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Every Mamono Needs a Hiro! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Hiro's pumping fastened to keep up with the grinding of the thunderbird. His hand was desperately trying to keep up with Melio's motions, synchronizing the times her hips would dig into the pillow with his hand being at the base of his member. Quiet gasps escaped from his lips, while a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. Hiro tried to match the rough, sloppy grinding of the monster girl by gripping his member even harder, squeezing the shape in hopes of making it burst sooner. Every manuver that Melio partook in came with another by Hiro, as if the male wished to climax together with the blonde-haired girl. He lurched forward to get a better view of her cute little ass. He could just barely make out the pink-ish glow of the girl's most sacred spot. It seemed to shine in the darkness, lit up by the passion of her fluids, which curled down and dirtied a pillow that didn't even belong to her. A shiver went down his spine when Melio turned her head to the side. "T-this isn't what it..." Hiro whispered, though the rough sound of masturbation would drown out his voice. His voice trailed off when he saw that the girl continued to ride the pillow. Had she not seen the light from the hallway piercing into the room? Could she not see the soft orange glow from underneath her closed eyelids?

The threat of being caught caused his heart to race. He should've left at the moment and finished off his masturbation in his own room, but there was a certain joy in doing this, and the fear of getting caught, just like what had happened when he was downstairs with Kyra. His eyes caught sight of her moaning mouth, spotting a tower of saliva forming between her upper and lower lips. His chest puffed out, breathing heavily when he could see Melio's innocent expression. As her back arched, Hiro took the chance to evalate his orgasm to keep up with her. His hands pumped for the last time and spilled out the orgasm, with his own quiet moans matching her own. With his other hand clutching tightly onto the door knob, Hiro was heavily panting with a sudden weakness between his legs.

Hiro slowly turned the door knob and was about to retreat back into his room. He didn't mind Melio's movements at first, as she didn't even seem to look in his direction. Then, her voice drained any hope of a quick escape. At first, the black-haired male couldn't believe that she hard heard him. He continued to twist the door, about to leave in hopes of having the girl second-guess her hearing. Though when he considered how superhuman these monster girls were, he doubted that Melio would be bluffing. The male pursed his lips and used his hands to cover the spot between his legs. Though, it would feel strange since one of the hands covering his member was sticky and warm. "Y-You were quite beautiful there, Melio. I never knew someone who was so quietly ferocious could make such wonderful sounds." Hiro tried to slightly change the topic of him peeping into her own arousal.

"You know, we're technically even. You caught me doing something indecent, and I caught you doing something indecent." Of course, Hiro was talking about the two masturbating. He didn't know that Melio had seen Hiro in another compromising situation. "So, if you don't mind, I think I'll head back to bed!" He smiled, hoping that the thunderbird would give him a pass for spying on her.​
 
He almost got away. The sly devil, complimenting her so lewdly, as he tried to make a run for it. Immediately, her Tsundere side had seized her; and that rare flush ran over the Thunderbird's brilliant cheeks. Those lightning-bolt tattoos stood in stark contrast to the red hue of that flush; lighting up the dark brilliantly. Oh, how he made her feel. This strange flutter of a sensation, that passed through her heart. No. That was weird. Strange, it just felt strange. She couldn't give in so easily to a player! He was just trying to get into her pants! Yes, yes, that was all. He was just trying to do something to her, to manipulate her, and... that was just what she wanted.

Her eyes suddenly snapped back into focus, and Hiro would find the Thunderbird giving him another death glare."Get. Back. In. Here.", she commanded him, slipping off from the pillow, to stand in front of her bed. Remember that she had quite literally bitch-slapped his crazed younger sister, but a few hours ago, with a futon, it probably wasn't the best plan to run from her. She was revealed in all of her glory, as she turned about to face him; B-Cup breasts adorning her petite frame. Everything about her, except for the illustrious wings, and wicked attitude, screamed the type of girl that would enflame any mane's protective side; yet she didn't seem to need it. Or want it, for that notion.

As Hiro closed the door, and turned towards her, Melio made her way across the room; stepping lightly with those avian appendages. Eventually, she ended up right in front of him; looking over his naked form. The Thunderbird's eyes settled on his crotch, and specifically the hand soaked in white substance, which her body so eagerly craved. She felt so confused, but needy; a flush coming to her cheeks once again. Showing that sensitive, innocent side to him, so close to him, it was like someone else had replaced Melio. She refused to look at him; glancing down at the ground to the side. After but a moment, however, he would hear her murmur, with the raw, furious intensity of a baby mouse squeaking in the night, "K-Kiss me..."​
 
Indeed, he did almost get away! Hiro was a sly man who had quite a way with words. One could say that his rhetoric was the other half of his charm that made so many girls fawn over him. He was always the type of man who gave the school girls just a little bit of what they wanted, only to pull back. The girls would come to him, yearning to taste more of the sweet nectar of his words. Only a few would ever get to taste the viscous honey, and only one would ever be taken to the hive itself. The one who had stepped into his hive was buzzed by delight. But, that one person was now showering and most likely would retire into their bed from a long day.

It seemed like the thunderbird also desired to taste that sweet honey directly from the source. Despite his rather comedical comment, Hiro's body had shown off brilliantly to her. The smile on his face spoke oodles of his confidence, and fit body seemed to support that. His sharp crystal eyes practically glowed in the dark, off-setting his darker, black hair. Yet, what was most peculiar was that there were still droplets of water curling down his skin from the steaming shower, as well as a few beads that rested between the strands of his hair. Just moments before he could disappear, she had commanded for him to stay.

Those same crystal eyes hovered back over at hers, while his smile curled down just slighty. Does she want payback? Is she going to hurl a futon at me? But the only futon is downstairs! So, if I jump out the window and land on my feet, I'll have about eight seconds before Melio can grab the futon and hurl it at me... Such a thought was ridiculous, but the truth was that the thunderbird herself was a fearsome monster girl, and he needed to think crazy to avoid getting caught up in crazy situations. When he found that the blonde-haired girl didn't move an inch, but instead presented her naked body to him, he wondered if she had any other intentions. Every gentlemen part of his personality told him to look away, but he just couldn't. Not while Melio had practically invited him to stare at her. And so, he did. Hiro made no efforts to hide as his eyes looked at her nubile body, from her cute round thighs to her perking breasts. Yet despite how small and fragile she looked, Melio was anything but. If Melio didn't hold the authority she had now, Hiro would've long left the room. But something told him that if he left, he would have been in for a rude awakening. "U-Umm...?" Hiro awkwardly pursed his lips.

His hands still partially covered his member when Melio tried to look at it. "My eyes are up here." Hiro said, so proud that he was able to say that joke, as a man. Though, maybe monster girls didn't have those types of jokes back where they had come from. Or, maybe Melio didn't have a sense of humor. Because Hiro thought it was funny. Hell, he thought it was hilarious.

She was so close to him, and acting rather strange. Had this been the same monster girl that shocked him when he put his arm around her? The one that seemed uncomfortable with him moments before was now curiously stealing looks at his elephant trunk. Hiro blinked when Melio told him to kiss her. Did he hear her wrong? The male stood there for a few seconds to wait for the thunderbird to correct her statement. But when no other words were uttered by her, Hiro immediately felt excitement of being able to take the avian girl. His hands fell to his side, allowing his now re-rising erection to poke out and gently prod at the girl's stomach. "A-Are you sure? Didn't you hate me touching you before? W-What made you want to... do this?" Hiro asked, though he wasn't going to wait too long and spoil the mood for his curiosity. His hand reached out and gently scooped her chin upward with his index finger. His thumb gently stroked the side. Fearful eyes looked at her, still analyzing what had caused this change. When Hiro had given up finding a solution, he closed his eyes and brought his lips towards hers. His other hand reached over and grabbed onto her shoulder. First, a quick peck on the lips. Then another. And another. The forth kiss would last much longer, with his lips pressed against hers. At that time, the hand on her shoulder ran down her arm, all the way until he could swirl his fingertips in a circular motion on the back of her palm. Hiro broke the kiss and pulled his head back. The hand on her chin fell to his side.

