Harem Girl A Gratuituous Urusei Yatsura fic By Suika Roberts When I was younger, my harem daydreams were simple and unformed, just scantily clad girls scattered around, and Sakura-sensei feeding me grapes. I've got scantily clad women scattered about our dining room, Ryuunosuke doting on her very pregnant Nagisa, Oyuki and Ran giggling, petting, planning what sort of horrible things they're going to try and foist on my daughter next. She's very cute, just like Lum must have been at three, all big eyes and green hair. `Ahn shite,' Sakura says, and pops a peeled grape in my mouth when I open it for her. I had just managed to convince her not to peel them when there was yet another pesticide scare, so it's peeled grapes for all of us. Lum is warm and soft against me, her fingers twined in mine as they stroke her swollen belly. `Ahn,' Shinobu says. I look, dolma. I open my mouth, and she feeds it to Lum instead. *Mmmnm* I whine at her. Shinobu smiles, `What, You want one?' I nod, letting my eyes go large and limpid, pleading. She grabs another dolma, waves it in fromt of me. I drop my gaze, let my lip tremble, `Horrible woman, how can you treat the woman pregnant with your child with such disdain?' I whine, barely mannaging to keep from smiling. `I,' she starts, then feeds me the dolma, `Seem to recall you making no objection at the time.' `I had forgotten how much this part sucks. I can't see my feet without effort and they hurt most of the time,' I pause, shift up so I can see Benten, who's rubbing my feet, `I really love that, thanks, again.' She smiles, `You love what I'm going to be doing to you after dinner, too.' `Yes, but that is later.' Her fingers trail up my leg, `It doesn't have to be,' she starts. Lum reaches back and catches them, `Yes, it does. Darling needs her dinner, since she didn't eat anything for lunch.' `I did too.' `I don't count as a good, nutritious lunch, Darling.' `But very delicious.' She laughs, just a little, and twists around to kiss me. * Lum moans, a deep thoaty sound, as he slides into Ran's tight cunt, the head of his cock slick and warm against my shaft, then *mmm* right up against the underside of my own. `Yes, just like that,' Ran breathes from between us. `Are you ready?' Lum asks, his voice a little harsh, a little strained. `Yes,' Ran says, her hips twisting a little against mine, her breasts soft against my chest. `Oh,' a surprised little gasp escapes my throat at the feel of Lum drawing back. I rock my hips, arch my back a little, moan at the lovely feel of his cock head against mine as he thrusts back in. `Good. Just like that,' Ran says to my neck, one arm wrapped around me, the other probably wrapped back, about Lum's neck, `Oh, yes, more,' she says, her leg sliding up, her foot resting on my ass as I grind my pelvis gently against her clit. Lum reaches between us, stroking Ran's breast, then pinching my nipples cruelly before sliding down, wrapping his fingers around my cock for a moment before concentrating on Ran's clit, quick little circles that scrape his nails gainst my cock, and make Ran clutch us tighter, delightful little moans and sharp little gasps when I grind his fingers into her, his cock sliding along mine, deep into her, deep enough, now, that I can feel the vein underneath as it slips between the lobes of my cockhead. Ran stiffens, nails driving into my back, and, from the way he jerks, Lum's as well, `Again, once more,' she smiles, kisses my neck, `Please.' `Your wish,' Lum manages, keeping up a slow, steady thrusting as I try to catch my breath, `Is our command,' and he smiles encouragement at me. I nod, lean forward to kiss him, then down as Ran tilts her head up, kiss her too. Her ass is so soft as I cup it tightly, the better to control the almost overwhelming urge to just thrust against Lum as fast as I can until we both come, look for something to help stave off coming right _there_ as Lum slides back out, his nails scraping my cock. The soft, sated look on her face, when we finish with her. I groan, grinding my hips against her, for that didn't help at all. The smile on her face when she held my newborn daughter, Mayuko's face still squashed and red, a little slimy, short green fuzz covering her scalp, a tiny pink bare spot marking where one of her horns would soon grow in. Calmer, I resume thrusting, concentrating on the way she presses back against me, the slow rise of her voice as Lum works his fingers into her, the tight line of her throat. Lum's other hand slips up between us, and my other arm twinges fiercely, so I break rythm, cup her other cheek with my other hand, pull her tighter to me, Lum's hands pressed between us, sliding easily on the sheen of sweat and lube between us. `Oh, Lum-chan,' she twists, pressed tightly between us, pulls Lum in by his long hair so she can kiss