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“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 wasgoing 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?”

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Kazehana anxiously waited outside, having sunk below the window. She wasn’t sure if she should invite herself in or keep waiting. The door was right there, around the corner. She’d pointed to it, and she was fairly certain Minato had seen her. What was she expecting to happen, if not-

KRRRRRM!

“There!” she heard Benitsubasa shout. “I let the air in. Don’t get any ide-AH, YEAH! GET IT IN THERE! -think I’m letting you go any-WHERE! FUCK!”

“Where else would… Would I want to be-!”

Kazehana panted and fanned herself. Those two… That cock… Minato… Dirty thoughts filled her mind and pushed out any feelings of doubt she’d had. Matsu’s going to be so jealous that she missed this.

Standing up, she strutted around the corner of the building to where the door had been vaporized by a beam of pink energy. No, wait, there it was: lying bent and crumpled, about two meters away from where it had flown off its hinges. She only hoped that pink laser didn’t tip Matsu off, not before Kazehana could get herself off. Twice, if time allowed it.

Stepping through the hole, the raven-haired beauty was immediately the center of attention. Benitsubasa stopped her feverish gyrations and gaped in shock at being discovered.

“Wha-?! Y-You’re-!” Her legs tensed and trembled. Dealing with Kazehana would mean letting Minato out from inside her. Kazehana wouldn’t allow it.

“First of all…” The Wind Sekirei pointed two fingers at Minato. A small gust of wind swept up the dust and dirty from the floor and turned it into a circular sander, tearing through Minato’s ropes until they were weak enough to snap.

“No! Not yet!” Benitsubasa grimaced at Kazehana. “Ah!”

Minato’s hands flew to her ass, bouncing and shaking those plump cheeks in his hands like a kid trying to guess the contents of his Christmas presents.

“Now it’s my turn to get comfortable,” Kazehana said, reaching down to her skirt. Like one giant sock, or perhaps a body-sized condom, Kazehana peeled her purple dress up her body with practiced ease, drawing two sets of eyes to her magnificent bust as it slipped free and bounced down. Freed from their prison of “public decency”, Kazehana’s gazongas bounced and settle into their seduction position, her full, firm underboob about halfway between her navel and her solar plexus.

“Aaaah, I just love feeling the wind,” she said, tossing her dress aside. “Now… Room for one more?”

“F-Fuck off! I saw him first!” Benitsubasa snarled, leaning forward before wincing. Minato’s dick must’ve hit something sensitive.

“From the look of things, he’s got more than enough to share,” Kazehana cooed, walking up until she was staring down at Benitsubasa’s reddened and sweating face through the Mariana Trench that was her cleavage. “We all do, in our own way.”

Minato blushed harder than he already was, but his hands didn’t stop. They clearly wanted to see every single shape that Benitsubasa’s stacked ass could make.

“You just want to- FUCK ME!” The pinkette came as Minato squeezed her ass hard and thrust his entire length into her.

“Since you asked,” Kazehana smirked, hands on her hips, “I’d be happy to. This body of mine’s had too many lonely nights, with no one to play with it. No one to show it the love it wants. Although...”

She picked up her girls and bounced them in her hands, letting her partners see how they sloshed and spilled over her hands. “We need to do something about this breast-envy I’m sensing. Here…”

Sliding an arm beneath her overfilled water balloons, Kazehana settled atop Benitsubasa’s squatting thighs. If either of them had thought to bring a strapon, Kazehana could’ve joined in and made a sexual conga line. For now, though...

“Feel free to borrow mine.”

When the Red Sekirei hesitated, Kazehana gave her a hint: she reached up and pulled Benitsubasa into her chest, wrapping her gigantic jugs around the young woman’s face until only her eyes were uncovered.

“Say, Minato?” Kazehana said, smirking at him now, too. “How many times have you fantasized about doing this with me? And don’t lie; we’re all friends here.”

Minato swallowed, his hips beginning to move on their own. “Not with Benitsubasa.”

The Red Sekirei harrumphed into Kazehana’s chest... before her eyes rolled up and her hands began doing to Kazehana’s mountainous mammaries what Minato was doing to her delectable derriere.

“So, this is even better than you imagined, hm? Hm!” A thrill shot through Kazehahana’s body as Benitsubasa pressed her thick nipples like elevator buttons. Going up, floor nine, Kazehana thought. Cloud nine, that is.

“I knew it,” Kazehana chuckled, wrapping her arms around Benitsubasa’s head. The pinkette complied and shoved her face even deeper between Kazehana’s boobs. Now, even her ears were covered; these soft freaks of nature were unreal.

“Hey, I’m…” Minato’s hands seized Benitsubasa’s hips and squeezed them tighter. His legs looked ready to topple down, and his face was getting redder. “I’m gonna cum again!”

Kazehana tapped Benitsubasa’s head. “You want it inside again, don’t you?”

“M-HM! RH!” Benitsubasa was shaking. It took all Kazehana had to not play with herself, to match the wet slaps of Minato’s dick making Benitsubasa cum again.

“MMMMMRRRH!”

“AAAH!” Minato’s dick filled her up again. Kazehana would have to make her move soon, if she wanted some of that sweet, sweet man-juice inside her. His Ashikabi aura was hammering both her cores: the one in her chest and the one between her legs.

“Ooooh, this is so hot.” Benitsubasa was screaming into the busty woman’s chest, telling her to stop beating around the bush and get some, already! The tempting was getting stronger by the second.

“You poor thing,” Kazehana said, arching her back and hugging Benitsubasa tighter. The Red Sekirei pushed Kazehana’s honkers together around her face. “Mmmmh, you just want a, oh, nice pair of boobs of your own to play with, don’t you? Oop!”

Thud!

Numbers 3 and 105 had gotten so caught up in playing that they’d failed to notice how far they’d gotten. Away from Minato, that is, because they’d slipped from his grip and fallen on the floor, Benitsubasa leaving a trail of white in the air as her pussy let slip some of Minato’s delicious cum.

Still, she didn’t care. Neither did Kazehana, her back a little sore from the hard landing but in a way that was… oddly pleasing.

“Wrht…” Benitsubasa finally freed herself from the trap that was Kazehana’s honeyed milk jugs. “Why’d you pull out? You going to fuck her now? What about me?! Just because she’s got a set ofpneumatic knockers doesn’t mean-!”

“Shhhhh.” Kazehana drew her back in and stroked her pink hair, playing with the side ponytail. “Tell you a secret, hun?”

Kazehana winked at Minato and beckoned him close with her free hand.

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Kazehana continued. “I fell in love once. I had what I thought was a wonderful relationship, given the…” She sighed. “‘Relations’ that we had.”

“Get to the point,” Benitsubasa said, still rolling those fat, floppy tits around with her hands. The palm bars on her fighting gloves turned her hard groping into a nice massage. She didn’t notice that the legs which upside-down straddled her waist had now raised, allowing their shared man to run his hands along their silky smoothness.

“The point is, Red, I wasn’t much bigger than Karasuba when I lost my virginity.” Kazehana smiled and blushed. “And look at me now.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?!”

Kazehana nodded. “Apparently, Sekirei get curvier when someone waters our garden. ‘Make ourselves look more fertile’ or something like that. Speaking of which…”

Kazehana bit her lip as she felt the tip of Minato’s virile manhood prod the entrance to her depths. With a nod, he picked up her porcelain legs and took Kazehana’s peach in one thrust.

“OH GOD!” Gone was the mature woman, replaced by a randy mare in a lustful heat. “Fuck, I forgot how good this feels!”

“Hey!” Benitsubasa looked behind her at where… where she could see a giant dick being thrust into a sopping wet pussy between two thick, creamy thighs. “I haven’t gotten my fill of FUUUCK-ing!”

He’d pulled out of Kazehana’s warm, welcoming pussy and pushed back into Benitsubasa’s desperate and greedy snatch.

“Yeah! Yeah! Get it in there!” she cried. “Gimme back these melons, too!”

Plap! Down she went, back into the two waiting pillows of maidenly mass.

Kazehana panted with need and pushed her boobs together. “Suck me. Both at once. It’s the least you can do while I wait for the next one.” Benitsubasa complied but then grumbled, which meant for Kazehana… “Oh! Yes! Give me all you’ve got, Minatooo!”

Benitsubasa’s teeth had Kazehana’s nips between them, her tongue flicking the buds like hard candy suckers. “I better get tits at least half this size.” She let Kazehana loose, her massive mammaries flopping to either side of her hourglass body. “If I don’t, I’m going to COME! AH!”

In a stunning display of dominance, Minato grabbed Benitsubasa’s ponytail and pulled her hair until she was halfway peeled off of Kazehana.

“WHAT THE HELL!” she screamed, moaning erotically through her clenched teeth. “I’m gonna kill you for this, ngh, you bastard! Fuck!”

She shouted and cursed but her hands went back to Kazehana’s tits, rolling them around like two giant balls of pizza dough. Kazehana moaned and leaned back, loving how those glove-bars rubbed and flicked her candy-like nipples.

“I think she’s enjoying herself, Minato,” she cooed as Benitsubasa’s breathing grew heavier, the heartbeat in her pussy and legs thundering against her two lovers. “I think she likes it when you play rough.”

“B-Benitsubasa,” he stammered while giving her more of what she craved. “I am so sorry about this!”

Whap!

“UGH!” Benitsubasa screamed as Minato spanked her over-sized booty once again. “OH, FUCK! YE-EES!”

Her thighs clenched around Kazehana’s fertile hips while her body shook from her orgasm. No matter what she did, there was no getting away from how much she loved cock.

Not that Kazehana could blame her as she got another taste. “Ooo, Minato. Stay in me. I… I need you to make me cum! What?! No! Make me cum, please!”

He’d pulled out and shoved his length back into Benitsubasa.

“What the-?! No! I’m still! Ngh! Sensitive!” She hissed. “Whoo…”

“Woah!” Kazehana’s powerful legs nearly kicked him from how fast they curled. “Warn a-! Ah! Oh!”

The two women liked this new system. Minato was pulling out and switching between them in perfect rhythm, giving them each a few good fucks before swapping. The wait wasn’t enough for them to cool off, especially when Minato couldn’t resist.

He slapped Kazehana’s ass, too.

“OO!” she squealed. “Mmmh, hurts so good!”

“FUCK yeah!” Benitsubasa shouted. He made her jiggle, too. “Fuck me! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”

Kazehana thought she felt a rogue squirt spatter the inside of her leg.

I might have to keep this little minx, she thought. For such a small package, she’s got a lot to offer. So many orgasms in such a short tiii-IIME!

“AAAH!” Kazehana’s tongue flopped out of her mouth. “Minato! Minato! MINATOOO!”

The older woman squalled as he thrust hard and then left it in, shimmying his hips so his length rubbed down every inch of her snug pussy. “Kazehana, you feel amazing! I’m about to-!”

“Wait, wait! Minato, don’t!”

He stopped instantly. “What is it?”

She tapped Benitsubasa, who had only just gotten started suckling Kazehana’s nipples. “Let me up, hun. I need to do something real quick.”

Benitsubasa let her go with a pop. “Real quick.”

She climbed off, allowing Kazehana to push Minato to stand against the crate and straddle his waist. Looking deep into his eyes, she reached down and started stroking him, rubbing his tip against her wet and waiting pussy lips.

“I saw you on the bridge that night,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling as his own grew wide. “Oh yes, all of it, especially how much you bawled your little eyes out over Musubi.”

She drew closer. Minato had a sudden flashback to when he’d awoken to an upside-down Kazehana’s bang tickling his cheek.

“Could you cry like that for me?” she asked softly, her smile drawing closer even as her face turned red as a beet. “Could you, Mina-kun?”

Minato, without even blinking, nodded. So, Kazehana put both sets of glistening lips where they belonged. Her pussy sucked up Minato’s dick and squeezed until he groaned and came inside her, flooding her with the same cum-bath he’d given Benitsubasa. Her mouth-pussy got fucked by Minato’s tongue as she moaned with delight and came, lurching in his lap. The backdraft from their newfound love flared up and swept away the lingering feelings of her old lover, wrapping her in the soft breeze that was her Ashikabi, her husband.

Her Minato.

All of this, Benitsubasa watched, her arms folded and her foot tapping as her own shiny juices slipped out of her lonely and desperate hole. She was so jealous. Those tits, those legs, those lips; if she had a set of weapons like that, she could probably turn Natsuo straight, at the very least have gotten him to try her out.

His loss, then, because Benitsubasa had come to a decision.

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Matsu’s computer finally gave her some good news.

“Hey, I just located him!”

“Hooray!” Ku cheered.

“You guys!” Musubi said, rushing in with Tsukiumi behind her.

“Wow, talk about perfect timing!” Matsu exclaimed.

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Kazehana’s new squeeze stopped squeezing her as they both came down from their shared climax. Kazehana, for one, felt like a whole new woman, like a hole in her life had been filled.

She giggled and looked down between her legs. Besides that one.

She kept watching as she raised herself off of her Ashikabi.

“Ooo!” she squealed as his tip popped free.

“What?” Minato asked.

She giggled again. “I’m just so happy. You’re the big fish in my life now, my beloved Ashikabi.” She threw her arms around him and buried his face with a chesty hug. “I’ve fallen in love all over again! Oh, I missed it so much!”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Benitsubasa groused. “Now shove over and let me at that dick.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Kazehana said, grabbing her gi and hair and dragging Benitsubasa back to the floor. Benitsubasa's hairband slipped off, but Kazehana didn't care. If anything, that free flow of pink locks made her look sexier, wilder. “Now I want some of this shake.”

“What are you-?” The Red Sekirei tried to stand but Kazehana levered the back of her knee and forced her to kneel… right on top of Kazehana’s face.

“I guarantee Karasuba wouldn’t do this for you,” Kazehana said, muffled slightly by Benitsubasa’s sexy mass of an ass. “So sit back and enjoy the ride, hun.”

“What?! A-ah!” Benitsubasa folded and fell over, her black gi getting wet from all the spit she’d left on Kazehana’s nipples. “Fuck, that feels good! Minato!”

She grabbed his ankle and beckoned him. “Bring that cock down here and face-fuck me.”

Cautiously, he took a knee in front of her wriggling form. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined he’d get to see a spicy little firecracker get her cunt eaten whole by the bustiest cougar he’d ever seen… while said firecracker demanded to suck his dick. And, yes, he unknowingly concurred: Benitsubasa had a certain unprofessional beauty to her when she let her hair down.

“Sure,” he said, already hard again from watching. He took Benitsubasa’s pink bangs and brought her face to his tip, the hungry girl opening wide and getting ready. She almost went crosseyed as his bulbous tip approached her mouth.

“Finally, I- Ngh!” Wet slurps came from beneath her rump. “Hey, you-! Hnnngh!”

Kazehana paused only to say, “Can’t keep your mouth open?” before diving back in between those cheeks.

“Not- Ah! Not fair!” the Red Sekirei protested, while sitting back and smothering Kazehana’s face. Her hair being pulled, it forced her to show every tear and twitch she made from the tongue-lashing she got. “It’s! NOT! NOT-!”

Her cheeks mashed together as she came again, Kazehana’s tongue deep inside her pussy to catch every drop of femcum she ejected. Her whole body was feeling sore; every time she came, her muscles seized and flexed like she was bench pressing a car.

Stupid scrawny body, she cursed inwardly as the orgasm-fog parted again. I better get thicker from all this like Ms. Melons said; no way is this a one-time thing.

Minato was staring down at her. His dick seemed to be at full mast, full hardness, from watching her face contort in ecstasy.

“Perfect,” said Kazehana, tipping the dick-drunk pinkette off of herself.

“What’s perfect?” Minato asked, so hard it was almost painful. Kazehana could feel it through their new bond: he needed a wet, willing hole to cool off that burning rod.

“I couldn’t let her suck you off.” Kazehana opened her mouth and circled her lips with her tongue. “Not unless I get a taste, too.”

Crawling to her knees and reaching back, she caught a little spunk that dripped from her pussy and put the finger to her lips, moaning as her wings emerged again. “Mmm, that’s good stuff.”

“What?” Benitsubasa did the same, not realizing how shameless she looked, but when she tasted what Minato had mixed inside of her... “Hey, you’re right.”

“Woah! Slow down now!” Minato protested, shuffling back against the crate. The two wild women ignored him; all they could see was his cock, bouncing and swaying as his thighs hit the top wooden edge. With Kazehana on his right and Benitsubasa on his left, they crawled up his legs and each took in the view: his massive schlong, with a horny face behind it, dripping with pussy juice and about to be swallowed.

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“Quicken thy pace, Musubi!” Tsukiumi shouted, dropping down a story to a rooftop below.

“I’m right behind you,” the busty brunette shouted back. She couldn’t help but admire the blonde in front of her. Wow, Tsukiumi’s going faster than she ever did during our shopping races! She’s amazing!

Corkscrewing through the air, Tsukiumi somersaulted down into the next leg of her sprint.

Sit tight, husband, she thought. Thy real wife comes for thee!

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“Hey, sit still!” Benitsubasa barked, before gobbling up his cock again.

“Ah! Ah-HA-ah!” Minato groaned.

“See, Red?” Kazehana asked, her tits rolling around Minato's cock. “Now we can all enjoy everything.”

She wasn’t wrong. Minato was getting a sloppy but scintillating blowjob from Benitsubasa while Kazehana used her two biggest assets to sandwich his cock. They were so huge, she couldn’t use their whole mass or there’d be no sign of his man meat within. Good thing someone else handled them, else her partner would have nothing to eat.

Indeed, Benitsubasa was getting taste after taste of that cum she wanted so much, while motorboating the Kazehana’s humongous honkers. Her hands worked them along Minato's shaft, one arm hidden beneath Kazehana's boobs as she attacked the twin mounds from the side and below. She just couldn't get enough of those soft, swollen delights, nor the nipples that capped them.

As for Kazehana, she was hard at work wheeling her fingers inside Benitsubasa’s pussy, as well as her own. She attacked both from behind, so her wrists could fondle two magnificent asses. She pistoned her fingers in and out, up and down, boosting the pressure like the furnace on a steam train. Only, the pressure was inverted, because Benitsubasa’s cheeks hollowed and her lips slurped a little more with each rotation. Kazehana had to make do with her plump bottom lip, absent a thick, juicy cock to suck on. She knew it wouldn't last. Sooner or later, something had to give.

That something being Minato’s last straw.

“Aaah! Kazehana! Benitsu… Agh, -tsubasa! Here it… COMES!”

“Quick, grab our hair!” Kazehana shouted, before closing her eyes tight and bracing herself with a smile. Benitsubasa opened her mouth and lolled out her tongue.

Minato did as ordered, yanking both women up by their locks. Their cheeks met in front of his tip, ready for the finale. His cock swelled, bucked, and shot out its final load of the day, his balls tightening to give these two everything it had.

Benitsubasa gasped as the spunk landed in her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her pussy came around Kazehana’s fingers.

Kazehana’s voluptuous curves quivered as she came, too. She was so turned on that merely being close to her Ashikabi set her off.

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Tsukiumi stumbled and slowed, her breakneck pace carrying her to the side of a rooftop wall to rest. She leaned heavily against it, clutching her chest and breathing most heavily.

“Oh my… What hath come over me?”

“I don’t know…” Musubi heaved, leaning on her knees next to her. “I feel like I did when I was reacting to-”

Both women went stiff and looked at each other. “Minato!”

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“Ah… Hwow…” Kazehana panted. Her face and tits were blasted with white goo. She felt like a freshly baked angel cake, complete with sticky frosting. “That was fantastic.”

“Fuck... yeah…” Benitsubasa heaved. Her tongue darted out to lick the cum from around her mouth. “So fucking good…”

Matsu is going to be so jealous, Kazehana thought. She kept that to herself, given one third of this threesome was technically trying to hunt Matsu down.

Minato was out of breath but smiling, reaching over to where his pants and boxers still lay, discarded in a heap. As he put the waistband around his ankles, he perked up.

“Hey, I think Musubi and Tsukiumi will be here soon,” he informed his two lovers.

“What?!” Benitsubasa was mortified. She reached back and dug her thong out from under her gym trunks, pulling it over to cover her abused hole. “I can’t be seen with you! I’m on the Discipline Squad! If Karasuba and Haihane find out-!”

“Do you trust me?” Kazehana asked calmly, walking to where she’d left her dress.

"What?!" Benitsubasa didn't even look. She scrambled to find her hair band. “There it is!”

“Do you. Trust me?” Kazehana asked again, leaning on her man's right sleeve. “I know we just had a threesome, but still.”

“Uhm-! Uhm-!” Benitsubasa waddled around in circles, bowl-legged from being fucked so good as she redid her ponytail. “If you have a way out of this, I’m all ears!”

Kazehana smiled. “Then, don’t worry. Leave Onee-sama to fix it.”

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“There it is!” Musubi shouted. “We made it!”

They sure did, just in time for a raging tornado to explode from the metal roof and carry a pink-capped figure off into the sky.

“THIS ISN’T OVER! YOU HEAR MEEE?!” she screamed as she sailed off towards the city center.

Was that…? Tsukiumi put the thought on hold and finished the race, leading Musubi to the edge of the hole in the warehouse roof. Whereupon, she saw Minato, her husband, shirtless and being used as a coat stand for a nude trollop to drape herself from.

Tsukiumi wouldn’t stand for that, worry or no.

“Water CELEBRATION!”

A geyser fell from the sky and drenched the couple, soaking them to the bone. With water dripping from his nose and a shameful look on his face, Minato tilted his head up to see his rescuers.

“You guys,” he stated weakly.

“Minato!” Tsukiumi barked. “Speak true: what is she doing with her arms around thee?!”

Musubi gasped. “Kazehana, did it finally happen?! Did you emerge?!”

