Most of our first lemon lies ahead. Not that this one is being cut short or anything, just that 'the morning after' will be in the next chapter, and will also be a similar kind of fun.

But of course, this chapter is being released on Halloween, so… let's just say there's a good reason for that.

Kazehana was feeling on top of the world, and not just because she was making her way to the penthouse floor at the top of one of the tallest buildings in northern Shin Tokyo.

No, it was because of what she, or rather they were going to do there.

All night.

In multiple positions.

… It was taking a lot of willpower not to drag Minato into a side hallway so they could start early.

A stray thought left her chuckling- she'd put in a lot of work to be nice and flexible for a night like this, but she was definitely the less bendable out of the two of them.

Bones weren't optional for her, after all.

Arm in arm with her man, just a little bit buzzed (enough to have gotten to enjoy her drink without missing anything of what came next), Kazehana glanced at the human couple further down the hallway with good cheer.

Another couple arm in arm, heading for a good time as well, she suspected.

They looked cute together, and she wished them well while she had leeway left to think about anything else that wasn't her, and Minato, on a bed without a stitch of clothing between them.

Minato had been quiet, but she could feel his love and his warmth so it was hard to mind-

Kazehana looked up at him and found cold dark eyes, laser-focused on the humans down the hall.

"... Honey?"

Minato was a little annoyed.

It was Kazehana's night, but he knew she wouldn't want him to prioritize her current happiness over the safety of innocent people.

Like the safety of the drunken couple up ahead- where at least the woman and possibly the man would be dead by the end of the night if nothing was done.

It was also sort of his job, but his job was certainly less important than Kazehana.

Sighing internally, Minato resolved himself to kill the Intruder down the hall, just as Kazehana spoke up.

"... Honey?"

"Kazehana, follow my lead and don't ask questions until we're done, please." He instructed quietly, feeling Kazehana's body go rigid against him. "If we miss the timing, at least one of those humans won't survive the night."

Kazehana relaxed outwardly, even as her focus seemed to sharpen internally.

"I love a man who knows when to lead." It sounded flirtatious, but he understood it for the… truthful misdirection that it was?

Calmly, Minato used his free (visible) arm to pull out his phone and dial without looking.

Kazehana's eyebrow lifted slightly, but she remained silent as Minato said into the phone "there's no way to know how the night will turn out, so expect delays."

Kazehana seemed to catch a hint, so his follow through didn't seem to surprise her.

"Whole floor, 20 minutes. I'll deal with the Intruder and handle the cleanup."

Minato felt the subtle sense of anonymity that followed every electronic 'eye' in the hall being briefly blinded.

"Cameras are down." Minato said softly, "Kazehana, I need you to knock the woman out and get her out of the way, as quickly and painlessly as you can."

"... Understood- ooh~!"

Minato scooped her up into his arms, Kazehana began chuckling happily as Minato 'hurried them along' in a way that had their targets looking back to grin.

The distance shrunk as he carried the laughing Kazehana along, and the humans laughed as well as they made way by moving to one side of the corridor-

"Now."

The wind flared, and Kazehana was out of his arms, embracing the woman from behind as she 'accidentally' separated the young couple. The man gave a startled, but not unamused laugh at the two women's antics.

Drunk or not, if he'd known there'd been a monster at his back, he wouldn't have been nearly so agreeable.

Sudden changes in air pressure could make people pass out- not all that uncommon when planes took off, at least for humans.

Kazehana did just that to the woman- a brief instant to rob the young woman of consciousness before they were both back and away, behind her Ashikabi.

Her trajectory gave her a clear view of her Ashikabi's upper body rupturing from the ribcage up in a violent burst of color, a deluge of gooey midnight tinged with a hint of blue.

The wriggling flood that surged through the air resembled something like an angry swarm of fat, muddy snakes, bursting forward and then arcing down as they struck in unison.

The target was the man's shadow, and the thing the biting tendrils hauled out of it was flailing in a silence both disturbing and desperate in nature as it was dragged up into the air above their heads.

Had the encounter occurred some months prior, she would have only been able to call it a monster- static in a human shape, all thin and thrashing and shit did looking at it hurt her brain-

As if her brain had forcibly scrubbed out the presence of the unnamable from her memory, the moment Kazehana averted her gaze, she couldn't remember a thing about what the 'intruder' looked like.

Her body presented as a shield for the far more frail woman in her arms, Kazehana instead focussed her gaze upon the thrashing shadows upon the wall.

She was honestly at a loss for how she might have helped her man had he needed it, but it was a moot point, in the end. Though even the color of their enemy's shadow was wrong, it served it little as the dark jaws of her monster ripped and tore and pulled.

