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Shadow Hearts: Covenant - Tea for Two	By : Streti Category: +S through Z > Shadow Hearts Views: 5379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Shadow Hearts and I'm not writing this to make money.

Author's Note: Time to revisit one the best PS2 RPGs, Shadow Hearts: Covenant. SHC and Shadow Hearts are both great games with adult themes and twisted humor but I guess you already know that since you're reading this lemon. If not, stop waiting for Final Fantasy Whatever and try them out.
Shadow Hearts: Covenant - Tea for Two

by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com
There had been a lot of things Yuri's mind could have been like. She expected something dreamlike, a surreal world with strange colors and eerie mist. Darkness, or something totally unnatural. Or something like what she experienced when she drank some special tea with Gepetto.
Instead, it was a castle. The large stony halls echoed with silence and their footsteps. At least there were monsters, appearing out of nowhere. Even still, she couldn't understand why there was a blue-hued well-kept castle inside Yuri's head. He had no idea about it either.
Nevertheless, she was already used to the cold stone walls when they stepped into a cozy parlor, and she was surprised yet again. Contrary to the cold blue of the halls, the parlor oozed warm red: wallpaper, carpet and chairs radiated with luxurious, vibrant red. There was a fireplace, too, giving off its warmth, with a painting of a woman in blue above. The chairs were around a table, on which there were a vase with red roses and two cups of tea. The mirror on the west wall caught their attention and they stepped in front of it, ignoring the door on the north wall.
"Heh. Now there's a nice couple," Yuri joked at the mirror image.
If only you knew. She observed the mirror image of Yuri and her. The red-eyed half-Asian in his leather pants and biker's jacket looked as handsome as ever. She had to give herself credit for her looks as well. The tight top and miniskirt was a bold outfit and she had felt slightly uncomfortable in it at first, but had grown used to it by now. At first, she had also minded Yuri and Gepetto's slobbering over her, but now she was actually happy on the effect she had on Yuri. The tight top really brought out her bust. As she looked at their mirror images, she thought there was something off.
She didn't have time to think what it was when Yuri touched the mirror, and with a shrill sound, it distorted, and she felt like she was sinking, or shrinking, like the room was getting bigger around her, the mirror images, they moved on their own, they weren't them, they were something else, she looked at them again, feeling dizzy, they weren't in the mirror, they were in the room, with them, perfect copies of them.
Just then, they heard the voice of Bishop Jovis, who had guided them into Yuri's mind.
"These are your mirror images inside Yuri's soul. They represent the darkness in your souls, the shadows of your selves. They envy your living flesh. In order to proceed, you must be one with them, you must know them."
"Know them? What?" puzzled Yuri.
"You must join with them into one flesh, else you cannot traverse the mirrors of your soul," the voice continued.
The mirror Yuri interrupted. "The old man means you have to screw us," he said, and sounded just like Yuri. Karen's heart was suddenly pounding, she was conflicted on the sudden turn of events.
"What, no fighting?" Yuri insisted.
"Come on now, it's not that bad," the mirror Karen teased. "We don't want to fight you, and beating us up would get you nowhere. Besides, you'd find yourselves pretty evenly matched."
"But! Hey! I'm not in the mood! I'll need at least an issue of Shanghai Angels to get me going!" tried Yuri, but it was no use. Mirror Karen approached Yuri while lifting up her top slightly to reveal her navel, swinging her hips as she walked the few steps, caressing her bosom. Karen watched, shocked, as her double played with what was essentially her body to tease Yuri. He tried to back up, but hit one of the chairs, and his resistance was feeble as Mirror Karen leaned in to kiss him. With a hint of regret, Karen noted that it was strange to watch the scene of Yuri and her as an outsider, with Mirror Karen guiding his hands on her breasts, her nipples pronounced under the fabric.
She did have her own Yuri, though, and had been distracted enough not to notice him before he kissed her on the neck from behind. There was an impulse in her to react, to push him off, slap him, punch him, but one side of her stopped her from doing so, even when he groped her bust forcefully. She couldn't but help enjoy it, though. Even though it was his mirror image, it was still... Yuri. She could feel herself getting warmed up to him, down to her panties, but he already had a very definite bulge in his leather pants, pressing against her butt.
