Strange Love

Syaoran x Meiling x Eriol (Tsubasa hints)

A knock on the door, “Hurry up, breakfast is ready!”

It was Sakura’s father rudely interrupting Tomoyo‘s dream of husband swapping...

Fujitaka did not even look inside - why bother them, the shock of his knock usually made the boys so startled that they would release their load...

The boys were not the only ones ready to release…

“Groan- Sakura-hime…groan-sakura…groan - sakura-hime…”

His brown eyes peered open, hazy, they came to focus on the girl sucking him off rubbing his testicles against her chest. Her big red-orange eyes shimmered with flame almost willing the weapon inside her sweet mouth to expel its matter…

“Meiling!”
He shouted, pulling out shooting his white mater almost directly up the black-haired girl’s nose. The sight of a cute Chinese girl in red silk bra and g-string in his bed was still a shock.

“Something the matter, Master Li,” teasingly, her bra-strap descending off of her alabaster shoulder.

Even if they slept on opposite side of the Li Compound back in Hong Kong, the two of them usually found themselves in each other’s bed - neither of them like sleeping alone.

“What the hell are you doing, Meilin?”

“Wishing you a good morning like always,” teasingly the other slender strap slid down her ivory shoulder.

“Rae Meiling, we are not fiancés anymore,” blushing, the brown-haired boy pulled away from his cousin, “We can’t do this sort of thing anymore…”

“Why not,” she slid her straps back into place, “It is not like you are married to Sakura… or anything…”

“That is not the point,” he was even redder than before, “I -love- Kin…”
He was about to use her surname and then forced out her personal name, “Sakura…”

Teasingly, she leaned forward; “Think of it from my point of view,” she sniffled sucking the semen inside her nose. Her eyes twitched as if tears were about to form.
She knew Syaoran’s feelings better than Syaoran did. Yet that knowledge was like a dull knife in her heart.
She sniffled, “I don’t like …“girls”… and there are only two men on “this world” that could ever satisfy me - the English-boy and you…”
She took his hand and placed it over hear heart letting him feel her heartbeat through her silk bra…
Her red-orange eyes quivered at his touch, “I want it to be Mater Li, and it has to be Master Li.”

That was the only encouragement he needed, “Then, why would my beloved cousin hiding herself from Master Li Xiao Lang?”
His hands sunk deep into the silk that covered her breast.

“Please, punish her,” she took his other hand and placed it on her wet crotch, “Master Li Xiao Lang would punish his beloved cousin a lot.”

“Why would Master Li Xiao Lang do that,” he removed both hands.

“Because you ARE Master Li Xio Lang. Your beloved little cousin has been a very bad girl, she should be punished.”

“Okay, my beloved cousin,” he fanned out several ofuda.

“What are you going to do with those?”

“These are special, my beloved cousin, I was going to use them on…”

“Hush,” the girl in hair-buns kissed him, “Just do it, Master, or shall I ask that English-boy instead?”

Eriol became her little secret weapon. One mention of him and her - and Syaoran would renew his passions for her…

The first ofuda burst in small flames burning away her underwear in one quick flash. His amber eyes examined her flesh making sure that she would not be harmed by his magic. The second and ofuda was placed on her breasts giving slight little jolts, which extricated delighted screams from his cousin.

She lay on her side sighing from his grouping - his hands making sure his magic would not harm her too much. This was the delight of having Meiling; he could try things on her that in a hundred years he would never do with Sakura. On the other hand, practice them out on his cousin first…
Either way, Meiling was a delight to have - she was so athletic that her body had tightened in every place, so it was like having a virgin every time.

He laid his body at right angles across her silken body. She bent her legs to accept his loving weapon. Syaoran took a breath, “Are you ready?”

Before she could even say one letter, his love weapon entered her from behind. Even if she had answered “no,” he would have violated her anyway.

“Yes, yes, give it to me!”

Shouting as Meiling’s taut vaginal walls folded lovingly around his fiery energetic thrusts, her face shown a giddy smile wishing to stay like this forever.

“MORE, MORE, HARDER! No, not like that! Yes.”

In the back of her head, she knew that Wei would interrupt her dream.

