The Obligatory Onsen Visit: Part III

"Uh, Tsukiumi?" Musubi waved a hand in front of Tsukiumi's face. "Hello?"

"What... What… What trick do my eyes play on me?" Tsukiumi mused aloud as she gawked at the unscrupulous display of vulgarity before her. "Surely they… This cannot…"

"I think we lost her, Musubi," Minato said, approaching the two. "I hope she comes around soon, because-"

"Welp, only one thing to do now!" Matsu cackled as she filled a wooden bucket with water from the spring.

"Matsu, what are you doing with that bucket?" Uzume asked, though seemingly knowing.

"Consider this as revenge for all those times she got us wet."

As she heaved back and threw the water, it looped around in midair right into Matsu's face, knocking her onto her ass and leaving her horrified and disoriented.

"I'm awake, thou knave! Pervert!" Tsukiumi roared. "Just wha-what is happening?! What hast thou done to my husband?! Speak, one of you!"

"Well, you see…" Minato paused, still hard as ever. Tsukiumi had to avert her eyes when she saw it throb. "After you laid into Seo, Kazehana and Uzume kinda dragged me here to catch a ride they missed. You remember, when they woke up naked next to me?"

Tsukiumi's eye twitched.

"After a while," Minato continued, "everyone from the women's onsen got curious and came to search for us… and they found us… How should I say this..."

Uzume came to sit on the bath's edge, brushing her hair to the side. "What our breeding stud here is saying is that a wet, wild, non-stop orgy happened and you missed out completely on getting KUBAR. Tough break."

Kazehana raised an eyebrow at that. "'KUBAR'?"

"The K stands for 'knocked'."

Kazehana and Matsu guffawed, Musubi didn't get it, Yashima turned redder than a radish, but Tsukiumi...

Tsukiumi became enraged, though not over the fact that she missed the orgy. In fact, the mere thought of having a ho-down throwdown with… other… people… besides her destined one disgusted her to her core. It made her skin crawl as if she were neck-deep in a barrel full of leeches.

Minato, failing to read any of that, said to his volatile Sekirei, "Well, she doesn't have to miss out if she doesn't want to. So, would you care to join us, Tsukiumi? Thanks to that thing Matsu gave me, I'm not going anywhere for at least another hour and neither is my-"

"NO!" Tsukiumi stamped her bare foot, then reached for Minato's arm and yanked him behind her. "On the contrary!"

"Wha-? Hey! What are you doing, Tsukiumi?" Uzume protested.

"Yeah, just where are you dragging me off to?" Minato asked, puzzled and still horny.

"Anywhere but here! I shall not stand idly by as these concubines steal my husband yet again, and sooner shall Satan take up ice skating than I lower myself to as shameful a display as the one I see!" She yanked his arm harder. "Now come, Minato!"

Matsu put a hand to her mouth and snickered. "If that's all she wanted…"

"Girl, you need to chill out." Uzume shook her head and leaned back, accentuating her curves. "Just loosen up and have fun with us for once. You might just enjoy yourself."

Tsukiumi felt her stomach churn like disgusting butter. " I would rather die than give myself to anyone other than Minato alone!"

"Hate to break it to you, hun, but that's your problem, not Minato's." Kazehana declared. "Don't take out your insecurities on us. All we're doing is following our hearts with a man we all love. You don't own the guy's balls."

Tsukiumi sighed, unsure what to say other than, "Were that true, as at times I wish so, if my husband paired himself off with such wranglers as thee, I would match my racket to those balls, and by God's grace play a set that would strike his crown into the hazard."

"Your what to the–"

And with that, Minato was led out of the onsen.

...

"WHAT did she say?" Musubi whined, clutching her head. "Rackets and sets and... Nngh, Minato doesn't even play tennis!"

"I just ignored it," Kazehana confessed. "No point in arguing about what I don't understand, you know?"

"Tsukiumi said," Yashima spoke up and explained, "that if she thought she owned Minato like Kazehana said, she'd whack him in the nuts for having sex with someone else."

The dumbfounded expressions were so weighty that they caused such tilted heads as to capsize their owners. Musubi actually did, the fist-type falling over.

"What?" said the outed scholar. "The tennis ball speech from 'King Henry V'. Tsukiumi just borrowed Henry's flex."

Now with the confusion cleared, Uzume went to go get him, but Chiho raised her hand, stopping her.

"No, let them go," Chiho spoke. "She deserves a turn, however she feels comfortable doing so. If she's not comfortable with orgies yet, we should respect that."

"I suppose you're right." Uzume sighed and hung her head, then grinned. "Besides, I doubt she'll be able to outlast him for long, especially since that drug is still in his system."

