Author's pre-comment:
Saaaay, remember what happened in the last chapter where I posted a comment this long?
Author's comment:
I find it interesting that, through sheer coincidence and a little short-term planning, I once again find the number of the chapter aligning perfectly with the content of the story. I say "short term" because I began this chapter back in June 2016, having no idea where it would fall in the story or what would go on beforehand. In fact, I had only just started hashing out Uzume's romance with Kagedansu, and according to my files had yet to come up with the idea of Kagedansu training Minato, never mind all the pro wrestling stuff, never mind the ways in which that stuff would become significant.
But, I digress. 82 is a significant number in the timeline of heavy metal. 1982 saw Judas Priest unleash their peerless album "Screaming for Vengeance" on the world. Lord Dio took his ball and left Black Sabbath, forming the band that would bear his namesake. ACCEPT nailed down their signature sound with "Restless and Wild". Gary Moore whipped out his heavy metal Irish buals for the first time with "Corridors of Power". W.A.S.P. formed from the ashes of Circus Circus. Charles McNary departed from Kick Axe (a.k.a. Spectre General of "Transformers: The Movie" soundtrack fame), paving the way for lead singer George Criston to join.
And let us not forget that '82 saw Iron Maiden swap out their talented front man Paul DiAnno for the equally talented Bruce Dickinson, who sang on their legendary if somewhat overrated record-smasher "Number of the Beast".
Speaking of Iron Maiden, you know what's better than a double entendre? No, not a triple entendre, a quadruple entendre.
When the Wild Wind Blows
"Chiho!" Uzume shouted, catching up to the hospital gurney just as they were about to enter the dark, alien chamber filled with strange, H. R. Geiger-esque machinery.
The beleaguered blonde girl shifted her head on the pillow it rested on. "Uzume?"
"I'm here, Chiho," Uzume assured her, gripping her hand so hard that Uzume's body rebelled against itself, compelled to let go lest she hurt her Ashikabi. "How you feeling?"
"Tired," said Chiho, "but happy. Apparently excitement isn't good for coma patients."
To whit, Uzume practically dove on to the gurney and planted a sloppy wet Frencher on Chiho's lips. She spent so long shoving her tongue into Chiho's mouth that the staff had to call for help to pry her off.
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"Husband!" Tsukiumi called as she stepped through the front door. "I have returned and require thy presence!"
Matsu snickered. "That's not all you require from him."
Tsukiumi whirled as Musubi trotted past. "Thou couldst not face a Sekirei even half as strong!"
Her momentary anger was nothing next to her hunger. Tsukiumi couldn't remember needing Minato so badly, wanting nothing more than to leap into her husband's arms and hold him while being held by him. The stress and anxiety of the day weighed on her; physically, she could feel it. In a strange twist, the spirit was weak while the flesh remained willing and strong.
However, both spirit and flesh craved the touch of her husband. If Tsukiumi was to collapse and lay her weary head to rest, a simply piece of furniture would not suffice. She was entitled to her just reward for her efforts. After all, it was she who bested not one but two Sekirei in battle.
That wasn't to say her sisters-in-arms were undeserving. In fact, Tsukiumi felt uncharacteristically generous in this moment. Not only did she wish Minato, but desired to surround herself with her erstwhile love-rivals. Granted, in this imaginary press of flesh and fatigue, it was she who occupied the best spot, straddling her husband's lap with his head clasped to her bust. However, it would be foolish to think that she, even as the best Sekirei, could have executed today's operation all by her lonesome. For Uzume's sake, if nothing else, her rivals deserved her husband's boon for the parts they played.
Which could not happen until the boon-giver was found.
"MINATO!" Tsukiumi waited a moment, scowled, then raised an eyebrow. "That usually summons him. Someone hath taken him!"
"Wait, Tsukiumi." Matsu was on the blonde before she could leave the house again. "Let's call him."
Once Tsukiumi stopped dragging her, Matsu pulled out her phone and dialed their Ashikabi's number.
"Yeah, Matsu?"
Tsukiumi snatched the phone from Matsu's hand. "Minato! Where art thou?"
"Finishing my date with Kazehana."
"What?!" Tsukiumi stormed back into the house. "How couldst thou neglect thy real wife when she returns from battle?"
"I've been neglecting Kazehana ever since Hametsu ruined our date. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Thou shalt not!" Tsukiumi barked. "I am wounded and tired and wish for thy company, husband. Surely thou canst pamper Kazehana and thy real wife in equal measure."
