Warning:
Contains lemons, cursing, frustration, a secret bakery unveiled, and an attempt at cuckolding that backfires spectacularly in all the right ways. Also, mildly dubious consent.
Absolutely NSFW. You have been warned.
"Matsu!" Minato's voice cried. "No matter what she says, don't listen to-"
His voice dropped in volume. Matsu reckoned whoever was holding the phone had pulled it away from him.
"You get it now?" inquired the woman on the other end. "I've got your Ashikabi."
"Who are you?!" Matsu demanded, Kazehana leaning in to listen. "What are you after? Targeting Ashikabi is against-"
"Cry me a river and put her on the phone."
Kazehana heard something: a loud, deep horn, like the kind a mountaineer would use.
"If you don't, I can't promise your Ashikabi's-"
She was suddenly cut off. A sharp snap of static followed.
"Hey, what's going on?! What did you say? Hello?"
Nothing. The connection was dead.
Taking a breath, Matsu hung up and put a finger to her cheek. "I know that voice. Number 105, Benitsubasa."
"Benitsubasa?" Kazehana said. "She's in the Discipline Squad, right?"
"She is," said Matsu, "which means she's probably out for revenge."
"Revenge…" Kazehana had stopped listening. While Matsu took Kusano to her secret room upstairs to track Minato down, Kazehana's mind was focusing on something else.
That sound, she thought, leaning on the wall and accidentally spilling some of her drink on Miya's floor. No sweat, no stain; it was rubbing alcohol, after all. Where have I heard it before…
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"You don't get it, buddy," said the angry pinkette, standing over the prone Minato, glaring down at him. "I can put you in a world of hurt if I wanted to."
"No you don't get it!" Minato shot back, pulling at the rope that bound his wrists behind his back. "I'd never put my friends and family in danger just to save my own skin! You taught me that when you terminated Musubi!"
Benitsubasa snickered. "Then I guess I'll be teaching you that lesson again, when I beat the crest off her back." She reached down and picked Minato up by his rope. "How's Eighty-Eight going to feel when she loses in front of her Ashikabi again?"
"You don't have to do all this!" Minato shouted, wracking his mind for a way out. "If you let me go-"
"What, you'll tell Eighty-Eight to come fight me?!" She placed a boot on his ribs. "How stupid do you think I am? She wouldn't go for it!"
"Yes she would!" Minato lied like he'd never lied before: by lacing it with truth. "She loves fighting! She's probably been looking forward to a rematch ever since she finished healing!"
That seemed to do it. Benitsubasa frowned, then lifted her boot off of him.
"Fuck, you're right…" Benitsubasa turned away and bit her thumbnail. "How the hell do I- Hey!"
Minato took off running while she was distracted. He weaved and turned, trying to use the shelves to prevent Benitsubasa from exploiting her speed. He soon found a solid wall with a window on it. Down at the corner, he spied the door. If he could just reach it and get outside-
He didn't.
Benitsubasa tackled him at the knees and brought him down on top of her. He was pushed off and rolled onto his back as the angry Sekirei grabbed him by the collar. She was… kind of pretty, with the clear sky shining in her pink hair. Too bad she was so ugly on the inside.
"Where do you think you were going?" she growled.
"Away from you."
"Because of Eighty-Eight?"
"Yes."
"FUCK!"
Her fist cracked the concrete floor next to his head. "Why the hell does Eighty-Eight get an Ashikabi like you while I'm stuck to a smart, good-looking guy who doesn't even acknowledge my feelings because he's GAY?! RRGH!"
She pulled at the bangs of her pink hair. "IT'S. NOT. FAAAIR!"
Like a snapping twig, her crazed pink eyes locked on to Minato's. Okay, now he was feeling afraid of her.
"Hey."
He tried not to swallow. "Yes?"
"How is she?"
"Uh…"
"Eighty-Eight." Benitsubasa bent over and propped her elbows on Minato's chest. "In the sack. How is she?"
"What?! Why do you care?"
"Because shut up and answer the question, that's why." She lifted a fist and punched another small crater in the floor, this one next to Minato's arm.
"I…" Minato swallowed. "I never… We never…"
He saw the light bulb appear in his captor's head. "Then I just figured out how to do this."
Springing off of him, Benitsubasa grabbed a shipping crate and hauled out from the bottom row. Next, she lifted Minato up and sat him on top of the edge, which was reinforced with an extra plank of wood.
"Try to run again and I'll break both your legs," Benitsubasa said.
Then, she-
RRRIP!
-tore the front of his shirt off, turning it into a long-sleeve vest.
"What are you doing?!" he demanded.
"Change of plans," she told him, turning around and hiking up her uniform. "I'm going to seduce you and cuck Eighty-Eight before she can even get the chance. Then I'll beat her."
"You can't!"
"Sure I can," Benitsubasa replied with a smirk, before squatting down and giving her ass a shake.
