There was something about rice. Something about the smell of freshly cooked rice, or day-old rice, or scorched rice, or fried rice. Especially fried rice. Day-old rice in a ripping hot wok with egg and onions and just the right amount of seasoning carved a path straight through to the pleasure centres of the brain. Something so simple couldn't possibly be so divine.

In the Animal Realm, next door to Hell, where the only divine thing in sight had a target on her head from three different organised crime families, such sentiments were strange. In a place that survived by the skin of its teeth, held in place by a fragile, three-way balance between massive crime families, the idea of obsessing over food should’ve been ridiculous.

Toutetsu Yuuma whistled to herself softly as she coated the wok with oil. Food was Yuuma’s joy. Her nature, her greed, and her ability to devour just about anything made food something of an evolved joy to her. Perhaps it was because of that ability to experience so much more food and flavours than others that she'd come to appreciate certain cuisines over others. Fried rice was a simple joy that she’d never give up.

She stood at the burners, something sloppily rigged together by beasts who wouldn't know an electrical fire from a gas fire. Behind her, a whirlwind of activity took place. Knives flashed, blunt instruments swung, and a cacophony of noise rang out. Between the shouting and the crying, barely organised chaos reigned.

Yuuma ignored it all. Instead, she reached across the countertop, over the sliced vegetables, and pulled an egg from the supply box. Still whistling, she cracked it against the rim of the wok and dropped the yolk into the hot oil, relishing the resultant sizzle, even though she could barely hear it over the noise behind her.

A commanding shout cut through the room. Scowling, Yuuma looked over her shoulder at a tall, older beast roaring at a younger one who quailed under his superior’s gaze, his ears flattened against his head and his tail sinking low. Yuuma quickly spotted the problem; The fool hadn't cooked his sauce long enough. The pressure had gotten to him. That'd happen in a place like this; Keeping one's nerve was vital in the kitchen. Yuuma turned her eyes back to the wok and tossed the bowl of chopped shallots, chilli, and garlic in, stirring the slowly scrambling egg and the vegetables around in a motion that could only have come from years upon years of practice. As the sizzling continued, so too did the whistling.

Her shirt itched. Her feet itched in the stifling shoes she wore, and she felt like her horns itched too.

The Beast Metropolis was a technological haven amongst other things (though, she would assert, some areas were more advanced than others) which meant that the surveillance systems in the city necessitated disguises. Yuuma was the matriarch of the Gouyouku Alliance, so she had at her beck and call a whole host of eager eagles who would've been more than happy to assist her in her goals. Even so, Yuuma was a loner through and through. Very few people knew that Yuuma disguised herself in this fashion, and even fewer knew why. She suspected that if those eager eagles knew it was so she could sneak off, deep into the territory of the wolves of the Keiga family, and work in the kitchen of a restaurant she’d taken a liking to, then the Gouyouku Alliance just might lose some recruits.

She tossed the leftover rice from the previous day into the wok, quickly breaking what grains were still stuck together up. The rice had to be right. If there was still too much water in it, it’d clump together.

There was no real reason she couldn't have done this in her territory. Not a single restaurant in the Gouyouku Alliance's territory would turn her down, nor would they say anything but yes to her requests. But...therein lied the problem. There was no joy in being surrounded by a bunch of yes-men who'd have praised her cooking even if she'd burnt the rice to a crisp and forgotten to add any seasoning. That was the treatment she'd get in her own territory. Dull, tepid waters. No, she—

"Hey! Rakutsu! Where the fuck is the rice for table five!?" Yuuma scanned the countertop with a scowl. Working the kitchen meant getting yelled at, like she was still a minor grunt low in the organisation. "Save your daydreaming for later or you're cut! Get your shit together!" The chef was a hard-ass, the kind of guy who'd spent most of his life repressing all his anger and letting it build and build, and that had translated into an ornery personality that had harsh words and harsher threats on hand once he'd landed himself in the Animal Realm.

"Two minutes, chef!" Yuuma shouted back, using one hand to keep the rice from sticking to the wok. She looked over her shoulder in the meantime, noting which kitchen staff were lost in the weeds. That wolf there, panting tremendously – he’d be in for it if he didn’t get his act together soon. Yuuma turned back, keeping her nerves under control.

She shook the wok before the rice grains at the bottom could burn. Again, Yuuma found herself hating the shoes she wore. Her disguise wasn't much - Different, shabbier clothes, unadorned horns, eyes that didn't look so scary (or so she was told) and an overall worse sense of fashion, and she became near-unrecognisable. It helped that, as the loner she was, and as someone who spent a lot of time in Former Hell below Gensokyo rather than the Animal Realm, she was rarely seen by the denizens of the Beast Metropolis. Only the higher ups in the organisations would recognise her quickly. To most, she was just some poor spirit, trying to get by in a world dominated by the strong.

She threw heaps of seasonings into the wok and splashed sauce along the edges as she got to mixing everything in. The culmination of the fried rice was her favourite part. When all those seasonings and sauces mixed with the sizzling chilli, garlic, and shallots, the resultant aromas made all the bustling around in a packed kitchen and getting yelled at like she really was some nobody worthwhile. "Rice is ready!" She shouted across the kitchen.

Yuuma shaped the rice into a perfect dome on a plate and headed to the window for final checks. "Rice? Good, that's table four! We need two more portions. You've made enough, yes?" Yuuma opened her mouth as he finished talking, which, in the chef's books, was at least three seconds too slow, "Come on, I'm not talking just to hear myself! Get to it!" If she'd been the poor waif that she was pretending to be, she'd probably have stewed angrily about the treatment, despite being too weak to do anything about it. She found some simple pleasure in letting herself be bossed around like this. It was…nostalgic.

If Yuuma's lieutenants weren't so used to being left to manage the Alliance themselves, she probably wouldn't have been able to indulge in this behaviour. "Back to work, Rakutsu!" The chef shouted at her, making her snap to attention. "What if the higher ups walked in!?"

The higher ups being that dumb-as-rocks Saki Kurokoma and her weird three-tailed dog thing. In truth, Yuuma could (and, in fact, had) beat both up handily by herself, but bringing that up seemed a poor decision. She was thankfully spared from further shouting as a waitress shoved her way into the kitchen, shouting out a new order.

In the split-second that the door from the kitchen to the restaurant proper was swinging shut, Yuuma got a straight view through to the front doors. The place was the typical affair from the mainland, transposed into the Animal Realm – lots of red, lots of gold trim and detailing, and plenty of smoke from the various tobacco devices that nearly everyone in the restaurant seemed to be using. It was the perfect look for the Keiga family. To Yuuma and the Gouyouku Alliance, it seemed gaudy. Even Yuuma's infinite avarice wouldn't lead her to this sort of excess.

The view to the restaurant wasn't the important part. The important part was the customers. Usually it was a variety of slightly better off city dwellers who lived in the Keiga territory; Typically the kind who'd come into a little too much money a little too quickly and were looking to blow it all on whatever they thought of. Wolves, usually, but sometimes others.

Case in point: Right now, there was a tall man walking through the front doors, dressed in dark blue. It should've been nothing, but Yuuma froze. That was no wolf. That was no Keiga grunt at all. Not with those sharp eyes, and especially not with the way they scanned the room as if looking for prey. Oh, he could hide some of the animalistic features, but that, Yuuma knew, was an eagle. There was just something in the way he held himself - A sort of cavalier attitude which seemed to be permanently instilled in eagles. Yuuma knew, of course, that he was here for her. There could be no doubt about that. No eagle would be stupid enough to head this deep into Keiga territory without good reason. Whether Yuuma counted as good reason was up for debate. To him, maybe. As far as she was concerned, the eagle was an idiot.

A rough hand grabbed one of her horns in a gesture that nearly had her punch the chef in the face. "You can daydream after I've fired you for slacking off!" He roared in her ear, shoving her off in the direction of her station. It was a nice, if hollow threat. He'd never fire her. She cooked too well, and the wolf had no idea where she’d come from or where he’d find anyone half as good. If he fired her, he could say goodbye to his restaurant's reputation. As she stumbled past the other cooks, who were doing their best to not draw the chef's ire, she looked over her shoulder and froze a second time. The roar from the kitchen had not gone unheard, and in that split-second as the door swung shut, the eagle stood at the entrance had looked straight through.

Straight at her.

Caught out – That's what she was. Because, much as she'd love to pretend it was some grunt who'd gotten lost, she knew who that eagle was. And he knew her at the slightest glance. No, there’d be no playing dumb. He'd recognised her, and she had to deal with that before this delicate house of cards toppled down around her. Or escalated into an all-out war between the Keiga and the Gouyouku. Either was likely.

"Chef, I'm going on break!" She called loudly, ensuring the burners were off. Someone else could handle the rice. She didn't bother waiting for the chef's reply. For all his shouting, the wolf was reasonably perceptive. Not perceptive enough to realise that she was the head of an enemy organisation, but still. He'd shout, but someone would take over and the kitchen would keep on working.

Yuuma barged through the kitchen doors, through the break room, and into the hallway that led to the main floor. Just in time, too, as the eagle who'd spotted her was already hurrying in her direction. It was a busy restaurant tonight; The tables were full of wolves. They'd spot the stupid eagle's inability to hide his uppity attitude quickly, and that'd just lead to a whole oil ocean's worth of trouble that no one needed.

She intercepted him in the hallway. To her luck, they happened to meet right in front of the bathroom, and she wrapped a hand around the lapel of his suspiciously sharp jacket (did he think he was fooling anyone?) and shoved him inside immediately. She darted in and slammed the door shut, then hurled the eagle back into the door. She stomped closer and slammed a hand into his chest, forcing him to keep still. Since he was near double her height, it almost looked comical, but the implicit relationship between the boss and the subordinate kept him from taking it with anything less than complete seriousness.

Silence surrounded them, broken only by the dull ebb and flow of the restaurant beyond. "Right." Yuuma growled. "Right..."

"I'd recognise that voice anywhere." There was that tone - The slightly posh, slightly uppity voice of an eagle. "Lady Toutetsu...I've found you." Yuuma's eyes narrowed at the slight smile that graced his lips.

"Kaneki." Yuuma's voice failed to surpass a deep, rusty growl. "Care to tell me what a top lieutenant of the Gouyouku Alliance is doing in Keiga territory?"

Kaneki cocked his head. "What I'm doing? I could ask you the same thing, Lady Toutetsu. What's the reticent boss of our organisation doing here? And..." He seemed to take notice of her properly then. "...Apologies, but what in the name of sanity are you wearing?"

Far from her usual attire in its blue and red hues, Yuuma wore the slim clothes that a busy kitchen required. She’d pulled open her ragged chef’s jacket on her way through the break room, revealing the thin shirt underneath complete with a small patch indicating that she was affiliated with the Keiga Family, and her trousers had ragged hems that helped sell the ‘poor animal spirit’ aspect of the disguise. For a poor sheep spirit like that, being able to have a badge indicating affiliation would’ve been a mark of pride. She hadn’t worn clothes like that in a long time before coming here. Not since the city barely existed.

Even so, Kaneki couldn’t get away with saying that. "What I do in my own time is my business." Yuuma hissed. "I'm not beholden to you. Even if you think otherwise." Her top lieutenant did seem to feel a sense of...misplaced responsibility toward her, despite her lack of encouragement. Whenever she was in the Beast Metropolis, he was always looking to be near her. When she was away, she'd heard, he became strict, determined to keep things running perfectly for when she returned.