"Tsukiumi, this isn't up for discussion."
The Water Sekirei started. She'd never heard Minato sound so… stern before. Not even when she almost came to blows with Kazehana. There was no anger here, no fire to cast warmth to his disgruntled mood, only cold, icy hardness.
"Kazehana deserves my attention just as much as you do. Yes, that puts you on her level. No, I don't care if that upsets you. I'm exhausted and hungry and I want to spend the night with her just like I spent a night with you. If you can't handle me being away for a night then I don't want a clingy girl like you as my wife. I'll see you tomorrow. Good bye."
Tsukiumi didn't hear the dial tone. She didn't hear the phone clatter to the floor when it slipped from her fingers. She didn't even hear Matsu's complaint about the mistreatment of her devices and how much it cost to replace them. All the world's noise faded around her as Minato's words pounded into her brain like nails shot from a pneumatic gun. Never in all her life had she imagined her husband would ever speak to her like that, in words as blunt and insensitive as those he'd chosen.
Unbeknownst to her, her oblivion was a blessing in disguise. As she stood there picking her jaw up off the floor, around the corner of the hall came a towel-clad Kagedansu, thumping his head and suggestively swinging his hips, singing,
"I'm just a sexy Kurt (sex-y Kurrr-rt). I'll make your ankle hurt (an-kle hurt)!"
He saw Tsukiumi and threw his muscular arms back. "That's right, Tsukiumi, eat your heart out! Hands off the merchandise! Woo!"
He danced past her and upstairs to his room without Tsukiumi once noticing him, or even registering that he'd spoken to her.
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"Well," Kazehana said, mildly surprised, "I'm sure that won't have any consequences."
Minato rolled his eyes and winced. "Don't remind me. I love Tsukiumi, but she really needs to get over herself."
As Minato opened up and allowed Kazehana to push another dragon roll in his mouth, a small spark of guilt struck his brain.
Was this really a good idea, running off and leaving just Homura and Kagedansu to guard the Jinki, Kagedansu not even knowing it was there? What if Higa sent more Sekirei? What if Mikogami of the South or Nishi of the West made a move on it? What if-
The melting creamcheese of the dragon roll mixed with the taste of sake as Kazehana delivered this next piece with her teeth, mouth-to-mouth. Her tongue pushed it in, Minato deftly avoiding touching her with his fluids and thus triggering her wings. He had plans for that eventuality.
Regardless, her maneuver banished his doubts. His split-second decision-making was provably good; Kagedansu said as much himself. Kazehana was a former soldier, so hers was just as good if not better. His Sekirei could hold down the fort until they got back, which was good, because both he and Kazehana were planning on a long night after this early dinner. The sun hadn't even set, but both were in a mood to finish eating as quickly as possible.
Kazehana smiled as she lifted another piece of dragon roll with her chop sticks. "Thinking about having me for dessert, Mina-kun?"
He swallowed his food and slid a hand under the red tablecloth. "And nothing else."
Kazehana squeaked as his hand started probing her for arousal. Lucky this tablecloth was here, otherwise they'd never be allowed back.
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By the time they reached the hotel, the sky was tinted orange by the setting sun. Minato's phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it. Whatever it was could wait until tomorrow.
They could barely keep their hands off each other to check in at the kiosk. Rather, Kazehana checked in, while Minato felt up her ass, stomach and tits in the lobby. When the elevator came for them, Kazehana backed into Minato and rear-ended him into the car.
By the time they reached their floor, Minato was wrist-deep inside Kazehana's dress while the chesty Sekirei ground her pulsating glutes against his tightening zipper crease. Both were ready to break down the door when they reached it, and when Kazehana fumbled for the lock, Minato decided he could wait no more. His wife gasped when he spun her around and slammed her against the wood, the bulge in his exposed underwear bisecting her ass cheeks as he tore the key from her hand.
The door came free so suddenly they nearly fell, but Kazehana kept her footing and stumbled onto the nearby medieval-style bed. With her legs dangling over the side and her thighs crushed up against Minato's own, the hem of her short dress was ripped in half and her panties were yanked off, leaving the lusty wind-flower's soil moist, ripe, and very exposed.
"Minato!" she gasped, feeling him tease what she wanted. "Please! I've waited so long!"
The teasing stopped. "I don't think so."