Perhaps it should not have been comforting, but Kazehana didn't care as she felt the dark emotions seeping through their Bond to coil around her, like an acidic barrier between her and their strange foe. Her monster wasn't messing around, and his aggression had spiked sharply the moment she'd been forced to turn away.

Malice.

Indignation.

Both underscored by a fretful current, faint but ever present as he worried over her even as he killed for her.

That feeling served to mark the first, and the last sound Kazehana would hear the doomed oddity make. In a sound that made her imagine glass shattering underwater, the greater oddity ripped apart the lesser, guzzling it down in a bloodless display of brutality.

Minato flowed back into himself again, the man caught in his arms when he flopped like a puppet with its strings cut. But even then, Minato's flat dark eyes immediately turned her way, the shift in focus making his priorities blatant.

Not quite aware of how appreciated his attention was, Minato rifled through the man's pockets without 'looking' until he'd found a key card.

"... They'll be alright, I think." Minato assured her softly, continuing to peer at her carefully. "Let's get them to their room."

"... Alright." Kazehana wasn't feeling the buzz anymore- the excitement had burned off the edge and her racing thoughts had outpaced the rest.

More than a few questions and connections were starting to click into place, but, at least until the cleanup was done, Kazehana settled for giving voice to just one.

"Was this how you 'dealt' with that Sekirei, in the maze?"

"No," Minato replied without turning, as he dragged away the man he'd saved. "I had a bit of a grudge against her."

… Kazehana didn't speak another word until they'd found the room they were looking for.

The woman should have woken up before they got her to her room, fainting spells didn't last long, at least not the way Kazehana made them happen.

But Minato had whispered something in her ear, and that had caused the woman to fall into a deep, pleasant slumber.

It reminded Kazehana that her knowledge of what her Ashikabi could do (and what he was) only scratched the surface.

"- They'll sleep peacefully, wake up in one another's arms, and likely assume they had a great night together, since they won't be hungover." Minato softly relayed, as they finished tucking the couple into bed.

He'd set the scene with swift and notably practiced motions. He'd scattered their shoes and dropped their outer layers on the floor to seem hastily discarded, and arranged half-empty wine bottles in a way that made it seem as if only dumb luck had kept them from spilling.

"Is that guy going to be alright?" Kazehana quietly asked as they left the hotel room. "You did pull an… 'intruder' as you put it, out of his shadow. For that matter, what was that thing?"

Knowing the building as well as she did, she was aware the hallway cameras had no audio (thanks to Matsu), and they were the only ones around on their way to the penthouse.

So no problem asking questions before they made it there.

"It had… taken a bit from him," Minato said, "but I don't think he's in any danger, and if anything his condition should improve over the next few days. As for what that creature was, I don't really know. I just call anything like that an Intruder."

"Blanket term?"

"Yes. Intruders are just the name I have for anything alien to the Earth that isn't like us."

Kazehana took note that he'd drawn a clear line, and was pleased that the two of them seemed to be on the same side of it.

"Like us, as in yourself or Sekirei?"

Minato nodded.

"I may be a monster, but I'm doing what I can to properly live as a part of this world, just like you girls are." Minato explained. "Intruders are anything that comes to this world looking only to take something from it, regardless of how long they stay."

Minato tilted his head suddenly.

"Come to think of it, maybe Miya is the reason that all our Intruders are little." He guessed. "They'd either have to be big enough to challenge her, or small enough to slip beneath her notice from far away."

"... Your habit of saying ridiculous things like they're sidenotes isn't going anywhere, is it?" Kazehana decided that Miya wasn't her Ashikabi, and so contemplating her could wait.

"So then, Honey, are you the one dealing with 'Intruders' that slip past Miya's sight?"

"At the very least, I kill any I encounter within this city and the surrounding area." Minato shrugged.

"Do you… eat them, too?" Kazehana asked, careful not to make it sound like a condemnation.

"Hm? Sometimes," Minato admitted. "Oh, but this last one wasn't eaten, I am just storing it for proper disposal later."

"A little curious about what counts as 'proper disposal'." Kazehana asked drily.

"Have it incinerated, encase the ash in a block of concrete, and then drop the block into an ocean trench, some fifty-odd miles from shore." Her Ashikabi candidly explained.

"That's a little more… mundane than I expected, no exorcism?" Kazehana said, half-joking.

"An exorcism probably would have separated it from the man's shadow," Minato shrugged, "but my way is much faster."

"... So you can do exorcisms, huh?" The night was full of telling reveals.

