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Here’s chapter 2, at long last. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/subscribed/favorited this story! That kind of stuff is greatly welcome. I don’t really have much to add up here except, there’s a possibility some of you might be squicked by this chapter more than the first, so be warned of that. Otherwise, on with the show.

For Want of the Understanding

“Moka!!”

Tsukune’s cry was cut short as he coughed, his throat straining from its earlier use. Blinking to clear his vision, he again stared dead ahead at what had just been revealed. Akuha had drawn his attention to that previously unnoticed curtain right before she drew it aside, exposing to Tsukune’s horror Moka, bound and gagged on another bed, her silver hair draped behind her, her red eyes trying to fight off drowsiness with glowering. Like he had been, she was almost completely naked, except for some tiny lingerie which Akuha had probably left on at some attempt of modesty. Tsukune realized, it must have Moka who made that mysterious sound when he had first woken on the cross before suddenly disappearing!

“What, what is this Akuha?” he asked, dumbfounded, trying to avoid locking eyes with Moka.

“Aiya~ Surprised?”

Walking over to Moka she stood by the top of the bed and reached down to caress her sister’s tresses, weaving them through her nimble fingers.

“I thought I’d surprise you. See? You were thinking I could’ve done something bad to Moka, but look, she’s just fine.”

“Just fine?” Tsukune spluttered. “You’ve tied her up like a prisoner. You already have me, so just let Moka go!”

Akuha sighed and shook her head, resting her chin in her hand.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Tsukune. Moka’s not imprisoned. She’s home. She’s with me, where she belongs.”

“Where she belongs?” Tsukune was stunned at her narcissism. “She doesn’t belong with you! She belongs with us, with her friends, together at the school. You can’t just take her away from that.”

“Don’t forget what we talked about before,” she warned him. “I’m the only one who can take care of Moka.”

Tsukune remembered what she was talking about. The darkness inside of Moka, residing deep in her soul. He didn’t want Moka to have to think about that, though, and he wasn’t pleased that Akuha would even bring it up.

“You are a monster,” he growled, letting his anger come to the surface.

“Now, now,” she taunted, “is that any way to talk to a girl who just fucked you?”

Tsukune’s cheeks got red hot in response, and he quickly turned his head away, unable to even look in Moka’s direction.

“Don’t say that…not in front of Moka…” he mumbled.

The hurt that had been with him since having sex with Akuha now came on full force, and he was ashamed in front of his beloved’s presence.

Akuha glanced down and saw the girl’s glare recede and her own blush cross her face.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this out of the way,” she said. Bending down, she stroked her sister’s cheek delicately. “Moka dear, I’m sorry, but I had a little fun with your boyfriend. It surprised me, too. He just looked so good, and he even had tasty blood inside him!”

Slowly forcing himself to turn back, Tsukune looked towards Moka again to see how she was reacting to this.

I need to show her I’m ok, in case she’s worried that Akuha hurt me, he thought, eventually reaching Moka’s gaze with his own, trying to communicate to her with his eyes that he was there for her.

As for Moka herself, she was split inside. She had known what Akuha said was true. Or at least, she’d sort of known. The last thing she could really remember was being at the Wong mansion and Touhou Fuhai offering to fix her seal. After that…nothing. She had a complete blank in her memory. Well, except for some odd feeling she had of distant pain, and…Tsukune. Tsukune had been there, talking to her…right? She couldn’t recall clearly. But then, she had woken up, apparently on this bed, completely out of it and unaware of her surroundings. She’d been stripped, bound, and tied up with restraints that must have been charmed to prevent her from using her strength to easily break them. It was shortly afterwards that she had started hearing some strange sounds. Sounds she had never really experienced before but still was able to recognize, almost as if by nature. The curtain had blocked her vision, or what she had of her vision at that moment, given the fog she was in upon waking, so deep had been her sleep. She wasn’t sure, but it had sounded like two people doing…that. Like they were really going at it, and enjoying it. Moka, both herself and her Outer form who was currently dormant within her, often shied away from that subject out of embarrassment (though Inner would never admit it), except for several moments when she had thought about Tsukune… Those times, when she was alone, she had actively had to stop herself from indulging her urges and keep her modesty intact. But still, in her heart, she realized that if anyone was ever going to get her to give in to any of those desires, it would be…him. Tsukune.

Which is why she swore her heart had frozen for an instant when she had heard a familiar female voice call out Tsukune’s name in great abandon. She couldn’t see past that curtain before her in that dark room, but she had definitely heard it. And then, just as suddenly, she heard—

His voice!

“Tsu…Tsukune,” she had tried to call out, but was prevented by the gag over her mouth.

The air pricked against her bare flesh, nudging her more and more coherent. Soon enough, the “activity” behind the drape stopped, and for a few moments there was silence, except for the muffled breathing that reached Moka’s ears.

“So did you enjoy that treat, little Tsukune? Actually, I don’t think calling you little is appropriate now.”