Number 3’s answer was a smile. Why wouldn’t she be happy? She had an Ashikabi, a new secret lover and possible friend (time would tell), and, thanks to Tsukiumi’s water attack soaking her dress, an excuse to make the trip back to Maison Izumo naked.

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Haihane was taken out of her third-favorite show, not by the wet footsteps squicking across the tiled living room, but by the dripping-wet body of her teammate seething past the television. There was a venomous scowl on her face, but also… Was she blushing?

The Blue Sekirei sat up from the couch and watched Benitsubasa’s back grow smaller the further she got. Her black uniform was wrinkled and wet, the smell of sea salt permeating the air. Water continued to plop from the tip of her side ponytail and onto the floor, leaving a trail alongside her wet footprints.

Haihane mentally sighed as she braced for the inevitable. “Hey, Red?”

“What?!” Benitsubasa snapped, whirling around. The back of her gi lifted with the spin. A hole had been torn in the back of her trunks. Haihane thought she caught a glimpse of Benitsubasa’s black underwear, too.

“...How’d it go?”

“Fine,” Benitsubasa hissed, before storming off towards the showers.

Haihane cocked her head at that. She might’ve left Benitsubasa hanging in their… Well, her revenge scheme. The claw-type had maybe sort of ditched Benitsubasa after luring Number Nine, Tsukiumi, away from their target, Sahashi Minato. Now, why Benitsubasa hadn’t waited for Eighty-Eight to go out with him and jump her then, Haihane didn’t know. All she knew was that Benitsubasa had bullied her into helping, despite knowing her third-favorite show was coming on, and so Haihane had to go back and record it before rendezvousing with Benitsubasa at the warehouse.

...Somehow, Haihane had turned on the TV and forgot to record things, on account of her sinking into the couch.

So, then, why wasn’t Benitsubasa the raging volcano that Haihane knew her to be? She’d blown her top over far less.

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“Don’t blow your top, Tsukiumi!” Musubi chirped. “Kazehana’s going to live with us now!”

“Silence, thou chatterbox!” Tsukiumi snapped, before rounding on Kazehana, who was still naked and reaking of sex. “And as for THEE, what happened to thy lamentations of a broken heart?!”

Kazehana giggled. “Oh, didn’t I tell you, Tsukiumi?” She flung herself at her new Ashikabi and wrapped her arms around him. “You don’t need a reason to fall in love!”

One of those arms dropped to the zipper on his pants. “But it sure helps to have a few.”

“WAH?! CEASE THIS!” Tsukiumi threw her hand to the side as streams of water began spiraling around her fluttering dress and roiling golden locks. “TAKE THY HANDS OFF MY HUSBAND!”

Kazehana chuckled this time, with a sultry tone to her. “Trade you, then.”

With surprising agility, she swung around Minato and shoved him towards Tsukiumi, having felt the bulge in his pants. The young ronin flailed around before colliding with his self-proclaimed wife, that bulge pressing against her thigh beneath her skirt and instantly killing the water pressure.

Actually, from the color of Tsukiumi’s face, Kazehana knew the pressure had simply changed outflows. She had a feeling Minato was upping the flow to his own pipe, too.

“How’s it feel, Miss Panty Flash?” Kazehana smirked, hand on her curvy hip.

Musubi glomped onto Minato’s back. “How does what feel? Let me see!”

“Gah! Musubi!”

It was too late. The three collapsed in a heap, Minato’s head sandwiched between Tsukiumi and Musubi’s boobs. The Water Sekirei was as red as a tomato.

Musubi, her own generous curves spilling over Minato’s hair and neck, looked down at her two companions. “Hmmm… This does feel kinda nice!”

Kazehana didn’t notice, though. She’d already gone back in the warehouse to find her dress. She’d wear it again, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but sooner or later. She liked it. It showed off her best attributes.

Two of those attributes she cupped with her hands, bouncing the pliable boobflesh in her palms. I wonder, she thought, how big will I get?

However, what none of them noticed was the cloaked figure watching from afar, concealed in the shadows of a massive heating pipe atop another warehouse. The woman’s grey ponytail flowed behind her as she made her way back to MBI. Her own scheme had failed, it seemed.

Oh well, she thought. Yume's not going anywhere, as long as Musubi doesn't.

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About three days later, Kazehana integrated herself into the Maison Izumo unit by competing against Tsukiumi in a shopping race. The two zoomed through the air through the city, baskets full of groceries in each hand. Tsukiumi’s expression grew wilder and angrier as they neared the Inn, and when Kazehana was the first through the door...

“Hey, guys! Guess I’m the winner!” she sang.

“Codswallop!” Tsukiumi shouted from the front gate. “Thou used the wind to lighten thy load, thou cheater!”

Kazehana looked over her shoulder. “Well, you never said I couldn’t cheat.”

“NOW SEE HERE-”

Minato and Musubi were emerging from the dining room as Tsukiumi and Kazehana debated the finer points of shopping race etiquette.

“Now the winner has to race me next!” Musubi chirped, smiling at her two friends.

“Guess that means you’re seeded, Musubi,” Minato remarked.

Kazehana paused, mouth open as her smug retort caught in her throat. “Seeded…”

She checked her left basket. “Oh, I forgot to get sesame seeds!” She set them down. “Mind taking these in for me, Mina-kun?”

“HA!” Tsukiumi thrust her finger at her rival. “Thy shopping is incomplete whilest I have crossed the finish line! Victory is mine!”

Kazehana strolled past her, smiling even as she sighed in defeat. “Guess so. You win this one, Tsukiumi, but remember…”

“WAH!”

Tsukiumi’s groceries fell from her hands as a breeze kicked up her white skirt, flashing Minato and Musubi with her white panties.

“There’s more than one way to win,” Kazehana murmured smugly. She was off and running again before Tsukiumi could summon her wrath.

Musubi walked up to Kazehana’s baskets. “Oh well. Guess I’ll have to race her some other time.”

“Guess so,” Minato said, picking up one of the baskets and reaching in to grab…

“...Wait a minute.” He pulled out a plastic seed jar. “The sesame seeds are right here.”

“It matters not!” Tsukiumi haughtily strode past the pair, her attempt at regality hampered by her furious blushing. “She hath conceded, soI shall still claim victory.”

“Only if you beat me, Tsukiumi!” Musubi sang.

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Kazehana was glad she lived in a less gyaru section of the city, where neon-pink hair stood out like a road sign in a living room. The alley she slipped into was narrow, secluded, but she was confident in the two mouths and lack of roofing overhead. If Benitsubasa was again looking for revenge, this time over Kazehana’s “help” at the docks, Kazehana had plenty of exits.

“You’re a long way from home, hun,” she said to the girl, who was leaning on the concrete side with her arms folded.

Benitsubasa didn’t say anything. The cranky scowl on her face and the dusting of pink on her cheeks said enough.

Kazehana couldn’t help herself. “Shopping for seeds, too?” After this got a growl, Kazehana added, “I know where we can find some.”

“Just shut up and take this,” Benitsubasa said. A small folded note popped out from under her arm.

Kazehana approached, on alert despite how much of Benitsubasa she’d seen, and not just the contents of her panties. She tensed her legs as she neared, reaching out to take the note as Benitsubasa began to tremble a little. What could be on this note that was so important? Turned out, it was the phrase “Tomorrow night at sundown,” followed by a name, a street, and a number.

...For what, based on the name, sounded like a hotel.

“BE THERE!” Benitsubasa screeched. She tore away from the wall and sprinted down the alley, leaving a cloud of asphalt dust in her wake. Her footfalls left cracks in the ground.

It took Kazehana a moment to relax her face. She hadn’t realized her eyebrows had been raised.

“And I thought I was thirsty,” she whispered. She had a feeling that Benitsubasa wasn’t asking her to come alone.

...At least, not until they were all in the room together.

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“How exactly did you talk Tsukiumi into this?” Minato asked as Kazehana towed him down the sidewalk, flashing a “victory” hand sign at a nearby traffic camera. She knew Matsu was watching, probably.

“Simple,” said Kazehana. “I offered to race Musubi, then traded my spot to Tsukiumi when I won.”

Minato sighed. “That’s not a fair trade at all.”

“Maybe,” Kazehana giggled, “but it was when Tsukiumi took it!”

Of course, there had been some assurances, like Matsu being on standby to watch and make sure no trouble or treachery happened while Kazehana had Minato to herself. But Kazehana had rigged that, too, promising Matsu that she’d get tons of spicy footage for her digital spank bank (and the Minato-sized dildo she was working on) if the pervy redhead covered for them.

“Plus, I may or may not have promised her a beach massage,” she added. “From you.”

Minato blushed as he began imagining running his hands up and down Tsukiumi’s back. Prim and proper though she may be, Tsukiumi was still one sexy lady.

“There’s the place,” Minato said, pointing down the street to, indeed, a hotel. It was a row after row of big windows, separated by metal and stacked on each other with slabs of fluorescent lights. “Centurion Hotel Ueno.”

“Mmmm, not bad,” Kazehana hummed as they hurried along. “Not bad at all.”

The couple entered and found the inside to be filled with Japanese décor. It even had bamboo trees growing in the lobby. They didn’t pay it much mind, though, because Kazehana dragged Minato past all of that and onto the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Kazehana jumped at her Ashikabi and flattened him against the metal wall.

“Are you as excited as I am?” she asked, her mammoth mammaries smothering his chest as she looked into his eyes.

“I mean…” Minato swallowed. “This feels… Wrong.”

“Of course it’s wrong,” Kazehana said, before swiping her finger on the tip of his nose. “It’s wrong that a Sekirei should have an Ashikabi so neglectful, she even thinks about cheating on him. And it’s wrong that a firecracker like Benitsubasa should be neglected."

"She's neglected?"

"Someone who's loved for who they are wouldn't have done what she did with us. Moreover…”

She turned around and backed her ass into Minato’s crouch, giving him a teasing ass job through the denim of his jeans. “It’s wrong that we're corrupting the Discipline Squad. They’re supposed to be fair and impartial.”

Minato’s hands were hesitant, so Kazehana took them and placed them on her delicious melons.

“You don’t really buy that, do you?” Minato said skeptically, his hands massaging her.

“Nng…” Kazehana sucked on her lip. “It used to be.”

The elevator dinged and Minato quickly tore his hands away. Kazehana was “kind” enough to keep her ass against his groin so no one they passed in the hall (so, no one at all) would see his big bulge.

At the door to the room, Kazehana knocked. The door opened a crack and a head of pink hair showed itself on the other side.

“About time,” it said, before slamming the door. A series of clacks and rattles came through, before the door opened again, completely.

“Get in here,” she said, standing aside as the couple entered. Kazehana noted Benitsubasa’s eyes tracking Minato’s bulge when she stepped away to reveal it.

“Listen up,” said Benitsubasa. “Let’s get something straight: I’m not here to fall in love, or have an affair, or be rescued like some fairy tale princess, okay?”

Kazehana sat on the lone bed and waved dismissively. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“The only reason I’m doing this,” said the Red Sekirei, “and the only reason we’re going to keep doing this, is because it’ll make my tits grow.”

She grabbed her chest through her Squad uniform. “I measured myself yesterday and gained about 3 centimeters. So, this definitely gets results. We’re going to keep doing this until my Ashikabi finally notices me, and my new size.”

“He doesn’t notice you already?” Minato asked, perplexed.

“Shut up and drop your pants!” Benitsubasa barked.

“Well…” Kazehana shrugged and stood. “If you don’t need me, I think I’ll just…”

“You’re not leaving, either!”

“...use the shower,” Kazehana finished. With a wink, she stepped into the tiny hotel bathroom and closed the door. The fan within turned on, and Minato was left alone with a perfervid pinkette.

“Well?” said Benitsubasa as she dropped her trunks, turned around, and slapped her hands on her dump truck booty. “Get hard and get cracking.”

“Um… Okay.”

“What do you mean, ‘okay’?!” Benitsubasa spun back and grabbed Minato’s collar. “You think because you actually got laid that you’re too good for me now? Is that it?!”

“That’s not it at all, honest!” He gently took hold of her hands and, after they let go, took a page from Kazehana and lowered them down to his fly. “It’s just, well, if you’re having problems with your Ashikabi, why not talk it out with them?”

“This isn’t the kind of thing we can just ‘talk out’. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

While the pinkette undid Minato’s button and fly, Minato tilted his head. “Can you tell me what it is? Maybe I can-”

“He’s gay, all right?!” Benitsubasa yanked his boxers down began slobbering all over Minato’s turgid tip. “He’s fucking-” slurp “-gay. He won’t even-” fmop! “-let me cop a feel on his legs.”

Minato, being incredibly smart yet incredibly clueless, began to say, “Then why do you think this-”

“Ah ah ah!” Kazehana, naked, appeared beside him and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Minato, I love you, you’re the hunk of a heroic cutie that completes me, so please,don’t say something you might regret.”

“Hey, quit being a boner-killer!” Benitsubasa shoved his now semi-hard cock in her mouth and gave it a long, hard suck, as if she was trying to suck the blood down there from the rest of his body. Minato winced and groaned at the warm, wet feeling.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kazehana whispered, watching as Minato’s mast began to emerge from Benitsubasa’s mouth, growing thicker and longer as she was forced back by its burgeoning bulk. She was practically drooling herself by the time he was back to full size, panting in his ear and leaning on his shoulder.

Grabbing his head, Kazehana turned him into a passionate kiss, her eyes fluttering as her wings emerged and the ecstasy of their bond was reignited. Her mouth opened and her tongue dipped into Minato’s mouth, before she abruptly pulled away.

“No, no, not yet...” she whispered to herself. “Need to finish… Need to be good... Giant, meaty,perfect sausage can wait…”

“Finish what?” Minato asked, before a gloveless hand snapped its fingers in front of his face.

“Finish getting hard so you can fuck me,” Benitsubasa said from below. Pressing her mouth to where his shaft met his sack, the Red Sekirei pulled her other glove off and tossed it aside. She sluttily swirled her tongue around his skin as the bathroom door closed again. The shower turned on soon after.

Benitsubasa stood up. She undid the red obi sash around her waist, then levered open her uniform, one hand covering her chest as she shrugged off one sleeve, then the other. Her black gi dropped into a heap as she turned around again and started twerking.

“Alright, loser, here’s your next eyeful.” She felt her fat ass sloshing around like a water bed, her cheeks slapping together. “You want it?”

Minato swallowed and looked to the bathroom, where the water was still heard running. “Yeah… I mean, yes, ma’am!”

“None of that ‘ma’am’ crap,” said the Red Sekirei. He couldn’t see it, but she was already biting her lip, thinking about taking that monster inside her all over again. “Call me Benitsubasa or Red. Now show me you want it!”

She slapped her ass and jiggled it with her hands. “Like this. You want this booty? Prove it!”

Hesitantly at first, Minato brushed his fingers against the smooth curve of Benitsubasa’s phat backside. His memory was a little fuzzy, what with being knocked out and kidnapped last time, so this was almost a novel feeling for him. His hands cupped her cheeks, running around the curve like he was rolling a ball of pizza dough.

Benitsubasa rolled her eyes, more for herself since he couldn’t see them. “For crying out LOUD!”

Her cry drowned out the sound of her ass being slapped.

The Sekirei growled. “Rrrgh, you know I fucking hate it when you do THA-! AH!”

Hate it she did, or rather the effect it had on her. Her superhuman legs were weak in the knees as he drew her back into his lap, looking for a repeat of their trist in the warehouse. The fat in her tush pushed itself around his cock in a war of sizes, trying to surround and overwhelm the tower of power Minato was packing.

Minato shucked his shirt and pulled her thong aside, getting a front row feel for the heat dripping from her tight little cunt. Her poor lips were trembling in anticipation; she could barely contain herself.

“Ugh… Hah… H-Hurry up,” she stammered, rolling her ass around in Minato’s lap. She leaned forward and put her hands on his knees, her toes coming up to look for purchase on the bed behind her. “Enough wasting time.”

“Not quite, hun.”

“WHO ASKED YOU, HUH?!”

Kazehana had emerged from the bathroom once more, her lower half wet and sweaty. More interesting, though, were the things she held in her hands.

Minato’s eyes widened. “Is that…”

“-a strap-on?!” Benitusbasa finished.

“Biiiing-go,” Kazehana intoned amorously. “And you’ll never guess who’s going to wear it.”

Minato swallowed. “Y-You?”

“No, you silly boy,” she playfully chided before gliding over. “She is.”

“Say what?” Benitsubasa asked incredulously.

“Up and at ‘em, hun. Like you said, enough wasting time. Tonight, you both get to fuck me.”

No more objections after that. Benitsubasa was more than happy to get dominant, especially after Kazehana lubed up her tool with a complimentary blowjob. And one for Minato, too, of course.

Kazehana wound up on her side, lying on the bed with her heart-shaped ass on the edge. One arm propped up her torso, the other lifted her left asscheek to expose her two needy holes. Minato leaned on her inner thigh, his salami stick teasing the lips of her pussy. Benitsubasa lifted and hugged Kazehana’s other leg, the oily rubber dong she wore pressed to Kazehana’s surprisingly clean asshole.

“Are you sure about this?” Benitsubasa asked.

“Aww, you do care,” said Kazehana, biting her lip. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Minato. “Just be gentle at first.”

With a nod, Benitsubasa eased forward and started pushing in. Kazehana sucked on her lip and moaned. Her fingers pinched and twisted her big pink nipples as Minato entered her other hole.

“Nnnng!” Kazehana hummed happily. She seemed to melt, the arm she braced on giving way as she fell to her back. She stared at the ceiling, seeing stars as her two lovers pushed inside of her. Her fingers kept stimulating her nipples, pulling and pushing all of the pink areola in and out of each massive mammary.

“Ah! AH!” Kazehana was winding herself up and they hadn’t even finished bottoming out yet. “Oh yeah, so much cock! Oo-oo!”

Benitsubasa’s hips met her butt, the cleavage of her ass swallowing Benitsubasa’s rubber dong. Minato still had a few inches left.

“Stretch me out more!” Kazehana shifted from side to side, her giant jugs swaying as she continued to abuse her nipples. “This feels amazing!”

Minato’s hip touched Benitsubasa’s, at which point he was almost balls-deep.

“Oh! OH!” Kazehana’s legs tensed and flailed as Minato filled her full. “FUCK, I’M CUMMING!”

Kazehana spasmed and femcum squirted around Minato’s dick, itself starting to twitch. She didn’t let up on her breasts, squeezing and pulling at their sensitive pink tips.

“Kazehana…” Minato grunted. He swayed forward, putting a hand on her waist for support. “You’re squeezing too tight…!”

Kazehana's mouth was open and her eyes rolled back. Her slutty cries were her only response as her legs writhed against her lovers, letting them feel the silk-like skin of her thick thighs.

Benitsubasa huffed and started to swing her hips around, fucking Kazehana for real. "That's right, you and your gigamax gazongas get your fill. That dick's all mine when you're done."

Minato couldn’t quite match Benitsubasa’s rhythm, but that didn’t matter. He was in heaven, warm and wet sheathed inside the bustiest woman he’d ever met, and that woman was just crazy for him. He picked up the pace, shifting one knee on the bed and sitting on Kazehana’s soft inner thigh.

“Kazehana, you’re so sexy,” he breathed, watching her come undone around him.

Kazehana said nothing but chanted cries of, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her hips swayed, twisting and turning as the two giant cocks continued to pleasure her holes. Her inner thigh rubbed his heated balls; it felt amazing. In return, Minato put a hand on her massive chest and gave her a squeeze.

"AH!" Kazehana spasmed like she'd been shocked. "MINATO! YES!"

She tightened up again, coaxing Minato's dick to its limit.

“I LOVE YOU!” she screamed deliriously. “I LOVE YOU, MINATO!”

"Kazehana, I'm not gonna last!" he shouted back.

“Oh no you don’t!” Benitsubasa pushed him back and popped his cock out of Kazehana.

Kazehana screeched and orgasmed so hard she threw Benitsubasa out, too. Her back arched with each contraction her exposed pussy and ass made, so hard she bridged off her head and ass.

Benitsubasa didn’t care. She threw Kazehana’s legs aside, shoved her rubber length back in that ass, and rolled Kazehana onto her stomach. Parking her knees beside Kazehana’s waist, she prepared on all fours for a backdoor rawdogging.

Kazehana was speechless again, moaning like a coyote in heat as her sensitive asshole was stretched again. She lay on the bed, winded from her back-to-back orgasms, her head turned aside and her black hair splayed across her back, covering her Sekirei crest. Somehow, her pink hair ribbon still held her waist-length locks back.

“You get that dick and balls whenever you want, and you’re already the bustiest girl in town!” Benitsubasa growled. Kazehana’s face was forced into the bedsheets. “If anyone needs that growth formula, it’s me!”

She wriggled her ass, still bulging around the thong strap hugging her right ass cheek. Kazehana moaned into the blanket, raising her ass a little.

“Come on, Minato,” Red commanded. “Shoot that load inside of me. That’s what we’re all here for.”

Minato approached, his dick still rock-hard from watching his woman climax so loudly. But then, Benitsubasa could be a screamer, too.

Feeling up her great big gelatinous booty, Minato’s fingers traced the bulging thigh meat around the straps of the strap-on. He remembered Benitsubasa being more toned when they'd last met. The only fat thing about her had been her ass, which still looked as big and meaty as he remembered.

“Here I come,” he said.

Benitsubasa corrected him. “Here we come, you mean. Ooooh, ooooh!”

It felt so good, slowly pushing into her tight little cunt. Great things came in small packages.

Unlike his cock, which soon pulsed and shot its load deep into Benitsubasa.

“OOOOOH, shiiiiit,” Benitsubasa moaned. Her hips began swiveling, riding that dick she loved so much while wriggling her own schlong inside Kazehana’s ass. “God, I missed this dick! Fill me good! Nnngh, we got three days of catching up- FUCK!”

