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[X] “Maybe I do care about you, Aya.”
A month of pain.
“Maybe I do care about you, Aya.”
The light in Aya’s eyes twitch a hair to the side. A subtle distance that makes her mysterious. Alluring. The five seconds after I speak, Aya’s still looking into me. A thought passes into my mind.
“Did I say something strange?” I can feel the dead weight behind my own eyes. “Was that surprising?”
That expression creeps into her face. Along with her interest, her curiosity. Like she’s amused.
I am interested in that part of Aya. The Aya that appears when she doesn’t have anything clever to say. A silent Aya whose only tells are the movements on her body. Sometimes, I spot the details. Details, meaning, her thoughts or feelings expressed as small twitches of muscle here or there.
“Maybe it was.” Aya straightens up, now looking down at me more than before.
“I thought maybe that…well.” She chuckles to herself. Her smile pulls at my chest. “It’s not a problem anymore. Don’t worry about it.”
I don’t know how heavy the dull feeling behind my eyes can get.
If I’m any example to go by, then I know I have reactions that give away my emotions. As a wolf tengu, that’s in our nature. But for whatever reason, Aya makes it a habit to kill those reactions by talking. Though, there is a difference between her and other crow tengu, or people in general. That is, when she fails to speak. My glimpse of her when she has nothing to say. Aya in her true form, or truer than when she’s covering herself with her words.
“You’re not going to make it clear?”
“Boss can tell you all the secrets she knows about me.” She rubs her lips with the back of her forefinger. “But there’re some things I want to keep for myself. Things you don’t have to worry about.”
“I’m worrying because you’re keeping them to yourself.”
“And I’m saying you don’t have to worry about them.”
She’s not going to tell me, is she?
“If you want,” That expression gets worse, “you can always fight me for it. Of course, that depends if you end up on top, doesn’t it?”
Maybe I’m attracted to that part of Aya, too. Maybe there’s some kind of beauty in how annoying she can be. Not that being an annoyance is a positive trait, but it’s the best way to explain that part of her. Yes, Aya says things that annoy people. But how and when she decides to act that way gives me a way to read her thoughts. Is she hiding something? What emotions does she reveal based on her remarks? Or maybe I even learn a bit of her thoughts? She likely does the same for me, as well. Of course, I give as little as I can to her. If I didn’t learn how to restrain myself against Aya, she’d treat me like everyone else.
That’s to say, she’d ignore me. Wouldn’t she?
I look over at the Chief.
“So what do we do now?”
“Now?” The Chief stands. “Now, we get to business.”
Striding around behind her desk, she places her hand on the wall. With a gentle push, the wall slides away as though it were a hidden passage. Candles hover inside the darker room. Though similar mats cover the floor, a large, circular bed complete with sheets, blankets, and pillows lies in the center of the room.
The Chief points with her thumb. “It’s prepared depending on what I need. And since I thought you guys would be needing it soon, then here you go.”
The smile on Aya’s face beckons me before she turns to the Chief.
“You sure it’s not because there’re a lot more tengus getting together?”
“There aren’t a lot of idiots these days. But since the current generation’s getting to that age.”
Unable to understand the conversation, I follow the other two into the room. Though, either the atmosphere from before returns, or Aya and the Chief exchange silent words. After a few seconds, the Chief clears her throat.
“You know, I’m not normally this nervous when I have to do this.”
“I suppose you would be.” Aya taps her foot, along with one of my getas, on the tatami mat. “But tradition’s tradition. Don’t make it too weird just because I’m here.”
“So…I’m not saying I’m reluctant, but it’s required for you,” I look over at the Chief, “and I to…together?”
It’s not just because I’m more comfortable with Aya. It’s also because the Chief can be considered a stranger to me. Along with being Lord Tenma.
The Chief sighs at the bed before walking toward it. “It’s not `required`. However, tradition states that the more involved I am with this ritual, the less misfortune the couple experiences if they decide to continue their relationship.” She sits, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Flipping that around, it’s about giving a couple `the chief’s blessings`. Politically, it’s about making sure no one hassles anyone who decides to get married.”