The girl the voice belonged to laughed as she said this. Moka’s mind reeled in shock and realization dawned on her. It was Tsukune in that room. Tsukune with some woman who sounded familiar. Tsukune who had just been…

I-it can’t be! Did Tsukune…?

Her mind was so distracted by putting the pieces together that she didn’t pay attention to the conversation that followed, and was caught off guard when the curtain was suddenly swept aside, revealing the room to her vision. And now, she was staring into Tsukune’s eyes, seeing the horror and regret dancing beneath them that she was sure mirrored her own. She wanted to say something to him, to make sure he wasn’t wounded, or to let him know she was ok, or something. But still she was prevented from doing so. Forcing herself to tear her gaze away from him, she looked to Akuha, seething rage beginning to boil up in her gut, spreading upwards like fire to her skull, wanting nothing more than to bite through this barrier and spit at her sister.

That turned out to be unnecessary, though, as Akuha then removed the gag from Moka’s mouth herself. Moka didn’t spit at her, however, but just stared open mouthed at the two before her.

“Tsukune…” she said, “What did… But, why?”

Tsukune hung his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

How could he bare this? There he was, naked before her, after just doing that with her equally naked sister, with her saliva even still coating his member.

“What is this?” Akuha interjected.

Glancing back and forth between the two, she decided to focus on Tsukune, since she couldn’t stare at her sister’s flawless bare body too long without feeling a blush coming on.

“What’s with the sudden gloom?”

“Akuha-neesan…” Moka began, her body trembling despite herself. Whether it was from fury or sadness, she wasn’t sure.

“What’s going on? You forced Tsukune to…to…” she couldn’t get the words out.

At that moment, Moka caught a glimpse of Tsukune. In the back of her mind, she admitted that the training she had been giving him had been doing him some good. Her eyes danced over his muscular abs and pecks, still heaving gently as he recovered from his exertion, taking note of the scars he had acquired over time.

Wait, that scar--!

Her eyes widened upon spotting a scar on his stomach that she didn’t recognize. When had that gotten there? It looked new. But that meant…

“Akuha-neesan, did you give Tsukune that scar?” she demanded, the anger clearly taking over in her mind.

Akuha turned back to her and shrugged.

“Yeah, I got mad at him for a second and cut him. I was actually worried for a second that I made the cut too deep, and that he might die. Then I wouldn’t have gotten to have my fun, and I also thought it would’ve made you sad, Moka.”

“Made me sad?” Moka echoed, her voice low. She couldn’t help letting out a grim chuckle.

“What do you care about making me sad?”

Her rage was growing more and more, bringing her emotions up to the surface. She hadn’t seen Akuha in who knew how long, and the first thing she does is have sex with Tsukune?! No, that wasn’t right. It was her. It was supposed to be her who would be with him! Screw her ice queen barrier and her half-hearted denials, she was furious.

“You don’t care one bit, that’s obvious, not when you just…you just…” she paused, her eyes widening at what she found herself about to say, but powerless to stop it.

“You took Tsukune from me!!!”

The room deadened in silence. Moka felt her stomach leap into her throat and locked eyes with Tsukune. Did she really just say that? He looked right back at her, flushed, unable to believe his ears. What Moka had just said…had she just called him…hers? He had never really been positive what she felt for him, but now, she had blurted out something like that in her passion. Moka felt the same way he did… This was certainly not how he had imagined a confession from her to be, and he was too stunned to look away, despite the swirling emotions within him. Confusion, hope, regret, love…he was too conflicted now to even form a coherent thought.

For her part, Akuha, too, had been dumbstruck by Moka’s outburst. She had suspected the worst, but now it was confirmed. Moka did like Tsukune. Her baby sister liked someone else. But more than that, Akuha felt another emotion welling up inside her. It took her a moment to realize what it was: a tinge of pain at seeing Moka actually upset over this. She thought that Moka would be excited to see Tsukune naked and would want to have a go with him next. Plus, once Akuha had tasted his blood, she couldn’t have held back if she wanted to. But she hadn’t wanted or expected Moka to be this distraught, and it was wounding her more than anything had in years. Akuha had been intending on keeping Tsukune for a pleasure toy in the future, but if it meant her sister being upset, that plan might not go as she had expected.

“Moka…” she replied gently, sadly, moving over to her and climbing up next to her on the bed.

“Don’t be silly. I wasn’t taking him away from you. I mean, you might like him, but there’s no way I’d allow such a person to be my companion. I just used him for sex, nothing more. He still wants you, as much as I may disapprove of you coupling with such a lowly creature.”

She paused, then gave a hesitant laugh.

“Well, I suppose I’m not one to talk now am I.”