"How much you want to bet she won't last five minutes with that rager of his?" Kazehana ran her fingers through her hair. "Especially once he finds her favorite position."

"Tsukiumi isn't one to be open about her sexuality, but I say she'll last longer than that, if only because Minato allows it," said Matsu.

"Better yet, which role you think she'll fall into, dominant or submissive?" Kazehana questioned. The other ladies could practically see the mark forming above her head in a manga bubble.

"Ooh, that's a toughy!" Matsu clamored. "I'm willing to bet she's got a thing for being on top of things, if you catch what I'm sayin'. Hehehe."

"Yeah!" Musubi shouted, pumping a fist into the space above her. "The Tsukiumi I know is the strong and strict type! No way she'll let her guard down for even a minute."

Matsu did a 'zzzing' motion over her head with her hand. "Yep, over Mu-chan's head and to the moon goes that one."

"What one?" Musubi asked.

"I don't know guys," Chiho said, shaking her head and blinking a few times. "When I look into her beautiful blue eyes, I see a big softy waiting to be cuddled, and toyed with in ways that hurt oooh so good."

"Really, Chiho?" Yashima asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's the same gut feeling I had with Uzume. She became my plaything the moment I said 'bark like a dog!'"

"Wait, did she actually–"

"Arp! Arp!" Uzume woofed to emphasize this fact, then smiled at everybody. "But don't think I'll play bottom bitch for just anyone."

Kazehana's eyebrows rose along with the corners of her mouth. "Only anyone here, right?"

Uzume splashed some water at her. "No-o!"

The chesty ravenette let the water drip onto her curves, knowing Uzume's eyes would follow the drops down, before turning towards Musubi. "Pass me that toy of yours, would you? I think I should wash it off first."

XXXXX

Meanwhile in a more private bath…

"No don't, Minato!" Tsukiumi moaned, biting her knuckle. "That place is-! Oo! Nnh! 'Tis filthy!"

"Just how I like it." Minato paid no mind to it as he continued to eat her out. Tsukiumi's back was against a waterfall and one of her legs was hoisted up by Minato so he could have easier access to her juicy twat. His tongue slid over her clit and slipped inside along with his finger. The leg that she stood upon twitched with each lap and he ran his hand up the inside, loving every square inch of the hairless silk that wrapped her jiggling thigh meat. He backed off to breathe, but quickly followed up by slipping in now two fingers up her cooze.

"Minato! Must thou be so rough with thy hands?! Ah. Ah!" Her mouth fell slack as she shuddered; Minato just grazed a certain spot inside her.

Minato stood up, still maintaining his fast finger work as he looked Tsukiumi in the eye. "Seriously? You want me to stop? Even after you dragged me all the way here?"

"Nay, I simply– mpf!"

Minato pushed his lips against hers, letting the sex fluids of his volatile wife flood past the gap his tongue made when it slipped between her teeth. Her wings emerged, wrapping against the rocky waterfall behind her as their tongues danced and his fingers sped up further.

He took another breath. "Cum for me, Tsukiumi," he murmured, "and cum hard!"

"Tis so–! Tis all so–! Unf!" Tsukiumi's whole body convulsed as her orgasm squirted around Minato's boreholing fingers. "Hihhhh!" Her pleasure-filled grimace parted when she felt Minato's tongue against her teeth; her eyelids fluttered shut.

Once her orgasm reached its peak, Minato withdrew his hand and let her slide down the wall. His phallus caressed her tail, then her twat, both shaft and head teasing a part of her. A flood of lewd thoughts filled her head as she sank into the water until she was face-to-face with his erection, springing from beneath her left breast.

"Are you tired, Tsukiumi?"

Tsukiumi panted, then scoffed. "Ne'er would I refuse thee, Minato."

"Would you be up for blowing me, if that's the case?"

"'Tis such an unclean act…" Tsukiumi thought aloud. "But…"

"I mean, considering I did it for you, of course. We are in the water, Tsukiumi. And, you are the Water Sekirei." His eyes drifted for a moment and spied Tsukiumi's towel, coiled not three feet away at the edge of the bath. "Besides, that's nothing compared to what unclean things I'm thinking of doing to you."

Tsukiumi continued to stare at his cock, which seemed to have grown even bigger. "What-, What manner of wife wouldst thou make me?"

He smiled mischievously and reached for the towel. "Let's find out."

Tsukiumi blinked and swallowed at the thought of Minato's woman-slaying sword making a sheathe from her throat. "V-... Very well! But please pay mind not to choke me. 'Tis my first time doing such a lewd act, after all."

Minato threw the towel over his shoulder and, with his other hand, cupped the side of Tsukiumi's beautiful face. "Don't sweat it. I won't move at all if that's what worries you."

"Thank thee."

