Rosario Vampire Fan Fiction ❯ He Who Fights Monsters ❯ Side Chapter One: Silk Over Steel ( Chapter 13 )

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Rosario + Vampire:

He Who Fights Monsters…

Side Chapter One: Silk Over Steel

Lemon Content Warning.

Written by: Hawker_748

Tsukune stifled a yawn as he made his way back to his apartment, his suit jacket folded over his arm and his tie and collar loosened. He’d come to truly dislike these afterschool staff meetings. They were always too long, spent too much time talking about things without taking any real action, and most annoyingly kept him from doing any prep-work for his classes, or running, since they always went on until after dark. He might have a reputation as someone not to mess with, earned quite literally over other people’s dead bodies, but even he wasn’t willing to try running after dark.

As usual, the Headmaster had put in an appearance, once again stressing the importance of teaching the students of Youkai Academy to blend in with humans in the outside world. Tsukune privately believed that the only positive step the robed administrator of the school had made in that regard was setting him up as a teacher in that field. And even that was probably some sort of attempt at penance for bringing a human there in the first place, inadvertently forging him into the most feared of all.

Tsukune had to work very hard to maintain some control whenever he started thinking about the Headmaster; the ‘man’ had effectively ruined any chance he had of having a normal life, forcing the human to rely on his atavistic instincts in order to survive. While he could visit the human world, he no longer fit in there, his propensity and willingness to use violence made it risky for him to spend too much time in it. He’d brutally assaulted a former bully who wouldn’t back off during his first trip back, and his own lack of remorse made him realize how much he’d changed.

The human let out a long breath, trying to calm himself down before he got home. Getting mad at the Headmaster accomplished nothing, Tsukune knew he couldn’t do anything to him, he was powerful on a level far above anything he could ever hope to achieve. But Tsukune had decided that if he was ever diagnosed with a terminal illness, he was going to try to drive his fist right between the smug administrator’s glowing eyes. Even if he was killed immediately afterward, the look on his face would be worth it.

Reaching the top floor landing Tsukune allowed himself a hint of a smile as the door to his home came into view. He’d survived yet another day, something he never took for granted, even for a single moment. He was also hungry, and Keito would probably have dinner ready. Of course, if she hadn’t, he wasn’t about to complain; Tsukune didn’t mind cooking, and he certainly wasn’t going to suggest to Keito that it was just her responsibility.

The human hadn’t survived this long to end up getting killed over a stupid domestic squabble.

Approaching the door Tsukune froze mid-step. The light under the door, it wasn’t there. The human still had a tendency to leave all the lights on all the time, even though it occasionally annoyed Keito. While he was out she’d turn them off, but she’d usually switch them back on before he returned. But now only the faint light of the moon came from under the door. It had happened before, it might mean nothing; perhaps Keito had dozed off on the sofa again, or maybe there’d been some late business with the Enforcers. There was no reason for Tsukune to assume the worst.

Taking a quick look to make sure there was no one in the hall with him, Tsukune silently drew his knife from behind his back. Holding it at the ready, he stealthily approached the door, focusing his hearing for any sounds that didn’t belong. Slowly twisting the knob, he pressed his lips together when he found it unlocked. Keito didn’t lock the door when she was home, but it wasn’t like her to have lights out if she’d simply fallen asleep. With practiced ease Tsukune stepped out of his shoes and eased the door open, frowning at the darkness within, only moonlight streaming through the windows.

In the uncharacteristic gloom Tsukune realized there was also some faint light flickering from under the closed bedroom door. Noiselessly closing the door behind him and throwing the bolt, the human stood stock still, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He didn’t hear anything moving in the shadows and in a few moments he could see that the kitchen, living room, and den were empty, leaving only the bedroom. Flexing his grip on his combat knife, Tsukune briefly eyed the floor lamp in the corner. He wasn’t considering it as a light source, but as the spear he’d modified it to function as in a pinch.

After some quick contemplation he discarded the idea; it would be unwieldy to carry into the bedroom, and there were a few other improvised weapons within easy reach once he stepped into the room. Moving as silently as a thief, Tsukune approached the bedroom door, suppressing fears that someone had attacked Keito while he was out. Everyone at Youkai Academy should have known better, and if someone had hurt her, or worse…?

That person wouldn’t live to regret it, Tsukune decided. It wouldn’t matter if he had to burn down the school and everyone in it, they were dead.

Steeling his nerves, Tsukune gripped the doorknob, and after a quick breath threw the door open and lunged inside, knife up and at the ready, his eyes sweeping across the room. He quickly realized that the flickering light source had been a number of candles placed throughout the room. Instead of the ambush he’d been expecting, the human was relieved to just see Keito in the room, even though her appearance was a little different from what he was used to seeing.

Thwip!

Having let down his guard and taken an opportunity to take a closer look at the redecorated bedroom, Tsukune was astonished when Keito launched a strand of web at his hand that held the knife, trapping it in his grip. He didn’t even get the chance to stare uncomprehendingly when she roughly jerked on it, spinning him around abruptly and nearly making him lose his footing. Another strand of webbing wrapped around his free hand, and with a few deft movements the spider woman had his hands secured behind his back. It seemed almost an afterthought when a third silk line caught his ankles and sent the already off-balance human to the floor.

Shaking his head to make the spinning stop, Tsukune managed to get to his knees, his hands pinioned behind his back, the blade sticking out at an odd angle. “Keito, what the he-”

Slap!

Keito struck the bound human hard enough to make him see stars. “Silence, mammal,” she hissed.

“…huh…?” was the most coherent reply Tsukune could manage.

Slap!

Apparently even that had been too much, as she struck him with her other hand, leaving both his cheeks sore and burning. “I said quiet,” she told him with palpable malevolence.