Frowning, Kazehana rolled onto her side and looked at him. "What do you mean? Oo!"
The teasing had resumed.
"You've waited?" he said, every slow drag across her sensitive flesh causing her toes to curl. "You've waited?"
She sat up and tried to kiss him, but he pushed her back down.
"How hard do you think it's been for me?" he asked, rocking his hips forward, enough to tantalize but hardly satisfy. "Every day with you, walking around in that dress, constantly teasing me, putting your hands down my pants, making me be the responsible one so we don't get thrown out. Well, I've decided."
His phone buzzed again. He pulled back, grabbed it, and pressed it against Kazehana, eliciting a groan from his thirsty wife.
"You, Kazehana, are going to suffer with me," he said, resuming his position as his phone. "It's high time you got a taste of your own medicine."
Inching into him, Kazehana's lustful look fell away, replaced with a cat-like smirk. "Oh, is-that-so?"
After peeling off her dress and tossing it away, Kazehana hooked her feet around Minato's back and fully embraced him. "You sure you want to -oo!- play that game, Mina-kun?"
Just as that phone was staring to grow on her, or rather making her grow, it stopped. She began to fondle herself, rolling her oversized breasts around, plopping them together, letting them loll to either side of her rib cage. He stood there with his arms folded, still as a statue, though he couldn't hide his arousal.
Sitting up again, she looped her arms around his neck and mushed her funbags against his shirt. "You'll lose."
"Then let's make a race of it," he said, tearing his shirt down the front and letting it slide off his arms.
Kazehana hummed and hungrily licked her lips. "A race?"
He nodded as he hooked her thighs and started to rock in earnest. "A race to make the other finish first."
"Oh, you're on," Kazehana smirked, adding her own motion to the ocean. "I'll teach you who's hand is on the stick."
"Let's FIND OUT!" he shouted, whirling around and charging into the wall.
"Nnngh, no fair!" She could feel him digging deep, desperate to win.
Kazehana hadn't expected this level of barbarism from her Minato. Every jolt, every swing was a home run and the temptation to give up and submit was already there. Her nails dug into his back as Minato worked her over. She longed to be conquered, but not before she made her hubby explode with pleasure.
Her hands cupped his cheeks and she stared him down, defiant. "Mmm, think you handle me?"
She tried to kiss him but he tore himself free from her grasp and forcefully kissed her neck. "I am."
Kazehana laughed and ran her tongue along his face. Then she was spun back to the bed, squealing as he planted her on the sheets.
"No cheating," he said, a glint in his eye as the sounds of slapping flesh filled the room. "Talk about unfair. Those noises you make are too erotic, just like the rest of you."
Snatching up her discarded panties, he balled them up. "Open up."
"My, how kinky," she giggled, complying. "I didn't think you had it in you."
As he gagged her, he said, "Let's find out what's in you."
Kazehana emitted a sharp squeal as Minato took not one but both breasts in his mouth. His hands were propping himself up above her, but his mouth and hips more than made up for it. He pulled and pushed at her sensitive mounds. Every bounce made them wash against his face; he was moving them with his hips.
Kazehana's head thrashed from side to side, never forgetting her goal. She grabbed her boobs and squeezed them further into Minato's mouth. Between sensual moans, Kazehana let out a muffled chuckle. Mina-kun was doing a marvelous job of pleasuring her. She wanted to produce milk so bad, to complete her transition from onee-sama to MILF-in-training. It was her dream, her fantasy, and combined with the mounting tension in her loins, she wasn't sure what would come first. Curse her body, she was just so thirsty for him!
Well, she'd just have to make sure he wouldn't last. Squeezing him with her muscles, she swore she'd make him her cow.
He must've realized what she was doing, and that it was working, because he jammed his knees under her back and curled her into a ball, squatting atop her. Now the full force of his body was driving into her, driving her wild.
"I wonder what'll happen when you pop," he breathed huskily as he let her tits hang from his teeth. Their weight did the work and set Kazehana's nerves alight.
Pull on them, she thought. Oo, that's it! Harder!
"Tsukiumi screamed so hard she lost her voice," he said, before giving Kazehana's breasts a hard suck. Kazehana's buttocks twitched.
"Musubi just about had a seizure, the first time, anyway." He let one breast fall away, before leaning all the way down and taking it back with his hand. They were his now, to do with as he pleased.
