Quest for Tentacles: Joint Venture (LEMON) [Episode 131224]

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Lum moaned into the kiss, weakly trying to push Ataru away.  She usually welcomed any instance of her Darling getting amorous (at least, with her and not other girls), but this time she was hesitant because:
a) it was happening at their workplace, and
b) he was doing this solely to convince her of getting involved in his latest scheme.

That’s why, when they broke the kiss, she tried to use the reprieve to protest.  But Ataru was faster than her, pulling the suspenders of her overalls down her arms.

“Darling, you’re not nice!  That’s a dirty trick....”

“Me?  Not nice?” the lecher sniggered.  His hand snaked down, reaching Lum’s panties without fail.  The fingers immediately started to stroke the delicate female sex beneath the undergarment.  “You call this not nice?” he asked while his Oni wife moaned and blushed.  His free hand pulled Lum’s sweatshirt up to her neck, baring her beautiful bra-clad chest.  Ataru’s mouth instantly lashed on this, sucking on a nipple through the lace.

“Yes... oooh... that’cha... mmmmh... not nice... aaaaah... to do this to me... hhhhh... just when you need... *gasp*... me to... *sigh*... help you... OOOHhh....”

But Ataru paid no heed to his wife’s objections.  He deftly picked her up (the infamous shit-eating grin on his face) and carried Lum to a nearby couch behind the stage in a short trot.

“Wha... NO!  Darling, not there!” Lum exclaimed, red-faced, when she saw where he was heading.  This couch, although no doubt freshly dry-cleaned, had seen lots of XXX-rated action in this hentai theatre, from amateur to pro performers.

“Why not?” Ataru cooed as he laid the flustered Oni on the plush furniture.  “It’s not like we have an audience... so I ain’t breaking our accord, right?”

“But someone could walk in at any time!” a deathly-embarrassed Lum retorted, her Oni fangs showing.

She realized she could easily stop him with an electrical shock .  But those were reserved for her Darling when he was being a bad boy.  So, she was seriously reluctant to use it when he was willingly all over her.  She didn’t mind that much her husband being a lecher... as long as said lecherousness was directed toward her.  And seeing how excited Ataru was right now, she wasn’t sure a small discharge would even faze him.  He got used to those a long time ago.

At least, no spying Webcam should be working at this hour, and there were theoretically none on this side of the décor.  Or so Lum hoped.

*SWEEP*

“Eeek!”

Lum yelped in shock when her husband swept off the overalls from her legs in one swift move, even as she was lying on the couch.  He had gotten very good at divesting a girl of her clothes in no time at all.  Her sweatshirt was quick to follow, Ataru pulling it above her head and promptly disentangling the garment from her long mane of green hairs.

“You’re the worst man of this Earth...” she mumbled, though her flushed skin couldn’t be just from embarrassment, and betrayed her arousal.

“I that’s why you love me.” he replied with a smirk.  Leaning forward, Ataru kissed Lum hotly again.  His hands were everywhere, roaming over her supple flesh, exciting every little erogenous spot he knew so well, playing her lingerie-clad body like a musical instrument.  When their lips parted, the out-of-breath Oni girl moaned and whimpered audibly from the relentless assault over her senses.

Lum’s bra was soon unhooked, freeing the perfect round orbs of her breasts, toped by red areolas and erect nipples.  Her panties soon followed, slipping along her shapely legs, revealing her pretty pinkish flower, devoid of any pubic hair.  The undergarments were quickly discarded, tossed away by Ataru.  Unlike some old perverts, the young man didn’t care much about female underwear when they weren’t on a girl’s body.

Hovering over the beautiful, naked shape of his love, Ataru grinned.  He managed to keep his drool in check, while impatiently untying his belt.  The panting Lum watched with trepidation as her Darling stripped of his clothes, faster than a pro transformist.

Moroboshi leaned again next to his wife, their lips meeting anew in a full-blown kiss, this time with no resistance on Lum’s part.  Their tongues wrestled obscenely inside their hot mouths, sharing unconditionally their passion and saliva.  Ataru’s hands renewed the one job they favored above any other: pawing a supple, warm, responsive female body.  They cupped both mounds of the alien bosom, pushing up the pliant mammary flesh.  The fingers reached the tiny nubs of the nipples, pinching and rolling them up mercilessly.  This elicited some little electric sparks from the tip, arching over the molesting digits, but not discouraging them.

Ataru’s third hand...

— wait a sec... —

... nope, he still only had two, it’s just that they seemed to be everywhere at the same time.  Ataru’s hand, so, moved south, toward Lum’s treasure.  It delicately rubbed the outer lips, the fingers forking around the fleshy hood of her clitoris at first, before the palm covered this very sensitive nub and began stroking it.  Then it switched position, two fingers slipping inside Lum’s wet slit while the thumb flicked over the pleasure button.

The Oni woman almost shrieked in bliss from the stimulation, before silencing herself by biting her fist.  Tears welled up in her bulging-out eyes as her sharp fangs dug into the skin.  The pain was far from enough to subside the ecstasy she was feeling, though.

