A/N: Bit short, but I hope some Hanazuki x Kawakaze lewds are appreciated~

Do enjoy~

Heat Treatment

It was quite a surprise when the Commander was called back by HQ to attend an important meeting.

So much of a surprise, in fact, that the Commander had less than a few hours to gather his stuff, shove it in a suitcase and kiss his wives goodbye before he had to catch his car and be driven halfway across the country to attend – and, due to the complexity of the meeting, would be there for close to a week. All of which happened a mere day before his wives, all of whom had fox traits, went into their yearly heat cycle.

Something that Hanazuki felt particularly acutely, whimpering to herself as she tossed and turned in her futon. The sheets were a mess, clinging to her burning-hot body and getting tangled around her ankles – only worsened when she tried to free them by kicking her feet. Her tail swept over her thighs to try and alleviate the itching that crawled over her skin but it did little to help her fever-like symptoms. The cure of which was currently away at a meeting half a country away.

''Mn...'' Hanazuki turned over onto her back, panting despite having done nothing. ''Uu...''

She squirmed, her pussy aching for her touch and prompting her to grope her sex through her pyjama bottoms, the fluffy material damp with her want. She shuddered, her middle finger pressing down and rubbing back-and-forth, but the little bit of friction wasn't enough – but she knew even if she shoved three fingers up to the knuckle it wouldn't be enough. Masturbation never was when it came to heat cycles; it needed another.

After another minute of tossing-and-turning Hanazuki threw the bed covers off with a groan, sitting up. The cold air of her bedroom felt a little better against her skin but it wasn't nearly enough to keep her heat at bay. Thus with a sigh she rose to her feet, the sleepiness that had weighed over her replaced by a need for something to alleviate her of the itching between her legs. Frankly she would take the corner of a table if needed; she just wanted something.

Biting her bottom lip Hanazuki wandered over to her bedroom door, the gentle click of the handle the only noise around as she stepped into the corridor outside. The home she shared with the Commander and his many other wives felt still at this time of night, completely unlit and with only the moonlight pouring through the windows to illuminate the corridor, guiding her path down towards the dining room. With every step though the fabric of her pyjamas dug in and rubbed against her pussy, making her grope at her own crotch in some feeble attempt at softening the itch. It didn't work.

Just as she was about to walk into the kitchen, however, a door to her left opened – and from it, Kawakaze poked her head out.

''Ah. You're awake.'' Kawakaze murmured, then glanced down.

Hanazuki squeaked and let go of her crotch. ''S-Sorry, just um...''

''Mm.'' Kawakaze hummed, understanding in her eyes – her own fox ears twitching slightly.

Hanazuki smiled and dipped her head slightly in thanks. Though Kawakaze had been a bit cold when they had first met so many years ago, she could see how much of a change the Commander's heart had done – transforming Kawakaze from the cold guardian of Nagato to the warm, if reserved girl that protected all she cared for. That, and he also played a big hand in bringing out her softer side, be it encouraging her to do more calligraphy or taking the time to get her to relax.

Hanazuki herself had grown close to her as well, due to them both being wives of the same man they loved, and though at first there had been a bit of jealousy here and some neediness there, they had mostly overcome that part of their relationship. Sharing was caring, as Hanazuki liked to think, and the Commander hadn't proven that philosophy wrong yet. His heart was big enough for them all – and their tails. Sometimes she wondered, ruefully, if he married them just to fluff and brush their tails every morning.

Hanazuki shook off her thoughts then. ''Sorry for disturbing you.''

''No, it's fine. I couldn't sleep either. '' Kawakaze murmured, glancing behind herself.

''Ah... same problem, huh?''

''Indeed.''

A brief silence followed, broken only when Hanazuki slowly gulped. ''Well... um, h-how would you feel if we... helped each other?''

Her cheeks burned as she spoke and by the time she finished she almost wanted to retract her offer, flustered she'd even made it – blaming her heated mind for doing it – but before she could, Kawakaze responded.

''...sure.'' Kawakaze whispered, cheeks pink in the faint light as she stepped to one side, her door opening in full. ''Come in.''

Hanazuki swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. ''T... Thank you.''

