Sakura and the Romatic Sprites
Special thanks to the Shoujo-Ai Forum for the inspiration for this
story.
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For those only familiar with the English dub:
Sakura Kinomoto=Sakura Avalon
TomoyMadison
Shaoran=Lee
Touya=Tory
Yukito=Julian
Rika=Rita
Naoko=Nikki
Chihara=Chelsea
Yamazaki=Zachary
Onii-chan = brother
Oto-san = father
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"I'm home! Sakura called out.
No one responded.
Slightly disappointed, Sakura doffed her shoes, donned her house
slippers and walked to the kitchen. What she found shocked her.
"Kero-chan!" she roared indignantly.
Kero lay on the kitchen counter, his eyes glazed and his stomach
painfully distended. A spoon lay next to him and off to the left was
an empty canister of pre-packaged cake frosting that had been full
this morning. The beast didn't respond so much as groan.
"Kero-chan, how could you?!"
"It's easy," he groaned, holding his stomach. "You just stick the
spoon in and . . ."
"You know what I mean!"
"Have mercy on me, Sakura," Kero wheezed. "I'm already dying."
"That frosting was for the cake I was going to bake for Shaoran-kun!"
"So why does that brat deserve it over me?"
"And what if Oto-san came home and found you?"
Unable to muster a response, Kero pointed to the blackboard. Sakura
looked. Her father was still away at a seminar and Touya was listed
as having to work that evening. Sakura was assigned to vacuum the
house and study. Underneath, Touya had added "monster practice" to
the list.
"Ooh, that Touya," fumed Sakura. "Some day . . ."
"Carry me upstairs?" Kero whimpered.
"Lay there and suffer!" Sakura scolded him. "Maybe it'll teach you a
lesson."
"Sakuraaaaa!" wailed Kero, but Sakura ignored him.
The vacuuming drowned out Kero's whining. When she finished, he'd
stopped. Grabbing her backpack, Sakura went upstairs to get some
studying in before she fixed herself some supper. Lost in thought,
she didn't notice the noises coming from her room until she was at
the door. Wide-eyed, Sakura pressed to the door and listened.
"It sounds like something is moaning in there," Sakura thought. "It
can't be Kero-chan. He's still downstairs." Feeling her chest
tighten, Sakura summoned her star staff. Swallowing, she reached for
the door and silently eased it open a crack. Taking a breath, she
flung it open.
Her staff raised, Sakura leaped in - - and stared. Her cheeks
rapidly began to color. Lying on her bed were the sprites from The
Light and The Dark cards from her Sakura deck. Their clothes were
gone. Their bodies were intertwined. Light looked up from between
Dark's legs, her lips wet and shiny, and grew very embarrassed.
"Light, dearest, why have you stopped . . ." Dark began, pulling her
head up between Light's legs. "Oh! M-Mistress!"
"Please forgive me!" gasped Sakura, quickly averting her gaze. "I
didn't mean to . . .!" Then she stopped. "Wait a minute! How did
you two even get out of your cards?"
"Forgive us, Mistress," Light said, wafting off of Dark like a
windblown milkweed and alighting on the floor before Sakura on her
knees. "We should have demonstrated more restraint."
"It was solely my idea," Dark confessed, kneeling next to Light. "I
apologize, Mistress, for over-stepping my station." She grimaced.
"It is just that my desire overtook my judgment. It has been so long
since I was able to be with my dearest Light. And for so long I
endured being so close in the deck to her, so close and yet only able
to touch back to front." Dark squared her shoulders. "It does not
excuse what we did, Mistress. But please blame only me."
"It's OK," Sakura said timidly. "You just kind of startled me. Are
you two in love or something?"
"Very much so, Mistress," smiled Light.
"She is the light of my life," added Dark wryly.
"And our desire allowed us to manifest without your command." Light
smiled. "There is a magic other than yours that allows us to
manifest ever so briefly," and she coyly glanced at Dark.
"Well it's all right," Sakura smiled. "The last thing I want to do
is come between two, um, people - - who love each other. Um, just be
careful, huh? Don't do it if Onii-chan or Oto-san are here, OK?"
"As you command, Mistress," bowed Dark.
"We are very grateful for your understanding, Mistress," bowed Light.
"May we show our gratitude, Mistress?" Dark requested. There was a
twinkle in her eye that was lost on Sakura, but not on Light.
"I guess," Sakura replied, puzzled.
The sprites floated up to her as one. Dark leaned in from the left,
while Light leaned in from the right, and puckered. Their lips
pressed to Sakura's cheeks and the girl colored. It was not a
friendly peck, either. The kisses lingered.
"Mistress, your skin is so soft," Dark whispered, her downy hands
caressing the burning skin of Sakura's cheeks. Dark's touch was like
the cool breeze of night against her skin and Sakura couldn't help but
respond to it. This in itself alarmed her.