"I was mistaken for a demon once." Minato recalled. "I learned a few things from the exorcist after I bit her arm off."

"Bit her arm off and ate it, right?"

"Yes," Minato said, confirming her suspicions quite clearly. "Does that bother you, Kazehana?"

The arm around his tightened briefly.

"... No. I didn't mention it, but your mother told me right from the start that you have a tendency to eat your problems." Kazehana admitted. "I've been prepared from the start for the knowledge that my Ashikabi has habits I can't tell the neighbors about."

She still had misgivings about her next question, even if she'd suspected the answer for quite some time.

"You ate 'her' too, didn't you?"

"The Sekirei? Yes." Minato flatly replied, without any attempts to skirt around it. Kazehana was just confirming what she already knew, after all.

"I can kind of guess why you didn't tell anyone that part of the story." Kazehana admitted. "But don't underestimate our Bond, I won't be the only one who's not scared like you expect."

The brief, faint smile he showed without turning his head her way was gentle, but a bit too knowing to make her believe she'd convinced him.

It was a little sad to see, but that was just fine.

They'd just reached the penthouse, and the moment that door closed would be the moment when she would stop having to rely on words for persuasion.

There were a few ways Minato had imagined things would go, after they were in the privacy of their room.

Being taken by the hand, led over to the impressively large bed (they might need one for their home), and then pushed into a sitting position at the edge of it, all without Kazehana saying a word, wasn't that surprising.

Having Kazehana promptly straddle his lap, and loop her shawl around his back like a pair of reins, all so that she could kiss him with a passion that bordered on ferocity, was a little more surprising.

More than that, it was a little disorienting to feel like the prey instead of the predator.

Well… at least he didn't have to worry about having ruined the mood?

Kazehana pushed against him more strongly, and Minato went with it, falling onto his back with the strangely enjoyable sensation that he was being knocked down by breasts. The beautiful cheongsam she had worn for their night out was once more showing how thin it was, it almost felt like they were touching one another's bare skin, despite how his own clothing was in the way also.

After several minutes, a gasping Kazehana broke the kiss, her soft, sensual body pressing down on him with that same odd insistence.

Illuminated by ephemeral wings of light, Minato could clearly see the way Kazehana's cheeks were flushed, but the touch of… wildness in her eyes was something he couldn't divine the meaning of.

Somehow or another, his hands had ended up on her butt, and Minato gave it a little squeeze without knowing why, enjoying the sensation and the moan Kazehana made.

"I guess our plans for the night aren't… put on hold?" Minato questioned, a little carefully.

Leaving the shawl beneath them, Kazehana pushed herself up onto her elbows, her breasts still brushing his chest occasionally in time with her breath.

"On hold? Why? Are you not feeling well? Did you get hurt somewhere?" The rapid fire questions didn't quite mask how the hint of alarm Kazehana showed seemed to have multiple meanings behind it.

"No… I am fine," Minato blankly returned. "It's just… I tore apart an Intruder in front of you and swallowed it, then admitted that I eat both Sekirei and humans. I am not very well-versed in the topic, but none of that seems very…"

"Romantic?" Kazehana finished for him.

Minato gave a shallow nod.

"You're right, it's not," Kazehana easily confirmed. "Getting to see my Ashikabi's manly and kind side, while getting to fight side-by-side with him for a good cause? And then learning more about my sweet enigma of a husband? The only reason I haven't torn my dress off is because I know how much you like it."

His human heart did an odd little motion that felt like a 'flip' (which should have been impossible) when she called him 'husband', how truly mysterious.

"Manly? Kind? Kazehana, I don't understand."

Kazehana smirked, but the expression was gentle somehow.

"You saw an incoming crisis that I didn't even have the tiniest inkling of, and took charge to resolve it. Manly, very manly." Kazehana explained, cheeks flushing once more as her warm eyes glittered. "But you didn't need my help, did you?"

"It would have been harder to hide my actions if I acted alone."

"Harder to keep those two oblivious and unhurt, right?" Kazehana pointed out, not buying the excuse.

"... True."

"And frankly, I would have freaked out a little if you started a fight like that without warning or involving me." Kazehana admitted, easily. "Truth be told, part of me's not entirely used to the idea of having an Ashikabi that doesn't need much in the way of protection."

Though it wasn't like she would ever give it voice or have held it against them, Kazehana had always been bracing herself for having an Ashikabi that was more or less her biggest weak-point.

She'd never imagined having one for whom being melted by a lightning bolt was only an inconvenience.

"I considered leaving them to their fate," Minato admitted without knowing why.