"C-Can I go now?"​
 
Even Melio didn't know what to think of herself. This strange, unorthodox action of hers. A dark blush was ever-present on her cheeks, and her eyes were locked on his. Deep in her abdomen, something fluttered, warm and ablaze with a gentle passion. Something queer, and strange, but made her feel oh-so alive. Was this love? No,that couldn't be right! He was just her friend's brother; nothing more, or less. Or... Or was it?

When his fingertips tilted her head up, just from that touch, a soft moan slipped from her. He hadn't even done anything to her, and a shiver had ran down her spine. When his lips finally touched her, even for that soft peck, she shuddered. Her feathers rustled, and sparks of electricity shot of them. One, just a single on, landed on Hiro's shoulder,and sent a jolt along his arm; one of a warm, ecstatic pleasure. It wasn't anything intense, but if he wasn't still painstakingly aroused; he would be now.

The following kisses only brought more of a charge to her, and by the time his lips finally locked on her; she had shifted onto her tippy... talons... and leaned forward against him. She seemed to not notice the rigid rod that rubbed over her taut stomach; her eyes closed, a​
nd her mind absorbed in that kiss. Indeed, her wings had began to crackle with energy; flaring small bolts of lighting down the conductive length. Luckily enough, she was refraining from embracing him with them.

When he finally pulled away, she almost didn't seem to notice. Melio remained there for a long second, lips pursed, before she straightened up. That blush slowly faded from her cheeks, and that cold countenance returned, when she heard his request. "Fine, baka... leave,"she growled at him, gesturing with one wing. Yet, despite her firm-sounding insistence, she had yet to move in the least. Perhaps... no...this way Melio...no way.
 
There was a certain tenderness to the thunderbird's touch, despite the small bits of electricity that flew from her body. The tiny droplets throughout his body conducted the current and sent blissful waves throughout his body, tingling and even warming up his limbs. He wasn't too sure if his heart was racing from the excitement of the scene, or if it was from when Melio set her hand on his shoulder. His member gently brushed against her stomach, the head gliding alongside her smooth skin to give the girl a taste of what she had seen in the kitchen. If such a member could make Kyra's body shiver with pleasure, then what could it do to a smaller person like Melio? Surely, she would only be able to dream of how it would feel. It could only be imagined as something more rough than the pillow, and something that could drive in deeper and reach all the delicate spots that she would otherwise never knew existed.

As he pulled away, Melio still had her eyes closed and lips pursed. A small smile crept on his face, pleasantly surprised by this new side of the monster girl. Though the male often shied up in many situations, this was surely not one of them. His hand gently caressed her body, trailing all the way down to the bone of her wings. The fingers dragged alongside it, attempting to absorb any small amounts of electricity as possible. As her cheeks faded and her cold expression returned, Hiro could only read it as the young monster girl hiding her true intentions. He repressed the urge to smile and took a step back from the monster girl. "Hmmm... And here I thought you needed something more from me~" His teasing voice hummed. "I'm your host, so I would be happy to take any requests." Yet by the time Hiro said this, he already had his back turned to the thunderbird. His hand held onto the doorknob, ready to close it behind him.

The male looked over his shoulders, back at the naked Melio standing there in darkness. "I guess I'll have to find another way to rub off my excitement." He chuckled.​
 
The Thunderbird only felt as if he could express her strange sense of emotion in soft moans; one of which slipped from her lips when he had pulled away. A shiver ran down her spine, and along her wings, sending a pulse of electricity down them. Why did he maker her feel this way? She didn't care for him; that would be utterly preposterous. Why, then, did the current crackle over her wings? Why did her body respond to every small movement of him, nearby her?

Yet, when she opened her eyes, she found his smug look right back at her. Immediately, her anger flared forth from beneath the voltage, and her cold demeanor returned. She refrained, momentarily, from saying a word to him, and only glared; something within that refracted, and rather disappointed at all that he did. Eventually, she sighed, and straightened up, scowling at Kyra's older brother.

Even as he held the door there; taunting her with one last lingering remark, she reached out with one of her feet. Clutching her talons almost gingerly about the bottom of the door. "You...", she leaned in, for a moment, her countenance softening, as her eyes found him. Melio seemed about to divulge a deep, heart-wrenching secret, but her gaze suddenly hardened, and a smirk once more came to her lips; revealing it to be a ruse."...are a narcassistic asshole." And with that, she slammed the door with her foot; not caring whether his hand was wrenched from the doorknob. A huff, and she turned; carrying herself back to the bed she was just on. "Insufferable baka...", she growled out, to noone in particular this time. While the others might fall for the tricks he pulled, she seemed even more resiliently stubborn that even Kyra. No, his games and attempts to play at her, would only be met with the cold, killer glare of a phone charger.​
 
The male gazed backwards when the door was suddenly locked into place, preventing him from closing it. The only suspect who could've halted the door was none other than the Melio. It was a mystery as to what was going on through her mind, as the softened expression almost told him that the thunderbird was going to tenderly ask for him to continue their session. Instead, her countenance hardened like a rock, and gave him that same cocky smile that she had presented him when they first met. Was the shiver that just went down his spine solely from that expression, or was it from the electricity lingering in the air around the dangerous monster girl? It was hard to tell. Which words came out of her lips next seemed to surprise Hiro, and baffle him, even. Did she just call him a narcissistic asshole? No one had ever called him that before. Rather than be hurt by her words, Hiro was interested in what made her say that. His eyes fixed on her, attempting to peer into the deepest reaches of her mind.

The slightest twinkle of vulnerability had called for Hiro to use one of his moves on the thunderbird. His lips parted, ever so slightly, at her soft gaze. Just when he was about to turn around, her expression had changed into something more sinister. An evil smirk, which quietly laughed at Hiro, had appeared on her lips. As she slammed the door closed, Hiro found himself falling a bit forward and out of the room. His arm was compressed at a strange angle that made him pull it towards his side and roll his wrist. "O-Ouch..." The male mumbled after hearing the rest of her comment. It seemed like the thunderbird wasn't interested in having fun with the human tonight. The male leaned up against the door, pressing the back of his head against it. "I wonder what you were thinking about when you were masturbating like that?" Hiro chuckled. "I'm sure we'll figure out which of the two will give in first. Until then, you know where to find me." The male would retire to his room before Melio had the opportunity to blow the door up, along with everything in the house. He scurried back to his room, intent on not making the mistake of entering into the wrong room.

He decided to leave the original clothes he was going to change into in the bathroom. Most likely, he'd pick them up when he woke up the morning. Hiro picked up some other clothes from his closet and dressed himself appropriately in a black v-neck shirt and a pair of red athletic basketball shorts, before drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Hiro woke up a little later than usual. He usually had his phone wake him up, though he had realized that his phone was probably sitting somewhere in the living room. If it wasn't fully charged by the thunderbird, it was surely tinkering around 95% or so. He had gotten ready upstairs, before making his way to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast.​
 
The cocky fuck still had the nerve to poke at her, it seemed. So, it wasn't much of a surprise, when Kyra's older brother heard a dull impact on the door, and a concurrent growl from the Thunderbird inside. Promptly, though, he had retreated from the area; leaving Melio to her own devices. Snarling lightly inside of the room, she stood, forcing herself to relax.

Eventually, she sighed, and turned, dropping onto her bed. Best to forget about tonight, and get some sleep; Hiro wasn't someone you spent time pondering, it seemed. So, Melio curled up, unfurling her wings, and wrapping them about herself. Comfortable, really, serving to block out the light, and cushion her body suitably. Her eyes fluttered for but a moment, before closing, and her breath began to slow.

"Insufferable baka...", she murmured again, before sleep claimed her.

----The Next Morning----

Surprisingly, as he headed downstairs, Hiro would be confronted with the sweet smells of breakfast. Most weekends, he did fix it--since that was one of the few meals he was typically home for--yet, delicious-ness hit his nose. Hrm... sausage, bacon... all the works, it smelled like. Indeed, it was enough to make any stomach rumble with an appreciative need to devour.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen, he would find the dining-room table already fully-loaded. A platter of perfectly-browned hashbrowns, fluffy pancakes, sizzling sausage, cracklin' bacon, and glasses of milk sitting at four locations. Of course, the most delicious meal of all was there, too; Kyra sitting atop he tower, kicking her legs back and forth. She was conversing with Alexis, whom was over by the stove.