"Oh, Mistress, you are so tense," Light purred and her velvety hands
began to massage Sakura's shoulders. "Please do not be so tense. We
are both your devoted servants, Mistress, and would never dream of
harming you." Light's touch was like the sun hitting her bare skin on
a warm, sunny day. Her hands worked magic on Sakura's shoulders and
back. The girl didn't understand what was happening, but she had to
confess that she did like it.
"Mmm, you are very beautiful, Mistress," Dark breathed as she began
lightly kissing Sakura's throat.
"I am?" exhaled Sakura dreamily.
"Release your tensions, Mistress," Light quietly exhorted. "Release
your inhibitions. Let yourself flow with the sensations you feel."
"But . . ."
"Allow us to carry you to new heights of satisfaction," Dark
murmured, her lips pressing lightly to Sakura's breastbone.
"Stop!" Sakura said sharply, shaking herself from her lusty haze.
Light and Dark both jumped back. They knelt before her and bowed
their heads. Instantly Sakura felt guilty. "I'm sorry for snapping,
but I had to make you understand. I appreciate that you're trying to
make me feel good, but I'm not like that."
Dark smiled at Sakura with the wisdom of an elder. "Mistress,"
she said gently, "every girl is 'like that', if only in the silence
and anonymity of her own room."
"The cards see you, Mistress," Light added softly. "They see the
things you do, the places you touch at night when the lights are low
and the sheets are high on your body, and Master Keroberos is asleep."
Sakura blushed beet red.
"It is no sin, Mistress," Dark continued. "It is nothing to be
feared. If none are harmed, pleasure is to be celebrated." Dark took
Sakura's hands in hers and pressed them earnestly together. "Please,
Mistress, let us be your hands tonight. Let us touch what your
fingers touch, caress what they caress. Let us love you as you love
yourself."
"You will be most pleased, Mistress," Light added. "Upon our lives."
Sakura grinned sheepishly. "You don't have to go that far. It's
just that it's so - - different."
"Sometimes different can be better," Dark smirked.
"And sometimes different can give one an appreciation of that which
pleased one initially, an appreciation that will be all the more
intense," Light tacked on.
Sakura looked at them doubtfully. "What do I have to do?"
"Trust us," smiled Light.
"Removing your clothes might help," Dark winked.
Clearly unsure, Sakura began to pull up her blouse. Light glided in
behind her.
"If it please you, Mistress," Light said, kissing her lightly on the
ear as she reached around from behind, "allow me."
Sakura went limp as Light's hands slid the blouse up her torso and
Light's lips slid down her neck. She struggled to suppress a shiver
as the material eased over her head and the air tickled her budding
breasts. She swallowed as she felt Light's lips press to her spine
at the base of her neck. She sucked in air as she felt Dark's hands
slide down her waist to the waistband of her skirt, then ease the
garment down her hips and legs.
"Mistress," Dark cooed with devilish glee, "your panties are so
cute." Sakura blushed again, drawing a smirk of delight from Dark and
a mild look of reproach from Light.
Suddenly Sakura felt herself levitating up into the air. Startled,
she began to thrash until Light's caresses calmed her. The trio
floated over to her bed and landed delicately on the mattress.
Sakura's head and shoulders were nestled in Light's lap while Dark
crouched between her legs.
Dark leaned in and took the waistband of Sakura's panties between
each thumb and forefinger, while Light massaged the girl's temples.
With deliberate care, Dark eased the panties down Sakura's hips. As
she revealed more and more of the soft abdomen, Dark would lean in and
lovingly kiss it.
"Lose yourself, Mistress," Light cooed to her. "Let yourself float
freely on the waves we will inspire within you."
It was becoming harder to catch her breath. Sakura sucked in air,
only to expel it all the more quickly in order to suck in more. She
felt her insides tightening, particularly between her legs, and Dark
hadn't even reached the important areas yet. Was she actually going
to kiss it? What would she feel when Dark's mouth got there? And
what more would Dark do once she got down there?
But it was Light who drew the next response from her. Unnoticed, her
hands had slipped down the girl's shoulders, then kept moving on
down. Her fingers cupped around Sakura's small, soft breasts.
"Oh, the first bloom of womanhood," whispered Light as she softly
caressed the small mounds topped with little rosebud nipples. "So
soft and fresh," she continued, then smiled as a memory returned, "so
suddenly sensitive."
Sakura's two front teeth pressed into her lower lip. Her eyelids
slammed closed. Light's touch was so - - light. It was like the time
that she accidentally passed a sheer nylon scarf over her then topless
form. It was there, it was substantive, yet it was so gossamer sheer
that it almost wasn't.
Then Dark began on her secret place, her newly discovered favorite
spot on her body. Using the same whisper-light touch her sister
sprite used, Dark caressed the lips of her sexuality and the regions
around. Her caresses were slow, leisurely, and ever so torturous.
Every muscle from Sakura's knees to her chest clenched. A low moan
escaped from her throat.
"It's maddening, isn't it Mistress?" cooed Light. "You wish it to
stop and yet you wish it to last for eternity."
"It is torture," Dark added. "It is the exquisite torture." Dark
leaned in and kissed her on her lips.