With shy, shuffling steps Hanazuki crept into her fellow wife's room. She'd seen it many times before but in the dark it seemed a little more intimidating, perhaps in part due to the situation she'd talked herself into. However any such worries were eased as Kawakaze came up to her side, taking Hanazuki's left hand in her right and guiding her over to the centre of the room where her futon laid, a good distance between it and any other bits of furniture, the floor spotless and free of trip hazards. In the dim light there was little to be seen anyway though, leaving Hanazuki to trust Kawakaze's judgement.

Eventually though she was able to make out the futon in the middle of the room, the white sheets distinct against the brown wooden floors. Kawakaze knelt down upon it by the pillows and Hanazuki sat down across from her on her knees, anxiety twisting in her stomach as she let go of Kawakaze's hands – her mind racing a million miles a minute. What should she do, or say? She normally let the Commander take the reins when they did the deed, she wasn't the assertive one and when she was, it was only at his encouragement.

Kawakaze shifted closer then. In the dim light her face was hard to read in detail but she could make out enough to see the slight hesitance in Kawakaze's features, prompting Hanazuki to speak up. ''Um... can you take the lead...?''

''...sure...'' Kawakaze murmured back.

Breath tickled her face, distance became null and void – and then Kawakaze's lips were on hers. Hanazuki shivered, a little shy moan passing her lips as she started to reciprocate, the fire in her loins flaring hotter as she started making out with Kawakaze. The bolder fox-girl slipped her hands up to her pyjama shirt and slowly started to unbutton it, undoing the buttons one at a time as they smacked lips until finally she got her pink pyjama shirt fully undone, allowing it to slip apart and reveal her breasts.

Hanazuki blushed at that, pulling back. Though she wasn't small in the chest department that didn't mean she wasn't self-conscious of her bust size, but Kawakaze was swift to distract her from such embarrassment – namely by groping both of her breasts. The sensation of her slender fingers sinking into her breasts made Hanazuki mewl, a little shiver jolting through her as Kawakaze rubbed at her nipples, teasing a wobbly moan from her lips.

''A-Ahn... Kawa...'' Hanazuki slurred her name a bit in the heat of it – but when she noticed Kawakaze blush, she dared to repeat it. ''...can I call you Kawa?''

''Yes.'' Kawakaze whispered back.

Any further conversation was silenced as Kawakaze reclaimed her lips in another, more heated kiss, eliciting a muffled moan from Hanazuki as the pink-haired girl reciprocated. The mere act felt so lewd it got her all hot and bothered, not helped by the hands that gently groped at her chest. It felt so strange to have someone that wasn't the Commander do it – his hands were big, strong, but Kawakaze's were slender and slightly calloused, yet retained their delicateness. And with every grope Hanazuki got to feel those lovely fingers heft her tits about, teasing more moans of pleasure out of her throat.

Then Kawakaze stopped, sliding her hands down to her sides and stroking them. Hanazuki whimpered and when Kawakaze nudged her she obeyed, laying down upon the futon and immediately feeling Kawakaze's fingers hook into her pyjama bottoms, sliding her full-length pyjama bottoms down and revealing her damp slit to her fellow fox-girl, no panties or anything to hide it.

''S-Sorry.'' Hanazuki mumbled shyly.

''It's alright.'' Kawakaze gained a small smile, removing the garments and gently pushing her thighs apart. ''...I've not done this before, so forgive my inexperience...''

''Oh, i-it's fin- mm~!''

A sharp, pleasure-filled moan fled Hanazuki's lips as Kawakaze's tongue slid along her pussy, tasting her dampness and igniting her hypersensitive nerves. It took a conscious effort not to writhe in bliss; a task made much harder as Kawakaze tentatively licked her slit again. Her tongue felt smaller than the Commander's own but moved with a more instinctual tempo, knowing where to lick to make Hanazuki gasp and whimper the most, her slender body twitching and shuddering against the futon.

The pink-haired fox whimpered as Kawakaze only got more into it – licks evolving into longer, slower strokes that teased her slit relentlessly, every nerve ignited by Kawakaze's rough tongue. Doubly so when Kawakaze ran her palms along her thighs and pushed them apart, enabling her to eat Hanazuki out all the easier; tongue going higher and licking feverishly at her clit, unheeding of how Hanazuki slapped a hand over her mouth and squealed into it, pleasure jerking through her limbs.

''M-Mn! K-Kawa- nn!''