“Of course,” Aya says next to me before I ask, “we’re not getting married. Think of it more like…`insurance`, in case anyone decides to speak badly us.”
“But that’s only in public.”
“Actually,” The Chief cuts in, “that’s part of the reason why we need to do this. Especially considering how you think about Aya.”
She takes a deep breath before continuing.
“When we do this, no one can do anything about your relationship. They have to respect it as much as they respect me being chief. I’ve done it for many tengu already, and none have experienced any mishaps in terms of their relationships so far. That doesn’t mean people don’t get hurt at all or things like that. Just that, in terms of all parties involved, nothing breaks up that relationship. Jealousy, desire, commitment, you name it. It also doesn’t mean you can’t go back on your relationship just because you do this. It isn’t marriage. But it’s a pretty damn good way to make a marriage last.”
I take in her words for a moment, with Aya silent beside me.
“And what if someone still tries to get in the way despite knowing this?”
With a single laugh, the Chief answers.
“I get involved.”
The Chief takes a long breath from her pipe. She blows a stream of smoke for five seconds before placing the pipe in her shirt.
“Well. Would you two care to wash up before we do this?”
“Already did.” I can hear the grin in Aya’s voice.
The Chief stares at Aya for a second.
“I’m not aware of any special bathing rituals before doing anything.”
“It’s just something I didn’t want to know before we did anything.”
“All I said was that we already washed up.”
“Fuck you, Aya.”
Sighing, the Chief looks at me with eyebrows raised back to normal.
“I’ll leave you two while I clean myself off. Not that I mind being clean. Feel free to get started, I’ll join in soon.”
With a wave of the hand, she flies back to the other side of the room with a few beats of her wings. The Chief glances back to see Aya wave before sliding open a door on the wall, leaving.
Now I’m alone with Aya.
“So? What do you think?”
I turn to Aya.
“Boss. Great, isn’t she?”
“I’ve only known her for under an hour.” I stare over the smile on Aya’s face. “I don’t think I can say.”
“And you’ve known me for under a month, depending on what you mean.”
The click of my getas on her feet count the steps Aya takes to me. Her wings bob toward and away from me. She stands less than an arm’s length from my body. Her eyes look down at my chest for a few seconds, before looking back up at me.
“With a crow standing on your back, you just keep going on with life, don’t you?”
Her eyelids narrow. Her smile weighs into my body.
“Even then. You care for me.”
Her voice softens. It’s less seductive than it is…personal.
My eyes look over at the bed. “It’s what I think.”
After I say this, Aya walks over to it. With a turn, she hops onto the sheets.
“Then what do you think about Boss joining us?”
Her feet kicks off both of my getas. They clatter with soft pats onto the floor. Her eyes are still on me.
“I don’t mind. But I’m not completely comfortable with it.” I take a step toward Aya. Two more steps. “I don’t hate it. It’s just…different.”
“You don’t like things being different?” Aya reaches out with a foot toward my knee.
My heart beats. It’s been over an hour since bathing at the waterfall. But when I walk close enough for Aya to drag her foot up my leg, the desire grows as though we hadn’t had sex today. I can hear my breathing for a second. Aya leaning back like that doesn’t calm me down. Not that that would be desirable right now. But if I do have feelings for Aya…how would I even start? Besides following my desire to jump her.
I stand over Aya. She lies back onto the bed, arms crossed over her stomach.
“You’re going to leave me like this, alone?”
She wants me to undress. I’m focused on her naked body. How many times have I had sex with her so far? And of those times, how many times have I looked over her body? How many more times will her body amaze me? Licking my lips excites me. Seeing Aya breathe through her parted lips excites me. Then there’s her stare. All of the insult in her eyes is gone. There’s still a bit of sexual teasing. The rest? The rest is personal. Her staring into me.
I have a question to ask.
“Why do you like me?”