Yuri's breathing was getting heavier with Mirror Karen pressing tightly against him. Karen was beautiful, with her long red hair and features that Yuri found comforting yet sexy at the same time, with a body to boot, a full yet pert bust, at least in the top, a round ass and long legs that were mostly covered with long boots almost reaching her miniskirt. Now her mirror self was rubbing that body against him, and he could already feel his meat straining against his pants.
"I've wanted your cock from the beginning," Mirror Karen slipped out.
"What?" Yuri sai--"No! It's not true!" Karen interrupted.
"And I've wanted to fuck you ever since we met," Mirror Yuri said to Karen's ear, but loud enough for them all to hear.
"Hey, wait! That's not really--"
"Well, that figures!" Karen admonished, throwing a piercing gaze at Yuri.
"You're both just lying to us all," Mirror Karen said, unzipping Yuri's pants.
"Give up, you know you want to," Mirror Yuri said to Karen especially, lowering the tone but not the volume of his voice, making Karen shiver just before he ripped her top open. Her breasts were still safely in its confines, because Mirror Yuri had managed to rip a relatively clean opening between her busts, just big enough for him to handle them under the shirt.
Mirror Karen dug Yuri's equipment from his pants, wasting no time in mouthing the erect meat and fondling his balls. He just heaved, though he was pretty much overwhelmed with the redhead taking her tongue around his cockhead or deepthroating his sensitive rod. Karen watched with amazement as her copy took Yuri deep into her throat, even thinking about it made her gag. Mirror Yuri was all over her, licking her tits through the rip and trying to work his hands under her shirt or skirt. His touch felt hot on her stomach and she wondered what she was doing. It seemed pretty obvious she was going to have sex with him, but even with the liquidy hot feeling of lust building up in her body, she wasn't sure.
Just then, the real Yuri spoke to her, strained with his blowjob.
"Hey Karen, you okay with this?" There was genuine concern in his eyes.
Remembering Bishop Jovis' words, she knew their quest would amount to nothing if they had to turn back now. Worse, Yuri would be in danger. There was a distinct difference between the real Yuri, thinking of her in such a strange situation, and his relentless mirror image, but her affection for the former made her decide for the latter.
"Yeah. All we can do is go forward," she said, encouraging herself and assuring Yuri.
She took Mirror Yuri by his smooth hair, not spiky anymore like he had told it had once been, to lift him up from licking her thighs ("Wha?" he said), and walked him to one of the chairs. She pushed him down and reached under her skirt with both hands, bringing her blue panties down. Mirror Yuri relished the sight of her taking the panties off while bringing his own member out into the open, standing erect.
Mirror Karen was making sexy sounds as she worked on and around Yuri's cock, and he was joining her, though involuntarily, feeling like he was ready to shoot a bucketful of cum. Building up the pressure to eject such an amount was a considerable undertaking however, and it certainly felt like it down in his pipes. He was tensing up, and if he had wanted, he might have been able to resist Mirror Karen's hands, lips, tongue and even cheeks rubbing on his cock for a while longer, but he was dizzy in his head and it was tough to focus, barely holding up in the final moments before he erupted, all the pressure exploding throughout his body again and again while his tool spewed its sticky slime on Mirror Karen. The strands of his seed covered her face as she wanked him relentlessly, but even more flew on her top, her covered mounds getting bathed in spooge. "Ungh! Ah!" moaned Yuri helplessly while his sperm splashed on the expectant Mirror Karen.
The original Karen was watching the scene as well while riding Mirror Yuri, his hard pole probing her sensitive depths. Seeing how her teasing other self accepted Yuri's load on herself, sticky slime covering her cheeks, nose and lips and sticking and absorbing into her shirt, Karen felt a warm feeling spread into her body as well, making her grind her pelvis in mirror Yuri's lap even more eagerly. He was pretty much as she has expected Yuri to be during lovemaking, even if she had the real thing for comparison just a little further, staying silent except for a few moans and groans, looking like a little devilish in his red eyes. She knew she looked more enthusiastic, her eyes amorous and her mouth open in pleasure. His cock felt so good in her pussy, even if he wasn't the real Yuri, as though she felt him with all her body, her red tied hair flailing as she swinged her head up. He was still groping her breasts through the rip, caressing the soft globes and their erect nipples.
"Huh? You didn't disappear? I guess it takes more," Yuri mused as Mirror Karen rose up, wiping cum from her mouth to the back of her hand, although it didn't help much with the sticky strands deposited on her beautiful features.