Moka wasn’t amused. Like Tsukune, her feelings were all turned about this way and that, especially after what she’d just said before. She could only weakly move her head away from Akuha when she tried to touch her face. Her sister’s words, surprisingly, were offering the extreme minimum amount of comfort to her. For if she was telling the truth, that would mean Tsukune hadn’t been taken from her, not really. Not in the way that was most important. She was still horrified at the thought of Akuha and Tsukune mating, even more so when she thought of the pain Tsukune had to go through, but if she was still the one in his heart…then, that was better than the alternative. What’s more, Moka felt guilty that Tsukune had had to suffer all this trauma because of her. Akuha was her sister. It was her seal that had needed fixing in China.

All for my sake, Tsukune was hurt…

Watching her little sister, Akuha was worried as she saw the sadness creep into Moka’s eyes. She wanted to take her hurt away, but despite her boasting to Tsukune, wasn’t certain how. And her position wasn’t conducive to coming up with an idea, Moka’s perfect figure being so close to her own naked skin. Akuha had temporarily forgotten she was even nude after the shock of Moka’s outburst, but the realization was now bringing a low heat to her center, even though she chastised herself for feeling that way when Moka needed consoling. Damn her uncontrollable urges!

“Really, Moka, don’t worry!” Akuha cried out. “Umm, uhh, you can have him if you want, I’m not gonna take him from you, I swear.”

But try as she might, Moka just stared down at herself distantly.

Akuha didn’t like this. She had to do something. That Tsukune was proving to be useless after all, as he was just staring blankly in front of him, probably lost in his own fragile thoughts, Akuha figured. What the hell was his problem? Her thoughts raced.

Geez, good lay or not, he really is a helpless human after all. He can’t even help the girl he has feelings for, though I guess I’m not that surprised… What should I do? Can’t I help her either?

She paused, her eyes resting on Moka. Only a few moments later, she found herself unable to stop looking at her sister, and her mind was quickly filling up with love and admiration for the girl.

Ohh…but, but she just looks sobeautiful like that…

Her anxious eyes were gliding over Moka’s body, from her smooth legs, up her firm stomach, her full breasts covered by her bra, her gorgeous face framed with that silver mane and inset with fierce crimson eyes. Akuha couldn’t concentrate on cheering Moka up, so distracted was she by her sister’s seductive beauty. A blush fanned across her face.

Uwaah~! I-I think I’m attracted to her! She’s so pretty!! I…I have to—I can’t! Nooo I can’t help it!

She noticed Tsukune was looking at her curiously, observing her distracted behavior, but it was too late for her to stop.

Aiya~ forgive me Moka!

Before anyone could react, Akuha had seized Moka by the hair and swung her own head down to capture her little sister’s lips with a hungry kiss, sliding her tongue right into the girl’s just as she was exhaling. Moka’s eyes widened when she realized what was happening, when she felt Akuha’s moist appendage slink past her teeth. A fiery flush shot into her cheeks and robbed her of the ability to respond, making her mouth perfectly submissive to the elder girl’s as she proceeded to moan lustily against Moka, not only feeling her hormones taking over her again like they with Tsukune, but at the same time wanting to show Moka how much she cared for her and never wanted to cause her sadness. Her lips tugged at Moka’s, and the younger vampire was rendered docile in her stupor at Akuha, her own sister, kissing her with an intense passion.

Tsukune, meanwhile, watched with surprise. Although truthfully he was probably less shocked than Moka, and he’d had a hunch that Akuha harbored a strange affection for Moka, to put it mildly, from seeing her behavior in Moka’s memories. But he was certainly caught off guard by this himself. Unable to look away, as if in a trance, he watched Akuha erotically assault Moka’s lips and tongue, eventually sliding between her sister’s spread legs to continue the kiss. Feeling a small surge in his loins, Tsukune glanced down at his shaft. It had been recovering all this time from Akuha’s rough treatment, but now, seeing these two undeniably gorgeous vampire sisters swapping spit, even if it was one sided, was calling to attention his natural male hormones. His member was quickly hardening again, clearly ready for another round. However, Tsukune found it interesting that unlike his session with Akuha, he wasn’t feeling quite as much guilt and shame for his arousal as he had then. Was it Moka that made the difference? Were his feelings for her driving his lust to overpower any objections he might have? Even though she was mostly obscured from his view by Akuha, who had finally pulled away from the girl’s lips, Tsukune’s inner beast found the whole thing unbelievably sexy.

“Hahh, hahh…” Akuha was panting, recovering her breath from the mindblowing makeout, as was Moka, who finally got back enough clarity of mind to react.

“Akuha…neesan,” she said, her embarrassment palpable.

Tsukune caught a glimpse of her flushed face, strands of her silver hair draped over her forehead, and couldn’t help think how cute she looked right then. Though he quickly realized this wasn’t the time to think about that, and shook his head vigorously.

“Why… What was that?” Moka asked, breathing heavily. “W-Why would you do something like that? We’re sisters! That’s wrong! It’s unbecoming of our race!”

She peeked past her sister’s nude body and gasped.

“And in front of Tsukune?!”

