013 - Wings of the Secretary Bird

Cuddling with a pretty girl on a soft and comfortable sofa might be the most pleasant way to have a good, relaxing time. The movie playing on the big screen isn't all that interesting, but it's not really meant to. It served its purpose already by providing an excuse and is now just some extra prop, something to look at while our attention is very much somewhere else and a faint source of illumination in the otherwise picth-black room.

There's no real conversation going, Kochou isn't one for aimless banter and that fits me just fine. Instead, we take our time getting closer to each other, making a game out of it. A shifting on our seat brings us closer together, a knee casually lands against a thigh, a wandering arm finds its way round a waist… It's not really half as subtle as we make it to be, but that's not really the point either.

Before the movie reaches the halfway point, Kochou has managed to find her way into my lap, the feeling of her soft rear comfortably resting between my thighs as her back leans on the armrest, knees bent so her bare feet can also brush against my leg.

Her hands are still resting on her lap, not really having dared to try anything adventurous with them yet, while mine are wrapped around her and gently holding her close. By this point she's constantly stealing glances towards my face, trying and failing to read my intentions from it. My own eyes have yet to stray from the screen and I can't help but find it incredibly amusing to watch her feelings about the matter gradually change as the situation goes on.

At first, she acted shy, almost afraid of being caught and making eye contact. But, as nothing of the sort happened and she failed to even catch a hint of my own attention wandering her way, she's been getting more and more impatient and worked up. She's hardly even trying to hide her looks anymore, staring wistfully at my face for whole minutes at a time.

Well, if she wants to be caught, it's probably time to kick things up a notch.

I make my move as she starts giving me another of these longing stares. Quick as a snake and never looking away from the screen, I maneuver my head to press a featherlight kiss against the corner of her lips, just barely not enough to trigger the Winging. And then… I return to watching the movie without doing anything else.

I have to fight back an amused smirk as I watch Kochou's reaction in the corner of my eye. The way she holds very still first, before a confused blink gives way to a wait full of anticipation… only for her to gradually deflate, a small pout forming on her lips as she slowly realizes I have no intention of following up.

"Ashikabi-sama…" It's just the faintest of voices, a barely audible whine of complaint, clearly not intended to earn my attention. Or rather, a clear sign of her wanting to earn my attention by not quite daring to commit.

So I just ignore it, letting my hands wander instead. The one around her back shifting upwards to rub her bare shoulder while the one around her legs slips underneath her long skirt. Her breath catches as my fingers brush against her naked ankle, slowly tracing a complex pattern up her calf. She clenches her hands, still resting on her lap, bunching up the fabric of her clothes in a rather unfortunate fashion.

The way her action pulled on her clothes, while compounded with the way my hand is still teasing her way up her calf and the generous slit on her skirt, causes the piece to slip off and expose her entire leg. It's at this point that she finally abandons all pretenses of watching the movie to bury her face on my chest.

If nothing else, I reflect as I take note of the way she's suddenly hugging my midsection, she's finally managed to do something adventurous with her hands, even if 'daring to' maybe isn't the right way to describe the development.

"Kochou." I ask in a perfectly neutral voice, even if I'm fairly sure the psychic girl will still notice my amusement. "Is something the matter?"

She lets out an annoyed noise without really moving her face from where she's buried it on my bosom, showing that she's indeed aware of what I'm actually feeling. Still, her only understandable reply is to shake her head in denial.

"Hmm…" I let out a hum as my hands get a bit more daring, one playing with the underside of a breast while the other climbs up her exposed leg to cop a feel of that delicious rear of hers. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

The answer is… slightly delayed by a full-body shiver when my questing fingers happen upon a particularly sensitive spot. Once she recovers though, and still not looking up or saying a single word out loud, she gives me a single, timid nod. That's all the green light I need.

"Very well then." I lower my head to whisper my answer into her ear, causing another shiver when my nose teases the edge of her ear. "Don't mind if I dig in."

Letting go of my restraint, I start teasing her in earnest.

Kochou tries. Oh, she tries so very hard to keep quiet while I pepper her neck with kisses, while I tease the exposed flesh of her legs or deftly navigate our awkward position to grope her breasts, but there's a limit even to her iron-clad self-control.

It starts with muted whimpers that she tries to bury by pressing her face even harder against me, slowly increasing in volume and frequency until it all culminates in a startled moan when my questing fingers finally make contact with her panties, teasing the burning-hot spot underneath.