"I never suggested you were." Kaneki's reply held that tone again. "We of the Gouyoku all act on our own. But when you come back and then you immediately disappear, my job becomes to…find you." His icy blue eyes contained an exasperated edge to them that made Yuuma scoff. "I know you've done this before, Lady Toutetsu. You've done it a few times. You've been to restaurants all across the city."

He'd let loose one fact too many. "Oh?" Yuuma's eyes narrowed; her sharp teeth displayed themselves. "And how d’you know that?" She pressed a hand against his stomach (it was the closest thing she could reach without having to stretch her arm up awkwardly) and pinned him against the door. "I keep things very quiet. Have you been spying? Stalking? Kaneki, I didn't know you had it in you!" Her eyes pulsed, the thin veneer of magic preventing their real shape from coming out falling apart. Suddenly, Kaneki found himself pierced by those horizontal pupils. "Now, what should I do with you?"

Anyone else, and they'd probably have broken instantly, backing down without pause. Kaneki's eyes retained the signature eagle sharpness as he stared back. "Nothing, Lady Toutetsu. Not unless you want to explain to whoever replaces me why you...removed me."

A harsh growl escaped Yuuma's throat, but she remained still. Problem was...he was right. Oh, it wouldn't have mattered to the rank-and-file grunts in the organisation, but the other high-ups would have questions if she silenced her second in command, and that kind of in-fighting was what had led to the creation of the Gouyouku Alliance in the first place. All of the major factions in the city held on by showing the others that they were unified and controlled. Giving that idiot Kurokoma or that control freak Kicchou a hint that there was trouble in paradise (or the opposite of paradise) was asking for all-out war.

“…Fine. I know you eagles have your own…methods.” Members of the Gouyouku Alliance acted on their own, and the higher-ups often had their own information networks. A fact that made for headaches. Yuuma pulled her hand away and stomped across the room, crossing her arms. “Ensure that no one can…exploit it.”

Kaneki stalked toward her silently, coming close enough to force her to look up at him. “My channels are watertight. And silent. No one will know a thing. They exist for keeping an eye on things.” His unspoken words hung in the air.

"Things like if the boss is misbehaving." Yuuma finished darkly. "What do you think I am, huh? Your child? Your ward? I'm no one’s responsibility." Finding herself sick of him looming over her, Yuuma shoved him back; he stumbled into the stall doors. "Do I look like I need you checking up on me?" She stalked closer, her voice growing harsher. "You're my subordinate. You manage the place when I'm away. You don't spy on me. You don't follow me around like I'm a lost child." She let some more colour into her voice and was pleased to see Kaneki shrink back slightly. "You especially don't admit that you've been following me around for some time."

For a subordinate, Kaneki didn't behave like one. "Lady Toutetsu, you know as well as I that you can't keep this up forever. It's only a matter of time before the wrong person sees you, in the wrong place, at the wrong time." Suddenly it was Yuuma backing up as Kaneki pushed away from the stalls again and in her direction. There was actual anger in his expression now, like her actions were a personal slight. "You mean so much to us eagles. You’re our way-too-reliable boss. Even so, being here…”

Yuuma scoffed. His concern was overbearing. "I like you more when you're desperate for my approval. Why do I keep you around?" In truth, there was a good reason Yuuma kept Kaneki around. The desire to please her was strong in him, and she liked that, but he was...a looker. With his icy blue eyes, his tall, wiry physique, and his strikingly large wings when he felt like displaying them, he ticked a lot of boxes.

One box, he ticked more than others. This, she’d learnt thanks to a mishap of cosmic proportions. He'd happened into Yuuma's private rooms – The ones she rarely used at the top of the Gouyoku Alliance headquarters – as she'd been stepping out of her bathroom. Scrubbing off the bloodstains that came with working in the Blood Pools of Former Hell was no easy task. It sometimes took several sessions of lathering to get the grime off all the ridges of her horns. Thus, she'd not bothered getting dressed until she was finished. And in walked Kaneki, dustcloth in hand, ready to give the rooms that Yuuma rarely used a complete dust-off. He’d frozen, staring at her. For once, she'd broken that unflappable nature of his as he'd stared at her nude form.

But, pointedly, one part of him hadn’t frozen.

The encounter had taken on a certain lascivious undertone in their meetings since. Oh, Kaneki had apologised profusely and offered to gouge his eyes out in recompense, a gesture that made Yuuma laugh, but they both knew that something had tangibly shifted from that moment onward. It took hold of those moments between conversation; Those times between the turning away where Yuuma's eyes would slide across Kaneki's form, sticking just slightly in one spot. And she knew just as well that he did the same, his eyes tracing the contours of her body when he thought she wasn’t looking.

There were times where Yuuma leaned into it. Where she'd stretch just right so Kaneki could see through the gaps in her clothing. Where she'd position her legs to expose just slightly more thigh than usual. There was something in it that titillated her. She was supposed to be above her subordinates. But much like her when the chef was yelling at her, a unique pleasure came in going along with it.

"I know you can take care of yourself. You’re nigh-invincible. You come here because no one can fight back even if they do catch you, yes? But I—" Kaneki's words faltered as Yuuma growled and slammed a hand into the wall, pressing herself up against him and grabbing his collar so she could drag him down until they were nose-to-nose. "Ah - I - Lady Toutetsu—"

"I'm your leader, damn it! You worry about the subordinates below you, not me!" Yuuma's voice rusted, becoming harsher and throatier. "I come here when I want anonymity. I can pretend that I'm still the nobody I used to be! When the city barely existed and all I had was a shitty little hovel that I had to share with—" She forced herself to shut up. "…I'm not here to cause any problems. I'm here to cook. That's it. That's all." She dragged Kaneki closer. "Now, would you kindly fuck right off and let me..."

And at that moment, something changed.

While looking into his eyes, Yuuma suddenly became…aware. She'd pressed herself against his body to shout into his face, and...something had reacted. Something pressed against her with a burning heat that she could feel even through layers of clothing. Something that throbbed with blood so powerfully that it was practically audible. Slowly, Yuuma's lips, previously engaged in angry shouting, morphed into an 'O' shape.

"...If I told you, Lady Toutetsu, that this was just a coincidence, would you believe me?" Kaneki's voice was strained. Yuuma tried to shift, but it seemed to provide a tantalising bit of stimulation for Kaneki, and his eyes squeezed shut.

Yuuma eased back, her eyes falling from Kaneki's face to the front of his trousers where that thick bulge resided. She'd wondered ever since that initial incident just what he had hidden there. Usually, she clamped down on those thoughts. But sometimes, late at night, she let them fill her mind. Let the fantasies and thoughts cloud her brain until she found herself hot and panting, her thighs rubbing together and her face flushed. On rare occasions, it happened while she was bored, working in the Blood Pools. Chiyari had caught her once, daydreaming, drooling, and dripping wet, her hand grinding against her skirt. She'd not lived it down until she'd whacked the stupid lizard on the head a few times.

"...I don't think I would." Yuuma replied slowly, tearing her eyes away from the hefty bulge before her to look back up at the man sporting it. "So why don't you tell me what it actually is?"

The atmosphere grew thick with tension. Neither side made sudden movements. Yuuma slowly edged closer, and Kaneki's eyes followed her even as the rest of his body remained frozen, aside from what was surely painfully throbbing below. It’d been a long time. Yuuma had, in the past, taken what she wanted, when she wanted, and that had included men, but recently, she'd abstained. Held back. She suspected that the cause of her reticence had come in the form of nine tails and disapproving eyes. But now, in this situation...Toutetsu Yuuma found herself...interested.

"...You're beautiful, Lady Toutetsu." Kaneki's voice was measured and methodical. "And you were...pressed against me. Just now." Yuuma didn't care for this roundabout speech and fixed him with a stare that made it clear that his answer wasn’t good enough. He squeezed his eyes shut. "It's been a while." Yuuma tilted her head, and Kaneki broke. "…It's my cock, Lady Toutetsu."

"Is that right?" Yuuma's hand drifted forward, gently brushing against the bulge in Kaneki's trousers. She slid her fingers across the straining fabric, drawing a shiver from the eagle. "And what am I to do with that? Don't lie to me, Kaneki. I'll be upset."

With his body pressed against the stall and his eyes squeezed shut, Kaneki seemed a statue. Even so, the conflict in his mind was near audible. Finally, the icy blue of his eyes revealed themselves as he looked down at her. "Anything?" He asked.

"Anything isn't an answer." Yuuma murmured, tracing a pattern into his trousers. "Tell me your fantasies." She pressed her hand harder against his trousers, the heat of the prize underneath palpable. To her annoyance, the eagle still seemed reticent. Well, she was done with slow and steady. Growling, she grabbed his collar yet again and dragged him down to her height. "I want you to tell me the truth," she hissed, "and I always get what I want."

The tension boiled over; She kissed him. His mouth had been falling open as she'd done it; her lips crashed into his with near enough force to bruise. Yuuma yanked on his lapel, drawing him closer and holding him in place. She leaned into the kiss – Her lips soon became not enough; she pushed further, her tongue slipping out from between rows of jagged, sharp teeth to swipe across Kaneki's lips. He didn't last long, and like a switch had been flicked, he gave in.

He pushed his tongue out in return. His hot breath tickled her lips as his tongue slid across hers, the sensation almost foreign to Yuuma after so many years. He felt gentle; There was a softness in the way he kissed that belied his beast nature. Yuuma urged him forward, capturing him in a lustful lip-lock that sent tingles dancing across her spine as he fearlessly twisted his tongue into her mouth, with no heed toward the sharpness of her teeth. He was getting into the swing of things. His hands, once pressed firmly against the stall behind him, were suddenly on her. Far bigger and far needier, he groped at her body, his hands sliding across her back and against her neck.

Forcefully, he yanked her body into his. His hands pushed into the muscles of her back, hard enough to leave marks against her skin beneath her ruffled, sweaty shirt. He was all tongue - Overwhelming and electric, pushing into her mouth further and further without fear or hesitation. He tangled with her own tongue with an intensity that Yuuma doubted many could match, and his hot breath sent heat dancing across Yuuma's lips.

Yuuma fared little better. She hadn't realised, but she was needy. Pent-up, desperate, and above all, greedy. She set herself against him, pressing him back into the stall door roughly. Her chest, where a strong flame burnt, pressed into his trousers. She couldn't muster the focus to decide where to aim for next. All she could focus on was the hot and heavy feeling of him, and the saliva she was wetly consuming as her tongue twisted and writhed against his. She didn't think a kiss could be such a big deal, but the lust and greed that burnt between them made it so, and Yuuma couldn't stop a husky groan from escaping into his mouth as Kaneki's hand shifted against her neck, sending warm tingles across her nape that melded perfectly with the heat inside her.

Kaneki dragged his hands free, pushing Yuuma away just enough that he could reach the buttons of her shirt. He moved with intensity; There was nothing playful nor gentle about his movements. He needed to see her disrobed now, and Yuuma couldn't even think of stopping him as his hands dragged against her skin like trails of ice and fire, brushing up her navel and across her ribcage, against her chest and her hardening nipples. He reached her top button and undid it with lightning precision even as he continued to kiss her, unable to conceive of pulling away. Her burning hot body seemed to burn more with each button dragged loose, the flesh sweaty and clammy, yet tremendously sensitive.