At first glance, the entire stove and area was completely on fire. Taking a moment to look closer, it could be seen that Alexis' own flames had merged with those of the fire; roaring them all to a bright orange heat. No low-down propane fires for that elemental; no-way. Alexis--in the process of sliding the rest of the bacon from a pan, onto a platter-- noticed him first, and shot him a bright smile."Hey, Nii-san!", her scatterbrained call filled the room; and Kyra was quick to turn in surprise. "Oh, good morning...", she trailed off, with a soft giggle, as if Alexis' own welcome filled in the name there. Melio was nowhere to be seen.​
 
The scent of grease had lingered in the air, followed by a series of crackling noises from the kitchen. It was surely an unusual occurrence to hear such activity in the morning, as Kyra often opted to leave Hiro to his own devices during the weekend. Though with their rekindled relationship, the should've expected something like that to happen. After all, he was sure that Kyra thought about the competition that she would face when the week started back again. Even if Hiro didn't flirt with any of them, there would be bound to be girls plotting their advances on him. Still, Hiro would like to think that his sister's intentions were more genuine in nature, and she had done so out of the goodness of her heart, rather than as a competition. His second surprise came in the form of a second person who was also in the kitchen. His heart jumped for a moment when he saw pillars of fire rise from the kitchen. At a second glance, he saw that Alexis was the arsonist-in-question. He weakly waved at the two, clearly still getting used to the morning. His eyes slowly followed the addictive scent until he laid eyes on the wonderful assortment of food on the dining room table. Hiro looked back at the two women. "You two... made this?" Hiro rubbed his eyes. "That's... *yawn* impressive."

He turned to the ignis. Now that he thought about it, he had never gotten his answer for her dual personality. "You're back to your bubbly self." He commented, not too sure how to word his curiousity this early in the morning. He went over to Kyra's side. Though he wanted to engulf the entire breakfast table, it was only fair to enjoy the morning meal with all the girls. Especially those hashbrowns. If there was a weakness that Hiro had, it had to be his absolute obsession with potatoes. Kyra would've surely known that already.

Leaning on the counter top, Hiro casually laid his elbows on the marble layer. "So, I suggest we explore the city a little bit. Maybe you two can even show us where you 'teleported' from into this world. The location might give us some hints as to how to get you two back." He pursed his lips. "Melio's still sleeping?" He asked.​
 
Kyra couldn't help but giggle softly-- a sound usually unheard of, considering her normal chuckles, or snorts of derision-- and gesture to Alexis. "I didn't make a bit of it. Alexis did all the work. Apparently, we have a lot of the same meals, between their world, and ours. Although, I did tell her about hashbrowns...", his younger sister explained, flashing him a small smile. She had told Alexis to cook his favorite meal? Surely, there was something wrong with his sister. Was she sick? Did she have a fever? Why was there a near-hungry look in her eyes, as she glanced at him? Ah, surely, it was the bombardment of delicious smells, that made her look so starved. Nothing else, of course, could put that glint of sustenance-need in her eyes. Nay, that would just be out of the question...

As it was, Alexis tilted her flaming head to him; flames dieing down about the stove, to fade back into her own."...What do you mean, Hiro? Do you actually presume that I'm not always this way?", she inquired of him, a slight frown on her lips. More confusion than anything, but she shrugged, and headed to the ta​
ble; supplementing the bacon that was already on one of the platters. A circuit back, and she returned with a kettle of coffee."Yes, Melio is still asleep. She's really not a morning...", promptly, she trailed off, a soft laugh coming from her. Of course, it was accompanied by a long groan; Melio came tramping into the room."...bird. You-know, she doesn't like worms."

Her entire upper half, was draping almost comically towards the ground. Moving in a near-sloth-like manner, she drudged past Hiro--not sparing him even a glanced-- and took a seat at the table. She groaned something of a greeting to both Kyra and Alexis; before grabbing a cup of coffee--poured promptly by the Ignis-- awkwardly between her wings. Managing to hold onto it, she lifted it adorably, like a child clutching a cup in two hands, to her lips; guzzling it down, before acquiring another one. This one she nursed, while her chin rested on the table. Really, really not a morning bird, apparently.

However, Kyra and Alexis were quick to turn their attention back to him. As they sat down, and began to dish up the plates in front of them; Kyra glanced up at him."Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Show them the sights, too." Alexis' turn to chime in, she explained, "There were no signs of our appearance; I made sure to analyze the area, before we left. I'm fairly certain I didn't miss anything." Her confidence was true, so much so, that her attention returned to the food; tasting in her strange way. With each piece of sustenance that she incinerated, her flames seemed to grow a bit brighter; a smile coming to her lips. For something that seemed she could't eat, she did enjoy it tasting.
 
Hiro was perplexed by the sudden change in Kyra - the sudden non-tomboyish qualities that had begun to surface. It was strange seeing his little sister in another light, though part of him wondered if he overlooked her cuter personality when he had only seen her as a sibling. Now, he saw Kyra as a woman. A well-defined, mature woman who had stolen the hearts of many men. That wasn't to deter away from Alexis' beauty either, though. The flamed girl had her own obvious charm, from her curvy figure to her well-done fiery hair. "So, we have three cooks in this house? Sounds like a luxury." Hiro smiled, trying to look away from the curious glances that Kyra gave him. He could feel her eyes lingering on him, as if she was hungry for something. Yet, there was something strange that made the otherwise social Hiro begin to shy up.

Thankfully, Alexis served as a great distraction from his sister. Hiro looked over at the fiery girl, while trying to avoid looking at his sister from his peripheral vision. He didn't quite get what the ignis was trying to get at, though he had an impression that the girl wasn't quite bubbly. Maybe, it was just her joyful personality that made her come off that way. "You're full of surprises, I guess." He chuckled softly. Then, when Melio entered into the kitchen, Hiro could practically smell death on the girl. Her back was hunched and her body was practically walking like a zombie that hadn't eaten flesh in years. Her sloth-like demeanor surely contrasted with her beautiful fluff of feathers, and her bright hair. "Then, it might be worth it to investigate the general area, then. For some reason, I can see the aura surrounding particular women. I used to think there was something wrong with me, but now, it seems like the aura I see on women help me identify monster girls. There's bound to be some monster girls locally that know what is going on." As the thunderbird gulped down her first cup of coffee, Hiro figured that it was a cue that they could all sit down and enjoy breakfast together.

He took a seat and wasted no time piling on the browned hashbrowns, as well as a few sausages, pancakes, bacon, and just about a little of everything that the table had to offer. "This looks amazing, Alexis. Your future husband would probably fall head over heels for you." Hiro stabbed some of the hashbrowns with his tiny pitchfork, and shoved them into his mouth delightfully. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he reached for the glass of milk and took a healthy gulp, allowing his adam's apple to tingle with delight. As he set the cup down to the side, he looked up at the fiery-haired girl. "So, Alexis. Do you have a significant other back in your world? Surely, there's monster boys as well, if monster girls exist?" He asked curiously.​
 
As if on the cue that Hiro had noticed, when Melio drew her second cup of coffee, Alexis and Kyra sat down. Kyra, occasionally glancing to her older brother, began dish up her own plate; more pancakes than anything. If there was ever a moment that the Manticore had expressedly loved her brother, it was when he had fixed pancakes in the morning. Her favorite meal; there was soon a towering pile on her plate, and about half a bottle of maple syrurp, to top it off. Then, seeing herself not being the point of attention, she began to tear into it. Knife and fork slashing with surgical precision, tearing through the meal with reckless abandon. She almost looked like she had the day before; a voracious creature, wanting nothing more than to devour and destroy.

Then she'd look up, with half a slab of pancake in her mouth, and flash Hiro a gleeful smile,before returning promptly to her feast.

Alexis, however, incinerating--although, if Hiro thought about it, it was much more along the lines of absorption--her food, had her attention diverted to him. "That does sound like a good plan. Maybe we can find any... Mamono around the area, and question them." Melio even chimed in here, and gave a light groan, tinged with a tone of agreement. She seemed to slowly be re-acquiring a soul, as she nursed her cup of coffee. had she simply been up late,or was this her natural morning response? Indeed,it was both worrying, and amusing; her vibrant colors off-set by the aura of death and gloom that protruded off from her.