"And the reason you thought that doesn't mean a damn thing, Hun." Kazehana retorted. "Actions matter, and your actions saved those people, didn't they?"

"I suppose?"

"And you didn't need to get all… 'wriggly' about it, did you?"

"No?"

"Wouldn't have been strange for me to miss a step or two if that caught me off guard," Kazehana said. "And if that happened, you would have covered for me with no issues, right?"

"That wouldn't have been necessary." Minato denied immediately. "You're not that easy to catch off guard."

… Minato had precisely zero idea what it was about his response that prompted a moan from Kazehana.

"So you… trusted me to not be thrown off, just like you trusted me with more of your secrets, didn't you, Minato?" To Minato's eyes, the dewy-eyed Kazehana was giving off so much 'pink' that it was like being bathed in the rays of a small and gentle sun.

"You are correct, when I think about it. I do trust you quite a lot-"

Kazehana kissed him.

Deeply, her tongue shoving its way in to seek his almost immediately, in a way that made it feel as if she was trying to absolutely maximize the physical contact the kiss involved.

More than a little baffled by her easy acceptance of the nights events, but at least convinced that Kazehana wasn't scared of him yet, Minato accepted her unspoken desire.

Squeezing her butt had been pleasant for both of them, so Minato decided to do that again, when a wicked bit of inspiration struck.

The side-slits of her skirt were so high, and the curve of her rear so full that when she walked, a little bit of her butt could be glimpsed as her hips swayed. It was a playful sort of naughty that suited Kazehana well.

… It also meant that slipping his hands beneath her skirt was very, very easy.

The kiss ended with Kazehana's startled and aroused cry, her back arching as Minato's hands groped her butt directly with nothing in the way.

As Minato gazed up at her with a blank innocent look, Kazehana's round hips trembled, and she added 'wearing a thong' to the large list of good ideas she'd had that night.

Being groped by her Ashikabi felt much better than she'd imagined.

Feeling a little pleased with himself, Minato gave her butt a few more squeezes, enjoying the springy but firm sensation, as well as the better view he was getting of Kazehana now that she was sitting upright.

Kazehana bit her lip and trembled every time his grip tightened, and though she let herself indulge in the sensations, she wasn't the type to remain passive for long.

A seductive promise in her smile, Kazehana clasped his wrists, and he followed the trail she moved his hands along, Minato smoothly lifting his upper body from the bed when necessary..

Doing so was rewarding for both of them, as peeling Kazehana out of her sexy dress became a team effort.

An hourglass figure made sliding the dress up her waist an easy task, and Minato took his time to appreciate the view- shallow indents traced their way vertically up Kazehana's stomach, hinting at the firmness beneath the skin without compromising any of that feminine softness.

And then, just as naturally, her dress got stuck.

Minato made no sound, but his eyes twinkled and his body shook lightly.

"... Honey, did you just laugh?"

"I had the thought that your dress must appreciate your chest as well, so it made perfect sense for it to get stuck there."

Kazehana blinked, briefly halting her part in the joint effort to wrestle her dress over her breasts without tearing the fabric.

"... Ufufu~" It was a little funny, but she was also feeling all lovey-dovey, and hadn't really made it past the part where her Ashikabi admitted he liked her breasts.

Clearly, the logical next step was to reward his honesty with a closer look.

Sucking her breath in, Kazehana gave a firm pull, hoping her dress wouldn't rip-

What followed was a sudden, breezy sense of liberation that the Sekirei of the Wind could appreciate more than most.

For his part, Minato was stuck wondering why his field of vision had suddenly begun bouncing.

Delighted, Kazehana lifted her arms up behind her head, the motion naturally pushing her breasts forward for closer inspection.

Minato's main eyes managed to make it up to meet hers, meeting the pleased and amused smile of his Sekirei.

"It's truly mysterious, I've seen your breasts fully uncovered before but they've suddenly become much more interesting."

Kazehana's smile widened, and she gave her shoulder an artful little shake to make her bust jiggle.

"Maybe because this time you know you get to do whateeever you want with them~?"

"That must be it. What are these, anyways?"

Kazehana was wearing a pair of some sort of small adhesive pads, just enough to cover her nipples.

"Pasties," Kazehana explained in a playful tone, giving her chest another wiggle as she did. "Dress was too thin to wear a bra properly, and it's not like my usual dress that's designed to not need one. This way I don't poke anyone's eye out, and it's not like I need the support."

She'd heard bustier humans could have that problem, but even if she quite possibly had the biggest tits of any Sekirei she'd ever met, Kazehana had never had back problems or shoulder strain because of it.