"Well, go on now." Minato slid his hand to her shoulder and gently tugged at her. "Reach out and touch it, Tsukiumi. Those soft hands of yours will feel amazing."

Slowly, she circled her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke from head to base. True to his word, the velvety feel of her palms made Minato shudder.

A moment passed and Tsukiumi asked, "Art thou enjoying this?"

"You're my Sekirei, Tsukiumi, so of course I enjoy it. There's no part of you that I don't love."

Tsukiumi's expression softened and became redder than a rose petal. Feeling a little bolder, Tsukiumi's hand swept beneath his shaft and gently cupped his balls, before running her fingers back up to the head. Her lips hung open in amorous wonder; her pretty blue eyes seemed hypnotized at the motion she was causing in his member.

Minato continued. "But I'd bet yen that it'll feel even better in your mouth."

Tsukiumi gasped slightly; her breath caused the beast in her hand to twitch. "Very well, but thou must warn me when thy climax nears."

Minato chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry, you'll definitely know when I'm at my limit. My orgasms aren't exactly subtle."

"So I see." Tsukiumi's eyes wandered off. "While I... I endeavor to meet my obligation and satisfy thy lust, the thought of swallowing seed, even my husband's..."

"Tsukiumi, look at me." He took his blonde Sekirei's cheeks in his hands and held her in place as he lowered himself down until he was eye-to-eye with her. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything you're uncomfortable with. Don't force yourself to do this just for my sake. We could just lay down and hold hands, and I'd be happy."

He said that, but Tsukiumi's enhanced senses could pick up the quickening heartbeat through his hands. The cursed substance in his blood was winding him up like a clockwork toy soldier, ready to charge unto the breach again.

"You make me happy," he said, pressing his lips to her forehead and smelling her spun-gold locks. "So do whatever makes you feel happy."

"Thy thoughtfulness is appreciated, but at times, gratification is best deferred, not instant. Now, to perform my wifely duty."

Tsukiumi, after a moment of hesitation, started lapping her tongue over the tip. Given how hard he was, precum was inevitable, but she didn't stop. In fact, she stepped it up, circling the top of the head with her tongue.

"Ooh, that's really nice, Tsukiumi."

She pulled away but kept stroking him. "Truly?"

"I sure didn't tell you to stop!" Minato joked.

"Oh! Right! My apologies." She then took a quarter of this length into her mouth and began to suck and roll her tongue around the head's rim, finding that sensitive sweet spot beneath the glans.

"Easy now, Tsukiumi. Take in a little at a time. You don't want to trigger your gag reflex, do you?"

"Worry not, hushband," she declared, voice muffled by the meat in her mouth.

"If you say so–whoa!"

Tsukiumi took him in deeper, her lips sealing like a vacuum. She closed her eyes, focusing all her being on the sense of tasting her beloved husband and Ashikabi with tinges of his clean body wafting her nostrils. They had taken the time to wash off before getting into the nitty gritty, which was a good thing because the smell was overwhelming in the best way possible. She couldn't hold back her desire to copulate with him; it spurred her on, causing her to seize his hips and sway her head back and forth, dragging her lips too and fro. Naughty thoughts began to flood her mind as she fellated her destined one. Hot moans bubbled around the massive thing in her mouth. She was on the verge of absentmindedly fingering herself when Minato gave the signal. What it was she wasn't sure, but she knew well enough to pull her mouth away. Whether that was a bad decision or not didn't matter because the moment she did, his load splattered all over her face. A red tick mark pulsated on her forehead as she ran her fingers through the stuff and flicked it away.

"Sorry Tsukiumi!" Minato panted, his face flushed with post-climactic blood flow. "I was trying to say something to get your attention but you just kinda drifted off there."

"It matters not." She sighed, then out of nowhere pounced on him. "Let us exorcize this lustful demon which Matsu hath loosed upon thee!"

"And... how would you recommend going about that, exactly?" Minato said worriedly. His secret weapon, the towel, had slipped from his shoulder as its many applications had slipped his mind. Tsukiumi's take-no-excuses assertiveness and self-confidence had always been a huge part of what made her so attractive to him, even if she was a little too wound-up at times early on. To see it unleashed while her amazing body was naked and hovering over his dick... It made a complete joke of his best-laid plans. Submissive Tsukiumi was soft clay to an eager artist, waiting to be touched and twisted as he wanted, but Assertive Tsukiumi, the woman who'd basically shotgun-wedded him?

That Tsukiumi, the true Tsukiumi, the one he loved with all his heart, was a rocket ready to launch: no matter where she took him, he'd be seeing stars in no time.

"We must draw the demon out," she said, crawling on top of him and readying herself to descend on his boner. "By any…"

She lowered herself, opening her lower lips with her fingers all the while trying to keep her balance. "Means…"

Then she lost her footing and his whole length plunged inside her.

