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The crow tengu stood in a quiet, simmering temper in the rampant snow. Her wings, cluttered in white, could be likened to an angel's. Dusting off the specks of white on her person, the angel muttered: “I despise this season.”
Hatate Himekaidou buried herself deeper into her muffler, silently cursing winter once more. She longed for a very particular kind of warmth. She did not long for the warmth of friendship, nor did she long for the warmth of a lover. Hatate longed for the sincere, pure, devoted warmth that only a blazing fire could provide. However, since she had neither friend nor fire present, the warmth of a lover would have to do.
A male appeared in a flash of white, shaking off the loose packets of snow from his coat. His complexion held varying hues of red that indicated both the sharpness of wind and his level of anxiety. Upon making eye contact with the tengu, the man breathed a sigh of relief. He had arrived.
Hatate's irritation at the weather quickly subsided at the arrival of the human. If there were anything good about the winter, mused the crow, it would be the fact that lovers tend to cuddle during a cold spell. True to Hatate's observations, the man shivered and nestled up close to her for some warmth. The crow simpered, pressing against him happily. She, seizing the opportunity, wrapped her arm around his and enjoyed the simple pleasure that was the contact between their hands.
“Hatate,” the man breathed, blowing out her name in a puff of air. “Did you wait long?”
“Longer than I would have preferred,” said the crow. She settled into the man's chest, seeking some heat before her travel. “The cold and I never seem to make peace. I always wonder how Momiji survives the night patrol when I myself succumb to the frost in nigh an hour.”
“Inubashiri is a tough one,” the man replied, his mind briefly wandering to the wolf tengu. “The difference lies in your poor constitution.”
“Just what are you insinuating?” frowned Hatate, her irritation creeping up her cheeks. She pouted, breaking off and walking ahead of the man. “Are you implying I am weak?”
“I'd never.” The man turned the crow around, brushing aside a lock of her hair endearingly. Hatate blushed, the red reaching the tip of her ears. It put a smile on the man's face, one that was just warm enough to make Hatate cease her shivering.. “I am saying you're delicate.”
“How precious. Me,” she scoffed, “delicate.”
“Are you not?” asked the man. He pulled the tengu into a deep hug, stroking her head. “You are permitted to lie, but it is obvious when you utter falsities.”
“I am not,” denied Hatate. In a sudden fit, the crow pushed the man away, reeling back for a sneeze. Still, she held her head up high. Eyes watery and nose slightly running, she repeated herself. “I am delicate in no such fashion.”
Her human merely nodded; the tengu's pride would allow him to proceed no further. “Then,” he said, reaching for her hand. “Shall we?”
Hatate nodded, giving his hand a slight squeeze. “Let's.”
The path back home was perilous – Hatate worried that she might perish by frost. She tucked in her wings and wrapped her arms about herself. Though her partner offered up his coat, the crow would have no affiliation with it. She would rather die of cold than appear weak and frail.
Both the human and the crow arrived at the foot of the tengu village. The gate stood firm, and its gatekeeper more so. Momiji Inubashiri held vigil, her hand tapping at the hilt of her sheathed blade. “Hatate,” greeted the wolf, giving a curt nod to the two. “Safe travels?”
“By the strict definition of the word, I suppose so,” replied the crow. “The snow is an object of malice and I wish it to be gone from the world.”
“I wonder whether a winter will pass where you will not complain of it,” the wolf laughed.
The crow huffed. “I did not ask for your opinion.”
“I know you did not.” The guard stepped away, granting passage to the human and the crow. “And also,” Momiji added, a subtle smile hinting at the end of her lips. “I shall turn way from the village tonight. I believe I will not be able to hear anything from the village if I do so. Safe passage, friends.”
Hatate ignored the guard, passing by with increased pace of foot. Only the chattering of her teeth prevented the crow from uttering a biting response. Instead, she sighed and forcibly pulled the man closer to her. The road to her house was a silent one. Hurriedly, Hatate dragged along the human. She wanted nothing to do with the cold.
The crow unlocked the door to her home – she had survived. The reflection of her person marred the clear glass in the windows, a mantle of white adorning her shoulders. She brushed off the snow in a fit of irritation. “Unsightly,” she scowled to herself.
Once the door was closed, Hatate threw off her muffler and slid off her coat. She untied her ribbons and tossed the frost from her brown locks with a quick shake of her head, letting packets of snow drop to the floor. With her hair undone and her clothes disheveled, Hatate deliberately slid off the left shoulder of her robe and sat herself down on a nearby chair. She stared at the man with curious intensity. “Now come embrace me. It's too cold for you to not be here at my side.”