Sekirei were quite literally built different- even her massive knockers weren't all that much weight to be carrying around for someone who could toss a car, and her physical strength was just middling for a Single Number.

Taking the time to explain had served a purpose, and that purpose was to encourage-

"Let's get those out of the way, then."

"Please do~"

Kazehana was a bit confused when Minato's hands dropped to her hips instead of lifting them to her bust. When he lowered his head and leaned in, her heartbeat quickened erratically, cheeks flushing hot as she realized his intent.

Flustered and excited in equal measure, Kazehana sucked her breath in sharply as her man gently removed her breast coverings with his teeth.

"O-oh~ Honey, how bold~!"

If she wasn't wet before, him locking eyes with her the entire time he used his mouth to expose her tits would have been enough to do it.

Ah… who was she kidding?

They didn't need foreplay, even if she was going to savor every moment of it.

She'd been ready to take her dress off the moment she saw Minato with that suit on.

Speaking of which, he'd ditched the blazer, but…

"Does this shirt have buttons, Hun?" It looked like it, but she remembered how his shirt was usually fake, so that he could tear out of it at any time, just like he'd done in the hall-

"I switched shirts after we dealt with the Intruder," Minato revealed in his flat voice. "I am uncertain why, but I had a hunch you'd enjoy taking my shirt off."

Kazehana shuddered, biting back a moan as she slid her hands from his shoulders to his chest.

"Mmm~ let me show you just how right your guess was~"

Minato blinked once as slim fingers made it his turn to be undressed.

"This is good too."

Kazehana's response was a suggestive little giggle.

It was like another little switch had flipped in her head- the moment she'd gotten Minato's shirt off, Kazehana had suddenly felt like any clothes between them were too many.

But it would be a waste to rush their first night, and so Kazehana forced herself to calm down…

Unsuccessfully, so she just put that energy to another, equally sexual usage.

Even when she had been rejected by who she thought was meant to be her Destined One, even over years of drinking to forget the pain, Kazehana had stubbornly clung to a rule she had set for herself.

As many of her 'firsts' as possible had been reserved for her Ashikabi.

Including her virginity, most importantly of all.

But, Kazehana had been around for a while, and had spent that time doing her level best to master any and every sexy thing she could learn, without crossing her line in the sand.

This was one of them- a dance she'd been taught that was only ever meant to be seen and enjoyed by one person in all the world, even though she had yet to meet him at the time.

But now he was here in her arms, and by her wings did she want to reward that as much as possible.

"You can look, but no touching just yet~"

After one one more lingering kiss, Kazehana put her feet on the carpeted floor and stood up, straddling Minato's lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

And so, wearing nothing but a lust-soaked thong and a loving little smirk, Kazehana began a lap dance for her beloved Ashikabi.

Resting her hands lightly on her man's shoulders, Kazehana began to sway her hips to a slow but aggressive cadence, the motion making the bounce of her naked breasts just as pronounced.

Slowly, she let her hands feather down his chest, biting her lip at the feel of a toned, masculine body that hid its real strength in a far different way than her own.

Her hands drifted down smooth but rocky abs, and down his legs, dangerously close to what lay stiff between them.

Minato was still wearing his pants, and she could hardly bear to wait to change that.

When her hands left his thighs, they transitioned to her own, drawing his eyes along ripe swaying curves, smoldering gaze never leaving his face.

As her fingers met the side strings of her panties, Kazehana hooked her fingers and tugged them up and away, only to release them with an audible snap and a sultry gasp, feeling a little sting that felt so good when Minato's eyes were on her.

Kazehana could keenly feel more eyes than visible upon her, but every last one of them belonged to her husband, as if there was a whole crowd of him with eyes only for her.

She had never felt sexier in her life, and she gave it voice with lyrical moans, not loud, but throaty and heavy with the lust welling up inside of her.

Hands cupped her breasts, making her shiver as her palms covered the stiff crowns of her bosom, and Kazehana briefly stilled the roll of her hips to make her breasts do the rolling instead.

Flicking her hands upwards to give them a bounce, Kazehana lifted her arms overhead, swaying serpentine and parting her lips with a naughty little coo.

When Kazehana's hands slid down her sweat-slick body and found the thin strings of her thong, this time, they slid the clinging garment down instead of up. Seeming to sway and shimmy her way out of her panties, the dancer slowly revealed her gorgeous figure in all its glory, a liquid bliss pooling low in her belly as dark eyes widened ever so slightly.

Beyond that ever so faint smile, Minato's expression hadn't changed once, but it didn't matter in the least when his still figure was radiating pure want through the Bond that tangled together their souls as one.

