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You jump off the chair, almost knocking it down. But as you turn to the door, there's nobody there. A slight wind blows from the open window. The calm before the storm. The curtains suddenly flap violently, with a sharp gust tormenting the furniture. With a swish, a large gale topples you over, bringing back the sharp aches. You try to inhale sharply, but your breath is oddly short. A force is pressing down against your torso. As the weather calms down, you sneak a glance at the surroundings. But what pleasantly greets you is the lovely tengu you've been waiting for. “...Hi.” you manage to blurt while writhing in agony. “Ow, ow, that hurts. You're not helping, you know.”
“Ah, excuse me.” She shifts her weight by resting her legs on the floor, resulting with your body between her legs. Aya effortlessly pins you down, though you don't think she really means to. Your body accepts the punishment. She parts a disheveled strand of hair to the side. “Can you bear the pain for a bit?” She closes the gap between your body and hers, snuggling up to you. Aya says nothing, but purely smiles in your presence.
“Could I kiss you?” You ask, tempted by her close proximity.
“Please do.” She consents. Dipping down, Aya touches her lips to yours. You start by sitting up, grasping her arms and leaning against her body. She dips slightly, allowing you to take control. A feeling of exuberance washes over you, fading the world to a blurry gray. You lean in again with your mouth insisting on giving her more. Aya's tight grip around you loosens as she trembles lightly with your touch. A strong intensity overcomes your rationality, pressing against her body until Aya falls to the floor, with you on top. At that moment, you break off, your hands close to hers.
Your lovely crow tengu gasps for some air, a bright blush touching her ears. “...!” She abashedly pushes you off her, using her elbow to prop herself up from the floor. “I, just, and ah...” She grows quiet.
“...Are you mad?” You coax her into talking again.
“Of course I'm mad.” Aya finds the strength to sit up. She has a strange look – a compassionate glare.
“About?”
“Everything. You know what I'm talking about. As an ex-reporter, I'm usually quick to the incident but I'll be damned if I weren't the fastest one at the scene. I heard from Hatate that Momiji and you were in huge danger, so I flew so fast that I thought the light couldn't catch up to me.” She crosses her legs in discomfort. “You looked like you were going to shatter to pieces after that fight.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“I'm still mad at you.” she declares in a mutter.
“What should I do to repay you?”
Aya ardently flashes you glances. “...Give me you.”
You smile knowingly. “I'm already yours.”
“Then one more time.” She vehemently states.
“I'll be yours, Aya.”
“Good.” She takes your hand. “I hope you still have some energy left.” Suddenly, the scenery changes from the medical room to a big blur. Colors fly by as Aya speeds through the air with reckless speed. The world suddenly comes to a halt as everything becomes distinguishable again. A medium sized bed adorns the space in front of you. Shaking off the dizziness and fatigue, you recognize this as a bedroom. More specifically, it's Aya's. She rushes to the door and locks it, quickly moving back to the window. She bolts the handle shut and covers the glass pane with drapes.
“The doors and windows are locked. We're good to go.” She nods adamantly in confidence.
“Afraid of the press, Miss Shameimaru?”
“Just precautions. And don't call me 'Miss Shameimaru' okay?” She absentmindedly loosens her flowing top, which immediately garners your attention. You missed Aya. Her shapely waist and plentiful breasts. “...You're kinda making me nervous when you stare that hard.”
“Aha, sorry.” You sport an eager grin. “I'm just excited.”
Aya hesitantly slips out of her robe, leaving her clad in only undergarments. “It feels different today,” she says in a low, apprehensive tone. She seems uneasy, shyly peering back and blushing.
“I'll take care of you.” Your loose garments freely slip off.
Aya has already slipped off her bra, in the process of removing her panties. “Somehow, that doesn't help me feel better.” Her bare skin is fully exposed, inviting you to caress her. You pull her to your side and cup her ample assets. They fit nicely into your hands, not too big or small. Her shoulders go lax as she sighs in relaxed pleasure. She leans in, motioning for a kiss. You place your lips gently to hers. Right now, you want to love your tender Aya.
Her eyes plead for more, desiring for your warmth. She doesn't object when you quietly push her onto the bed. Your right hand moves from her breast to her lower regions, playing with her crotch. Her legs quiver as you continue touching her, which fuels your impulse to make love to her. Her rough breathing speeds up as you insert your finger inside her. Aya's pussy is already noticeably wet, spurring your vigor to make her feel even better. But before you can do anything, she holds a hand to your face. “Listen, I'm really happy that you're enthusiastic in making me feel good, but we need two people to have sex.” Cross legged on the bed, Aya takes the initiative.
She strokes the underside of your growing erection, lithely pumping up and down. Then, she moves her head close and sucks the tip using her tongue. She inserts it into her mouth, slowly tasting your penis. You can feel Aya's hot breath as she quickens her pace. Her own hand moves towards her crotch, rubbing her clit as she sucks you off. You enjoy the pleasure and sight that she gives you. But Aya suddenly stops teasing you with her mouth and breathes out, covering her mouth – her voice of delight.