As I begin to strip, Aya’s mouth closes. She’s still looking at me. But.
“That’s a little direct, isn’t it?”
“Is this something else you don’t want me worrying about?”
Her eyes open a hair’s width.
“No. But is the answer to that question really what you want to know before we do this?”
Unwrapping my sarashi, it falls around me and joins the rest of my clothes. A ring around my feet. I haven’t moved otherwise, standing in front of Aya.
“So you’ll tell me?” I say as one of her legs bend, her foot now on the bed.
Aya bends her other leg. “If you want it.”
“I want to know.”
“Really.” Aya rolls onto her side. Her head tilts. She’s still staring at me. “Maybe it’s not as complicated as you’re making it.”
“It’s never as simple as you say it.” I respond. “Usually.”
I wait for Aya. She speaks.
“Well, you’re strong. You’re not bad to look at. And as much as I disagree with how you think about things that happen, I can’t disagree with your reasons as much.”
“So you do like that I think things through?” I filter her words. “That I’m a `thinker` like the Chief mentioned? That seems normal to me.”
Aya laughs once. “Compared to others? I’m not saying you’re strong just to be nice. Among anyone who believes in keeping old traditions, or believes in their instincts, anyone else isn’t as capable as you are. Thinking more than the average person isn’t something to look down on.”
“There’s certainly something bad about me, too.” I say.
“Of course. I don’t think you’re thinking as great as you could. You’re not the most insightful of people. But like I said, you do more than the usual tengu. So it makes up for it. Somewhat.”
So I’m not as intelligent as Aya, according to her. But I did ask for my own bad points.
Aya’s chest rises and falls. “But that’s more part of the past. Now? Time does make a difference. Over time, I think you either hate or love people more than you do before. From the time we’ve been together, I haven’t thought worse of you. Maybe, like Boss said, we haven’t been together long enough. Maybe you’ll get tired of me. But one thing I’ll let you know. I’ll never get tired of you.”
And in what way is that? I feel like I’m frozen. Numb.
I’m staring at Aya. She rises, sitting up. Staring right into my eyes. She stands, as close as she was before we moved over to the bed. Her hands fold behind her back, and she breathes out a silent laugh.
“Like that. The way you are now, I’ll never get tired of it.”
I don’t know how I look to Aya. But I think I understand what she’s saying.
I notice her arms wrap around my back, her hands just past my sides. I let her pull me on top of her, supporting my body with my hands as Aya lies back onto the bed.
With a glimpse of that expression, Aya stares up at me.
“On top of that. You fuck me well.”
She bends her leg, pressing it into my chest. My hand moves behind her knee, and her foot rises in front of my face. I plant my forehead on the bottom of it.
“Is that a compliment?” I say before opening my mouth.
My tongue glances the side of her foot as her leg falls onto my shoulder. Aya balances her knee, rubbing her other leg on my hips. I lower my erection above her entrance. With her free leg, she pushes on my breast far enough that I can reach her foot with my mouth in comfort. Aya takes a deep breath.
“Who else would do it as well?”
I give a small lick at her toe. Aya holds the breath she was taking. I push my cock inside her with a hand, then latch onto her foot with my teeth.
…Aya’s tighter than usual. Going straight for her feet seems to do that. Her legs work, too, but anything works as long as I’m biting, licking, or touching. Her toe bends over my teeth. The muscles in her legs harden and expand. Her knee over my shoulder bends farther, her leg flattening above my back. I’m not surprised that going slower and concentrating on her lower body is more pleasurable than going fast and concentrating on myself. At least, that seems to be the case so far.
Leaning forward and propping her arms onto the bed, Aya starts rocking her body back and forth. Our hips grind every now and then. But more than that, her foot bumps into my lips. Her toes reach more of my tongue. One pokes the top of my mouth. I breathe hard, the shocks from these points shooting into my spine. When I suck on what I can, those shocks run down my spine lower inside of me. Then, my tongue drags under her foot and toe. A cycle that’s completed when I push into Aya. Aya falls back onto the bed, resigning herself to lifting and lowering her body.