Minato’s hands spanked her booty, both at once, turning its jiggle into a full-blown bounce with every gyration. He was loving it: skipping his palms over her cheeks and watching them flail around; grabbing them with a slap and squeezing them for leverage; gently holding on and feeling them slosh against his hands while Benitsubasa ass-fucked their lucky third.

Speaking of, Number 3 was in a fuck-coma. Kazehana’s squeals were short and muffled, her hands grabbing at the bedsheets for purchase. Her ass climbed higher and higher as she found a better and better angle to be sodomized. If anyone could see her face, half-covered by the blankets, they’d see two eyes staring at the ceiling, crying in bliss.

It continued like this for a while, Benitsubasa getting another cum dump in her cunt before they switched it up.

Kazehana lay on her back, her mega melons hugged between her arms and Benitsubasa’s abdomen. They sandwiched the rubber strap-on while Kazehana feasted on the Red Sekirei’s twitching twat. Benitsubasa returned the favor to Kazehana’s own pretty pussy, running her tongue in circles around her lips and drilling into her clit whenever she felt a really good lick herself.

It was worth it to get a front-row seat to Minato’s cock in action.

“So… Tight…” Minato’s permanent cringe betrayed the pleasure he felt in fucking Kazehana’s ass. Her pussy had been snug, but her asshole was like a crazy ex who couldn’t move on, strangling his dick as he tried to stir up her butt. Bottle of lube in one hand, Minato re-oiled himself, if only so he could return the mind-blowing pleasure he was feeling. It didn’t help that Kazehana’s legs were wrapped around him, giving him maybe 3 inches to retreat before he was violently thrown back inside of her.

Benitsubasa looked up from her cooch-cleaning, shuddering as Kazehana stuck her tongue inside of her.

“Hey,” she said, hooking a finger against Kazehana’s clit. “She likes it rough, too, remember?”

Kazehana paused. “M-hm.” She leaned to one side, as if she’d ever see around Benitsubasa’s sexy legs. “I guarantee, Mina-kun, that the only bigger whore for you is Matsu. So come on: use me. I know you know I can take it.”

To prove it, she unlocked her legs and raised them back, allowing Benitsubasa to tuck them under her arms and fold the busty bird in half.

“Well, okay,” Minato said, taking hold of his Sekirei’s ass. “Hold on tight.”

Minato started bucking his hips like a wild bull. Kazehana saw stars for the second time that night as he pounded her ass. It felt incredible. No toy or finger could compare to Minato’s humongous girth. He felt like he was in her stomach.

It was too much, too quick. Kazehana’s body lurched as she came, but Minato didn’t let up. He kept doing as she asked, disregarding the muffled screams coming from Benitsubasa’s rear end, even as the Red Sekirei grew more and more jealous with every orgasm. Kazehana couldn’t stop; the feeling, the pleasure, was setting her off again and again. When both holes were in play, it was too much for the horny woman to take.

Geez, Boobzilla’s lost it, she thought as Kazehana’s pussy quivered against her tongue. Then her whole body did it, as both Sekirei wound up and came together, Minato’s Ashikabi aura triggering something primal in their Sekirei core.

Benitsubasa latched onto Kazehana’s pussy as Kazehana did the same, both women sucking and slurping each other. Now the climax loop was shared: both Sekirei were cumming nonstop, their bodies thrashing and spasming against one another. The sight of it drove Minato over the edge. Feeling his Sekirei’s ass flex in his hands, swallowing his dick between those marshmallow cheeks, Minato erupted inside of Kazehana.

“Oh! MY! AAAAAAAAH!” Kazehana came unglued from Benitsubasa as her whole body arched. The flood of hot spunk in her ass triggered an emergence, alongside the biggest orgasm of Kazehana’s life. Her legs snapped forward and forced Benitsubasa off, the Red Sekirei tumbling to the side. Kazehana lay splayed on the bed like a horny star, tongue hanging out as she tried to cling to her sanity. Her fingernails tore through the blanket. Her breathless mouth was open, still trying to scream.

It was too much. She flopped back down, still convulsing mid-orgasm, and the broken 3rd Sekirei passed out.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

“It seems I’ll be sore for a while,” Kazehana whined, leaning on Minato’s shoulder as she stumbled her way out of the elevator.

“You enjoyed it, though, right?” Minato asked.

She kissed him on the cheek. “More than I ever imagined.” Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

“How did you make it so, um…” Minato hesitated. “Clean?”

“Proper care and diet,” Kazehana replied. “Matsu got me into butt stuff a long time ago. She looked up how pornstars did it and did trial and error before getting it right.”

They exited the hotel, heading for a bus stop. The sun had set long ago. With luck, they’d catch the last bus for the night.

“Wait, is that why she’s so…” Minato made an O shape with one hand and stuck his index finger through, then twirled said finger near his head.

Kazehana giggled. “Definitely. Plus, she can watch online porn-”

“For research.”

Kazehana nodded. “For research, without needing a computer. You think I’m dirty? Matsu’s asked me to do things to her that even I had to shoot down. Safety first among friends.”

Minato reached the bus stop and sat down, inviting Kazehana to sit next to him. Instead, she swung a leg over his and parked her tush sideways between his legs, keeping her abused butt off the hard metal.

“Speaking of safety, do you think Benitsubasa will be okay?” Minato asked.

Kazehana shrugged as she looped her arms around his neck. “If she says it’s fine, then we’ll have to believe her.”

Minato sighed and nodded. “Yeah. What else can we do?”

Kazehana leaned in close to his neck. “I can think of a few things,” she murmured seductively.

Minato smiled, a coy sadness on his face as his Sekirei began nuzzling and kissing him. “Everything just isn’t enough for you, is it?”

Kazehana giggled again. “Like she said, we’ve got three days of catching-up to do.”

As Minato began stealthily massaging Kazehana’s ass, feeling it give and mold through her skin-tight dress, he spared a hope that Benitsubasa would make it home fine.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

“Ugh, what a night,” Benitsubasa groaned as she stepped into the bathroom. Karasuba was there, showering in one of the five stalls.

“Have fun?” Karasuba asked, her back turned as she rinsed off her front.

“Hardly. Some bitch and her Ashikabi thought they could handle me,” Benitsubasa replied as she stripped out of her uniform, tossing the clothes in a hamper. “Then they tried every dirty trick to get out of what was coming to them. I’ll need two showers if I ever want to feel clean again.”

As Karasuba stepped out, Benitsubasa stepped in. The water began running again, but Karasuba’s interest was piqued.

“Did you kill them?” she asked.

“I guarantee the Sekirei’s got a bad limp after what I did.” The Red Sekirei slid off her hair band and put it on her wrist. “But no, she’s still alive. All she did was piss me off, not break the rules.”

Now, Karasuba’s attention was had. What kind of opponent had Benitsubasa encountered? While her subordinate washed off, Karasuba glided to the hamper and began inspecting Benitsubasa’s clothes. Her uniform smelled… strange; definitely body odors, but not any kind Karasuba was familiar with. One by one, she checked the clothes, looking for blood, cuts, burn marks, something to clue her in to what Benitsubasa was obviously trying to hide from her.

She didn’t find any… until she got to the black thong. That’s when everything clicked, because Karasuba knew, from its position as well as its color, what that white stain on the black thong meant.

So much for saving yourself for Natsuo, Karasuba thought, her black heart thrilled. Benitsubasa’s infatuation with Natsuo had been shaken. Karasuba hated love, especially for a weak species like humans. If only Natsuo had a shred of feeling to return to Benitsubasa, then he might actually be heartbroken. Oooh, wouldn’t that be fun.

Tossing the laundry back in and stepping out of the bathroom, Karasuba dressed herself in her sports bra and briefs (her pajamas), then picked up her phone. She never thought she’d be using this number, since she’d never thought of an issue she couldn’t resolve with overwhelming violence.

“This is your captain speaking,” she said to the other end. “Don’t sound so nervous, Saki. Believe it or not, I have a job for you.”

Chapter Text

No. 55, Saki, sulked behind her binoculars. She was MBI’s secret weapon; their ace in the hole; the protector of MBI and Shinto Teito from the shadowy forces that may or may not have been behind the two invasions of Kamikura Island and the kidnapping and deaths of multiple Sekirei…

…now forced to watch Benitsubasa walk into a small corner shop. It sold electronics.

Lowering the binoculars, she sighed. “The glamorous life of a woman of mystery… I wish the Third Stage would hurry up and start already. Homura’s winging was over a week ago; what’s the hold-up?”

Her keen eyes spotted pink hair exiting the store again. Using her binoculars, she saw Benitsubasa clutch a small plastic grocery bag tight to her chest and run off down the sidewalk. Matching her pace, Saki followed her quarry above the mid-day urban sprawl in what was sure to be yet another mundane chore she’d bear witness to, just like the other seventy-five Karasuba forced her to watch.

That is, until the chase brought her to the city’s north quadrant, where she saw Benitsubasa take a black flip phone out of the bag and pass it off to… Now, this was interesting.

Number 3, Kazehana, former member of the Discipline Squad, flipped the phone open and fiddled with it. Benitsubasa soon after took her own phone out, checked it, then closed it again and nodded. She put the phone in her pocket while Kazehana pulled a small cloth purse from her cleavage and dropped the phone inside.

Quickly, Saki lowered the binoculars and noted the time on the big clock on MBI tower. Her mind did a replay of the way Kazehana’s thumb had moved on the phone’s keypad. It was definitely Benitsubasa’s number she’d punched in, followed by a couple symbols. She’d have to crack into Benitsubasa’s phone when Red got back to HQ to confirm-

“Saki?”

“ WAH! ” The brunette jumped out of her skin and whirled around. “H-Haihane?”

The Blue Sekirei stood crouched behind her, arms wrapped around her knees. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, um…” She held up the binoculars. “Birdwatching.”

Haihane tilted her head. “Why so secret?”

Saki conjured her sulky face from earlier. “Because if Karasuba found out, she might go around killing birds just to mess with me…”

Haihane thought for a moment, then nodded. “Makes sense. Can I watch, too?”

“Actually,” Saki said, “I was about to head back to HQ. Maybe next time.”

Haihane nodded again, then watched Saki leap off the roof across the four-lane road below.

She was out of sight when Haihane had an epiphany. “...Are we all really that dumb, or do we all just think we are?”

XXXXXXXXXXXX

Where art thou going?!

More therapy with Kuyoku-san.

When wilt thou return?!

Couple hours, probably.

Minato stepped off the bus with Kazehana in tow. “I still can’t believe Tsukiumi bought that.”

“She has her problems, I have mine,” Kazehana responded. “In that, I have a problem with ‘Kuyoku’ and her loveless marriage. Besides, I really do drink less now, since our ‘therapy’ started.”

“Well, can’t argue with results,” Minato chuckled, then swallowed as he saw their destination. “I hope the staff doesn’t remember us…”

Kazehana playfully shoved him along. “So what if they do? The room’s already booked. Too late now!”

Once more, the Centurion Hotel Ueno rose before them. After the mess they’d left from their last “therapy session”, Minato felt a little bad for the cleaning staff. Sex with Kazehana and Benitsubasa was a thoroughly messy affair. It would probably be even worse this time, since Kazehana had prepared herself for “cake mixing” back at Maison Izumo. She wanted no delays this time.

“You think Benitsubasa’s doing okay?” Minato asked.

Kazehana’s cheer drooped a little. “Honestly, no. She’s trapped at MBI. Red truly wants her feelings returned. She’s never going to get that, not from an Ashikabi that Karasuba would choose.”

Minato frowned at which word for ‘Red’ Kazehana went with. “‘Kure’? I thought we agreed on Kuyoku.”

Kazehana shrugged. “I’d shorten it to ‘Ku’, but we already have a Ku.”

It was a clever little deception. They’d simply taken the kanji in Benitsubasa’s name, 紅翼, and used its on’yomi reading rather than its kun’yomi. Now Kazehana was on the nanori version.

“Better than calling her Greed-chan, I guess,” said Minato. They entered the front lobby.

“That’s a great idea!” She pulled his head down and mashed her mouth on his cheek. “Glad you thought of it.”

He wanted to object, but there were two problems. Firstly, Minato could feel his body heating up. Kazehana’s bust was already the biggest he’d ever seen, let alone touched, when he’d first winged her back in the warehouse. Multiple passionate lovemaking sessions had only grown it, to where her two marshmallow melons were now bulging and spreading across his entire upper back from the rear attack hug she’d sprung just now. Second, when it came to his trouser monster, “Greed” was more than fitting for Benitsubasa. That burner phone she’d given Kazehana had been blown up for the past three days, looking to schedule more “therapy”. She simply couldn’t wait to get at him. Doubly so tonight: Benitsubasa had last-minute texted them to come an hour earlier than they’d originally planned. Kazehana was more than happy to cram more “therapy” time in.

…So was Minato, but a looming fear of Tsukiumi kept him from saying it.

Soon they reached the room and knocked on the door. Making sure to stand in front of the peephole, the couple didn’t have to wait long before the door swung in.

“Two beds this time,” Minato said as they entered the suite.

“Oooo, a balcony,” Kazehana breathed, her lips brushing against Minato’s ear. “If we’re not careful, we could get the whole neighborhood watching.”

The balcony door was already open, giving the room a pleasant chill.

A different chill climbed their backs as a long steel blade came to rest on Minato’s shoulder.

“One of us,” said an equally chilling voice from behind the door, “definitely might.”

Slowly, haltingly, the couple turned around to find their worst fear confirmed. Instead of the short-fused Red Sekirei, it was her bloodthirsty superior who was at the other end of that nodachi.

Karasuba’s grey eyes regarded Kazehana. “Kazehana. How long has it been?”

Kazehana could only shrug, her frozen eyes glued to the sword near Minato’s neck.

“So, are you all here for ‘therapy’?” Karasuba asked, her cold smile broken by her tongue as she slid herself up to Kazehana. The sword glided along Minato’s shirt, cutting a small incision in the white cloth. “Or is that just Red’s excuse?”

Kazehana shuddered as she felt Karasuba’s fingers dip into her exposed cleavage, rummaging around between her breasts. She found the phone and its cloth bag, before pressing it to her sword blade and slicing it like a block of cheese. She then pushed her hand back between Kazehana’s boobs and found the large ziplock. In it was a strap-on dildo, a bottle of lube, disinfectant, and a large empty syringe, all the things Kazehana had brought the last time they’d met Benitsubasa.

Karasuba’s dead eyes showed a sign of twisted life. “The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

She placed the bag on the dresser beside her. Her eyes roamed over Kazehana’s body, then Minato’s, both fearful prisoners seeing the wheels in her head starting to turn.

“Since you came all this way…” Karasuba purred, like a panther ready to pounce, “I think we should… catch up, just like old times.”

“And you’ll…” Minato hesitated. “You’ll kill us if we don’t?”

“No, I’ll kill her if we don’t,” said Karasuba. “I have to keep my promise to Musubi.”

That’s right. Minato had forgotten: Karasuba and Musubi promised to be the last two Sekirei, to settle a battle of ideas between them.

“In fact, I could kill her now.” Karasuba’s smile grew into a smirk, one that did reach her eyes. “No… This will be better.”

“Wh-What are you going to do?” Minato stammered. He almost squeaked when he found himself face-to-face with a crazy-eyed serial killer in a Discipline Squad uniform.

“What I’m going to do is stand here and give the orders,” Karasuba said. “You’re going to follow them, human. And Kazehana…”

Her gaze glided over to her fellow Single Number.

“You’re going to be a good girl,” she said, “and do as you’re told.”

Kazehana tensed a little at that, then relaxed. “Oh… Oh. Is that what’s happening?”

“Like I said,” the Black Sekirei intoned, “it’ll be just. Like. Old times.”

Now Kazehana was smirking. She then kissed Minato on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, Mina-kun,” she whispered. “Everything’s going to be fine. Just do what she says and we’ll get through this, together.”

Minato frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Kazehana pecked him again. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“We’ll see about that,” Karasuba said, before drawing back and resting her sword on her shoulder. “You, human. Get over her and strip me.”

Minato nearly fell over from the whiplash. He looked at Kazehana, who nodded, so he obeyed. Karasuba was relieved of her grey overcoat first, shrugging it off her shoulders. Then came the belts around her waist, leaving her black skirt to be kicked off her feet. Her form-fitting black and white leather top was next, Karasuba’s sword switching hands as she slid out of each sleeve. She was left in a sports bra and black trunks, her thigh-high stockings untouched. Minato could see the hardened nipples topping her modest chest.

As he removed her boots, Minato was a little afraid that she’d stick her foot in his mouth, just to humiliate him. He looked at Kazehana, who calmly smiled and gave him the “okay” hand gesture. It occurred to him that the gesture also meant “asshole” in certain parts of the world. What exactly was she planning?

“Now,” said the Black Sekirei, “drop my underwear. Oh, and, ‘Mina-kun’?”

Minato felt a sour taste in his mouth at Kazehana’s pet name being stolen. That sourness went dry when Karasuba’s killer eyes returned.

“If you’re thinking of touching me…” She leaned over, her form blocking the ceiling light behind her, casting her body in a looming shadow. “ Go right ahead .”

Minato swallowed. Was she threatening him or coming on to him? Didn’t matter; he carefully took hold of her waistband and dragged it down her legs. His knuckles couldn’t help but brush against her pale thighs. Her skin… It was just as smooth and creamy as Kazehana’s and Benitsubasa’s. Was this a Sekirei thing?

Minato caught himself as he finished pulling down her underwear, careful not to look at Karasuba’s toned thighs or the sexy V-shaped creases leading down to her pussy. He was willing to sort of cheat with one Sekirei, for a good cause, but there was never anything good about Karasuba being around.

Karasuba leered down at him. “You trained your pet well, Kazehana. Was he housebroken when you got him?”

Kazehana rolled her eyes. “What’s next?” she asked.

Karasuba nodded towards the bed. “Human. Strip, then have a seat.” She then looked at Kazehana. “You brought a strap-on. Come over here and put it on me.”

Minato was horrified, but Kazehana put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t let her hurt you. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“It won’t be my sword that hurts him,” said Karasuba ominously. Kazehana stood before her, her larger bust brushing against Karasuba’s sports bra. Without breaking eye contact, Kazehana reached over, opened the ziplock, and took out the strap-on. Only now did she break their gaze, focusing on winding the straps around Karasuba’s thighs. They had much less squish than Benitsubasa’s, only the slightest skin-deep bulge showing around the straps as they tightened around Karasuba’s muscles. Kazehana seemed well-practiced in doing this, for she didn’t need to go behind Karasuba to secure the black bindings.

Frankly, Minato started to get a little hard at the sight. Had this been any other woman Kazehana was doing this with, he’d probably be at full mast. The orgasmic screams of his sexy black-haired Sekirei still echoed in his ears; the euphoric look on her face as she succumbed to pleasure-

“Open wide,” said Karasuba. She grabbed Kazehana’s head and shoved the whole strap-on into her mouth. Kazehana gagged and coughed, wincing at the sudden intrusion. Her hands rose around her head but quickly folded beneath her chest as Karasuba started face-fucking her. Once more, the sounds she made would’ve been so hot were it a different woman or Minato himself. However, her crossed arms killed the illusion: she was all business, being a good soldier and doing what needed to be done.

Karasuba knew it, too, because she soon pulled out and left Kazehana with a light cough.

“Feel free to fully enjoy the show,” she said to Minato, before she flipped her sword and thrust it down Kazehana’s cleavage. The purple fabric parted before the sharp blade, emerging from between Kazehana’s legs. A sharp pull bisected her dress, leaving her bare save for her white panties. 

“Now, let’s fuck you up,” said Karasuba. Her free hand grabbed Kazehana’s throat and hauled her to her feet. Kazehana winced again but made no complaint.

“Have you…” Minato hesitated. “Done this before?”

Karasuba threw her on the other bed, Kazehana’s legs whipping back to be caught by the back of Karasuba’s sword. She folded Kazehana in half, her free hand pulling those white panties aside.

Looking past her smooth thighs, Kazehana nodded. “Remember when I said I started growing after I lost my virginity?”

“She wanted me to train her,” said Karasuba, grinning down at her prey and lining up her rubber dong. “Even after she got dumped, she still wanted training.”

She glanced at Minato. “You will watch, human,” she said, before thrusting her hips.

Kazehana gasped a little, a blush forming on her face. The sword pressed into her nipples as Karasuba scooted forward, showing off her athletic ass as she started raising and dropping her hips. The two lay diagonally, so Minato could see their faces as well as their flowers, Karasuba’s left uncovered by the fake cock she wore. Kazehana’s legs swayed above Karasuba, her feet still in her purple high-heeled shoes, swinging like metronomes with every meaty slap of their loins. Their eyes locked on each other as their long hair began to mix beside them.

“That’s it,” Karasuba murmured as she fucked Minato’s woman. “Remember it. Remember how I used to fuck you till you passed out. Remember how you’d come to my room, every. Single. Night.”

Karasuba glanced at Minato again. “You and Matsu.”

Minato’s eyes widened. His shameful boner was unsure of which way to go: towards the siren call of Kazehana’s upside-down booty… Or away from the horror Karasuba’s words.

“I remember,” Kazehana said, looking at Minato all the while. Her pink lips and half-lidded eyes drew him away from her (and admittedly Karasuba’s) sinful display of their sexes. “I remember fantasizing about my Ashikabi.”

She smiled at him. Even while a sword blade imposed on the sight of her, she was his whole view.

“I remember thinking about having his hands on me,” she said. Her breasts and legs jiggled around Karasuba’s sword.

Grimacing, Karasuba leaned forward and nibbled at Kazehana’s collarbone. Kazehana mewled.

“To feel his lips…” she breathed, blushing harder as her breathing picked up. “How they’d explore my body…”

The boner had returned. Minato should feel ashamed that he was technically being cuckolded, but he couldn’t help it. The fact Kazehana was being fucked, while staring at him, while fantasizing about him, tipped the scale in favor of hardness.