The kiss finally broke, leaving them panting. Yuuma's mouth felt thick and full, a sensation that she hadn't felt for a long time. Kaneki's eyes blazed with unrestrained lust, which made her wonder just how he'd been restraining himself for so long. Yuuma’s greed drove her now. “Tell me what you want, Kaneki,” she murmured.

"I..." His rational mind made one last valiant attempt to reach him but fell short of clearing the tsunami of lust that consumed him. Instead, he threw caution to the wind and yanked at her shirt, ripping the thing open and scattering buttons across the bathroom floor. Yuuma's breath hitched as her skin was left exposed to the cool air, even as Kaneki's hot hands fell to her chest, brushing over her hard nipples and sending electricity rolling through her. She whined as he tweaked them, his rough touch delicious.

Yuuma wasn't going to be outdone, though, and she knew what she wanted right away. As soon as she had a chance, she pushed forward, back to the heat of Kaneki's crotch, and took hold of the waistband of his trousers. Her first attempt at pulling them down went astray as something blocked her movement. Growling, she yanked a second time and was rewarded with a shift as Kaneki's prick sprung free of its confines, slapping into his stomach wetly. It remained stiffly upright, throbbing and glistening in the harsh lights of the bathroom. That thick member looked just delectable to Yuuma, and before she could think, she’d leaned forward and planted a sloppy, saliva-filled kiss about the glistening, mushroom-shaped head of Kaneki's cock. The eagle himself groaned with need as her lips pressed against him, and with no access to her chest, his hands found themselves in her hair. He steered clear of her horns, thankfully, as Yuuma wouldn’t have reacted well if he’d grabbed them without permission. Even the head chef only got away with it because she didn’t want to destroy her cover.

The glistening liquid coating Kaneki's cock left a delectable salty taste upon Yuuma's lips as she licked them, and she decided that she wanted more. "Tell me, Kaneki, did you fantasize about this?" Her fingers formed a ring as she slid them down the turgid length of his cock, settling at the base as the eagle's legs tensed and flexed. Yuuma pressed her lips against the underside of Kaneki's prick again, relishing in the heat of it. It was so thick and heavy that it rested across Yuuma’s face, appealing to some degenerate part of her mind as his precum marked her. The slightest stimulation drew whining pants from the eagle, and as Yuuma let her head fall, trailing little kissing across his length, she felt his hands squeeze her hair.

"I-I did, Lady Toutetsu..." Kaneki's voice grew strained with each kiss Yuuma pressed on him. She worked her way down to the base, then began working back up again. "M-More than once."

Yuuma kissed the underside again. This time, she swiped her tongue out, running it across his skin. Hot, salty flavours courtesy of his precum competed with the heady taste of cock in her mouth. She trailed her tongue up from the base to the tip of his dick, where his almost-purple glans squeezed out another dollop of pre. Yuuma pushed her fingers up, encircling the cockhead in skin and making Kaneki whine again as she rolled the foreskin back down again. Across a swathe of rigid cock, her tongue travelled, tracing a path across the vascular vessels that networked a path up that heavy length. His shaft grew wetter and stickier at her ministrations, and she grew more and more excited.

"Tell me more." Yuuma murmured, her lips sounding out the words against his shaft. "What exactly?"

"Y-Your mouth..." Kaneki weakly murmured. "I wanted you t-to use your mouth..."

Use her mouth Yuuma did. She brought herself back up to the bulbous head, opening her lips and exhaling a hot breath against his tip. Before he could react, she enclosed him, lowering her head and drawing the tip of his prick into her hot, wet mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, taking care to keep her sharp teeth clear.

Kaneki was certainly manly, and she found that her mouth felt full all over with the head of his cock inside it. She laid her tongue flatly along the bottom of the head, against that tight band of skin that made him shiver weakly. Yuuma settled herself in front of him, the height difference between them working in her favour as she barely even needed to stoop to get to his cock. The salty taste of his precum faded as she drank it all up, leaving nothing but the velvety taste of his skin as she suckled him. "Lady Toutetsu, I - Deeper..."

Yuuma didn't need the encouragement. She pressed in, pushing herself deeper down his cockhead and onto the shaft itself, letting him settle deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swung around in a rolling sweep, from the underside across to the opposite side, tracing the veins on his length. Yuuma's breath came out in pants and she felt lightheaded, but breathing in through her nose only filled her lungs with the rich, intense scent of cock and made her feel even more drunk on lust.

She bobbed her head slightly, drawing her lips up to the edge of his cockhead before pushing them back down. Kaneki babbled above her. "A-Ah, you're so - Lady Toutetsu, your tongue - Fuck..." Sloppily, drooling all the while, Yuuma went down further, slurping at the length as her lips claimed more of his tasty cock. She pulled back shortly, playing with the head again before dropping right back down, pushing more and more of him into her mouth in a messy, thoroughly lewd act that made it abundantly clear that Yuuma was as horny as he was. All the while, Kaneki's stupidly stiff cock leaked more and more precum that Yuuma delighted in swallowing. The more she swallowed, the more the desire grew within her to push things further. "Amazing..." Kaneki huffed weakly.

Yuuma's eyes flicked up at his icy blue eyes, softened by the pleasure and lust coursing through him. She smiled slightly around the obstruction in her mouth, then redoubled her efforts and sunk deeper. She brough her head back up, then dropped it back down with intensity, pushing his oozing cockhead through into the back of her mouth, where it snugly settled. Her teeth, completely under control, very lightly scraped against his shaft.

She knew that Kaneki could see what she was planning, and he seemed nothing but excited by the idea. "L-Lady Toutetsu, I..." He mumbled, but fell silent as she raised an eyebrow at him. Deliberately, her eyes locked on his, she pushed her head forward, sliding his cock deeper still. His cockhead slipped forward, through the back of her mouth, and it reached the unparalleled tightness and heat of her throat. A lesser woman might have struggled, but Toutetsu Yuuma was a greed-filled beast who could devour anything. There was nothing her throat couldn’t handle. With no hesitation, she pushed on, relaxing her throat as it practically reshaped to hold the lucky eagle's cock. Slowly, she took him deeper.

And finally, she settled, her nose nestled in his tidy pubic hairs and his cock lodged firmly in her throat.

Though they lived in Hell (or near enough), the eagle was clearly in Heaven. He throbbed in her throat, pulsing with heat. Yuuma didn't cease her ministrations, rocking back and forth, her throat's contractions massaging and squeezing more pre from him. An odd desire overcame her, and she moved her fingers from where they’d been pressed against his legs. She reached up, finding his hands still buried in her hair. Very deliberately, she moved them to her horns. Kaneki's eyes widened, but as she forced his fingers to grip her tightly, he breathed out shakily. "Lady Toutetsu..." He husked, "y-you look so pretty like that."

He tugged on her horns lightly, testing out the boundaries. She shifted back, his cock teasing the entrance to her throat deliciously as he pulled. Once he’d confirmed that she wasn't going to bite his cock off for his actions, he pushed her horns firmly, drawing himself back from her throat until only the head remained in her mouth. Welcoming it, Yuuma did not resist as he roughly slammed back in, hilting himself deep in her throat again with a sloppy, wet groan from Yuuma as her insides clenched.

He got into the swing of things, using her horns as handles and forcefully fucking her mouth. Now that control had been taken from her, Yuuma found that she was burning. Between her legs was an incredible heat, and one she couldn’t even begin to deny. Hurriedly, she shoved a hand below the waistband of her trousers and her underwear, slipping it past her mound until she enclosed on a swollen bit of flesh. Tweaking her clit set off a rush of pleasure that rolled through her body and eliminated thought for a split-second, leaving only the messy, sloppy deepthroat for her to feel.

Once thought returned to her, she ventured further, finding that, unsurprisingly, she was soaked. Her questing fingers pushed onward, sliding between her folds and slipping into her soaked cunt, tight and hot and wet and just begging for something more substantial than a finger. She curled her finger inside, rubbing against her most sensitive spot and blanking her mind out again. She barely held off an orgasm there and then as she slid her finger back before pushing it deeper into her pussy.

And there she was, fingering herself while taking the cock of her subordinate down her throat in the bathroom of a restaurant deep in enemy territory.

What a life she led.

She didn't want to stop; She relished that feeling of her throat being crammed full of cock. The only thing she'd relish more is if he'd fill her throat with a delicious load of his cum. So, roughly fingering herself, and even though was no longer in control of the speed, Yuuma redoubled her efforts at suckling, licking, and teasing Kaneki into an eventual orgasm.

"Nngh...Just - Just a little more...Lady Toutetsu..." The eagle grunted. He was close, as if that wasn't evident in the way he throbbed tantalizingly. "Your throat feels so good..." He clutched her horns tighter and his pace sped up. He matched his thrusts with his yanking on Yuuma's horns. Drowning in lust, Yuuma sucked even harder.

And at that moment, Yuuma heard something. Cheering. Coming from outside the bathroom. She couldn't turn to look with her horns gripped so tightly, but she had a horrible, sneaking suspicion. This was Keiga territory, and those brawn-for-brains wolves were the rowdy type. Cheering meant one of two things: Either a waiter had made a spectacle in falling over, or...someone important had arrived. And in Keiga territory...

She had a horrible suspicion that Kurokoma Saki had just walked in.

Yuuma might not have cared if she was caught in Keiga territory on a normal day, but given the situation, she'd gladly skip it. And for as much of a stubborn hard-ass as the head chef was, he didn't deserve to have his kitchen implode in a brawl between the heads of two massive organisations, especially when one of them had just been sucking cock in the bathroom.

She'd have liked to make Kaneki aware of this little fact, but he was currently deaf and blind to all but the pleasures of her throat.

Just to make matters worse, her suspicions were soon confirmed. "Ah, shut your big fat mouths!" That was the annoying jumped-up horse's voice, though it was quickly drowned out by even more cheering. The wolves revelled in that behaviour. Yuuma told that voice whispering about how bad this was in the back of her head to button it so she could listen.

"Well, I can't fault your taste!" Kurokoma spoke loudly. "This here's the best restaurant in the city!" More cheering and whooping followed her words. It was a little hard for Yuuma to focus with her throat being so roughly fucked, but she tried her best. She even withdrew her fingers from her soaked cunt so she could pay attention. Still, Kaneki's panting, husky breaths, and weak moans were getting in the way. "Alright, you lot, back to your meals! I sure as hell ain't here so you can all stare at me!" A raucous wave of laughter followed her words, but things seemed to calm. Yuuma would've breathed a sigh of relief, but then she heard something else that left her frozen. "Hey, boss man!" Kurokoma again. "Where's the toilets?"

The toilets. Like the ones Yuuma was in right now.

Kaneki couldn't listen to her, and with him so close to a messy finish, the idea of pulling out was likely as foreign to him as Heaven was. But being caught by the matriarch of the Keiga Family was untenable, so Yuuma abruptly smacked Kaneki's hands from her horns. Before Kaneki could react, she pulled back, his cock sliding from her throat, across her tongue, past her teeth, and popping free of her mouth, leaving an obscenely lewd mixture of saliva and precum in Yuuma's mouth and all over her chin, where it dripped down onto her perfectly flat chest.

No time to escape. Especially when Kaneki's twitching and throbbing dick refused to abate. Yuuma dragged him forward and away from the stall door, threw said door open, shoved the eagle inside, quickly rushed in, and locked the door behind her. It was the best she could do on short notice.

Short notice it was, as no more than a few seconds passed before the bathroom door opened. "—As hell, right?" Kurokoma’s voice.

