring Keitaro back here faster.” She mentally sighs at her friend's crestfallen expression.

 

Naru pulls the thick blanket that Kitsune gave her tighter around her body, staring down at her feet. “Where did I go wrong?” she mutters out loud. “I got into Tokyo University and I was together with Keitaro who loves me…and I love him too…I had everything I'd ever really wanted. What did I do to deserve this?” She feels hot tears stinging her eyes, the recent images of Motoko and her Keitaro in a passionate embrace on the roof burning its way deep into her memory

 

“You tell me,” the fox-eyed girl replies, walking over to a small cupboard by the phone, opening it and taking out a small candle, a candle holder and some matches. She quickly lights it and places it down onto the table between them. Kitsune sits down across from her friend and crosses her legs, two cups of saké suddenly appearing in her hands. “Here,” she offers, “I'm pretty sure you need this right now, it'll help loosen up your stubbornness so I can get some good answers.”

 

The young woman gives her friend a patronizing look, but accepts the drink, downing it all in one gulp. She cringes lightly as it burns its way down her throat. “That stuff's strong,” she rasps out, much to Kitsune's mirth, who then refills her friend's cup for her. Naru drinks it all up again, only this time a lot slower to avoid that nasty burning feeling. As she finishes, the long haired girl lets out a large sigh, a light flush now gracing her cheeks. “I just don't get it,” she complains, sounding more like a confused child at the moment instead of her normal, pervert bashing self, “he loves me, right? Doesn't that mean that he's willing to wait for me or something when I'm ready? I thought I was a few times, and I really, really wanted to, but something didn't feel right so I pushed him away. I'm good at pushing him around,” she adds, a buzzed giggle escaping her.

 

“Did you ever tell him you weren't ready? Did you ever tell him why you were pushing him away?” She takes Naru's silence for an answer. “I thought so,” she mumbles, shaking her head while her face adopts an angry expression. “Damn it girl! You know how sensitive and insecure Keitaro is. You kept on pushing him away with no explanation and then started to ignore him. What'd you think he was gonna do?”

 

“He shulda waited for me!” she slurs out, the alcohol starting to take its effect on her. “He luvves me…he shulda waited forever.”

 

“He probably would've waited for you forever too Naru…if you told him why you were pushing him away from the start.” Kitsune shakes her head in dismay. `God damn!' she thinks to herself, `she can be even denser than Keitaro at times, and I thought that was impossible!' She takes a sip of her vintage brand saké before speaking again, “Now you've messed up real bad. You pushed the one guy who was completely devoted to you away too far and now Motoko's gone and put a new claim on him, and she's giving him all the lovin you've been denying him…” she suddenly leans forward, her face very close to Naru's, “…and if she hadn't of gone in like she did, I probably would've.”

 

Naru's head snaps up, shock, fear, confusion and anger all passing through her eyes. “W-What d'you mean Kitsune?”

 

The slightly older woman sits back down, rubbing her temples furiously. `What do you think I mean you stupid idiot!?' she mentally shouts, starting to loose her cool. “All of us here loves that big goof on some level, me included. There's just something special about him that you have to love. If I got with him and he showed me the same love and devotion he showed you, I could live the rest of my life a happy woman…and I'm speaking for all the girls here.” She stands up and stretches her legs. “You might've lost this battle to Motoko, but the war's not over just yet. When Keitaro gets back, take him aside and talk to him…you might still have a chance if you're truthful and don't give him any lame shit like you usually do. I'm grabbing a spare futon and goin to bed in my old room, night.” Kitaunse walks over to the stairs and slowly climbs them, thinking, `I hope she makes the right decision…and where the hell did Kanako disappear to?' she adds, looking around the dimly lit main room in confusion.

 

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Some distance away, Kanako treks through the dense foliage all around her, desperately trying to find her beloved oniichan. She shivers as a swift cold breeze passes by, wishing that she had wisely brought a light jacket with her before she left the Hinata House, though she had more important things on her mind at the time, like the image of Motoko in Keitaro's arms, both of them almost completely naked and kissing with quite a bit of fervor. “Oniichan,” she softly whispers out loud, placing her hands over her heart, “why couldn't I be the one in your arms? Why can't you love me the way I love you?”

 

The young Urashima leans against a nearby tree, sighing loudly. She looks up at the dark, star filled sky, the tiny little specks all forming in the shape of her dear Keitaro's glorious smiling face. As she starts to let out a rare genuine smile, an imaginary fist suddenly appears from out of nowhere and strikes her oniichan in the face, sending him far off into the distance, becoming nothing more than a star once more, leaving a grumpy looking demon girl in his place.