Which is fine. There’s that heat growing inside of me that wants me to do more. More than biting her other toes. More than digging my nails into her thighs. Even rubbing my shoulder against the back of her leg.
I stop moving my hips. Not out of shock. The words just stop me. But a pant seeps out of my mouth while I continue licking her foot.
The Chief’s is in front of me, where she left the room.
“Try and relax.” Her voice gets closer. “Focus on the pleasure, and I’ll do my best to keep quiet. While getting involved.”
Aya wiggles herself in my mouth, a satisfied grin on her face. My mind knows the Chief is approaching. But my eyes are on Aya’s. The seductive observation asking what I’m going to do.
“Don’t stop now.” Her heel kicks on the back of my shoulder. “Keep going.”
As I start moving, hard hands close around my hip and grab at my breast. Something large and soft presses into my back, pressing me harder against Aya.
Breasts. The Chief’s breasts. And something…poking against my entrance?
“Hey.” I see Aya speak. “I thought you’re supposed to let her do you?”
“She is, in a different way.” The Chief says from behind me. “But I can’t exactly just take her from you, can I?”
Whatever’s pushing into me is cold. Colder than what I’d expect should go in there.
“Just relax and enjoy.” Aya calls to me, muffling my voice by jabbing her toes deeper. “Treat the toy like it’s me.”
I wince as the object enters. Its coolness turns into a shock, a direct shot that runs through into my cock. The Chief rocks her hips, and I breathe out in pants until I can feel her warm hips behind me.
“Move however you want.” Her palm meshes into my breast and my nipple. “I’ll adjust.”
I push and pull myself inside of Aya, and the Chief follows by doing the opposite. My cock hardens further, and I tighten around the hard object inside of me. Over the pleasure is a strange coolness that radiates from what the Chief has inside me. A touch that isn’t Aya. My body hesitates when I thrust forward, unsure of pulling back when the Chief does the same. My teeth don’t let go of the two toes in my mouth.
The few seconds that the Chief stayed inside me as I moved was already arousing. But her apparent experience with synchronizing her movements to my own numbs my waist. It must be pleasurable, seeing how Aya stares up at me as though she’s watching something interesting. Then there’s the Chief, who matches my pace. As powerful as her hands feel on my body, nothing about the way she rubs me hurts. As deep as she thrusts inside, she never snaps her hips inside of me like I do for Aya sometimes.
“You don’t want to get off, Boss?” Aya sighs.
The Chief plants a kiss on my back. “You usually talk this much?”
“Is it wrong? You’re having sex with someone who’s having sex with me.”
The tension inside of me winds into a knot. The Chief behind me adds on top of the usual pleasure.
Gentle. That’s what it feels like. The Chief flicks at my nipple with a finger, or smooths her palm up from under my breasts. Either I’m thrusting into warmth, or pulling back and filling myself with the toy inside me. When the Chief changes her pace, I’m either pushing in with the Chief fully inside me, or pulling out with the Chief ready to thrust inside again. The occasional kiss somewhere on my back doesn’t stop me from getting any warmer. Dealing with Aya’s foot in my mouth, I can’t say anything even if I wanted to.
“Want to try it, Boss?” Aya inhales a sweet sigh. “Reach around and put something inside her mouth.”
Aya lowers her foot. Several thrusts later, a hand slides up my neck, over my cheek, and dips a finger through the corner of my mouth. It turns, and my tongue drags up the length and begins to lick. The Chief slows down, breaking her pace, to explore my mouth.
It’s not familiar. I can feel the hesitation.
“You two enjoy this kind of thing?” Her finger opens my mouth.
Aya places her foot on the front of my arm. “Momiji does.”