“Yes, yes, punish me!”

She moaned and her voice gave slight little squeaks of pain, pleasure, and euphoria.

In her mind, Meiling dwelled on “that English-boy…”

* * *

“What do you want,” her red-orange eyes seemed to reflect off of his glasses, “The answer is no.”

He just gave a half mile, “Your father would not even ask.”

A scowl.

“You like to use me as your “in” with my cute little descendant, don’t you? As punishment, I would like you to strip for me.”

She only heard the first part, bowed her head, “Yes, I am so sorry.”
Then, Eriol snapped his fingers. Her clothes shredded revealing her porcelain skin to the cold air. Her first thought was to cover herself. Instead, she prepared to fight.

“Had you been a year older, with your skills, you could have defeated the Fight Card yourself.”

She jumped back from him, “Happy, you got me naked, pervert!”

“No, no, no,” the blue-haired boy moved towards her, “I won’t do anything weird to you unless you ask me to.”

She lowered her guard a little.

His key brushed against her lips, “I won’t touch these if you say no.”
On the instant, the cold metal touched her lips; they felt so warm, his key crackled with pure magic.

“No,” she trembled.

“Then I won’t,” his key slipped down her chin and neck resting between her breasts.

She could feel her pulse quicken as the warming magic of the key moved up her right breast.

“If you say no, I won’t touch them,” the metal rounded around the nipple, “Will you let me touch your breasts, my enchanting pear spirit?”

Her mind raced almost regretting to taste what Eriol’s kisses were like.
Would they be fiery but tender like Syaoran or cold and rough?
She took a hesitant breath, “Yes.”

“As you wish, my lady,” he tenderly kisses her left breast while the hand with the key began to work the other one. He kneaded them, tugged at them whispering mysterious spells, and kissed them.

Meiling sighed at his fiery touch. Meiling watched, her voice squeaked out a moan. Her red-orange eyes shone with pure pleasure. Then she realized her breasts were felling more than warm. They started to fill up with size. There onto the floor the Chinese girl fell back from the weight of having a new pair of D-cup breasts.

“Look at all this milk you’ve got,” the Englishman sighed watching her nipples starting to dribble out what was filling them up - her lovely creamy milk. He cradled the dribbling mound, “May I suckle them,” he squeezed the nipple letting the milk splattered on his face and glasses, “Or shall I leave that for your son?”

“A son?”
She took a finger dabbed in her flowing milk and pressed it against his lips, “Is that a prediction or something?”

“Maybe,” he licked her fingertip, “Maybe not. It is all up to you, my lady,” his hand tenderly brushed against her breast coating his fingers more with her delicious nourishing fluid, “May I suckle them?”

“No, I will leave it for my daughter.”

“Lucky girl,” Eriol licked of his fingers one by one. He stepped back from her and stood there. He licked off his glasses savoring her taste.

That did not stop her from tasting her warm milk, which she did with great pleasure until the breasts returned to their normal size. Meiling licked off her fingers sexually hoping he would use the spell once more, “Again?”

“Later,” he shook his head, the boy with blue hair placed the key against her stomach, “In here is something very powerful. If you and I were to have a son, he would be very powerful.”

“How powerful?”
Her lips closed nearly kissing his.

“Clow Reed,” his key moved against her pubic mound.

“English magician father,” Meiling stared at him, touched her stomach, “Chinese mother. And all-l I have to do is ask, right?”

“I am an English gentleman, “he rubbed his key against her pubic lips, she could feel the warmth of the magic of his key, “I am bound to my word, all you have to do is ask…”

* * *

Syaoran pulled out of her leaving a huge glob of his see on her black pubes. He started to roll her over.

She sighed thinking of Eriol, “Yes, make me a mother.”

“Okay, my dirty little cousin,” he took his finger, started to race around her ass, and inside its cleft.

Meiling struggled. She knew what he was going to do and she wanted no part of it. She heard tales of boys doing it in girl’s ass. She wanted no part of it.

“Just teasing you,” he rolled her over to the other side.

She lifted both her legs. Syaoran lie again across her and thrust his loving weapon from behind giving her another fiery thirty-six loving strokes...