“Of course,” he said, lightly restraining himself from touching her in rough fashion. He laid a gentle hand on the crow, cupping her cheek endearingly. The warmth of contact allowed her cheeks to breathe, flushing red in heat. Her tiny shoulders shuddered in relief. That proved to be the tipping point. He scooped her up into his arms and escorted her over to the other side of the house.
Hatate glanced over to the bedroom. “Isn't it too early in the evening for that?” Still, she made no explicit rejection to his advances and so he took her into the room.
He threw her into the bed gently, but not too gently, and started to undress her. The robe slid off with no complication, dropping to the edge of the bed. Hatate allowed him to trace her breasts, patiently sitting on top of the covers. He undressed himself as well, preparing himself for what was to come.
“You know,” she whispered into her lover's ear, “my panties are still on. Why is that, I wonder?”
He replied with his hands, moving down her hips to pull down her undergarment. Hatate daintily lifted her legs up, allowing him to slip the panties down her thighs and out of the way. As soon as she was rid of her underwear, Hatate hid under the covers.
“Now get under the blanket already,” the crow demanded. “The cold will take me before you do.”
The man complied, joining Hatate under the sheets. He kissed her chest, playing with her nipples with his hot tongue. He leaned up to nibble on her nape, fondling her modest and soft breasts.
“...You've an odd fixation on my chest.” Hatate, shivering in pleasure, pushed the man away for a moment. “Every time, you do this. You know how I feel about them. I pray to the gods above that my breasts will one day fill your hands. But again and again, I must acknowledge that we live in a cruel and unforgiving world.”
“Your chest is fine,” he smiled, rubbing her cheek affectionately. “I actually like your chest. I like everything that you are.”
“U-Uhm, ah...” Hatate stammered, smitten with desire. But she recovered quickly, pulling the human closer and harrumphing. “I wouldn't settle for anything less.”
He chuckled and pressed his fingers below. She sank lower into the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. Hatate trembled in pleasure as he used his other hand to caress her breast. Her moans prompted him to quicken in pace until Hatate could take it no longer. She arched her back, crying out in ecstasy. The human let her wind down from her orgasm. When she was finished, he glanced at the tengu lovingly.
“Well? Continue!” Hatate finally said, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know you love to dawdle, but let's keep going.”
“Of course.” He pinned her down on the bed, kissing her roughly. In response, she wrapped her legs around the man, letting him do as he pleased to her. The man pushed into her, forcing out a sweet moan from his partner. Hatate rocked with his rhythm, pressing her body into him as tightly as possible. He shook the bed, viciously pushing into her hips.
Hatate wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She reached out for a kiss, leaning up to her partner's face. He kissed her full lips and prodded his tongue with hers, reaching behind her. He distracted her with his left hand on her breast, his right going for Hatate's back. In one motion, the human slid his index finger down the base of her wings.
Then the crow yelped, letting out a scream of pure bliss. The human derived satisfaction from that. He ravaged her entire body mercilessly, renewed with burning lust from her shouting. Gripping Hatate's wrists, he increased his tempo and pushed her down roughly, about to let everything out. “C-Can I?” he asked between grunts.
“Yes, you idiot! Yes!” The crow let out one final cry. He twitched, filling Hatate fully. She panted to catch her breath, basking in the afterglow. The human pulled up the sheets and stroked Hatate's hair gently.
Then the crow shuddered, prompting the man to envelop her in his arms. As quickly as the heat between bodies came, it disappeared shortly after. Now Hatate was shivering. After a moment of silence, she asked her partner, “Shall we take a hot bath?”
“I do not mind.” He sat upright in the bed, grinning at the tengu still in his arms. “Cold again?”
“Very much so,” she sniffled. Hatate hurried out of the bed to snatch her robe from the ground and dress herself. “Now go warm the water.”
“As you wish.” With a final laugh, he added, “I have such a cute princess to take care of.”
“You are lucky that I love you,” Hatate spat out.
“You are right. I am a very lucky man.” He put his own robe back on, kissing her on her forehead. “I love you too, Hatate.”
“Hurry up and go warm the bath, you.” Hatate shooed away her lover. She still hated the winter. But with him, she felt a little better about the season. Just a little. At that time, Hatate realized something.
“Oh,” she said, blushing to herself.
Momiji wondered if she could guard the tengu village with earplugs.