"AH! Necessary!"

It didn't stay there for long, for Tsukiumi's hips began riding high and low, from tip to base. She spoke of demons but she was already moaning like a woman possessed. "Oooh, oooh! Have at me! Love me! My quim aches for thee, Minato! Unchain thy beast and set it loose upon–gyah!"

Unable to control himself, Minato groped both her ass cheeks tight and began pumping his hips at full speed into her. She fell onto him, her tits contorting as they swabbed against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and they locked lips. Her wings emerged again, curling down to cover their act as a blanket would.

"Tsukiumi, I'm about to–!"

"Do it! Inside!"

Minato didn't even bother to protest. It just felt too damn good. His seed exploded inside her, blasting her womb full.

Tsukiumi screeched, body catapulting back as her orgasm seized her body from out of nowhere. As she fell onto her back, Minato's shaft slipped out, springing back as she collapsed to the floor.

"How was it, Tsukiumi?"

"Amazing…" she said, drooling with labored breaths.

"Ready for round two?"

Tsukiumi blinked in surprise and looked over at Minato. He was holding the towel from before, stretching it like a gym rat.

"Round two?!" she shouted. "But thou has already climaxed twice with me!"

"You mean in addition to the damn near dozen I've had in the last hour alone?"

"Thou art insatiable!" she shrieked.

"Blame Matsu, not me. I was about to call it quits after Chiho, before she came along and forced a drug down my throat."

She began pulling herself to her feet with wobbly knees. "I must try harder then…"

"Perhaps you should leave all the hard work to me, Tsukiumi. You can hardly stand, after all."

"What wouldst thou recommend, then?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"Well…" Minato wrung the white towel in his hand and snapped it a few times. "I have a few ideas…"

Tsukiumi swallowed. "What dost thou plan to do with me?"

XXXXX

A few minutes later, Tsukiumi found herself all tied up, so to speak.

Minato used a multitude of towels to bind her limbs. Now on her knees, with her ankles clasped and her hands behind her back, Tsukiumi couldn't help but squirm a bit.

"Looks like I may have overdone it a little," Minato sighed. "Are you alright, Tsukiumi? Do you want me to loosen the towels?"

"No, ungh, 'tis quite alright," Tsukiumi said, eyes closed in discomfort and embarrassment.

"That's good," Minato said, growing a pervy grin, "because I wasn't going to."

Tsukiumi's eyes fluttered open in surprise. "Dost thou jest?"

"Nope," he replied. "In fact…"

He knelt behind her, grabbing at the knotted towel cuffing her arms, and pulled nice and hard. Tsukiumi bit her lip, moaning as her chest and shoulders were stretched.

"Ha, I knew it. You're a masochistic, perverted little bird, aren't you, Tsukiumi?"

"C-Codswallop! I'll have you- hngh!"

With his other hand, Minato gave her blonde hair a tug. The jolt of her head sent Tsukiumi's thighs and knees all aflutter. Minato leaned into her ear, still holding the bindings firm. "Now I wonder what everyone else would think if they saw you like this?"

Tsukiumi's eyes flashed open again in realization. What if one of them walked in? Her dirty little secret would be blown out of the water, and not just because she was the Water Sekirei. The shame... The abject humiliation...

"Hm?" Minato noticed Tsukiumi's breathing growing heavier. He let go of her hair and let her head loll forward... for about three whole seconds before he dipped his fingers in her honeypot. What he found made him chuckle. The sheer amount of slippery fluid spreading from her loins could've given the BP oil spill a run for its money. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tsukiumi?"

"Please don't draw attention to this, I beg of you!"

"Too late for that now." He nibbled her ear, then his hand began to stroke her pussy, forcing an 'eep' from her. "You're so pretty... And pretty wet. Admit it: the thought of you and me being watched gets you hot."

"I… unfh! Know not what thou speakest of!"

He pulled his hand away, fingers dripping with his wife's juices. "Of course you do, Tsukiumi. You'd love to put on a show for them, wouldn't you? Maybe with some... group participation?"

"I do not!" Tsukiumi protested, starting to struggle against her bindings. "Letting my guard down is embarrassing!"

He went right back to stroking her, this time with even more fervor. "Come on, now. You don't need to lie. Just say it. They aren't here… yet."

"N-never!" To her surprise, she couldn't loosen her wrists and wasn't ready to admit how aroused it made her. "And where didst thou learn such an advanced tie, anyway?!"

"Internet. After our last encounter, I figured I'd do a little bit of research on S&M before our next session." He slowly clasped a hand on her neck, squeezing gently, before sliding it down to her heaving tit. "I'm glad I did."