Her ass… Holy crap, it all made sense now. Until recently, Minato assumed that all adult Sekirei were some form of stacked babe. Musubi, Matsu, Kazehana, and Tsukiumi all had glorious, triple-K busts and even that scythe girl, Yomi, had been packing some nice curves beneath her dress. Then Minato had helped Haruka and Kuno (a scrawny girl, but still with a bulge to her chest), run into the Discipline Squad, and discovered Number 105, Benitsubasa: the first smooth chest he'd seen that wasn't underage.
He'd been wrong. Benitsubasa wasn't small and skinny because she was an anomaly or because she starved herself. She was small and skinny because everything she ate went straight to dat ass.
Dat same ass was now jumping and jiggling less than one foot away from the zipper of his pants. What he thought had been extra large glutes had turned out to be regular large glutes with a sinfully sexy layer of cushioning.
"I know what I've got," Benitsubasa said, smirking back at him. "Sure, I don't have two sandbags stuffed down my front like a lot of other Sekirei. But…" She hid her face as she started to twerk her way back, towards where his pants were growing tighter despite himself. Minato couldn't help it, hypnotized as he was by her fantastic booty. He almost hear the paaahp; paaahp; paaahp of a construction vehicle's "caution: backing up" noise.
"I've got more than enough to get any man I want," she said, "except the one I actually want."
He heard her chuckle. "So, I think I'll settle for revenge and relief, no matter what kind of bendy straw you have down-"
Her voice caught as her ass, clad in its skin-tight gym trunks, finally made contact and smothered his crotch.
"What the-?" The pinkette's breath grew heavier. "No. No way. No way is that thing your actual dick."
Minato blushed at the unintended compliment. "It's… why the Landlady blames me whenever my Sekirei sneak into my room at night."
"No shit." Her heart beat faster. Being this close to a powerful Ashikabi with what felt like an equally powerful dick was like drawing close to a nuclear reactor on meltdown. Benitsubasa knew the signs, knew what would happen, but it was already too late. Before this kidnapping was done, she was going to mount that stallion.
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Kazehana soared over a street and landed on the next roof at a full sprint.
That sound, she thought. I recognize it.
She didn't want to tell Matsu for fear of being wrong. After all, this was just a hunch. Matsu had her work cut out for her either way.
As she raced towards the harbor, though, Kazehana regretted not taking a phone. She knew she was on the right track when her heartbeat and breathing started growing, soon heavier than a simple run would cause.
In that sense, she did not regret her little incident with a sleeping Minato the other day, where she'd nearly kissed him upside-down on his bedroll. But then, she also did, because if she was running off to face one of the Discipline Squad by herself, didn't that mean even she thought he was the one for her?
Kazehana shook her head when she realized she'd slowed down. Hold on, Minato. Keep it together until we get to you.
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Minato was trying so hard to keep it together.
His shirt was in tatters. The torn fabric now rested beneath him. His pants were around his ankles. His boxers were getting tighter by the second. His dick was furiously trying to escape so it could bury itself between those cheeks that were sitting on it.
But, worst of all, he'd said "Yes" to all of it.
"Look at… You…" Benitsubasa was practically panting as she gyrated against his crotch, squishing and rolling those two fat, creamy curves of hers against him. "Your precum is about to soak through your underwear, isn't it, Minato?"
They were on a first-name basis now. Soon, though, they'd be a lot closer.
"You want me to pull it out?" She put her hands on her knees and drew circles around his pelvis with her ass. "You want to show me what you're packing?"
Minato gulped. Curse his virgin libido. He had no self-control in a situation like this. "Y-Yeah."
"Deal." Keeping her ass parked against him, Benitsubasa reached back and yanked his boxers down. "HOLY SHIT!"
His dick, still not fully hard, flopped out and smacked her in the cooch. Without his boxers, he could feel she was soaked through, too.
"Holy shit," Benitsubasa breathed again. She quickly regained her composure. Minato was too inexperienced and nervous to notice the slip. "No point in waiting."
She reached back and tore her trunks at the crack of her ass. Minato thought he saw a black thong before it was pulled aside. He couldn't see her private parts; her ass was just so big. Even now, her gelatinous cheeks tried to push through the fabric, spilling through like bread over the top of a pan.
Minato nodded. "No point in waiting," he repeated. He hoped his Sekirei would forgive him for his weakness.
His tip pressed against her warm slit. It was… amazing. He never thought a woman's flower could flip that switch in the lizard part of his brain so quickly, yet here he was. His legs tensed at the new sensation, drawing precious blood away from his dick.
Benitsubasa's increase in heavy breathing complimented the increase in how hard she pressed on him.
"Come on, you-! Hoh!"
She got the tip in, and just that alone was making her feel a little weak in the knees.
Minato was the same. "This…" He could feel the blood returning from his legs. "This is bad!"
"Yeah, you- Ah!" What the fuck? Is he getting bigger? "...Ah, you know you love it," she said smugly, hiding the fact that she was fighting not to lose it. Unbeknownst to Minato, her switch had been flipped, too.