him. He responds passionately, and she comes, stiffening, her nails raking my back again, pulling Lum's hair firmly, and Lum thrusts fiercely, pulling one hand free to wrap around my ass, pull me close, grinding against us so sweetly, then. It always surprises me, how much I enjoy fucking someone with Lum, boy or girl, if she's there it's so much better. We stroke against each other a few more times, then he breaks the kiss with Ran, and both reach to kiss me. Ran always gets all upset when we show that she's second in our hearts to each other, so I kiss her, let Lum twist our faces so she can kiss us both at once. * Kurama staggers in, feathers ruffled, shedding clothes, and plops onto the bed between me and Oyuki, who's busy, as usual, with Benten. I wouldn't mind too much, but both Lum and I are too big for mutual oral sex without a third person, and Benten forgot about us the moment Oyuki got back from getting the older three settled. `So,' Kurama asks, `Are you up for a little gentle, tired, girly sex?' `If Lum's up to it.' `She is,' Lum says from the other side of Oyuki's slender frame, then floats over, `I thought you weren't interested.' `If I'm not interested I'm giving birth or I'm dead,' I draw her into a hug, seven-month bellies brushing, preventing me from hugging her the way I want to. It is still just lovely, like nothing else in the universe. Kurama wraps her arms about me, rolls Lum and I both over on top of herself, kisses the side of my face, Lum's shoulder, lets out an `Ooph,' when I accidently plant my hand elbow in her solar plexus, rolling so I don't have all of my weight on her. `Sorry,' I say, getting one leg underneath, then carefully draping some of my weight back onto her as I lean in for a kiss. `Don't worry,' she says, `I don't bite pregnant women.' `Not even if they ask nicely?' Lum asks with a smile, then digs her cute little fangs gently into my shoulder. I whimper and press closer to her, pressing my breasts firmly into Kurama's face. Kurama smiles, I can feel it, and her happy little `Mmph!' of surprise. Her hands come up, pressing my breasts together against her face, and she take my nipples, first one at a time, then pushing me up a little before pressing my breasts together firmly and taking both nipples in her mouth. They're only big enough for that when I'm pregnant or nursing, and it hurts because they're tender right now, but she enjoys it so much I'm not going to tell her to stop. Lum nuzzles in, taking my right breast, then tracing slow circles around my nipple, cradling the abused flesh gently while Kurama continues to ravage my left, biting, digging her fingers in so my tit bulges out betwwen them. I love the contrast, and can't help rocking against Kurama's raised thigh, enjoying the smooth strength of it between my petals. Kurama shifts down a little, bringing her wet cunt onto my trembling knee. Her moan is warm and wet for an instant, then cool, and I shiver. I enjoy the soft wet warmth for a moment, then move back, not wanting her to come too quick. She whimpers, tries to shift down, stops at the touch of my hand on her belly. She releases my tit reluctantly, continuing to stroke with her fingers as I kiss my way down her face, nibbling her neck, then Lum takes her left side, leaving little red bite marks along her collarbone, then swirling around her breast, while I trail wet kisses along a mirror path, pausing every time Lum's face brushes mine to kiss her, resting my cheek on her nipple while I do. Kurama's fingers are trailed through my hair, and I can hear the smile in her voice, `You are both so pretty. Have I told you lately how much I love you both?' Lum breaks the kiss with me, trailing a smile and a little string of spit between us for a long moment before she stretches up to kiss Kurama on the lips, `Not recently, unless you count yesterday as recent,' she smiles, then kisses her again, the fingers of Kurama's other hand reaching out of her hair to trace the corner of her smile. She twists her head, reaching for Kurama's fingers with her lips. Lum is just so cute, sometimes. I shift, planting a knee on Kurama's hip. Her eyes flash to mine, and I cut them at Lum. Her smile twitches broader for a moment. I shift, rolling Lum onto her back, sliding over the top of her, our bellies brushing, the familiar, well practiced move made awkward by an extra nine kilos each. I pause, smiling, as the fluttering in my belly is answered by her sister. Lum smiles back, so I have to kiss her. I get a mouthful of feathers, because Kurama moved faster. I settle back, tapping my fingers on my belly, which taps back. I'd rather hoped she'd stay asleep for a little longer, but. Kurama has curled around Lum's belly, one leg along Lum's, the other curled up against her belly, already trembling as she gently strokes