Bouncing her boob in his hand, Minato loved how animated Tsukiumi was becoming. Even tied up, her hips, legs and shoulders were gyrating with barely-contained sexual need. The fact his fingertips kept wheeling against her G-spot, like pedals on a bicycle, only made it better for them both. Though, Tsukiumi would probably say otherwise.

"So, since they aren't here," he said, kissing her clavicle, "what's something you've always wanted me to do to you? Something you'd only ask if no one would ever find out?"

Tsukiumi was writhing, for sure, but she'd gone limp from the neck-up. Her head lay back on Minato's shoulder, her brilliant blonde hair cascading down his chest. Her gaping mouth gasped incoherent cries of wonderful torment as her husband found that magical spot where her shoulder met her neck.

"I... I couldn't," she finally managed to say.

"I think you could," Minato said, sliding into the role he'd learned from their last naked encounter. His hand returned to her neck. "I am your master, Tsukiumi. Sooner or later, I'll find out. Even if I have to try every filthy act I can think of, one at a time, until I find the one you'll admit to-"

"No!" Tsukiumi's hips bucked. Minato wondered what she'd just imagined. "I'll tell! Please, husband! I'll tell!"

Minato kissed her neck again. "I'm waiting."

Tsukiumi swallowed, Minato feeling her muscles shift. He stopped his fingering (for now) and let her speak.

"I... I wish for thee..."

"M-hm, m-hm." Another kiss on the neck. "Come on."

"I... Heaven help me... I am waspish, Minato. Thou best beware my sting."

"Sting?" Minato said. Though perplexed, he decided to play along. "Like how you stung Seo?"

"With harsh tongue, yes, but who knows not where a wasp wears its sting?"

"In its, uh, abdomen?"

"Aye, in its tail. If thou couldst find where it lies, thy remedy is then... to..." Tsukiumi's whole body seemed to tense before she murmured something.

"What was that, Tsukiumi?" Minato was hoping this roundabout thing she was asking was worth all the subterfuge. If not for Matsu's drug, his stiffy would be half-dead by now.

"...pluck it out," she whispered. "Find where it lies."

"Find where it lies..." Minato parked his chin on her shoulder and ran his hands along her smooth skin, thinking. "So, you want me to pluck out your stinger... Like, with my fingers... After finding where it lies, in your-"

He stopped as the dots finally connected. The biggest, most perverted grin he'd ever made raised his eyes, as his jaw remained seated on her shoulder. "Oh, Tsukiumi..."

"Do not bid me r-repeat myself!"

"Oh, Tsukiumi," he said again, his fingers returning to her dew-laden flower petals before trailing a glistening line around the curve of her thigh. "You ARE perverted."

"I-!" She couldn't speak. She was caught between her pride and her honesty.

Scooting a little to the side, Minato's hand came around the swell of her ass and dove back into her pussy, this time from beneath. "But if THIS was dirty, I mean... Just, wow."

He snaked his head around her shoulder, carefully twisting her body to face him. Now he could see the face she made: tight-lipped, teary-eyed, and cherry red with embarrassment.

"I might never feel clean again," he said, before leaning in to kiss her. Tsukiumi was weeping by the time their lips met, the angry blonde reduced to a whimpering mess as her blue wings emerged. Minato's wrist was tucked between her doughy ass cheeks, viciously teasing her. "But maybe... If it's for you..."

When Minato kissed her again, Tsukiumi orgasmed. By God and angels above, did she ever have an orgasm. Her body seized. Her hips lurched and she furiously squirted her pent-up desires onto the floor. Once, twice, thrice, she couldn't even scream, she was so out of it. The only thing that moved was her cunt, quivering with rapture as it held her body hostage. When it finally freed her, well after the kiss had ended, Tsukiumi's breath was ragged as she gasped and gulped down the air. She slumped against Minato, shivering.

"See Tsukiumi? That wasn't so hard to do, now was it?" Minato grinned. Forcefully, but not too violently, he bent her over until her cheek met the floor. "Now, I think it's high time I stung you back..."

"Minato, what art thou do-OOOO-ING!"

He buried his face deep into her ass cheeks and began motorboating, tongue flicking between her cunt and anus. It came so close to her pulsating hole that several times, Tsukiumi thought he may actually do it. And... by all that was chaste and holy, she wanted it. She was practically ready to beg for it. It was shameful; she ought to have had more self-control. But how could she, with her husband hell-bent on stripping it away?

Said husband backed out to take a quick breath and said, "Only what you wanted, Tsukiumi."

"Tis... so filthy, though! Thou feral- OOOH! OH! OH!"

He slid two fingers halfway inside her butt, sawzawing her sphincter and wiggling them around. Boy did that make her squirm. She was so turned on she was having trouble breathing, reduced to a series of halting gasps.