"You want that?" he growled, releasing her breasts and pressing his hands on her shoulders. "You want me to break you like I broke them?!"
Oh yes! Kazehana couldn't say it because of these darn panties in her mouth. Her girls had gotten so engorged and heavy that his next line drive made the other one slip from his mouth, falling against her face. Her breath hitched and she squirmed for a moment to fondle herself. Even as she retaliated with a few key muscle maneuvers, her fingers clawed and pulled at the bed sheets.
"Then..."
Kazehana came off the bed, dragging the sheets with her as she was pulled atop Minato's powerful quads. His hands were behind her head, like a reverse full nelson. His wild eyes betrayed his calm facade. The fabric of her panties dangled out of her mouth, the only thing keeping her from spearing him with her tongue.
He leaned in close. "All you have to do is kiss me."
Oh no.
She could feel him chambering a round even as her own body prepped for a blast. She had to get these panties out of her mouth! She struggled and pulled, clawing at his hair as her body began to buck and twitch with the rising pressure, but the hold he'd clinched stopped her from reaching her face. Shit!
"What's wrong, gngh, Kazehana?" he grunted, trading power for speed and rhythm. Her moaning was constant, her feet beating the bed as she sat helplessly in Minato's arms, about to be denied one hell of a finish. It was coming, as unstoppable as an avalanche.
Her head shook as she tried to push the panties out with her tongue, but Minato licked his lips, leaned in close and pushed them back with his dried tongue. No kiss, no wings, no grand finale! Kazehana's legs were locked as she tried to hold in her climax, tears welling up in her eyes as they stared up at the ceiling. She screamed for Minato to save her, to give her the hurricane of pleasure he described, but he just kept going, breathing on her neck as if to torture her with the closeness of salvation.
Help me! Minato, please, I can't-...
Her scream turned into panicked sobbing. Her head, joining the growing rebellion, pushed back against Minato's hands, pulsating as she was about to burst. Her mind was a white haze of frustration and mounting pleasure.
"Here," he said, bringing his mouth close to hers, "let me get that for you."
A small bit of her panties still hung from her lip; he bit down on the fabric and began to pull. His hips picked up speed and her own body jumped before she could get a handle on it. The pleasure and tension ebbed before roaring back, just as the last of her underwear came free and dropped beside him.
"MINAT-"
He kissed her, and the dam exploded.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the biggest orgasm she'd ever had in her life knocked her out cold.
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Kazehana awoke and immediately twitched. She was still very sensitive, and Minato was gently tracing her with his finger.
She tried to sit up but something tugged on her wrists. It was a pair of straps, though they were more like dog collar from how the plastic clips held them together. Moreover, each had a wide metal ring with a rope tied to it. The other end of the ropes ended at the bed posts, lashed in a simple clove hitch to the wooden frame. It seemed Mina-kun had been busy while she was out, getting ready to explore his newfound kink. All that was missing was Matsu and her toolbox.
Now that Kazehana had a chance to look around, this room she'd booked definitely met the "medieval European" standard. The walls were painted to look like the stone work of an early period castle, with all a manner of kinked-up torture devices spread throughout the interior. There was a rack, a lashing board, a bird cage, a V-shaped coffin with a gap cut at the vertex (of course), and a dangling garden of chains hanging from a dungeon grate on the ceiling. To her right, the room's solitary window-door was a diagonal crisscross of iron, the panes filed to look like uneven stained glass, though they were probably made of plastic.
One item stood out from the rest. It was made of the same fake iron as the window-door, so it matched the aesthetic, but she knew a gyroscope when she saw one. It had two restraints instead of just one, both attached to a seatback that seemed oddly short for adults. The wavy design of one end reminded Kazehana of the cups on a bra, and suddenly the pieces fell into place. Beneath the trio of suspended metal circles was a series of alternating platforms, kind of like crenels on a fortress. What they were for, Kazehana had no idea.
Nevertheless, she smiled, one eye peering through the messy black curtain of her hair at the man who ministered her. "Holding me prisoner, Minato?"
He popped into view from behind her exposed nether regions. He'd lashed her ankles, too, though not as taut as her arms.
"Naughty girls need to be punished," he said.
"Ooo," Kazehana mewled coyly. "What did I do?"
"Plenty," he replied, drumming his fingers on the air as they began to drift towards her tortured sweet spot. "What you didn't do was ask permission."
