Chapter #5Martial Artist Meal by: chaos   Kitsune licked her lips as she felt her stomach growl for something much more filling then anything Shinobu could ever make for her. She usually kept the hunger from getting to her by getting drunk, but since she had run out of booze she had no way of fighting the loud voice in the back of her head demanding that she get something to eat. She knew what she had to do and what would happen, a horrible thought ran through her head as she realized what she was going to do.
“Great, I’m going to have to buy a whole new wardrobe after I’m done eating,” Kitsune groaned, thinking about her poor bank account. It was almost enough to keep her from surrounding to the hunger, but then she remembered that she could always leech the money off of Keitaro later on. Resolving her only dilemma, Kitsune began to prowl for her first victim. She wanted to get a taste of her sweet, sexy friends and feel them squirm in her belly, and this fox got what she wanted.
It didn’t take long until she heard the distant cries of Motoko as she practiced her kendo on the roof. The young samurai was swinging her wooden sword around, battle cries following her every swipe. Kitsune watched her for a second, briefly considering going after someone less likely to beat her to death with a stick. But then Motoko paused; she was sweating heavily and leaning forward from her workout. She wasn’t in top condition, weak and unaware of the cunning predator watching her. Smiling to herself, Kitsune got closer to get her meal to lower her guard completely before she struck.
“You okay Motoko? You look a little sweaty, maybe you should take off your top or at least loosen it up to let yourself breath,” Kitsune suggested, hoping to get Motoko to undress a little. The more bare flesh there was the more delicious Motoko was to eat. Although, the black haired beauty looked pretty tasty already with her strong, luscious body. If she wasn’t holding her kendo sword right now, Kitsune would be shoving her down her throat this second.
“I am a little bit hot,” Motoko admitted and her hands moved to her top, but then pulled away. “But I can’t risk that pervert Urashima peeping on me.”
Kitsune shook her head in disappointment, Motoko was like a broken record, she always suspected Keitaro of being a pervert even when he wasn’t around. It usually didn’t bother Kitsune, actually she often found it kind of funny, but it was keeping her meal from undressing and that disappointed her. Well, if she was going to eat her stuck up friend, she might as well tell her what she really thought of her whole blame Keitaro campaign.
“Motoko, you have to get laid so bad.”
“E-excuse me!?” Motoko stuttered and took a step back in shock. Kitsune smile became more perverted as she leaned in more closer to her prey so their faces were inches apart. Her hand moved slowly to her side, lightly holding her so she wouldn’t notice she was being grabbed. Kitsune breathed Motoko’s sweet, hot scent and licked her lips, an act that had Motoko blushing. The sexy fox lady, took a deep breath as she delved into what made Motoko tick.
“You act like such a man-hater Motoko, calling them all perverts and trying to drive them away from the inn, but in truth you need them more then any of us. Underneath that aloof, proud exterior I bet there’s a naughty girl who would love a nice romp with a random guy or three. Or maybe I’m wrong, maybe there is only one guy you want sticking it to you, a certain landlord that you can’t help but obsess over? You want Keitaro to pork your bun, admit it”
“I want Urashima to do no such thing!” Motoko screamed, her face bright red as she squirmed in Kitsune’s grasp. Tightening her hold, Kitsune could feel her heart beating a mile a minute as her mouth watered. Just a few more seconds, just a few more words to get Motoko to drop her guard.
“People think I’m a slut, but I’m happy. Are you happy Motoko? I bet if you snuck into Keitaro’s room at night, crawled under his sheets and rocked his world you’d be a lot happier then you are now. Face it Motoko, the only difference between you and me is that I know how to take what I want.”
“Stop it!” Motoko screamed and dropped her kendo stick, her only weapon to stop Kitsune. Eyes gleaming and a bit of drool in the corner of her mouth Kitsune said one last thing then lunged forward. “Now I want you!”
Kitsune pushed her lips over Motoko’s face and over her head, plunging her into the darkness inside her mouth. Before Motoko knew what was happening, she felt lips close over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. Kitsune let out a soft moan at the wondrous flavour she got from Motoko. Her tongue slathered her face, curling under her chin and sliding up over her closed lips. Kitsune had to wonder why she hadn’t tried eating any of her friends sooner.
Motoko would have screamed if Kitsune’s saliva wasn’t sloshing around her lips. Instead, she tried to pull her head out of Kitsune’s mouth, but the hungry vixen held tightly to her arms, keeping her from pulling back. She began to struggle, refusing to let this happen to herself. Kitsune felt her fighting and acted fast.
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