A warm, happy, smile slid upon Alexis' features, as she heard his compliment."Why, thank you, Hiro. Being an entity of fire, I've picked up a thing or two, from the millions of dishes cooked with it.", she explained, before a light blush came to her cheeks. She only just seemed to recognize his pinch at her relationship status, before he came clean with it."Er... I... uh...",she stammered out embarrassed-ly, before swallowing back her anxiety."...Well, no... there's legends about how there used to be males in our world... but that's just folklore. I've had... relationships, with other Mamono...but when you're several hundred years old, it's kind of difficult to find some common-ground. And other Ignis', are rather rare... ",she explained, fixing him with an estranged look. So, the cat was out of the metaphysical bag. The reason for her exceeding amounts of intelligence, alongside a bubbly demeanor, was the fact that she just that old; to have so much knowledge, alongside a personality, it wasn't even comprehensible.​
 
At some point during the meal, Hiro had caught sight of Kyra diving into the pancakes. The barbaric girl had decided to look up at the two made eye contact. With a scoop of hashbrowns on top of his fork and the half-pancake sliding off her cheek, it was clear to the siblings that they were both in paradise. He smiled, though not as a goofy as Kyra had, and the two quietly recognized their and each other's satisfaction. He turned his attention back to Alexis. The ignis was burning the food. Though, he began to wonder if part of cooking the food in the first place was also considered her eating food. So technically, the other three sitting around the dinner table would be eating her leftovers. Or maybe he was getting a little to philosophical in terms of how the redhead ate. As long as the fire didn't burn him or anything in the house, he didn't mind the flames. "They seem to have integrated themselves very well into society. So, I'm assuming that they've probably tried to find ways back too." He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe there's not even a way back." Hiro suggested, raising his eyebrow at the possibility of the two girls having to spend the rest of their lives in this new world.

Tasting the perfectly crisp hashbrowns made him wonder if he could ever tagteam with Alexis in the kitchen. Sure, cooking was fun, by it was even more exciting when you had someone by your side helping out. It would certainly make meal preparation go by a lot faster, too. The male happily crunched his teeth on the puffy skin, savoring the salty goodness. The male looked at the ignis while casually chewing on his food. What he didn't expect, however, was her answer to his question. Hiro practically choked on the food, finding some bits of potatoes caught in his windpipe. The male set his fork down and used his other hand to pound his chest until the food was dislodged. "S-Several hundred years?! You don't look a day past 20." He gasped, wondering if Alexis was technically a 'milf', or if monster girls in general just had longer life spans. Still, that would explain her large amount of knowledge, combined with her bubbly personality. Actually, no it didn't. If anything, Alexis shouldn't have a speck of bubbly personality in her. But he decided not to question her in hopes of not offending her.

Anyways, Alexis' explanation about the lack of males would explain the scene that he had seen from Melio the other day. It seemed like all monster girls, no matter how detached they were, sought after lust from time to time. They were no different from humans, who, too, sought out pleasure whenever possible. Though, if Melio, who was normally a very quiet and serious girl could give him such a show, then he could only imagine what Alexis would try whenever she was in the mood. The male found himself staring at the thunderbird by accident. When he noticed, the male quickly looked away and buried his eyes in the food. He poked a piece of sausage - the last piece on his plate - and ate it.​
 
Alexis paused for a moment, eyes widening a bit at his statement. While there was the heft potential for fact in that comment, it was just bewildering to think about it. To think that they would be stuck here, forever, in this 'strange' world... Suddenly, she shared a glance to the Thunderbird across from her. Melio, more-or-less awake by now, met it, and a light blush swept across each of their cheeks quickly."That wouldn't... necessarily be bad...", she murmured in response, finally, before cracking a smile."... Ignis' live lonely lives. Most Mamono don't get along with us, or are the type that would rather live isolated; so we're stuck non-social. Being here... talking to you guys, cracking jokes, all of this.. it's a lot of fun. It wouldn't be so horrible to live here...", she finally concluded, before incinerating another sausage. Not burning, but incinerating; more akin to absorption, than simple fueling. Especially noticeable in the way that her flames flickered with each one. As if to put his glances more at ease, she did it while 'eating'. Taking one of smaller sausages, she popped it into her mouth, where it was prompt that her flames flickered, when she closed her mouth.

"Er... yeah?Most Mamono live pretty long; elementals more-so. We can live indefinitely, if not outright killed, and the conditions are right. I never really was one to make enemies, so everything worked out for me, I suppose...", she paused, then a giggle came to her lips. "I suppose that it all makes me a little crazy sometimes... almost perceptibly so...", she murmured, more to herself, than to anyone else. So, what, if the fiery girl was a little bat-shit crazy personality-wise? What would that do their relationship, or anything else? Of course, that intellectual side only took-over, whenever she was stressed, or something had occured that needed more precise attention.

Melio, meanwhile, seemed mostly recovered. While she still slumped a little bit, she had managed to sit up; giving an adorable yawn to the occupants of the table. She dished up her plate, with some hashbrowns, sausages and bacon; piling the meats, and forgoing the pancakes entirely. A sudden flurry--almost ridiculous, really--and the plate was clean; a contented look on her face. Talk about the appetite of a hawk... rather, the appetite of a Roc, apparently... Yet, when he was so suddenly staring, she noticed. Her eyes flitted over, found his, then looked away. A moment later, they shot back, and a light blush formed on her cheeks. However, she was prompt to look away again, murmuring, "Baka."

Kyra, meanwhile, had finished her massive pile of pancakes; and was now lounging back comfortably in her chair. "So...", she addressed Hiro, turning her attention to him."...Do you want to head straight out for that today, or are we going to do something else this morning?" While her face was straight, and her tone did not waiver... her tail was missing from behind her. So suddenly, he could feel it brush against him under the table; almost nuzzling up his leg. Teasing, and taunting, it went, until it rested against his upped thigh; just a few inches from what it so eagerly seemed to enjoy it. It didn't move any farther, however, and as Kyra tilted her head questioningly at her older brother; he could see that playful gleam taunting him within her eyes.
 
Hiro couldn't help but to feel sympathetic for the ignis. Though it had just been a joke, he could feel a lingering sadness clouding Alexis' mind. If she truly did live for several hundred years, then she must've bottled up these feelings of isolation for a long while. He wanted to comfort her, but figured it wasn't quite appropriate at the moment. His eyes flickered over to the buring sausage. The meat dissolved in the intense heat, until it was no more. Before him was a girl who seemed to shine brightly, quite literally, but was never recognized by others. "Alexis..." He whispered her name with concern. His lips curled ever so slightly. "Then, let me see that crazy side of you more. Let all of us see it more. No one will judge you here." He smiled, folding his arms together against his chest.

Hiro could only chuckle at the sudden embarrassment of the thunderbird. Oh, he'd have plenty of fun with her, apparently. Deciding to forgo any further attention, he then turned over to his little sister. "Yes, Kyra?" He waited for the raven-haired girl to speak. At first, her sentence didn't quite make sense. Even more so, he couldn't get a read on his sister's face. It was only then, that he felt something bulbous and soft rub against his leg like a cuddling pet. The male tensed up, almost obviously so, when he felt the tail. Yes, it had to have been her tail that rubbed him. He could feel the tail slowly trail upwards, dragging up a bit of his shorts and causing it to rise up a bit. A quiet sigh escaped his lips, to which he covered up by faking a cough and bringing up a fisted hand up to his lips. Hiro spotted a twinkle in his little sister's eyes. After having done something so terrible last night, could he do it again? Was it right to do it again? His heart raced, with guilt still lingering over him for commiting the taboo. The male gulped. While his arms were still folded at his chest, his fingers dug into the side of his shirt. "O-Oh yeah! I actually have to help you fix that creaking sound in your bed! How could I forget?" Hiro tried his best not to stutter. The male practically bolted up and collected his dish. The boy looked over at the other two monster girls. "I'll be quick. Kyra just has to show me the problem and I'll fix it. Until then, have you heard of television? I-It's a great invention!" Hiro jog-walked over to the living room and found the remote. He clicked on the television, which displayed a wonderful range of colors of what had appeared to be saturday morning cartoons. "You two really should check this out! I-It's really entertaining!"