The guardian fox just blushed, staring up at Hanazuki and meeting her gaze, the latter's heaving breasts occasionally blocking their gazes for a moment. However without hesitation Kawakaze kept up the assault, bringing her right hand over and teasing her entrance with two fingers before smoothly sliding them inside, starting to pump them in-and-out to the tune of Hanazuki's staggered moans.

''Ah, mn~!'' Curling her toes Hanazuki tossed her head this way and that, pleasure jolting through her crotch hotter than her own fingers could even grant her. ''Yes, that's it...!''

It was like an itch finally being scratched, only instead of an itch it was sore spot that was being given the most tender, soothing rubs in existence, her mind simultaneously electric yet melting under the weight of such pleasure. Kawakaze only got more into it as well as she surrendered to her own heat, little mumbles and hums escaping her as she licked with more fervour; sometimes just burying her nose into her crotch and inhaling her scent before going back to attacking her clit with quick licks.

All whilst she kept jamming her fingers inside of Hanazuki's delicate pussy – the slim digits thrusting in up to the knuckle before twisting about or scissoring apart, the constant motions eliciting gasps and whimpers from Hanazuki in equal measure, her back becoming tense as a fiery, explosive heat built within her loins, the orgasm she'd been denied for so long finally coming. Her breathing hastened with excitement and her mewls took on a higher, more vocal pitch, happiness bringing a smile to her lips as she felt Kawakaze's tongue lap at her slit without relent.

''Mn! Y-Yes!'' Hanazuki cried out. ''I-I'm almost there!''

Kawakaze ate her out with more enthusiasm at that, tongue in constant motion and fingers jamming into her innermost parts, creating a slew of wet sounds that just fuelled Hanazuki's mounting orgasm. Her thighs drew taut and her heels dug into the futon, her hands grasped at the pillows and pulled them tight, her fingers getting lost amidst the material as she gripped it, a deep heat surging out from her depths-

-until with a sharp scream Hanazuki threw her head back and orgasmed. Kawakaze's lips were against hers nary a second later – the kiss rough, messy, heated, and with scrambling hands Hanazuki grabbed onto Kawakaze and pulled her close – her thighs wrapping around the swordswoman's hand as she came on her fingers, humping them for dear life as she mashed lips with her fellow wife, her mind utterly purged of all thought as she came.

How much time passed she wasn't sure. Maybe it was just a few seconds, maybe even a full minute, but eventually the tension left her muscles and Hanazuki flopped back onto the bed with a staggered moan – eyes open but unseeing for several seconds. Eventually she blinked and her ears twitched, remembering how to function and remembering all that happened in the last minute, bringing a hot blush to her cheeks.

But at least now, with an orgasm flushing the horniness from her mind, she could actually think.

''Ah,.. that was amazing...'' Hanazuki breathed, giggling slightly as she sat up – finding Kawakaze just ahead of her, kneeling. ''Thank you...''

Hanazuki's words slowed as she caught a glint upon Kawakaze's back. ''Y-You're bleeding! I'm sorry, did I scratch too hard? I-I didn't think I still had nails sharp enough to- eep!''

Right when Hanazuki was about to try and grab something to dab away the blood Kawakaze suddenly lunged, pushing her back down onto the futon. Hanazuki squeaked in shock and gazed up at the swordswoman, her cheeks afire as she noticed the particularly intense gaze Kawakaze fixed her with – her breathing heavy, and not from exertion. She was a fox too, and also in heat... and Hanazuki had gotten her to eat her out.

''Hanazuki...'' Kawakaze murmured her name but her tone, the deepness of it, sent pleasant shivers through the pink-haired Destroyer. ''Help me.''

Hanazuki whimpered as Kawakaze pushed her face into the crook of her neck, inhaling Hanazuki's scent while at the same time reaching down and guiding Hanazuki's right hand between her legs, allowing the pink-haired girl to feel the other fox's wetness. With a demure mumble Hanazuki complied and started to rub; fingers moving in slow side-to-side motions and earning a shuddering groan from Kawakaze herself – the swordswoman leaning over her on all fours.

She seemed intent on fixing that though, practically pressing herself down against Hanazuki and rubbing against her – every inch of skin contact turning Kawakaze on more. Hanazuki allowed it though and with a soothing murmur she continued rubbing the other girl off, soon easing a finger inside of Kawakaze and pumping that digit into her – quick back-forth motions making her thighs quake, the slightest amount of pleasure enough in her heat-riddled state.