"Yep. Yep, definitely. You're right, Lady Kurokoma." Oh, she knew that voice. Kurokoma’s weird three-tailed dog thing that she'd beaten up in the past. Enoka? Something like that. Yuuma turned to look at Kaneki, who'd fallen onto the toilet in the stall after she'd shoved him inside. He looked a little dazed and more than a little blue-balled. His angrily throbbing cock which still shot straight up into the air made that quite clear. Outside, the dog thing was still talking. "You said there's lots of meat here, right?" Yuuma pointedly stared at Kaneki and raised a finger to her lips, telling him to shut the hell up.

Kurokoma laughed. “Oh yeah, loads. I struck a deal to get first look at the supplies coming in.” Yuuma suppressed a groan. The supply runs came from an organisation so wreathed in shadow that no one knew anything about them, but they turned up, like clockwork, bearing everything the city needed to function, meat for cooking included. A necessity when you were stuck in the afterlife and didn’t have easy access to materials and livestock. Clearly, Kurokoma’s deal was why the Gouyoku and the Kiketsu had been getting sub-par cuts of meat lately. Yuuma would have to do something about that. “And no one suspects a thing!” Kurokoma sounded smug; Yuuma wanted to bite her head off.

She heard a very quiet shift behind her. Kaneki was sitting up. "Ugh, it's all stalls. I miss the old style." Kurokoma groaned. Her footsteps echoed across the tiled floor. Yuuma thanked the gods (the ones she didn't hate) that she'd locked the door.

And at that point, the worst happened. Kaneki, the stupid eagle, had apparently become completely blinded by lust. Yuuma felt a little bad that she'd been forced to stop him before he could fill her throat with a hot, sticky load, but she'd not had a choice. That’d left him horny and needy, and as Yuuma stood listening to the conversation outside, his weight suddenly landed on her back. His hands wrapped around her and squeezed, groping her heavily and roughly.

She briefly entertained the idea of telling the horny idiot to piss off.

But only briefly, because she soon felt the heat of his prick sliding against her rear and it made her inner core clench up something fierce.

It was an insane situation and an even more insane idea. Kurokoma and her subordinate were right there! Right outside the stall door! And yet...that only made her want it more. To get thoroughly fucked, to get seeded, to get pumped so full of cum that she’d be dripping it across the bathroom floor where Kurokoma stood. And all without her knowing. In fact, now that the idea had entered Yuuma’s head, it was all-consuming, taking over every thought process until all that remained was her desperate pussy and Kaneki's stiff cock.

Her hands were on the waistband of her trousers instantly. She wriggled them down, grinding herself against Kaneki all the while, until the cool air of the bathroom washed over her and the heat of her soaked cunt practically turned to steam in the air. She looked back over her shoulder, staring Kaneki dead in the eye. It was a very simple message: Get us caught, and you'll no longer have that cock at all.

Kaneki seemed to take her meaning. His hands came down roughly on her ass, but extremely quietly. They slid across, coming to rest on her hips, gripping her tightly. He pulled her against him, taking one hand away to reposition his cock, leaving it to slide beneath her ass and across her lower lips. The heady burn it brought nearly made Yuuma get them caught there and then. The moan had practically escaped her lips when she clamped down on it. Kaneki slid his hand up to her chest, pulling her up so that she rested against him, his cock trapped between her thighs and her cunt, becoming just as soaked in her juices as it was in her saliva and his precum. Slowly, he teased her, grinding it against her dripping pussy without deigning to fuck her.

Meanwhile, outside the stall, the conversation continued merrily.

"That's so cool, Lady Kurokoma!" The dog thing— Enoko! That was it! "Ooh, d’you think they let you grill your own meat?"

A sharp, metallic crunch pierced the air, making Kaneki jump slightly, which in turn pushed his cock even harder against Yuuma's soaked lips. Again, Yuuma was forced to grit her teeth to keep a whine from escaping. That was the stupid dog thing's two other sets of teeth, the traps on her wrists. Now that she was upright, Kaneki's hands roamed all over her naked chest and navel. Her skin was proving to be traitorously sensitive, and she bit her lip as his fingers circled her areolae and kneaded at her sensitive nipples.

"It ain’t that kind of place, dumbass." Kurokoma scoffed. "Besides, if I wanted to grill my own meat, I could do that at home."

Yuuma's need for something to fill her pussy was starting to spill over into a rabid, feverish want. She blindly reached out and grabbed Kaneki's wrist, squeezing it so tight that it was seconds from breaking. Pointedly, she stared at him. The message was clear: Get to fucking me already. Anymore and she'd be caught. And while the idea of being caught was lighting a fire in her belly like no other, actually getting caught would be…bad.

Fortunately, Kaneki seemed to take her unspoken words to heart, because he stilled between her thighs. His hands slid back down to her hips, but this time they squeezed, dragging her upwards. Yuuma scrabbled, trying to get her shoes to find some purchase. She leaned back against his chest, looking down and panting as silently as she could manage as she watched his rock-hard cock twitch between her legs. Slowly, she reached down, slid her fingers to her lips, and spread them wide, giving him clear access. Kaneki reached down to reorient his cock, prodding at her entrance. She nearly squeaked, her fingers slipping loose and her lips enclosing the tip of his cock.

"Oh, right..." Enoko's voice was casual. "What d’you get to eat here, then?"

Yuuma shoved her wrist into her mouth and bit down on it just in time to keep any lewd moans from leaking through. Kaneki's glans clung to her quim, and her body was screaming that it wanted more. The fingering she'd given herself earlier had primed her for an explosive orgasm, and she was teetering on the edge of paradise, only held back by the cock that had yet to start pounding her silly.

But Kaneki didn't keep her in suspense. He rolled his hips forward, his cockhead spearing her, spreading her lips apart as if they were nothing. He drove his cock slowly, surely into the burning hot tightness of her pussy. Yuuma bit down harder on her wrist, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to groan as her senses were completely overloaded. As Kaneki's glans buried itself deep into her insides and his stiff shaft followed, he returned to pawing at her chest and pinching her nipples, ensuring that she couldn't get a moment's respite from the pleasure assaulting her from above and below.

"Hmm..." There was nothing Yuuma wanted more in the world than for Kurokoma to fuck off and die. Right now. "Fried rice, maybe. The wolves love all the meat more than me."

The complete smoothness that Kaneki's cock slid inside her with was almost annoying. How wet had she been? How ready for a good, hard dicking had she been? He was everywhere at once, scraping against her inner walls electrifyingly, pushing deeper and deeper into her tight cunt with every moment. It’d been so long since she'd even thought of doing this. All that time had left the sensations near foreign to her mind, but as much as she'd had to fight to keep her reactions to that initial penetration quiet, the slow push of Kaneki’s cock and that burning hot fullness as her pussy was stretched out to accommodate the thick, rough prick inside her was something her body still loved.

Her head lolled back, falling against Kaneki's chest. He was looking down, she could tell, because she felt the ghost of his hot breath against her head. He was doing his best to be silent, which was a small mercy. It seemed that Yuuma was more in danger of getting them caught, especially as Kaneki paused, easing himself slightly back out, scraping his stupid prick against the walls of her needy pussy all the while. Each shift brought the need to whine out of her, stretching her silence to the limits.

Kaneki wrapped his arms around her chest and navel, squeezing her body tightly as he rolled his hips once more, reversing course yet again and feeding thick, stiff cock back into her dripping wet slit. Her body balanced on a knife's edge, and that edge only became sharper as Kaneki lowered his head, getting as close to her ear as he could without her horns getting in the way. "You're so wet." He murmured so quietly that she barely heard it. "Wet and tight..." He squeezed her tighter in his arms and pushed his hips higher, digging in deeper and forcing her glistening folds apart with ease.

On the way up, his prick shifted slightly, changing angle and scraping lightly against her sensitive spot. Yuuma's eyes shot wide open and she clenched her teeth around her wrist tightly as her mind fluttered. She might have cum a little there. That knife's edge was looking very precarious right now. Her spine arched and her body shuddered in Kaneki's grip. Her walls clung to every bit of his dick, desperate to wring more pleasure from the very welcome intrusion.

That long, thick, rough prick inside her continued to spear her, shoving through her soaked cunt and deeper still. Yuuma couldn't believe how right it all felt. He fit like a glove inside her, leaving no part of her to waste. He pushed once more, finally halting. He hilted himself inside her, his cock pressed right up to her womb. There they remained for a moment, both doing their best to silently pant for breath.

"Hey, Enoko, what's up with your right trap? It's not closing properly."

Yuuma twitched, forcefully reminded of the presence outside. At the same moment, Kaneki's hands brushed roughly against her nipples again, nearly dragging another moan from her throat.

"Huh? Oh, er...Huh. That's strange. I'll have to check it out later." Two clangs rang out. "Hey, uh, did you actually need the toilet, or...?"

Yuuma's eyes widened. Kaneki took the chance to roll his hips, withdrawing slightly from her insides before pushing himself right back in. Her eyes rolled upward. Her spine arched again, dragging her upright as her head rang with flashes of heat and ice. She bit down on her wrist harder, certain she would draw blood. It was overwhelming in the best ways, and Yuuma dearly wished she was free to moan as slutty and desperately as she wanted. She was dying to cry out in ecstasy and demand that Kaneki fuck her properly, pounding her pussy with no mercy.

She wanted that, but she couldn't have it, because there were two idiots outside rambling about nothing.

"Oh! Nah, I just wanted to give those lot outside a chance to get over themselves." Kurokoma sounded very casual about it. "Why? Do you?"

Kaneki's hands shifted. They dragged themselves across her skin, away from her nipples and to her shoulders. Yuuma tried to look back and ask him what he was doing, but he suddenly thrust his hips, at the same time pushing on her shoulders and shoving her down on his cock. His cock rammed through her, making Yuuma bite her wrist so hard that she felt the exact moment her teeth broke the skin and warm, metallic-flavoured blood dripped out around her mouth.

The eagle didn't deign to grant her respite. He pushed up again, retaining just enough control to keep from slapping his hips into hers lewdly and loudly. Yuuma knew just as well as he that they were stretching the boundaries of silence now. Sex wasn't silent. Even sex like this wasn't silent, and while they were going slow enough to keep from discovery, it'd be over if they let any noise out. Yuuma, despite being lost in a sex-fuelled haze of emptiness, found the strength to halt things. She stretched her legs down, getting her toes on the ground, then pushed Kaneki's legs wide, dropping herself lower and preventing him from thrusting as he had been. Unfortunately, this had a side effect. It forced his cock to ram back through her pussy and hilt itself again, pushed comfortably close to her womb. It made Yuuma take on that unrivalled feeling of complete fullness again, more intensely than before. And finally, it pushed her over the edge.

Though her wrist bled, she forced it back into her mouth and bit down hard as she peaked. The head rush washed over her instantly, and she went from being grounded, in a stall, in a restaurant, in the depths of the Animal Realm, to floating on clouds somewhere near Heaven in an instant. All her thoughts faded, leaving her to feel nothing but pure pleasure as it radiated across all her body at once. She didn't feel the pain from the self-inflicted bite wound. She didn't feel Kaneki's hands as her gripped her waist, and she didn't hear Kurokoma and her pet dog thing. She tried to ride it out silently, her hips bucking, her back arching, her head rolling back, and her blood dripping from her wrist.