Akuha let out a deep breath and scooted off her sister.

“Sorry Mokaaa~ I couldn’t help myself. You should look in a mirror sometime, you’re gorgeous! It’s just…very hard for me to resist you.”

Moka simply stared at her in response, mouth agape in confusion, the jumbled sensations she was feeling and her sister’s confession giving her a headache.

“I think it’s always been that way, really…” Akuha confessed.

Tsukune noticed with some interest how much gentler and more innocent her voice always seemed to sound when talking to Moka.

But wait, he paused, something’s off about Moka.

He glanced at her again; thankfully she was still focused on Akuha, so he didn’t have to meet her gaze again in this awkward position.

It’s strange, but she seems relatively…fine. How is it that after having the dream she had, she’s not completely breaking down or trying to viciously murder Akuha?

Tsukune wondered at this, but then it began to dawn on him.

Does Moka…not remember what we saw in her memories?

It had to be the case! Otherwise, if the memories had returned, there was no way Moka would have such a tame reaction to seeing her long lost sister again, and especially being on the receiving end of a passionate kiss. But then, if she didn’t remember…

Maybe…it’s for the best. I know it’s wrong for me to think that, but…wouldn’t it be worse if those memories came rushing back to her?

Akuha, meanwhile, was pleasantly surprised herself that Moka didn’t seem to remember anything about their last encounter. She had been a little apprehensive about that possibility before Moka woke up, but now she was breathing a sigh of relief. In fact, it was even putting her in the best mood she’d known in ages.

“I-I don’t understand,” Moka protested. “I don’t even remember the last time I saw you, and now you’ve got me tied up like this, and telling me something like that…”

“Moka,” replied her sister, compassion in her voice, “I know you’re confused. But I’m going to look after you, and help you with whatever you need.”

Tsukune glared at her for saying that, but she ignored him. Instead, she suddenly grinned and gestured towards her male captive.

“In the meantime, would you like to play with him yourself?”

Moka and Tsukune gasped.

“What are you saying, Akuha-neesan? Something like that—”

She spluttered, her pride fighting for control, unwilling to appear distressed.

But Akuha would have none of their shyness. She had been waiting for this this whole time and would not be denied. Approaching Tsukune, she grabbed him firmly by the wrist and yanked him off the bed, dragging him along towards Moka.

“A-Akuha! What’re you doing?” Tsukune stammered.

“Quiet, both of you.”

Reaching Moka’s bed, she nudged Tsukune onto it, thinking of tossing him on but realizing she wouldn’t want to crush Moka. Nervous despite his recent initiation into sex, Tsukune looked for a place to scramble to safety. But with Moka on the bed with him, he had little place else to go, finally settling on a position almost right up against her, leaning on his elbow next to her head. They were so close that Tsukune couldn’t help himself from glancing down at her. Their eyes met briefly, but they quickly turned aside, blushing fiercely. Tsukune’s mind raced at how sexy Moka looked, splayed out like that, breasts heaving under her top; her being bound was even…dare he say it, unexpectedly kinky. Moka fought with herself not to steal another glimpse of Tsukune’s solid muscles or, his impressive member. If she thought about that now, they might end up doing…

I really hope he can’t hear my heart right now…

A throat being cleared interrupted their fidgeting, and Moka’s straps were cut in a flash.

“What’re you guys waiting for?” Akuha blurted out, backing away from the bed.

“Go on. Fuck.”

Moka turned red as her eyes while Tsukune coughed loudly in surprise. Subtlety was obviously not this girl’s strong suit.

“Akuha-neesan!” Moka exclaimed, mortified.

“W-we can’t just do that all of a sudden!” echoed Tsukune.

“Oh, please. You’re still shy after I broke you in?” Akuha scoffed, taking a seat across from them. “Your tool there seems to want to take my advice.”

Tsukune tried to cross his legs, uncomfortably failing to hide his raging hard-on from the girl next to him. He could practically feel her gaze darting over to it. And the truth was, he was unbelievably ready for this. Somewhat nervous, yes, but, to be able to make love to Moka? There was no question.

“M-Moka,” he said quietly, trying to steady his voice. Even if he wanted it, Moka’s wishes came first. It was up to her. His sexual, yet violent, romp with Akuha had given him a bit more confidence in this sort of thing, but Moka was still—

“N-no, Akuha-neesan!” Moka’s voice suddenly grew in volume. “You can’t just throw us together and expect us to do something like that. And think about how uncomfortable you’re making Tsukune! No, we can’t do something so shameless!” Her face took on its familiar scowl, as if struggling to hold back the conflicting feelings within.

Tsukune froze. She…had said no. On one level he was slightly relieved he wouldn’t have to *perform* in front of Akuha. But on another… She sounded so adamant, so forceful, like her confidence had returned. Did she…just not want to be with him like that? Did she not think of him in that way after all?

Akuha was annoyed herself, a frown crossing her face. But before she could protest, Tsukune spoke up.

