Chris and Carrie arrived at the small bridge at the exact same time, but on opposite sides. They nodded, then walked together to the crosswalk. Chris made the journey over, and he and Carrie trekked down Stevenson Drive to a large, but elegantly unassuming house on a corner. Everything about it screamed average, from the outside, from the large and plain yard to the single oak tree off to the side. Carrie put her key in the lock, and a man behind a bar greeted the pair. “Hey,”, the jovial man barked, mirth in his smile, “Can I get you folks a drink? Ya seem like you’ve been through hell.” “Hit ‘em with one of your special pina coladas, Mark. Like you make for Harvey’s parties.”, Carrie ordered. She took Chris by the hand, and he gave a weak smile and a wave to his host as he was dragged to the cavernous living room.
Two large sofas filled the edges of the room, and on one of them was a writhing mass of flesh. Its undulations splashed sweat here and there, and a distinct smell rose on the air as Chris and Carrie drew closer. Gentle moans gave way to great cries of passion every now and then as one partner or the other swung the encounter in their favor. “Heh-hem.”, Carrie cleared her throat loudly. “I’m not stopping… now…”, came the dreamy reply, “I’m… almost there… You can watch if you want...” A young Asian girl’s neck arched back, exposing her face to the onlookers. Chris realized at this point that he was watching Haruka’s legendary libido in action. The girl had bagged yet another conquest, and was in the process of adding another entry to her little black book. The fact that she and her newest victim went at it right in somebody else’s living room and didn’t stop when company came said a lot about how passionate she was about this pursuit.
The anonymous man that Haruka had found this time was a very young and waifish one; he couldn’t have been a day over nineteen, and every inch of his hairless bronze body glistened with ropes of sopping wet muscle. Sweat crawled all over the poor fellow, soaking his elvish face and mane of sticky golden hair as he struggled to keep up with Haruka. Once Chris and Carrie had taken their seats across the room, Haruka flipped her date on his back and exposed her full body to everybody in the room. Chris couldn’t help but notice her full, perky breasts and the taut stomach beneath them, both leaping with every errant thrust. Her skin was like whipping cream being poured into a glass. As Chris watched intently, Carrie began playing a game on her phone. “If you want a round, just ask her. I won’t begrudge you, babe.”, Carrie sighed. “Be careful, though…” she added in a slightly lower tone, “Aaron treasures the girl, so if you hurt her, he’ll kill you. No questions asked.” Chris gulped, but continued watching. The outside thigh of his shorts showed the impression of a nine-millimeter pistol. The inside of that same thigh now showed very clearly that he was enjoying the show in front of him. “I…”, chris stuttered, “I think I’ll stick with one woman, thanks.”
Haruka grinned at her audience, then swiveled her noteworthy hips in a circle, petrifying her latest victim. She could feel his glans piercing through the condom, and it was quite the challenge for her to keep giving her best as the large member and its attachment wreaked havoc on her insides. Her date slipped back and forth, a piston in a well-oiled chamber. Haruka had total control, and she knew that the anonymous young man pinned beneath her feather weight loved every second of it. She wondered if the two double agents sitting across the room were enjoying the show, and decided to arch her back and give a loud moan for their benefit. Her tiny pink nipples made an arc through the air, and beads of sweat licked off of them to fly into her hair and on the floor. Her date shuddered under her, and the two let out a unified burst of ragged gasps as they climaxed in unison. She bent over him and put her hands on his chest, then locked eyes with him and lowered her face to his for a slow kiss. “Damn, that was nice!”, she exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. Her date finally spoke. “Good?!”, he nearly shouted in his milky boy-band voice, “That was the best I’ve ever had!” He stretched on the couch as the life slowly drained out of his spent cock, then lumbered to his full height. Haruka smirked at him, then strode over to Chris and Carrie. “If you guys ever want a threesome, I am so down.” she whispered. The sight and smell of her naked body right in front of him was almost more than Chris could bear. She smelled of untamed fields, and the heat rising from her skin was intoxicating. He gave Carrie a cursory glance and saw that she wasn’t quite under Haruka’s spell, but was sizing her up and perhaps giving the offer some thought. “We’ll consider it, cutie.”, she finally said with a smile, then surprised Haruka by reaching up to pull her down by the scruff of her neck for a quick kiss. Chris’ cock throbbed painfully at the sight of the two beautiful women kissing in front of him, one of them completely naked and dripping wet. His pride wouldn’t let him admit that he would take that offer right now if he had even a tiny bit less self-control. As if his hormones weren’t already raging out of control, Haruka turned her beautiful frame toward him. “If she gets a kiss, so do you!”, she squeaked, then bent over and pressed her lips tight to his. Her tongue made its way past his lips for a fraction of a second, and the taste nearly overcame him. Carrie gave him a knowing smirk and placed a hand on what seemed to be a metal object trying to poke through his shorts. “Not right now, tiger.”, she whispered, “Don’t worry, I feel the same as you do. I’m just better at hiding it.”
As Haruka whirled around to fetch her clothes, flashing her shapely ass at her audience, Chris finally stood up and cleared his throat. “We have the sword.”, he said in the calmest voice he could manage. “Oh, do you now?”, Haruka teased as she slipped into a tight sundress. Carrie retrieved the holy blade from its place on the couch and handed it to Haruka. She smiled down at the sword. “Yep, this is it, alright.”, she sighed as memories came flooding back to her. “I remember how it felt when Aaron handed it to me five years ago, still dripping with Victor’s blood. It’s the same feeling.” Chris’ raging lust finally began to subside, and he found the presence of mind to join the conversation. “So, can you wield it?”, he entreated. “And if so… do you think you can defeat him?” Haruka shook her head. “The answers there are yes and no, respectively.” She placed the sword gently on the couch behind her. “I can use the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi, but my skill is nowhere near Uncle Aaron’s. He’s stronger than I could ever hope to be.” Carrie nodded. “Morton Plant is surrounded.”, she said pensively, “We’ll have to wait for Aaron to recover and be released before we can get it to him.” Haruka and Chris both mm-hmmed their agreement.
“So,”, Haruka squeaked, “Next up is the alien weapon!” Carrie put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “I’m gonna need your help again, babe.” Chris let out yet another heavy sigh, an expression he was frankly growing tired of having to use at this point. “Lemme guess. Sea Org?” She shook her head. “Better.”, she quipped, “It’s apparently possessed by somebody in the mess of gangs in the St. Pete area underground.” Haruka pumped a fist. “We got this! Gangsters can’t stand against our might!” Carrie shook her head. “No, Haruka. Chris and I will work this one.” Haruka bristled. “What?! Why?!”, she demanded, “I’m more than strong enough! Hell, I could probably outfight both of you!” Chris chimed in. “We’re not doubting your combat abilities, Haruka, but having you along could be a liability because of your status.” Carried nodded. “You’re wanted by both sides, and you’re vital to ending the war before it starts. No matter how good you are, it’s better for you to stay off the front lines. If anybody knows you’re involved, we’ll be swarmed in a matter of minutes.” Haruka hissed. “Pff, whatever. Lame.” She grabbed the sword from the couch, and retired to a bedroom in the back hallway. Chris and Carrie sat down to start planning out their next move, and Mark finally arrived with the pina coladas.
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