All the while, Kaneki ground his hips against her, gently massaging her clenching cunt and teasing out every twitch that it possibly could in the throes of her powerful orgasm. Her pussy was no doubt squeezing and gripping him even tighter. It shuddered with her orgasm, burning hot and impossibly wet. She squeezed her eyes shut and yet stars still popped in her vision. She floated; her mind felt strangely disconnected from her body.

And slowly, she returned to the real world. Her orgasm petered out, the last few shudders and bucks of her hips driving pleasant tingles through her spine and into her brain. She became aware of the floor she stood on with shaky knees. The burning pain from the wrist in her mouth that she'd mauled faded in, and she felt that wonderful fullness as Kaneki's cock throbbed inside her. Gingerly, she withdrew her hand from her mouth, cringing when she saw how badly she'd bit it. Silent pants wracked her body, and she shivered weakly at the explosion of pleasure that’d rippled through her.

"—Get back out. They're going to start panicking otherwise." That was Enoko's voice. "And, uh...it's a bit..."

"...Yeah." Kurokoma replied. "Probably a good idea. Let's go." Yuuma heard footsteps - Kurokoma's boots. "Hey!" The matriarch suddenly shouted. "Y'might be quiet, but we can sure as shit smell sex. Get a room!" And with that, the door slammed shut, leaving the room blessedly empty.

Yuuma exhaled shakily. "F-Fuuuck..." She groaned weakly.

"Lady...Lady Toutetsu..." Kaneki replied just as weakly. "You look so pretty when you're cumming." His hands full to her hips, and he yanked back on them, pushing his cock as deep inside her as he could. Yuuma groaned and trembled again as his cock ground against her. "We don't need to be as quiet..."He suddenly placed a hand against the square of Yuuma's back and pushed, forcing her forward and bending her over. Abruptly, his cock slipped free of her tight confines, dragging a disappointed whine from her at the emptiness. Her hands slammed into the stall door as she was pushed against it.

"You...You've been holding out..." Yuuma husked, panting as Kaneki squeezed her ass. His stiff length roughly smacked against her, rubbing and leaking with wild abandon. "Don't need to hold back anymore..." She murmured, pushing herself up against his cock as much as she could.

Kaneki's hands slid down and she felt his thumbs press into her labia, pulling in opposite directions and stretching her petals wide. She held little doubt that they glistened and dripped lewdly, inviting him back inside. She throatily gasped when his cockhead prodded at her entrance, Kaneki wiggling his hips slightly to find the perfect angle.

She went to say something, to tell him to stop messing around, when he suddenly hammered his hips forward, slamming himself inside her and hilting himself deep in her cunt without warning. Immediately, her eyes rolled back and she sagged against the stall door, its presence the only thing keeping her upright. Quickly, Kaneki pulled back and thrusted back into her rapidly, his hips rolling forward to smack against hers with intention.

This wasn't stealthy sex anymore. As he gripped her hips tightly and thoroughly pounded her, giving her the rough fucking she'd been dying for, Yuuma knew exactly what this was. Breeding sex. Impregnation sex. This was Kaneki determined to leave her dripping his hot, sticky load.

She sagged against the door again as one of Kaneki's fingers slipped around her thigh, finding her clit. He haphazardly traced his finger in vague circles about the sensitive nub of flesh, and the already overwhelming pleasure built to a crescendo. She didn't quite have a full-blown orgasm like earlier, but it was damn close, and if he continued much longer, she’d be screaming her delight to the entire restaurant.

But he didn't continue for much longer, because even as he pounded her, his thrusts deep and forceful, he had other ideas. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, and yanked her upward. "W-Wait, what're you—" Yuuma's eyes widened as she felt the ground slip away from her. Her legs scrabbled for purchase but found none. She would've stopped him, but the shift from standing to being carried caused Kaneki's dick to shift to a different angle inside her, and suddenly she was being battered just right. All resistance she had to this idea abruptly vanished from her mind, replaced with pleasurable nothingness. "O-Ooh..." She mewled. "That's gooood..."

Her arms, previously braced against the wall, slipped down to hang uselessly in the air, leaving her cheek pressed into the stall door as her only support while Kaneki railed her. The all-consuming pleasure was everywhere. Her body throbbed with heat; Her eyelids fluttered, she drooled, and she saw spots in the corners of her vision as she stared unseeingly. The stall banged with each thrust, and if anyone happened to need the toilet, there’d be no excuses for what was happening, but Yuuma found that she had stopped caring. All she cared about now was the sublime fucking she was getting, and all she wanted to care about was a thick, delicious load assaulting her thirsty womb.

"Just - a little more. Fuck, you're so..." Kaneki forced his words out in short, sharp grunts, heavy breaths making up the rest of the time. "Hanging off my cock, it's so fucking..." He failed to finish his sentence. Instead, he redoubled the effort into fucking her even harder, pounding her cunt over and over, so rough that Yuuma's mind and body barely had a chance to comprehend it. Every time he reached her deepest point, his cock stretching her wide, his shaft rubbed up against her sensitive spots and made her clench up tightly.

Yuuma finally managed to claw back some wherewithal, awkwardly shifting her head, even with her cheek pressed against the door, so that she could try to look back. "Kaneki. Kaneki..." She murmured, trying to get his attention. "Cum inside."

The eagle froze, midway through pulling back for another thrust. It made sense. He'd been hoping for it, certainly. Probably dreaming of it. Still, he'd never have done it without permission. But now...he'd gotten it. He had gotten permission to pump her desperate womb full of his virile semen. "...Lady Toutetsu..." He husked. "Your horns..."

Yuuma groaned as his cock rubbed against her g-spot. "Graaab them..." She whined. "Do what you want, just keep fucking me!" She couldn't restrain herself from pushing back against him, grinding his cock in deeper and deeper.

"Understood!" Kaneki sharply replied. In a flash, he was on her, and this time, there was no teasing out reactions. He manhandled her, gripping her horns like handlebars. He yanked her head back sharply, growling. Her spine arched and her hands grasped at nothing as the last bit of agency she had was thoroughly stripped away. Throaty gasps became all she could get out with each obscene slap of Kaneki's thighs against her ass, and she could barely see anything for the stars in her eyes now. All that existed was pleasure. It rippled through her, pooled within her mind and soul, and tried to drag her into oblivion.

She hadn't let anyone touch her horns like this for a long time, but...there was something terribly attractive about the way Kaneki manhandled them, the way his pants and grunts synchronised with him yanking her head back by her horns. The way she could feel her neck stretch as her head was pulled back...It made her feel weak, trembly in the knees in a way that was very different from the way that hitting her peak made her feel. Kaneki thrusted just right. He menaced her womb with his rugged cock, teasing her with the promise of a messy finish. Yuuma could feel him throb as he thrusted. She could feel the way his thrusts became more needy; The tension in him stretched to the breaking point.

"Lady Toutetsu..." Kaneki murmured, pulling her head back so he could get closer to her ear. The strain was evident in his voice. Only one thing could be coming next. Yuuma didn't need to think about it. She just moaned sweetly and encouraged him to continue.

But then he rammed forcefully against her inner walls, hitting her g-spot so perfectly that the climax overtook her instantly. It burnt like the fires of hell, sweeping through her hard and fast, erasing everything else once again. Her muscles tensed at random, her toes curled in her shoes, and her teeth gnashed violently. She crashed through another peak, taking in those wonderful feelings with a throaty moan as her head was yanked back. She weakly twitched as the pleasure rolled through her in waves, each one intense enough that she could hardly contain herself.

And all the while, Kaneki continued to thrust into her. "F-Fuck—" He grunted, gripping her horns even tighter. "Gonna - Gonna fill you up. Get you fucking knocked up!" He was over the limit, Yuuma knew. Even lost in the post-orgasmic haze as she was, she could feel the throbbing and the burning heat. Even she couldn’t stop him now. "I'm gonna—"

That was that. He growled like a true beast and rammed his cock deep inside her, prying apart her folds and hilting himself right up against her womb. There, he throbbed deliciously, and – Yuuma knew – could practically feel - he let loose. White, burning hot, desperate to knock her up, his seed spilled forth, crashing through her cervix without hesitation and painting her baby-room white. With each throb and each spurt of his cum, he yanked her back by her horns. Finally, he dragged her back upright, against him, and used his grip to force her head around and drag her into another sloppy, messy kiss, even has he continued messing up her insides with his semen. Yuuma could do little more than moan into his mouth as he came.

The heat spread through her navel as her womb greedily sucked up every available drop of semen. Yuuma's mouth remained slack as Kaneki claimed it, gripping her body so tightly that he was no doubt leaving marks. She had no idea how long it'd been going on. How long had he been cumming? How packed full was her womb? How had they not done this sooner? He continued to growl like a beast between making out with her, and the possessiveness she felt from him was extraordinary.

Finally, his overexcited cock began to calm. The throbbing subsided, though Kaneki managed to tease a few more spurts out with some last-minute thrusts. Yuuma's womb was absolutely stuffed, and she suspected that her stomach might be bulging a little. That too felt irresistibly lewd.

Kaneki's thrusts finally came to an end, his hands loosening against her skin. He eased out of the kiss, his hot breath washing over her face. He shifted Yuuma upward, and she shuddered with the pleasurable feeling as his softening cock slipped out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together before any of his seed could ooze out of her cum-slicked slit.

"Mmm...Kanekiiii..." Yuuma groaned weakly. "That kind of greed and assertiveness is…good." She didn't bother trying to stand. She doubted her knees would be up to the task right now. Nigh-indestructible she might be, but sex exhausted her in a different way to battle. "Left a whole lot up here..." She murmured, gently rubbing her belly. "Really trying to knock me up, are you? You beast."

He had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I, uh...Heat of the moment..." He weakly shrugged, looking away. "No man could rightly keep their head together with you, Lady Toutetsu." It was as sweet as it was silly, and Yuuma couldn't help but laugh.

She suspected that they might've pushed their luck a little; For the bathroom to remain empty this long was nothing short of a miracle. "I think we need to get out of here." Yuuma said, finally pushing Kaneki's arms away. She tentatively got her feet on the ground, but her knees buckled as soon as she tried to put weight onto them. Stumbling hard into the stall door, she thought about the enormity of sneaking away.

Kaneki, looking as weak as her, slowly pulled his clothes back on. They both stunk of sex and sweat, and as intoxicating as that was, as depraved and slutty as it made Yuuma feel, she did still like this restaurant, so destroying her chances of working here wouldn't be good. Yuuma slid her trousers back up her thighs and fastened them, still feeling Kaneki's cum packed inside her, held in place only by her underwear. Gently, she unlocked the stall door and eased it open, only edging out when she'd confirmed that it was empty. Kaneki stumbled out after her, supporting her. They both listened to the raucous noises coming from the restaurant outside, and then, as one, turned to look at each other.

"Out the bathroom window?" Kaneki asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Out the bathroom window." Yuuma nodded.

"—Need to stop wasting all your supply runs. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that the wolves can't get enough of the meat, I wouldn't bother. It's—"

"Kurokoma." Yuuma was tired. "I don't care." She drained her cup and started looking around for a bottle. "Get to the point before I strangle you with your own tail."

The Beast Metropolis, with its vying major factions, still needed some level of coherence. Wars between the factions were bad for life, and so the semi-regular meetings between the heads of the major factions remained the safest way to deal with potential problems. It helped that, since the emergence of that aggravating goddess in the Primate Spirit Garden, the Keiga, Kiketsu, and Gouyoku actually had a threat to keep at bay.