She falls back on the bed, panting. “S-Sorry...I just got too worked up.” Reaching up to your face, she pulls it down on her breasts. You feel the soft mounds against your cheeks. “Can I ask what type of boobs you like?”
“Yours.” You reply split-second.
Aya nuzzles against your neck. As an afterthought she adds, “...Cheater.”
She releases you, spreading her legs out to you. “Take me,” she whispers. Wet with anticipation, Aya's invitation allures you with her seduction. She places her self under you, ready to be eaten. So you'll eat.
You penetrate her easily, Aya already being wet from the foreplay. You gradually move your shaft deep inside. She shudders contently as your cock buries itself inside her. Each deliberate thrust changes her harsh breathing to an erotic moan. Lust drips from her cries and passion from her eyes. Your slow, coherent movements shift into quick, brief contact of flesh to flesh. Aya lacks the rationale to talk; neither do you. She convulses a second time as her pussy tightens around your erection – but you keep going. You feel your orgasm coming, so you almost violently speed up the intensity. She notices this, asking through sweet moans, “Are you coming soon!”
“Yes!” is all you can muster to yell out. Aya wraps her legs around your waist lovingly. You release into her, filling her insides up with your semen. Her third orgasm, she tightly grips the sheets of the bed as your cum slightly drips out.
She collapses on the bed, tongue slightly sticking out in sheer ecstasy. As Aya regains her breath, she shakes her head in dismay. “How embarrassing. I wanted to make you feel good too, but I got too excited.”
You hold her hand under the covers, chuckling. “This time was really different.”
She scoots closer to you, satisfied with the sensation of touch between you and her. “You know, about Momiji...”
“Hm?”
“I take it that you have already talked to her?”
“Aha, yeah. I got surprised! First of all, I would never have expected a marriage proposal in the first place.”
Aya laughs in high spirits. “Yeah, I didn't either. But Momiji came running shortly after she recuperated fully, barging through the door saying, 'Please let me be the one to marry him!' to me. I nearly fell off of my chair! I hope you know that she is devoted to you. So I gave her my blessings and wished her luck. Yet I was a bit jealous...so here I am. I don't even know what to do right now. What should I even do?”
“Do what you believe in, Aya.” You naturally respond back. “Whatever happens, I'll be by your side no matter what.”
“Really?” She asks for confirmation.
“Yes, really.” You answer back absolutely.
“No backing out, okay?” She reassures herself with great vigor. “Now then, let's clean up! There is a public conference today in about two hours. I think you should come too. It'll be important.”
“I'll be there.” You wait for Aya to get out of the covers, but she doesn't even attempt to take a step out, or even turn to the direction of the door. “...So, we should clean up, huh? Well...”
“Yes, it's a terrible situation.” She sighs and rolls off the bed. Aya sluggishly walks out the room, disappearing from sight. The covers seem nice and soft, but you roll off to retrieve your clothes. It would do you good to clean yourself up. Your muscles feel a bit better from the “exercise” but you can tell that the painkillers are wearing off.
You had just finished washing up when you spot Aya peeking out the door. You manage to find new clothes, apart from Momiji's traditional garb. As you finish dressing, you notice that Aya is still there, watching. “Do you need something?”
“Yes.” She opens the door just a crack.
“Feel free to come in.” Aya perks up as soon as you invite her in. She reclines on the chair next to yours, sitting down next to it. She slightly raises her hand, looking unsure at it. Reaching for your arm, she shies away at the last second. She does it one more time, but you entwine your fingers with hers.
“I should have told you earlier, but it slipped my mind. We were preoccupied at the time.” She puts it modestly. “But you have to meet up with Hatate.”
“When should I go, and where?” you question her.
“It'd be best if you meet with her as soon as possible. For both your sake and mine.” She hints vaguely. What does she mean by that, you wonder. A knocking is heard at the door, so Aya flaps her wings in readiness. She hoists herself on the windowsill, swinging her legs idly. “Go answer.”
“Will you be leaving?” you ask her in skepticism.
“This is a personal issue between you and her. It'd be best if I weren't here~” She lightly kicks you out the bedroom. Going through the living room, you open the door.
“Ah.” Hatate blinks once, mouth agape. She shakes off her sudden silence. “Is Aya in there? I really need to talk to her.”
You lead her inside to the bedroom. “Well, she was.” The window is open with the wind gently fluttering the curtains. “And she's gone.”