“Moka…” He lowered his head to look at her, forcing himself not to be embarrassed.

“I’m sorry all this has happened to you. If only I was stronger, you’d never have been taken.”

Moka looked up at him in shock.

“Tsukune, no, it wasn’t your—

“No, it’s ok,” he said, forcing a smile.

“I just want you to know, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. And I promise I’ll keep you safe, somehow. Please believe in me.”

“Tsukune…”

She watched, torn, as he made to get off the bed. But his words had touched her, and suddenly it was as if the dam within her heart had cracked, a small burst of the feelings it shielded spurting forth.

“Wait.”

He obeyed, pausing with his back to her. Moka’s heart was racing, her thoughts flying every which way as she tried to muster up the nerve to say what she wanted to say. It wasn’t easy, not by a long shot. This was crazy! Not a day ago, she had been back home, and everything was pretty normal. The shield she always put up had gotten some cracks in it, but it was still manageable. Even in front of Tsukune.

But now, this was all so much. How was she to handle this? Her Outer self vanishing, being kidnapped by her sister, held captive and now forced to do such dirty things with Tsukune? Why did it have to be this way? She couldn’t do something like that with him, because then—because then…

She might not be able to stop herself from taking that final plunge and fully admitting her feelings for him.

How could she? Participating in something like that, she would easily lose control of her heart, and then who knew what she might end up confessing in her rapture? And if she revealed her feelings to Tsukune, never mind the whole having sex part, things would change between them. Moka hesitated to admit it even to herself, but she was nervous about taking that monumental step.

Still…she was a young woman, with stubbornly persuasive urges. Even more so in this situation, on a bed with a nude Tsukune, nearly fully stripped herself. Those urges were quickly overriding even the most vocal protests in her mind and slowly, she reached out and took Tsukune’s hand in hers.

“Don’t—

Tsukune was startled at the sudden contact and the low mumble.

“Don’t, what, Moka?”

He forced himself to meet her eyes, and her crimson gaze faltered.

“Don’t…” she said, “You don’t have to go.”

Akuha’s brow perked up upon hearing this, but decided it was better not to interfere.

Tsukune was unsure what to do. He glanced over at Akuha for any sort of advice, but before he knew it, a pair of hands had seized his head and forced it back down. Moka’s small scowl only made her cuter in Tsukune’s eyes.

“Don’t look at her, Tsukune,” she ordered, voice struggling to maintain its firmness. With her earlier outburst, it’s not like she hadn’t already communicated her feelings already. She could do this.

“Look at me.”

With that, the girl forced a burst of courage and brought Tsukune down to her lips. The heat she had been feeling before was multiplied tenfold when they made contact, but she willed her eyes to stay open. She would not submit to embarrassment, even if she was finally kissing the only boy to ever reach her heart.

Tsukune’s heart was throbbing so hard he was surprised it hadn’t popped yet. Could this really be happening? He was kissing Moka! Her whole essence seemed to engulf him as they embraced, melting against each other like a perfect match. Hands began to explore new territories, gliding over smooth and scarred skin. Moka’s hands unconsciously slithered around to grip Tsukune’s ass, and squeezed. A surge of bravery rushed through him and he let his tongue flicker out to test the proud vampire’s lips, delighted to find her own appendage already outside her mouth to meet his. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined how delicious Moka would taste, or that they would even be making out like this. He moaned her name into her mouth. Feeling more emboldened by the moment, he pulled back from his angel’s lips to plant kisses along her collarbone, hovering just above her still bound breasts.

Akuha watched with amusement, though with a touch of jealousy as well, as the two settled into their kiss, as Tsukune’s body lowered against her sister’s. After she could tell they were deeply into each other, she rose and moved toward them to get a closer view. Crouching down by the bed, she instantly fell in love with Moka’s flushed face, with her soft, demurring moans. She decided she wanted to see more of her beautiful sister now, and gently sliced through her bra strap.

“Akuha-neesan!! Wha—!?” Moka gasped, making to cover her exposed chest, but was blocked by Tsukune’s head as he stealthily latched his mouth onto her nipple.

“Ahh~! Tsukune!”

She was stunned at the boy’s sexual assertiveness. Where had the shy Tsukune who blushed just staring into her eyes gone? Moka didn’t notice her sister’s grin, for Akuha knew from experience how aggressive he could get once his blood – her blood, she corrected herself possessively – stirred. She was still feeling some of that fact in the slight soreness of her hips.

But Tsukune had not paid much attention to Moka’s top disappearing. Hungrily he slurped at her firm bud, unable to suppress a growl that escaped his throat and reverberated against Moka’s flesh, drawing the loudest cry from the girl yet. Akuha felt a rush of lust shoot to her bare pussy as the sound reached her ears, and she was longer content just to be an observer. Besides, she smirked, she could recognize the telltale sign of Tsukune’s inner beast taking over, of his consciousness slipping away so he would be acting purely on instinct, and she wanted to play with Moka before she was sated.