With a brief step back, Kazehana artfully swung her leg over Minato's lap and bent over so that her big, firm butt and round, womanly hips dominated his field of view.

… Shaking her ass for her man left Kazehana feeling a new kind of sexy.

With a playful sound and a thrust of her hips, Kazehana bumped her ass into Minato's chest, knocking him onto his back.

Letting her long legs lift high, Kazehana spun around in his lap so that she was facing him again, licking her lips as she stared down at her Ashikabi.

After a teasing little grind, Kazehana swayed her way up to a standing position once more, offering her hands to Minato.

She pulled him back up into a sitting position, draping her arms around his shoulders, and seating herself once more as her huge breasts mashed against his chest, rubbing herself against him in a dance that maximized contact as much as possible.

Blooming wings of light illuminated their intertwined bodies, as she tangled her fingers in his hair and leaned in for an intimate, languid kiss. She wasn't sure you were supposed to do that in a lapdance, but Kazehana would never be one to let rules interfere with love.

Withdrawing, she gazed at Minato with a deep adoration in her eyes, and shivered in bliss as he gave voice to the words in both their hearts.

"No more waiting."

Kazehana lifted her hips once more, briefly, and reached between her legs, nimble fingers undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with ease.

Minato took hold of her hips, dark eyes keeping her prisoner as he slowly, inexorably pulled her body back down.

The feeling of their bodies joining together in the most intimate way of all overwhelming her, Kazehana slammed their lips together, letting the jubilant light of her wings proclaim her love when words failed her.

Not for the first time, Minato experienced the sensation of being 'engulfed' by Kazehana. Not for the first time, Minato thought that Kazehana's method of 'engulfing' was much more pleasant.

It was warm, and strangely comfortable. A different kind of danger, in a sense.

Though she seemed a bit out of it, it felt like Kazehana didn't need time to 'adjust' to him like a human woman did, but that might have also been because he was 'adjusting' to her in a way a human man couldn't.

Shamelessly taking advantage of his amorphous nature to make Kazehana feel good seemed like an immensely worthwhile task.

He assumed he was likely feeling good himself- that would explain why the brain of his outer body was playing images of naked Kazehana on an endless loop, and doing very little approaching thinking.

Given what he could gather, the obvious explanation was…

"Oh, I feel so good because I love you a lot." Minato said, tonelessly and without warning.

Kazehana's dreamy eyes snapped open wide as the blunt display of affection nearly pushed her over the edge, her folds clenching spastically against Minato's shaft.

"... Ufufu~ Honey's love of sneak attacks is still going strong, huh~?" She purred, somewhat shakily. "But," Minato ended up on his back again, this time with Kazehana draped over top of him, "but, the one going on the attack is going to be me~"

As if to emphasize the point, Kazehana raised her hips up off his waist, and then dropped them with a bit more speed, pumping her Ashikabi's cock from tip to base with her slick, tight folds.

Minato didn't really understand the low sound he made in response to that, but it seemed to encourage Kazehana. Slowly at first, but quickly finding a rhythm, the Sekirei of the wind began to ride her man.

As she did, she swayed her body, rubbing her big breasts against him as he wrapped his hands around her narrow waist.

It felt very pleasant, but the accumulated 'knowledge' he'd sifted through suggested an idle lover was a poor lover, and he'd almost finished 'adjusting' fully, so-

Kazehana's back arched with a luxurious shudder, her lips parting in a husky and startled little shout.

"M-Minato~?" She moaned, squirming. "You feel… different, all of a sudden~"

"In a good way?"

Kazehana clasped his cheeks with both hands and kissed him hard but briefly, tracing his lips with her tongue as she withdrew.

"Answer enough~?"

Minato gave a tiny nod, and Kazehana began to move once more, the motion of her hips not increasing in pace, but inner muscles flexing to squeeze and massage his length more strongly.

Little flashes of competitiveness were dancing about in the storm of lust and love Kazehana's emotions represented.

All three of those emotions would briefly 'spark' every time he thrust up to meet her, which Minato took as encouragement.

Kazehana's breathing was getting rougher, her trembling more pronounced as she struggled to keep rhythm.

Oh, she was about to… 'finish'.

He should do the same, he had a feeling that 'finishing' together would make Kazehana happy.

A few strands of hair clinging to her sweaty and glamorous features, Kazehana sat up and. stared down at him, offering her hands in silent invitation.

Their fingers linked, and then tensed as Kazehana lifted her hips up as much as they could go with Minato still inside her.