Once he managed to make the room stop spinning, Tsukune strained against the spider silk that bound him, trying to do it without looking like he was, but it was resistant as it had ever been. Now that Keito wasn’t trying to knock him senseless, the human finally managed to take a good look at her. He felt his breath catch in his throat. ‘Is that her swimsuit…?’ Tsukune idly wondered, his eyes tracing over her entire form. Keito was ‘dressed,’ for lack of a better word, in a pair of black shiny stiletto boots that reached well up to her inner thigh. Two bands of shiny black material extended from between her legs heading upwards, just covering her areolas and reaching her graceful neck. Her long purple hair was held up with a pair of chopsticks, and her arms were covered up well past her elbows with black opera gloves.

The human felt his mouth begin to water as his eyes slowly roamed over every detail, his prick unconcerned about his current condition, going hard in his slacks.

The spider woman’s eyes were apparently drawn down by his excited state, and they narrowed. She walked closer with a slow strut, her boot heels clicking on the floor, just standing arrogantly in front of the human. “So the mammal likes what it sees…?” Keito purred, lifting her right boot and using the toe to rub the tent Tsukune was pitching.

Tsukune grunted between clenched teeth when Keito’s boot pressed against him, and not very tenderly either. It wasn’t painful by his definition of the word, but it was easily uncomfortable. What really hurt was when she used the same toe to abruptly push him onto his back. If it hadn’t been secured by the webbing, he would have dropped the knife, and Tsukune figured he was lucky he hadn’t been cut by his own blade.

Now on his back, knees splayed open even though his ankles were lashed together, Tsukune could only watch as Keito extended her right leg, dragging the tip of her boot over the defiant bulge in his pants. He struggled to keep silent as she slowly traced out its contours, a cold faint smirk on her visage. The human wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when Keito eased her foot back, but he was brought back to his senses when she reached down and effortlessly tore open the front of his slacks, the ripping fabric loud in the quiet room.

“Those were handmade…”

Slap!

“Degenerate human…” Keito growled. “You try to act civilized, but look-” she nudged her boot back against the bulge in his underwear. “-at the end of the day you’re still just a horny primate.” The spider woman used the stiletto heel to pull down the waistband of Tsukune’s boxer shorts, allowing the rampant hard-on to spring out in the flickering candlelight.

Tsukune stifled a gasp when Keito rubbed the tip of her boot against his throbbing erection, the coldness of the leather sending shudders up the back of his spine. He tried to shy away from it, but he could barely move, and Keito was easily able to keep her foot against him. She seemed almost amused at his pathetic attempts to avoid contact, a cool smile on her face, before her eyes narrowed dangerously. Tsukune couldn’t keep himself from crying out when she pulled back her toe and placed her heel on his scrotum and pushing in not hard enough to injure, but more than enough to hurt. He froze, realizing that attempting to get away was pointless, and that moving only made it more painful.

Keito watched the trapped human for a few moments, contempt on her face, before she stood on her left toe, precariously balancing on it while her heel was resting on Tsukune’s most vulnerable point. She saw him blanch when he realized what she was doing, noticing that he went rock still, holding his breath even as he did everything possible to keep her from losing her balance. The only part of him still moving was his cock, and it took her a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t doing the expected thing and withering.

“It looks… bigger,” she told him with a belated amazement. “You like being subservient to a superior species? At least you know your place…”

Tsukune wished with all his heart that his body hadn’t decided to betray him. As much as he wanted to shrink away from the boot that was threatening his manhood, it traitorously swelled even larger, the tip of it even brushing up against the sole of its potential destroyer. As afraid as he had been for its safety, he almost sobbed in relief when Keito pulled back her foot, making the pain go away and allowing him to breathe again without having to worry about emasculating himself. He struggled to get himself back on his knees, not wanting to be so powerless on his back.

The spider woman sneered down at the helpless human at her feet, her eyes narrowing again as she tilted her head to get a better look at her boot. “You soiled it,” she growled dangerously. “Look at the filth you got on my boot.” She lifted her leg and placed the toe right before his eyes, causing Tsukune to cross his eyes briefly before looking back at her.

There was a slight smear on the shiny surface of the leather, but it’d only be noticed by someone who was conducting a military level inspection of the boots. ‘What’s gotten into her?’ Tsukune wondered about his wife. He hadn’t really had much time to think about what had happened, and he still wasn’t sure if this was her idea of fun, or whether she’d finally tired of being with a human.

Any further considerations were cut off when Keito abruptly tried to push the tip of her boot between his lips. “Why are you hesitating? Clean it!” she snarled.

Tsukune tried to turn his head to avoid the leather intruder, but Keito brusquely forced it into his mouth. One last look up at her showed no traces of humor or mirth in her eyes, and the human did the only thing he could, managing to pull his head back far enough to lick the slick surface. Once he’d passed his tongue over the spot that had so annoyed the spider woman, Tsukune looked back up, expecting to be let go.

“Keep going, clean it all…”

Tsukune wanted to balk at this treatment, but he rationalized that it would keep Keito mollified if he continued. Deciding he had no choice but to go along with the order for now, he gave the boot a much longer lick, slowly dragging his tongue over it, at the same time discretely using the knife that was webbed to his hand to try to cut away the strands of spider silk, knowing that it would take some time to get free.

Keito watched Tsukune giving into her will and for the first time her expression softened a little. Her smile was indulgent, the look of someone who has finally gotten what they’d been expecting. The sight of the human on his knees before her, being totally submissive, in spite of his well-known history of extreme violence was heady wine to her. Feelings of power washed over her, a sense of utter mastery threatening to burst out in a maniacal laughter while the human made her boots shinier with his saliva.

