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The rest of her time with Anon was spent discussing the little things in tengu and human life. Resting her head on his shoulder, Aya couldn’t help but wonder how married life would be back home. Maybe he’d be a lookout for the White Wolves, coming home after a long day to a homemade meal. She’d greet him in an apron, covered in sweat, and she’d get to ask it: “Welcome home, dear. Which would you like first? Dinner? A bath? Or-”

“Hm? What did you say?” Crap, did she say that out loud? Quick, find an excuse to keep touching him - one that isn’t creepy!

“Uhh bath! A bath! I think it’s about time we went to bathe, right? We’ve been touching so long we probably smell like each other. Not that there’s anything wrong with how you smell! I like it! I just think we should probably bathe sooner or later…” The incense isn’t even affecting you right now! How could you fumble that so badly?

To the tengu’s relief, Anon had no complaints, heading to the bathroom together. To work around Aya’s rule, they washed each other. Aya got a chance to explore Anon’s body in all its scarred glory: A few marks were starting to fade since the last time she saw them, and a few new ones made themselves known. She wondered how many of them she caused on her night. “Hey, Anon? I’m sorry about all those things I did to you the first night. I know there was the incense and all, but still. I shouldn’t have done it…”

Reaching back for her hand, Anon held it gently. “Didn’t you already apologize earlier this week? At least I think you did, between all of the sobs and squeezing me until I couldn’t breathe. You practically crushed my ribs!” He chuckled. She was pouring her heart out, and he was joking! There was only one course of action Aya could take to save her dignity.

Splashing an entire bucket over his head, Aya created an opening to reach under Anon’ chest and start poking. “So you wanna laugh at a poor maiden’s apology? Then I’ll subject you to a hell worse than anything you’ve ever experienced!” Prodding him fast as lightning, she forced the human under her grasp to howl in despair. However, single-minded on her assault, Anon waited for a low point in her pattern and counter-attacked at her belly. At the end of their battle, their bodies were clean and their stomachs scrubbed harder than ever before.

As “night” came, Anon and Aya entered the bedroom. She silenty lifted the sheets and laid on her side. Aya pulled him underneath with her, then wrapped his hand over her. “For the rest of our night, could you just hold me? I’m on the incense pill, so I won’t do anything to you. W-Well you can touch me in “that” way if you want. I just want you to stay with me until time’s up.” She didn’t turn around to see his face, but she felt him hold her just a little tighter while getting comfortable. His body pressed against hers and his scent filled her nose. As much as she desired him to plunge inside her again, she loved the safety of his grasp a little bit more. Ruining this moment would be the worst mistake she ever made in her life.

After dozing off, Aya woke up to the tell-tale chime that her time was up. Anon stirred behind her. Did he fall asleep too, or was he awake the whole time? Either way, she grasped Anon’s hand once more and led him out of bed. Standing in front of each other, Aya moved her hands to his shoulders as she closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards to meet his lips. There was no resistance as her tongue found his in the darkness. Having her fill, Aya disengaged from the human and quickly looked down, afraid of the story his eyes would tell. “Thank you for the night, Anon. I’ll see you tomorrow…”

“I’ll see you then, Aya.” He did not move. His voice was kind as always, but it hid too much.

Grabbing her things from the living room and leaving the shrine, Aya made her way back through the HSE while thoughts of glee and regret swam in her head. She was interrupted by a wet, fast dripping coming from a nearby bathroom. Well, if Ran was helping her, the least she could do was tell her about a leaky faucet, right?

Opening the door, Aya was met with a shock of white, red and more white. A large greatsword and shield leaned in one corner, while a wolf wrapped in a red cloth panted wildly, pistoning herself shamelessly. It took the girl a moment for her to turn to her audience. Her face. Oh god.

It was Momiji, and she had a tattered version of Anon’s juban wrapped around her.

Before Aya could grab her camera, the wolf had pounced on her. Realizing her time had finally come, Aya accepted her death would be at the tiny hands of Momiji. How ironic, that a free-wheeling crow like her would be caught be the rigid wolf.

Instead of a shout of anger, the wolf sniffed Aya’s face deeply. Instead of cold steel, Momiji’s hot tounge invaded her mouth.

Aya wished it was the steel.

(Part 31)