Minato stood there, his right hand over Tsukiumi's tit, gazing into her eyes as his mind processed what she had just asked of him: to give into temptation, to take leave of the festivities, to risk the wrath of She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Disobeyed by disregarding her most hardline rule, to sneak off with the woman who had been haunting his dreams and consummate their unofficial marriage.
Dost thou wish to make love to thy wife? Several impossible realizations hit Minato with all the ease of the express freight. Firstly, he was fondling one of the largest and fullest dress-kittens that he was likely to see on a woman, any woman, in his entire life; second, it belonged to a gorgeous naiad straight out of Greek myth, perhaps even lovelier; third, said blonde beauty was calling herself his wife; fourth, that she was the very same blonde had throttled him and even tried to kill him at one point; finally, all of that in mind, that she was asking him, Sahashi Minato, to perform the Dance of Spring with her.
The gears in Minato's head ground to a halt, and his whole body tensed up as it strained to get them running again. The tension caused his hand to squeeze a little tighter, drawing a mewling whimper from his Sekirei as her eyes slid shut, her body trembling as a soft gasp escaped her lips. It was the sweetest sound he could imagine right then, so honest and so cute, that the only thing he could say to something like that was-
"You coming back?"
"WAH!" Minato practically leapt out of his skin, having completely forgotten where he was. He looked over his right shoulder and saw that Izanagi was poking his head out from the living room, eying the sight of the two standing in the hallway. It took a moment before Minato realized his right hand was grasping empty air.
Tsukiumi was now standing a short distance away. A dark cloud rumbled over her head and her back was to him.
"Weakness…"
"What?" came her Ashikabi's reply.
Tsukiumi lurched around. "A moment of weakness, nothing more!" This marked Minato's second out-of-skin experience that evening. "Thou had best forget it!"
She shuffled back, laying down a finger in his direction.
"And if thou dost not forget it… I will end thee!" With that, she was gone, down the hall and out of sight.
Minato sighed. If living with his mother and sister had taught him anything, it's that no way was he capable of approaching a woman in the state Tsukiumi was in (the fact that Tsukiumi had the same temper as his mother not helping, either). Nothing to do now but give her some space and get back to the party. Then he ran smack-dab into a chest-high wall.
Wait… No, it wasn't a wall. It seemed that Izanagi teaching sincere insincerity to his brother had been an exchange, and the price had been Kagedansu's ability to become an immovable object.
"Where are you going?" the stone-faced youth asked, his features shifting enough to look annoyed.
"I was just-"
"No you're not." He grabbed Minato by the shoulders and spun him around, pushing him towards where Tsukiumi had escaped. Minato stumbled forward, surprised at how far those skinny arms could move him.
"But, you saw that, right?" Minato asked, looking back at his counterpart. "I think she just needs time to cool off." What happened next was a rare occurrence indeed.
"Minato-san, I'm not going to pretend I know anything more about Sekirei than you do," said the metalhead. "And I'm not going to pretend that I understand your relationship with Tsukiumi-san, because speaking as a complete outsider, it seems really, really complicated. I'm not even going to pretend that I get a lot of girls, because girls to this day stump me at every turn. Just when I think I have them all figured out, they turn around and do something completely unexpected, and I'll be right back where I started, totally lost. So all that in mind, go talk to her!"
Minato's eyes drifted down, allowing Izanagi's words to simmer in his mind. He honestly wasn't following the kid's logic, but maybe that was it. Izanagi hadn't been there for his exchange with Tsukiumi (or so he hoped, given things that were said), but Minato had been given a glimpse into her tender, loving interior. That was something he'd never expected to see from someone like her, and so caught had he been by the surprise fondling that he didn't even realize it. If he went back into the living room and told everyone about what had happened, only Kazehana would believe him. Then, while everyone else was either taken aback or denying it, she would clasp her hands and swoon and start going on about how Sekirei were meant to fall in love and all that. From what had just happened, Minato was starting to believe it.
"Seriously?" said Minato.
"Yeah. Seriously." Aaaand it was back to five words or less. Izanagi took out his wallet and, after rummaging through it, pulled out a small, flat object. He examined it in the soft light cast by the paper door, then tossed it to Minato. The former ronin caught it in his left hand.
"Just in case," said Izanagi, before heading back inside and shutting the door behind him.
Minato remained puzzled by what exactly was implied, until he got a feel for the square object in his hand. Looking down, he noted the foil packaging, the outline of a ring-like object sealed within.
It was a condom.