The leather didn’t feel completely smooth against Tsukune’s tongue, the fine lines and textures especially noticeable with the adrenalin that was flowing through his system. The scent of it flooded his nose as he licked and explored the surface, thankful that Keito didn’t seem to be too worried about how thorough he was being, or she’d have probably made him clean the sole as well. He continued to lick his way higher up the boot, it was more comfortable to do it without having to bend down as far, and because his body would also block her vision as he struggled with cutting himself free. He thought he heard Keito making some sounds that were familiar, but he tried to not let himself get distracted by that.

His knees were getting sore from resting on the hardwood floor, his ruined slacks making it harder to find a position that was comfortable as he ran the tip of his tongue up the length of the boot, like it was some kind of oddly shaped ice cream pop. Tsukune stifled a hiss when he felt the point of his knife scrape against his wrist as he covertly struggled to free his hands. He felt a few strands break against the edge of his blade, but his hands were still held secure, the spider web refusing to let its captive go easily. The human licked all the way to the top of the boot, his cheek brushing against Keito’s inner thigh, a different, but familiar scent wafting into his nose.

Keito abruptly seized Tsukune’s face by his cheeks, the opera gloves warm against his skin. “Now the other one,” she directed, her voice a little huskier than before. She watched him lower his head to her toes again, a thrill running through her system, and a tingly warm dampness appearing between her legs.

Tsukune slowly drew his tongue up Keito’s left boot, noticing the unique textures of the shiny leather surface. It was quite different from when he’d lick her legs, nowhere near as smooth or warm. The mental comparison made his erection throb even more, and he couldn’t keep from realizing that even with the far from gentle slaps, he hadn’t begun to go soft. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been this rigid, twitching in time with his heartbeat, the tip already wet, being so hard it was painful. Tsukune licked higher and higher, Keito’s scent overpowering the smell of the leather, trying to keep his arms still even as his knife sliced more strands of spider silk, allowing him to move his wrists a little more. He had just reached the top of the second boot, and was considering giving the alabaster skin a quick kiss when Keito took a step back, almost causing him to fall flat on his face.

The spider woman seemed to squirm a little, before lifting her right leg and resting her stiletto heel on Tsukune’s left shoulder blade. “You’ve made a mess of me somewhere else,” she murmured, placing her crotch inches away from the human’s face. “Clean this as well…” Keito bit her lower lip when she felt warm breath brushing against her.

Gazing at the sodden strips of fabric that barely covered Keito’s lower lips, Tsukune could see that her inner thighs were glistening, her natural lubricant coating her skin, its scent strong in his sinuses. He could have attempted to resist, made a half-hearted passive-aggressive gesture to pay back for the slaps she’d given him, but the thought never even crossed his mind. He shoved his head the few inches into her fragrant cleft and forcefully licked the soaking garment, tracing the outline of her lips through her clothes. After a few frantic strokes of his tongue, Tsukune turned his head slightly and tried to clean off all traces of moisture from her inner thighs.

Keito let out a deep hiss as she felt the heat from Tsukune’s tongue even through her coverings. She used her boot to hold his head tighter against her, letting out a deep throated moan when she felt him divert his attentions from her most sensitive areas. While the feel of his tongue on her thighs was quite pleasant, she felt his mouth was better used elsewhere. Using her right leg she pulled Tsukune even tighter against her, his shirt cinching up under her boot. Placing a gloved hand in his hair she grabbed a hold of it between her fingers and ground his face between her legs, twisting his head so his lips were where she wanted them.

Grunting in pain from the rather unsubtle attempt to let him know what he was supposed to do, Tsukune caressed the front of Keito’s outfit with his tongue, his spit unable to make the fabric any wetter than she already had. Her scent and taste were almost overwhelming as he lapped the flimsy barrier between them, but he could still hear her frustrated moans at not having touched her directly. Tsukune used his nose to try to nudge the covering aside, not having that much luck, but eagerly exploring what was exposed. He could see the outer side of her left labia, and her silky purple hair was matted down from all the moisture. He pushed his nose into the sodden hair and breathed in deep, letting himself get intoxicated by the enchanting aroma. The human worked to slip his tongue under the outfit and explore the sensuous delights he knew were hidden under it, even as he covertly kept working to cut himself free, the slack forming around his wrists telling him he was getting close.

Keito felt flashes of heat as Tsukune explored with his tongue, his warm appendage feeling almost like a serpent as it wiggled between her legs. She was breathing between her teeth as her mate showed just how familiar he was with what she liked, even with all the constraints he was under. When he managed to probe especially deep under her outfit, brushing delicately against a swollen nub of flesh, she almost lost her balance. Keito managed to keep on her feet, but she decided to make things a little easier for the both of them. She pulled Tsukune’s head from between her legs, a thin strand linking his tongue and her moist slit before it snapped.

She was pleased by the disappointed sounding whine Tsukune let out, and the way he had struggled, albeit pointlessly, against her efforts to make him stop. Keito crouched down and pushed the two longest fingers of her right hand between his lips, smiling faintly when he sucked them into his mouth, and trying to lick her hand as well. She let him do this for a few moments before she drew them back slowly, noting he tried to keep them between his lips, leaning forward until he almost fell over. Playfully slapping his cheek with her now wet and shining gloved hand, Keito abruptly grabbed Tsukune’s tie, wrapping it once around her fist, then turning away, dragging it behind her like a leash.