"Hey! Wai--" he said but had no time before he tasted his own sperm in the other Karen's sloppy kiss. Instinctively, his hands made for her breasts, not thinking, but he found his cum there, too, her shirt wet with spooge.
Karen came, riding Mirror Yuri in a frenzy as her insides turned to fire, moaning in ecstacy as she rubbed his lovetool with her wet quim. Even in her climax, she was aware that he hadn't come. Surprisingly considering how eager he had been earlier, Mirror Yuri let Karen lean on him and recover from her ordeal, her cheeks flushed and body sweaty under her clothes, his hard-on still standing in her wet cove. The rip in her shirt had opened enough to allow a good view of her round tits, and Mirror Yuri saw his chance, ripping the top open more to stretch it around her bosoms, squeezing the luscious orbs tightly together.
"Hey! Don't mess my clothes up!" Karen admonished, but grudginly let it pass as Mirror Yuri just grinned.
Yuri detached from Mirror Karen. "Hey! Old man! I know you're watching, getting your rocks off! We've done the dirty with them, but they're still here! What do we have to do?"
In no time at all, he heard Bishop Jovis again. "You must become one flesh. That is, you must all be together."
"All together huh? Okay, thank you gramps, you can go back to your stroking off now," Yuri said to the air. He had noticed Karen had come a while ago, and went to get a closer look. Now she was between the legs of his mirror self, almost mirroring the scene between him and mirror her just a while ago, her head going slowly up and down. His shadow self agonized in the chair as Karen worked his pole, and Yuri was getting hard again just watching the scene. Somehow, he was also jealous of his other self.
"Hey Karen! Did you hear the old man? He said we gotta be all together so the whatever thing works. That means, you, me, me, and also you."
Karen looked at him, realizing what he was saying, stroking Mirror Yuri idly, but just then, "Oh! Ah shit!" yelped Mirror Yuri, and she followed with an exclamation of her own as a torrent of spooge hit her on the cheek. She turned her head, just to get another blast straight on her face and forehead, and the jerking member sent the next load even higher into her hair. Realizing her mistake, she guided the gushing hose down from her face, collecting the rest of his sperm on her bust. As Mirror Yuri agonized in the chair, his cock sprayed Karen's top as wet as her mirror image's. Her full tits, squeezed together by the torn shirt, got their share of his white glazing too, his cream coating the soft curves and nipples into a delightful sight.
Mirror Karen stepped into the fray, going past the stunned Yuri and leaning over to her original self and Mirror Yuri's crotch, bending over to slurp on Karen's milky tits and lick Mirror Yuri's sloppy cock. The real Yuri saw too good a chance to pass up with Mirror Karen's round ass wiggling before him and his cock hard again. He grabbed her miniskirt and dragged it down, taking her blue panties along with them. Mirror Karen just moaned and glanced at him appreciatively, then went back to kissing her original, both Karens licking the Yuris' cum from each other's face.
Yuri found he couldn't drag the tight skirt and panties very far though, especially with Mirror Karen's boots in the way. It was a wonder how she was able to squeeze into the skirt in the first place, especially with her full butt. It was a skimpy article though, and Yuri figured an alternative solution, tearing the skirt apart at the cut on the side. He threw the piece of cloth away and proceeded to her panties, which tore easily as well. Now he could appreciate the sight of Karen's red muff, her hair wet with her fluid of anticipation. He placed his hands firmly on her bare asscheeks, positioned his cock on her delicious quim, and got ready--
Just then, Karen got up and Mirror Yuri stood up from the chair as well, following her. Mirror Karen had to switch position and Yuri's cock slipped from her twat. Karen and Mirror Yuri went to the fireplace and lay on the carpet there. Karen got on all fours and lifted her bum up, aggravating Mirror Yuri. He found himself in a similar quandary as Yuri a moment ago with how to remove her skirt, and, not surprisingly, resorted to almost the exact same solution.
Karen exclaimed as he handled her skirt roughly, but as the fabric tore and her skirt flew off, she consoled herself with the notion that this was Yuri's mind, and the clothes weren't real. Besides, her shirt was already torn, her full tits hanging freely down. Her panties were lying somewhere already as well, so her bottom was now nude, save for the long boots on her legs. Mirror Yuri grinned as he viewed her bare buttocks, an almost inhuman glint in his eyes, but her bare dripping muff was too tempting to resist for long, so in went his hard shaft, and out came a moan from Karen.