Sakura's groan hiked up an octave when she felt that. Encouraged,
Dark leaned in again and began lapping. Sakura's eyes popped open,
then rapidly clamped shut again. She'd only felt what it was like to
be caressed with fingers before. Now a cool wet tongue caressed her,
alternating short strokes with long, fast with slow. It was so
different - - so intense - - so better.
Suddenly Sakura needed to do something with her hands. She jabbed
them up above her head, latching onto the sides of Light's hips.
Light continued to stroke her Mistress's nipples. Sakura thrashed
her head back and forth in Light's lap. It was too much. It was too
far too soon. She was afraid, afraid she couldn't take anymore,
afraid it would be too much for her, afraid she would lose herself in
the swirling whirlpool her passions were at that point. She wanted
to scream, but she forgot how.
"Do not fight the sensations, Mistress," whispered Light. "Do not
resist. Feel the sensations. Ride them. Let them carry you away.
Do not be afraid."
Dark only smiled. Then she penetrated with her fingers.
Her eyes ripping open, Sakura let out a strangled grunt. She tried
to breathe again, but her diaphragm was paralyzed. She gasped for air
for several seconds before her ribs released and took some in. Oh
what she'd missed, just because she'd been too timid to go that final
step. She'd thought about probing inside on those nights she'd gotten
the urge to investigate her secret place, but had never done it. Oh,
what you've missed, timid little . . . ummmm . . .
Right - - Sakura.
"Dark, you are so mischievous," Light said reproachfully.
"I do not hear the Mistress complaining," Dark replied.
Light left the breasts and began running her fingertips up and down
Sakura's sternum. Sakura's brain jumped from her groin to that. It
was different than when her breasts were massaged. It was so
delicate. The sensation seemed to taunt her. With her eyes still
closed, Sakura didn't see Light lean in. She pressed her mouth to
Sakura's and the girl arched up to meet her, taking the opportunity to
moan into Light's mouth. It was a sweet release and she did it again
and again, only quieting when Light's tongue began caressing hers.
Her hands came up and caught Light around the back of the neck,
holding the sprite in place as they kissed passionately.
With devilish glee, Dark moved her tongue up to her Mistress's
clitoris. She touched it, quickly jabbing it with the tip of her
tongue, and Sakura squealed into Light's mouth. Their lips parted at
last and the girl continued to moan. She was unconscious of doing it.
She was unconscious of anything except the pleasurable sensations that
had taken possession of her body.
Sakura's hips began to twitch. Dark steadied them with her hands and
continued to worry the girl, intentionally grazing the clitoris from
time to time, then moving back to other areas. Sakura felt like she
had a temperature of a thousand degrees. She moaned. She groaned.
She tried to thrash and failed. She tried to escape and was
thwarted. She begged. She cried. And through it all, Light
continued to caress her upper torso while Dark continued to lap at
her lower regions. Finally it was all too much for her. A warm
gusher, like a friendly ocean wave, washed over her and Sakura emitted
a sound that was a strange cross between a strangled gasp and a deep
moan from the depths of her chest.
Her lovers sat up on the bed. Light continued to cradle Sakura in
her lap as the girl curled up into a fetal ball, gasping hard and
trying to smother the throb between her legs so it couldn't escape.
Light gently stroked the girl's hair, content to allow Sakura to
float back to earth from her crest.
"Did we please you, Mistress?" Dark asked.
"Yes," gasped Sakura, her face still sweaty and her eyes still
closed. "Thank you. You can go now."
"We are happy to serve, Mistress," Light said and softly kissed
Sakura on the cheek. They could see the smile on her face.
"Thank you for allowing us to please you, Mistress," said Dark,
kissing her in the same place.
The two sprites joined hands, kissed each other warmly, and flew back
into the book. Sakura remained curled up on the bed, feeling her
heart pounding in her chest, wondering if she dared attempt such a
summit again.
She didn't know for sure, but she was eager to try - - later.
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As she skated to school, Sakura made herself promise that she
wouldn't tell anyone what had happened, especially Tomoyo. There was
really no way she could tell anyone else but Yue, Kero, Li or Tomoyo
anyway and the prospect of any of them knowing what had happened
struck the young girl as the pinnacle of embarrassment.
"Good morning, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo said, smiling that warm, sincere,
genuine smile that made her so cute and so endearing a friend.
And before Sakura realized it, everything that happened came tumbling
out of her mouth. It was like her tongue had suddenly declared
independence from her. Tomoyo listened intently, her expression
mirroring growing shock. But Sakura couldn't seem to stop until the
story was finished.
"Oh my goodness, Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo gasped in horror, her hands
covering her mouth. "That's - - that's terrible! Oh my goodness, how
could something like this happen! It's so unfair!"
"T-Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said, trying to minimize things, "it wasn't
that bad. I-I kind of liked a lot of it."
"Oh, it's a disaster!" moaned Tomoyo, heartbroken. "Sakura-chan's
first orgasm - - and I DIDN'T GET TO FILM IT!"
"HOOO-EEEEEEE!" groaned Sakura, losing her balance and crashing from
her skates.
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