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“H-Hey! Be gentle there!” Aya had never felt a touch like that. It never made sense to touch herself by her wings, but it felt like a deep, urgent itch was being scratched for the first time.

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“Sorry about that darling. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.” Anon went back to stroking the sensitive skin, slowly tugging off yet another replica of his wife’s robes. No matter how many times he’s done this, he still has his male instincts. In front of him was a woman with dark black hair, full, heaving breasts, shapely hips, and slender legs. Her breasts were larger and the girl a bit taller, but this view struck a familiar nerve in Anon’s brain. Touching the soft, feathery limbs reminded him that she was different, but his erection didn’t care. It was his job to make her feel good now.

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As the red-white outfit slipped off from behind her, Aya’s body only felt hotter. Heat started building in her lower belly. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew what her body was getting ready for. None of the tengu that visited this place got pregnant so the contraceptive should work. She just needs a little bit of it inside of her womb-just enough to cool it down. Then she’ll-no no no you’re not thinking straight Aya! Even if he’s shooting blanks he can’t do it inside, it’s too risky! The pills might not work and aaaaaa-

Anon’s hands had wandered lower. Palming her mons. Caressing her labia. It was agonizing to feel him teasing her. She could feel his fingers become slicker with her own juices. She wanted to run away. She wanted him to hurry up and ram it into her. The tengu no longer cared about letting out her voice as the man behind her slowly parted her lower lips. The pad of one finger started caressing her entrance. Then two. They pushed deeper into her body, caressing her sensitive spots. The exploration of her private place left Aya on the edge of an orgasm building since she walked into the room. But she didn’t want it happening like this.

Aya turned around and faced Anon. He had a serious, focused look on his face. The gentle husband that sat with her for tea and listened rapt to her every word was hidden behind a grim expression. “Anon? Honey?” Her voice quivered from pleasure and a reluctance to hear how this side of Anon responded.

Like a wave, concern and warmth washed over the prisoner of paradise’s face. “What’s wrong darling? Do you want me slow down? Or… are you ready to move on now?” She was relieved: Even when he was doing his job, his caring, attentive side was there. The side she wanted to see when she had to accept him inside of her.

“I-I think I’m ready. I want you inside of me.” She moved herself further onto the bed. “Come, sit over here,” she said, motioning near her. She wanted to have as much control as possible over her this as she could. That thing between his legs… his cock… she wanted to make sure it didn’t hurt. That she could jump off as soon as he came.

“Is this good, dear?”

“Yes! Yes! Now just hold me!” Aya straddled her hus – the shrine husband’s lap, holding onto his shoulders as she settled down. She was looking right at his face as his cock pressed against her pussy, knocking at her womb through her pelvis. “Just… just be gentle, okay? I haven’t really done much of this before... with someone else...”