Her hands reached back and spread her cheeks. There they were: a woman's pink slit and puckered asshole, on display through the gaps Benitsubasa had torn in her trunks. Benitsubasa sank her hands into her soft cheeks and found the muscular firmness beneath. It was amazing, how fat yet firm she was, the best of both worlds.
"Look at all this booty," she taunted, swinging her hips in circles to stir him up, letting hims see the sway and slap of her perfect ass. "What's Eighty-Eight going to say when she sees her Ashikabi- Oh. Oh!"
What the fuck is going on?! She screamed internally. No… So good… So much…
He was finally at full mast, and she was finally past caring.
"Oh SHIT, YES!" she screamed, slamming her ass down into Minato's crotch and taking every inch of the monster she'd provoked. "Right there! So fucking good!"
There was no control over her movement. Her hands grabbed onto her own ass, holding on lest she fall off from how fucking spectacular he felt inside of her. Her cheeks pressed together and spilled over his thighs, wriggling and tightening as she tried to touch every single part of her insides with Minato's massive cock. Not even at orgasm yet and she was already seeing stars.
"Fuck, how did I live without this dick?! I can't live without this dick! I needed this so bad!"
Minato pulled at the ropes that bound his wrists, his lizard brain demanding he grab this girl and her fat ass, bend her over, and pound her into the ground until she was nothing but a limp piece of ass meat lying flat on the concrete.
She feels amazing! He thought, before his eyes, by some miracle, noticed something staring at their vulgar display through the warehouse window. Wait… Kazehana?
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Now she regretted not kissing him. Kazehana was shocked and dismayed at what she saw when she'd first arrived. An Ashikabi having sex with someone else's Sekirei? Her inner romantic was horrified at the notion. What would Minato's Sekirei think?
Well… What would Tsukiumi, Musubi and Matsu…
...Tsukiumi and Musubi?
…Just Tsukiumi. What would Tsukiumi think if she saw him like this?
It's a good thing I got here first, she thought.
Over the sounds of Little Miss Washboard and her ahegao face, Kazehana thought she heard Minato say something. Her shock gave way to shame when she thought she saw Minato look at her. She ducked down a little; what would he say if he thought she was a peeping tom, a voyeur? Well, she was a voyeur thanks to all her time spent with Matsu, but that was beside the point.
"WHATEVER, YEAH! DEAL!" Benitsubasa screamed. She looked like a woman possessed, her body wriggling like a worm on a hook.
Kazehana caught herself reaching beneath her spandex skirt. The heat that had guided her here was now centered not on her Sekirei core, but on her womanly flower.
"Just, aaaah, get it all in there!" Benitsubasa was humping him now. She wanted his dick to fuck him but didn't want any of it to leave her pussy. "ALL! IN! ME! FUU-UCK!"
Kazehana felt what came next. Minato's Ashikabi aura flared up as the two came together, Benitsubasa arching back and nearly falling against him from how much she wanted that dick.
That's when Kazehana caught a glimpse of it. Ho boy… This wouldn't do. That thick shaft and pulsing web of veins as sticky white cum spilled from Benitsubasa's stuffed pussy… Kazehana couldn't pass it up. With one finger uselessly trying to stem the lust, the need, that was dripping down the inside of her legs, Kazehana made her decision and hoped Minato would still have her. The fact she was doubting her bombshell body and winning personality was proof positive of how desperate she was.
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Benitsubasa's body was still locked mid-orgasm. Her body had stopped spasming but her pussy was so sensitive that each little twitched and jiggle of her ass and muscles felt like a mini-orgasm of its own. She sat atop him, the queen with her horny throne, reveling in how fucking fantastic his cock made her feel.
I didn't think I could cum this hard! She tried to speak but all that came out was a soft vocal fry from the back of her throat. He's amazing!
Minato's balls had finally stopped contracting. He couldn't help it: his body had synced up to Benistubasa's and given her another shot of semen every time her pussy contracted.
I didn't think I could cum this much! He was in awe, and half-blind, from the mind-blowing sex he'd just had. She's amazing!
He blinked away the haze and looked at the window again. Kazehana was still there, blushing, looking like a nervous schoolgirl about to confess to her crush. She also… Hmmm… Minato followed to where she was pointing.
Benitsubasa noticed neither of these things. Having come down from her high, she'd pulled his softening cock from the depths of her cunt until only the tip stayed in, mostly so she could think (or so she told herself). She stared at the ground in abject horror at what had just transpired.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Her heavy breath wouldn't still, no matter how hard she tried. His dick isn't THAT- Wait, it's getting hard again? Oh no… No no no…
She was already sinking back onto it as it hardened again. So much cock…
"Say," Minato peeped, "um, before we go again…"
He hesitated.
"What?" Benitsubasa demanded. "Spit it out so we can fuck!"
A hand slapped over her mouth as her eyes went wide. Words were like bullets: there was no calling them back once they were out.
Minato lifted a leg and pointed with his foot. "You see that door over there?"