Still, they didn’t like each other. "You sound like you've been taking something you shouldn't have." Kicchou Yachie, leader of the Kiketsu Family, spoke quietly and smoothly. Her gaze was fixed on Kurokoma. "And you," Her gaze switched to Yuuma, "Are even more reserved than usual."

"I'll show you how reserved I really am if you carry on." Yuuma growled. "Get off your high horse. Uh, no offense, Kurokoma."

"Fuck off."

"...Quite." Kicchou didn't look like she believed Yuuma.

"Anyway, my point was that I was at this restaurant recently." Yuuma's ears pricked up and she hurriedly put on a disinterested air. "Best fried rice in the city. Anyway..." Kaneki was back at the Gouyoku headquarters, trying to wrangle some of the younger recruits. Things had changed between him and Yuuma once again. She’d come away from that night with an obsession. "I went there the other night, right? And I went to the toilets—"

"Oh? Stomach problems?" Kicchou smiled in what could barely pass for some facsimile of sympathy. "My, it's because none of those wolves can cook, I'm sure. It's too delicate an art for beasts like that. You'd never see that with my otters."

Yuuma upended a bottle of cheap, nasty sake into her mouth as Kicchou and Kurokoma bickered. She wished she was alone. Failing that, she wished she was at headquarters, having some fun with Kaneki where they could be caught. Anything would be more fun than sitting here.

"My point was, I went into the toilets, and you know what I heard?" Kurokoma had gotten Kicchou to shut up for a moment. A rare feat. "Sex. Someone fucking in the stalls." Yuuma whipped her head around right as Kicchou did. She did her best to match the turtle-dragon’s scandalised expression. "They were trying to be silent, but...I mean, it's not the sort of thing you miss."

"What a tight ship you run over there, Kurokoma." Yuuma dryly said, trying to restrain the tingling feeling in her lower belly. That night really had awakened something... She’d already found excuses to drag Kaneki off multiple times since. "At least someone in your territory is enjoying themselves."

"Fuck off, Toutetsu. Your lot don't even know what fun is." Kurokoma whined. "Normally, that sort of thing would put anyone off going to a place, but..." Yuuma raised an eyebrow. "But damn, their fried rice is so good..." Yuuma restrained her smile. Good to see that her food was still winning hearts and minds.

"You're so easily swayed. It's pathetic." Kicchou's voice dripped with pity. That, of course, set off another round of bickering as Yuuma found another bottle of sake to drink from.

Yuuma suspected that this strange thing she had going on with Kaneki couldn't last. It'd probably blow up spectacularly. But still, it was fresh and new, and it had her hooked. Her appetite demanded more. As soon as she could escape from the two annoyance that passed for matriarchs, she could go and sate herself.

She just hoped her eagle subordinate could keep up.

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Kento hurried through the forested path to the Myouren Temple. Dark clouds hung in the sky, ready to unleash a torrent of rain any minute now. When he had left the village, even if the sky was gray, he was sure that it wouldn't rain.

But he had gone too far now, and as a Youkai exterminator, his weekly visits to the temple were of the utmost importance. Byakuren's vast array of knowledge was invaluable, at least whenever she was available. He had other reasons as well, chief among them being visiting Kyouko.

Kento smiled as he thought of her, the once meek Yamabiko who had joined the temple, who quickly became a blazing rainbow of happiness. Since then, they had become close, with Kento a frequent visitor of her concerts and her always stopping by to talk to him whenever she went into the village. As he finished reminiscing, his mind went to the other temple members. Ichirin and Unzan didn't like him much. Minamitsu treated him with superficial kindness, even as she tried to drown him. Her creativity surprised him. Whoever heard of a ship phantom trying to drown someone in a latrine pit?

'Ah, Minamitsu. Funny as always, well I guess you're more fun than the Tanuki.'

Byakuren was just as annoyed with him as she was interested in having him join the temple. That only encouraged him to push his luck with her, and the others.

Then a droplet hit his head. Rain, sounding like a phantom's screams, exploded behind him with a burst of wind. Kento broke out into a sprint. Wind and cold air whipped past him as he ran, staying just ahead of the squall. He passed underneath the temple gate and into the courtyard as he flexed the skills he had learned as an exterminator. With a final hop, he landed safely under the temple roof.

He laughed at himself as he got his bearings. The sudden downpour passed over the temple gate, beating against the temple roof like countless tiny hands

Kento took a moment to enjoy the scenery before the rain drained all color from the temple grounds. No birds sang, and no sun shone, just the fierce rain as it washed the world away. A wave of nostalgia washed over Kento, and he reminisced on his childhood.

He had spent countless days like this, watching the rain with his mother. There were happy days, and people he would not give back. Some of that was his own fault, and some was chance. Immersed in the moment, Kento tasted the sweet nostalgia turn bitter and sorrowful on his tongue.

A familiar voice cut through the scene. "Oh, well, if it isn't a certain someone?"

"Ah, Nue, it's good to see you again." Kento's gaze stayed frozen on the rain. He knew searching for her was a fruitless effort. "I'm honored to be in the presence of such an ancient Youkai as yourself."

The hairs on the back of Kento's neck stood on end as he felt Nue point her trident at him. "You're here to see Kyouko, aren't you? Don't act like I don't know how you look at her."

"Well, of course I'm here to see her; we're friends, after all." He said, trying to play it off to put Nue on the back foot. He had known her for long enough to recognize her tactics; she wanted people to feel threatened and unsure. A typical stalker, the whole pathetic package, just the type of person he liked to tease.

There was a beat of silence, only the sound of rain drifting across the temple grounds, before Nue spoke again. "Be careful, Kento, if you break her heart, I won't be the only one mad."

Kento could imagine Byakuren's terrifying visage and suppressed a shudder. He didn't doubt she would be furious.

"Well, nobody's stopping you from joining us." Nue was chronically shy, easily embarrassed, and a total pervert. Kento knew how she would interpret his offer, and just as he expected, she didn't answer back.

Kento waited a second longer, listening and watching the rain as it beat against the temple grounds. He turned away as the downpour picked up, traveling deeper into the temple complex. He passed through the front hall and into the passage that connected the first four halls of the temple and enclosed the first courtyard.

Across from him, Kyouko stood near the corner where one hallway met another, leaning against the railing that faced the courtyard. Kyouko was short, only coming up to Kento's chin, with soft green hair that contrasted nicely against the pair of brown floppy dog-like ears and her tail.

He could still remember when she first came to the temple, downcast and sniveling. She was the perfect picture of pathetic cuteness. Byakuren had given him a swift chop to the head and a long lecture after he said that out loud. Kento always counted himself lucky that Kyouko hadn't heard that, instead her first impression of him was as a nice, helpful, and handsome person.

Not incorrect, but not nearly as imp-like as he actually was.

Their second meeting was more auspicious. Byakuren had strong-armed him into helping her with Kyouko's move into the temple. Kento enjoyed seeing how fast she grew out of that initial meekness, always shouting greetings and good morning to people or brightening people's days, even if they didn't ask for it. Of course, she had never fully lost all of that initial shyness around him, which only made her more cute in Kento's eyes.

After she had settled in. That was where she and Kento had first properly become friends. He was already visiting the temple anyway, and Kyouko always wanted someone to read sutras with her. He found it strangely invigorating, although he also spent time with her outside of the temple, usually whenever her band was playing.

Kento took a step forward, and before he could speak, Kyouko had already turned around to face him. Her ears twitched, and Kento felt a little of the color return to his world as she smiled.

"It's nice to see you again, Kyouko," Kento said, smiling as he approached her.

"Yeah, it's good to see you too." Kento could see her tail wagging as she talked.

Kento nodded and walked beside her, grabbing onto the guardrail. "So, are you enjoying the rain?"
"Yeah, look what I can do," Kyouko said, cupping her hand to her mouth. "HeLoO KeNtO!" She said, echoing the sound of the rain as she talked, making it seem as if she was speaking underwater.

Kento and Kyouko both laughed, a light feeling rising inside him as she smiled. Despite the chill in the air, the moment felt warm. Kento's eyes drifted to the courtyard, and he could already imagine how bright the plants would be once the clouds cleared. Wet earthy smells drifted into the passage.

"So, how's your music career been going? I've been pretty busy lately, so I haven't been able to keep up."

"Great! Miss Inaba wants to host a big event, and Misty and I are supposed to be the stars." Kyouko was practically glowing as she talked, shyness vanishing from her face.

Kento remembered those nights. Sweaty bodies dancing to ruckus music, human and Youkai alike, intermingling as if there was no difference between the two. He wasn't sure if Byakuren knew those sorts of events existed or not. She'd be happy with the coexistence, but furious with the hedonism, and no doubt she'd try to butt in.

Kento's thoughts returned to the moment, Kyouko before him, and the chill of the rain outside. "I see, so you and Misty are gonna knock those Prismriver sisters off their number one spot?"

"I-I don't know about that." Kyouko blushed, thinking he was just complimenting her, but Kento had faith in her. Even if he thought she could be air-headed, she had talent.

"Well, either way, I'll be there to watch you sing Kyouko."

"You better mister!"

The two of them giggled; nothing about the situation was funny, but they both felt at in each other's presence. Kento's smile softened as he looked out onto the courtyard. A part of him thought he really should get to business talking to Byakuren right away, but as he smelled the wet grass, asked another question.

"So, are the others here?"

"Byakuren and Shou are, but the rest are out," Kyouko said, kicking her feet as she looked out at the rain. There was a slight nervousness to her movements that made Kento pause.

"Really now?" The others were probably up to some mischief somewhere. He decided to not mention that or Nue to her. She might have still been peeping, but Kento cast that thought away. Impishness contorted his face as he decided to push his luck.

"I, but... I do have something else that I want to talk to you about." Kyouko said, stammering underneath Kento's gaze.

"Really, what is it?"

Kyouko took a step back, nervous, but she wasn't far enough away as Kento reached forward and ruffled her head. "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure a good girl like you isn't up to anything bad."

Kyouko stood in silence as Kento happily pet her head, flushing red and tail wagging all the while.

"I-I'M," Kyouko hid her blushing red face, unsure of what to say.

"I'M NOT A DOG!"

A wave of sound exploded out from her, sending Kento stumbling back as the temple shook and rain flew away. Kento smiled, laughing off Kyouko's accidental attack.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Kyouko clung onto Kento, nearly in tears, as she tried to help him regain his balance,

Kento steadied himself, resting a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, after all, your crying face is the cutest."

"I'm not cute." Kyouko scowled at him, huffing as she let go and folded her arms.

A flash of yellow and a rush of wind cut into the scene before Kento could say anything else. Across from Kyouko and Kento stood the temple's avatar, Toramaru Shou, spear and pagoda in hand.

"Kyouko!" Shou said, her pagoda at the ready. "Are you okay?"

She turned on her heels, placing her back to Kento as she faced Shou, her face still bright red.

Shou's pagoda illuminated the scene in rainbow hues. Kento smiled at her, the light of her shining jewel seeming distant to him.

"Ye-yes, it's just," Kyouko blushed, embarrassed as her eyes darted between Kento and Shou, trying to find an explanation that didn't reveal Kento had pet her.

"It's okay," Kento said, petting her head again before looking Shou in the eyes, "She just reacted badly when I gave her a little pat on the head."