"Permission, hm?" Her eyes followed his fingers down. Already her body ached for more of him, her hips excitedly swiveling as much as the ropes would allow her. She couldn't close her legs, so her heat was laid bare for him to see, in all its embarrassing splendor. The thought of her made her as drenched as the sheets beneath her back. Gods above, the splash she must've made after she passed out.
His fingers stopped about two centimeters above her trigger point, hovering there. His head lowered, little by little, until all she could see were his eyes and his hairline, slick with sweat. She waited for him to touch her, but his fingers remained just out of her reach.
"Going to have a taste of me?" she inquired, then moaned as she felt his breath. Any second now, his tongue would go probing her for weaknesses and she'd crumble into…
…
"Minato?" she said, confused. She felt his finger run her inner thigh, tracing the contour between her quad and hamstring. It got closer, closer, closer…!
Then it was gone, missing her by a hair.
His head came up so she could see his mouth, or rather see his tongue, slinking between his teeth and stretching down towards her-
He flicked it away, missing her by a tooth.
"Minato..." She began to roll her hips, trying to reach him, but he always came juuust shy of letting her touch him. "What are you doing?"
"Punishing you," he said, before blowing on her. Kazehana's breath hitched and her hips jumped, to utter her shock and amazement. Not even Matsu could wind her up so fast. What was going on?
His head sunk and she felt his breath again, this time lower than before. Kazehana bit her lip and her eyes widened. Her body cried out to move, to release this pent-up frustration that tortured her. She tried to grasp at the bed sheets; no good. She tried to grab at the rope that held her wrists; she couldn't reach it.
Only her lower half could move. Her legs yanked on the ropes that held them, trying to press catch Minato in her lustful embrace.
That naughty boy! He'd given her enough slack to move, but not enough to close her legs. She couldn't deny him if she wanted to!
She never thought being so helpless would leave her so amorous, but as she twisted and pulled at her bindings, she had to concede that perhaps she'd underestimated her Minato. Her body was his toy to play with, to torture her with this near-contact of his lips to her own. He knew how much she loved it even as she hated it. For whole minutes, he blew on her, breathed on her, massaged the inside of her legs, reached up and brought his hands just shy of pinching her sensitive buds. She was being pushed back to that mountain of pleasure and pain, only now it felt twice as high. This was torture.
Then, like a snake's, his tongue sprung out and flicked her.
"AUGH!" Talk about flipping her switch! Her legs pulled together so hard that she heard the bed posts crack. Everywhere from the waist down had gone rigid, from one tiny lick!
"Did you like that?" he asked, his eyes narrowed with smug authority.
Her jaw, locked open from her mini-peak, was useless, though she managed to grunt a guttural, "Ah-… Ah-hah."
When his finger circled her pink nip, her head thrashed from side to side like an animal in a cage.
"Do you want more?"
"Y..." She couldn't speak. His light caress had her teeth clenched something fierce.
"Hm?" He crawled above her and put a hand to his ear. "I didn't get that. You say something?"
"YYYY-!" She could feel him brushing against her, the mouth of a pistol trying to find entry into the holster where it belonged.
"That's what I thought you said." He braced his arms beside here body, his wrists easing into the curve of her side-boob, and looked into her eyes. "Then..."
His touch was withdrawn as he said, "You better beg, because I'm happy to do this all night."
"NO!" she screamed, thrashing in place to no avail.
"What do you want?"
Kazehana gnashed her teeth as her eyes started to tear up again. "Touch me!"
"Is that all?" he said.
She felt a loaded firearm trailing up the line between her abs.
"Hold me! Ravage me!" she cried, her hands clawing at the air over their straps. "Wear me like a jacket! I need to be wrapped around you right now!"
"Then you better make sure I get what I want, too," he said, and settled in atop her stomach. Taking her breasts between his hands, he settled in more intimately. "You want this?"
"YES! Oh, I want it so bad!"
"You appreciate it, Kazehana?"
"I do! I promise I do! It's all I can think about whenever I look at you!" She was panting hard and trying harder to swallow him up. "I can't stand it! I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want! Just let me have you! I'll give you everything you want!"
"Prove it," he said, and thrust his hips against her breasts. "Grovel over me, you filthy slut."
Kazehana remembered an old saying, how power comes from the barrel of a gun. The thing in front of her face was the cannon of a god, and she worshiped its mighty form. Tongue, tits, cheek, she wanted to feel it against every part of herself as it emerged from the greatest pair of Sekirei tits the world had ever known. Kazehana was moaning like a cat in heat and just about as affection, rubbing her face against her favorite plaything.
