Notes and Disclaimers: The following is an original work by me, freely using the creative genius of Tachiwaka Megumi, to whom I am indebted. The characters of Saint Tail, Asuka Jr., et al are owned by Kodansha and TMS.
This story is hentai! If you do not know what that mean, you should not be reading this story. If you are under the legal age in your state, county or town, you should not be reading this story. If you are doing it just to complain later, you should not be reading this story! DO NOT say I didn't warn you!
May we all find a love like Asuka Jr. and Meimi!
A Unique Theft
A hand clad in black satin, as soft as a whisper, was pressed to his lips and her breath, hot on his neck, told him to remain still. Parts of his body sagged weakly; other parts sprang to life. The young detective cursed himself mentally. He had promised himself that she wouldn’t do this again, and yet, here, now, he suddenly found he didn’t have the force of will to deny her.
He did as Saint Tail told him, not moving a muscle, and felt his body temperature rising even before she began. He knew what was coming and was fraught with indecision over it. Three times she had caught him like this, three times he had done her bidding, three times he had sworn it was the last time. It was almost easy for him to imagine he had set himself up….
Her free hand penetrated his jacket, brushing his chest like a tactile moan. His eyes closed and he knew he would hate himself in the morning.
"Asuka Jr.," she purred, her finger tracing the edge of his ear. The soft groan that escaped his lips made her laugh softly. She removed her hand from his mouth and placed it with the other, taking a step closer, making her reach easier. He felt her chest pressed against his back and began to gently pant from the contact. Images of her, her softly padded body pressed against his, made his mind reel. He leaned back slightly, and was rewarded for his efforts by a hand reaching for his tie. She drew it down, slowly, seemingly intent on what she was doing. He tried to turn his head, and she froze in place.
"Should I stop?"
He hesitated, considering. "Why are you doing this?"
The smile on her lips was evident in her voice, "Why do you let me?"
Again he paused to consider. The first time she had caught him Saint Tail had limited her exploration to his upper body. He had been surprised, too surprised in fact to protest. The next time she had actually touched him… everywhere. Even now he blushed at the thought, but he hadn’t stopped her. He couldn’t, she felt good, too good. It had been the first time for him, and for her she had cooed in his ear.
Asuka Jr. quickly reached for her hand, but she was to fast for him. He didn’t turn as she took a step back.
"Why are you doing this?" he demanded, his tone angry.
"I’m ‘casing the joint,’" she answered simply.
"You’re –w-what?!" he sputtered, incredulously.
Her chuckle was bright and her hand brushed the hair that lay on his neck. He shivered pleasantly at the touch and fought the urge to turn and grab her.
Her voice was silvery as she began, but hardened to diamonds as she finished. "I’m going to steal something from you, Asuka Jr., something that only you have, that can be stolen only once, and it will be mine."
Asuka Jr.’s mind raced away, grasping for understanding, even as she moved back into contact with him. She had removed her gloves and her bare hands caressed his neck, slowly descending, and as she undid the buttons of his shirt he understood.
"My virginity."
"Let’s call it your innocence instead. And mine as well, I’d like to add," she said firmly. "I have the greatest respect for you and the deepest admiration. I want you to be my first."
"Did you consider my feelings?" he demanded angrily.
"Of course," she laughed, "which is why I’m doing this."
The small thief’s hand slipped into his shirt. Her warm palm on his skin was wonderful. The moan that came from this simple act was a surprise to him and he lapsed into silence. Her words lay in his mind and he thought them over for a second, then concluded she was correct. He did respect her, more than any other woman he knew, and the thought of being with her, in that way, wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, he noticed as her hand brushed a nipple, his body was way ahead of him. He felt her put her cheek against his back and a soft sigh reached his ears. She added her free hand to his bare chest, pressing against him, sweeping gently, her hands never stopping as she stroked him.
"Saint Tail…" he whispered allowing desire to overcoming him at last. Saint Tail could hear in his voice the yearning he felt and she snuggled against him, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Asuka Jr." she sighed dreamily, "I brought a blindfold," she said, "in case you wanted…" Her voice trailed off, and she drew a long breath. "In case you wanted me."
The last word was a mere whisper, proving that for all her talk she was as scared, and unsure, as he was. Nodding his assent Asuka Jr. allowed her to tie the black material over his face. He then felt her move in front of him.
"Now it’s your turn," she whispered, taking his hands and placing them on her shoulders. He could feel her small body trembling slightly under his palms and the desire to comfort her caused him to draw her close, his arms going around her. Her head dropped back, looking at him in wonder, even as their lips met. Saint Tail suffered a moment of fear… had she been wrong about him?
His hands, cradling her face, slipped down her neck, along the curve of her shoulders and came to rest on her breasts. She sighed into his kiss… no, she hadn’t been wrong.