It seemed like the male had suddenly obtained a sense of urgency. Almost in a flash, he returned back to his sister's side and grabbed a hold of her wrist. "L-Let's go, Kyra..." He tugged, hoping to pull his younger sister out of her seat and lead her upstairs. His cheeks were blushing a faint red, and his eyes were dialated.​
 
A warm, joyful, smile spread upon the Ignis' lips, and she tilted her head just a bit to peer over at Hiro. She had assumed he was nice, but she hadn't expect such an outstanding act of kindness."That's...", she paused, and for a moment, that light blush came to her cheeks. If it was possible for a being made entirely of fire, flames, and generally bombacious heat, to cry, that would be Alexis."...Awfully kind of you to say, Hiro...Thank you. It means a lot." She returned to her food after thanking him; but that blush remained on her cheeks, and her flames seemed to flicker in a strangely anxious-like manner. All of a sudden, she found herself a bit embarrassed, glad that he had accepted her strange self, but now flustered in his presence.

Luckily enough, and rather strangely, to the two girls, Hiro seemed to be in a rush all of a sudden. Having finished, Alexis collected Melio's plate, and took them to the kitchen; before ushering the begrudged Thunderbird towards the living room. Somewhere along the line, they shared one curious, but skeptical glance, before meeting him in the living room. While Alexis only seemed mildly curious; Melio gaped like an electric outlet, without a cord. Utterlessly fascinated, like a kid, about all the flashing colors, she dropped onto the couch; almost hypnotized by the flashing lights. Alexis joined her momentarily, but smiled up at Hiro, offering, "Don't worry if it takes a little while...I'm sure Melio won't mind watching this...." Upon hearing her name, Melio's head turned, but her eyes remained fixated on the smiling, jubiliant faces of cartoon rats, as well as cats. Curious, though, that Alexis would throw in such a clause...

Kyra, meanwhile, had sprung up after Hiro had rose; her cheeks alight with a furious blush. She did her best not to appear antsy, yet she was practically jumping up-and-down with excitement. Finally, he returned, and took her hand; urging her towards her room. Of course, she was quick to take the lead, bounding past him to tug him along into her room. Once inside, she pulled her brother's body flush to herself, and pressed their lips passionately together. A long, few minutes of that heated kiss--a soft, almost needy, moan slipping from her to him--and she pulled away; sucking in a sharp breath. Her chest rose and fell rather quickly, as that lusting hunger returned to her eyes. Taking the lead, she was fast to lean down, and start to plant wet, sucking kisses along his neck; one of her 'hands' moving low, starting to rub and stroke gingerly over his masculinity,in those pants."O-Onee-San...", she left a lingering kiss on his neck, following it with a slow lick, before pulling up a bit; whispering in his ear, "...I'm sorry... I just couldn't forget about..." Another slight pause, and she suddenly nipped at his earlobe, dragging her teeth slowly across it, "...last night..."
 
It was strange. Although Hiro had attempted to openly flirt and play with the thunderbird, the words that escaped his lips when speaking to the ignis were completely genuine. So genuine, in fact, that he hadn't noticed that the fire elemental had stirred from his words. The male shrugged it off, underestimating the power of his kind words. Yet when they finished breakfast, Hiro was quick to make a few mental notes. He knew now, that if he ever needed to distract Melio, he was able to do so with the television. As for Alexis, he wasn't too sure what interests occupied her. But for now, he had other matters to attend to.

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It was strangely alluring to see his little sister in such a flustered state. So desperate, in fact, that she couldn't even contain herself. As soon as they were in Kyra's room, the siblings wasted no time expressing their desires. With the door swung close, the black-haired male was propped against the door with the manticore looming over him. Darkness filled the room, with only a gentle tickle of sunlight oozing from her window. It was just dark enough that he'd be able to make out his little sister's curvy features, partically her plump breasts and crystal blue eyes. In an instant, the siblings were reunited in incestous love. The two locked lips almost instantly, with his warm, firm lips pressing against hers and lighting her chest on fire. Hiro gently moaned into the kiss, sliding his hands alongside the side of her body before finding a home on her waist. Yes, Kyra was his woman. Only he would be able to hold her like this. Only he would be able to kiss, and touch her like this. His lips grew more aggressive, seeking more contact from his little sister. As the two broke their kiss, Hiro let out a lustful sigh. His cheeks gently painted red and eyes dialated as he stared back at her.

Though his hands would outline her shapely ass, it seemed like he had another target - her thighs. His strong, rough hands brushed against the curvature of her legs. The rough calluses on his hands whispered his manly strength, though nothing in comparison in the manticore. His fingers glossed over the nerves in her legs, while only resorting to stroking her outer thigh. At the same time, Kyra was busy planting wet kisses along his neck. Hiro let out a blissful moan as he arched his neck to give her more access to it. His arousal had come almost instantly, as his hardness staggered upwards so that it would poke against her legs. She would feel a definite warmth coming from his member. As her paw brushed over his member, the male tensed in excitement. When Hiro moaned, a bridge of saliva could be seen from his upper and lower lips, just barely glistening. "K-Kyra..." He whispered tenderly. A chill traveled down his spine when the manticore cooed sweet love into his ears, even choosing to bite his earlobe for a moment. The male winced, clearly finding it painful at first, but the wave of euphoria would soon wash it away. His hands left her thighs, if only for a moment, so that he could undo his shorts and peel them away, along with his boxers. With his member now free, Hiro's hands returned to her side. He grabbed a hold of her heart-shaped ass, with his fingers spread out far and melting into her lovely form. While groping her ass, he would gently push her forward, so that his member would slip between her legs and pop out at the other side. His cock pulsed, rubbing against her heavenly soft thighs while just barely teasing the underside of her ass.

"You couldn't forget, or you're not willing to forget? What we did last night... is forbidden by society's standards. Are you okay with that?" He asked, more so teasing her for engaging in such a forbidden act. His words purred seductively. "How long have you wanted this?" Hiro asked, giving her a nice squeeze on the ass to encourage her to give him an answer.​
 
In the dark, dim bedroom, all the sensations were only heightened by the lack of sight. Well, they could see each it other, of course, but it was dark enough to not make out every minute detail. Thus, the touches and caresses of his hands along her made the Manticore shiver in delight. A sweet, soft, moan as his hands closed on her hips. Oh, how she reveled in his touch; his arms about her, and the holds to her body making her feel wanted. Of course, she didn't need that to feel wanted; the evidence of his desire throbbing between his legs. That sweet moan of her name, oh how it got her going; had that flame in heart fanned. She wanted to hear more of it, she wanted her brother to scream in the ecstacy of the forbidden love it was that they bore. Kyra didn't care if it was long. She didn't care if it was something that wasn't accepted in this world, it was part of them now, and she sure-as-hell wasn't going to let it go. Thus, and he pulled down his shorts and boxers, she attacked his neck, licking and nibbling, nipping and sucking. Turning the tables right on him, it was but a few moments, before the skin blossomed in a soft red bruise of tell-tale love. Practically marking him as hers. Not the smartest thing to do, when others lived in the house, and could notice the clear sign, but she didn't care. While doing so, her tail had looped up; tugging those panties she wore, right off from her body. "...You...shouldn't be... talking to me so arrogantly...", his little sister purred out; a light gasp of surprise following his member squeezed between her thighs.

She shivered at the sensation of the hot rod pulsing between her loins, and slowly began to rock her hips. Kyra never let her brother have initiative, if she could handle it. Thusly, his member was rocked amongst her soft skin, stroked by the Manticore's warm thighs. Her eyes flashed with inner-light of a creature-unknown, as they met his; her lips curling up with a smirk in the darkness. "...Besides, I'm not going to let you take me here...", a short pause, and she shifted her hips a bit at an angle, so the wetness of her folds stroked over the top of him. She was prompt to straighten that angle, however; the darkness hiding the blush amidst her cheeks."...That, you'll have to earn like any suitor...", another pause, but this time, she leaned in, whispering in his ear so softly, "...But I promise you'll be my first, big brother." In a flash,her tail moved up, and once against wrapped around his waist, almost possesively holding him against her; not letting him leave, even if didn't want to. No, she loved the way their bodies fit together, the way his frame met hers. Not to mention that, as time progressed, the soaking core of her trailed sweet juice down her thighs, coating his rod, and providing a slick wetness to his rubbing sensation. Meanwhile, her arms looped up about his shoulders, and she leaned in, nuzzling against his cheek, in as much a sign of love, than anything else they were doing together.​
 
