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Chapter 3

The quiet was all prevailing, soft crackling of flames as the braziers continued to burn. Just a few noises resonated through these hallowed halls, the gentle splash of water as it trickled down the walls, the soft breath of two persons who had just engaged in a carnal act.

Ron smiled to himself, he had just had sex. No longer was he a virgin, he couldn’t wait to tell Kim. Wait no he couldn’t tell her that she’d be upset, man this time in Japan was becoming a pain in his backside. All the things he wished to tell his best, best friend and he couldn’t, he didn’t like lying to Kim. It was not generally something he did well.

Finally the girl in his arms stirred and rose; his penis still imbedded within her gently slithered out. Blinking her eyes several times and shaking her head about almost as if she were awakening from a very pleasant highly sexually charged dream. Yori smiled down upon him from her vantage point, her hair was slightly tousled and her exotic coloured skin gleamed in the pail light. “It is your turn now Stoppable-san.”

Ron was unsure of what she wanted never having partaken in this form of play time. Slapping his chest and making flicking gestures with her hands she motioned for him to remove himself from the table. And since he didn’t move quiet fast enough he was practically pushed off the slab.

By the time Ron had picked his crumpled form off the stone floor Yori had made herself comfortable face down on the table. “I did you Stoppable-san, now it is your turn to do me.” With that she snuggled her head into the cross of her arms and awaited him to begin.

With a sigh Ron looked under the table at the plethora of bottles and jars trying to figure which one to use upon her. There was an expansive variety of types, all of then labelled with a pretty hand written parchment. Unfortunately he neither spoke nor read Japanese. Heaving a sigh once more he scratched his head wondering which one to take.

As if reading his limited mind a slightly muffled voice called down recommending a small bottle with reddish purple contents. Clanking of glass against glass as Ron pushed aside one bottle after another looking for the prescribed vial desired by the beauty above. Almost hidden from view behind several other beakers sat a tiny ornate glass vial with stopper sited on top, looking almost like the vinegar jar at his grandmother’s home. The contents were indeed a purplish blue tone but they were not homogeneous. Like a lava lamp the two swirled about each other in an odd pattern, not from top to bottom but almost like a race about the outer rim of the beaker.

Removing the stopper caused his senses to tingle; the sent that wafted into his nostrils was like nothing he could describe. His desire for a Casadia combo paled in comparison to the twinge he now felt surge through his body. His heat skipped a little faster and he felt his erection that have never gone away, straighten up a little more.

Ron leaned over the girl, the tiny tumbler between his fingers, daintily he tipped it just far enough for the contents to seep out between the shoulder blades of the beauty below. That had been his plan, but dainty and Ron Stoppable did not fit well in the same sentence.

Yori gasped as the chilled contents splashed against her spine, sloshing down her back and over her sides, staining the towel beneath. “Stoppable you must be careful that is a difficult mixture to complete and not to be wasted. Now you must rub all of it into me.”

Ron sat perched upon the very periphery of the platform edged up tight against the oriental girl; he didn’t have the guts to straddle as she had done to him. First one hand then the other great clumsy limbs began to work the lilac liquid about her back. It felt wondrous as it slid cross her muscles; it had a slick feeling that began to warm almost as soon as her rubbed it into her flesh. Additional liquor slid off her back but Ron moved his hands in great circles working more and more over her body.

Yori’s shoulders and down her arms were the first to receive treatment. Then as his courage grew he kneed her back and over her flanks working down to her wonderfully firm ass. He caught a glimpse of a smile as he manoeuvred over the side of her fleshy backside and over her legs. Each leg separately got a good seeing to and she let out a sort of purr like moan as his heavy thumbs worked her sore lava burned feet.

Working back up her gorgeous gams, his heart faster as his hands nervously worked the inside of her thighs. He wished to touch what lay between but was terrified to do so. Almost as if on queue she spread her legs wider granting him access.

Ron’s hands practically shook as he began to stroke the tender flesh between Yori’s legs. Though course pubic hair rubbed against his fingers it felt phenomenonally soft like the fur on a pussy cat. Her natural liquids ran through his fingers mixing with the oil, he was amazed by the quantity of heat emerging from within her pussy. It was like him being back in the volcano den once more.

A low moan echoed off the walls and his fingers slipped between her lips and into her womb. Her legs pushed together pinching his hand in place, holding it between her legs. All he could do was tiny circlets with his fingers, working them about her entire pubic region. “Stopp…Stoppable-…-san.” She let out another moan “you may now do… my… front. Her words came out as mere gasps.