 

“It's always her fault!” Kanako growls out, balling her hands into fists. “That damn psycho girl Narusegawa! She's caused oniichan far too much pain and suffering and no she's gone too far! Just when he was willing to give himself to me, she came in and ruined everything and pushed him into the arms of another woman!” She feels hot tears stinging her eyes and becomes even more infuriated. “That's twice Naru has made me cry…she will pay for her crimes!” She turns around and stomps back to the Hinata House, intent on dealing out some punishment to a certain long haired, deceiving, attempted Keitaro stealing bitch. “Just wait a little longer oniichan,” she mumbles under her breath, “once I'm done taking care of some unfinished business, I'll come back to get you…and maybe you can finally return the love that I've never stopped giving you.”

 

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Motoko begins to buck her hips as she feels her climax quickly approaching. She reaches down and begins to massage both of her breasts, adding to the incredible pleasure she is practically melting in. `O-Oh God!' her mind screams. `Th-This is so wonderful…and its just with his tongue!' She suddenly gasps as she feels herself about to come. “Kei-Keitaro,” she stammers out, “it…it's *ooh!* time!”

 

The young man nods and keeps on pleasuring, putting her needs before his own as usual. `Motoko risked a lot to be with me,' he thinks, `and I'm gonna make sure she doesn't regret this night at all.' The swordswoman lets out a loud moan as she bucks her hips violently, reaching her climax. A warm, somewhat thick liquid suddenly begins to pour into Keitaro's mouth, which he finds to taste rather interesting, considering its source. Her moves away from her sacred area as she finally stops coming, her sexual secretions dripping from his mouth.

 

The raven haired beauty grabs his head and pulls the landlord in for a fierce kiss, finding the taste of her own fluids to not be unpleasant at all. She pushes him back after a few moments, a new fire burning in her eyes. “That was…incredible Keitaro! I want to feel everything now…so please…be gentle.”

 

With another nod, the Tokyo U student moves himself back a bit, situating himself on the proper position, his arms on either side of Motoko to keep himself up while her arms are resting on his waist. His eyes never leaving hers, Keitaro slowly enters her, feeling the young woman underneath him tense as he pushes further into her. As he goes as far in as he can, he finds something off. `Wait a minute…where's her…um…what's the word…hymen? I thought all virgins have one and its broken their first time or something.' His eyes widen slightly. `If Motoko doesn't have one…then that means…' he gives her a questioning look.

 

The swordswoman, as if sensing the question, looks away in shame. “Do you remember when my oneesan first visited,” she quietly begins, “and we battled in the hot springs after she found out that we lied to her about being engaged.” When Keitaro nods slowly, she continues, “the final strike she used to defeat broke more than just my honor as a swordswoman and my sword Shisui…it also broke…that,” she nods downwards. “That was why I was crying and so hurt then…three things that were sacred to me were stolen all in a single moment: my honor, my sword and my…my innocence.” Sad tears begin to pour from her eyes, the pain too much for her to take at the moment.

 

Keitaro, paining him greatly to see anyone in any amount of grief, leans forward and kisses the young woman softly, taking one hand off of the floor to wipe away her tears. “Please don't cry Motoko,” he whispers, “you're far too incredible of a woman to be sad at anything. I promise I will always be here to help you through any bad times you may have in the future.”

 

Motoko, knowing how seriously her landlord takes his promises, kisses him deeply, putting every fiber of love inside of her into it. Her tears of grief and pain are quickly replaced by tears of happiness, now feeling a lot better. She lets out grunt of disappointment as Keitaro begins to pull himself out of her. She grips his hips and pulls him back in, her eyes fluttering rapidly while she moans loudly as pleasure, even greater than before, ripples all through her. Motoko looks him directly in the eyes, mentally commanding him to continue.

 

With a barely concealed shit eating grin, he does as he is told, slowly pulling himself out and then pushing himself back deep inside the beautiful female specimen underneath him, the pleasure quite intense for him as well. With each thrust, he pulls himself out a little more and moves a little faster, his brain somehow functioning just enough to remind him that his magazines said that this helps to increase the passion and pleasure to both parties involved. Soon, he is practically exiting her completely while thrusting in quite fast.

 

Below him, Motoko is awash in pleasure. She just had an orgasm and is now working on her second, wrapping her legs around Keitaro to help him thrust in her easier while her hands grip his waist tightly and pull him in faster each time. “Oh! Oh God yes!” she screams out. “H-Harder…*MOAN*…Faster!” She rears her head back and her mouth opens widely as he obliges and she feels her climax approaching faster, this one being much larger than any of her previous ones. The young woman suddenly lets go as her body convulses a bit, starting to orgasm again.

 

The Urashima male moans as he feels her clench tightly around him as she reaches her climax, his own rapidly nearing. `Kami…I can't take much more of this,' his mind strains out. Just as Motoko finishes her orgasm, the landlord feels his about to come. Acting quickly, he pulls out and turns around, grabbing some conveniently placed tissue nearby and letting go, sighing as he comes.