All the while, the wind-up coil that had formed in her body kept building. He never touched her nipples directly, nor fondled her, so the tensile energy in her body remained unchanneled. It made her muscles flutter, causing her breasts to shake, speeding up the trip to her reward.
Soon, the pressure inside her cleavage began to build. She could feel it pressing her boobs into his hands.
"Bigger!" Moaning hungrily, her tongue circled him and her lips pulled at him with a pop. "Get bigger! Paint me blind!"
"How do you like it?" he grunted, starting to double over.
"Thick, musky and hot!"
"You want me, Kazehana?!"
"Yes!"
"How bad?"
"So badly I could cry!"
With a bear-like growl, Minato's emotion ran wild, all across her face. "Then here it IS!"
"YES!"
The warmth was enough to send Kazehana's voice into an operatic song of ecstatic euphoria, hitting notes with vibrato and fluid grace that a voice teacher would find envious. It was like Minato had poured his pleasure into her directly, feeling his ecstasy soak into her beautiful face. Her solo softened to a long, lusty gasp, sounding every bit as thirsty and anxious to have him as she'd been before. When she finished reeling from Minato's finish, he'd slid back down her body and aligned his sights to his target.
"Gotta say, I really liked that song," he said, before rocking up against her. "Sing it again."
Oh boy, did she ever.
That feeling of powerlessness returned as Minato slammed into her open invitation and began ravaging her. Her legs wanted to catch him, but all they could do was feather his pelvic bones. Even as she got hers, Kazehana was still denied, and the paradox made her explode almost instantly.
"UGH, NGH, OOOOOOH!"
Slamming her head back into the sheets, Kazehana couldn't stop her climax. It was like fifteen finales coming one right after the other, firing off every time Minato shifted.
A swing of the hips.
"AUGH!"
A tweak of the nips.
"ULGH!"
A suckle of the breast.
"FUCK ME, YES!"
Minato rolled her breasts around in his hands even as he bit her sensitive buds with his teeth. She arched her back and pushed her girls against his face; even that was enough to rock her world.
"I LOVE YOU! MINATO! MORE, MORE!"
He sat back and planted himself against her, pulling her up while his mouth continued to suck on her breasts. The clasps on her ankles came loose so suddenly that the plastic nearly broke when she tore free. Her calves slapped the back of his pelvis as she screamed her praise.
"HARDER! FASTER! AAH, YES!"
He freed her hands next, knowing how much she wanted to sink her claws into him.
"GIMME MORE, HONEY! I LOVE YOU!"
Her hips curled and uncurled against him in perfect rhythm, in and out like a hydraulic piston. Her sense remained enough for her to grab a nearby pillow and motorboat it to absolute death, cleaning her off as she felt herself winding down. Couldn't have that, no way!
"Kiss me!"
He did, and the thunder came stampeding back. It was like he'd tortured her all over again, The Wind Sekirei's pipes sending music of rapture into his mouth as the dam burst within her all over again. She could practically smell his manliness as this god of a man took her in his arms and took her hard. It clung to her senses as hard as she clung to him, both inside and out.
Alas, when she broke away and kissed him again, her rush was spent. She unfolded like a blooming flower and collapsed back on the bed, dazed and blasted by the awesome power of her Minato.
Panting hard, Minato pushed himself off of her. Her muscles twitched when contact was broken.
"Nooooo…" Kazehana whined, pawing at him.
"Damn," said Minato, clearly amazed by her thirst. "Kazehana, what's it take to satisfy you?"
Grinning as the strength began to refill her limbs, Kazehana swept her gaze about the room, looking at all the interesting implements available.
"Haaaaah..." She sat up and kissed him, smiling and giggling in equal measure. Like a shot of coffee, she felt her wings rejuvenate herself. "Let's find out."
Minato smiled back. "Let's."
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Kazehana gagged as Minato sat upright on the edge of the bed, impaling her. He was like a kid who'd just been given free reign in an ice cream parlor, and his sampling of the many yummy flavors and textures on offer was exquisite.
She felt the blood go to her head, but she also felt the blood rushing in Minato, packing tighter and tighter like powder in a cannon.