“To feel my lips,” Kazehana said as she ran her tongue around her open mouth, “wrapped around his cock, making him long, hard for me.”

Karasuba reared up and gave one final, spiteful thrust. “You’re ruining my fun.”

Kazehana shrugged. “Not my fault you can’t concentrate. Minato just has that effect on women.”

Karasuba glanced at Minato, and his raging Kazehana-fueled boner, before impaling her sword through the bed beside herself, sinking it all the way to the handle.

“Fine,” said Karasuba. “Let’s rotate.”

Pulling out of Kazehana’s puss, the strap-on sticky with sex fluids, Karasuba flipped Kazehana onto her stomach… for about two-point-eight seconds before rolling them both onto their backs. Karasuba now lay on the bed, Kazehana seated on her waist in what was surely to become a reverse-cowgirl position. Karasuba scooted herself around slightly, then braced her foot on the handle of her sword.

Kazehana giggled and kicked off her shoes. “Much better,” she said, fondling her heavy, perfect breasts. “Minato loves watching me bounce.”

Karasuba grinned at him. “Is that true, Mina-kun? You like watching her bounce while she’s fucked by a better dick?”

Kazehana leaned forward, resting her hands on Karasuba’s knee as she bit her lip. “When we’re done here, I’ll ride you sideways, Minato. Then you can see everything bounce.” She glanced back. “I might need a warm-up first, though.”

Karasuba’s grin twisted into a small scowl. Lining up again, she slammed her hips up into Kazehana like a jackhammer, going from 0 to 80 in under 3 seconds.

“Ah! A-ah!” Kazehana wasn’t ready, that much was obvious. Her head reared back and her hands hugged her stomach.

“That’s right, you slut,” Karasuba growled, holding Kazehana in place while her legs powered up. “I’ll stretch you out so much, you’ll be hiding bottles in your cunt.”

“Careful, Karasuba.” Kazehana’s breathing was heavy from the pounding. “Hah… Your virginity’s showing.”

Minato’s rollercoaster of a boner made yet another slow climb to the top when he saw the fierce smile on his loving woman. “No one does kegels like a Sekirei.”

It peaked so hard that it was painful when she added, “And no one needs kegels like Minato’s Sekirei.” She bit her lip, staring at his wobbling phallus. “Nnn, I can’t wait…”

Karasuba’s pistoning hips lost steam. She ceased her thrusting, her glare flitting between Minato’s face and Kazehana’s back. Kazehana kept bouncing, crossing her arms beneath her huge tits as if offering them to Minato.

“Aw, don’t feel bad, Karasuba,” Kazehana said coyly, devouring Minato with her eyes. “You’ve still got the second- best dick I know.”

WAP!

Kazehana gasped as Karasuba slapped her ass.

“You talk too much,” said Karasuba, before her eyes narrowed up at her conquest. Kazehana was no longer looking at her, nor bouncing, instead keeping her head down. Her breathing was more sensual and aroused, with tiny, barely-noticeable moans mixed in.

Karasuba’s eyes flew to the ziplock bag, still on the dresser. Lube, and a syringe… A syringe to fill with water, perhaps?

Karasuba drew back again and…

WAP!

“Ksh!” Kazehana grimaced through her cry. “Hah!” Her boobs shook as Karasuba spanked her harder.

“Well well well,” Karasuba mused, her hands drifting to Kazehana’s pear-shaped ass. “All you had to do was ask.”

“Karasuba, wait,” Kazehana pleaded as she looked behind herself. “Ah, ah! Wait! ”

“ Not a chance! ” Karasuba growled as she resumed thrusting, but this time with a secret ingredient: her hands, squeezing the life out of Kazehana’s ass.

“No! Nn-” Kazehana couldn’t keep quiet this time. Her blush deepened on her face as she stared at the ceiling. “Ulgh!”

Her legs tried to close but Karasuba simply snaked a hand between them and started furiously rubbing her clit.

WAP!

“ Augh! Stop doing that!” Kazehana wailed. “Ah! Ah!”

“ Why?! ” Karasuba barked, grinning beneath her. “Are you going to cum? You going to squirt? Too unsatisfied to hold back when you really get fucked?”

She looked Minato dead in the eye. “Take a good look, you pathetic human. See how much fun she’s having. You can thank me later.”

Karasuba’s hands pressed Kazehana’s pelvis from front and behind, still thrusting into Kazehana’s cunt as Karasuba fingered her clit and thumbed her asshole. Beneath the strap-on, Karasuba’s spread legs showed Minato her own pussy, now flowing with arousal as she got closer and closer to breaking his heart, and his woman. Karasuba’s breath was now as heavy as Kazehana’s; her face sported a blush of its own.

Kazehana had a hand over her mouth but her ecstatic cries couldn’t be held back. She couldn’t look at Minato; she felt too good. All she could do was get fucked, be the good girl Karasuba wanted, and wait for her inevitable orgasm to hit her like a freight train. With Karasuba’s thumbs rubbing her asshole and clit, she could no longer resist the dicking she’d agreed to.

She dared to look at her Ashikabi, blinking away tears of pleasure and shame. “Minato… I’m sorry! I was wrong! I’m so sorry!”

“ You’re damn right! ” Karasuba yelled. “No one knows how to fuck you like I do. You made sure of that, you slut!”

As she kept thrusting, and her willing slave’s cries kept rising in pitch, her hungry eyes darted to her sword, still jutting out from the bed. The smooth metal of the pommel gave way to the silk bindings around the grip, long enough for two hands to hold. 

Then, with a look at Minato, then Kazehana, she grasped Kazehana’s waist, sat up, and pulled her off her cock. Closing her legs, Karasuba shifted off the bed. Holding Kazehana in the air like it was nothing, Karasuba stepped sideways and lined her strap-on up with Kazehana’s asshole. Then, her lion-like grin bared at Minato, she pulled Kazehana onto her dick and slipped her pussy lips around her sword.

Both women screamed together, and Karasuba started again.

“Ngh! Ngh! Karasuba! Please! No!” Kazehana’s breasts flopped wildly, each audible slap in time with her legs. Her feet swung limply in the air, Karasuba’s boots adding to her height and keeping Kazehana helplessly bouncing against her superhuman pelvis. Kazehana grimaced as she tried to hold back the slutty smile her pleasure compelled. Karasuba was pulling her up and down like the world’s biggest onahole, jerking off her rubber dong with Kazehana’s asshole. Worse still, Kazehana had fantasized about this: having a threesome with the two best lovers she’d had; getting tossed around like a weightless blowup doll and her asshole violated by Karasuba’s obese rubber cock; getting Minato hard until he couldn’t stop himself from pouncing on her and joining in.

“ Karasuba!” Kazehana’s cries were getting desperate, her face soaked with tears of agonized ecstasy. “ Please! Not like this! AH! ”

Kazehana cried out as Karasuba shoved three fingers into her pussy, her other hand on Kazehana’s stomach to hold her in place. She was a master of superhuman sex. How could any Ashikabi compete?

These were the thoughts on Karasuba’s mind. Her own gash was visible, just as wet as Kazehana’s. She ground her clit and lips against her sword’s pommel as she ass-fucked her all-too-willing victim. Her pussy juices ran down her legs and soaked into her black stockings; she was close to cumming, too. Leaning back further, she tossed Kazehana up to the tip of her dong and shifted her grip, grabbing Kazehana’s shapely legs while squeezing those plump cheeks with her elbows.

“ Minato! ” Kazehana cried. “ I can’t-! CAN’T STOP IT! ”

“Eyes front, human!” Karasuba ordered, her own eyes rolling as she pleasured herself with her pommel. “Ah… AH, YES! SO GOOD! I’M SO FUCKING WET! ”

Raising Kazehana to her bulbous tip again-

“ MINATO, LOOK AWAY! ” Kazehana shrieked.

-Karasuba slammed her down as hard as she could.

“ OOOOOH! ” Two screams ripped from the women as both their pussies gushed. Karasuba arched back and fell on the bed, still deep in Kazehana’s ass. Kazehana’s hands were on her breasts, pulling at her nipples, while Karasuba’s knuckles dusted both their clits. Their thighs were spread wide as they shook from intense orgasms, their pussy petals exposed as they sprayed their sex juice at Minato.

Karasuba was the first to wind down, lying still and panting while Kazehana weakly twitched on top of her. She sat up, effortlessly lifting Kazehana with her as she got off the bed. Her legs quivering, she returned to her sword, moaning as her sensitive folds caressed the metal and squeezed a few more drops from her climax.

“Fuck, that’s good. We make each other cum so hard,” Karasuba hissed, her eyes rolling back as she sank a little deeper onto her sword than she meant to. “Ngh, see this, human? You think a lanky primate like you could leave her like this? Make her cum like this?”

Kazehana dangled limply in Karasuba’s grip, her arms, legs, head and breasts lifelessly hanging down. Her heavy breathing was punctuated by sobs; her black bangs hid the look of despair on her face.

“She knows it, too,” Karasuba said wickedly. “She knows you’ll never be good enough again.”

Kazehana’s fingers weakly curled into fists, as if admitting it herself. Minato saw this, then forced himself to look Karasuba in the eye.

“Could you…” He hesitated. His gaze wandered aside, looking past her out the window. “Could you, um…”

“Yes?” Karasuba smiled. “Spit it out, human. ‘We’ll get through this together,’ remember?”

Minato nodded timidly. “Could you lube up and do it again?”

Kazehana would’ve jolted up if she wasn’t so weak. Karasuba snorted and laughed out loud, before pulling Kazehana off and dumping her limp body on top of Minato.

“Hold onto her for me,” Karasuba sneered. “I’ll be right back.”

Pivoting on her heel, she walked over to the dresser, her rubber dick bouncing with every step. That left Kazehana to raise herself above Minato and stare down at him, horrified by what she’d just heard.

“Minato…” Her puffy red eyes were still filled with tears, and shame. “Why did you say that? Did you… Did you really think I liked that?”

“I didn’t hear the magic word!” Karasuba mockingly called.

Minato said nothing, merely staring into her eyes as he wiped away her tears with his thumb.

When she was dry, he spoke. “Stay strong, Kazehana. Enjoy it, don’t enjoy it, but whatever you decide, I won’t hold it against you.”

Kazehana dipped down and rested her forehead against his, her bangs brushing against his cheek.

“Promise you’ll still love me,” she whispered.

“Now and forever,” he whispered back.

A snicker came from behind them. “Aw, isn’t that sweet.”

Kazehana’s breath hitched as she was pushed against Minato’s chest. She felt a familiar rubber dong against her sensitive asshole.

“Let’s fix that,” said Karasuba, before she thrust into her again.

“ HUAH! ” No resistance this time: Kazehana’s ass was as broken as her will. She closed her eyes as Karasuba quickly aroused her again, slapping and groping and jostling those squishy cheeks around a stolen rubber dick. Kazehana arched back, squeezing Minato’s chest with a claw-like grip. Her pussy was soaked, dripping hot nectar down Minato’s sides.

“ How does that feel?! ” Karasuba shouted, spanking her again. “Tell me! No…”

“OH! OOH!” Kazehana tensed as her ass was freed and her pussy violated.

“Tell him, ” Karasuba slurred. Her hips revved up as only a Sekirei’s could. Karasuba turned into a pounding machine, hitting Kazehana’s g-spot so hard and so fast that her hip-to-hip collisions sounded like applause.

“I can’t! I wouldn’t!” Kazehana cried. Her tormentor went back in her ass, trading jackhammer speed for sledgehammer power. “GUH! AH! AH!”

“Tell him, you slut.” She pushed Kazehana forward. The curvy woman’s ass was up, her back still arched with pleasure.

“It’s fine,” Minato said, calmly watching from beneath her. “Let your voice out, if that’s what you need to do.”

And she did.

“ FUCK, IT’S SO GOOD! ” She pressed her face against Minato’s chest, her hands squeezing his deltoids. “FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE DICK! KARASUBA! ”

The Black Sekirei laughed. “To think you winged yourself on a cuckold like him,” she sneered. She had her sword in hand, rubbing her pussy with the pommel as she sodomized her rival. “Ngh, what kind of Ashikabi is he? He practically, ah, begged me to fuck you again.”

Kazehana’s voice crumbled into a slutty moan as Karasuba pulled out and thrust into that sweet, sweet pussy.

“So that’s exactly what I’ll do.” Karasuba’s eyes rolled as her sword hit her sweet spot. “Ah… Still fantasizing about him? Thinking about his dick instead of mine?”

She slapped Kazehana’s ass. “No more of your bullshit, Kazehana. You know you want me , and not him.”

Kazehana’s eyes rolled back as Minato’s dick pressed itself to her pelvis, his base kissing her clit while Karasuba mercilessly pounded her. Her ass started rocking back into Karasuba, twerking along that rubber schlong and adding to the guilty pleasure coursing through her body. Kazehana whined as Karasuba pulled out and plunged back in her pussy, then her ass, then her pussy.

“Do you like this, Kazehana?” Minato asked.

“YES! I LOVE IT!” Kazehana screamed against his chest. “I’ve always wanted this! Fuck me! Karasuba, FUCK ME! ”

“Ha! You’re nothing but a greedy pig!” Karasuba returned to her lover’s pussy.

“I am! I’m a pig!” Kazehana was delirious with pleasure. “Fuck my pussy! Fuck my ass! Make me cum more, and more!”

Kazehana could feel another big one coming. She buried her face in Minato’s shoulder, smelling him, tasting him while she was violated. It didn’t matter: Karasuba grabbed her long black hair and jolted her head back.

“You watch!” she commanded, leaning over the two. “You watch the face she makes, when I make her cum harder than she ever has!”

Her other hand shoved her sword back in the bed. Then, Karasuba licked two fingers and shoved them in Kazehana’s ass. Meaty slaps jiggled those gelatinous cheeks as Karasuba’s two-fingered fuck joined her ramrodding of Kazehana’s cooch.

Kazehana’s tongue lolled out as her breathing grew heavy. “Aaaaauuulh! Ulgh! ULGH! ”

Minato’s hands found her breasts, digging beneath those marshmallow mounds as they swabbed his chest.

“Are you going to orgasm, Kazehana?” he asked.

“ Yes! ” Kazehana cried. “I can’t-! I can’t hold…! I’m about to- ”

Minato kissed her hard, wrapping her in his arms and lips.

Kazehana’s dam burst. The pleasure was too much. Her wings flared like they were overloading, blinding pink light filling the room. Her full-body orgasm wracked her hard, convulsions of ecstasy sending her reeling. Kazehana’s knees, thighs, everything contracted tighter and tighter as she came around her lovers. Karasuba kept pounding, each thrust triggering another spasm, feeling Kazehana’s ass try to swallow her fingers.

Kazehana’s screams died down in Minato’s mouth, even though her wings remained flared. Her body remained tense until her pussy and ass calmed down. She melted against Minato, her soft tits and limbs flowing around his body.

“Mmmmh…” Karasuba deigned to look down at Kazehana’s Sekirei crest. Its glow finally faded along with her wings. “No, I don’t think we’re finished.”

Kazehana gently pried herself from Minato’s delicious tongue. “R-Rainbow…” she breathed.

Karasuba’s smile faded. Her eyes narrowed. She leaned next to Kazehana’s ear and whispered, “You’re going to regret that.”

Her own pussy still hungry, Karasuba began undoing her strap-on. Even now, Kazehana still twitched, her body still coiled around her Ashikabi, no doubt with a fucked-silly look in her eyes. It would’ve been so hot, if Karasuba had done it alone. But the feeble human had to go and steal her thunder, and for that, she’d make them both regret it.

“Take five, slut,” said Karasuba, wrenching Kazehana aside. The straps slapped Karasuba’s thigh; she shoved the black dong into Kazehana’s ass. “Suck on that for a while.”

Smirking down at Minato, Karasuba shimmied up and straddled his waist, his solid stiffy a counterpoint to the arrow-shaped trim she maintained above her cunt.

“I’ve decided,” said Karasuba, “on some bestiality tonight.” Her pussy caressed his bulbous head. A little worse for wear from fucking a literal sword handle, it nevertheless drew a sharp intake of breath from both of them.

“All that crap she said about how much better you are than me…” Karasuba chuckled darkly. “But, she was right about one thing.”

Down she went, slowly, easing his cock against herself as she sadistically leered down at him.

“No one does kegels like a Sekirei.”

Minato’s eyes screwed shut as Karasuba pushed him inside her. She was right: even with all the abuse it had seen that night, Karasuba’s pussy was like a boa constrictor. It felt like she was liable to break his dick off, it squeezed so hard.

“Mmmm…” Karasuba licked her lips, her hips beginning to raise and lower on top of him. “Not bad. Not bad at all, for an animal.”

“Karasuba…” Minato practically swallowed his tongue, she was so tight. His eyes fluttered open. “You’re…”

“Yeah?” She glared down at him, drinking his face in as he stared back. “Spit it out.”

“You’re… So beautiful…”

She stopped, halfway down his dick. To think, one little compliment could throw her off-balance. Yes, she was beautiful, but this animal wasn’t supposed to think that. He was supposed to find her sexy, fuckable, rut-worthy, curvy, all a manner of other adjectives related to animalistic mating that a weak, evolutionarily-stunted species would call her.

Calling her ‘beautiful’? That wasn’t something animals did. It was… Mildly upsetting.

Growling, Karasuba lifted herself up and turned around. She stopped before she could resume, her pussy hovering over his dick, framed between her two black stockings. She started at the other bed, at the wet spot where she and Kazehana had shared their first mutual orgasm in years.

“Get up.” She got off of him and stood on the floor. Taking his hand, she pulled him off one bed and threw him on the other, his back against that spot. His knees bent around the edge of the bed, his toes touching the floor.

Picking up her sword, she sat on his pelvis and put his dick back in her pussy. Like an obedient pet, Minato began cautiously moving his hips. His breathing was labored, short. Every plunge he took, he was in danger of never coming back.

“Oooh yeees,” Karasuba slurred. “This is good therapy. Maybe I should do this to Red.”

Karasuba began rubbing her pussy, spread as it was around Minato’s monolith. “Hah, teach her a lesson by fucking you in front of her. Or maybe just fucking her from now on. Hell, maybe I’ll break every Sekirei’s heart, those I haven’t killed yet.”

Kazehana began stirring on the other bed, emerging from her sex coma. Karasuba’s fingerplay ramped up, as did the wetness around her living sybian device. 

“Wakey wakey, Kazehana,” she murmured devilishly. Minato stopped and leaned aside, seeing his Sekirei roll to her stomach, his eyes glued to her perfect ass.

His breath hitched as he found a sword pointed in his face.

“Eyes on me, human,” Karasuba said, her blade resting on the same shoulder she leered over. “I want her to wake up to your cum in my pussy.”

“Hgn!” Minato winced as somehow, Karasuba grew even tighter. Her legs and pussy were crushing the life from him.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Karasuba began bouncing again, her blade swaying mere inches from his nose. “Am I too much for you, Minato? I can tell you’ve never had a cunt like mine.”

Minato closed his eyes. His head hit the bed, and his hands grabbed Karasuba’s hips. His own hips got to work; it was all he could do not lose his mind and become the animal she thought he was.

“Ha ha ha! Yeah!” Karasuba leaned forward, resting her hand (and sword) on his knees. “Get it while you can, you pig! You were so good letting me fuck your woman, no, begging me to fuck her.”

Shleck tleck tleck tleck!

Karasuba’s clit was getting the rub of a lifetime. The sounds of her fingers working her lips was audible even amongst Minato’s whimpers and her heated grunts.

“Wake up, slut!” Karasuba barked, leering at Kazehana as the Wind Flower propped herself up. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it? WHAT THE-?! ”

As if to prove her point, Karasuba found herself tackled off of Minato, his dick popping out of her pussy. The Black Sekirei crashed against the bed, next to Kazehana. Her unseen attacker locked a chicken wing hold on the hand that held her sword, before powering it out of her grasp. Karasuba scissored her legs and tried to roll to her butt, but her attacker slipped a leg under her hip and flexed, forcing Karasuba’s leg to straighten. Karasuba’s other arm caught a chicken wing hold of its own, two superhuman hands locking behind her back. Finally, her attacker’s other leg slipped under her other hip.

Karasuba was caught: splayed, belly-down on the bed, all four limbs immobilized.

No mere human could’ve done this. But then, no mere human could’ve scaled the hotel walls and made it to the balcony undetected.

“That was low, Karasuba, even for you.” Benitsubasa’s body trembled atop her captain. It took everything she had to hold her in place, especially while wracked with fear. “I thought you hated sex.”

Karasuba relaxed, turning her head and smirking at her captor. “No, I hate love and I hate humans. So, not a lot of options for sex.”

“Except stealing mine,” Benitsubasa spat. She looked over at Kazehana. “Hey, Boobsy! You still in one piece?”

“Uhhgh… Hm?” Kazehana rubbed her ass, peach-pink from all the sensual abuse. “Mostly. Oh, so you made it after all. I thought we were past calling me ‘Boobsy’.”

“So did I, till I noticed you’ve grown, too.”

It was true. Kazehana’s magnificent melons were already the largest of any Sekirei, but now had started to outsize her own head.

Kazehana chuckled and put her hands behind her head, leaning back and emphasizing her bust even more. “Guilty as charged. Maybe it’s because I’m constantly thinking about my hubby.”

“You weren’t thinking about him a minute ago,” Karasuba chuckled.

Kazehana ignored her. “What tipped you off, Red? How’d you know to come early?”

“I only knew to come when I checked my phone and found a text I never sent.” Benitsubasa glared down at her captain. “How long did you know about this?”

“I had my suspicions, but I only knew after you bought that burner phone.”

Benitsubasa growled. “Stupid Saki…”

“So,” Karasuba ho-hummed, “what’s your plan, Red? Going to fight me for your one true love?”