"Dirty?" he said. "Until you've seen the things Matsu made me do to her back here, you don't know the half of it."

"Do... Do! Not! HUA-AH!" Tsukiumi's hole tightened around Minato's fingers as a delicious deluge of pussy juice squirted out of her.

Minato grinned. "Boy, this stinger of yours must be pretty deep."

Tsukiumi's only reply was a gurgling groan. Her glutes twitched, too.

"But don't worry," he said, running his tongue down that jiggling curve of her ass. "I know it's in here somewhere."

The sudden thrust of his fingers, all the way down to the knuckles, shocked Tsukiumi from her stupor.

"I'm nothing like that bespectacled pervert! My-y rear has never been touched by-..." She swallowed and suppressed a lewd moan. "-by another until now!"

Minato pulled his tongue from her dew-laden labia. "Wait, you mean you've never even used toys before?"

"No!"

For the first time since he tied her up, Minato felt concern for his blonde bondage girl. "Should I stop? Because if it's too intense, I will."

Tsukiumi's brain halted and she fell at a loss for words. All she could do was slump further down in defeat.

Minato started to draw his fingers out. "I'll stop if you don't say anything."

Tsukiumi chewed her lip for a moment and squeaked, "No, please don't stop…"

"Sorry, I can't hear you."

"Please!" She shouted. "Don't stop! Despoil my every orifice!"

"That's a good girl, but I have to ask..." His fingers withdrew to the tips, before he added a third and slowly eased them back in. With his other hand, he tucked Tsukiumi's hair behind her ear so he could look her in the eye when he said, "Are you comfortable with just this, or should I use something bigger?"

Her shock was as hot as he'd hoped. "Bigger?! Like what?"

"Well, what do you think I mean?" Minato slid his cock between her thighs, his shaft pressing firmly to her exposed clit. "Could it be this?"

"I–I can't say!"

"You'd better if you're serious," Minato said, smiling down as he slipped a hand under one of her glorious tits, his other hand replacing its fingers with his thumb so he could grope her back end. "I tried this once before and couldn't get into it. Now I'm all doped up on whatever Matsu gave me, and I have to say, right now, there's nothing I'd love more than to fuck a gorgeous blonde in the ass."

He leaned against her back, forcing it to arc as his sternum pressed against her bound wrists, and murmured, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, my little wasp. Are you really going to pass it up?"

"...No."

Minato rocked his hips, reminding her what had cozied up beneath her. "Tell me what you want me to do with my cock, and be descriptive, please."

"I... I want thou…"

"...Yes?" He began to stir her rectum with his thumb. "Come on."

"I want thou to take-" She gulped. "-thy relentless… hard… throbbing phallus…"

"No no no, you can phrase it much dirtier than that, Tsukiumi." He plunged his thumb fully inside of her, as if giving her a sampler before the main course. "Try again."

"Please, take thy big turgid cock and cram it inside!"

Minato tugged back on her hair. "Inside where?"

"In my rectum!" she desperately shouted.

"Your wish is my command. Just give me a moment to slip on a rubber."

"No! Delay no longer! I want thee raw! I cleaned myself before seeking thee out! Just put it in!"

"Before-?" At that moment, Minato's face began to hurt from all the pervy grinning he'd been doing. "I guess if you want it that bad..."

"I do!" Tsukiumi couldn't keep still. Everything below her waist was quivering, flexing, or both. "Minato! Please! Take me! Tame me!"

Gripping his stiff man meat, dripping with Tsukiumi's homemade lube, Minato lined up the head with her twitching butthole and began to press the tip in.

"Please, be gentle with me… 'Tis my first time doing such an unclean act…"

He leaned forward and kissed her neck before resting his head on the small of her back. "You have nothing to worry about Tsukiumi. I wouldn't dream of doing something that would harm you. Just tell me if it becomes too much and I'll stop."

"Truly?"

"Of course. Let's come up with a safe word. How about…"

"Husband."

"What's wrong?"

"No, that's what I wish the safe word to be. Dost thou object?"

"Not at all. In fact, I think it's perfect. Now, let's get this show on the road."

Straightening himself and gripping his dick once more, Minato pressed the head against her needy hole and began to make slow swirling motions.

"Ungh! D–Don't tease me!"

"You're so cute when you beg."

Tsukiumi's eyes widened as her husband began to slowly force the tip inside. "It's…it's going in!"

"I have to admit," Minato grunted, "your ass is making it hard to go slowly. Awesome, isn't it?"

"It's so thick!"

"Damn right. Does it hurt at all?"

Tsukiumi bit her lip and moaned before gasping, "It... Such a wonderful balance of pain and pleasure... I-I must have more, Minato! Please, venture forth!"