She heard him gasp; the fuse was definitely lit. His arms tightened around her waist, her thick ass cheeks spilling between his fingers. "K-Kazehana, you're way too inten-! ARGH!"
Boom went the cannon. When the payload landed, it kicked up a spray in Minato's face.
Still choking a little, Kazehana chuckled. How quickly they followed the other. In fact, as she started rearing to go again, she felt Minato filling up for another discharge.
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"Woah!" Kazehana's head spun, then she laughed. This gyroscope was a little trickier to steer than she thought. Minato turned her over so she lay perpendicular to him, the vertex of her legs angled down towards his hips. The crenels on this thing were a stroke of genius, letting Minato achieve the perfect height without needing to squat or stretch.
"Sorry," said Minato. "Kind of hard to get the hang of this thing."
"Here," said Kazehana, stretching out so she was doing the splits. The elastic harness strapped to her pulled back, trying to re-center her, but her Sekirei legs were far stronger. She remained as taut as a violin string. Now, whether she could stay focused enough to hold this position, that was the real challenge.
Minato reached over and stroked her head affectionately.
"Good girl," he whispered, then got to work plucking her. Kazehana squealed with joy and once more made the most erotic music.
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"Oooo yes, unh, unh, mmmmMINATO! PLEASE! YEEEES!"
Her head and feet flopped in the open air as Minato caught her lips and sent her rocketing into another mind-blowing climax. He had her in her fantasy position: ass-to-pelvis, back-to-chest, her gigantic bosom squeezed by Minato's strong hands. Her legs bounced akimbo, hanging on his muscular forearms like a coat rack. Just as she'd begged him, he was wearing her hard.
The rack of chains was a dream come true. Minato was lashed up in iron and only bearing maybe a quarter of his weight. Knowing this, that meant practically all of his manly strength was devoted to her. The thought made her come onto him harder.
The chain around her neck remained smooth and cold to the touch, but it only made Minato's rough holds feel hotter. He never softened in his approach, every sign of slowing stopped as soon as her wings passed through his body. They were caught in an endless cycle of lust, each one kickstarting them to full power.
When the rush faded, Minato drew back from her mouth and asked, "How many was that?"
Kazehana sank back into him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Seven, I think. I didn't think human men could last so long."
Minato chuckled, rolling her pneumatic knockers in his palms, all while trying not to drop their mountainous mass. Damn, she'd gotten big tonight. Most women saw their cup size go up when they were going at it, but she was bordering on hentai levels of cleavage here.
Somehow, she suspected Minato wanted her even bigger.
"Ashikabi are different, I guess" he said in answer to her comment, "as long as they have a gorgeous Sekirei to make love to."
Kazehana moaned and nipped at his ear.
"But there I go," he said, "comparing a goddess to a Sekirei."
Now she giggled. Same old Miinato, it seemed, despite all that had grown about him. Really grown, in fact.
Minato looked at the digital clock, evidently forgetting that he'd left it face-down. "What say we call it at twenty?"
"Twenty..." Kazehana gasped excitedly. "Make it thirty! A hundred! In fact, let's see who wears out first! AaaaH!"
Minato revved up and the pistons in his engine started firing again. "You're on, you hussy!"
"That's it!" Kazehana cried, her back arching and causing her to sink further into him. "Talk dirty to me, Minato! I love it!"
"You're mine, Kazehana," he growled in her ear, the rattle of their chains serenading their session. "My hussy. My perfect, slutty wife."
"And you're mine," she moaned in response. "Oooo! My savage. My perfect, wild husband."
"Dang," he said, then ramped up his power, sending rippled from her buttocks all the way up to her boobs. "That's a standard I aim to meet."
"Please DO! AAAAH!"
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Kazehana stumbled again, having tripped over a seam on the sidewalk.
"Steady there, Kaze-chan," said Minato, blatantly groping her breast as he propped her back up.
Kazehana melted twice: once from the pet name, and again from the sheer brazen balls on her man. There were people all around, some of whom definitely saw what he did, and he was looking at her, not them. She saw at least one coffee-drinker in a nearby window spew latte foam on themselves.
Kazehana beamed smugly. They must've been jealous of her.
She still smacked Minato's arm, though. "I can't be steady after what you did to me, you animal!"
"Hey," he smirked, "just be glad you can walk at all."
She pouted. "I'm not..."
Then she let out a happy yelp as Minato swept her off her feet. "Am I on to something here?"