“Tsukune!” Moka groaned again as his wet tongue trailed between her breasts. Suddenly, she felt Tsukune’s body being shifted above her and her legs being spread delicately.

“What—? Hnnng!!”

Moka quickly bit her lower lip to contain the sensation that suddenly coursed through her, as her panties were moved aside and a warm wetness started to dance along her core, flicking her nub playfully before diving inside with abandon. She knew Tsukune was still lavishing care on her breasts and neck, so that only left…

“Akuha…neesan! What are you doing?” She managed to rasp out.

But Akuha was enjoying herself far too much already to remove herself from her new treat. Whatever weirdness she had ever felt about being so intimate with her sister – not that there was a lot – vanished like smoke as the first hint of Moka’s taste upon her tongue. And so she ignored the girl’s questioning, opting instead to sample as much as she could of these delicious juices. Her tongue licked more and more fiercely at Moka’s moist folds, growing wetter by the minute, savoring her sweet cries like rich music to her ears. She thought about adding a finger or two, but decided against anything that would leave less room for her to feast.

As for Moka herself, the constant assault of pleasure on her body was taking its toll. She was still incredulous at what her own sister was doing to her, and angry at her for what she did with Tsukune, and she would probably react more strongly against it later. But for now, combined with what Tsukune was doing to her, she couldn’t really care. It just felt so good. Soon enough, she felt her vampire pride leaving her stranded in this plain of rapture, her walls being completely fogged up by her lust, and her need growing like wildfire. A moan escaped her throat.

“Please.”

Tsukune stopped his ministrations at her vague request and looked up into her face. Breathing heavily, Moka lowered her eyes to meet his, staring straight into his hazy orbs that spoke untold volumes of the passion and heat he was feeling right now. He didn’t make a move, just stared at her, and she flushed red with her own raging fire. Meanwhile she could feel Akuha’s gorging slow down, as if she, too, was curious about Moka’s desire. Matching her gaze with Tsukune, she reached down and, finding her target, placed a firm grip on his tool, tugging it towards her. Another whisper, half plea, half command. She would not be afraid.

“Please.”

He didn’t need to ask. After all they had been through, the look in her eyes told all. And he was ready to oblige. He shifted his body above her, his hips over hers, but Akuha was none too pleased about having to give up her spot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she inquired of the boy. “Did I say you could do that yet?”

Tsukune paused, unsure of what to do, but Moka was having none of that. Peeking down the bed, she frowned at her sister.

“Akuha-neesan,” she growled warningly.

Akuha cringed as if struck. An embarrassed blush coming to her cheeks, she shrunk back, not wanting her Moka to hate her for any reason.

“S-sorry,” she said sheepishly.

As she watched Tsukune line up with Moka’s entrance, she considered how lucky he was to have her sister’s favor. Otherwise she would’ve cut him down where he stood for daring to interrupt the tongue bath she was giving Moka.

On her end, Moka was steeling herself for her first time, and for the pain she knew would accompany it. She never would have thought only a few days ago that she would be losing her virginity to Tsukune at this very moment. Now the time had come. Amid the chaos their lives were going through, she welcomed this brief respite of happiness, no matter the weird circumstances surrounding it.

“Go on, Tsukune,” she coaxed him.

Gazing upon her, Tsukune’s heart skipped a beat at the heavenly creature offering herself before him. The heat in her face was still visible, that last bit of self-conscious nervousness that Moka was all too ready to sweep away. Her white tresses were splayed all around her pillow and matted with sweat against her forehead, and her full breasts heaved with every breath she took. Truly this radiant sight would never be purged from his mind.

“Alright,” he said.

“You better be gentle with her,” Akuha’s voice came up from below.

Bracing himself, Tsukune pushed forward and in one powerful stroke, perhaps stronger than he intended, broke through Moka’s barrier.

Her pained gasp made Akuha dig her nails into her palm, and she had to fight not to tear Tsukune apart for hurting her sister.

The boy paused, waiting for Moka to adapt to the new girth inside her. After breathing steadily for a few moments, she signaled him to move. Slowly he began thrusting, not believing how amazing it felt to be inside her. His hips set the tempo, and hers were quick to match. Moka’s pants turned into louder moans as her pussy was speared, feeling herself widen to accommodate Tsukune’s length more and more.

“Fuck,” a rare curse escaped her lips just before they were engulfed in a searing kiss.

“F-Faster,” she grunted into his mouth.