"Kento!" Shou planted her spear into the floor, causing his hand to flinch away from Kyouko's head. "I know you and Kyouko are friends, but she's a Youkai. Would you pet me just because I'm a tiger?"

Kento rolled his eyes, he wouldn't try something like this with some Youkai he was unfamiliar with, although... He squinted his eyes and thought about it for a second. Shou didn't have any ears or a tail, unlike animal Youkai. Byakuren had given him a very technical explanation for why that was, but he had forgotten it. Her hair was still pretty fluffy, and if he used his imagination, he could see a tail swaying back and forth behind her. There was also the appeal of someone so upright and reserved acting cute.

"Ye-"

"Don't answer that!" Shou stamped the butt of her spear on the floor again, massaging her brow with her other hand. "You shouldn't go around treating animals or Youkai so lightly!"

"I thought you and Hijiri wanted Humans and Youkai to get along?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should just go around manhandling Youkai, even if you're an exterminator. Control your desires." Shou huffed before turning to Kyouko. "How do you feel about Kento petting you?"

Kyouko shuffled on the spot, before admitting, "I... I don't hate it."

"That's fine," Shou said, nodding along, either oblivious to Kyouko's embarrassment or more concerned with her lecture. "There's nothing wrong with liking to be pet, as long as you don't let it interfere with your work."

Kento nodded and turned to Kyouko beside him. "So, can I pet you some more?"

"... Yes"

"See, everything's fine," he said, smiling as his hand went back to Kyouko's head, ruffling her hair.

"No, it's not. You still touched her without her permission. I shouldn't even have to scold you. Be more conscious of your actions and ask first before doing something like that."

He sighed and removed his hand from Kyouko's head, "Okay, I will, but before you go, can I pet you?"

Shou's eyebrow twitched, "No... If you need anything, I'll be at the main gate. Hijiri is in her quarters right now preparing for an event in the human village. Don't disturb her."

His eyebrow rose at that. Members of the temple went to the village to beg for alms, but this sounded different.

Shou continued, "I won't tell her what you did, but remember to reflect on your actions, Kento. I don't want you getting hurt because you act carelessly."

"Yes, yes, I will. I'll ask anybody before I pet them first, and if they try to bite me anyway, I'll exterminate them!"

"Kento..." Shou stressed, looking at him as her eyebrow twitched at his usage of the word extermination. Gensokyo's Youkai extermination had much more to do with chasing away troublemakers or sending them to a religious institution, but Byakuren and Shou still disliked the insinuation of killing.

"Uh, Shou," Kyouko said, feeling another lecture coming on and tired of being embarrassed. "Kento and I still have to read sutras together."

"Sorry for keeping you two: Go read some sutras." Shou rubbed her brow as she walked away, one of Nazrin's mice following her.

Kento chuckled before looking back down at Kyouko. "Right, you want to read sutras? Lead the way, Kyouko."

"I will," Kyouko said, taking Kento by the hand.

He didn't particularly enjoy reading Sutras, but Kyouko did, even if she didn't understand them. He had become quite familiar with them. Kyouko's presence could make almost anything bearable for him. The scripture hall connected to the front gate by the same corridor that enclosed the first internal courtyard.

The rain continued to beat against the temple grounds, draining color as it ripped through the air and shattered on the roof. A slight fog gathered in the air as Kento and Kyouko entered the scripture hall, only for Kyouko to keep moving.

"Hey Kyouko, we're not here to use the scripture hall, are we?"

"Yeah, we're not," Kyouko admitted, not looking back to meet Kento's eyes.

The two passed through the hall and the corridor to the rear hall that formed the back of the building enclosing the internal courtyard. Kyouko entered a side door and then followed it to the main hall's rear entrance, Kento right behind.

She opened the rear door into the second courtyard. Beyond, the two of them saw the rain form a solid wall of water and sound, shrouding the pavilion and the temple quarters behind it.

The only place Kyouko could take him after this was the great hall with the statue of the Buddha, its pavilion, or the monks' and nuns' quarters.

"Do you think we should stay here?" Kento asked, regretting not bringing an umbrella.

"No," Kyouko said, her voice small, "I'll take care of it."

Kyouko held her hands up to her mouth and blew a bubble, its green-tinted surface a magic barrier. She expanded it until she could take it from her mouth and into both hands, then she kneaded it, squeezing and stretching until it took the shape of an umbrella.

Finally, she sang, "Rain, rain, go away." Releasing a stream of sound-based Danmaku into the barrier. The Danmaku broke apart as it ran into the walls of the barrier-umbrella, forming a solid, shifting pattern of differently colored bullets reflecting the light that passed through into a rainbow.

"See," she said, smiling as she held the iridescent umbrella.

"Yeah," Kento felt a bit embarrassed, but didn't let it show on his face. He could have just as easily created a barrier, but using one for something so simple never came to mind.

The two stepped out into the torrent. Raindrops reverberated as they hit the umbrella, sending waves of sound across its surface in a rhythmic pattern.

Transfixed, Kento stopped to feel the rain on his hand. It was falling so hard and fast that it reminded him of the needles used by that Youkai Shrine Maiden.

He looked out at the second courtyard. It was less grassy than the first one, having more paved areas, as well as several trees that provided sources of cover for Youkai like Nue, who didn't like to be seen.

The two of them stood side by side, shielded by the umbrella. Kento stopped Kyouko, taking her hand in his, their fingers intertwining. He didn't want to lose the sudden onset of sentiment like he had earlier, and savored the moment. The courtyard smelled of wet grass and rain, its dreary washed-out hues smothered by the light from Kyouko's umbrella. The echoing beat of the downpour sounded throughout the entire courtyard. He could feel Kyouko's warmth alongside the chilly wind and the droplets of rain that fell sideways. The two stood there for a moment, surrounded by the pouring rain and illuminated in multicolored light.

"Uh, Kento, we should get going,"

"Yeah, let's get a move on." He tightened his grip on her hand.

The two passed the great hall and pavilion atop it, making their way to the large private quarters on the other side of the second courtyard. Kyouko let go of his hand so she could open one half of the large door to the rear building. Kento furrowed his brow as he followed Kyouko inside.

'Is she making a move on me...?'[i]

Kyouko was normally meek around him, but this wasn't unwelcome. It was a bit out of character; Nue wouldn't put her up to this, and neither would Shou nor Byakuren. He didn't think any of the others would try; Murasa would, somehow, try to drown him in the rain.

He didn't want Kyouko to feel ashamed of herself or guilty if she was being manipulated by someone else; after all, Kyouko's pathetic face was only fun when he was the reason behind it.

Kento had little time to think as he and Kyouko reached their destination, a plain paper door which Kyouko opened. Inside, he could see she had neatly prepared, laying out new tatami mats and a pair of futons.

Kento went in first, allowing Kyouko to stay behind him to close the door.

As he heard Kyouko the door click shut behind him, Kento flexed his brow. "Kyouko, nobody put you up to this, did they?"

"NO!" She said, stamping her foot into the ground, her voice echoing throughout the room.

Kento shrank back a bit. "Okay, I just don't want to force you to do anything. I love you, you know?"

"Yes," Kyouko said, blushing as she stepped forward and took his hand, "and I love you, too."

He considered that there was probably something blasphemous about having sex in a Buddhist temple, but he reasoned that as long as Byakuren didn't find out, it would be fine.

Outside, the rain still splashed against the roof of the temple, creating a curtain of sound that resounded throughout the room, isolating Kento and Kyouko from the rest of the temple. The isolation, combined with the dampness and dim light, created a comfortable atmosphere.

"Well, I guess the =rain will give us plenty of cover, but Byakuren still has pretty sharp hearing, right?"

"Oh! I can do something better," Kyouko said, jumping up as she got an idea, before holding up a finger. Effortlessly, she summoned another bubble, which expanded to fit the shape of the room, popping Kento's ears as it passed him.

"It's okay, she won't be able to hear us now."

The rain was distant and muffled, but Kento noticed something else: a quick beating, different from the drum-like beating of the rain. The beat of his and Kyouko's hearts. Dim lamp light refracted off the barrier as well, gaining a prismatic quality that filled the dim room with color.

Only after hearing his heartbeat did he realize how nervous he was.

This would be a first for him as well; he and Kyouko had only ever kissed before, and he always held back from going any further.

"Well, let's get this going, then," he said, turning around. In sync, he and Kyouko undressed.

With Kyouko's barrier up, they could hear every detail of each other getting undressed, every fold of fabric, every awkward movement. If Kento strained his ears, he could even hear the faint beat of Kyouko's heart, giving him a wonderful mental image of her pathetically cute face.

Finally pulling their last articles of clothing off and folding them, Kento stood up and started counting down. "Okay, on one, two..."

"Three," Kyouko finished.

Then, on cue, both of them turned around.

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Kyouko was beautiful, with a soft, slightly plump figure, accentuated by how short she was, not to mention her sizable bust. Two large breasts with oversized areolas and large nipples complement the curve of her hips, and her round face with her emerald eyes and plump lips.

Kyouko took a step toward Kento, her eyes locked on his semi-erect cock, and Kento followed suit. Kento braced one hand against her shoulder, holding her in place.

Kento looked down at her wordlessly as she rose to meet him. Thick, plump lips quivering in anticipation. His thin lips enveloped hers as their mouths met, and they kissed. It was wet, warm, and desperate, Kyouko barely being held back as she practically tried to devour him. Her tongue tried to explore every inch of his mouth as Kento, slowly, methodically broke down her defenses, pushing her back into place with gentle nudges.

His other hand explored her body, avoiding touching the obvious spots. Instead, he started at her collarbone and trailed his hands down her shoulder: Down the length of her arms to feel her hands, and then back again, caressing her body. Kento's hands went down again, down along the length of her torso, ignoring her breasts to feel the shape of her hips.

The two separated, both breathing heavily, their faces messy.

"Haa... I never knew you could be such a desperate kisser Kyouko, where's that shy girl?"

"I'm not shy, you just-"

Moonlit nights after concerts, the shadow of the wall around the temple, shaded days underneath trees. All welcome memories of times when their lips had met. Kyouko had tried to make the first move then as well, stuttering out an awkward request, only for Kento to embrace her.

"It's okay, Kyouko, I'm here for you."

She tried to speak, but only squealed as she squirmed underneath his touch as his hands moved from her sides to the chub of her belly, to right atop her womb, and pressed down softly. His other hand went around her back, cupping her ass.

Kyouko gasped, unable to hold herself in as he groped her.

Kento let go of her ass, instead moving his hand to the base of her tail, before stroking along its length. "Good girl, you're such a good girl. Now, what do good girls do again? They bark, don't they? How about a bark from my beautiful Kyouko?" Kyouko's eyes watered as she bit back a yelp, not wanting to give in to Kento's praise.

"Okay, then how about this?" Kento squeezed her ass hard, and against her will, Kyouko let out a yelp that echoed around the room. Kyouko's mind filled with arousal and shame, completely helpless to Kento just as she had always been.

He hadn't even touched any of her sensitive areas but somehow, his calloused hands teased every drop of arousal out of her as he rubbed her. She had wanted to do something more for the longest time, not content to kiss him. Then she had gotten nervous at the last moment and the impish Kento took the lead, treating just as teasingly and gently as he ever had.

He finally stopped squeezing and stroking her belly, his hands moving their way back up her body. Kento grabbed her breasts, holding them gently as he admired her body, and taking careful measures not to touch her nipples.

Kento shushed her as he caressed her body, denying her any release. Kento loved her pathetic face, savoring the sight as his fingers danced around her breasts.