And yet, I can't help but notice there's only a small wet spot staining her underwear, even after all this teasing and anticipation. No matter, a woman that's hard to get ready just makes for a more interesting challenge, and I welcome all challenges.

In fact, this discovery makes me toy with the idea of keeping this up a bit longer than planned, to continue teasing Kochou until she comes well and truly undone, her stoic façade crumbling to pieces as she begs me to give it to her.

"Ashikabi-sama, please!" Finally looking up and making eye contact. "Give it to me!"

There's a brief flicker of annoyance at her reaction, at the way too easy way she's fallen in line with my desires, but the feeling is short lived.

Kochou looks beautiful like this, short of breath and with flushed cheeks, her eyes glazed over with lust and need. There's no way I can stare into those beautiful purple eyes of hers and hold a grudge, especially when she doesn't seem to have done it on purpose. If I didn't want my girls subconsciously reacting to my desires, I shouldn't have tried gathering a harem of psychic birbs.

Well, I'll just have to make sure she enjoys suffering the punishment for ruining my fun.

"Well…" I trail off teasingly without voicing my inner thoughts. "Since you insist…"

Kochou's reaction to my kiss is clumsy, soft and full of passion. It's easy to put everything else out of my mind while I take my time to explore them. To ignore the winging process as background noise while her lips part eagerly to make way for me. To close my eyes and become blind to the supernatural glow illuminating the room, so I can focus on teasing her tongue with mine.

We spend a brief eternity in this simple bliss before her hands land on my shoulders, softly pushing away to break the kiss and make me open my eyes. She's floating in the air with wings of green light spread wide behind her, tiny squares reminiscent of pixels flowing outward through them. The forgotten home cinema system isn't playing the movie anymore. Instead, the screen displays a live picture of Kochou's face while the speakers echo her words:

"Connection of my pledge
Find all the dangers stalking my Ashikabi!"

It's a brief, but frankly impressive show before Kochou slowly lands back on the floor. She stands there in a daze, short of breath in her disheveled clothes as the room goes back to normal, looking just as aroused as I'm feeling myself.

… And she didn't destroy anything in the process, which is always a nice touch.

"Ashikabi-sama." She whispers slowly, a rare smile gracing her lips as she raises a hand to touch them. "My Ashikabi-sama."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." I answer, standing from the couch to offer a hand to her. "Shall we move this to the bedroom?"

Her face brightens up for a moment at my proposal before swiftly falling back to her usual neutral expression -or the best approximation she can manage at the time, at least- and she coughs into her fist. When she gives me an answer, it's in her best cool and aloof voice. "I don't think my legs can take me anywhere right now, Ashikabi-sama."

It's only my long experience reading body language that lets me know she tried to take a step… and failed. "Well now, that problem has an easy solution, doesn't it?"

Her attempts at collecting herself and gathering some dignity crash and burn the moment I take a step towards her. I probably enjoy the process more than I should, the way her face gets progressively redder as I lift her in my arm, but I really can't help myself. I have always enjoyed flustering the cool ones, after all.

Hmmm… I haven't really given a princess carry to anyone in years, but it should be fine. Some things really are like riding a bike.

Kochou doesn't make it easy for me, but I manage to take her to my bedroom without further incident in spite of her best attempts at distracting me along the way. Her Winging opened the floodgates and she's decided to go on the offensive while I have my hands full carrying her, peppering anywhere she can reach with kisses and going through some rather doomed attempts to remove my sweater.

It might've not worked as her overstimulated libido envisioned, but her efforts are still incredibly distracting and they do succeed in working me up. It takes me considerable restraint not to kick the bedroom door open and it certainly gets kicked closed behind us.

… And then I throw her into my bed.

She lands with a surprised gasp and a springy bounce that does… things to her generous assets. Her obi has become loose during her previous bout of passion and can hardly keep her dress closed, much less hold in place those soft and inviting mounds of flesh. Kochou remains still where she landed, lying face up and making bedroom eyes as she waits for my next move.

Explicit content removed from this version of the story. You can still find it in the QQ and AO3 versions.

Time loses significance, thought loses meaning. There's only two bodies with a single need and, for as long as our physical limits allow it, will devote ourselves to fulfilling it.

"I love you, my Ashikabi." She mutters right before falling asleep. "Forever and ever."

… Those words are going to keep stabbing me right through the heart, are they?

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