The memory of Tsukiumi's breast returned to Minato's hand, causing its fingers to reflexively curl a little, grasping at softness which was there no more. All the blood in Minato's body rushed to his face, causing a crimson splatter to shotgun from his nose before he collapsed to the floor.
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Kagedansu heard the thump out in the hallway beneath the sounds of the ongoing party. He paid it no mind, for his fingers had finally stopped hurting and he could get back to making with the sweet musics. Kazehana had just conjured another bottle of sake, and the race was on to see who among her, Matsu and Uzume could stay conscious the longest.
Izanagi already had a song in mind, because as soon as his guitar was plugged in and the amp switched on, he started a riff. Not the most complex, considering other tunes in Iron Maiden's library, but the song itself was unique in that it managed to be positive without losing Maiden's signature edge. It was actually Kagedansu's favorite, and until the Landlady put a stop to it, he was going to put his all into singing hard and singling loud.
"When I was wandering through the desert and was searching for the truth, I heard a choir of angels calling out my name…"
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Said Landlady was, in fact, coming back in from her garden with some fresh vegetables. Passing the master bathroom near the front of the inn, she heard the splash of water being emptied from a bucket.
"Oh my! I haven't even heated up the water!" she exclaimed. "It must be freezing!"
"No, that's all right," came the shivered reply. "Tis the perfect temperature for me."
Miya frowned, and decided that she'd turn on the heat anyway. No sense in letting the poor girl frost over.
"Is Tsukiumi in there?" Miya turned her attention from the bathroom to a certain lanky Ashikabi on the approach. Instantly, her hanyo mask appeared behind her.
"You weren't thinking of joining her, were you?" she asked.
Minato visibly swallowed. "N-No," he whimpered. "Just talking to her. You know... Trying to figure out why she's upset."
"Then you're in luck, because sound carries quite well through the walls," said Miya, taking her hanyo with her as she returned to the kitchen. Minato let out a sigh of relief. He was glad Miya had scared some sense into him, because after the two previous hallway exchanges, the thought might've crossed his mind to do something, as Miya would call it, "improper".
He hesitated before knocking. He could be marching up to the cannon's mouth with the fuse already lit, and not even know it. Who's to say Tsukiumi wouldn't punch his lights out the instant he spoke up, or worse yet, carry out her threat of bloody murder? This was a superhuman he was dealing with here, albeit a drop-dead gorgeous one, and one false step could see him left in worse condition than at the docks.
Then he recalled Kazehana's words to him, the last time Tsukiumi had run off.
When a woman wants a man she likes it when he takes charge.
Well, Kazehana was about as womanly as they came, so Minato chose to trust her. He gently rapped on the door, a difficult thing to do when most of it was literally paper.
"Tsukiumi?" he called. Rather, would have called, if his voice wasn't recovering from the frights he'd been enduring. Unsurprisingly, no response. All he heard was the ongoing sound of a body being rinsed, and a shivered shudder from the lady within. Minato chose to believe she didn't hear him, and so opened the door to the antechamber.
"Keep out! I've no wish to see or speak to anyone!"
Minato's first instinct was to retreat and slide the door closed. He closed it alright, but only to cut off his escape. He had to stand firm, take charge, talk to her. He couldn't do any of that from the living room.
"Well, that's alright. The Landlady doesn't allow mixed baths anyway," Minato joked, a desperate attempt to diffuse his Sekirei's tension.
"And just what dost thou want?!" Tsukiumi snapped. Welp, there went that plan.
"The, erm, the thing is…" Here it was: the moment of truth. He only hoped that his faith wasn't misplaced. "You never let me answer your question."
"I told thee to forget that!"
"I know! I know!" Minato said quickly. "It's just that, well, I can't, not really. I wanna know what's on your mind."
"Twas as I said..." Tsukiumi's voice lost a lot of its fire, becoming somewhat sullen. "My head was not about me when I spoke."
"And not because someone saw us together?"
There was a brief delay before Tsukiumi spoke again. "Nay."
Minato sighed and sat down on the floor. "That's too bad, because honestly, I don't think it's weakness at all."
He hesitated, trying to find the right words.
"Someone," Minato was careful not to mention Kazehana's name, not right now, "once said that you don't need a reason to fall in love. And, yeah, from what I've seen, that's how it works: you don't think, just feel. Honestly, I think it's great that you're so direct about it. Some people go their entire lives without being able to talk about their true feelings, especially when it's most important. They spend so much time thinking about what could happen that by the time they're ready, it's too late. I used to be one of those people, too, so I know how tough it can be. And if it was that hard for you to come out and tell me what you wanted, I'd say you're stronger for it, not weaker. 'Braver is someone who's afraid but pushes on anyway', right?"