Lum's breasts, rubbing her face against them, lube glistening on the soft, glossy feathers covering her mound. I nuzzle them, carefully keeping my lips closed because I don't like the feel of those soft little feathers in my mouth, sticking to my tongue, between my teeth. They're lovely against my belly or face, though. I slip gentle fingers into Lum, matching the gentle rocking of her hips. I spread Kurma's petals, and carefully press my face to her. She's sweeter than the rest of us, not as salty, and I didn't get any feathers in my mouth. Lum reaches down, and draws Kurama's leg up higher over her belly. Kurama whimpers, her hips rocking, their movement constrained by her position, so I can keep up with her, rather than end up with a mouthful of feathers. Lum is even wetter, her clit firm beneath my thumb, her rythm picking up just a little as Kurama writhes against us, her breath fast and shallow. I pull back, blow a soft little breath over her petals, smile at the way they twitch, and then gently run her clit over my teeth with my tongue. She winces, as expected, and comes, hard, curling quite into a ball, rolling off Lum, almost wrenching my neck, shuddering in a manner that scared me the first time I saw it, and the next few as well. I keep my hand cupped over her cunt, pressing firmly as she twitches. She goes mostly limp, her hips rocking against my hand, opens her eyes and smiles, `Love you,' she manages, and then she's asleep, completely unconscious. Lum ruffles the feathers on her head, `She is so cute, isn't she?' I continue my gentle stroking, proud of my skill, since only a few years ago I'da froze, clutched my sore neck, or otherwise broke the mood. `Almost as cute as you,' I shift, getting my weight off my lower shoulder, press my face to her pubic hair, my nose to her clit. Her petals are so soft. She tangles her fingers in my hair, and pulls me back, turning my head to where Kurama is sprawled, her hand draped onto her belly, twisted with her knees one on top of of the other, her shoulders flat on the bed. `Tell me she isn't just the cutest creature in the universe,' Lum says. `She is very cute,' I admit, `especially in that pose, all soft and vulnerable,' I push myself up on my hands, crawl up so I can look her in the face, `But the cutest, sexiest, loveliest girl in known space is on her back,' I kiss her, `being kissed,' I kiss her again, `By me.' `Even with this belly?' `You never waddle, never have your back hurt, slip through the air gracefully, even with that belly.' `I'm sorry,' she says, and then she's behind me, her breasts soft against my back. I drop to my elbows, presenting my cunt for her. She licks my ass cheek, then her long, limber tongue is tracing my petals, and her hands are rubbing my belly, then slipping up to my mound, combing through my short, dark brown pubic hair, then she's tongue-fucking me, the thick length of it feeling incredibly long, tantalizing strokes of her fingers making me shudder. I press my hips back for her, and she smiles into my cunt, pinches my clit. I wince, for that didn't feel good at all. She notices, gives it an apologetic lick, then rolls me, getting her legs down so I'm in her lap, the curve of my waist tucked to the curve of her belly, face up, one of her hands on my breast, the other in my cunt, three fingers inside, thumb floating over my clit, `Smile, and watch me,' she says. `Yes,' I force my lips up, and wiggle my right hand under her belly, into the slick warmth of her petals, cup her clit between my index and middle finger, stroke gently and steadily. With my other hand I press myself up, my belly to hers, waking both of the little ones, who proceed to distract us for several minutes, kicking and carrying on together. Lum stiffens, a surprised little gasp escaping, and presses her cunt against my still-stroking fingers. Her own fingers plunge in deeply, pulling just a bit, bringing me over. * Nagisa is whimpering, gasping, flat on her back, into Ryuunosuke's cunt, her own clutched tight around my cock, her fingers wrapped around her breasts, holding them together. Lum's ass is right in front of me, his cock between her breasts, as he works it slowly. I bring my hand off of Nagisa's butt, rub my thumb over her clit in soft strokes, counterpoint, as she gets closer and closer, her legs clenching me to her tighter. I'm not going to come before she does, not this time . . . `Mama!' Mayuko opens the door, flies in, `I'm bored!' Nagisa groans, her legs dropping off my butt. `Mayuko,' I tell her, `We're playing together right now, I'll come play with you in a little while, OK?' `How long?' she asks, biting a knuckle. `About an hour,' I tell her, `Could you please stop barging in? Your Nagisa-mama gets really embarrassed when you do.' `Really?' she asks. `Really. You can ask her