Akuha couldn’t believe how erotic the vision before her was. Moka’s legs raised in the air, coiling around Tsukune’s thrusting hips, trapping him against her bare, perspiring body, his chest crushing her breasts as they picked up the pace. Lips and hands were everywhere they could be, Moka clutching firmly on Tsukune’s shoulders, while his hands found a home on her tight rear, trying to bring her as close to him as possible. Watching this, Akuha couldn’t stop herself from darting forward, hungrily extending her tongue back to Moka’s pussy. Cleaning up her sister’s virgin blood, she furiously went to work around Tsukune’s pistoning cock, switching between Moka’s aroused nether lips and the slickened member plowing through them. The added pressure on her cunt only enhanced Moka’s ecstasy, and her walls clenched around Tsukune as he bottomed out inside her, his balls forcefully slapping against her with every stroke.

“Moka!” he gasped.

This was only his second time having sex, but already he seemed to know perfectly what to do. The feel of the girl he loved squeezing him as he rode her, with Akuha’s tongue flicking every so often at his exposed meat, was unbearable in the best way possible. The feverish heat and friction between their bodies turned him on to no end, and the scent of their sex filled his senses till he could practically taste her on his tongue. Moka felt the sweat from her back soaking the bed below, her damp hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks as she was impaled over and over. Focusing her vision as best she could, she saw a pair of teeth marks on Tsukune’s shoulder. Akuha’s bite. Not willing to be outdone, she leaned up and sank her fangs right into Tsukune’s neck, latching onto him as she was hammered relentlessly, their wet hips colliding with abandon. The touch of Akuha’s tongue at her puckered ass only set Moka off even further, and she wailed into Tsukune’s flesh, grasping blindly at any bit of skin she could find before withdrawing her teeth and clutching his head against her neck, panting short sweet breaths against his ear. Combined with the vigorous fucking and her sister probing her forbidden hole, her lover’s mouth nibbling her flesh pushed her sexual fever to its breaking point. The physical lust was only heightened by the deep connection they shared, the love their hearts had built over time that made them feel joined together by more than just their bodies. A few more thrusts back against Tsukune’s hips and she exploded, eyes sealed shut, jerking her pelvis up in the air, her head roughly thrown back, her mouth hanging open as silent screams passed her throat.

“T-Tsukuneee!!!” she cried hoarsely, her body spasming uncontrollably.

In the midst of climax, she was surprised when without warning she felt Tsukune raise his chest from hers, and a desperate tongue wildly trailed a wet line up her belly and to her neck. Her orgasm slowly receding, she managed to pry one of her eyes open, just in time to see Akuha’s dripping snatch descend over her face.

“Aku—MMPHH!!”

Akuha sighed joyfully at the contact. Even more delighted when Moka didn’t push her away, she frantically tried to reach her own finish. A squeal tore from her lips when Moka’s curious tongue pressed against her slit, and she ground herself even faster on the girl’s face, feeling her cunt being shyly explored and tasted. The thrill of having Moka being the one doing this to her body careened her ever quicker to her limit, and already she could feel her juices leaking out onto her precious sister delicious (and talented!) lips.

Having struggled to contain his own orgasm as Moka experienced hers – wanting to savor the expression on her lovely features and memorize how she looked when she came – Tsukune now found himself face to face with his captor…his deceptively sexy captor, who was doubled over while she fucked her sister’s face, consumed by overwhelming animalistic fervor.

“A-Ah!! Mo-Moka! Yes, keep doing that, m-morrre!”

Tsukune’s own core started coiling into that familiar knot, spurred on even more by Akuha’s begging, and he knew it wouldn’t be long now. The sight of the two gorgeous vampires in such an intimate act while he pounded one of them assaulted the last inhibitors of his own release. Driven by carnal hunger, and a touch of bravery, he reached ahead to tilt Akuha’s head up before capturing her mouth with his, swallowing a moan she had just released. Akuha’s eyes shot open in shock at this young human’s fearlessness, but she was too far lost in her sea of passion to care. Nothing left for her but to rut on Moka’s tender tongue and lips as she and Tsukune inhaled each other’s breathy gasps, his hand cupping her face and hers clasping around his biceps to anchor herself. Nothing left for him but to deliver a few more powerful thrusts into Moka and finally lose all control, spurting wildly deep inside his beloved, hips shuddering against her as his head dropped to her breasts. So complete was his finish he barely noticed Moka reach her second orgasm, coating him with more of her fluids, mixing with the seed that was now flooding into her. Akuha was not long behind them, howling out her release, drenching Moka’s face with her essence. Had it not been for Tsukune filling her with his love and her own climax, Moka probably would have been taken aback, but her mind told her nothing except to savor the strangely tasty liquid.

The three rode out the roller coasters of their passion, eventually collapsing in a sweaty, cum-stained heap. Tsukune’s body rested gently on Moka’s, feeling her heart beat through his cheek. Akuha slid off her wet, worn out perch and moved next to her sister, grabbing on to her arm and holding it close, shutting her eyes and trying to regain some energy. Blinking, Moka soon felt her senses gradually start to return, and a soreness that she hadn’t really noticed before took root between her legs.

“What…what just happened?” she mumbled incredulously.

Tsukune’s own haze was clearing, but he still only managed a grunt on her chest.