Hatate touches the door handle like if it was a delicate flower. The door squeaks as she pushes it to a close, leaving just you and her in the room. “I was going to talk to Aya, but this might be my last chance.” She frowns in disbelief. “Sorry, Shameimaru, but I'm doing it anyway.” The younger crow tengu advances on you. “After the fight ended, I had something I desired right in front of me, but couldn't take it. It belonged to someone else. I had no idea what to do, so I consulted Momiji. She told me to speak to Aya, to which I thought was a crazy idea. But I did end up asking Aya, and do you know what she told me?” Hatate scoffs disdainfully. “She told me that I could take you away. I could have said nothing and whisk you away. But instead I told her that she was a dumbass. I told her that I wanted you to be mine, and that she shouldn't throw you away. Aya somewhat agreed to both notions, but I wasn't too sure.” Pausing, she laughs with a slight bitterness. “Three tengu girls aiming for the same guy. Must be nice being loved and desired. But I digress.” She looks up to you, maintaining eye contact. “I don't have to be your wife, but let me be yours. Accept me, and I'll accept you unconditionally.”
Momiji knows, and Aya definitely knows. In a way, you were sort of glad that it turned out this way. You don't want to see Hatate's pained face anymore. Yet, she doggedly persisted on claiming you. You breathe calmly. “Don't let me hurt you again.”
“Is that a yes?” Her eyes widen in anxiety.
“Yeah.” You reply back resolutely.
Hatate's knees wobble and shake, causing her to fall over. She lands safely in your arms, embracing you tightly. She hiccups a few times, blinking often.
“Are you alright?” You say worriedly.
“Yeah.” She smiles ironically, with tears cascading down her cheeks. She rubs her eyes. “Hey,” she whispers inaudibly. “do you love me?”
“Truthfully, I think love is too strong of a word.” You stroke her hair as she rests her head on your shoulder. “I don't think I love you right now, but I want to give it a chance.”
“There will be time for that to happen right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then...” she affectionately lays her eyes on you. “Can you give me a kiss to finalize this conversation?”
You reply by tilting her backwards, leaning in forward to peck at her lavish lips.
Hatate giggles softly, “It's a lot better when you willingly give it to me.” She lets go of your grasp, unsteadily balancing herself.
“You okay?”
“I'm fine. I just need time to process everything that happened.” She winks cheerfully. “Now then, should we get going? The conference is probably going to start soon.”
“Oh?” You raise your eyebrow. “You heard about it too?”
“Please.” She sarcastically mentions, “Everybody in the whole village knows about it now.”
…
“It has been a long time since the word “execution” struck into our memories. So long has it that we may have repressed the thought and locked it safely away to the corner of our minds.” Aya voices to her people. She wears a veiled frown on her face. “And yet, we have come here to finally lick our wounds and move on.” Murmurs come from the crowd but quickly die down once Aya starts speaking again. “The very man who had mercilessly called for the execution is now clipped and will be locked in recluse. A nice cave, fitting for a man of his nature. Any complaints, sir?” She turns her head right, but the person in question is blocked by the huge mass of tengu. No answer. Aya wearily grins from her elevated podium. “You see, friends, it is this man that set everything up. Why did the other clan collapse? Why had all the blame been placed on one poor tengu? It was power that sparked this entire incident. But I digress. The dead can rest easy, now that the person who had directly caused all this trouble is now powerless and isolated.”The large gathering of tengu bow their heads in silence.
But a low voice growls from the distance, loud enough for everybody to hear. “And what about the human?” The loud outburst breaks the moment of quiet with the crowd chattering incoherently. The voice that spoke out is definitely the chancellor's, without a doubt.
“Is there a problem?” Aya inquires. She remains level-headed, but a sharpness in her eyes seem to pierce at her target.
“Why was a lowly human in the village, let alone meddling in tengu affairs?”
“You mean the human that virtually saved one of our own kind by facing against an impossible adversary?” Aya stares at the chancellor in disgust. “The rule that humans should have nothing to do with the tengu used to be a necessary precaution but that is the extent of the rule – a precaution. And an outdated one at that! It was when we were only a military race. We haven't had a war or battle in hundreds of years! But it is time to start changing. And any human who protects another with his own life deserves to be here, regardless of race or species.”
The pack of people murmurs in approval, nodding their heads. The chancellor speaks no word.
“And speaking of the human...” Aya singles you out in an instant, pointing to you in the middle of the crowd. “I was informed that he had renewed the Bunbunmaru News in my stead. Yet, not even one article was published during the whole time of his jurisdiction. This is unacceptable! You are fired.”
“Huh!?” You exclaim in shock, along with several others of the congregation.
“I will be taking back my rightful place in the Bunbunmaru News.” She boldly declares to the whole village. “I may or may not be a good a leader, but I have learned something from this ordeal. I have to do what is right. I am not Lord Shameimaru.” She halfheartedly smiles, bowing to the whole village. Not a word is spoken with even the most vocal of tengu silent. “I'm just the humble newspaper reporter, Aya Shameimaru. Thank you very much. And no, I will not be answering any questions.”
Dashing through the large mob of people, Aya rushes towards you, oblivious to the sudden ruckus. She clears a path for herself, going against the flow of the crowd. You sneak through the tengu, running to Aya. The two of you duck out of the mixture of people, she beckons to you. You grin ecstatically and take her hand.