about it later.' `OK!' Mayuko flies out, and leaves the door open. When I get back from closing it, Ryuunosuke is deep into the nasty, thankless task of apologizing and coaxing that will take hours, or maybe days, to get Nagisa back. * `It'll be Lum's birthday soon,' I try coaxing, this time, `And I think she needs a good present.' Benten nods, `So?' `She's a princess, right?' `Yeah?' `So a princess needs a harem, this isn't the dark ages after all, we believe in equality between the sexes in Japan,' I smile, whether it's true or not, it makes a good line. `Oh? So who's supposed to be in this harem?' `There's that boy/girl gun, right?' `Right,' Benten nods. `I figured we could use it on me, and then maybe you and Oyuki could join me as Lum's harem.' `Why?' `You and Oyuki?' She shakes her head. `As I said, a princess needs a harem, and the guys around here are nutjobs.' `And you're not?' Benten smiles at me. `I'm not a dangerous nutjob -- I don't summon space taxis for rides I can't pay for, I don't attack unarmed people with swords, I don't chase people with baseball bats, I'm not a three hundred year old animated mummy,' I tick points off on my fingers as I go, stopping on my pinky, `although I like a girl who throws lightning bolts, that doesn't often put other people in danger.' `What about Nagisa?' `He's Ryuu-chan's, so we'd need her as well.' `Kurama?' `She's kinda scary, but decorative.' `Shinobu?' `If you can convince her,' I shrug, `I don't think she likes Lum much, but.' `Ran-chan?' `She's still fixated on Rei, and Rei has no sense.' `You're one to talk.' `If you don't want to help, don't,' I pout and turn away. `Let me talk to Oyuki.' `Thank you,' I say. *finally gonna get a harem! finally gonna get a harem! finally gonna get a harem!* I don't dance around like a fool until after she leaves. * `Well, if you are going to be a princess's harem girl, you need to practice being a girl,' Oyuki tells me, that dangerous little smirk on her face. I fight down the well-trained urge to run. `I suppose,' I agree. `Are you sure?' she asks, elegantly picking up the boy/girl gun, and pointing it at me. `Mostly. If I say stop, you'll stop, right?' I gulp, nervous. `If you say avacado, I'll stop.' `Avacado?' `Avacado,' she confirms. `Avacado, avacado. OK. I'm sure,' I turn back to look at her, not sure at all. She zaps me with the gun, and that unpleasant but not painful twisting happens again. `Oh, I'd forgotten how cute you are like this,' she coos, then cups my face in her hands, leans in, and kisses me, her lips parting, her tongue tracing along my lips. I gasp, and her tongue slips into my mouth, brushing along my own. She pulls back, smiles, and everything goes dark. Someone's slapping my face. I blink, open my eyes, `Oyuki? That was a strange dream, you were kissing me.' `I was. You really need to practice kissing girls if that made you faint.' `I didn't faint. Boys don't faint.' `Ataru-chan,' she says, pushing my shirt up, straddling my hips, `You,' she cups my breasts in her hands, flicking my nipples with her thumbs, `Are a girl at the moment.' I groan at the extremely pleasant sensation, `Oh. Then maybe I did faint.' Oyuki leans forward and kisses me again, just a little brush of lips on lips, `Pull your knees up,' she tells me, reaching back to grab my leg. I do, her butt warm against my thighs, and moan as she rocks her hips against me. `You're so much prettier as a girl,' she tells me, and kisses me again, this time with tongue. I whimper helplessly, warmth pooling in my belly, a delightful longing more intense than anything I've ever felt towards a girl before. She breaks the kiss, pulls on my shirt, and I raise my arms, lifting my torso to let her pull it off, `Your breasts are lovely, not large, but shapely,' and she curls, licks one nipple somehow without shifting off my lap. I groan, twitching, and she shifts back, twisting to drop one leg between mine, rubbing her crotch on my thigh as she suckles lightly at my breast, little kisses and licks lightly circling my nipple, then she wraps her lips around that aching point, and laves it with her tongue. My fingers slip into her hair, holding her in place as she licks me, her hips rocking against my thigh, a lovely warmth building in my belly. --- Log: 3170/Confusion/48: Another July field problem. Have cute little pocket comp with me this time, so when this forced itself into my head, I started typing it in. 3170/Confusion/50: Wrote a little yesterday, but not much. More today, and added log 3170/Confusion/51: Little bit more. 3170/Confusion/54: Little bit more. 3170/Aftermath/24: tiny edits. Little bit more. 3172/Bureaucracy/73: This popped into my head again, and so I wrote some more. Started this during trainup for my last deployment to Iraq, and I'm working on it in Kuwait again. Bah humbug.