There was silence for a moment. Then another moment. Frankly, Minato found it disconcerting. On it went, a never-ending parade of quiet, until finally Minato could stand it no longer. So, he stood up.
"Come on, Tsukiumi! I'm your Ashi- your husband! Talk to me!"
The door to the bathroom slid open to reveal the sight of Tsukiumi. Droplets of water glistened off of her naked flesh, reminding him of the first dream he'd had of her. One hand was over her breasts and the other covered a different area, right between where her pale, silken legs split at the hips.
"Would…" She was blushing furiously, unable to make eye contact for more than a second. But in that second, Minato's onrush of blood had been replaced with a raging desire to hug her tight, nude or not. She was like a kitten who'd just come out of the rain, and every fiber of Minato's being wanted to crush her to him. The feeling was only made stronger when she turned her back to him and shyly looked over her shoulder. Her long hair was unbound, obscuring her face like a curtain.
"Wouldst thou wash me?" She finally found her words. And by all-knowing Buddha himself, she was absolutely adorable.
"A-alright," Minato said, the flood of hormones viciously beating down his better judgement.
He slid out of his clothes and folded them up in a hamper, stealthily depositing the condom he'd received on one of the wooden stools near the door. The last time he'd gotten naked around one of his Sekirei, things had progressed fairly rapidly. But all he was going to do was take a bath, with Tsukiumi, and her round, perfectly-formed curves... and her subdued, huggable demeanor. What could possibly go wrong?
Had his rational mind been firing on all cylinders, Minato might've attempted to bring himself back to Planet Earth. But all he could do was accept the bar of soap and start lathering it along Tsukiumi's arm. She seemed a little disappointed by his starting location, judging by her nasally sigh, but Minato was determined to take his time. He scrubbed his way up her arm and to her shoulders, more massaging than washing. If Tsukiumi objected she gave no sign, quite the opposite actually. A soft purr slipped out, fading as Minato's hands left to refill on suds. Then they returned, slowly tingling down her sides to her hips. Her hair was gathering into a single massive lock that cascaded down her back, the curtains finally pulled back to reveal the absolute perfection that was her body. Minato was still making an attempt to maintain the pretense of bathing, moving his hands in little circles as he "washed" her, but neither of them still believed it.
Tsukiumi's breathing became heavier as Minato moved down to her buttocks, practically grabbing them as he worked her over. Tsukiumi had a very thin layer of softness covering her form that gave her that wonderful feminine feeling, but her butt was where it was all concentrated, his hands sinking into it in their quest to tenderize her. His thumbs pressed her hard, moving round and round, causing Tsukiumi's breathing to grow heavier, more desperate.
"How is it, Tsukiumi?"
"Minato... Husband..." Tsukiumi moaned. It was all she could do to form words between her heavy panting and how his hands were making her mind fade to white.
He felt shivers pass through her as her legs began to fail, and sought to help his Sekirei lest she collapse from sheer titillation. Lathering the soap once more, he started up one leg, sliding his hands up one perfectly sculpted limb, then the other, helping her brace while also making the non-problem even better. On his second ascension, he got a little too close to the pearly gates, the tip of his thumb sliding along the side of it. The caress made Tsukiumi squeak in surprise.
"I'm sorry!" Minato exclaimed, his hands leaping off her.
Tsukiumi's eyes were still wide with surprise, but they eased as the shock of first contact wore off.
"Tis all right. Thou art my husband, after all." She began tying her hair into a knot above her head. "Thou mayst touch me however thy heart desires."
At this, and her posture, Minato couldn't help notice how large Tsukiumi's breasts were; the fact that he could see their curvature from behind only emphasized it. The movements of her arms were making them shake, just a little, like an open invitation. No, more like a temptation. And it was one that neither he nor his male body had any interest in resisting.
Minato's hands moved on their own, snaking beneath her arms and sliding over her erect nipples. Tsukiumi was caught completely off-guard, a tingle running down her body at her husband's touch.
"What art thou... Haah..." Her question perished as a sigh as Minato began to knead her breasts.
"Touching my Sekirei," he whispered, "exactly the way I want." His words, so possessive, so manly, sent Tsukiumi falling into his arms.
He now understood why she'd reacted to explosively to being touched here. Each squeeze and every rotation brought another whimper from her sealed lips, but it wasn't enough for her; she wanted more. She placed her hands on top of his and began moving them more roughly, churning her tits and adding to the haze that was descending over their thoughts. Her breasts were her key erogenous area, her switch, and she was getting more and more turned on.