Tsukune nearly fell over yet again when Keito yanked on his tie like she was trying to drag a recalcitrant dog. He managed to shuffle along on his knees, his ruined pants forced even further down his legs, as Keito slowly sauntered towards the bed. She made a show of letting her hips sway from side to side, her heart shaped ass practically uncovered by a strand of fabric that went all the way to her neck. The stiletto heels clicked loudly on the floor as she swaggered arrogantly, knowing she was in total control and loving it. Tsukune struggled to keep up with her and use the chance to cut more of the strands binding him.

Reaching the bed, Keito sat down on the side of it, still keeping a grip on Tsukune’s tie, watching with an amused air as he managed to shuffle himself in front of her. A quick glance down confirmed that he hadn’t gone flaccid at all; his veiny shaft was still throbbing, obviously wanting some release. Keito nuzzled it with her right boot, not missing the way Tsukune groaned at that, before leaning back and lifting the same leg and resting the heel on the edge of the bed.

The unspoken direction was obvious.

Tsukune didn’t hesitate to comply.

The human leaned forward and began eagerly lapping between Keito’s legs, trying to force his tongue under the edge of the outfit that kept him from probing where he wanted. Tsukune could feel the spider woman’s lower lips through the fabric, and her thighs were completely drenched from her moisture, her scent transferring to him as he rubbed his face against her. He nuzzled against her barely concealed pussy, but it wasn’t enough for him, and he suspected it wouldn’t be for her either.

Tsukune was fed up with Keito being unreachable, despite being so close, so tantalizingly close that he could see her shape through the outfit. From licking it he was pretty sure it wasn’t leather, but all that really mattered to him was that it was in his way. Tilting his head, extending his tongue, and managing to work his teeth under it, Tsukune bit down on the fabric. Clenching his jaw and bracing himself, he savagely yanked back his head and used his entire body to pull away, the cloth resisting briefly before ripping, a piece of it in his teeth as he fell onto his side.

Shaking his head briefly to clear it, Tsukune took a moment to remind himself to never do anything like that again; he still had all his teeth, but he was sure a few of them were loose. Getting back to his knees, he made a final mental note to make a dentist appointment, and quickly used his tongue to make sure none of his teeth were about to come out. All thoughts of dental health were forgotten when he saw the results of his efforts. The twin strands of fabric were hanging loosely, covering Keito’s nipples only by force of habit. Her pussy was completely exposed, her purple hair matted down by sweat and her own excitement, her inner thighs glistening wet in the flickering light. The delicate folds were dripping, the coral pink skin the loveliest sight Tsukune had ever seen. Shuffling forwards on his knees, Tsukune buried his face between Keito’s legs, letting the heat and moisture flood his senses.

Keito put her head back and moaned languorously when she felt Tsukune’s tongue brush up against her. He showed no trace of subtlety or hesitation, plunging his tongue deep inside her soaking hole, thrashing it inside her as far as he could reach. The human was rubbing his face against her, bumping against her swollen clit, the sensitive nub of flesh sending sparks up her spine. His warm breath caressed her, heating her up even more, causing wonderful tension to start building up. “That’s right,” Keito slurred, letting herself rest on her elbows. “Keep doing that… Know your place…”

Tsukune plunged his tongue deep inside Keito, fresh waves of her juices flowing over his face. Without stopping his efforts he glanced up, finding the far off, dreamy look in her eyes to be captivating. She whined when he pulled his tongue out, but the cry that came from the back of her throat when he gently sawed his teeth on her clit told him she didn’t mind it too much. Tsukune let out a muffled cry when she threw her left boot over his shoulder, her strong leg pulling him tight against her.

Keito felt her hips pushing up against Tsukune’s face, not at all willing to have him stop. The moans that escaped from between her lips long and lustful when he took her labia alternatingly between his lips and sucked deeply on them, the right, the left, and the right again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet, the sheets were going to be soaked, maybe even the mattress as well. When Tsukune paused in his efforts for a moment, possibly to take a breath, Keito reached down with her right hand and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face back against her fragrant junction and ground wantonly against him.

It was only well practiced reflexes that kept Tsukune from yelling out in pain when Keito damn near tore off part of his scalp. She obviously wanted him to keep going, but she could have just asked; it wasn’t as if he was unwilling. When he resumed probing the deepest depth of her quivering pussy, her grip relaxed a little, but she still wasn’t going to let him go. From the way she was panting now, and how her head was lolled back, her face flushed and her mouth open, he didn’t have long to go before she finished. Tsukune thrashed his tongue even faster, struggling to keep inside of her from the way she was bucking her hips, her scent covering him now, his shirt wet from what had seeped down. With a final twist of his knife he felt his wrists go free, but he didn’t stop his efforts, continuously driving Keito on as he used his now free hand to try to cut the binding on his ankles.

Keito had fireworks going off in her mind, Tsukune’s lips and tongue relentlessly pushing her to orgasm. He was brushing against nerves that were wonderfully sensitive again and again, not giving her a chance to clear her head. His hot tongue wriggled and wiggled inside her, teasing her wickedly, lapping up the lewd fluids were seeping endlessly from her precious entrance. The noises she heard coming from her mouth sounded as primitive to her as she’d accused Tsukune of being.

Tsukune was moving his tongue as fast as he could, no longer able to keep his focus, simply licking everywhere he could reach. Heat and wetness were his whole world now, his actions only guided by the way Keito moved and the sounds she made. She was panting desperately, her face twisted in a way that almost looked painful, her grip on his hair getting tighter. When he pulled his tongue out of her pulsating pussy, noting how it seemed to clench at him in an attempt to keep him in, and bit down on her clit, she pulled him even tighter against her and let out a shriek. Now hooking her right leg with her left at his shoulder blades, Keito thrashed violently, her ass lifting clear off the bed as she came, Tsukune’s hoarse cries of discomfort muffled by her slick inner thighs. A virtual torrent of wetness washed over his face, the taste of her musk all over his lips as she spasmed, all the tension that had been built up being released in a mad rush.