Kazehana's hips dropped down hard, and he thrust up hard to meet them.

For a brief moment, the maelstrom of pleasure that marked their first shared orgasm became their whole world.

When the world dripped back into some semblance of order, Kazehana found herself staring at the ceiling.

Naturally, the first thing she did was close her mouth.

Then she blinked once or twice to see if that would help her see straight, to mixed success.

Despite her Ashikabi's human shape being a bit more… surface level than most, she'd truthfully never worried that they wouldn't be able to properly have sex together.

How could she, when they were meant for each other?

But if she'd ever needed any convincing, the sensation of his essence seeping into the deepest parts of her would have been more than enough.

If she'd orgasmed any harder she might have seriously pulled something, so Kazehana was feeling like a bit of a mess.

… A very sexy, very satisfied mess.

Belatedly, she pulled her heavy head back down so that she could look at Minato, long dark hair falling forward to tickle his chest.

She could feel that the point where they were joined at the hip was more than a little… messy, but she couldn't see it with her own tits in the way, especially with how trying to catch her breath made them bounce.

Then their eyes met, and Kazehana went completely still as her cheeks burned so hot, she could have sworn they were melting.

There was a glow in the depths of those dark eyes, and it was a reflection of her own light.

A love bordering on reverence, as if every possible meaning of the word led back to her.

If she had a choice to fall into that tender darkness, then Kazehana would choose to jump.

"I was unsure if I would enjoy intimacy for my own sake, or simply because making you happy is more than enough." Minato admitted softly, not even out of breath.

"So which was it?" She coaxed gently, somehow confident that she'd appreciate the answer no matter what.

"A bit of both," Minato admitted readily. "With a third discovery I did not expect."

"And what was that?"

"That 'all night' doesn't seem like nearly enough time."

Kazehana blinked once, and then began to laugh in delight.

Honey was such a sweet talker, wasn't he?

He was also correct, in that the night wasn't nearly as long as it should have been.

But she had him all to herself, so… why not make the most of it?

Minato felt that odd sense of being prey return as Kazehana slowly licked her lips.

Uzume's eyes opened slowly as she heard a quiet gasp, followed by faint, but ragged breathing from the futon beside her.

Turning her head, she found Akitsu sitting up, nightclothes disheveled to the point where the ice maiden was wearing more moonlight than silk.

Licking dry lips, and needing a long moment to get over how enchanting her flock sister looked, Uzume whispered her name softly.

"Akitsu?"

Akitsu jumped, back going rigid. Wide blue eyes turned her way, pale cheeks flushed and breath leaking from between glossy parted lips in shallow, seductive sighs.

Feeling her own cheeks and… elsewhere on her body warm up in response, Uzume sat up as well, ignoring how good it felt to have the sheets sliding across her skin.

"Hey, uh… you okay there?"

Still looking a little shell-shocked, Akitsu shook her head rapidly.

"Wanna tell me what's going on, then?"

"I feel… prickly." Akitsu murmured softly. "The feeling is a very warm one, but it is ticklish and very distracting."

Uzume came to an immediate conclusion and regretted it.

Akitsu was 'connected' to Minato in a way her Scrapped Number status wasn't supposed to allow.

Her own connection, as well as the others who had been winged, was currently 'muted' to the limit, otherwise hormones would have driven the whole house mad. No one would be sleeping if she and the other adults in the flock had to feel the sensations associated with Kazehana's wedding night.

She had always kind of assumed Sis would be great in bed, but their Ashikabi also always seemed to know exactly what to do to make them feel like the luckiest women in the world. Together those two were dangerous with a capital D, and they'd been prepared for that.

… But Akitsu's 'bond' seemed to play by different rules, which meant that…

"Oh. Ohhhh…." Which meant that Akitsu was horny and confused, and she, Uzume, was the only one there to help the poor girl out.

Uzume patted her flock sister on the shoulder, feeling her blood quicken as the noise of surprise spurred by that action came in throaty and low, and rose to her feet, leaving her comfort zone behind.

On quiet steps, she padded over to her dresser, bending over to get at one of the bottom drawers.

Placing aside some lacy things that Minato would be the first to see her in, Uzume pulled out a rectangular plastic box.

"Umm… in case you didn't know these things are something you gotta be careful about… 'sharing' but I never opened this so you can just have it, I've got my own, several actually."

The tingling cooled somewhat as the puzzled Akitsu accepted the package.

Inside was something long, and smooth, looking just thick enough to fill her hand.

Blushing furiously and trying not to make eye contact, Uzume also put a little bottle of some viscous liquid down on the bed beside an exposed, milky white thigh.