She began to lean back again, further into her husband's embrace, until something was prodding at her right ass cheek. Slowly, as her body was half-moving of its own accord from the way Minato continued to minister her heaving chest, she reached down and touched it, feeling all the vigor and strength it carried. She took hold of it, guiding it between her legs until it was knocking on her nether-doors, rubbing up against them and sparking something in her loins, small buzzes of lightning to accompany the drizzle that had started. She began writhing in her husband's arms, grinding against him and drawing more floodwaters from herself as his fondling further increased in speed, his mouth diving down to suckle on the side of her neck. Tsukiumi cried out, forgetting the horrifying monster that lurked in the next room, but fortunately for her, the sounds of a different performance drowned out her own.
Tsukiumi turned and her lips met Minato's, a blue light shining from between them. Her whimpers were sent straight into his mouth, further awakening the animal within him. He'd begun to push his way in, the doors of her maidenhood opening a crack, and finally the two could stand their teasing no longer. Minato sank to the ground, carrying Tsukiumi with him, sprawling across the tiles as steam began to form around the bath. Upon landing, Minato admitted a small but audible groan.
"What malcontent is this?" Tsukiumi demanded, pulling free andd inspecting his ached expression.
"My ribs… Still kinda tender," wheezed Minato.
Instantly Tsukiumi was on the case, her mouth latched to his and her soaped-up body sliding along his chest as she leaned into the kiss. With how slippery she'd become, it felt amazing for them both. Her tongue pressed against his lips and parted them, rolling around in his orifice and tasting him. As her blue wings faded once more and the energies of the norito wound down, Tsukiumi parted and leaned back..
"Then I shall fulfill my duty as a wife," Tsukiumi said, "and ease thy suffering."
"Wait a second!" Minato exclaimed, and then immediately regretted it as Tsukiumi hooked her fingers into his shoulders and pulled his face close to her own.
"Dost thou want me or not?" she seethed. Minato surprised her by kissing her again. She ensnared his head with her arms, the tongue-duel going into overtime and her body impatiently gyrating against his.
"Of course I do," Minato said as soon as the separated again. "I just need some protection."
He moved to slide out from beneath her, but Tsukiumi wasn't about to let him escape, not when she had him all to herself. She took a quick look around and spied what he sought, a tendril of water carrying it over to her. Normally, such a task would've been difficult to manage, but with something so light, and while drunk on the potency of Minato's love, it was nothing.
"It's not that I… Well, I just don't think I'm ready for parenthood, that's all," Minato explained, taking it from her hand. Tsukiumi nodded, though she silently vowed that after she won the Sekirei Plan, their childless marriage would change.
He took the ring out of the packaging and slid it on, the lapse giving Tsukiumi enough time to grow nervous for what was about to unfold.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Once again, her shyness asserted itself and she couldn't bear to meet his gaze.
"I am… I am but a maiden, Minato," she said shakily. She felt her husband grow more excited beneath her, despite what he said next.
"If it's a problem, we could finish our bath."
"No!" Tsukiumi practically shouted the word. Then her shyness returned, and she looked to the side. "Rather, I wish thee to have it... My first time..."
Minato placed a hand on her face, steering her gaze back to him. She leaned forward, her hips rising above her husband and readying themselves for him.
"It's a wonderful gift, Tsukiumi. Thank you."
Tsukiumi's eyes began to weep with joy. "Oh, Minato..."
Suddenly, they became one at the loins, Tsukiumi feeling her husband's throbbing heartbeat through their connection. The drizzle had become a deluge, all of her want pouring forth as Minato parted the way. She stopped as she felt him pushing at a certain wall, and braced herself as best she could for what was about to occur.
"Minato… I give thee everything!" she declared, pushing down and feeling her virginity disappear. Quickly she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the cry of pain that came from her. The crimson tide slid down the side of Minato's hip and swirled down the bath drain, marking their marriage.
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Back at the party, the 11-minute-long epic of heavy metal known as "The Red and the Black" rose above all other sounds in the room, and the house. Miya had the strangest feeling that some lewd act was being committed in her home, but couldn't explain why.
Minato's other Sekirei all got the distinct impression that someone, somehow, had gotten the better of them.
Kagedansu and Izanagi got the impression that everyone had momentarily stopped listening, save for Uzume, which they both appreciated (though, per usual, one was more open about it than the other).
And Kagari, though he remained silent on the matter, started to feel a knot forming in his chest.