Since they were supposed to be together, Yuri resisted plugging Mirror Karen's pussy, and instead went to the real thing. His mirror self grinned at him as he fucked her, which bothered Yuri slightly. He turned to Karen, his meat dangling from his pants.
"Uh, you know, since we're all supposed to be together, I guess we have to be linked or something..."
"Oh yeah. I guess you're right," Karen drawled, even though she was happy to be having the real thing.
"Umh. So, maybe I'll lay down here..." Yuri said and lay down, acting more clumsy than he was. Now it was the real Karen who went at his erection, pressing her lips on the head and savoring the feeling of taking his meat in her mouth, even if it wasn't as deep as with Mirror Karen. Yuri wasn't left empty-mouthed either. Mirror Karen came after him, and with little modesty, kneeled right above Yuri's face, offering her dripping twat for licking. Yuri wasn't troubled at all, he had wanted it for a long time, and there was a slight jerk in his pole as Karen's red-haired folds were presented before him.
The foursome was like a well-oiled machine, and there certainly was enough lubrication to go around, licking and fucking and sucking each other in rhythm. As Mirror Yuri thrust in Karen, her head went down on Yuri, who gave Mirror Karen another lick, who moaned again, and Yuri finished her lick, Karen's head went up, and Mirror Yuri withdrew for another thrust. Mirror Karen had removed her top to knead her full tits for a lack of activity, being the only one in the chain to be only on the receiver end of their sexual ministrations.
"It looks like you're enjoying my cock, Karen," Mirror Yuri teased.
She took his head off Yuri's cock for long to protest, "No! Uhh-- I mean yesss..."
"Hey! No skipping on the meat sandwich there!" Yuri exclaimed in between.
"Oh? So you, mmh, like having her suck you?" teased Mirror Karen for her turn, her wet pussy aching for attention immediately even after a short pause.
Yuri just grumbled in response, but the break was the perfect opportunity for Karen to stop Mirror Yuri so she could turn around. She looked up at her mirror self. "Is Yuri doing a good enough job for you? I bet I can do better," her eyes shining. Mirror Karen, visibly interested in her offer, though shivering as Yuri's tongue circled made rounds around her wet flesh near her clit, deprived Yuri of his snack and offered it to her other self. She picked up right from where Yuri had left, tasting herself with her eager tongue and making her mirror self not only moan, but hunch forward with the sudden rise in intensity.
Mirror Yuri had thought of continuing his fuck, but when he saw Karen's soft mounds, encased in the torn shirt, he couldn't resist himself. He took his pussy-slick tool to them and pressed it lustily between the welcoming tits. With a pussy on her lips and a cock between her boobs but her snatch empty, Karen squirmed with need. "Fuck me, Yuri... please," she whimpered as innocently as she could.
Yuri's heart skipped a beat. With his breathing heavy, he circled around the threesome and found Karen's quim, enchanting and expecting. Karen squirmed again as Yuri's hardness probed her entrance, piercing her special defence and entering the warm embrace of her folds. She now had two Yuris and one herself on her. Their mirror images were kissing each other, and Mirror Karen was undressing Mirror Yuri's jacket, revealing more than the small teasing patch of chest that he usually displayed.
The fireplace warmed them even more in addition to the heat of four sweaty bodies moving together. Karen had tasted herself before, but the taste was much stronger direct from the source, and even still, it was strange to be hearing the sounds she was used to be making. Yuri was sighing contently, dipping his stick again and again in Karen's wetness, his soul lifted from its macabre depths into heaven. Just in front of him, tough he was careful not to make contact with the bare back of another him, Mirror Yuri was enjoying the exquisite sensations of her soft mounds around his rowing oar almost as much, even if he could never reach the heavenly heights. For Karen, her mind was filling with fire, while her moans were muffled by her own muff, taking a sinful bite of a forbidden fruit. Mirror Karen was trapped in lust, grinding herself against herself and pressing her breasts against Mirror Yuri's bare chest, her lips against his.
They were all heating up, Mirror Karen the most, trembling and shivering as she licked her folds and enflamed her passionate nub. Mirror Yuri was frenzied as well, while the original Yuri and Karen were completely enraptured with each other's sexes. Then she came, moaning loudly into the mouth of the other mirror self, and setting off a chain reaction. As Mirror Karen came against him, pressing him all the more tighter against herself, moaning with that lovable voice and getting her heavenly body wrecked in her climax, Mirror Yuri went over the edge, his cock spurting its load all over Karen. Karen got even more excited, tensed, and came, her legs wrapping around Yuri and her pussy clamping and spasming against his cock. With a final thrust, he too had no other option but to release himself, jetting his seed into Karen's canal.