My teeth bite down, and I feel the Chief attempt to pull out. But I don’t bite down hard enough to hurt. I squeeze enough to stop her finger from touching any more of my mouth for the moment. Long enough to let my sensitivity die down. I take two deep breaths. The Chief and I continue to move against or with each other, and Aya slips her foot on the back of my hand. As I grab onto it, holding it level near my shoulder, Aya laughs.
“I enjoy this a lot more.”
Before she finishes, I begin rubbing my fingers along the bottom of her foot, some between her toes. Aya sighs. I hear a short gust of air from the Chief’s nose behind me.
“Do whatever you two want.” Is all she says before inching her finger onto my tongue.
I suck on the Chief’s finger. To deal with the pleasure assaulting me, I suck in time with my movements. As pleasurable as it is, I’d rather prolong it than intensify it. If only because I feel my body can’t handle it all.
My current sensitivity to pleasure stops me from doing anything. On my knees, the Chief thrusting into me from behind controls any movement of my hips. Aya lies on the bed, with me sitting inside her, as I take the object from behind and enjoy the finger sliding in and out of my mouth. My hand is the sole part of my body I know I’m moving, grasping and squeezing Aya’s foot.
And Aya seems to be fine with that. The amusement hasn’t died from her face.
“So anyone will do as long as you get your mouth fucked?” She stares at me. The foot I’m not holding slides up my stomach, avoiding the Chief’s hand and pressing into my breast. “I thought you cared about me.”
Within the multiple assaults of pleasure, my mind points out that the large majority of my current pleasure is the Chief’s doing. If there’s any unconditional understanding, though, it’s Aya lifting her hips in an attempt to urge me to move of my own accord. That, and the bottom of her foot rubbing into my nipple.
Aya brings a finger across her mouth. “Boss. You think you can take it easier?”
I pant through the Chief’s finger as she presses her nose on my hair, lips touching the back of my neck.
“Normally,” Her arm presses into my stomach, “this is where I go for a reach-around. But because you guys do things like this.”
I understand the meaning of her words when her finger attempts to swirl in my mouth. My tongue catches it, the underside flattening it and sending a shock down my chin. The Chief also speeds up inside me, breathing onto my skin.
It’s still gentle. As fast as she thrusts almost the whole length of her toy inside me, not once do I feel her skin hit me from behind. It’s…romantic? As can be? The angle the object pushes inside me rubs at a pleasurable spot near the base of my penis. Enough to push some of the pleasure through it.
My hand squeezes Aya’s foot tighter as my cock throbs inside her. My body attempts to move. But the numb wetness thrusting in and out between my thighs overwhelms me. That, and Aya’s still watching me. Her other foot cranes into my breast more, her toes digging into my skin.
It’s not that I’m enjoying being fucked by the Chief. It’s that I’m with Aya, getting it in my mouth, being fucked, and inside of Aya all at once. I’m being fondled and touched on top of that. Trying to pleasure Aya. The frustration builds up. But my body can’t last.
Aya drags her foot over my chest, just under my throat.
I think I moan as I come. I close my eyes, I know that much.
My free hand grabs the Chief’s wrist, and my fingers slide more of hers into my mouth. All while staring into Aya’s eyes. Somewhere, behind that stomach of hers, I’m throbbing and shooting into her body. My mouth opens wider, enough that I can graze more of the Chief’s fingers with my teeth. All while still being taken from behind, although the Chief presses her body against mine. Rubbing her waist into me from behind. I pant, several times between the Chief breathing through my hair into her nose. I draw my hips back, and I feel the Chief do the same to allow me to withdraw from Aya. The small drop of semen from my cock tells me that I came. And when the Chief’s hand drops from my mouth, Aya replaces them with two of her toes. I open my mouth enough for her to do so, letting her and I have our fill.
Or rather, fill ourselves with what we can.
“…We’re not done here.” Aya moves her big toe inside in a circle “Are we?”
I know. She’s just as unsatisfied as I am. Holding her other foot by her ankle, I’m licking at her toes as the Chief draws back.
“We are if you guys have had enough.” She lets out a deep breath.
There’s a pause. The Chief thinks for a second.