Keito struggled to catch her breath as her body was rocked by an earth shattering climax. She was covered by a sheen of perspiration all over her body, even wetter between her legs, and she was going to have to let the boots air out to keep them from reeking of sweat. As she panted deeply she felt Tsukune twisting between her loins, and she let go of his hair and released her hold on him. He started nuzzling her inner thighs, but Keito was sure he was just trying to clean his face a little, it had to be sopping wet. She’d let out a flood of her juices when she came, and he’d been right at the epicenter.

Blinking his eyes to clear away the moisture, Tsukune saw and felt Keito relax as she savored the aftermath of her orgasm. His cheeks and chin were as wet as if he’d just stepped out of the shower, and his tongue was tired from all its exertions. His ribs were sore from being tightly clenched in the throes of Keito’s pleasure, but it was far less than anything he’d endured when he’d first arrived at Youkai Academy. But what the human was far more aware of was the way his iron hard cock was aching, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

And that his knife had just cut the final strand that lashed his ankles together, completely setting him free.

Slowly and carefully, Tsukune shifted his legs, getting ready to make his move. Setting the knife noiselessly on the floor, he clenched his fists and opened them, testing to make sure they’d do as he wished. He let his breathing get slower, slumping his head and putting on a show of being tired, keeping a close watch on Keito. She still seemed to be indulging herself in the experience, putting her head back and looking at the ceiling, a contented smile on her lips.

‘Now,’ he thought.

Tsukune shot to his feet, flinching as pins and needles made themselves felt as he stood up. Before Keito had a chance to even react he’d grabbed her shoulders and pushed down hard, forcing her flat on the bed. Forcing his body between her legs before she could shove him away, Tsukune let his weight rest on top of her, trying to keep her pinned down.

“You filthy human, what are you doing?” Keito bellowed. She hadn’t figured on him getting free, her webbing wasn’t supposed to be easy to escape. Now this sweating, lowly human was on top of her, soiling her with his contact, and the hard firmness she felt jutting out from him disgusted her with its audacity. “I’ll kill you for this outrage…”

Tsukune ignored her, nosing aside the strips that covered her breasts, and voraciously attacking the flesh underneath. Taking a stiff nipple between his lips he sucked on it deeply, the salty taste of Keito’s sweat mixing with the lingering flavor of her pussy on his tongue. The hard nub of flesh got even larger in his mouth, and after a minute or so he switched to the other breast, latching on to the nipple and feeling it swell as well.

Keito continued to struggle against Tsukune, letting out an involuntary groan as her body betrayed her, sparks of pleasure shooting from her breasts to her mind. She cried out in surprise and outrage when the human’s hand brusquely rubbed against her dripping slit, two fingers brazenly pushing between her glistening lips to probe into her warm depths. Keito could feel her body involuntarily grasping at the intruder, Tsukune’s fingertips brushing against her slippery passage. Her eyes went wide when she realized the arrogant hardness of his cock was poking against her inner thigh. “Don’t you even think of it,” she warned.

Tsukune ignored the implied threat, continuing to roughly kiss, lick and bite Keito’s mounds, focusing mostly on her rock hard nipples. Her upper body was shiny now, from her own sweat and his saliva, lapping up the salty fluid as if it was a life giving elixir. He continued to pump his fingers into her pussy, savoring the warmth and tightness of Keito’s soaking hole, using his thumb to flick against her erect clit. After a minute he withdrew his hand, not missing the disappointed whimper she let out and brought the fingers to his lips, sucking them clean.

The spider woman was getting ready to shove the human off of her, and possibly through the wall, when Tsukune shifted his position and effortlessly rammed his iron hard prick between her engorged lips, forcing it in as far as he could reach. Keito arched her back and cried out at the sudden rush of stimulation that almost overwhelmed her nervous system. She struggled to regain a semblance of control and met Tsukune’s eyes. “You worthless mammal!” she spat “I’m going to devour you for-”

The rest of the threat was cut off when Tsukune crushed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue into Keito’s mouth and rubbing it against her teeth. Keito froze for a second, and then she enthusiastically began to return the kiss, discarding the role play she’d maintained from the moment Tsukune had entered their home. She ceased her mock struggles and took hold of the back of Tsukune’s head with her right hand, her left reaching down to the small of his back. She hooked her legs around him, grasping him securely as he continued to hammer into her.

Tsukune breathlessly broke off the kiss and moved his lips to Keito’s throat, leaving a trail with his tongue before kissing the slick skin, punctuating them with sucks and the occasional bite. He heard the spider woman cooing softly, her slender fingers working their way into his hair, this time more gently and sensually. Tsukune craned his head forward and carefully took Keito’s right earlobe between his lips, sucking the delicate fold of skin into his mouth and gently nibbling on it.

Keito let out a languid moan as Tsukune suckled on her ear; she’d never known that she would come to relish that. Using her left hand she grabbed the end of Tsukune’s shirt and pulled it up, wanting him free of the garment to feel his skin against hers. Without ceasing his efforts on her ear he tried to unbutton it before giving up and tearing it open, the buttons flying away. Tsukune managed to chuck the offending piece of clothing off, leaving him with only the tie around his neck. He let her earlobe slip out of his mouth and lowered his head back to her tits, sucking on them like a hungry baby.