For a long moment he didn’t move, but then his hands began their own exploration of her body. He stroked her back, arms and then he pulled her closer by a hand on the bottom of her buttock cheek. She was surprised, pleasantly surprised. One hand remained on her bottom while the other returned to her chest. His hands eagerly massaged both places.
The panting breath of the man she had seduced chilled Saint Tail even as it thrilled her. His hands roamed freely, rarely resting, exploring every inch of her, but never moving to the burning between her legs. When he moved close she whimpered in her lust, but he did nothing to relieve her sufferings.
When his hands moved to unbutton her velvet jacket she stopped him and removed it herself. Once again she took his hands and placed them on her shoulders, then slowly she turned her back to him. Asuka Jr. was puzzled for a moment, but then as she took a step backwards, and his hands slid down on their own, he understood. Reaching under her arms he cupped her bare flesh in his hot hands, squeezing, caressing, mauling her in turns. She moaned from her soul, and leaned back, her smooth skin pressed to his chest. He reached between them, frantically trying to open his shirt, anxious to feel as much of her skin as he could, all the while maintaining his grip on her breast. Her arms rose, her hands winding into his hair, and she pulled his head down against her neck.
Asuka Jr. drew his hands down her body, reveling in the satiny feel of her skin in his hands. She was right, he thought, as his hands once again covered her breasts, he wanted her, all of her. Somewhere in his mind he knew, and would never admit to, the fact that he felt she belonged to him. After all the chases, near misses and times they had been within an arm length of each other she remained his. Asuka Jr. would allow no one to catch her, ever. A wave of emotion washed over him and he drew his prize closer, suddenly he became rougher with her, wanting to imprint his ownership on her skin. He bit down on the exposed flesh on her neck and Saint Tail gasped, feeling the first waves of an orgasm wash over her.
"Asuka Jr." she moaned, blinking, trying to focus, "Please…"
"What?" he whispered, brushing her ponytail aside as he continued to chew on her neck. She was moving against him, pushing her hips back, rubbing herself against the hardness in his pants.
"I’m…," she panted, fighting to think, fighting to breathe, "I’m… I’m coming, Asuka Jr. please… please, I’m coming."
He pulled her close, crushing her to him, against the erection she created. "Then come for me Saint Tail." Savagely he bit down, and her cry of pain became a cry of release. Stars erupted behind her closed eyes and she felt herself calling for him, over and over. His hands never once stopped petting her as she writhed in his grasp.
As the small thief slowly came back to earth it was to the sounds of her lover undressing. Stripping off his jacket, tie and shirt, Asuka Jr. drew her back to him, this time face to face. Dropping to his knees he began kissing her skin, bathing her stomach with his tongue, slowly, agonizingly, moving towards her breasts. Saint Tail’s head dropped back as his mouth finally found a nipple. His head remained there, now on one side, now of the other. She felt her body heat rising again, and the rhythm of her hips slowly began again. One of her lover’s hands steadied her at her waist and then, suddenly his free hand was pressed against her burning cunt.
Asuka Jr. caught her as she slipped to the floor, her orgasm causing her to black out. He gently held her shaking body, and as she came back, tenderly kissed her face. His hand remained where it was, massaging her, enjoying the wetness he had made. His breathing became shallower as he toyed with her. Drawing a finger along her lips he once again grabbed her flesh.
Saint Tail was grinding herself against his lap, moaning, whimpering, begging. He couldn’t see the longing in her eyes, but he could feel it in her skin, smell it in her moisture.
"Is it time?"
"Time?" she asked, her mind full of cotton.
"For your theft?"
Fully alert she sat up in his lap. "Is it?" she asked, looking at him hard.
He took her hand, drawing it towards his erection. She gasped as he pressed her palm against it. She rubbed him slowly, feeling all of him once again. He sighed deeply, dropping his head back for a second, then he turned to her squarely, "If you come again, without me, all bets are off."
She looked from her hand to his smiling face, and she smiled back.
He rose with difficulty and stripped his pants off. Saint Tail stood watching, admiring the sight. He stood, obviously embarrassed, one hand reaching for her. Quickly she took the hand, moved to where he could feel her and removed the remains of her costume. He took both her hands in his own, bent to kiss her, and drew her to the floor. As he lay, flat on his back, she drew her hair along the length of him, sending shivers up his spine. Catching the ponytail in her hand she wrapped it around his hard cock and began rubbing the silky strands over his head.
A hand stopped her in the next second, "If you keep that up I’ll come without you."
She sighed and rose to straddle him. As she slowly lowered herself towards him she felt her own fears swelling again.
"Are you sure, Asuka Jr.?"
"Are you?"
She looked down at him; blindfolded, trusting. Could she do less? With a smile that bespoke her love Saint Tail sank to her knees, impaling herself, claiming her prize with a cry mingling pain and triumph.