Kazehana giggled and looped her arms around her. "Oh yes, definitely coming on to something."
It must've been the sheer power of lust, because Minato managed to carry her for three blocks before putting her down, and only because Maison Izumo was in sight. Security, warmth, family, good food, all of that and more awaited them. The former in particular, as they'd woken up to find a box of clothes delivered to their love hotel room, courtesy of MBI. Minaka could be so creepy.
In fact, if there was one person who'd be just as set on watching Minato as The Chairmen, it was someone who doubtless waited to either tear Minato in half, or his clothes. Tsukiumi could be so unpredictable.
"Don't worry, Mina-kun," Kazehana chirped, swallowing his arm in her purple-clad cleavage. "I'll keep you safe."
"Hey, you guys!" called a familiar voice, flying through the air.
The couple's faces lit up when they saw who it was. Not just Uzume, back in her signature star belly top and capris, looking as bright and sunny as the day they'd first met, but a soft-eyed blonde girl in a fashionable frilly dress and matching wide-brim sun hat, carried bridal-style by her Sekirei.
"Uzume!" Kazehana detached from Minato and waddled over to their landing zone. "Long time no see!"
"Uh..." Uzume kept Kazehana at arm's length, prepped as Kazehana was for a busty bear hug. "First of all, we saw each other yesterday, second, put on some clean clothes, and third, you really need a shower because you stank!"
"I know, but we barely got to spend time with each other!" Kazehana gushed. "And these clothes are fresh. Mina-kun's just that fantastic a lover."
She turned to Uzume's charge. "And you must be Chiho! It's so good to finally meet you."
"You, too," replied Chiho, before she looked at Uzume. "Uzume, you never told me your roommates were so gorgeous! Look at her!"
"Little old me?" Kazehana smiled and put her hands behind her head, showing off her amazing hourglass figure. "I see Uzume chose a real winner."
The Veil Sekirei snorted. "More like she chose me, when she tackled me off a roof."
Minato shouldered his way in and looked at Chiho. "I want to hear that story as soon as Tsukiumi's done yelling at me."
"Ah yes, Blondie," said Chiho, taking Uzume's hand and leading her towards the front gate. "She does seem a little, um, shall we say..."
"Volatile?" Uzume offered.
"Crazy?" Kazehana suggested.
"I was going to say clingy," Chiho chuckled, "but that works, too."
"They all do," Minato agreed, "but I love her."
"Never mind her!" Kazehana whined, flinging herself on him again. "Tell me how much you love meeee! I need to know!"
Minato frowned sardonically. "After last night, you need me to tell you?"
Kazehana pouted. "A tender maiden needs lots of support."
"Especially the morning after, it seems," said Uzume.
"Why don't we assist?" Chiho suggested.
"Hey," Minato snarked, pulling Kazehana into his arm. "Get your own arm candy. This is mine."
"M-hm!" Kazehana hummed happily.
"Done," said Chiho, backing into Uzume so her head landed in the star on Uzume's bosom. Bullseye. "Although, it wouldn't hurt to..."
As Chiho trailed off, it was no mystery as to why. The welcoming committee that greeted them from the shadow of the doorway looked uncharacteristically judgmental, as in how a literal judge would view a puppy sitting next to a yellow carpet stain.
"Hi, guys," Minato began.
"Why'd you run away like that?!" Musubi snapped, her fists clenched in anger despite her eyes watering up moments later. "You should've stayed!"
"I was busy!" Minato protested, baffled as to how quickly the talk escalated. "You're seriously going to give me a hard time after I came back like this with you?"
"I called you, you know," Matsu said, ignoring his complaint.
"Well, you could've found me," Minato pointed out, "but you didn't. So clearly what you had to say could've waited until today."
"Twelve times," said Matsu, once again ignoring him. "I called you twelve times. Ever think that it might've been important? That maybe there'd be a reason we couldn't just come out and find you?"
"'Important'?" Minato freed himself from Kazehana and squared up against what was rapidly feeling like an angry mob. Wait a second, if this was a mob, then where…
"Where's Tsukiumi?" he asked.
Uzume stepped in. "And Kagedansu, is he here?"
At that moment, everyone on that front step looked like they were going to be sick. Even Homura, scowling harder than Kazehana had ever seen him scowl, looked like he was trying to hold down some serious hurl.
"Kagedansu…" he seethed, his hand smoldering as flames were reflexively called forth. "He's a dead man."