Feeling Yuri come inside her only intensified Karen's orgasm, and she had trouble breathing, doubly so with her mirror self coming over her, her pussy flooding her face, and Mirror Yuri's cum flying all over her as well, on her face, neck and chest, still partly covered by the top, and on Mirror Karen's crotch. The sticky seed splashed everywhere on the upper curves of her bust, leaving white ribbons on her soft, sweaty skin and the tattered shirt, and all the while the real Yuri's hard cock spasmed inside her, filling her cavern with his hot spunk, and Karen loved every spurt. Her mind was completely overwhelmed, her body about to burst, feeling both drenched and in flames at the same time, Yuri's wet load inside her, her womanhood still pulsing against his spent shaft, their mirror images drenching her upper body.
Finally the cacophony of yells, moans and grunts settled down into heavy breathing, and content, relieved sighs. Yuri couldn't believe he had come inside Karen, although it felt incredibly good, his used meat in her loving embrace, his seed filling her up. The mirror images leaned against each other, seeking mutual support, while Karen, under them, trembled even as she tried to lift a hand, completely spent of all her strength.
Just then, there was the sound of the mirror distorting again, even though they were nowhere near it, and through a short dizzying phase, they found themselves lying together, the opposite way, their mirror images vanished. Karen still had proof of their existence on her, male and female cum mixing on her face and dripping down her skin, and a thick pearl necklace haphazardly all over her shirt and the upper curves of her breasts. There were just her, and Yuri, taken by surprise, staring into each other's eyes after just having made love. Wrapped in the moment, he kissed her, tasting her all over her lips.
Karen could have lain like that for an eternity, but the moment passed all too soon for her when Yuri slid slowly out of her, his semen dripping from her womanhood, and stood up.
"Uh... So, I guess we should go forward," he said. His lust gone, he was genuinely awkward, even with his wet parts dangling out of his leather pants.
Slightly disappointed, Karen got up, the fluids on her body trailing down. The room they were in was a mirror image of the one they had entered into, but other than that, the supposedly surreal world inside Yuri's mind was curiously and harshly physical. Somehow, she had expected her clothes to return to as they were, but they were just laying there, the blue panties, with proof of her excitement remaining, and the skimpy skirt, torn useless. Her shirt, too, with her cum-covered tits out, and the fabric covering her upper chest drenched with sperm. In addition, the spunk dripping from her pussy and trailing down her legs was starting to cool off, and she felt a little chilly again, even near the fire.
Yuri was almost too stunned for words, watching Karen with pussy fluids dripping down her skin and sperm glistening on her tits. "Do you want my coat?.."
Karen guessed it was no use. "No, thanks." Instead, she picked up the rag that had been her skirt, reminding herself, or at least hoping, it wasn't real, and started to wipe the mess on her onto it. First she pressed the soft, absorbant cloth to her face, wiping the deluge of her pussy fluids and some stray spunk off. She wasn't very thorough, and finished by wiping her chin clean of the dripping fluids. Next was the shirt and her tits. A lot of the cum had soaked into the remains of the shirt already, and she found that as she cleaned the sperm away with the wet skirt, she also spread some around. With a cum-shiny sheen on her bust and her nipples still poking, Karen kneeled to her lower body. First she tried to get her thighs a little drier, with a little success, then placed the skirt on her snatch. She wiped her muff a little drier, then tried to coach some cum out. She knew she could never get it all out, but every slimy drop wiped away made her feel cleaner. The fabric was soon thoroughly wet and slippery with the fluids, but at least she got her face, chest and crotch pretty much clean.
Yuri wondered if he should ask, but he asked anyway. "Want to borrow it? I've got to clean up too."
Karen just threw him a disbelieving look, and then the skirt-turned-cumrag. Wet though it was, Yuri managed to clean his cock and crotch with some dry patches. Meanwhile Karen dressed in her blue panties to preserve even a little modesty, even though the cum gradually dripping down from her quim would drench them as well.
Soon they were on their way, and Yuri tried not to get distracted with her nudity and jiggling boobs as they fought monsters. Eventually they got to another mirror, with a flushed Yuri and barely clad Karen staring back at them.
"Hi! So, shall we continue?"
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