Ataru could tell he was reducing his wife to a shivering bundle of frayed nerves with his skilled foreplay.  His middle and ring fingers, idly pumping in her succulent snatch, could feel she was lubricating like mad.  No need to make either of them wait any longer.  The young man was hard as a log anyway (though for him, having an erection was rather a natural state).

Climbing atop Lum, Ataru directed his blood-engorged penis at her gaping vulva.  The bulbous head at the tip of the meaty shaft parted the puffy outer labia, before nesting in the warmth of this hot opening.  The manly ram pushed further, slowly burying itself in the slick tunnel leading to her womb.  The green-haired lass moaned soundly and squirmed underneath her earthly lover as he claimed her.  She let out a breathless gasp when he bottomed, his husbandly weapon sheathed to the hilt in her tight vessel.

That was the moment Ataru preferred.  To have his main thinking organ entirely surrounded by warm, wet, snug female hole.  The silly face he was making could easily be called moronic or utterly pathetic, but the truth is that you bunch o’ guys are just envious and would like to be in his place....

Getting a firmer grip on Lum’s parted legs, he spread them even more by pushing beneath her knees.  She was pinned under his weight, her body sinking deep into the couch.  Ataru began rocking his hips in earnest, pumping his throbbing prick in and out of the wondrous alien pussy.  The rigid cylinder of male meat stretched the womanly folds in a perfect circle, dragging out abundant juices over its surface with each withdrawing move, before plunging again in the deep recesses of her womanhood.

Lum softly cooed and sighed, her eyes closed in rapture.  Her breathing was shortened by the intense excitement, her red lips pouting around the cute “o” of her mouth.  Sweat droplets glistened over her brow, the heat of her body rising sharply from the fever of passion.  Her full breasts waved rhythmically with each thrust, her whole luscious body shaking enticingly.

“Darling... Darling... Dahhhhhling...” she moaned ecstatically.

“So... Lum-chan...” Ataru began to say.  His talk was a bit shaky and interrupted by sounds of panting, but he didn’t slow down the banging a bit.  “Are you... gonna... *puf*... help me... find out... *puf*... some... tentacle aliens... *puf*... for the show?”

Lum was a bit distressed he’d brought back the subject at such a moment, but she was too far gone to argue with him.  “Mmmhh... Oh... yes... don’t stop... anything... you want, Darling... just... don’t’cha... stop now...”

“You will... try hard... *puf*?  Follow... every lead... *puf*?  Do... everything... you can?”

“YES!  EVERYTHING!  I’LL DO IT!  I SWEAR!  NOW, HARDER!  FUCK ME, DARLING!”

Ataru was only too glad to comply, increasing the pace of the frantic screwing.  He moved his hips as fast and as long as his lust-filled body could allow, which was a lot in both cases.  Lum knew first-hand that her husband’s sexual stamina was beyond compare, and that despite all her inhuman powers she could rarely ever dream of competing with him.  She was soon turning into complete putty under his furious pounding, each piston move rubbing the edge of his rod against her clitoris and stimulating her inner nerve clusters.  Her pleasure mounting, it wasn’t long before she succumbed to a crashing orgasm.

“DAAAAHHHHHLLIING YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!”

ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP
*CRACK*
*POP*
*CRACK*
fffiiiiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzz
dddzzzzzrrrrttttt

A bright electrical flash followed by a few lightning arcs erupted from the intertwined lovers.  Sparks shot all around them as some near-by lamps and light bulbs imploded.  Smoke, and the smell of burnt pig, began to rose from the extra-crispy pervert still straddling Lum.


On the other side of the double-doors leading to the hentai theatre, Ryūnosuke and Shinobu unstuck their ears from the wooden panel and reflexively stepped back when the sound of the electrical storm reached them.  Both very red in the faces, they looked at each other, still standing guard to prevent anybody from intruding on their friends’ privacy.

“Shit, not again...” Ryū-chan grumbled.

“You think Ataru-kun is alright?” Shinobu worriedly asked.

“Of course he is, that guy is barely even human anymore... but that’s going to be a mess to clean up....”


Lum, panting, was slowly recovering from her intense orgasm.  When her blurry sight focused anew on her lover, she discovered him rather blackened, with every hair of his scalp sticking out.  He hadn’t lost his silly grin, though.

“Gah!  Darling, I’m sorry!” the very contrite Oni blurted out.  Once again, she had lost control of herself during climax... she was so ashamed... will her cherished husband ever forgive her?

“Feh...” Ataru huffed, a little cloud of smoke escaping his mouth.  “That’s nothing, Lum-chan.  I’m used to it, by now.  Now, if you don’t mind... I didn’t cum yet, myself.”

And so, after this short break, the inexhaustible Moroboshi resumed rolling his hips with renewed vigor.  The shock quickly faded from Lum’s face, who was soon back to moaning and squirming, loosing herself as her Darling fucked her silly.

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(Posted Mon, 31 Jan 2005 01:16)


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