Oh, how he loved feeling his hot, thick cock gliding alongside the underpart of her soft, velvet ass. The two had indulged in one another last night, but they hadn't explored everything they had hoped out of fear of getting caught. With Alexis' permission to take their time, the siblings were more than liking to take her up in that offer. Hot breaths would tickle her own neck, showing the manticore how hot and bothered he was after the series of kisses and bites on his neck. His breathing was hoarse - full of excitement and anticipation. "Oh gods..." Hiro's voice cooed as the manticore began to mark him. A redish purple mark would soon surface on his neck - a numbing reminder of who, and what, had done it to him. His thumbs pressed deep into her bubble ass, driving deep in hopes of sending a euphoric massage. "How many men have you tempted with this ass? It's not fair that men are probably violating you with their eyes..." The older brother, now grasping both her ass cheeks, began to push them together, mashing her soft skin before pulling them away and groping them in a circular motion. In the meantime, his cock was getting soaked from her womanly juices. The bubblegum lips slid alongside his massive shaft, and she would be able to feel the pulsing veins and immense heat coming off from it. In fact, even the air around the cock seemed to be set on fire, gently igniting the nerves around her inner thighs. "K-Kyra..." His cheeks blushed bright red, as if he was embarrassed for being so closely intimate to the girl. The way she curled her tail around him and claimed him as her own, the way she rocked her hips demandingly around his shaft, it seemed to simmer away the male's cockiness, exposing a rather fragile personality that not many would see. His hands picked up in speed, playing with her ass while his thumbs gently pressed in the valley of her asscheeks, teasing at her other entrance for a few moments. "K-Kyra... I-It's too good...!" Although it was hard to see, the boy's chest was rising and falling with every second.

Without a moment to regroup his senses, Hiro recieved a kiss from his sister. Their lips folded together perfectly like a lock and key, taking form over one another until there was not a single space in between. His member throbbed, and had begun to pulse as it let loose a light load that sprayed onto the carpet floor. Meanwhile, the girl would feel her older brother tense up, and his cock twitch during the climax, his body growing weaker and relying more and more on her tail to keep him upright. As they broke the kiss, Hiro let out a sigh. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth like a dog. Crystal blue eyes stared desperately at his younger sister. "I-I came from k-kissing..." He sobbed, closing his eyes. Surely, his little sister would taunt him for that. She would tease him about how he was so easy to please, but that was only because Hiro loved every part of her body.

If he could go back in time, Hiro would appreciate his little sister more. He would spend more time with her, and spend more time appreciating her grow up. Twenty-four hours ago, he didn't once glance at her heart-shaped ass. Now, he couldn't keep his hands, nor his eyes, off of them. Hiro gently rubbed his chest against hers, hoping to feel that mass of soft pillows against him. Her tempting words seemed to strike him to the core. Moans escaped his lips. Every time his lips parted, a bridge of glowing saliva would appear. His sister served to be too much for him. Taken away by her love, the male gently brushed his cheek against hers like an obedient cat. "P-Please, let me stick it in you...! I want to spray my semen inside your womb!" Hiro begged, his eyes wide with lust. "I-I don't want any other suitor to touch you! You're my little sister!" Hiro begged for the girl not to leave, as if fearing that the very mention of suitor meant she had someone else in her heart. Hiro couldn't bear seeing that. To reassure Kyra, Hiro closed his eye and locked lips with hers once more. This time, his lips curled around her tongue and gently tugged on it, pulling the wet appendage out of her mouth. When Kyra's tongue was sticking out, Hiro's lips curled around and gently suckled on it. He let out a quiet hum, transferring his warmth to her. Hiro broke the kiss and stared into his sister's eyes with his own crystal irises.

"D-Don't leave me..." Truly, was Hiro the older brother, or the younger brother? It surely seemed like he wasn't quite acting his age at the moment.​
 
A giggle, a soft, sultry little thing, slipped free from her lips. Not just by the sensation of his member, rubbing hot and hard between her legs, but the feeling of his fingers digging into her ass. Something about that passion, about that raw need and emotion that poured forth from her brother, had Kyra aching. Her womanhood was soaked, slicking his member to drive all the more pleasingly between her soft thighs. Oh how strange and wonderful it felt, the queer thrill of pleasuring her brother, with her body, indirectly."N-Noone does that... don't be ridiculous...", she murmured back to his question; the light shade of a blush coming to her cheeks within the darkness. Then, his moans of sweet ecstacy, and she leaned down, nipping his neck lightly."I'm glad you like it, Onee-san...", she whispered erotically to him, her tail curled a bit more about him. Then, so suddenly, he tensed up, and she could feel his manhood starting to pulse between her legs. A sudden thrust from her sibling, and she felt the erotic sensation of his member cumming hard, blasting his hot seed behind her, to litter the carpet. At this, she gasped softly, and bit down on her lower lip, enjoying the strange feeling. To pleasure her brother so, and get him to cum, at just the stroking of her soft skin; it was a weird thrill."N-No...", she assuaged his evident fears, and coiled her tail about him, almost stroking his waist with it."...That was... pretty hot... ", she admitted, before he captured her lips.

The feeling of his body, against hers, rubbing those soft melons of her busom against his more toned chest, already had her wild. When he coaxed her tongue out, she was more than eager to provide, the sufficiently long appendage slipping forth to his mouth, exploring and fencing along his own. Oh, how lewd was it, for siblings to be engaging in such naughty ac--- her thoughts of lewd shenanigans were cut off, at his sudden, almost desperate pleading. He let go of her lips, and clung to her, as her eyes widened in surprise. Sure, it was corny, it was almost like something straight out of a hentai, or porno, but it hit Kyra to her core. She had no idea he cared so much for her, so suddenly, that he wanted her to be noone's but his own. It was a strange thrill once again, a new sensation of being claimed and wanted by someone; who would give everything, to keep you. Quickly, she shook her head, explaining, "N-No!" At first, it sounded like she had rejected him; that she turned away his love. How could she? How could she so easily forget what was happening. "...I'll never leave you, Hiro...", a pause, and she leaned down, pressing her forehead to his."...I'm all yours, understand? Just...", a slight pause, and, with their proximity,he could just see the scarlet blush that gathered on her cheeks."...I don't want to do that yet... it's special, you-know...", she concluded, before taking his lips with hers. It was a soft, loving sensation, not driven with need--although it was clearly there-- but rather, with the warm sensation that curled in their abdomen. Eventually, she broke it, and pulled to the side, starting to kiss up the side of his neck again, until her lips found his earlobe. A soft nip there, a little tug, and her tongue tickled it's frame."Tell me what you want, big brother...Anything but that, for now...", she erotically whispered, almost cooing it into his ear. Something about the way she said it, that promise of lewd acts and all the consequences it brought forth, was more than enough to get his wind back.
 
Oh, how wonderful it felt to know that Hiro was making this gorgeous woman moan. No longer just a little sister, Kyra was becoming more and more like a woman in his eyes. He loved hearing the moans that escaped from her lips, because he knew that she moaned for him. That his actions - his movements - were able to excite the monster girl. His fingers continued to grope her ass, though this time he pulled her ass cheeks apart, with his fingers firmly digging into her flesh. Warmth emenated from his body and spread over to hers, giving the manticore the her only source of warmth while inside her cold, dark room. With the semen splatted messily on the carpet behind her, Kyra could only wonder how it would feel if the semen was aimed at her. Fragments of her memory would allow her to draw upon last night, where his warm, thick semen filled the inside orifice of her tail. Would it feel the same if he came on her skin? Or perhaps between her legs?

Though Kyra was drawn in by his messy climax, Hiro couldn't be any more embarassed. He feared that his little sister was going to judge him as a pervert. After all, who would climax so fast and so easily? He felt as though a bit of his weakness was showing to Kyra. Now, she would see how much he desired her, if not by his words, then by the copious amount of white stain behind her. Yet, her few moments of introspection were shattered by Hiro's rather pushy request.