"I-it's not fair, you want to feel good too. Stop teasing me."

Kento smiled, it wasn't just sadism; he didn't want to actually hurt her. Youkai were more flexible than humans, but still he didn't want to thrust into her off the bat and hurt her.

"I'll try my best."

Kyouko moaned as Kento's hands pressed into her breasts before tracing the perimeter of her areola. Kento finally assaulted her nipples directly, running a finger over them.

"Kento, please." She was holding onto him, her hands desperately clinging to him.

He responded, angling one of her breasts upward and wrapping his mouth around the nipple. Kyouko couldn't contain herself as his tongue lashed her tit and Kento's teeth brushed against her. She bent her back, angling her body into Kento as his mouth played with breasts and his hands explored her body.

Kyouko's skin was warm and salty against his tongue. Kento trailed one of his hands down her body and to her inner thigh, before resting it atop her pussy, feeling its juices. Kyouko squirmed against his hand, and he responded, inserting a finger and searching out a delicate spot.

Kyouko let out an explosive scream as Kento brushed his finger against her g-spot, squirting out juices that coated Kento's hand. Kento touched her again, and he simultaneously bit down on her nipple, sending a surge of pain and pleasure coursing through Kyouko's body.

"K-Kento, Kento, Kento!" She came, bucking her hips as her juices flowed down her legs. Unable to contain herself, Kyouko's senses left her to drown in the tide of sensation.

Kyouko's legs failed her, going soft as jelly as the orgasm swept over her. Kyouko howled, the sounding echoing throughout the room as the pleasure ripped from her pussy all the way to her brain. She would have fallen to the ground if it weren't for Kento holding her.

The sound of Kyouko's howl echoed for a while longer, drowning out everything else as Kento suckled from her teat and he explored her inner walls. Only as the echo faded, did he finally separate from her swollen breasts.

Her pussy overflowed with juices, soaking his hand, and her face was a mess, full of need. Every breath she took reverberated around the room, the rapid beating of her heart, and the wet sounds of her pussy surrounding them both.

Kento inserted another finger into her pussy, eliciting another gasp as his free hand held her steady. Kento smiled as he removed his fingers from her chest, moving his hand along her body, forming a trail of her own arousal, until he reached her face.

Kyouko's mouth hung open as Kento removed his other hand from her shoulder and inserted a thumb in, holding it open for him to inspect. Her mouth was wet and warm, lines of saliva going from the floor to the roof of her mouth, the length of her pearly white teeth, her large tongue laid down along the floor, and the deep, warm, and wet crevice that was her throat.

Kento moved his soaked back hand down to her pussy. One by one, he inserted a finger into her, each seeking to scratch that itch inside her. She felt full, so wonderfully full, she didn't even realize she could feel this full. It was painful, so painful too, an exquisite pain that bled into pleasure as it reached a crescendo. She moaned again, squealed, utterly incoherent as Kento's hand filled out and explored her insides. At that, she came.

Kyouko went silent again, her mind empty of everything but need.

Kento slowly removed his hand as she breathed heavily, glowing in the wake of her orgasm as she leaned into his touch. Kyouko moaned softly, still sucking on his thumb with no thought in the world.

Finally, he took his thumb out of her mouth. "Now," Kento presented his soaked hand to her, seeing the lust in her eyes. "suck."

Kyouko eagerly followed his command, wrapping her mouth around his hand coated in her juices and sucking on it. Kento felt the wetness of her mouth, the caress of her tongue as she swallowed down her own juices, savoring the salty, sweet flavour as the sounds of her sucking echoing across the room. Every minuscule detail of what her mouth was doing, every single wet movement rebounding back on them.

"That's a good girl," Kento said, arousal stirring within him, as he savored Kyouko's messy face sucking on his hand.

His free hand continued to play with her body. He traced down her side, before going to squeeze her ass, squeezing it as he held her close and his erect dick pushed up against her soft stomach. She squirmed as he groped her, his hand going back up to thumb her nipple, until finally relenting. Kyouko gasped as Kento removed his hand from her mouth, a trail of saliva connecting the two before he flicked his hand, breaking it. She fell towards Kento, gasping still as she took in more air, bracing herself against his rough body.

"K-Kento, please, I-"

"Shhh," Kento soothed, petting her hair with his free hand. "You're such a good girl, Kyouko, so good. Just wait a while longer."

Kento's words echoed around the room, filling Kyouko's head with his praise. He wanted to give it to her as much as she wanted it, but he held himself back, wanting to savor Kyouko's pathetic face more than he wanted to release it.

He laid Kyouko down on the futon, her head resting atop a pillow. Kento followed quickly after, going down onto the floor, and placing himself just beneath Kyouko, her wetness in full view.

Kyouko's lower lips quivered as he braced his hands against her inner thigh, but he did not head down immediately. Instead, Kento traveled up her body first, feeling her soft and squishy flesh before burying his face in her stomach, kissing her plump softness.

"You're so beautiful, Kyouko, especially this soft tummy of yours."

"P-Please."

Kyouko wanted to plead with him to go lower, to touch her there, instead she babbled, unable to contain herself. Kento traveled down with her body, planting kisses along the way, taking special care to kiss her right above where her womb was. He smiled as he earned another spasm and pathetic mewl from Kyouko, even without fucking her she had still molded like clay in his hands.

He separated from her slowly, giving her a moment to breathe as she splayed open her legs. She leaned into Kento's touch as he approached her pussy, laying his face right before her lower lips.
He pulled himself forward, and Kyouko moved her hips to meet him, gasping as his face buried itself between her legs. Her pussy enveloped him with her warmth, juices, and scent. Wet, needy, and quivering as he stuck out his tongue and teased her lower lips, Kyouko let out heavy breaths as he traced around her wetness.

He drew out every pitiable mewl from her he could, before he puckered his lips together and kissed her clit. His lips enveloped that button, wrapping around the bud, sending a wave of pleasure across Kyouko's body as she bucked her hips.

Kento didn't let up, wrapping his tongue around her clit and playing with it, relentless in his pursuit as her lower lips leaked juices onto him.

Kento separated from her folds, finally giving her a moment of respite. Kyouko's heavy, laboured breaths reverberated throughout the room.

"Kento," she said, breathless and needy. Kento kissed her folds, his mouth flush against her pussy as his tongue penetrated her. His tongue wiggled inside of her lushness like a snake. Kento tasted her insides, savouring the flavour of her wetness as he searched for a spot he had found earlier. Kyouko's walls contracted around him, they tried to find something to fuck herself on, but was only greeted by Kento's tongue.

Kyouko gripped the futon beneath them as she came again, clenching her teeth as she sprayed Kento's face with her juices. She forced her body down on him trying to fuck herself harder on his tongue. She couldn't think; her thoughts were entirely consumed by Kento as he ate her out. The denial was maddening.

She clamped her legs around his head. In a moment, every sight, every sound, every smell, every last sense Kento has was filled by her. Kyouko's wetness was the only thing to greet him, sickly sweet and intoxicating. His world blurred around the edges, and where he ended and she began blurred his mind, there was only warmth and an insatiable need. Then Kyouko released him.

Kento's breaths were sharp, the world beginning to spin as his tongue moved. In and out, in and out, he went, removing his tongue only to tease the opening of her pussy, or to dance around her clit, drawing forth more gasps of pleasure in the wake of her orgasm.

"K-Kento." Kyouko gripped the futon beneath her, pleading with him.

Kento's face was slick with her fluids as he separated from her, his breaths deep as his lungs tried to suck in as much of Kyouko's scent as they could manage.

"I know, Kyouko..."

He loomed over Kyouko now as he repositioned himself, manhood inflamed and ready to give Kyouko what she wanted. Kyouko was small, needy, and lustful beneath him.

"Yes, now can you... Can you-"

"Can I, what?" Kento rested his cock against her pussy, dripping wet and needy. He desperately wanted to plunge into her lower depths, but he held himself back, wanting to draw out Kyouko's pleasure even more.

"Please!" Kyouko's voice echoed through the room, "Put it in. Give it to me, I need your cock."

Kento rocked forward, pushing into her with his fullness. Kyouko's wet and quivering walls embraced him with all of their might. Kyouko's back arched, seeking Kento as he pushed himself into her. She felt like she was going to burst, holding in a scream so loud that she could burst the barrier surrounding them.

Kento was still not done with drawing out her pleasure. He sat up and then hoisted Kyouko up with him. She held in a scream as she suddenly met the hilt of his dick, a white flash of pleasure shooting through her brain.

Kyouko's hands wrapped around his back, and so did her legs, trying to support herself as she sat on his dick. Kento didn't make any sudden movements, instead wrapping one hand around her as his other hand ruffled her hair, stroking Kyouko's head again.

"Shh, it's okay, Kyouko, you're doing so good." She nodded along to his praise absentmindedly, too engrossed with the length inside her, and then she moved.

It was tortuously slow for both of them, every creeping inch of Kento's shaft going deeper into her, only for her to move back up. She took the lead, drawing wet noises out of both of them that echoed throughout the room as her pussy hugged every inch of Kento's cock.

Her whole body twitched as Kento guided her, up and down, the tip of his cock leaving her for only a moment until it met the opening of her womb again, kissing her.

Kyouko finally held herself steady, stopping mid-stroke to look Kento in the eye as she leaned in, whispering as her head rested on his shoulder. "Please, cum inside me."

Kento smiled as Kyouko unwound her arms from behind him and lay back, crashing onto the softness of the futon below. Kento crept forward, inserting himself deeper into her as he mounted her.

Slowly, Kento pulled out, and then with one quick thrust, the base of his cock slammed into Kyouko. She gasped underneath him, her mind screaming with pleasure as her hands clutched at his back as he plunged into her. Her pussy squeezed even tighter around his cock as she tried to get her bearings, but the pleasure was too intense.

But she knew one thing: she wanted Kento, and moving her head up, still half-blind, she knew she wanted more of him. Their mouths intertwined once more, Kyouko's lips pressing against Kento's face, her tongue invading his mouth, feeling his teeth.

Kyouko's face was a mess, streaked with sweat, and her pupils transformed into the shape of hearts. "More..."

He wanted to give it to her so badly. He had drawn out her desire for so long and now she didn't hesitate in trying to sucking him dry, every inch of her walls, every piece of her being sucking in him, dragging him underneath an ocean of pleasure.

Kento shuddered, and then he went hard and fast. Again and again, Kento pumped into her relentlessly. Kyouko bounced back and forth against the ground, feeling as if Kento was trying to bore into her as if she was about to split apart.

Finally, he tired, slowing down as he slammed into Kyouko one last time. She wrapped her legs around Kento as he released inside her. He descended on her, as he released load after load inside her. Then, she moved in, closing the distance between them.

Kyouko and Kento kissed.

At that moment, there was no difference between Human and Youkai, just a need: the warmth between two bodies, the echoing, wet sounds of their sex, and each other.

Slowly, the two separated, enraptured.

Outside, the rain had stopped, letting rays of light through the walls. Kyouko held onto Kento as bird song fluttered through the air. Inside their personal bubble, Kento hugged her and rolled over. She Laid flat against him in their own little world, her eyes fluttering, drowsiness overtaking her as she felt the warmth within her stomach. Kento couldn't stay awake either, and the two drifted off to sleep, unaware of Nue snooping from a distance or a slightly furious Byakuren who stood outside the room.