And he did, his restraint disintegrating with every inch. By the time he was halfway in, figuring his wife could take it, he buried the rest inside of her. Tsukiumi came so suddenly that her scream forced him to cover her mouth, which only drove her climax higher. So much, in fact, that she squeezed a heaping helping of cum from him, too. The slutty moans that would've come from her mouth would've kept her up at night, had Minato's hand not stifled them. Soon she wound down again, twitching with leftover ecstasy from the hot load he'd pumped inside her.

"So... So... So much," she stammered. None of his seed escaped; she was too tightly wrapped around him, too greedy. Even as he softened, her quivering insides rapidly returned him to full mast. "More... Please, tell me thou hast more."

"I have a better idea, Tsukiumi." Grabbing her hips, he walked her forward until her legs were at a perfect 90-degree angle, then slowly drew back his cock. "Your turn."

"Wh-What? Ah!"

He playfully swatted her thigh. "You wanted it, now be a good girl and work for it. Put these Sekirei legs and childbearing hips-"

That tore it. As soon as he said "childbearing", that was it. Tsukiumi was off the chain.

Like a good little slave pet, she began to slam her hips back into his, gasping and sighing with ecstasy as Minato's erection came roaring back in her rear end. Every meaty slap of her generous tush against his pelvis sent ripples through her legs. It was rapidly becoming all she was aware of: her Minato, his cock, and the effect it was having on her body. Her cheeks were red, both from embarrassment and determination: the determination to siphon every last ounce of jizz from her husband's genitals.

"That's right, Tsukiumi! Work those hips! Fuck, you're amazing!"

Tsukiumi could barely hear him. Ass up, face down, hands bound, her cheek pressed to the ground... Her mind was going as white as the cum she craved. "Oh, Minato. Let... Ah...! Lust...!"

*WHAP!*

Tsukiumi let out a surprised shriek as Minato slapped her right ass cheek as hard as he could. It sent a jolt through her spine that made her whole body tingle with electricity. Then it burst from her pussy in another orgasm.

"Less lip, more hip," he scolded her. Such wonderful, stinging agony; she couldn't get enough of it. His tongue, his cock, his hands, everything he did had her seeing stars.

He gave a few more slaps before sliding his hands from her butt-dimples, up her back past her shoulders and to the nape of her neck. He curled his fingers around her throat and started to put on some pressure as he pulled back, making her curl like a shrimp. His hips continued to buck at a 45-degree angle, making her pupils turn into pink hearts and sending her pumping into the air with her tongue flopping every which way in bliss.

"If the others could see you now," Minato grunted arrogantly. "They'd never let you live it down. Because you're a dirty, dirty girl, Tsukiumi."

"NNNN-!" She came again, unable to cry her denial. "AAAH!" Then again soon after. The shame of cumming from shame was looping back on itself.

"That's right, you're MY dirty girl," he told her. As her sphincter was mashed into jelly by Minato's god-like meat hammer, he shouted, "So I'm cumming inside you! I'll fill your ass with so much cum you'll NEVER live it down!"

Like a psychic whetstone, his words sharpened her thoughts. "Thy heat... Minato... Stain me forever! Spoil my lowly cavity with thy seed!" she screamed. "Oh, heavens above! I'm going to-! To aaaAAHHH MINATOOO!~!"

In moments both of them were seeing white, their orgasms shared at once like a train going off the rails at max speed. One of Minato's hands slipped to scratch at her back, it was so intense; Tsukiumi's naughty ass was getting his biggest load of the day. Both lovers haltingly lurched upright until they were pressed against each other, feeling the other spasm with each new rope he shot inside her.

When the thunder in their veins had quieted, Minato and Tsukiumi remained upright, swaying like trees in the wind. As Minato loosened his grip on her neck, Tsukiumi fell forward onto her face, spent with saliva oozing from her mouth. The hearts in her eyes were half-covered. Her breathing was quick; she sounded like an Olympic sprinter post-match. Minato collapsed, too, on top of Tsukiumi, breathing in time with his beautiful blonde Sekirei. Sweat dripped off his body and onto hers, his lust finally satisfied.

Minato circled his arms around her waist and held her close, nuzzling his cheek to the small of her back. "So, how was that, Tsukiumi?" he asked.

Tsukiumi's eyes slowly closed, then opened again. Her neck stretched like a waking cat. "Like... Haaah... Like nothing I'd ever dreamed." His dick slipped out of her as her hips pitched sideways and sank. "Thank you, husband."

"Safeword, eh?" All the non-stop sex was starting to catch up to him. "I assume a third round would be out of the question then?"

"For now, at least." she sighed with a labored wind. Completing her half-turn, Tsukiumi was left looking up at Minato, her stomach and breasts moving with every tired breath. "Couldst thou release my binds? My aches and veins cry out for the water."