As his tongue swirled around the hard dark nipples, Tsukune continued to piston his cock in and out of his wife’s incredibly tight sheath, obscene wet noises marking every thrust. Detaching himself from the well moistened bud of flesh, Tsukune moved his face so it was just inches above Keito’s, meeting her eyes as the two of them writhed together. He could feel sweat beading up all over his body, and there were drops falling from his nose and chin, splashing against the spider woman’s face. She pulled her head down towards hers, kissing him roughly and forcing her tongue into his mouth, where it thrashed against his own, like two snakes duelling.

Tsukune’s scent was almost overpowering to Keito now; the salty sweat from his exertions, her own lingering aroma from the time he’d spent with his face between her legs, and even the faint lingering hint of his soap and shampoo. It was so heady, so enticing, and so arousing for her, even if he hadn’t been fucking her so hard that the bedsprings were creaking, the headboard banging on the wall. Keito was shoving her hips up to meet Tsukune’s thrusts, wanting him to plunge even deeper with each wonderful stroke, the head of his cock scraping against her well lubricated walls, stimulating already sensitive nerves, speeding her towards another orgasm.

Breaking the frantic kiss with great reluctance, Tsukune reached behind himself and took hold of Keito’s hands, pushing them down to the bed over her head. He then lowered his head and dragged his tongue along the sweat filmed skin of her right underarm, smiling mentally at the stifled gasps she let out.

Keito was not ticklish. Not at all. She’d made that very clear to Tsukune very early in the physical part of their relationship. She wasn’t holding back giggles, not at all, she just found it mildly irritating whenever he licked in certain places. It was just the stupid physiology of her human form that sometimes made her laugh. But in addition to making her not laugh, it also sent thrills through her, and any not laughs were quickly drowned out by pleasured gasps and rising cries.

Letting go of Keito’s arms, Tsukune took hold of her shoulders, pushing himself up as far as he could. He paused in his thrusting only long enough to make sure he was stable, then slammed his dick as fast and as hard as he could, feeling his face start to contort as Keito’s pussy gripped him like a vice. Tsukune could feel his balls tightening up, his built up tensions preparing for a mad rush of release. Keito slipped her hands to his ass, pulling him down with each stroke, a ready and expectant look on her face.

Keito let go of Tsukune’s thrusting ass with her right arm and moved her gloved hand to his face. The human took her two longest fingers into his mouth and sucked on them deeply, eagerly taking them in as far as he could. Pulling his head back until the fingers slipped out with a pop, he turned and kissed her palm, nuzzling her hand with his face. After a minute he leaned his head down and took hold of the cuff of the glove with his teeth, pulling back to peel the garment from her sweaty arm. It took some effort, but the human was finally able to pull it off, tossing it to the side with a quick flick of his head.

Tsukune then resumed nuzzling the now exposed skin, taking the fingers back into his mouth, tasting the sweat that covered them in a shiny film. Keito let out a soft cry, using her free fingers to delicately stroke the side of his head. Despite his efforts to hold back, Tsukune had seen and done too much to be denied any longer, and he managed to turn his head to remove the fingers from his mouth just before he heard himself let out a stentorian groan as he came, his world going grey around the edges.

Keito saw Tsukune arch his back and go rigid, and a rush of silken fire was launched into her, three jets of his ropey semen splashing against her already slick walls. This wave of heat gave her the final push over the edge of the abyss, and the spider woman let out a scream as all the tightness that had been building up was released in an explosion of pleasure, an intense shuddering orgasm momentarily short circuited her higher reasoning. She pulled Tsukune tight against herself, his sweaty skin making him slippery, as she gripped his shoulders and clenched both her legs around him. Keito could feel his harsh gasps next to her ear as he struggled to catch his breath, his body also quivering like a tuning fork after his own climax.

Tsukune lay in a heap in Keito’s embrace, unable to move even if she hadn’t been holding him so tight it was almost painful. She was murmuring softly in his ear, not forming words, but the sounds she made were both comforting and loving. The flickering lights from the candles cast soft shadows throughout the room and was reflected in the sweat droplets that covered both of them. Tsukune nuzzled the side of her head, idly noticing that it felt different with her hair up like it was, gently kissing Keito’s earlobe, feeling her run her fingers through his hair, far more tenderly than she had earlier.

Keito savored the closeness, the sweat not bothering her, and the weight resting on her was negligible to her; if she’d wanted to, she could have launched him straight up at least fifty feet. Even through the ceiling. In the back of her mind, a part of her chose that moment to remind her that she had once believed that her human form had no redeeming qualities. Tsukune had certainly proven otherwise, showing her what her human form could do, or have done to it. One of her own kind would never have done anything like this to her, and Keito had decided some time ago she’d never consider giving Tsukune up, regardless of what it might lead to.

After five or so minutes of intimate silence where he finally caught his breath, Tsukune used his arms to push himself up, feeling his now flaccid member, still engulfed by the spider woman’s warmth and his own seed. But when he tried to pull away to lay next to her, Keito used her legs to hold him in place.

“Don’t move, this is nice,” she told him, stroking his cheek with her bare hand.

Tsukune relented; it wasn’t if he didn’t enjoy being in her grasp, and she’d let him know that he wasn’t heavy. “What brought this on?”

Keito gave him a sardonic smirk. “You’re always in a bad mood after these staff meetings,” she reminded him. “I figured you’d like to forget all that.”

Tsukune chuckled. “No argument there,” he agreed. “But what about…” The human gestured with his hand, not quite sure just how to put it.

“As I was getting things ready, I got to thinking about things I always wanted to do.” Keito gave him a feral grin “I got to kill two birds with one stone.” She noticed Tsukune flinching almost unconsciously when she caressed the side of his face. “I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”

The human shook his head. “I’ve had worse,” Tsukune replied truthfully, smiling softly as he looked into his wife’s violet eyes.