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It took a little while, but the pain subsided, Tsukiumi falling on her husband's chest and panting heavily. It had taken a lot more than she thought it would, but it was done. From here, there lay naught but bliss.
Her hips began to move of their own accord, up and down, causing her breasts to sway above Minato's head. They enticed his mouth to one and his hand to the other, sucking on her like the hungry wolf he was. Tsukiumi loved every prod, every thrust, every squeeze that Minato gave to her. His touch matched Tsukiumi's own: intense, with nothing held back, and they were loving every second of it.
"Minato, if thou continuest so..." Her body shuddered as he hit a new spot within. "The others shalt see thy marks on my bosom."
Minato released her soft mound from his mouth, her tit swinging back into place while its twin was still adored by Minato's hand.
"Let them." His mouth returned to its place and his teeth grazed her silken skin.
Her climax came without warning, purely from the stimulation of her breasts and how far his words penetrated her. The rain became a typhoon, drenching them both at the waist. She sucked in stuttered breaths as the thunder in her blood subsided, trembling as her husband continued to suckle on her.
"M-Minato..." it was hard to even speak. Her body was still super-sensitive from the rush of her climax.
He stopped pleasuring her bosom and looked up at her, allowing her the moment's respite she was about to ask for.
"You want me to take it easier?"
Tsukiumi's eyes widened. "Not on thy life!"
She reared back and pulled him to her, Minato's mouth returning to her breast like a hungry infant. Her ankles locked behind his back and gyrations resumed with even more vigor, rubbing her abdomen up against his, hugging his face to her chest. Her breast contorted like fabric softener around his nose and mouth, threatening to suffocate him, but all in the name of feeling more of him. She was still weeping, reduced to tears at how intimate they'd become. Tsukiumi's mouth hung open and the corners of her lips stretched into a joyous smile as she continued to bounce.
"Minato! I love thee! Now and forever, I belong to thee!"
Minato momentarily broke from his fondling to kiss her luscious lips, and Tsukiumi had her answer.
However, when Tsukiumi's whimpers and moans became gasps and shouts, Minato was brought away from Tsukiumi's breast, out of their lovemaking.
"Tsukiumi, keep it mmph!" His warning was cut off as Tsukiumi sent his face crashing back into her bosom, burying it in her cleavage, too lost in elation was she.
"Yes! Minato! Please, love me more!"
Her head was tilted back and her eyes glazed over while staring at the ceiling, rolling further back each time their loins slammed together. Her movements became more anarchic as she began to lose control of herself, her muscles already starting to twitch and jerk as she neared her peak once more.
"Tsukiumi, not so loud!" His cry fell upon deaf ears as Tsukiumi's fervor only increased, racing towards her second climax. Minato had one recourse left, and as he squirmed in his Sekirei's arms, she felt herself reach her volatile limit.
"Yes! YES! AAAAAAA- Mmm-m-mmm!"
Minato pulled himself to her lips to his just as their dual climaxes hit, stifling her scream and saving them from Miya's wrath. What happened next was something Tsukiumi would never forget.
The influx of pleasure from his kiss roared at the eruption that came between her legs. Tsukiumi was left heaving and writhing in Minato's arms as the two maelstroms inside of her collided, spinning wildly out of control and taking her body along with them. Her vision became a white haze as her mind turned to mush, her ongoing screech unloaded into Minato's mouth as her fountain of a climax sprayed all over her husband's hips. Tsukiumi rolled over and continued to squirm beneath him, rocking from side to side as her mouth and lips squeezed every last drop of love out of him to feed the thunder in her blood. It wasn't enough. It could never be enough for how spectacular she felt. Every muscle in her body was spasming with each new deluge that geysered from her and she couldn't get enough of it!
After nearly half a minute had passed, so did the storm, the floodwaters from the rain covering the floor around them. They were completely drenched, both of them needing an actual bath. Minato opened his eyes and rose from Tsukiumi's mouth, a glistening line still connecting them, both sighing in sweet relief. Tsukiumi's vision returned and her muscles unlocked. She guided Minato's head on to her chest, allowing it to rest on her soft bosom. Both of them were pleasantly exhausted, content to lie against one another.
"Recover soon, husband," she murmured, her body emitting one final twitch as Minato licked her sensitive bud. "I await thee to claim me as thine own once more."
To both, Minato whispered back, "I will, Tsukiumi," before sliding up to his wife's face for one more tentative kiss. Her legs ensnared him and she hugged him close, already longing for the next time he'd make her body sing.