His heart dropped when Kyra blatently told him 'no.' A sea of regrets flooded through his mind when he thought that the raven-haired girl had changed her mind. However, she still clung tightly to him, meaning that Hiro was unable to escape even if he wanted to. The quick thought of being rejected had caused a tear to materialize at the corner of Hiro's eyes. The tear gathered up mass at the corner of his eyes. However, her next few words made him wish he could pull back that tear. "You'll... never leave me?" The male whispered, clearly not sounding like the pimp of a man he was at school. The male blinked rapidly in hopes of shooing away the tear before Kyra would notice it. Before he could fully pull the tear away, the two locked in a sweet, sweet kiss. This kiss was different in that it had no lust. There were no tongues dancing around, but rather a transfer of emotions, and of love to and from one another. The butterflies in his stomach made Hiro weak when they pulled away.

The chance of having the girl fulfill anything was certainly alluring. Hiro's heart raced once more, and he wouldn't be able to hide it. Kyra would be able to feel every single tremor underneath his chest with how close the two had become. She could sense his excitement just by the beat of his heart. "U-Umm... A handjob maybe? Or a titfuck? I-I don't know..." Hiro's face was completely red, filled with the arousal of anticipation and the fear of being judged for his requests.

Just then, the male pursed his lips. "Why... do you like me, Kyra? I left you alone. Week after week after week, at home alone. You became so independent that I didn't think I was needed at home. That I wasn't wanted at home..."​
 
When their kiss finally broke, Kyra's lips tilting up into a smile. A prompt, quick shake of her head had her brother's feelings of unrest put to that very rest; as she answered, "Never..." Leaning in,the beautifully monstrous girl nuzzled against his cheek, almost like an affectionate dog. "...You're mine...", she continued, a hint of a near-possessive tone to her voice. Almost as if she had claimed him, as if she was his, and only his. To noone else, it seemed, would she allow his body, his mind, or just about anything else in between that he offered to give up. Nay, to Kyra, everything about her older brother was hers, and she would be determined to keep it that way. After all, if it wasn't already painstakingly evident, their feelings were far beyond that of typical siblings. The duo had far-surpassed that the night before, and now, they were only furthering that bonding process. Bonding, as some would call it; others, the queer, electric thrill of the taboo relationship between them. Now that they had tasted of the pleasure one could instill on the other, both sexual, and non, the two were but hooked to its wonder.

Then came his suggestions, and her own cheeks lit up a bit in the darkness. Of course, he wouldn't be able to see, but neither would Kyra want him to notice her adorable embarassment. A titfuck... so vulgar a word, but to have him squished between her ample cleavage; to stroke him along the firm globes. Oh, the sensation that would run up her spin from the feeling of that throbbing, vitality-packed schaft,from her own darling brother... Or, a handjob; her grip wrapped right around it. To feel it pulsing and throbbing, as it shot forth it's load, onto... gods, her mouth watered from it all. She practically wanted a taste, now. But of course, he hadn't so simply suggested that... else, she was certain he'd ask for her tail again. It wasn't as if that hadn't been enough of course. The sheer sensation of his schaft milked away in her tail had driven her to a self-fueled climax so high, she was left breathless. No words were to be spoken from her, to his suggestion, but she was prompt to have her eyes widened in surprised, if a bit hurt curiousity to his following questions.

A frown came to her lips, even as one of her hands came down, to paw slowly over his chest. How could she relate that so easily? How could he expect her to divulge the taboo secret of what brought their relationship into fruition? A sigh escaped her lips, and she sought to break the tension that once-more formed, with a horrible attempt at a comment."You know... I couldn't control my tail last night... It seems to have a mind of its own sometimes..." An awkward silence drifted through the dark room, as it was neither humorous, nor in the least that amusing. Rather simplistic of a failure, even for Hiro's sarcastic sister. Eventually, she sighed, and leaned in, nuzzling against his shoulder. She was almost hiding her face in the crook there, as if seeking protection, or the possibility to hide from vindication. From there, a soft murmur left her lips, to retail the story. "You remember the day..."

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It was strange, how it all came about. Back in high-school, when Kyra was a well-established tomboy, and the outcast from that game of popularity. Noone, it seemed, liked her, and she hadn't a friend to her name, except for those on the internet. Hell, since Hiro was always off with his friends, or studying, she even ate lunch alone. Or, of course, with the teachers. She always got along fine with them; they were always more mature, or understood what it was like, to some extent. They just... 'got' her, it seemed. Yet, they couldn't shield her from the dislike, and hatred of everyone else. Those obnoxious kids and angry bullies that would tear at her beanie, or tug at her died hair. It was so horrible, many a day, that Kyra would come home, only to lock herself up in her room.

Thus, it came as a complete surprise, when she was asked-out, by a football jock. A popular guy, all-around school, that just seemed to take a liking to her. Overwhelmed, shocked, a touch disgusted, but all the more hopeful; Kyra accepted him on his date. A night on the town, then, it seemed. Yet, it became increasingly evident, as time went on, that the male was only it for her. For the crisp, budding body, that she had begun to sport. The jock was only here to partake of it, and he groped throughout the night. Eventually, the tomboy caught on, and hurriedly called her brother for a ride. Storming out of the club, she took refuge under the cover of a roofed-alleyway; staying out of rainfall.

Low-and-behold, she was only properly cornered by the jock. And a friend or two to back him up, for good measure. Now, Kyra might be quite the fighter, and strong enough, for her own measure; but the jocks were always beefcakes. She stood no chance, and by the time she knew what hit her, Hiro's little sister was bent over; jeans forcefully popped of its buttons. What came next was only lost to what might have been, when her brother arrived. In the shock of all that was happening, Kyra didn't so much as get a chance to see. Yet, as the dust settled, she felt his warm embrace; shepharding her into the car. Before she passed-out, the sight of his half-black-and-blue face greeted her with a smile.

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"...You were still a dick about it... didn't drop the whole 'need some savin', sis?' act for the rest of the year, but...", she paused, and leaned up, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. "...that told me you cared. You might be a real asshole about a lot of things..." Kyra shook her head, and bit down on her lip."...You were never home, and you didn't seem to ever care about doing anything. I always denied what I felt, and pushed it down, so far... Like I did this form, but...", she trailed off again, and looked down, a tiny smirk coming to her lips. Even as it did so, one of her hands found his manhood; wrapping promptly about it. In the warm, soft embrace of hand-like 'paw', her older brother found himself slowly started to be stroked."...I guess you're my asshole, now..."
 
Hiro acknowledge - no - he didn't want to admit that the girl before him had him intoxicated in lust. Every part of his body quivered with nervous energy, and if it had not been for her tail curling around his body, he'd surely be shivering. Blood spilled away from his limbs. Ice cold sensations washed over his arms and legs, as well as a feeling to seek warmth. His embrace became rougher around the girl as his arms hooked around her hips to pull Kyra in closer. The squeeze would have been painful, if it were not for her superhuman strength. "Sometimes? It's only been a day, Kyra. What sort of other uncontrollable thoughts have you had?" The older brother teased as he blew cold air into her ear. The male chuckled, all while nuzzling the side of his cheek against hers. He pulled back and looked closely into her eyes, peering into her soul, while also allowing her to do the same with him.

"Ah, yeah. I remember that story. I thought you were a pain in the ass when you called." The male closed his eyes as he replayed the story inside of his head.

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"Who was it?" Mason asked. Hiro sighed. He slipped his phone into his back pocket.
"It was Kyra. Apparently she had some bad vibes from that jock and wants me to pick her up."
"Ah." The redhead pursed his lips.

At this point in time, neither Hiro nor Mason talked to Kyra much. The siblings lived such different lives that it was hard for either to connect. It didn't help that Kyra's tomboyish attitude had rubbed Hiro the wrong way sometimes, leading him to take jabs at her whenever he had the chance. The two would argue and bicker any time they sat at the dinner table. If it weren't for the surpreme wrath of Super Mom and her iron spatula of doom, the two probably would've thrown some fists. Damn, their mom was scary. Perhaps that was where Kyra got her roughness from.

"I'm going to pick her up. Be right back." Hiro twirled the car keys around his index finger. He waved goodbye to his best friend and went to pick up his sister.