Keito gently pulled Tsukune’s head down and pressed her lips against his, the two of them sharing a passionate yet tender kiss. Then the kiss ended and a scowl twisted her features, and she grabbed a hold of the human’s lower jaw with her gloved hand. “Pathetic mammal,” she rasped huskily. “Is that all you’ve got…?”

Tsukune felt his eyes narrow, a defiant sneer pulling at his lips. Bracing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed himself out of her grasp, roughly breaking the hold her legs had on him with his hips, pulling his rapidly swelling prick out of her sticky pussy. Taking a hold of Keito’s outer thighs, he abruptly flipped her over onto her stomach, using his knees to spread her legs. Tsukune lifted her up so she was on her knees, her ass in the air facing him; he could see her juices flowing down between her thighs, with his seed slowly dribbling out of her as well. Without any delicacy he reached down with his left hand and undid Keito’s hair. Taking hold of a handful of it he wrapped it twice around his fist and pulled it back until she had to bend her head back. Gripping her right shoulder with his other hand, Tsukune forced his once again hard cock between the spider woman’s soaking pussy lips, plunging deep inside her already christened passage.

Keito let out a guttural growl as Tsukune’s hot hard cock instantly filled her up. When he pulled back only to thrust back in with a primitive violence, the force of it would have knocked her forward had she not been held up by her hair and shoulder. Each vicious stroke was marked by a harsh grunt as Tsukune abandoned any sense of rhythm or technique, simply rutting with her like some lowly animal. His cock was grinding against her drenched passage, churning her insides and whatever amount of his cum that hadn’t dribbled out. An obscene sloshing, wet sound came from where Keito and Tsukune were joined, with the staccato slaps of his balls striking her a counterpoint.

Tightening his grip on Keito’s hair, Tsukune slipped his right hand down her bare arm until he reached her slender wrist. Closing his fist around it, he yanked up on it, causing her to lurch forward, only managing to keep from going face first into the bed by laying on her left arm. Tsukune held the arm out to the side, pulling against it and her hair as he continued to pound away at her with all the fury and aggression he could muster. Keito was crying out as he slammed into her, her body still trying to keep him deep inside her at all times.

Keito turned her head and looked over her right shoulder, glaring at the man who would dare treat her like this. She bared her teeth at him and gave him a glare that would have killed most men. “Is this your –huhhh- best?” she jeered. “You call yourself a –unnnh!- man? Fuck me!” She twisted her right arm in Tsukune’s grasp and seized his wrist, holding on tight.

Tsukune let out a primal hiss. When Keito had turned her head her hair had pulled tight around his hand, holding it as securely as a rope. She wasn’t holding his wrist gently either, and he felt his bones creaking in protest from the pressure. Letting out an animalistic growl he tightened his own grip on her wrist in response, pulling back on her hair like he was trying to break a wild mare. Keito’s expression got even harder, but she resisted moving her head, keeping her eyes locked onto his, open defiance clearly visible.

The two of them were slamming against the other with the subtlety of two freight trains colliding, the entire bed and frame shaking violently from the combined efforts. The headboard was striking the wall with such force that the impacts knocked a picture off the wall in the living room. Neither was willing to give or accept quarter, determined to see the other falter before they did. Keito was naturally stronger, but Tsukune had been putting his life on the line for years, and he’d had to struggle hard in order to survive.

Keito’s face was twisted, her mouth open from the cries and gasps she let out as Tsukune sent waves of stimulation through nerves that had already been overwhelmed twice before. He was moving as fast as he could remember, showing no signs of slowing down, fucking her with literally everything he had, the head of his cock impacting on a particular bundle of nerves about two inches in, and every time he did, it made Keito’s head swim.

Tsukune struggled to keep moving, by now quite experienced in working through pain. His hands felt like they were going numb, the pressure from Keito’s hair and vice like grip cutting off circulation. He was sweatier than if he’d tried to run ten miles at a full sprint in July, the torn remains of his slacks chafing his lower legs, rivulets of perspiration running down his face, as well as his chest, back, and shoulders. If he’d been willing to take even a momentary break, less than a minute would have allowed him to get some air and remove the ruined clothing, but he’d drop dead before he’d give in. Breathing hard through his mouth, his throat raw from the effort, Tsukune continued to feed his prick into Keito’s sodden entrance. It felt like sliding into a scorching hot, wet silk glove covering a fist of iron. Her pussy was spasming wildly, feeling almost like it was beating like a heart, and he tried desperately to think of something else to hold off his imminent orgasm.

Keito was panting again, even though she kept her eyes locked onto Tsukune. His face was contorted as if in agony, and his eyes were wild, unfocused, and barely even looked human anymore. There were hoarse cries coming from his mouth, but the spider woman knew she wasn’t any better off; she’d been letting out quiet shrieks when the tip of Tsukune’s member scraped against that bundle of nerves inside her, flashes of lightning going off in her mind. She was pushing back desperately against his thrusts, their bodies slapping together in a frantic tattoo, her body craving release, but not before she finished Tsukune off first.

Then the human had an almost panicked look come over his face, and he gave one last crazed thrust, almost lifting her up with its violence. It happened to rub Keito in exactly the right way in exactly the right place; a scream was torn from her throat as her entire body trembled, her fragrant cleft the center. Waves of ecstasy crashed into her like a tidal wave, a literal flood of her juices came flowing out of her, running down hers and Tsukune’s legs, drenching the bed linen and mattress. She screamed again as a second orgasm crashed over her before the first had even had the time to properly pass.

Tsukune felt Keito’s pussy start quivering around him, a sudden rush of liquid warmth bathing him, and with a powerful cry he fired off his seed deep inside her. He went as rigid as a steel girder, his back arching as he fought to stay buried in her, the way she was shaking making that difficult.