“ He’s not my-! Rgh…” Benitsubasa grit her teeth. She clearly hadn’t planned anything.

Minato approached from behind them. “Karasuba, you said you just wanted sex.”

Karasuba grinned. “That was just a bonus. What I really wanted was some heartbreak.” She glanced up at her captor. “Wait, is that what happened, Red? At the warehouse?”

Benitsubasa growled again but didn’t answer. Karasuba was about to push further when she felt a surprise: a large, bulbous dick, teasing the entrance to her pussy.

“You still want it,” Minato said coldly. “Is that correct?”

Karasuba laughed. “You really want to bust inside of me, don’t you?”

“We’ll see,” Minato said, before thrusting inside of her. Her pussy sat at the edge of the bed, her legs spread by Benitsubasa’s heels. It was the perfect position for Karasuba to get fucked.

“Aaah…” Karasuba moaned. “Stolen dick is the best. Isn’t that right, Kazehana?”

Kazehana rubbed her eyes, shocked at what she was seeing.

“Huh?!” Benitsubasa exclaimed. Her big booty became handholds for Minato to fuck her captain. “Hey, what are you doing?!”

“Getting you ready,” Minato grunted. “You want bigger curves, don’t you?”

“Hmph… What about it?” Benitsubasa was blushing.

“You’ll see,” Minato said. “Gah!”

“Did you forget, Minato?” Karasuba’s toes curled inside her black boots. “Hmmm, even my pussy is the strongest of the Sekirei. Don’t be surprised if you’re a quickshot inside of me.”

Kazehana covered her mouth, feeling like Karasuba was proving herself right: that she was better; that without Karasuba, neither Minato’s dick nor Kazehana’s pussy could compare.

That is, until Minato pulled out, slapped Karasuba’s hamstring, and grabbed Kazehana’s wrist.

“Kazehana,” he breathed hotly, pulling her close to him. “I love you.”

Her eyes widened and she smiled. “I-”

He kissed her before she could finish. Her wings bloomed and she melted against him, moaning into his mouth.

“Hey, I’m doing all the work here!” Benitsubasa barked. “I set this whole thing up except for Black being here!”

Minato broke from the kiss and patted Benitsubasa’s ass, making it jiggle. “Get on top of her.”

Kazehana smirked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Of course, my Ashikabi .”

Reaching behind herself, she carefully slid her strap-on out of her ass. Still clean, still glistening with both natural and synthetic lube, Kazehana began to strap it on to herself.

“Too scared to finish, Minato?” said Karasuba. He slapped her hamstring again. “Hmh. Thought so.”

“You thought wrong,” Minato said, replacing his dick with a couple of fingers. “You tried to hurt me, and hurt my Sekirei. At least, that’s what you want me to think. The truth is, you’re pent-up, too. You have the same Ashikabi as Benitsubasa, so you came down here hoping you could finally get laid.”

“ I better get some of that dick!” Benitsubasa began shifting from side to side, her ass sloshing around. “I’ve been waiting all day for my share and these curves need more protein! So if you’re not going to fuck her, fuck me! ”

Karasuba shuddered as Minato’s fingers hit her g-spot.

“Haaah… If you wanted more curves, Red,” Karasuba said from beneath, “all you had to do was ask me.” She laughed as Minato slapped her again. “Harder, Minato. You want me to actually feel it, don’t you?”

“Wait, how?” Benitsubasa asked. “I thought getting creampied made us grow.”

Karasuba rolled her eyes, then rolled them a different way as Minato stuck two more fingers against her taint, teasing her lower pussy cleft.

“Ah… All it took… Oh…” Karasuba seemed to be the one losing control now. “Is for a Sekirei to get fucked… By a partner or two.”

“That’s it?! ” Benitsubasa rounded her glare at Kazehana.

“Ngh! Getting tight, Red,” Karasuba’s smile had half-formed into a grimace. “Your secret might slip out, if a doctor asks how I dislocated a shoulder.”

Kazehana shyly shrugged. “I wanted you to get some love,” she confessed to the pinkette. “I didn’t think you’d come back for more if you knew all it took was a partner with a salami stick, even a fake one.”

She sidled up to Minato and ran her hands down his chest. “And, after seeing what Minato’s packing, I knew he had enough love for all of us.”

“ THEN WHEN THE FUCK AM I GETTING MINE?! ” Benitsubasa screamed. “SHOVE THAT HUGE COCK INSIDE ME ALREADY! ”

“Bitchy girls don’t get what they want,” Kazehana chided. Two fingers, covered in pussy juice, now found refuge in Benitsubasa’s mouth. “I haven’t gotten Minato’s dick tonight, either. You’re not the only one who’s thirsty.”

Karasuba snickered. “Speak for your SELF! ”

Karasuba wasn’t ready for Minato’s whole dick, all at once. Nor was she ready when he pulled out, only one thrust completed.

“Hmph… So that’s what it’s going to be?” Karasuba said. “I get a token dip every once in a while, until I pass out from boredom?”

“It won’t be boredom,” Minato said. “You’ll pass out, after I make you cum harder than you ever have.”

Karasuba scoffed. “Please. Even out of practice, I’m still years ahead of you.”

“We’ll see,” Minato said. He took his trouser python and started flossing Karasuba’s ass with it, rubbing it against her surprisingly clean asshole. He dared not stick it in, but Karasuba didn’t know that. Her forbidden hole tensed at his touch, as did her pussy.

Kazehana finished strapping in and climbed atop the pile, facing Minato. She sat on Benitsubasa’s back. Looking down at her man, he beckoned her close and whispered his plan into her ear.

“Oh?” Kazehana’s pink lips broke into a grin. “Oh, you’re a bad boy, Minato.”

One hand slid down her stomach, past her navel and past her dildo. Minato leaned forward and placed his face between her breasts, quickly pulled tighter by Kazehana’s other hand. Her hum of approval did not go unnoticed.

“Hey, what’s going on back there?” Benitsubasa demanded, before two pairs of hands ripped her trunks open. “What the-?! Ah!”

That descending hand slipped inside her tight little pussy, resized by Minato’s cock but still so snug and greedy.

Kazehana chuckled. “Don’t worry, hun. You’ll get your fill, and then some.”

“Rrgh…” Bentisubasa wriggled atop her captain. “Then what’s the hold-up? Ah, fuck me already!”

“Yeah,” Karasuba sarcastically sneered from beneath. “What’s the hold-up? Oh!”

Minato slapped her ass as hard as he could, over and over, violently wailing on those cheeks like they owed him money. Their faint ripple washed against his cock with every blow. He wasn’t trying to scintillate, but to hurt. It was the only way she’d feel it enough to get her going.

Because he’d figured out Karasuba’s kink.

“Now we’re talking,” Karasuba murmured lustily. “Hate me all you like, but you know what I’ve got, Minato.”

Minato nodded, not that Karasuba could see it. “I do.”

“...Hm?” She was left confused as his dick departed her ass crack.

“Wait,” Benitsubasa said, “does this mean…? Oh! Ohmygod!”

She felt that monster probing her pussy lips, and she didn’t wait long before-

“ Aaaah, yeah! FUCKING FINALLY! ”

WAP!

“YEAH! Get that pussy! Grope me till I pass out!” Benitsubasa’s head came down between Karasuba’s shoulder blades. Her ass cheeks started bouncing in time with Minato’s thrusts. Her bottom lip curled inward. “Mmm-mmm-mmm! Fuck, that’s good!”

Karasuba began to shift beneath her, the Black Sekirei’s legs wriggling ever so slightly as they felt the effects of Minato’s thrusting. Her pussy started to drip, but there was no meat or rubber to stop the leak. All she got was Minato’s thighs and balls caressing her skin which, frankly, was making her hornier.

“Oh God!” Benitsubasa arched, moreso when Minato yanked on her pink hair. “I feel it coming! Fucking fill me! FUCKING FILL ME! ”

Benitsubasa gushed around Minato’s cock, her body contracting with every spurt. Minato’s dick followed suit, topping her off with seed. Her pussy could never get enough.

Kazehana felt the muscles in Benitsubasa’s back ripple against her thighs. As always, feeling Minato making another woman cum got her going, too. But, much as she wanted to lie down and give Minato an alternative body to ravage, she had a plan to be a part of.

Kazehana kissed her Ashikabi, her pink wings lighting up. She squealed with glee, then climbed off the fornicating pair. Standing in front of Karasuba, still wearing the strap-on, she bent her knees and leaned up against the wall. Next, she curled three fingers past her strap-on and into herself: two in the front, one through the back. She shuddered, then started stroking her fake dick like it was a real one.

“That’s it, hubby,” she breathed, watching as Minato made the pinkette his moaning, cock-hungry slut all over again. “You two look so hot while you fuck.”

Karasuba’s brow furrowed, which Kazehana pretended not to notice.

“I love watching you work,” Kazehana purred. “Make that big butt jiggle. Make that girl cum over and over again. Mmmm, gets me going every time.”

Karasuba’s eyes were boring into Kazehana’s stacked body, watching her stroke her fake dick. Her arm brushed against her huge rack, pushing and sliding her tit that made Karasuba remember fucking her.

“What are you doing?” Karasuba asked, her confidence wavering along with her wriggling body. “Hey, what are you trying to do?”

Kazehana giggled. “Aah… Isn’t it obvious?” She pulled her fingers out of her honeypot and licked the sweet fluid off of them. “I’m turning you into a slut for my husband, just like Benitsubasa. Just like me, too, if Miya wasn’t such a spoilsport.”

“Ngh, how?” Karasuba demanded, trying to shake her way free. It was no use: Benitsubasa’s body was locked tight. Nothing would shake her, not if it meant shaking her off of Minato’s cock.

Benitsubasa herself was half-awake, her tongue hanging out. She was licking Karasuba; she didn’t notice, but it was riling her boss up even more. All the Red Sekirei knew was that after days of starving, her hunger for meat had left her super sensitive. She never wanted it to stop.

“Ah…! Ah…! Ah…!” Benitsubasa was lost. Her ass cheeks and pussy tightened against her favorite dick, and its owner. Even bottomed out, she wanted it deeper. Even as she saw stars, she wanted it harder: harder groping, harder spanking.

“Kazehana,” Minato grunted. Gritting his teeth, he beckoned his Sekirei over before he came again. “Aaaah… Hah… Get her ready.”

“With pleasure,” said Kazehana, bending before Karasuba. She took her pussy-drenched fingers and put them to Karasuba’s lips. The Black Sekirei scowled slightly.

“If you ask verrry nicely,” Kazehana said coyly, “Minato will keep that promise he made.”

With that, Kazehana pushed Karasuba’s head down and straddled her neck. She caressed Benitsubasa’s cheek and lifted her head, pressing her face against her rubber dick.

“Wakey wakey, Red,” cooed Kazehana. “You remember how to suck a dick, right?”

Benitsubasa lurched before coming around. Minato slowed his thrusts to gentle in and out strokes, which certainly got her attention.

“Hey… You bastard…” Benitsubasa could barely speak; her breathing was heavier than Kazehana’s giant jugs. Her body was still diverting power to her pussy muscles, even though the ignition from Minato’s dick had stopped.

“Wait, Kazehana,” said Minato. Kazehana raised an eyebrow, then both after he said, “Let’s switch.”

They did so. Now, it was Minato who’d be face-fucking Benitsubasa, with Kazehana free to go ham on her pussy.

Minato cupped Benitsubasa’s chin, feeling Karasuba’s naked arms against his legs. His thumb caressed her cheek as she looked up at him. Her big, pink eyes started at him longingly, or rather his veiny phallus. Settling in, Minato squeezed Karasuba’s arms tighter with his thighs, drawing a grunt from her.

“It’s too bad you were winged by someone else,” Minato said, quite sincerely. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

Kazehana chuckled. “You want to take her to dinner after fucking her?”

Karasuba grinned beneath him. “Let me go and I’ll take you both out.”

“Kazehana,” said Minato, “every time Karasuba talks from now on, do something naughty to her.”

“‘Naughty’?” Karasuba said, before crying out in pain. Kazehana’s powerful legs, which straddled Karasuba’s hips, squeezed their knees and began crushing her pelvis.

“I haven’t forgotten, Karasuba,” she said. “Matsu’s not the only one who likes playing with candles.”

She eased up, leaving Karasuba… panting?

“Enough talk,” said Benitsubasa. “Both of you, fuck me, and don’t stop until I cum.”

Kazehana lined her strap-on up. “Whatever you say, ‘Kuyoku’.”

Kazehana and Minato pushed into Benitsubasa’s holes, the pinkette squealing with delight around Minato’s dick. Without control, Benitsubasa concentrated and closed her eyes, gurgling and gagging as her throat was violated and stretched. Her jaw hurt from how wide she had to open; she refused to let teeth discourage him. At the same time, Kazehana thrust into her cunt and began squelching the juice from her tight walls.

The orgasm train soon came roaring through. Benitsubasa was in heaven, her filthy mouth violated by a Grade-A schlong while her pussy got a pounding that only a Sekirei could provide. Kazehana ramped up her hips and started slamming Benitsubasa so hard that it sent ripples up her ass and into her developing titties. She only wished someone would grope them.

Wish granted.

“ Gulk! Urk! Hwr! Hwr! ” The slutty sounds were like music to everyone’s ears when Kazehana laid down along the Red Sekirei’s back. Her powerful legs kept working, slapping Benitsubasa’s dump truck of an ass and sending those ripples into Kazehana’s balloon-sized tits, spilling out along Benitusbasa’s shoulders. Kazehana’s hand caressed Benitusbasa’s throat.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” Kazehana whispered, licking “Kuyoku’s” neck. “I should’ve entered therapy years ago.”

“Aa-aah…” Minato’s heavy sigh was a sign that “Kuyoku” had started sucking in earnest. “Hah, before we met?”

“We should’ve met years ago,” Kazehana said, peppering Benitsubasa’s neck with kisses. “Draining your balls every night… My tits would get so big that I could barely stand up…” Kazehana bit her lip and moaned, her imagination running wild. “Now, let’s make this little minx cum before she suffocates.”

“Right. And, Karasuba?”

The Black Sekirei lifted her head. No one could see her pursed lips, but she couldn’t hide her heavy, lustful breathing. “Yeah?”

“You’re next,” said Minato.

The bonded lovers went full-power, Minato pulling on Benitsubasa’s hair as Kazehana straightened up and shifted to turbo. Her hands crashed into Benitsubasa’s booty, squeezing and abusing those fat blobs of dough as she threw caution to the wind and rode Benitusbasa like a bronco buster breaking a horse. Benitsubasa screamed around Minato’s cock and started cumming, looking into his eyes as the desire, the need , to fill her with his cum turned her on like a live wire into a light socket. Her eyes rolled back and her muffled cries devolved into gurgling as Minato bottomed out. Soon, her body lurched and-

“ AH! ”

-nearly crippled Karasuba with an orgasmic muscle-lock. Lucky for her, she was strong enough to not let that happen, even if she couldn’t break out.

Minato gasped, his own orgasm just as intense as he dumped his load down her throat. He left his dick in Benitsubasa after he finished, relishing the way her throat contracted around him, trying to coax and swallow more of his cum. He pulled out, leaving her gasping and panting, yet smiling and half-dazed.

“Switch back,” said Minato. Kazehana nodded and backed off the bed. She and Minato went around, both copping a feel on their favorite part of the other as they went.

Staring down at Karasuba, Kazehana put on a haughty face, hands on her hips.

“So, Karasuba, I think it’s high time you confessed.”

“To what?” she asked.

“To the real reason you fought Yume all those times,” Minato said, slapping his meat against her ass. He then started flossing said ass, rubbing another erection to life.

As Minato continued, Kazehana grabbed Karasuba’s head and shoved the strap-on against her face, smearing Benitsubasa’s cum stench all over her.

“The truth is, you enjoyed getting beaten,” said Minato. “You enjoy humiliation, even if it’s your own. So, you challenged Yume all those times and got this -”

He hammered her ass with his palm.

“-whooped so hard, you just couldn’t stop. It’s why you want Musubi to get stronger: so you can finally get off again.”

Karasuba laughed. “What, all that from the fact you enjoyed watching me cuck you?”

“No, from the fact Musubi told me about things Yume told her about you , like how she was the only one who ever made you feel helpless.”

…

“Not denying it?” Kazehana said, smirking as she dragged her rubber cock all over Karasuba’s face.

“She’s honest, at least,” said Minato, dragging his own cock down to Karasuba’s glistening, and dripping, pussy lips. “So, to show you there’s no hard feelings… I’m going to make you my cum dumpster.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” Karasuba snarled. She winced as Minato slapped her again.

“I’m talking to a horny lady.” Minato narrowed his eyes at her. “You said you wanted me to cum inside you, remember?”

Karasuba snarled. “No…”

“You wanted some ‘bestiality tonight’, remember?”

Karasuba started to thrash, tossing from side to side as Benitsubasa clenched up and kept her locked down.

“You wouldn’t dare,” spat the Black Sekirei. “I’ll kill you!”

Kazehana squatted down in front and cupped Karasuba’s chin. “The safe word is ‘rainbow’, remember?”

All she got in response was a grimace. Grinning, Kazehana ran her tongue up Karasuba’s face, tasting the residue of Benitsubasa’s pussy and her own pristine ass.

Wow, we’re delicious, she thought, smacking her pink lips as she stood up. Hmmm… Maybe we should both do anal next time, once I show her how to prep.

For now, though, she turned her grin towards her beloved Ashikabi.

“Let’s spit-roast this pig,” he said, earning a nod from her.

Once more, both thrust in. Karasuba allowed it, tightening her pussy muscles to squeeze Minato’s dick to death… before Kazehana pulled out halfway and pinched Karasuba’s nose closed.

It took a moment to register, before Karasuba’s eyes widened. She started to struggle. Benitsubasa dutifully kept her trapped, even as she was still zonked-out in post-climactic bliss. Karasuba lost focus on her pussy and gave Minato the green light to pound her as he saw fit, slapping and clawing at her ass for all the fear, the pain, the loss she’d caused so far. He took it all out on her athletic cheeks.

He knew he was right when, even as she panicked, Karasuba’s pussy started flowing with wetness. Her muffled grunts turned to stifled moans, then squeals, then gagging screams as her pelvis started wriggling. She was desperate for more friction. Tears formed in Karasuba’s eyes as she looked up at Kazehana: unable to breath, unable to escape, unable to stop herself from being violated by… a mere human .

Unable to hide the fact she was loving it.

Kazehana thrust inside when Minato’s face grew strained. He was getting close.

“I’m… Rgh, I’m going to cum inside you,” he said. “A human’s going to fill you with seed, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“ Hr! ” She’d only been breathless for 30 seconds. 30 seconds of action, yet Karasuba came so violently that she broke Benitsubasa’s hold on her legs. Her knees slammed into the bed’s side, breaking the frame. She threw herself against Minato, succumbing to everything he’d accused her of and knocking him backwards. Thus, he got a front-row seat to watch her gaping pussy convulse and tighten around emptiness, begging to be filled, begging to practically be raped. A nod from him to Kazehana gave Karasuba her breath back.

…almost.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Kazehana said, taking her hand and instead yanking on Karasuba’s ponytail. “Because it won’t last long.”

The Black Sekirei’s only reply was a panting gurgle, her eyes half-lidded.

Kazehana smiled at her man. “I think you got her back for fucking me.” She climbed over to sit atop the pile, undoing her strap-on. “Care to try fucking both of them?”

“Hold on,” Minato said. He gently moved her aside and patted Benitsubasa on the head. When that didn’t get a response, he patted her ass instead.

“Ah… Huh?” The Red Sekirei noticed that. She glanced behind herself. “If you want more of this…” She sloshed her cheeks and clapped them together. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”

“Not yet.” Minato spun his finger. “Turn Karasuba over, but keep her arms trapped.”

“How am I…” Benitsubasa paused. “One second.”

It took closer to ten, but it ended with Karasuba’s arms crossed beneath her back, as if they’d been tied together bondage-style, and her legs folded against her shoulders. Benitsubasa sat on top, holding her captain’s wrists; she looked like she was giving Karasuba a hug. A little lower, and the two Sekirei would be kissing on their lower lips.

Scooting her legs up, tightening the mating press, Benitsubasa looked back at Minato again.

“Like this?”

Minato nodded, but Kazehana didn’t.

“One more thing,” she said, kneeling next to them. “Hold tight, hun.”

Karasuba came around as she felt herself rolling over. She found herself on top of her subordinate, their equal-sized busts pressed against each other, along with their unequally thick thighs.

She blinked. “Red?”

“Hi, Black,” said Benitsubasa, before her eyes rolled back. “Ooooh fuuuuuck…!”

That’s when Karasuba felt it: a swollen shaft sliding along her pussy lips. Her first instinct was to plant her feet and ride it, but her heels were pressed to the bed next to her shoulders and Benitsubasa’s legs were clenching up. No matter: she was a Single Number. Even like this, a weaker Sekirei couldn’t hold her-

“Let me help you with that,” came Kazehana’s voice from above. Karasuba felt a massive pair of jugs drag themselves up her back, before a second pair of legs locked in around her.

A hand grabbed her ponytail and jolted her head up.

“You didn’t think he was done, did you?” Kazehana murmured. “You were right about one thing: my hubby is an animal.”

She shook her booty, smearing dripping pussy juice on Karasuba’s ass.

“That is, when you get him worked up,” she added.

“Oh!” Benitsubasa cried out as she felt her petals part. “Fuck! Yeah! YEAH! YEAH! ”

Minato lived up to his newfound rep, slamming his schlong into his pink-haired lover, making her writhe beneath her captive captain. Kazehana bit her lip and joined in with moans of her own, feeling Minato’s fingers force their way into her pussy, stroking her sensitive g-spot.

“Oh yeah! Right there! NNNnnh! ” Kazehana squealed and reached back, adding a finger to her asshole. “ This is how you treat a lady!”