''Yes, that's it.'' Kawakaze rasped into her neck, fangs brushing over her jugular.

Hanazuki whimpered, a little intimidated yet undeniably turned on by this side of Kawakaze, wondering in the back of her mind if the Commander had to deal with her like this... and, upon recalling the many scratches the Commander sometimes had on his back, assumed that it was entirely likely that he did. However she pushed such thoughts of her husband out of her mind and slid a second delicate finger inside of Kawakaze, pumping it inside and easily coaxing grunts and groans out of her friend and fellow wife, her digits quickly becoming soaked with Kawakaze's honey.

Emboldened by that she pumped her fingers in with more confidence, practically sliding them into her gripping heat and running a thumb over her clit, teasing laboured moans out of Kawakaze. Every exhale washed over her neck and every moan tickled her ear, causing Hanazuki to blush a deep scarlet – yet despite her embarrassment excitement persisted in her gut, an eager sort of feeling welling up within her as she got more into it, burying her digits up to the knuckles inside of Kawakaze.

''Nn...! Yes...!'' Kawakaze hissed, pulling back long enough to look her in the eye.

Then their lips crashed together in a rough, passionate kiss. Hanazuki reciprocated without even thinking, a moan shared between their mashing lips as she fingered the fox-girl atop her, peripherally aware of how Kawakaze's tail swished about before soon curling around her wrist, keeping it where it was. Hanazuki responded by rubbing her clit more, coaxing stilted moans out of her partner and hugging her close with her other arm, feeling the shudders that travelled through Kawakaze's frame.

''I-It's okay, you can cum when you want to...'' Hanazuki shyly mumbled out, kissing Kawakaze's shoulder. ''I-I hope my fingers feel good.''

Kawakaze tried to say something but all that came out was a horny groan, her legs trembling under her own weight and her stomach sucked in as she drew a tight breath – until at last they gave out as Kawakaze orgasmed. She didn't scream, didn't cry out, but instead just convulsed in silent ecstasy as she came, soaking Hanazuki's fingers even as the Destroyer kept finger-fucking her, dragging out her intense orgasm for as long as humanly possible.

Eventually though the intense rush waned, then ceased altogether as Kawakaze slumped against her more demure companion, both of them panting heavily from the ordeal.

''D-Do you... feel better?'' Hanazuki tentatively asked.

''A bit.'' Kawakaze murmured back, managing to prop herself up and look down at her. ''...you?''

Hanazuki felt a throb between her legs, an ache.

She swallowed. ''...n-not yet.''

''Then... let us continue.''

Any protests she had melted away in a flash as Kawakaze kissed her, both of them moaning into it as the night carried on.

X-x-X

''Mn...''

Hanazuki woke up slowly, her eyelids heavy and her thoughts slow. Her body felt hot, not in an intolerable way but a stuffy, sweaty way, making her shift and stir beneath the thick quilt over her. She tried to crack her eyes open but could barely manage that, the dim morning light that greeted her somehow overpoweringly bright.

Up until, with a groan, the Destroyer pushed herself up into a sitting position. Immediately it became easier to open her eyes and the Destroyer dopily looked about, one fox ear twitching even as her tail started to twitch and shift behind her, working out the stiffness that had accumulated. Moving it like it was a third limb she rubbed it over her sides and lower back, fanning herself almost with her fluffy tail and cooling herself slightly.

Until a groggy moan made her snap to attention, warmth flushing her cheeks as she found a sleeping Kawakaze by her side. Immediately she remembered what happened the previous night, of the taste of Kawakaze on her tongue, of the fingers that entered her – all of it flooding her nerves like a distant aftershock.

''Oh dear...'' Hanazuki bashfully fidgeted, looking around as if to find help waiting for her.

And when none came Hanazuki bit her lip... before gently laying back down next to Kawakaze. 'I-It's probably best if she finds me next to her, so she doesn't get the wrong impression...'

After a moment she pulled Kawakaze's head into her breasts, smiling embarrassedly when Kawakaze unconsciously pushed her cheek against them, one fox ear twitching cutely in her sleep.

'...hehe, maybe... maybe more of this is fine, while the Commander is away...'

It would be several more days before the Commander returned, and when he did he came back to a home of horny, loving foxes.

[END]