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The rain painted puddles on the curb of the road. A few flickers in the black sky were accompanied with a crackling blue. Droplets blurred the vision of the road in front of him, and surely his old windshield wipers didn't help the cause. Pitter patter, pitter patter... The car carved its way through the road with the sole intent returning back home as soon as possible. "Damn sister... always making my life rough." The male growled. "I should just make her walk all the way home. That'll teach her a lesson for throwing that pillow at me last night..." He slouched in his seat. His eyes furrowed with rage, while preparing a lecture for Kyra about the dangers of going on dates with douches on a day with 30% chance of rain. As he neared the club, Hiro kept a watchful eye on anyone coming out of the club. Most had their own rides and ushered their way into the vehicles. It wasn't long before Hiro's car was parked right in front of the club. But seconds grew into minutes, and Kyra had not yet appeared. Her brother immediately tried to call her, but even then, she wasn't picking up. Growing frustration built up as the male clawed his steering wheel with his free hand like a tiger would with its prey. "Pick up... pick up..." Her phone went to voicemail. Hiro hung up the phone and cursed to himself. He unclipped the seat belt and opened the door of his car. The once muffled sound of rain grew louder, and for a second, Hiro could hear Thor and Zeus fighting for dominance over the skies. "You owe me." He whispered under his breath to himself. As he stepped out into the rain, his clothes and hair were drenched. Hiro ran outside, only to see a familiar male make his way towards an alleyway. It was the jock that asked out his sister!

Hiro opted to search the club for his sister later. Surely, the jock knew where Kyra ran off to. Yet, as Hiro turned the corner, he spotted three figures looming over a fourth. The fourth figure was quivering in fear. Their clothes were wet from the rain, and messily sticking close to their body. The three males came in closer to the fourth person with a strange, menacing expression adorned on their faces. Hiro didn't think twice about what he would do. The male tucked his head down and sprinted forward. What had happened next was not only a mystery to the fourth person, but also to him. The next moment that Hiro was aware of, the three men laid flat out on the floor. Hiro's hand was covered with a crimson red, yet even that disappeared quickly under the wash of the rain. When Hiro turned over to the person-in-distress, he felt his heart nearly drop. Every bit of angry built inside of him washed away when he saw his little sister laying helpless against the brick building. The button of her jean was popped out, and her dress was slightly torn to give way to more of her clevage. Hiro gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He knelt beside Kyra and picked up his little sister. He held the girl in his arms like a princess and carried her towards the car. Once he propped her into the passenger seat, a drenched Hiro found his way back at the steering wheel. He signaled with his car and began to peel the vehicle away from the club. Only when Kyra would awaken from her slumber would Hiro glance quickly over at her, then quickly shift his attention back to the road.

"Needed some saving, sis?"

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A warm kiss planted on his cheek. Even when she pulled away, Hiro could still feel the shape of her lips puckered against his skin. The male let out a gasp as his sister continued her advances on him, grabbing hold of his hard, throbbing member with her paws. At the same time, Hiro intended to keep up with her advances with his own. While his hands found way to her heart-shaped ass, one of his hands slipped between her ass cheeks and gently brushed at the rim of her womanhood from behind. His middle finger gently traced the labia lips, licking her special spot with the flick of his digit. "I-I never did any of that to harm you. I just... I just wasn't aware that you were hurt when I didn't come home." He whispered.

"Heh. Isn't that funny, Kyra? You dumped one asshole to go out with another." He leaned towards her side and licked the rim of her ear. "You just never learn, do you?"​
 
The closer intensity of their forms, mashed against one-another, had brought forth a small shudder from Kyra. A vibrant blush lit her cheeks, even in the darkness, at the touch of her brother. Something about it was so wrong, yet so right. So dreadfully sinful; but that also made it so agonizingly good. Like him, she found her cold nerves only warmed by her brother; the more she could touch of him, the better her temperature regulated. She wanted to take him, to lay him down, and driver her hips... no, she had ascertained earlier that was going to be something special. No matter how sweet and reminiscing this moment was; that was going to be something to share with him when they weren't limited by time. Complete freedom and the sweetness of their union had to be assured there. The way his touch lingered on her... the way his fingers branded her, like a white-fire, that served to set her nerves alight... closer, she wanted to be closer. Especially so, when she felt his hands grip at her ass; and one move lower, to stroke over her womanhood. Gods, how she needed that more... after all, she was quite clearly soaked. Her dripping core coated his questing fingers, in the sweet juices she had.

"B-Baka... Everyone makes mistakes...", she murmured, even as her paw wrapped more securely about his length. While she didn't deny his joke, she also played it off; lips quirking up into a smile. Beginning to stroke with a quick, needful, speed; her softly-furred digits played at him with a messy technique. Yet, did she need a technique, when their bodies alone, pressed together, set electrical thrills running the course of them both. Hell, if one could climax on a closeness alone, Kyra was damn sure that both of them would have, by now. "...You're such a dick ...", she joked, leaning in to have her turn at ghosting her lips on Hiro's ear."...Metaphorically, literally, and metaphysically, sometimes...", she taunted, with a soft giggle. Enough, at least, to break the tension of the room. But, for all her bravado at joking with him, she was just as sudden to pull form his grasp. Surprising, really, how her cheeks practically illuminated the room with their stunning shade of crimson embarassment.

Despite this, her hand found his, and she tugged him on, towards the bed, he could make out the vague shape of it. "C-Come on...", she enticed, before pushing him onto the soft plush of a sleeping device. It was a playful, coy, little shove; but more than enough to force him onto his back."...I've... wanted to try this...", she murmured softly, even as he felt her presence join him on the bed. Yet... backwards? From down, between his legs, her azure orbs peered up at him, glinting and slitted. But, he felt her arms on either side of his head... a sudden shape of swishing, twitching cordage passed in the shadows above him; and it was clear that she had arranged them in a sixty-nine. That would be quickly asserted, when her paws wrapped once more around his member. Slowly, lingering strokes assuaged the swollen, hot, flesh. Even more so, after a moment, Hiro felt his darling little sister's tongue, tentative and wet, giving a quick flick over the tip of his manhood. Questing, curious, and fast, it was but a moment before it flitted out again, this time to swish about the swollen top with a more lingering, experimental edge.
 
If Ryo wanted to, he could count each heartbeat practically erupting from his chest. The beats were slow but heavy, thumping out of his chest. Half-lidded eyes would remain lulled on the manticore - his eyes embedded with crystal lust. His cock was sensitive with all the blood flowing to it, with each brush or touch of her paws sending waves of bliss through his spine. A smile curled on his lips when she began to namecall him. One of his hands slid alongside her back, fingertips brushing against her tense muscles like an artist. Ryo went to work with invisible strokes of red, black, and white over her back like a canvas. Soon enough, Kyra would be a masterpiece rivaling those of Michelangelo's works. Ryo's teeth gently dug into her neck. His teeth, just barely wetted by saliva, slid back and forth on her flesh. "You're mine." He whispered with a sinister tone. The male licked the wound on her neck. The stage to their performance would change. Like the climax from one poetic scene to another, the two transitioned to the comfort of her bedsheets. Pure white sheets surrounded the two, only dispersed by occasional wrinkles. Ryo's body was laid across the flawless background. The soft cushion gently folded inward, outlining the male's athletic frame. Shades of darkness painted his chest and his abs. Strong arms were held outward, extending towards the end of the bed with his fingers tightly gripping on the edges. His mysterious jet black hair parted ever so slightly. His lips parted ever so slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Yet, no words emerged. Ryo bit his bottom lip.

Their bodies fit together like ying and yang. Kyra's smooth, milky skin rested on top of Ryo's own body. Her soft, cushioned body was rewarded by his wonderful frame. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the monster girl desired. Now was not a time for words. Instead, their feelings would be transferred through each of their senses: from the scent wafting in the air, to the touch and taste of their partners. Hands reached up and grabbed hold of the manticore's heart-shaped ass. His fingers squeezed into her ass, temporarily digging into her flesh. Once he separated her lovely cheeks, his head dove forward to taste her riches. At first, Kyra would only feel his warm breaths against her bubblegum lips. Heat gently washed over her outer labia lips. As she began to work on his member, Ryo let out quiet whimpers. His tongue finally slid alongside her for one long lasting lick, allowing his saliva to slip between the folds of her outer lips. The tip of his tongue pushed forward, just barely parting her pussy lips. He pushed forward, driving his tongue suddenly inside of her womanhood. His tongue parted her insides from both sides, spreading it open to garner a taste of her goodness. The flexible appendage twisted inside of her, exploring every side, every crease inside of her. His hot breaths continued to dance on her outer flesh, most likely a byproduct of his lustful moaning. Ryo's member was warm to the touch, gently twitching and signaling an early release.​
 
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