“No,” said Minato, before going down the stack and giving each big booty a slap.

“Ah!”

“Ngh…”

“FUCKING HELL!”

“This,” he said, “is how I treat a hungry slut.”

“You’re right!” Kazehana howled as his fingers picked up speed, along with his hips. “I’m nothing but a dirty slut! A slut for you, Minato!”

Benitsubasa didn’t answer. She’d quickly lost herself again, a horny smile and half-lucid look on her face as she took Minato’s cock again and again. Karasuba was forced to stare at that face, to be reminded of how hard she’d come not ten minutes ago. Was she… Was she actually feeling deprived? This couldn’t be-

“Ngh!” Three fingers in her pussy cut off her thoughts. Those weren’t Kazehana’s, because the Wind Sekirei was digging her claws into Karasuba’s shoulders. She felt Kazehana wriggling her hourglass curves against her back. Try as she might, Karasuba couldn’t help but join in. This human was taking all his pent-up fear and resentment out on her pussy lips: stretching her out, stroking her

“Ah, yes! Yes!” cried Kazehana. She seized Karasuba’s head and forced it back, kissing her hard on the neck. “You want it, too, don’t you?”

Karasuba grit her teeth as Kazehana grabbed her ponytail and pulled harder.

“Mmmmh, fingers don’t compare to a nice, thick cock,” Kazehana whispered. “Isn’t that right, Benitsubasa?”

“Ah, ah, ah, AH!” The Red Sekirei’s cries were growing higher. Her legs gripped Karasuba tighter.

“Benitsubasa… I’ll cum inside you,” said Minato, his body starting to sway as his thrusts grew more wild. “I’ll give you what you want!”

“Fuck, this is so hot,” Kazehana said, licking Karasuba’s ear. “You want Minato to take you so badly, to be raped and soiled by a human, don’t you?”

“Hrgh!” Karasuba grit her teeth, her eyes starting to roll back. Her feet thumped the bed when he spanked her again.

“Oh ho?” Kazehana chuckled. “I don’t hear the safe word. Guess we know what’s coming next. Ah! Mm-MM!”

Minato made the metal horn hand sign inside her, rubbing her inner pussy with his middle and third fingers while rolling her clit around with his thumb. “Ooh, keep doing that! I won’t last long!”

“Gonna blow!” he shouted.

“No! Wait! Hold it in, Minato!” With lightning speed, Kazehana scooted away from his fingers, turned herself around, and lay back down facing him. Giving the metal horns treatment to her ass, Kazehana rubbed herself off while spreading her pussy lips. She ground them against Karasuba’s neck, smearing her wetness on her former tormentor.

“What are you doing?!” Karasuba demanded, her pussy muscles tightening as she felt her next orgasm approaching.

“I’m gonna squirt all over your head,” Kazehana said, face-to-face with her husband, “and then Minato’s, ah, going to f-fuck! FUUUCK!”

The writhing bodies all climaxed together, Benitsubasa’s animal cries culminating in a scream as her pussy sucked up Minato’s cum. Kazehana kissed him and did as she threatened, unloading all over Karasuba’s silver hair. Karasuba was no better, burying her face in Benitsubasa’s shoulder as her body betrayed her again, soaking Minato’s fingers.

Blushing and panting, Kazehana drew back and patted Karasuba’s ass. “Got one more in you, Minato?”

Panting himself, Minato nodded and gave her a thumbs-up.

“Okay…” She slid her arms around Karasuba’s waist, resting her head on her ass. “Do it. Fuck this sow till she breaks.”

Karasuba growled. “A sow?!”

Indeed, she was, because she was squealing like one once Minato revved up and Kazehana pushed her discarded strap-on dildo into Karasuba’s ass. Still, no safe word, and why would there be? Karasuba came and came and came, getting off on the pain of her black cherry being popped, her red cherry being mashed, and two weak Sekirei holding her captive. She pulled and pushed in her fleshy bindings, straining her joints and adding to the agony getting her off. 

She would never recover from this. She was hooked, and she knew it. Yume was bad enough, but two weaklings and a human humiliating her like this? Her body was pushed to its absolute limit to accommodate the pleasure being given, her muscles aching by the time Minato bottomed out and his balls contracted against her.

“Uuuhhhhhh…” With that weak cry, Karasuba surrendered, melting on top of Benitsubasa. The Red Sekirei went bug-eyed as Karasuba kissed her and limply flopped in the throes of one final orgasm. Kazehana giggled as she felt it beneath her, running her hands on Karasuba’s smooth skin. For a moment, to her, Karasuba almost seemed human.

Kazehana slid off and knelt beside the two, holding up Minato as he collapsed against her. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “You were fantastic, Minato.”

She patted Karasuba’s back, below her still-trapped arms. “Want some from me?”

Karasuba’s head lolled to one side. “Rainbow… Rainbow…”

“Let her go, Red,” said Kazehana. Benitsubasa complied, Minato catching Karasuba as she toppled over, her pussy twitching.

Benitsubasa sat up. “What happens now?”

“Now,” Kazehana said, “we wait, and make sure everyone’s okay before we leave. Aftercare is important.” She glanced down at Karasuba and wrinkled her lip. “Despite what some partners think.”

Benitsubasa thought for a moment, then reached over to the bedside table and picked up the phone. “Anyone hungry? I could go for some room service.”

There was a consensus among them, save for Karasuba.

Minato crawled over to the battered Black Sekirei. “Hey, Karasuba, you want us to order you something?”

After receiving no response, Benitsubasa shrugged. “I know what she likes. I’ll get her some miso soup and spicy salmon sashimi.”

While she dialed the hotel’s service, Minato laid down next to Karasuba and started stroking her arm. “Hey, Karasuba?” No response, again. Karasuba rolled to her back, her eyes unfocused and her breathing heavy.

“Um, just so you know, I didn’t mean anything I said while we were… You know…”

Kazehana chuckled. “After everything we did, now you’re feeling embarrassed?” She laid down on Karasuba’s other side, kissing her shoulder while looking across at Minato. “I’m surprised you picked up on the roleplay aspect.”

Minato blushed. “Well, I happen to know what a safeword is and what it means.” He looked at Karasuba. “But I meant it when I said you were beautiful. I’ve always been afraid of you, especially after that night on the bridge. But after you came here, after you decided not to hurt Kazehana…”

Karasuba groaned and started to stir, flexing her limbs as if waking up from a long nap.

“Please, don’t be mad at Musubi,” Minato pleaded, mimicking Kazehana and kissing Karasuba’s shoulder. “She only told me that because I asked her about you and Yume. I don’t think less of you for it, and I wouldn’t have kept going if you’d said ‘rainbow’ like Kazehana did. I just… I just wanted to make you happy, the way we made Kazehana happy, together. You-”

“Don’t you ever shut up?” Karasuba said, sitting up and sliding off the bed. “I was down to fuck, and that’s all we did. The only reason I gave Kazehana any aftercare was so she’d come back for more.”

Walking over to her discarded clothes, Karasuba began redonning them. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still going to win, and every other Sekirei and human is going to die when I do.”

And just like that, the mood in the room was dead. Kazehana unconsciously reached over and took Minato’s hand.

Last to be retrieved was Karasuba’s sword, sliding back into its sheathe at her hip. She walked towards the open balcony window, the summer wind causing her matted hair to sway.

“Still…” She glanced back at them. “Maybe I’ll keep you three around after that. You make good fuck toys.”

Her eyes wandered down. A devilish smile appeared on her face. Turning back, she jumped the bed, straddled Minato one more time and, in a move that surprised everyone, kissed him full on the mouth. While Kazehana was still processing the fact that the murderous psychopath whom she’d had sex with was currently sucking face with her Ashikabi, Karasuba was back at the balcony.

“Tell me,” said the Black Sekirei, nodding towards Kazehana. “How does her ass taste?”

Then she was gone, leaving her three “lovers” to wonder what she meant by-

“Wait, that strap-on went inside your ass?” Benitsubasa said, horror slowly dawning on her. “And you face-fucked her with it?! And she kissed me?!”

Benitsubasa beat Minato to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“Hey, no fair!” Minato whined, wobbling on his worn-out legs. “I need to wash my mouth out, too!”

A pair of hands guided his face to a pair of pink lips.

“I cleaned up better than that,” Kazehana said, “and I can prove it.”

Her pink wings unfolded as she kissed him. One meal, one shower, and some more aftercare later, and everyone was headed home satisfied.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

“Where’d you go, Red?” Haihane asked from the couch. She sniffed the air. “And why do you smell like sex?”

“Did Karasuba come back yet?” Benitsubasa asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

“What did she smell like?”

“Like you.”

“That’s why,” said Benitsubasa, before heading off to change her clothes. Haihane just rolled her eyes and resolved to get to the bottom of things on her own. Karasuba had fed her the exact same lie.

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Tsukiumi leaned back and stretched, feeling the vibrations of tension throughout her body and the pressure of her black bikini on her skin. She'd been looking forward to this: a day at the MBI Resort, to relax and enjoy herself with her husband and friend-rivals. Kusano and Musubi were already in the wading pool, splashing water between them. Matsu lounged on a beach chair, basking in the sunbeams shining through the glass roof. Tsukiumi herself enjoyed the sensation of warm sand between her toes, even if she knew the sand was indoors with a layer of concrete beneath.

"Now, where is my husband?" Tsukiumi asked, looking around. She saw plenty of Ashikabi around, pleased to notice none of them staring at her, as well as a slightly larger number of Sekirei. However, her beloved Minato was not among them.

"Matsu, didst thou see where he went?"

Matsu shrugged.

Tsukiumi frowned and folded her arms. "'Tis most queer. I caught him staring at Musubi's breasts whilst we were cleaning the bathroom. Surely, he would not miss this chance to ogle us."

Kusano drenched Musubi with a giggle and then spoke up. "I think Kazehana needed him for something."

Tsukiumi's eyes narrowed venomously. "Of course that shameless lollard would selfishly steal him away. Which way did they go?"

Tsukiumi was off in the direction Kusano pointed, already imagining a dozen things Minato might say in his defense. She wound her way through the fake jungle of palm trees, sticking to the concrete resort path which led to a series of sauna cabanas. Whilst attempting to discern which way her wayward husband went, Tsukiumi chanced upon a familiar foe.

"Thee!"

"Nine? What are you doing here?"

It was Haihane, the Discipline Squad member who'd been the decoy for Minato's kidnapping by Number 105. She was sporting a two-piece bikini like Tsukiumi, though hardly a flattering one considering her figure. Haihane had a moderate bust, but a torso that seemed a tad too big for her malnourished limbs. Were she human, she might look normal but for a slight off-ness of proportions. For a Sekirei, though? Haihane's bony figure belied her physical power. Even her partner, at least, was smaller in stature and had legs fitting of a battle-ready Sekirei. Perhaps it was a matter of diet, for even now, Haihane's pale skin seemed in ill-health. Everything below her neck had a faded, almost rubber-like appearance to it, with several scars on her forearms and sternum. Her hair looked equally diseased, unkempt and ragged; if not for the need for battle, Tsukiumi might've thought it matted in areas.

"I seek my husband," Tsukiumi replied, the odor of pool chlorine not aiding Haihane's plagued aura. "What of it?"

"Huh." Haihane looked around. "I thought I saw Benitsubasa over here. Was your Ashikabi with anyone?"

"Supposedly, with Three, the penultimate member of the flock," said Tsukiumi.

Haihane's colour went from grey to blue. "Ms. Melons?" she muttered nauseously. "That's not good…"

"What? Why? Speak up!"

"Benitsubasa's got a short fuse when it comes to bigger women," Haihane answered. "I really hope she doesn't destroy the resort again…"

XXXXXXXXXXXX

"Mmmm, I can't wait for this thing to destroy me," Kazehana purred. Her eyes were glued to Minato's swollen tip, thrusting up and down from the top of her melons. Her thighs twitched and she let out a small yelp as she felt Minato's tongue swat her pussy. "Ooooh, I can't wait much longer!"

They were all lying on the bench in this steamy little hideaway. Her favorite salami stick had the perfect backdrop in the form of Benitsubasa's big booty, nearly as smothering and soft as Kazehana's top-of-the-line titties. It, too, sandwiched Minato's cock, two giant glutes pressing two massive mammaries for double the pleasure and triple the fun. Their bathing suits all lay in a heap nearby. Their skin was slick with sweat, so soft and slippery.

"Hey, no slacking!" Benitsubasa hissed, looking over her shoulder at the 69-ing lovers. "You get this cock, then I get the first load! Hurry up and get him off!"

Kazehana chuckled and motorboated her face into Benitsubasa's cake-filled bakery, tasting that sweet salty brine on her skin. The Wind Sekirei swirled her tongue along her puckered lips, trying to fill Red's head with fantasies about being eaten out. It worked like a charm, as Benitsubasa's next demand was stifled by a curled lip and a moan.

"It's not a race, hun," Kazehana assured her, reaching up to pull her tighter against Minato's cock, swallowing it whole down a chasm of cleavage. "Oo! Right there! Suck me, Minato!"

Minato complied, earning a stream of stifled squeals and muted moans even as Benitsubasa started stroking her rim with his tip. Even so, something bothered him, something which was slowly putting him off his Sekirei's all-you-can-eat buffet. It had been gnawing at him for some time, ever since that day in the hotel when the warehouse threesome had gone from a one-time thing to the first of many.

"Hey, Ka-AH!" He never seemed to be ready for Kazehana's blowjobs, even when she only took him down to the glans. "Kazehana- mph!"

He found himself smothered in pussy, wriggling and grinding on his face like she was trying to polish it. His only recourse was to eat his way out.

Minato dove in and thrust his tongue into his Sekirei, searching for her g-spot. Kazehana coughed and gasped, sucking his cock even harder. Minato screwed his courage and pressed on, even while his Sekirei seemed determined to get the cum from his balls through sheer vacuum force of suction. He swirled around her slick insides like a propeller on a ship, driving her wild, her body shifting and even starting to twitch on top of him. Minato's hands ran rings over Kazehana's supply of lower-end goodies, her silky-smooth skin a delight for his palms and face alike.

"Hey, I hear that!" Benitsubasa said. "You better not hog him to yourself, Kazehana!"

Kazehana responded by grabbing Benitsubasa's hips and pulling her ass against her lips, going from sucking to kissing as she parked the pinkette's petals against her mouth and Minato's swelling dick.

"At the same time?!" Benitsubasa cried. Her legs slid back and slotted Kazehana's face between them. Her face tipped down and pressed against the wood of the bench; her hands were too busy pushing her maximum booty against Kazehana's face. "Holy shit… Ah, aaaah, holy shit! FRRK!"

Benitsubasa's cunt petals squelched around Minato's dick, basting Kazehana's face.

Kazehana was feeling it, too. Her pussy coiled up like a spring and ready to unload a hot blast of love all over Minato's face. It was keeping pace with Minato's cock, swelling and twitching.

"W-Wait…!" Minato cried.

Her lips popped free. She rose and looked down, past her smoking hot body and at her hubby's lubed-up face. "Everything okay, hun?"

"Yeah, I mean, it feels great and all…" He looked away, sullenly. "But I can't help but feel like we shouldn't be doing this."

"The hell you just say?!" Benitsubasa abandoned subtlety and rounded on them, pushing Kazehana up and getting down in Minato's face, not caring how he judged her modest-but-growing chest. "What's that supposed to mean, asshole? You think you can just use me for a side piece for a couple weeks and then walk off?! HUH?!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant at all!" He was sweating bullets. Benitsubasa was the only Sekirei that Minato feared as much as Tsukiumi. Both had tempers like volcanoes. "I just meant keeping it a secret!"

The fireplug on Minato's pelvis was levered up by a hand on her sternum, fury replaced with affection as Kazehana's face now filled Minato's view.

"Feeling guilty?" she asked with a sad smile. "I'm not surprised. You love us, after all."

For a moment, Minato's eyes stared through Kazehana, at the pink-haired girl hovering over them both.

"Tsukiumi especially," Minato confessed. "She always gets mad when she thinks I went behind her back. I don't want to think how hurt she'd be if she found out."

"Then don't tell her," Benitsubasa said, anxiously starting to floss his cock with her pussy. "That's need-to-know, and she doesn't need to."

"But it's wrong!" Minato said, wincing as he felt his tip momentarily snag on hot pussy lips. "I wouldn't have gone behind her back like I did if I could help it, but you were holding me hostage and I wasn't sure what to do, then one thing led to another and…"

Benitsubasa smirked and sat on his shaft, her arms crossed.

"Yeah right." She turned around, shaking her cake like a mating call of the wild. "You act like I forced you to do anything after you got a taste of my pussy. Hey!"

Benitsubasa's face was drawn into the soft embrace of Kazehana, the bustier woman bent over like a crane. Her colossal cans covered Benitsubasa's eyes with soft, supple underboob.

"You act like you gave him a choice," Kazehana said.

"Bullshit!" Benitsubasa snarled. "I wanted him to…"

Kazehana chuckled. "Wanted him to… what?" She cupped her tits and swabbed Benitsubasa's face in pillowy goodness. "For what? Hmmmm?"

"Never mind that!" Benitsubasa pushed her way free. "Gimme that cock!"

She raised her ass and lined up his barrel with her holster. Grimacing with anticipation, Benitsubasa worked the tip past her folds, then kicked her legs out from beneath her.

"UUUH-mh!"

Kazehana's hand covered her mouth as Minato came inside her. The torrent of hot spunk set Benitsubasa off, too. As true as it was from the moment she'd deflowered Minato, Benitsubasa was too pent-up when she wasn't coming down or getting plowed.

"You're too loud for your own good, you know that?" Kazehana teased, sliding around to straddle Minato's chest. "Lucky for you, I always carry some pillows."

She pulled Benistubasa's face into her enormous titties, which Minato now knew had definitely been growing since she'd winged herself on him. Her boobflesh was spilling over the tops of her forearms; they were bigger than Kazehana's head when they weren't contained by her dress. Even facing away from them, a simple 90-degree turn of Benitsubasa's head left her with nothing but her pink hair showing on that side of her face.

"Don't worry, hun," Kazehana told the desperate girl. She used her weapons of maidenly affection to fully surround Benitsubasa's face. The petite pinkette learned the advantages of pairing a smaller head with cleavage that was twelve sizes too huge. "Whatever you want from him, my hubby's got enough for twelve Sekirei."

"Ngh…" Minato winced as his cock felt Benitsubasa's pussy flutter; she screamed into Kazehana's bosom. It didn't help when Kazehana looked over her shoulder. Her bedroom eyes drove him wild.

"As for you," she said, bouncing her own stacked booty, "just because I'm clean doesn't mean you should stick your fingers inside."

He stuck his fingers inside.

"MM-MPH!" Now Kazehana had to smother herself with her hand. Her husband was groping her ass and plundering her pussy from below, giving her a nice, hard bar to grind her asshole on. She was such a tease, but such a sub. How quickly Minato had rushed to disregard her warning. Meanwhile, Benitsubasa kept plapping her titanic tush against Minato's pelvis. She took a break from slapping his thighs to roll her hips around and around, her soft cheeks spilling in and out of Minato's inner thigh. Everything below Benitsubasa's hard gaze was soft, so much that he could feel the ripples of her ass cheeks as they sloshed around. The Red Sekirei's whimpers and muffled cries punctuated the twitch and clap of her meat; she was truly blessed below the waistline.

Hearing how much Minato pleased their third wheel soon caused Kazehana to cum. Minato followed, his balls working double-time to pump Benitsubasa full of cum, her greedy pussy sucking it all inside herself.

Tears of ecstasy trickled over Kazehana's fingers. She couldn't wait any longer. Her pussy was super-sensitive after cumming and she needed to feel her husband inside herself.

Burying her mouth in Benitsubasa's hair, Kazehana lifted Benitsubasa's legs and turned her around. She crushed her favorite pink-haired minx to herself, smothering the girl's face with her heaving hooters. Her pussy twitched, as did the rest of her body, when she stood up, leaving Minato's fingers behind to lift Benitsubasa off Minato's cock. Naturally, 'Kuyoku' whined in protest, making up for it by groping the life out of Kazehana's tits. Kazehana, in turn, slipped her grip lower so as to tease Benitsubasa's petals with her fingers, and to hoist her up a little more. Kazehana dismounted Minato, dragging Benitsubasa's soft thigh over his dick, before she remounted him facing the other way. Now, with Benitsubasa's oversized buns less than a foot from his face, and Kazehana's overinflated chest balloons distorting around Benitsubasa's head, Minato had the best seat in the house to watch Kazehana slot his cock inside herself and start riding.

Kazehana's eyes rolled back and she squalled into the palm of her hand. She almost sounded pained. Even if Minato couldn't see the fucked-silly smile in her eyes, the way her pelvis gyrated pack and forth gave her away. She was in heaven, feeling her tight walls stirred up by her true love's massive member, and Minato was over the moon that he was the lucky guy it belonged to. But, he couldn't leave out Benitsubasa. The hand that was dry, he snaked under her heavy duty booty and quickly found her pussy. His wet hand, the one that had been fingering Kazehana, reached towards Kazehana's face.

"O-Open your mouth," Minato panted, spent but rapidly recharging. Kazehana's snatch was full of love and warmth and a desperate need to be filled, almost as desperate as Benitsubasa's.

Kazehana obeyed him, her tongue lolling out. She licked her juices off Minato's fingers before taking them into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out from the suction, making the most erotic sounds with every breath she took. He could now feel her moans and stifled shrieks straight from the source, so she absolutely let him have it. She cut loose. She squealed around his fingers. She swirled her tongue around him. She rode him like she was drilling him for oil, looking for that thick geyser of success. All the while, she used her now-free hand to join Minato in playing Benitsubasa's pussy like a piano. Between her lovers' fingers and the feeling of Minato's cum sloshing around in her womb, the poor girl was shaking. Her gelatinous booty made soft slapping sounds from the rolling mounds of dough smothering Minato's midriff. Minato couldn't resist; he started slapping that thing, forehanding and backhanding each big booty-cheek. Benitsubasa's legs squirmed around him, which only made her cake shake more. Soon enough, he blew his load inside his busty wind flower; Kazehana lost control of her climax and felt the rush of simultaneously being filled and emptying out.