Leaning back Ron gave his massage victim enough space to shift her body over so that she now lay facing him. Looking down, even though her eyes were closed he could feel himself being stared upon. The pair of exotic breasts seemed to watch his every move, the nipples fallowing him everywhere. He couldn’t take his eyes off their loveliness.

His hands still slick with the potion and not wishing to spill the remainder of the vial Ron began working his hands about her neck. Not yearning to hurt this delicate flower his fingers moved as though caressing a rose, trying to disturb not one single peddle. With more effort he began stroking over the very tip of her chest by her collar bone and down the sides, wary of agitating the breast.

She giggled “Ron Stoppable they will not bite. I think I would like very much for you to play with them.” Looking down at her face, eyes closed smiling, she seemed far to trusting.

He had just touched them moments ago, but that had been accidental, something that had happened in the heat of the moment. Now with them staring back at him it just seemed different. But Ron touched them anyway; they were far to tempting to resist. Open palmed he ran the tips of his fingers about, touching the smoothness, letting the liquid that remained upon his hand slide cross the surface. He could feel a slight trace of goose pimples sprouting from her flesh. Her nipple leaped up from the soft tissue as his fingers lingered in their fascination. The way they moved with his every touch, the way they sprang back whence his touch ceased, the colour, how they felt between his fingers. He was very gentle with them almost as if he thought they were made of porcelain and might break if handled to roughly.

Her reaction to his explorations was just to smile and perhaps let out a giggle now and then. Occasionally she would gasp and stiffen if he were to rough upon her. But generally Yori let him alone to discover all the wonders of the feminine chest. And there he lingered never seemingly to grow tired of those marvels. He was a young boy with a new toy and he would play for hours if she had let him. But her one hand daintily slipped up too gracefully grasp hold of his hand guiding it off her bosom and on to her abdomen.

She tittered slightly as his big hands moved passed her strong belly and continued downward to the soft mat of fur lining her pubic region. Warmth still emanated from this expanse and a deep crimson colour seemed to shade the region. But between it seemed to Ron as he twisted his head about that a tiny oddly fashioned butterfly was emerging, such was the sight of her lips as they spread out before him glistening with moisture in the dull cavernous light.

She gasped as his fingers passed over “Now Ron Stoppable you may now take me!”

Take her where? Oh wait she wanted him to fuck her brains out, or so the expression went. Looking down between a scrumptious set of legs Ron Stoppable was not quite certain what to do. Just because he was no longer a virgin, as of about twenty minutes ago, did not mean he had any idea on how to proceed.

Crawling upwards onto the table Ron positioned himself between Yori’s open legs. Upon his knees, his one arm bracing his body the other holding his member, attempting to guide it into the correct hole, with the tip sliding between waiting lips he gave a good thrust plunging himself deeply inside. She groaned twisting her body about, suffering from the haste in which he had lanced her; before she could react he began propelling his cock in and out of her in great swiftness.

“Wait.” She cried out “Stop…Stoppable-san please refrain.”

Rocking back to sit upon his heals his penis high in the air Ron looked down confused. “Is everything alright Yori?”

Reaching up one hand glided across his face finally resting upon his chin. “This is about pleasing both parties. You must learn to be calm, to be patient.”

With her head and shoulders off the mat, looking upon his very heavy eyes she began to instruct him. “First take your penis.” Then waiting until he had done so “Now tease me a little, slide the tip between my lips let our two fluids mix as one.”

With an obliging smile he obeyed her request. Holding himself by the base he navigated the very tip of his member between her labia. Letting it run slowly up the length then repeated the action a number of times. Yori twisted bellow moaning and vocalizing her pleasure in Japanese or maybe Norwegian.

“Now Ron Stoppable-san…” she began to moan heavily again in mid sentence. “Slowly side your weapon in me.” Again he obeyed her command watching as the oriental goddess below rolled her eyes back groaning, her body twisting, her legs wrapped around him attempting to pull him inside. But her persevered and did not let himself be rushed he would make sure she was pleased in the best way she could tell him. She knew better than he how to do this.

He stopped only when the hair of their pubic regions mingled together, knotting themselves amongst the damp fluids mixing from each others bodies. He remained motionless awaiting her further command. Moments past before she could speak her breath came in gasps and when her voice returned it was full of wind each word exiting with great breath.

“That is good Ron-san.” She wheezed “Wait for the girl to catch up. Now let me guide you.” Legs already locked about his waste Yori reached around grasping hold of one cheek of his ass in each hand and proceeded to channel his sexual energy into her. Ron followed her counselling letting himself enter into a rocking motion.