 

Motoko sits up, straining a bit as she does so due to her recent activity, and watches the young man in front of her with confusion. “Keitaro…” she slowly begins, “why didn't you do that…in me?” She feels her face heat up in mild embarrassment.

 

Keitaro turns his head to the side to look at her, a sheepish grin on his face. “I…uh…I didn't want you to get…pregnant or anything.” He swivels around to face her, tossing the used tissue aside. “I figured that's one problem you don't need right now, especially since you're trying to get into Tokyu University. Having a baby would make it hard for you to study properly for your exams and classes when you do get in.”

 

The young Aoyama's expression of confusion is quickly replaced by one of happiness and love. `To think that even in a time of such great passion, he cares enough to take away from his own pleasure to ensure that I stay safe and happy. He truly is one of a kind.' With a beautiful smile, she crawls into his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She gives Keitaro a soft, yet caring kiss before saying, “If I had known that you would have done such a thing, I would have told you that I…I am `on the pill' as they say.” At his questioning look, she adds, “Tsuruko gave them to me the last time she visited, saying that they `could prove quite useful in the near future.' I took one the day before we first started…our new relationship. I am safe to have relations if I so desire,” she reaches down and begins to stroke him slowly, quickly helping him to become erect again, “and I desire you.”

 

Without saying another word, she lifts her pert behind off of Keitaro and situates herself properly before lowering herself back down, his excitement sliding deep into her as a sweet, “O-Ooh!♥” escapes her. Capturing his lips in hers, Motoko gives him a passionate kiss, rocking up and down slowly. Her hands dig through his hair as their bodies slide against each other sensually. “Keitaro,” she throatily begins, her voice sounding very sexy and sending shivers of excitement down the aforementioned man's spine, “this has been the greatest night of my life…thank you.”

 

The young man smiles at her, shaking his head lightly. “No Mot…Mo-chan, you shouldn't be thanking me. If anything, I should be thanking you. I was in a right state and you've helped me out of it. If it weren't for you…I…I just might've killed myself earlier.” He caresses her cheek. “You're my savior, and for that I owe you everything.” He gently grabs her hips and slides them both over onto their makeshift futon to be more comfortable. He then lies down on his back, making Motoko the one on top, resuming the position they were using earlier on the roof of the Hinata House before they were so rudely interrupted. The landlord, with a mildly perverted smile, keeps one hand on the beautiful young woman's waist while the other moves up, rubbing against her stomach and tracing her ribs before resting onto her left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as he covers it.

 

The swordswoman moves her own hands on Keitaro's chest, her fingers pressing down onto his collarbones. With an enthusiastic grunt, she begins to bounce up and down faster and harder, his excitement feeling amazingly good inside of her sensitive sex. Now in control, she moves at her own pace, which is surprisingly a bit faster then when the landlord was thrusting himself inside of her just a little bit ago. A part of her mind idly recollects that this is exactly like the perverted dream she was having before Keitaro interrupted to borrow the Hina Blade. `I…I suppose dreams do come true,' she thinks while continuing her pace atop her love.

 

The young man removes his hand from her breast and slides it back down to her hip, gripping them tight and timing his thrusts with Motoko's and getting a moan of pleasure from the young woman each time he fills her with his entire length. She sits straight up and bounces up and down even harder, Keitaro spearing deeply into her.

 

After several minutes, she feels her beloved tense under her, meaning that he is about to reach his climax, hers not too far behind. Desperately wanting to feel his seed inside of her, she increases her pace to an almost impossible rate, her training helping her to do so. Keitaro suddenly grips her hips tightly and shoves himself in her as far as he can, letting out a strangled cry as he comes again, also triggering the swordswoman's orgasm. The young Aoyama closes her eyes and bites her lower lip as she feels the culmination of their passion inside of her.

 

When they both finish, Keitaro softly pulls out, leaning forward and pulling the cover of their futon over the two of them. He pulls the young woman close and kisses her gently. For a while, the two remain completely silent in each other's arms, felling their heartbeats slow down to a normal pace. The peace and tranquility of the moment lulls the Urashima male to sleep.

 

Motoko leans in and gives him another soft kiss on the lips, smiling as he mutters, “I love you,” in his sleep. With a sigh of content, she snuggles up closer to Keitaro, caressing his face softly. She murmurs out, “I love you too…Kei-kun,” before falling into a deep, restful slumber.

 

To be continued…

 

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Author's notes: Dude, I can't believe I wrote that! Though there other fics out there with much more explicit descriptions of sex out there, this was my very first venture into the lemon category. I'm mildly worried what everyone will think of it.

In the next chapter, one of the girls will throw themselves at our favorite landlord in a last act of desperation. The big question is, will he truly be able to resist her charms? - lighthawkdemon

Questions or comments? E-mail me at: lighthawkdemon@yahoo.com