All of which, Tsukiumi and Haihane witnessed from a small vent window in the cabana's back wall.

Tsukiumi couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing. All of it, from the kidnapping to the infidelity to Kazehana's collusion to Minato's guilt, even as the three continued their dubious liaison…

She sank against the outside wall, listening to the sounds of the fornicating trio. She was too shocked to be angry, her mind unable to fully come to grips with the reality she was now a part of.

A sniffle was the only queer thing to reach her senses, and it came from right beside her. Haihane was also sunk against the wall, curled up into a ball and hugging her knees to her chest.

"It's not fair…"

Tsukiumi's shock turned to bewilderment at the sight of her weeping counterpart. "For thee?"

Haihane nodded sullenly.

Tsukiumi's voice was a biting whisper. "How doth the violation of my husband and the defilement of my marriage seem unfair for thee?!"

"Because your Ashikabi loves his Sekirei."

It was back to shock. "Art thou serious?"

Haihane nodded again.

"But if…" What Tsukiumi had witnessed entered a wholly different light. She knew Minato well enough to know, if nothing else, he was faithful. Certainly, he may sneak off to have a bath with Musubi, or allow himself to be entrapped by a disrobing Matsu, but that was the extent of his duplicity. It never failed to make her boil when she discovered it, but she'd learned to forgive him.

This, however, was unforgivable… if her husband wasn't exactly the kind of man to always help someone in distress. He'd helped Musubi escape the Lightning Twins, carrying her to safety and triggering a strong reaction from her. He'd helped Kusano escape the clutches of the Southern Ashikabi, even taking a lightning bolt for his troubles. He'd even helped Tsukiumi herself, both to see the truth about Ashikabi (well, half-truth; some were truly vile monkeys) and to defend her from that wretched Seo.

So, if Minato was adultering with another Sekirei, and a Sekirei from that same flock said their shared Ashikabi had no love for them, then it made perfect sense as to why Minato would allow himself to be seduced into a dubious liaison.

...That didn't mean he was beyond reproach. Well-meaning or not, Tsukiumi was still his wife, and a mere thrashing wouldn't be enough recompense for Minato's duplicity.

"If thine Ashikabi cares not for thee, why dost thou care for him?" Tsukiumi inquired.

Haihane shrugged. "It's compulsive. Most of us can't help but like our Ashikabi, in some way."

"And what of mine?" Tsukiumi asked. "What dost thou make of my husband?"

Haihane stood up and peeped on the trio again. Tsukiumi was morbidly curious enough to see for herself. In an erotic display of power, Benitsubasa was holding Kazehana in the air, her legs wrapped around the Red Sekirei's bountiful hips. Benitsubasa was lifting Kazehana up and throwing her down onto Minato's cock, while Minato groped and squeezed the phat fanny in front of him. Kazehana looked dazed, her eyes half-open and rolled-back; she was enjoying the powerless feeling of being handled so effortlessly.

Haihane slunk back down the outside wall and sighed. "What I'd do for an Ashikabi like him…"

Hold… Tsukiumi thought. Doth opportunity knock?

Indeed, there it was: the spark of inspiration twinkling in Tsukiumi's beautiful blue eyes. The many pieces of a plan began to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle in her mind. She congratulated herself on such a brilliant scheme. Neither Hannibal Barca nor Scipio Africanus could have killed so many birds with the same stone, or even the same war elephant.

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Leaning out the window of his room, watching Kusano and Musubi play with the water hose in the backyard of Maison Izumo, Minato couldn't help but worry. Even though he knew Kazehana could take care of herself, her being off by herself for so long made him nervous. Or, perhaps, he was simply pent-up. He hadn't seen Benitsubasa in nearly a week, not since they'd snuck off with Kazehana during Sekirei-Ashikabi Day at MBI's employee resort. That meant that he hadn't gotten laid in a week; his right hand and a box of tissue paper just couldn't compare to Kazehana and Benitsubasa going glutton on his meat. Not that Miya would let him.

Nearby, Minato's self-proclaimed wife watched silently from the hallway. She was a basket of mixed emotions while looking at him: ire for his duplicity, but excitement for what was to come. She'd bought herself new leather boots and a longer white underdress in preparation for-

Her phone buzzed. Fishing it from her dress pocket, Tsukiumi didn't recognize the number but knew the sender's words.

She's going.

Tsukiumi quickly typed a response. Make haste. I'll delay him.

A little while later, in a vain attempt to blow off some steam, Tsukiumi's loving husband was in his room, doing sit-ups. Something about two sexy women who loved to ride him stupid had motivated him to get into shape, even beyond the exercise he got at his part-time construction job. He felt like they weren't enjoying his body nearly as much as he enjoyed theirs. So, he wanted abs they could grind meat on, and pecs like sheet metal, something for Kazehana and Benitsubasa to pet and grope as much as he petted and groped their voluptuous curves.

It was for his other Sekirei, too. He hadn't forgotten that time in the bathroom when Tsukiumi had literally asked him to stare at her boobs.

"49… 50!"

Minato flopped flat, his abs burning. If a mere 50 was enough to wind him, he had a long way to go to get from abs to slabs. So, he rolled over, put his hands together beneath his chest, and started on his diamond push-ups.

"One. Two. Three… Fourrr… FFFFffffiiiive…"

He collapsed. His elbows and chest were already feeling it, like someone had mugged him with a ball peen hammer. Diamond push-ups were hard.

Though, not as hard as his dick when he flipped his phone open and saw an image from Kazehana.

It was a picture of her with Benitsubasa. The pinkette in question was in front of her, looking annoyed and envious as usual. Kazehana was sitting upright while holding the phone, her giant jubblies hovering behind Benitsubasa's head. Benitsubasa had a hand under one like a waiter carrying a tray above their head.

The market's open and there's a sale on melons, Mina-kun~

A human body that had just finished exercising should, by all rights, have blood pumping in all the essential areas of stress. Upon seeing Kazehana's offer, Minato immediately felt light-headed as his body tried to reroute blood from his brain to his dick.

"Whoo…"

"Husband? Doth something ail thee?"

Minato quickly slapped his face and turned around. Tsukiumi was in his doorway, her arms folded beneath her bust in a way that pushed her breasts up slightly. Minato's eyes couldn't help but dart to her lovely cleavage.

"N-No," Minato stammered, his blood balance returning to normal.

"Good," said Tsukiumi. "Tell me, though: hast thou seen Kazehana? She hath been absent since midday."

"She just sent me a message," Minato said, holding up his phone. "I was going to go meet up with her."

Tsukiumi, surprisingly, didn't get up in his face like he expected her to. This wasn't going behind her back? Minato was pleasantly surprised when she simply closed her eyes and nodded.

"I see." Tsukiumi unfolded her arms and entered the room, taking Minato's hand between her own. "Please, allowest me to accompany thee. I'm to meet someone myself."

"Oh, really?" Minato allowed her to lead him out and to the stairs. "Are they someone I know?"

"I think not," said Tsukiumi. "Although, 'tis possible thou might know Kayori when thou seest her."

They were through the front gate of Maison Izumo right as Minato's phone buzzed again. Minato was in the middle of noticing that Tsukiumi had swapped her knee-high brown boots and black thigh stockings for thigh-high black vinyl boots. They were flared at the top but hugged her muscles up to the bottom of her thigh.

When he opened the new message, he forgot all about Tsukiumi's new boots. It took all of Minato's self control not to melt below the knees.

Benitsubasa was using Kazehana's naked torso like a lawn chair. The pinkette was glaring at the camera again, but this time she was the one holding the phone. Kazehana's hands were too busy holding the humongous honkers that had squished shut around Benitsubasa's neck. She covered her nipples, but the fact that each breast was bigger than Benitsubasa's head? Minato didn't care; his filthy monkey side wanted to replace Kazehana's hands with its own.

Hurry up, or I'll cuck you like I wanted to originally.

Minato lost track of time as he walked, so it seemed almost instantaneous that a second message followed.

Don't let that slide, Mina-kun. We should introduce her to anal for that. In fact, I'll start getting her ready right now.

Minato's mind spun, and the next thing he knew, he was at the usual hotel.

…Why was he at the usual hotel?

"Tsukiumi?" Minato asked. "Is this where you're meeting your friend?"

"It is where thou shalt meet thine," Tsukiumi said. She checked her own phone, nodded, then stowed it. "I asked thee. Thou even remarked what a coincidence it was."

"Oh." Minato blushed, feeling hot under the collar. "I guess I spaced out."

"Well, worry not," Tsukiumi said, leading him to the elevator. "Come. Meet Kayori. She hath expressed troubles to me and thou art better to answer them than I."

"Okay, but I'd hate to keep Kazehana waiting," Minato said, his temperature rising. What was he supposed to do? He'd wanted to tell Tsukiumi about his therapeutic flings with Benitsubasa, but every time he'd tried, Tsukiumi had brushed him off or been in the middle of something. Now here was the prime opportunity, but with no Kazehana or Miya nearby if Tsukiumi blew her stack. Sure, she wouldn't hurt him, but that didn't mean he wouldn't say something to make it worse or hurt her feelings.

The cocoon of worry growing inside his stomach butterflied not to panic, but perplexity. Tsukiumi had led him to the same room that Benitsubasa always rented for threesomes. He didn't know why it was always in this room, but it was. Stranger was how Tsukiumi bent over, knocked on the door three times, then received a keycard slid from beneath.

"Excellent," said Tsukiumi. She swiped the card and opened the door. Inside, the bathroom door was closed and the fan was on inside. Had the fan always been so loud?

"Kayori?" Tsukiumi called. "Art thou well? My husband is here, as promised."

"...Can I talk to you first?" said a smooth alto voice from inside.

"Of course." Tsukiumi towed Minato to the bed and sat down, her vinyl boots making a pleasing creaking noise. She then patted the spot next to herself, which Minato took.

"Please," Tsukiumi said. "Waitest here, while I consult with Kayori. Her woe hath troubled her for a long while; now that thou art here, she may hath found an end to it."

Standing up, Tsukiumi knocked on the bathroom and darted inside.

That was strange, Minato thought. Equally strange was how the latch on the hotel door was engaged. Now, not even housekeeping could get in.

"Oh, hush!" Tsukiumi barked.

Minato had to wonder what was going on in the bathroom. Tsukiumi had been building Kayori up as a sensitive person with a sensitive issue. Then again, Tsukiumi's approach to encouragement was bound to involve raising her voice. If Kazehana was the loving, tender kind of wife who'd kiss someone and whisper encouragement into their ear while cuddling with them, Tsukiumi preferred the push-the-bird-out-of-the-nest approach, all while daring them not to heed her advice. Both worked, though.

After a few minutes, Tsukiumi emerged from the bathroom in a silver bathrobe, one that went all the way down to her shins. One hand was still in the bathroom, out of which she gently guided another robe-wearing woman.

Kayori was oddly pretty. Her silver hair was wetted down and slicked back, some of it circling behind and below her ear. Though, a few rogue locks were detached from the pack and a single bang refused to stay down at all. It arched up from her hairline and came down to dangle in front of her face; it was trying to be the iconic bang of Gohan from Dragon Ball Z.

Kayori's eyes were a similar shape to Kazehana's, though Kayori's were a very light grey, almost white. It was a little unnerving, like she didn't have irises. Kayori looked nervous, too, her eyes looking at the bed's headboard instead of Minato. The fluorescent light on the ceiling made everything look brighter, so while Tsukiumi's face was a beautiful pale color, Kayori's was practically the color of her irises. Was she an albino? It said something about her unusual beauty that Minato only now noticed what looked like a studded black dog collar around her neck. Hanging from the collar, the top of a thick metal hoop peeked out from the neckline of Kayori's black robe; Minato could see the impression of the rest of it beneath the cloth, closed tight around Kayori's collar.

Minato could also see, especially with Kayori's hands behind her back, the impression of an impressive bust. Kayori was seeming more and more like a sexy vampire, with the curves to pull it off.

Kayori's robe, unlike Tsukiumi's, seemed worse for wear. The cuffs of the sleeves were torn and ragged, as was the skirt: it had no hem, only a ring of ribbons that reminded Minato of going to the carwash with his mother. However, this let Minato get a look at Kayori's smooth, pale legs and bare feet.

"...Uh, Tsukiumi?" Minato asked, looking at his haughty blonde Sekirei. "What are you doing?"

Tsukiumi smirked, her arms folded. "Thou meanest to say, husband, 'What are we doing'."

Tsukiumi undid both her and Kayori's waist sashes. When the robes opened up, Minato's jaw fell into his lap as fast as their robes fell to their elbows.

That hoop on Kayori's collar? It was actually a karabiner, connected to what Minato could only charitably call a dark indigo thong leotard. However, no gymnast could ever hope to compete in it without being disqualified for improper dress, because this outfit looked like some sort of hybrid between a thong leotard, a sports bra, and a sling bikini. Kayori's collar hoop pulled taught the sling bikini-like straps, which descended into a bra-like top that circled around her back and left her cleavage and hefty underboob exposed. The bra part was closed at the front by a second hoop and a button clasp. From there, the sling bikini straps continued their taut, unbroken journey over either side of Kayori's flat stomach, the fabric held away from her skin by the sheer volume of her boobs. The fabric touched down against her broad, milky hips just in time to become a v-shaped thong wide enough only to cover her private parts, not the creases of her thighs and certainly not the unblemished curve of her waist.

But Tsukiumi?

Oh man, Tsukiumi…

Not in Minato's wildest dreams could he have imagined Tsukiumi wearing something so bold. The vinyl black boots should've been his hint, because they were the bottom half of a dominatrix package. The top of said package took the form of a strapless black triangle bodysuit, similar to a corset, one which fitted Tsukiumi's form like… Well, like her boots did. A golden zipper ran from beside her left nipple down to her waist. Somehow, every ounce of carnal temptation that Tsukiumi possessed was stuffed into that bodysuit: her huge breasts bulged from the top like bread in a baking pan, the shelf of the bodysuit was filled to the brim by the rest of her bosom, her hourglass waist was on full display beneath the shiny black vinyl, and the flesh about her hips bulged from beneath the leg holes of her own leotard-bottom, once more only wide enough to protect her modest.

"Thou art drooling, husband," Tsukiumi stated. "Good."

Minato shut his mouth. He tried to speak, but only a few gasps of dusty air came out. Tsukiumi dropped her robe, turned left, and- Wow, what an angle.

Tsukiumi had been well-endowed up top but Minato hadn't realized the cake she carried on the bottom. The bulge of her hip-flesh gave way to two perfectly smooth, perfectly clappable cheeks, underlined by the sexy crease of her legs meeting her butt. The fact her ass ate her bodysuit's bottom like a g-string? Minato became acutely aware of the zipper in his jeans biting into his turgid erection.

"Art thou feeling randy, my stallion of a husband?" Tsukiumi asked, brushing a lock of golden hair away from her striking blue eyes. "Is thy monkey side rising to overtake thee? Surely…"

Tsukiumi flexed her glutes and clapped those cheeks. The ripple of her huge ass was tops; Benitsubasa had-

Benitsubasa… Kazehana! Minato remembered why he was out and about. They're going to be so mad if I ghost them!

Minato reached into his pocket for his phone, only for a black heel of a boot to spear it out of his hand and send it clattering off the side of the bed, landing next to the hotel room's built-in air conditioner.

"Thou knowest thou couldst have me, have both of us," Tsukiumi informed him. She slooowly dragged her leg back, planting it on the floor and leaning forward. Her tits wanted Minato's hands on them; they were nearly jumping out of her top to get at him.

Minato finally found words. "Ka… Kayori… Is this-?"

Kayori nodded, but Tsukiumi answered.

"Kayori, too, is a Sekirei." Tsukiumi stirred an invisible drink with her finger, commanding Kayori to turn around. The pale woman obeyed, showing Minato her bare shoulder blades. Her skimpy leotard's back side pressed against smooth muscles. Right below the dog collar she wore, Minato saw the pink Sekirei crest.

"I…" Kayori sounded as nervous as Minato, as she turned her body back to face him. "I want to feel loved…"

Minato literally didn't know what to say. "Tsukiumi, I- We- What-"

Tsukiumi turned her ass to him and raised her leg, the vinyl of her boot creaking as it stretched and rubbed against itself. The bottom of Tsukiumi's thigh, where the muscle met the knee, was highlighted by the black material and the sheen from the overhead light. It set off Minato's neurons like a fireworks festival.

"Why art thou still clothed, husband?" Tsukiumi asked with a small smirk.

"I just- I don't know if-"

Tsukiumi's smile flat-lined. "Thou knowest not? Thou knowest not if thou canst do this?" She turned to Kayori. "Hold."

Kayori nodded as Minato was taken by the hand and led to the bathroom door. Turning the knob, Tsukiumi flung the door open. Minato's jaw clanged down a second time.

It was Kazehana, naked as she'd been in the picture, and Benitsubasa, clothed in her gi but no trunks, only her thong. Both were hog-tied at the wrists and ankles by rope, stashed in the square shower stall like loot from a bank robbery. Heavy hexagonal metal collars were fastened around their necks, blinking lights on a small panel near the clasp. Benitsubasa struggled when she saw Minato and Tsukiumi, trying to shout something through the washcloth stuffed in her mouth. Kazehana similarly started to struggle; her mouth was filled with what appeared to be a pink thong, some black trunks, and white lace underwear.

"Now then…" Minato felt the icy hand of doom on his shoulders as Tsukiumi sank her claws into him. "After how long thou hast been adulterating with her…"

Minato didn't need to see to know she meant Benitsubasa.

"And sodomizing her…"

She was pointing at Kazehana. She had to be.

"Thou expectest me to believe that thou art, only now, explicably incapable?"

Before Minato could answer, he was spun to face his angry blonde wife face-to-face. Her heels put her up to his natural height.

"I shall explain things as they are, right now," Tsukiumi stated, her fingers like vices into his shoulders: not crushing, but definitely inescapable. "I had always thought thee too timid and cowed by our Landlady's rules against lewd behavior to move on me, thy own wife, even when opportunity knocked. I was patient, and considerate, and then-"

She pointed to the two trussed-up girls in the shower stall. "-I find my husband, who I thought to be meek, up to his waist in not only my rival but mine enemy as well."

Her bust mashed against Minato's chest as she got in his face. "'Why wouldst my husband deceive me so?' thought I. 'Doth he think so little of me to not see the brilliance of his ploy?'"

"B-Brilliance?" Minato stammered.

"Insult me no more!" Tsukiumi pushed harder. Minato took a step back but Tsukiumi sank her claws back in and matched his pace, keeping her boobs at war with her eyes over where Minato should look. "Do not lie and say that not once, during however many trysts thou hadst with 'Kuyoku', didst thou consider the advantage of emotionally capturing one of MBI's own."

"W-Well, I mean, the thought had occurred to me…" Though that was never really the first thing on my mind.

"So why dost thou think, with 5 rivals to thy heart," Tsukiumi said, "that I fear polygamy? Thou knowest I seek to win the Sekirei Plan so I may stay with thee forever, just as I know thou seekest to win without losing any of us so thou mayst have all of us forever."

Minato gulped as he felt the back of his legs hit the bed frame. "I was trying to find a good time to tell you, Tsukiumi, but every time-"

"I dismissed thee, yes." Tsukiumi stood on her tiptoes, her vinyl creaking all around her curves as she leered down at her husband, a small smile breaking upon her lips yet again. "Thou thought me unstable, explosive, as I was when we first met. Indeed, 'twas my first impulse when I saw thy affair play out at the resort."

The resort?! Minato thought. But that was… She's known about this for…

"But, if that is what thou thinkest of me? As thy wife, 'tis my duty to prove thee wrong." She leaned forward and sent Minato toppling back onto the bed. Her boots squeaked as she slid her knees up to straddle him. Her eyes didn't stand a chance: Tsukiumi's tits were practically popping out of her triangle bodysuit and they were right in front of Minato's face. That zipper swung to and fro, taunting Minato with how easy it would be to let those puppies out of their kennel.

A hand on his jaw forced him to look Tsukiumi in the eye again. Her smile hadn't wavered. "Now, husband, I shall punish thee for thy deception, contribute to thy scheme against MBI, and help Kayori in one fell swoop. By the time thou leavest this room..."

Her face drew close to his and her palm dragged the collar of his shirt down. "Thou shalt know that I am the best."

Her lips had never felt so soft. Like dynamite going off, their kiss set off an explosion of sexual tension that had Minato's hands groping and petting Tsukiumi's shoulders, hips, ass, legs, even as he felt her boobs against his chest through the stretched material of her bodysuit. Tsukiumi's tongue wrestled with his as she moaned into his mouth. Her own hands clawed at his shirt; he could hear the cloth tearing, but he didn't care. He was too turned on and relieved to have worries.

A second pair of hands fiddled with his belt and button. Soon his pants were dragged away from his waist, his dick halfway to escaping the waistband of his boxers. Kayori's breath washed over his exposed waist; Minato was barely aware of it as he found that zipper. Tsukiumi caught his hand and stopped him, pressing it into her tit instead. His fingertips sank into the unbelievably soft skin; his thumb found the nub of her nipple beneath the vinyl. Tsukiumi's aura of an unobtainable nymph made it feel all the sweeter that they could finally do this, with no Matsu, Miya, or impending escape plan to interrupt them.

Kayori finally got his boxers off and his dick catapulted itself against Tsukiumi. Tsukiumi's legs clenched around him as he smacked her in her covered cooch.