“That was wonderful, Mokaaa,” Akuha sighed, clinging to her arm.

Craning her head to the side, Moka smiled weakly at her sister, far too sated to appreciate the full realization of what they had just done.

“I never imagined it would be so good. You were so amazing.” Akuha sputtered out endless praise for the girl, who eventually turned her attention to the spent boy above her.

“Tsukune,” she said lazily.

Akuha smirked. She had seen the forceful pounding Tsukune had given Moka. Indeed, it was quite familiar to her, similar to the time she had been with him and his blood had thrown him into a sexual trance where his only care was to rut to his heart’s content. He wouldn’t care who it was with then; romance would play no part in his mating.

“Are you impressed with him, Moka? I guess he was your first time. He’s not half bad for a human, huh? Though once he gets going he’s running on instinct. That inner beast of his takes over and turns him into a fucking machine, an animal. At least that’s how it was for me,” she giggled.

Moka was still angry at Akuha for bedding Tsukune, but having now claimed him herself, her post-coital bliss lessened the wound for now. Nevertheless, what Akuha just said didn’t sit right with her pride. Or was it her pride? The idea that her lovemaking with Tsukune had been simply mechanical, devoid of real emotion, was disheartening. She made to object, but then—

“No…”

Both girls turned at the sound of Tsukune’s voice. Lifting his head from Moka’s stomach, he glanced up at them, the haze in his eyes dissipating.

“No,” he repeated, “that’s not true. That’s not how it was this time.”

Moka blinked. Akuha stared curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that didn’t happen. I-it wasn’t just instinct. I knew the whole time it was Moka I was with.”

As he spoke, Moka felt her heart flutter.

“I didn’t lose control or anything this time. Maybe it’s because…”

He paused, gathering his courage.

“Maybe it’s because it was with…you, Moka.”

Quiet trailed upon his confession. Tsukune felt flushed, and tucked his head down meekly.

All of sudden, Akuha felt a small, yet keen aching sensation somewhere inside her. She frowned, bringing her hand to rest on her collarbone.

W-what is this…?

Gathering her strength, she crushed the feeling down. She let out tiny sigh of relief as the tension passed. And yet, she had no idea what had brought that pricking pain about. Her cheeks heated, she turned away from both of them. She was definitely not going to let anyone see her even the slightest bit rattled.

But Moka was speechless. As her brain processed what Tsukune had said, a small smile played along her lips, and a rare warmth filled her entire body.

“Tsukune…” she started, when Tsukune’s head fell suddenly upon her body, signaling the overworked boy had let sleep carry him away. Allowing herself another smile, her fatigue overcame her as well. Her head lulled to the side, onto Akuha’s shoulder, and her eyes closed.

Akuha felt sleep coming on, too. She stared at the napping pair, their bodies still interlocked and glistening with proof of their exertions. However, despite her beloved Moka’s face being buried against her, she didn’t feel as content as she thought she would after something like this. What was going on? she wondered drowsily. Just looking at the two from her position, perfectly happy as they appeared, made her feel she was...dare she admit it, out of place. And she didn’t like it.

The dull ache returned just before Akuha drifted off.
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Meanwhile…

“Oh my, it’s sooo nice to be back here! That village is far too cold for my liking, and already I’ve been sent there twice. Oh well, it was lovely to see Kokoa again. And now I get to see Akuha and Moka, too!”

Approaching the grounded airship, Kahlua gracefully boarded the outer ramp before her escort. She had received word yesterday from her elder sister that Moka and Tsukune Aono had been captured and brought here. Kahlua felt extreme apprehension at the thought of Moka and Akuha meeting. What was Akuha thinking? Here she had just told Kokoa and her witch friend to keep the two apart at any cost, and now Akuha had gone and foiled that plan. With any luck, Kahlua thought, the two hadn’t completely murdered each other yet. She hated the thought of having to break up a fight like that between her sisters. Sighing, she reached the door flanked by two guards. They raised their hands in salute.

“Welcome, Lady Kahlua! It is an honor to have you!”

Gliding past them, Kahlua idly ran a hand through her hair, entering the ship’s corridor. There she was greeted by two more sentinels, ready to show her to her room.

“Greetings, my lady. Please follow us. Mistress Akuha had your chambers made up some time ago, in the event of your return.”

“Thank you. I am quite tired,” she admitted. “And a nice warm bath would be delightful. You have no idea how dreadful the temperature is there.”

The guards nodded respectfully, turned, and silently led her down the hall to the elevator. Kahlua smiled, childlike curiosity overcoming her.

Now, then, I wonder what exactly Akuha is up to…

To be continued…

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Thanks for reading folks. Comments appreciated, positive or negative. Obviously, this time I’m coming straight out and saying I am planning another chapter, no maybes. But I hope you enjoyed this one. It ended up being a little shorter than the previous one, but I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. Anyway, thanks again, and stay tuned!
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