Belatedly, Akitsu made sense of what she'd been given, and flushed dark with a little 'eep'.

"Y-yeah, s-so I guess you get what that's for, so umm… I'll give you some privacy?" Uzume stuttered, incredibly embarrassed.

Akitsu gave a meek nod, vision swimming, as Uzume hastily retreated for one of the other rooms the flock members were staying in, closing the door behind her as quickly and quietly as she could.

Equal parts grateful and mortified, Akitsu slowly opened the package and pulled out the thick pink 'toy'.

It was soon proven that Akitsu being the quietest member of the household was for the best.

The glass doors of the balcony gave a great view of the city, it was part of why Kazehana liked the penthouse so much.

She liked the feeling of the cool glass against her tits even more, but it was hard to tell how much she liked that feeling, as opposed to how much she liked being pressed against the glass and plowed from behind.

Even if no one could possibly see them that high up, having nothing but air and glass between their sex, and the whole city, still felt like all the right kinds of sin.

Being dominated by her husband felt pretty good too, Kazehana could easily admit.

Minato was shoving his manliness into her over and over, and she loved it.

Then his fingers forced their way between the glass and her breasts, and when he squeezed she wasn't thinking much of anything.

Eyes rolling back in their sockets as her drool dripped onto the glass, Kazehana didn't see Minato's expressionless face briefly glance away.

It had taken almost an hour to 'calm herself' and with that calm came guilt.

She felt so dirty, like she was tainting their night together even when she was alone.

But… like he never let them forget, the man she loved was a monster.

Akitsu went utterly still, forgetting even to breathe. She had not told anyone, but connected to her heart was a 'thread' of sorts, that led off in a direction she dared not contemplate, lest she give herself hope.

But along that invisible thread, Akitsu felt the clear yet bewildering sensation of 'something dark' seeping up it and towards her.

… It was okay.

Her feelings were not wrong.

There was no shame in recognizing feelings in another that were also hers by right.

But… she should rest.

Sleep for a while.

They would worry if she did not.

Not even aware that her hand had hidden 'that' away beneath the sheets, with a soft groan, Akitsu slowly fell onto her side. Curling herself up with her hands clasped against her heart, a tiny, blissful smile tugged at the edges of her soft lips.

Akitsu dreamed of darkness, and a warmth that gently enveloped her body like the light of an unseen sun.

The rest of her night passed in peace.

It was only for a moment, but women's intuition gave Kazehana the clear sense of Minato's gaze having been pointed somewhere else.

The moment she did, she was greeted by a tiny, mischievous little smirk.

"I don't know why, but I feel like you did a good thing, so it doesn't bother me at all that you got distracted."

"I'll make it up to you anyways."

"And you won't hear a single complaint."

"On that note, I think I've been restricting myself to acting human just a little too much."

Kazehana's reply turned into a coo as he rolled her onto her stomach, and began to gently massage her shoulders. Fingers pointed towards her sides, his hands carefully kneaded their palms against her lower back, while his hands got to work on both her thighs and her calves.

Just like the massage session from earlier in the week, this immediately left her body feeling blissfully boneless, but with the 'edge' having been taken off a time or two, it was a much more soothing sensation.

One that was probably going to put her to sleep.

But only briefly, and Kazehana had the feeling that when her eyes opened, she'd be raring to go for another round or three.

… That there were eight hands rubbing her body took an immediate back seat to the knowledge that her husband was skilled with every one of them, as her eyes drifted gently shut.

And there we had it, the first 'wedding night' of a flock- note how Kazehana uses the term 'husband' more than a few times.

Minato's outer body functions as a human in most of the ways that count, but now he's found out how to use some of his 'advantages' for sexual pursuits. The girls will appreciate that. The reason behind Minato's ability to confidently go through with the act to begin with is hinted at in the chapter a few times.

Kazehana also learned more about Minato's 'job', and some of his darker secrets. Darker secrets that went over strangely well…

Also, did you like the casual reference to how the biggest safeguard against otherworldly invasion is actually Miya? Not like anything else knows that Miya's 'territory' is comparatively tiny for her size.

Of note there is that while Minato doesn't allude to it directly, there's a distinction being made between Intruders and the Very Old Folk- one he gets MBI involved, the other he shields entirely from MBI's knowledge. Something to think about, since he has some level of antagonism with both types of inhuman.

As for what was happening back at home… poor Uzume, the things she deals with for being more responsible than she lets on.

Something to keep in mind is Akitsu 'playing by different rules'. That will be a recurring theme, for better or for worse.