Tsukune’s essence firing into her was even hotter than her own body, and Keito heard herself letting out a keening wail as even more pleasure overcame her and threatened to drive her mad. After cumming what felt like half a dozen times, the spider woman was physically devastated and went as limp as an overcooked noodle. The human was in no better shape and he collapsed on top of her, his deflating prick slipping out of her, and a rush of their mixed fluids came burbling out, further enlarging the wet spot on the bed. As they both gasped for breath, sweat making their skin sticky where they touched, Keito reached with her free hand –Tsukune was still holding her hair, and they still had each other’s wrists- took hold of Tsukune’s head and pulled him close for a frantic, passionate, but exhausted kiss.

As their tongues rubbed up against each other, Tsukune opened his fist and slowly undid his hand from Keito’s hair, and they let each other’s wrists go and let their fingers intertwine instead. The kiss went on in the slowly darkening room, as some of the candles were starting to burn out. They let their lips part, and their breathing began to slow down as they got their wind back.

Tsukune was the first to regain some composure. “I love you,” he whispered.

Keito leaned forward, pressing her sweat soaked forehead against Tsukune’s. “You’d better,” she murmured. The spider woman slowly rolled onto her back, giving the human a chance to move with her. She wrinkled her nose when she heard the squelching noise the sheets made as they moved, and she made sure she wasn’t laying on the expansive wet spot. She felt overheated, sweaty, tired, and a little sore, but Keito also wouldn’t have traded her feelings for anything. Tsukune laid on top of her, his head resting on her breasts like they were pillows, and she reached down to playfully run her fingers through his hair. “So why’d you have your knife out?”

Tsukune let out a breath. “The lights were all out, I thought maybe something had happened.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Keito replied, her lips turned up in a somewhat gentle smile. “And if someone had tried something, what would you have done?”

There was no hesitation. “Kill them.”

The sound Keito made sounded almost like a purr. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.” She noticed that Tsukune seemed to be having trouble staying awake; he still hadn’t removed the remains of his pants, or his tie. “You’re worn out?”

“That was a little more effort than usual,” Tsukune mumbled.

“And it was appreciated,” Keito assured him, hugging him close to her. She stroked his back in silence for a while, their skin slowly drying off as their sweat evaporated in the still air. “I’m lucky to have someone like you…”

“That’s my line,” Tsukune murmured quietly, his eyes getting heavier and heavier.

“I’m serious,” she told him. “Monsters aren’t known for being loyal.”

“You don’t think I’d cheat, do you?”

“No,” Keito replied succinctly. “You’re too professional to get involved with a student, the rest of the staff are monsters, and they’d want to know what you are.”

“I wouldn’t stray even if they were all human,” Tsukune insisted.

The spider woman looked into the human’s eyes, liking the resolve she saw in them. “I know.”

Tsukune felt the corners of his mouth twisting up. “Thank you.”

“But even if you wanted to, you know I’d find out, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Besides, even if there were human women here, you’d probably kill one if you were that rough with her as you are with me…”

Tsukune was too tired to suppress a sigh. Keito was right, but that didn’t mean he had to like admitting it. He rested his head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat slowing down, a contented hum coming from him when she resumed running her slender fingers through his hair. He wanted to say more, but his fatigue was too overwhelming, he couldn’t keep his eyes open, and drifted off after just a few minutes.

Keito watched her husband sleeping peacefully, his soft breathing striking her as rather adorable, just like it always had. Even though he’d adjusted well to life at Youkai Academy, the only time he was truly at peace was when he slept in her arms, and she was fiercely protective of that. After Tsukune’d killed that perverted madslug several years ago there’d been virtually no new threats to his life, and Keito did what she could to keep it that way. There had been one student who’d made noises about taking on the most feared a year or two back, but that had been it.

She was quite confident in Tsukune’s ability to deal with the situation, but he’d been in the middle of his studies to become a teacher here, and dealing with yet another distraction was something he just didn’t need, so she’d taken matters into her own hands. It hadn’t been all that difficult; for someone who’d talked about taking over the top spot, he didn’t seem to consider that it might come back to haunt him. He’d never been very careful about his own safety, or even done basic things to protect himself, like checking if there was anyone hiding in his closet to murder him in his sleep.

He might have lived a little longer if he had.

Keito felt her smile turn predatory as she recalled that night; waking the unfortunate soul before she killed him might have seemed cruel to Tsukune, but she’d wanted him to know what was happening. The shock and sudden realization she’d seen in his eyes, followed by terror as the life went out in them had been especially gratifying to her. Crumbling a withered husk into dust and washing it down the drain had taken longer than she’d expected, and it was well after midnight when she’d returned home, crawled into bed and woke a very surprised, but not disappointed Tsukune to deal with her now enflamed bloodlust.

It wouldn’t have been right to leave a corpse behind, Tsukune might have heard about it then, and figured out her role in it. It was better for everyone if the offending student simply disappeared.

By now the only candle that was still burning was the one on the night table, casting flickering shadows over the sleeping human’s form. Keito’s smile grew softer and warmer as she watched him sleep, a warm feeling coming over her; she’d never felt it before meeting him, and she wanted to experience it as long as she lived. She gave Tsukune’s face a gentle caress, feeling his warm breath on her hand. “I love you,” she whispered.

Keito thought she saw his lips curl up a little, but she figured it must have been a trick of the faint light. Wrapping the human in a tender embrace, she closed her eyes, falling asleep just as the last candle flickered out.

End of Side Chapter One.

Author’s Notes:

This was the first story I wanted to write that I couldn’t fit into the main story without feeling tacked on. So I tacked it on after the main story…

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