Tsukiumi separated from him, out of breath and flushed in the golden grove of her long hair. "Why do I long for thee more, husband?"

Minato felt a cold metal hoop catch the shaft of his cock, then a pair of milky breasts and a hot mouth envelop him in warmth. Kayori's tongue lathered circles around Minato's head while her tits massaged his dick. Tsukiumi's arms wrapped around him and pulled him back to her lips, her low moans joining Kayori's. Neither woman was shy about how much this was turning them on.

Kayori's head started bobbing down; Minato could feel her chin push against her own tits. Tsukiumi's tongue explored the inside of his mouth while she held him, her initial lust giving way to marital desire to hold her husband in her arms. Tsukiumi's pelvis started humping him, which Kayori took as a signal to let him go. Tsukiumi reached back and pulled at the thong part of her bodysuit, catching Minato's dick and pulling it between her cheeks. Now it was Tsukiumi's turn to floss with his cock, working her ass up and down and smearing her leaking love juices along his shaft. Minato winced and grunted as Kayori's mouth was on him again, this time kissing and sucking on his balls while his wife hotdogged him. Minato started to twitch and buck; the affection these two were showering him with was going right to his groin.

Kayori's tongue ran along his sack, then left. "Tsukiumi," she said, "let me have it."

Tsukiumi wrenched herself back from Minato, panting and blushing but unable to look away from him. "Of course," Tsukiumi breathed, clapping her ass around his dick, her pussy lips so tantalizingly close to being parted by it. "Have it all."

Then it was back to kissing him. Tsukiumi moaned and growled into his mouth, the thought of getting him off turning her on even more. Hearing his fierce blonde Sekirei make such sounds quickly pushed Minato over the edge. He grunted and came not into the inside of Tsukiumi's bodysuit, but into the air above. Tsukiumi slipped her mouth to his ear and let him watch over her shoulder as Kayori opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, right above his dick as it erupted all over her moon-like face. Minato had been conditioned through repeated fuck sessions with Kazehana and Benitsubasa to have lots to give, and Kayori's eyelids fluttered as she got her first taste for the evening.

"Aaaah…" She was panting like an animal as his first climax finished coating her. She licked her lips and brought his cum in for a taste. "It's so good… So thick…"

"See how happy thou makest her, husband?" Tsukiumi whispered. "Kayori hath never known a man's touch. Thou must teach her well the potency of thy touch and manhood."

She said that, yet Tsukiumi's flossing had elevated her ass to where his tip was now pressing to her pussy. Minato was already getting hard again and his cock was arching up to invite itself inside of Tsukiumi.

"Once thy wife has hers," Tsukiumi added, and lowered her hips. "Ah, hah, o-O-oh!"

Her pussy lips kissed his pelvis. Minato got a front row seat to watch Tsukiumi's whole body shudder. He held her hips in place, his fingers sinking into the softness of her womanly softness, massaging her legs while she got used to his girth. Tsukiumi's fingers curled into fists on his chest.

"Thou art…" she breathed, "mine at last…"

She didn't raise her hips. Instead, she sat her weight back and swiveled back and forth, her pussy as clingy and possessive as she was. Her soft ass dragged up and down his hips, Minato's hands rocking her forth and back with her newfound rhythm. The dignity unraveled from her face as Minato's huge dick stirred her insides up, touching every nerve in her tight channel that had longed to be in this exact position. Her steely gaze lifted up by degrees, exactly like the corners of her mouth.

"Minato… Minato!" She seized his hands and brought one of them to her zipper. "Touch me more! More, husband!"

That zipper had been ready to pop, because one little tug and it zipped down to Tsukiumi's midriff. Her huge tits spilled out right into Minato's waiting hands. Minato wasted no time in squeezing and massaging Tsukiumi's bosom exactly as he'd always fantasized since she first propositioned him, that night before the Bridge Escape plan took place. He'd never forgotten the feeling of Tsukiumi's soft tit in the middle of his palm, and now Tsukiumi leaned forward so her own weight would force him to grope her harder. She was so soft, exactly like Kazehana, her bosom swallowing his hands in marshmallowy mass that shifted and shook every time she threw her hips forward or rocked them back.

Minato's hips started to buck, tossing Tsukiumi up in the air. This called her back to reality.

"No! No!" she cried at the ceiling. "Thou shalt not-"

She wedged the heels of her boots beneath his knees and forced the rest of her feet to follow, jacking up his legs and depriving him of leverage.

"Thou shalt have me at my pace," she declared, trying to glare at him but ruining it by biting her lower lip. "Nnnnh, as punishment for thy lack of faith!"

She said that, but in the next moment she'd pulled his face off the bed and into a smothering hug. Her feet came out from under his legs and locked behind his back.

"OOOoooh, Minatoooo!" Tsukiumi moaned, humping herself up and down on his shaft as the two of them started to sway, erratic muscle spasms starting to throw them off-balance. "Breed me! Fill me with thy seed!"

Something snapped into place in Minato. Like the animal Tsukiumi had teased him about being, Minato summoned all his chimpanzee strength to scoop Tsukiumi up by her ass, pivot his hips, and slam her back on the bed. Her blonde hair spilled out from where her head met the pillow, not that Minato could see it with a faceful of funbag blocking his vision. His ears still worked, so as the meaty slaps of him taking his wife to Pound Town filled the room, Tsukiumi's shrill cries soon overpowered them, and his self-control.

"Yes! Yes! Minato! Ooooh my-! YES!"

She clamped around him like a bear trap as she came, her pussy sucking on his dick as hard as any mouth ever had. Minato's balls pulsed and sent a flood of cum right where Tsukiumi wanted it. Her greedy snatch eased its strangulation of his cock only so his seed could coat it completely, before she fluttered tight again, and again.

When the tension ceased, Tsukiumi and Minato uncurled from each other. Tsukiumi's boots creaked as her legs slid off Minato's back. Minato's knees slid back from either side of Tsukiumi's ass and relaxed into the bedding. His face turned sideways; he felt her hard nipple against his cheek as he slid across her mountainous mammary and caught some fresh air. Neither he nor Tsukiumi held each other; their hands were limp at their sides.

Tsukiumi's blue eyes were out of focus. Nothing was on her mind except how blissful she felt. It wasn't how she'd imagined it, but Minato had finally consummated their marriage and then some. She could feel his seed inside of her, shuffling past her cervix like patrons through the doors of an exclusive establishment. Or, more accurately, like worshipers in the temple that was her body, to the font of fertility that was her womb.

But they weren't done yet, not by a long shot. Tsukiumi's head lolled to one side to see her friend, "Kayori", biting her lip and groping one of her breasts through the material of her slavish leotard. She was staring at Tsukiumi's loins.

"Worry not," Tsukiumi sighed. "He hath plenty for the both of us."

Kayori slowly nodded, as if in a trance. Tsukiumi pointed to the pillow next to Kayori's hip.

"Recline on the bed," Tsukiumi ordered.

Kayori turned and laid down flat. Tsukiumi sat up, kissed Minato again, then untangled herself from his hips and cock even as he started to grow hard again. She tucked her breasts back into their shelf and zipped her bodysuit back up, restoring the sultry, tempting look she'd prepared for him. Now, she pulled the thong of her bodysuit aside, her head spinning as the odor of her husband hit her unobstructed. She immediately wanted to push him down and ride him again, but she was Tsukiumi, the Water Sekirei and the best of her husband's lovers. She knew when to lose control, and when not to.

As such, she slung a leg over Kayori's face, exposing herself to the other woman. Kayori shuddered beneath her, no doubt feeling the same as Tsukiumi had moments before. Beckoning with her finger and patting the taut abdomen between the slings of Kayori's leotard, Tsukiumi was soon joined by her husband and his swollen manhood.

"Now, Kayori, thou dost want my husband, yes?"

"Hyes…" Kayori breathed. The poor woman was trembling beneath the two of them. Truly, Minato's Ashikabi aura was strong.

"Then earn it." Tsukiumi lowered herself onto Kayori's face, smothering her. "Cleanse us."

Minato, his tip already poking Kayori's underboob, went on instinct and parked his cock between her milky tits. For a moment, he simply sat there and enjoyed the warmth and softness that the pull of her leotard provided.

Then, Tsukiumi's legs twitched and her breath hitched. Once Kayori got a taste, she went hog wild to get that fresh nut.

"Ah!" Tsukiumi cried. "Oh! Ha-! Kayori, thy tongue-!"

Minato didn't know what she was doing down there, but he knew she was thirsty when Kayori grabbed her tits and started jerking him off. He felt her twist and writhe beneath him as she titfucked him, moaning and digging her heels into the bed, humping the air behind him. Tsukiumi's mouth was open; he leaned forward and kissed her, catching her erotic sounds against his tongue. Tsukiumi took his hands from her shoulders to her ass. Hot damn, that cake was as soft and sweet as it looked, especially as Kayori's cunning linguistics made those cheeks tense and twitch and wobble in Minato's hands. Amazingly, Tsukiumi was as stacked down there as Benitsubasa; Kayori found out, too, as Tsukiumi ground her cunt into Kayori's dutiful tongue.

The trio continued like this for another four minutes or so. Then, Tsukiumi's cries grew more desperate; Minato could taste her building orgasm. Kayori could, too, her moans being joined by slurping and popping as she lapped and sucked up every drop of nectar that came from Tsukiumi's precious flower.

Minato's hips started moving on their own. He swept Kayori's hands aside and grabbed her goodies. Hot damn, but they were firm, actively resisting his attempts to mold them and pushing on his clawing fingertips. He moved his mouth to the side of Tsukiumi's neck; his kiss made her fold to one side as she half-melted into it.

"Use your hands on Tsukiumi," he told the pale Sekirei. "Make her scream."

"What?! O-OH!" Tsukiumi was losing control, reigning herself in only enough to not crush Kayori between her thighs. "Kayori, Minato, art thou- Huh?!"

Minato's face trailed down her chest and his tongue slipped into her plumped-up cleavage. All three of them were writhing as Tsukiumi and Minato used Kayori's body to get themselves off. Kayori threw her arm over Minato's hip in order to finger herself. Her toes curled and she gave one, long slurp as she came.

Slooooorp!

Tsukiumi and Minato came, too, Tsukiumi wrenching Minato's lips from her breasts to her own. Her blue wings were jagged as they exploded out of her back. Tsukiumi's body lurched and her eyes watered; she drenched Kayori's face while Minato's cock spewed hot spunk between Kayori's tits.

When their climax passed, Tsukiumi and Minato settled into each other's arms to finish their kiss, withdrawing their tongues. Minato was smiling at Tsukiumi, which the blonde took as a sign her plan was working.

"Now…" Tsukiumi breathed. "I believe Kayori hath endured enough."

She dismounted Kayori's face. The pale beauty was revealed to be covered in pussy juice mixed with sticky leftover cum. Tsukiumi had made a mess of her face, but the mess couldn't hide her blush. All Kayori could look at was the huge cock sandwiched between her tits, and the hands of the man who groped them to pull himself free.

"But first," Tsukiumi said, grabbing Kayori's collar hoop. "Use her mouth to clean thyself off."

"Yes," Kayori agreed, opening her mouth and letting her tongue loll out. "You must."

Minato backed up and allowed Tsukiumi to tug Kayori around to all fours. His cock was hard yet again, pointed at Kayori's face. Kayori wasted no time gobbling up his head and hollowing her cheeks, the tip of her tongue snaking around the crevice between his glans and his shaft.

Minato's pelvis bucked. Kayori's tongue pressed along his underside, coaxing the last of his cum and precum out of his tip like his dick was a tube of frosting. Her lips plumped up as she drew back, sucking on the tip before letting go with a slur-pop!

"Well done," Tsukiumi said, pulling Minato down to lie on the bed. Tsukiumi's gushing orgasm had left a pussy-scented spot next to him on the pillow. Minato became painfully hard as Tsukiumi's sexual odors saturated the air around his face.

"Now, Kayori," Tsukiumi said, "take thy solace."

Kayori jittered with anticipation. Her boobs shook behind the strap of her leotard, jiggling out around the indigo material. On shaky limbs, she slung a leg over Minato's hips and looked him in the eye.

"No," Tsukiumi said, twirling her finger. "Turn about. My husband shall suffer more before he may see thy face in rapture."

Guess she's still kind of mad, Minato thought as Kayori obeyed. Not that he was complaining, for the thong part Kayori's thong bikini was nearly swallowed whole by her ass. She had smooth, shapely legs that seamlessly transitioned to that heart-shaped rear bumper. Kayori squatted down until Minato's dick was teasing her pussy through her leotard. He could see the glistening drops of arousal around her inner thigh. When she reached down and tugged her thong bottom aside, Minato saw that despite her alabaster skin, Kayori's pussy was as pink and quivering as any other woman's.

Kayori's sexy alto voice was little more than a whisper. "It-, It's really okay?" she asked. "I'm really gonna put it in…"

Minato put a hand on her hip; Kayori's whole body jumped at the contact. She had to put a hand back to steady herself.

"If it's what you want," Minato said, "then it would be my pleasure."

Tsukiumi snorted. "Kayori, prepare thyself for the best coupling thou hast ever had."

"O-Okay," Kayori said, keeping her reverse-cowgirl position and hesitantly teasing her clit with his cock. "Be careful with me. I've never been with a real man."

She's a virgin? Minato wondered. That didn't stop her from lining him up and taking his glans inside herself.

"Oh…!" Kayori gasped as she started taking more. "It's so warm…!"

Deeper now. Halfway to his balls and Kayori didn't stop.

"Oh! Oh, yeah!" Kayori's legs and hips shimmied her way down his shaft. Her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as Tsukiumi's, but still snug and just as warm. "It's so deep!"

Kayori stared down at her pussy, panting and drooling in disbelief that she still had more to go.

"Oh, God!" She finally neared the base, her breath knocked out by the unimaginable pleasure. "Hoh Gah-… Hoh God... It's in my womb…"

Tsukiumi smirked as Kayori started grinding on his hips, firing every nerve ending in her pussy, clit, and g-spot. Not content to let Minato enjoy just one woman, Tsukiumi circled the bed and laid next to him, watching his open mouth and fluttering eyes as Kayori's gyrations and proclamations stroked both his dick and his ego.

"Fhuck… Fhuck me…" Kayori gasped. Not a minute in and she was already weeping with joy.

Her voice might've been quiet but her body language wasn't. She whipped forward and dug her fingers into the bed between Minato's legs, showing him how his cock spread her pale cheeks and snug pussy lips. Her legs were spread and her feet planted, dropping herself onto his cock over and over again. Her ass smacked and rippled with barely more than an inch of his cock let out of her at a time.

"Tsukiumi…! Tsukiumi…! Your! Hus! Hish cock… Enor-! Enoooorm-!"

She couldn't get enough. She dropped to her knees and rode circles on Minato's dick, keeping it all inside as she stirred him up inside of her. Minato felt her hot breath on his foot; he could only imagine the erotic face she was making, breathless and wild and eager.

Tsukiumi's playful nibble brought him out of his half-dazed ego trip.

"Touch her, my husband," she whispered as her teeth pulled at his ear. "Kayori desires loving, not rutting."

Minato nodded, and surprised Tsukiumi with a kiss. Tsukiumi jolted but melted against him as her wings emerged.

"Help me out," Minato said as he sat up.

"Hngh?!" Kayori's insides recoiled like a rifle as he shifted inside of her; she was so sensitive. Minato bucked his cock into what felt like her cervix, from how her cunt seemed to run out of room for him. Tsukiumi lifted Kayori's legs and kept her impaled on Minato's dick as he scooted himself back, each burst of movement jolting Kayori's head back in ecstasy. As the pale beauty was seated against Minato's chest, and Minato against the bed back, four hands attacked her body. She was staring at the ceiling, her legs tensing and squeezing Tsukiumi's hourglass figure.

"Here," Tsukiumi said, unclasping the carabiner between Kayori's tits. "Let loose."

Tsukiumi unzipped her bodysuit and pressed her naked breasts to Kayori's. Their nipples rubbed against one another as hot, heavy breath mixed between the two women.

Kayori's mouth opened and her jaw moved, but no words came out. Her lovers placed their lips on both sides of her neck. Their hands dug into her pliable flesh to knead her breasts, run along her thighs, slap her ass, and trace the crease along her groin where her thong had settled in.

"I can't- I cah-" She could barely breathe, let alone speak. "So much… Different…"

"Mmm, than the feral fornication thou art used to?" Tsukiumi asked. She straddled Minato's legs and held Kayori in place, propping Kayori's legs against her own so Minato could pound her from below. The effect was instant.

"...ah! Ah! AAAAH, YOUR COCK IS FANTASTIC! MORE! MOOOORE!"

She latched onto Tsukiumi's shoulders and locked her ankles behind the busty blonde's back. "TOUCH ME MORE! MOOOoooah, ah."

Both Minato and Tsukiumi hugged each other, and her, in a snug embrace. Tsukiumi hummed against Kayori's neck while Minato grunted and winced. Kayori's body was flopping like a fish on a hook; she'd completely lost control. Everything was geared towards jolting the electric pleasure his dick provided to her sensitive snatch.

"Cah…" Kayori gasped and grimaced. "Hnhneh! Ihh! HRRR-"

Her toes curling was the only visible sign. The rest of her body was locked in a cage of kisses and petting. Her pussy coiled around Minato's cock as a thunderous orgasm shot through her. Minato and Tsukiumi both felt it on their lips; Kayori's heart raced and the beat pulsed through her neck.

"Too tight!" Minato said. "Gonna blow!"

"Hear that?" Tsukiumi murmured against Kayori's jaw. "Thou art to be seeded."

"Hyes…" Kayori whispered. Minato's balls clenched and shot a big thick load from his big thick rod, deep into Kayori. Her open mouth curled into a smile as her eyes rolled back. "Hah, YES! FINALLY!"

Kayori bit her lip and moaned; her pussy was still hypersensitive after her orgasm. Her eyes screwed shut as Minato's veins throbbed and pulsed the last of his cum into her. It was like fireworks were set off behind her eyes; her head was filled with the most wonderful sensations from feeling desired, being held in a lover's embrace. By the time her body quieted down, Kayori was weeping with pleasure. Her tongue hung out and her head lolled to the side, casting her hot breath into Minato's ear.

To both their surprises, Kayori's arms and legs locked around Tsukiumi, hugging her close.

"Thank you, Tsukiumi," she sobbed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Hey," Minato prodded her cheek with his finger. "What about me?"

"I could kiss you," she said, surprising them both. "If only you'd been my Ashikabi… We could've done this all the time."

Minato's lips puckered like he'd just eaten a lemon; his dick went soft as the image of his terrifying landlady invaded his brain. He returned to reality to find Kayori face-to-face with him.

"Beni- I mean, Kuyoku needs this, too." She closed her eyes and sighed pleasurably. "I can see why she kept sneaking out."

Minato frowned. "Wait, how did you-" He did a double-take, rechecking to make sure Kayori still looked like she did.

Or, rather…

"HAIHANE?!"

She smiled. "Guess the cat's out of that bag." She allowed herself to be pulled off of him by Tsukiumi.

Minato's brain was reeling like clothes in a tumble dryer. He knew Haihane. He'd seen Haihane that night on the bridge. She was a lanky, gaunt, diseased-looking woman with messy hair and bandages and black rags like a medieval leper.

Kayori, by contrast, was curvy, full-faced, healthy, and her dampened hair likened her to the women in Minato's shower/pool/beach fantasies, complete with a swimsuit that looked way better than Minato had ever imagined.

Kayor-… Haihane tucked her tits back into her leotard and fastened the carabiner.

"But, how did you…" Minato moved to trace an hourglass in the air with his hands, but Haihane grabbed his hands and pulled them onto her breasts.

"This?" she said. "I've had these for a while now. It's been so frustrating to have an Ashikabi like Natsuo. It got so bad that I asked Karasuba to help me out."

Haihane's expression grew dark. "It got… rough. It was nice at first, but then Karasuba started insisting, and I was too afraid to say no, but it always felt so nice, but never… never real."

Somehow, Minato got more engrossed in Haihane's story of her tits than the tits themselves. It was a mark in his favor, as far as his wife and his new lover were concerned.

"When I started filling out, I knew Red would want to fill out, too, but she… I…" She didn't seem to notice that she was leaning her tits into Minato's hands. "I didn't want her to go through all that. Natsuo would only let her down again."

"Then how did you hide-" He squeezed her tits on reflex, making her blush. "-these?"

"Special effects company made me a bodysuit," Haihane said. "What I couldn't bind, I covered up by making my torso look bigger."

Just like that, Minato realized why her strong, sexy legs had magically looked gaunt to him.

"Now, though?" She leaned closer, digging his hands into her bust. She smirked. "I think my partner's waited long enough."

"That wasn't a tenant of our agreement," Tsukiumi said, folding her arms. "Thou wouldst go back on thy word?"

Haihane sat on her heels. "If he wins the Plan like you think he will, Benitsubasa's going to join him."

Her thighs rubbed together, their pliable padding over taut muscle making squishing sounds from all the sweat and cum between them. "I will, too. You really hit the jackpot, Tsukiumi."

Tsukiumi coughed. "Then, as his real wife and the best of his lovers, I would never obstruct my husband's desire for another of his harem."

Minato's jaw hit the ground for a record third time in the same hour. Talk about jackpots indeed. As Haihane slid off the bed and went to free Benitsubasa, Tsukiumi straddled him once again. Reaching into the bedside drawer, she pulled out a double-ended dildo.

"It seems Kazehana had plans for this. She hath a taste for sodomy," Tsukiumi said. She pressed herself against him, gazed into his eyes, and stroked his hair back. "Art thou convinced yet? That I am the best?"

Minato's nod was Tsukium's signal to kiss him, moaning loudly and digging her fingers into his shoulders. She pointed at the bed and commanded him to stay while she joined Haihane in the bathroom. It seemed her scheming wasn't done...