She must have realized what we were thinking.
“…What.” I can hear the small disbelief in her voice. “You guys are that active?”
“Boss.” I can see Aya holding in her laughter. Her cruel laughter. “It doesn’t even have to be me. But I didn’t get to come. Besides. Do either of us look like we’ve had enough?”
I close my eyes and continue to devour all of Aya’s foot. A nibble there. A lick here. A glance at Aya now and again.
She’s right. I might not have anything left inside me, physically. But the desire’s there. Every part of my body wants to continue.
I rise on my knees and sit back, my sides face both Aya and the Chief.
“It might be a thing.” I respond to the Chief’s tightened lips. “I like doing…that, and Aya enjoys the same.”
“Ah.” The Chief slurs her confirmation. “You know, neither of you have clits. So I don’t have an easy way to help out even if I wanted to.”
“Good thing I told you Momiji’s weak point, didn’t I?” Aya bends her knees in, feet spreading. She pokes toward my knee. “So? How should we solve this?”
She really wants to get off.
“So you want me?” I speak before the Chief does. My eyes look down on her foot, clenching and relaxing the toes.
Trying to tease me.
“Anything’s fine with me.” The Chief rummages for her pipe. “Except doing it with Aya.”
“Come on, Boss.” Aya looks over at her. “If you want to try it, I’m all for it.”
“Again, this is about you two. I’m here for formal reasons.”
My hand falls next to my leg, my fingernails scratching under Aya’s extended foot. She turns her head back to me.
“How do you want it?” She replies to my last question.
One of her hands lies on her stomach, just about her erect cock.
The slight smile on her face means she wants to try. Try making me cry out or writhe in ecstasy, break me in some way. Just like she would if I was guarding on the mountain. That’s how I make the connection.
I challenge her stare. No reply.
“I can finally make good on that promise.”
I hate the smile on her face. Even if there’s a thrill that enjoys that hate.
“Wait.” I hear the realization in the Chief’s voice. “Did you guys really do that? And with my move?”
“I was curious.” Aya laughs.
The Chief groans.
I understand the frustration.
“If you don’t want to see it,” Aya clenches her toes again, looking over at me, “maybe you’d like to give to Boss this time?”
I don’t have a problem with that. But there is something on my mind. Something that I’ll make known to Aya if we’re really going to be mutual about our relationship.
“Are you going to keep asking me to take whatever you want from me?”
I know she knows what I mean. I know that much, after Aya’s expression gets worse.
“You don’t like it,” Aya drags her toe on and off the skin of my knee, “then maybe you should make it clearer?”
I hear the Chief sigh, and I do too. Just not out loud. Not when my eyes are locked with Aya’s.
I can take her. Or she, and the Chief, can take me. Whoever’s taking the lead, Aya will get her satisfaction. Even if it’s being called submissive, maybe I’ve gotten used to it. It’s not like I’m never going to be dominant. Or be “on top”, as Aya puts it. At the very least, it means she has more to say against me.
“Either way.” Aya sits up. “We still need to decide. We’ve already done what we need to, right Boss?”
The Chief smokes. “Right. I can watch or participate, but everything’s already set. Besides making it public, which I’ll take care of later.”
“So how about it?”
Aya leans in my direction, sitting closer to me.
So she wants to multiply herself again. Or, the Chief will be involved again. I’m erect again, but unless I decide to take lead, I don’t think I’ll get to experience sex with the Chief. And if Aya double teams, triple teams me, or whatever, all I can expect is a hand on me.
Aya leans closer with a hand on the bed. Her smile. Her narrowed eyes. I don’t stop her. I sit there.
Aya kisses me.
She closed her eyes. My heart beats. Then, I lean forward.
To return the favor.
I do enjoy everything that touches my mouth.
“So?” Her tongue slips over her lips once.
I’m aroused again.
 I’ll let Aya “gangbang” me.
 We’ll do it with the Chief.
 I’ll take the lead.
 Aya takes the lead.