Minato was about to ask why, if she wanted to be untied, had she rolled onto her back and made it harder. But then, he realized how he'd have to solve this. First, he undid the towel around her ankles, so he could spread her beautiful legs apart. Then, with his last reservoir of strength (boy, would he need to stretch when they got back), Minato took her by the waist, pulled Tsukiumi up, and seated her on his thighs. He wasn't horny anymore, he didn't have the energy even with the drug still running wild in his loins. But, as he reached around and started fiddling with the towel, he was reminded of how much he loved touching her: his chest to her pillowy breasts, his thighs to her own, his shoulder to her chin as she rested her head on him. He squeezed her a little closer as he mentally navigated the knot he'd tied.

"You got it."

The towel slipped away and Tsukiumi arched her back, stretching her arms and rolling them around. If he wasn't so spent, Minato probably would've scooped her up and taken her again, lotus-style. Tsukiumi seemed to think the same, for she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. Once the kiss was finished, the two of them skinny-dipped into the hot spring. He put his arm around Tsukiumi, holding her close as the both of them tuned out the rest of the world, their wild night finally over.

...unaware that they'd been watched by Uzume's perverted Ashikabi.

Chiho grinned and spoke to herself. "I knew it." Before walking back to the other bath.

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Meanwhile at Maison Izumo…

It was at the dead of night, and the landlady was sitting on her back porch with Kusano, watching the lightning bugs flicker about the garden.

"My, they've been gone for quite a while." Miya mused aloud, looking up at the moon. "They must all be having such fun. Ah, young love."

The landlady then heard the doorbell ring. "Now who could be visiting at this hour?" she thought as she got up to go answer it. But then, she remembered Minato and Musubi first dropping in (quite literally) at a similar hour.

To her surprise, it was Yume.

"Yume?"

The Sekirei of Fate seemed agitated. Humans wouldn't have spotted it. The tells were in her body language, like her shifting of weight from foot to foot. Yume only did that when she anticipated battle. Even after all this time, Miya knew her well. It had come as no surprise when Minaka chose Yume to lead the Discipline Squad.

"It's been a long time, Miya. May I come in? We need to talk."

…

"I see." Miya set her cup of tea on its saucer following a light sip. "So, you would like me to keep Karasuba's blade for... however long you need me to."

"Yes. She hasn't been acting quite herself lately, and I'm afraid of letting my eyes off of it for even a second. You're the only one I trust to keep it out of her hands."

"Hmm," Miya hummed, taking another sip. "'Not quite herself lately'? In what regard?"

"She tried molesting me the other day."

Miya blinked. It was the only slip in her ladylike demeanor. "I see. That doesn't sound like her at all."

"I don't know for sure what's causing this sudden shift in her personality, but something tells me it has to do with her Ashikabi being so close to death. Her strength is gone because of it, but from what the doctors say he'll be back on his feet soon. I need to make sure she doesn't have access to it once her powers re-emerge. So, will you do it, Miya?"

"I need to think about it. If Karasuba comes searching for her weapon, wouldn't that put my tenants in danger?"

"They're already in danger with only me holding onto it, but not if she has to get through you to get it. Look I just need you to hold onto it until the next stage begins. Can you please help me?"

"Only until the next stage?" Miya closed her eyes and sighed. "Very well, but how do you plan to give it back once that happens?"

"I don't know yet. I'm not sure what the next stage has in store for us. All I know is that her sword gives Minaka an iron grip on doing whatever he wants. I need to prevent as much collateral damage as possible; keeping the sword deals a huge blow to whatever his plans are."

"I see. But what's stopping her from just getting another sword to replace it?"

"Minaka banned sales of genuine bladed weaponry when the plan started so weapon-types would take better care of their gear, so we won't need to worry about her buying one."

"And if Minaka decides to have a new one forged for her?"

"Forging one will take a lot of time, longer than it'll take for the next stage to begin. I've seen how impulsive he's become. He'd rather Karasuba do something to make his sick game more 'exciting'. No, he won't bother. All we need to do until then is hope her Ashikabi doesn't wake up…"

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MBI Tower: ICU

Benitsubasa lay next to Natsuo as he continued his never-ending sleep. She had her arm and leg thrown over him as if they had just made love. However, just as she was about to join him in a world without dreams, his eyes began to crack open…

Natsuo was back.

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A/N: And with that, we end the onsen trilogy. It's been a real pleasure writing it and I must thank Ikrani again for being an excellent editor and simply just a guy I can just bounce ideas off of.

Next time we dive head first into the bridge escape. I won't give spoilers for what I have planned for it, but what I can say is expect it to be a lot different from how canon played out.

Till next time.