First she pulled him forward and upward, allowing her body to fold in on itself. Next he was allowed to slowly slide the vast majority of his length out letting her body drop back onto the table. Then again thrusting forward plunging himself back inside lifting her ass off the table.

Ron repeated the process doing everything Yori had instructed. As he continued the pace became faster and faster. The table groaned and swayed as their rhythm increased. A squishing noise emanated from between their legs as the action improved, the liquid began to flow more heavily as flesh collided. Beneath Yori was uttering unintelligible phrases, her head thrashing about, hair flying as she twisted and turned her ass slapping upon the leather table top.

Finally Ron felt himself building up once more and for a moment his speed increased until finally he called forth her name. “KIM!” His body and all muscles therein froze for an instant then everything happened at once, with a mighty grunt he thrust forward one final time. Once more a mighty wall of semen shot forth from deep within his balls, it flooded forth as wave after wave filled his lover.

Yori with equal power felt her own orgasm erupt from the unfathomable regions inside her. She accepted all Ron had to offer allowing him to fill her caverns until it began to leak out between the seams. Her screams subsided as Yori collapsed back onto the leather covering, panting at the exertion just undertaken.

Collapsing atop her Ron Stoppable felt more exhausted than after any battle in which he had gotten beaten by Shego. There was a difference though after Shego there was nothing but pain and suffering this was a most wondrous form of peaceful tranquility come over him, he wished nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep. He felt very comfortable lying with his head nestled upon Yori’s breast his dick no longer pumping out its load but still penetrating her interior.

Shortly Yori began to squirm beneath him almost as if she were attempting to leave this little sanctuary. “I am sorry Stoppable-san but I must get back to my room. I do not wish others to know of our togetherness tonight.” When she was finally squirmed out from under his form he could glimpse the glistening of their fluids shinning between her legs.

With one fluid motion she bowed to him. “I thank you for this evening; I have thoroughly enjoyed our coupling.” She leaned over to kiss him upon his cheek “I hope that we shall see each other again in a most similar fashion.” Then she turned and left grabbing a towel as she scurried away. At the exit she turned to look back at him waved gently “I shall see you off tomorrow my Ron-san.” Ron felt a little upset that she had left in haste but as he crumpled back onto his make shift bed a massive silly grin upon his face he could not help but love this place.

A Little over one year later!

A couple sat waiting patiently; they were no long young but on the upper end of middle age. Silently but nervous they sat about a small office looking about at the various little pictures of other happy families dotting the wall. From cross the room they attempted to read the titles of the books that sat upon a shelf behind the great wooden desk, neither could both had poor eyes requiring glasses and the type face was very small.

The woman was tall and willowy while her husband nestled beside in the second of two large purple plush chairs was short and barrel shaped, he had once been in very good shape but a life time of crunching numbers behind a desk did not do the body good.

It was nerve racking this waiting, she was ringing her hands about in her lap while her mate drummed him fingers on the arm of his chair. They had come up with the thought ages ago and now all the paperwork was filled out, the background checks completed plus all the other things that needed to be done before their goal could be achieved.

Finally a side door opened and in strolled the gentleman proprietor, while being no taller that the husband he was definitely different. He was oriental in origin well into his elder years. Long flowing moustache as well as pointed beard hid his mouth completely and when he communicated it bounced about quite amusingly. On top of his almost bald head was a topknot of short while hair and his colourful robes were of scarlet with gold trim. Barely seen on his feet were not shoes but a Japanese sandal of wood with two slates upon the base to raise him slightly off the ground. Most importantly was what he carried in his arms, a tiny creature swaddled in linen.

The pair seemed to gush enthusiastically and happily took the young individual when handed to them. Daintily the fabric was removed from about the face and the tiny form squirmed slightly but remained asleep. “Her name is Hana.” He began, his voice was deep, and resounded full of wisdom. “She was recently born from a very youthful mother who was unfortunately unable to look after her.” The couple looked saddened by this portion of the tale but the girls misfortune was for them prosperous destiny.

“This child will be extremely special” he continued “Do not worry she will be a handful but her destiny is one of greatness. With proper guidance!” he warned with the waggle of his finger.

The father looked over at his wife “How do you think our son will react?”

She smiled “He’ll have a fit and then calm down and get used to it.”

The man bowed “I think in time your son will come to treat the child as if she were his own.” From behind that thick set of whiskers one could almost see a slight smile.
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