Temper: Deliverance: Book Three of the TEMPER Saga, page 17
Still, she couldn’t tap into those warm, joyful emotions the way she had done with her anger in the past. A single question swirled in loops in the back of her head: what am I?
A part of her screamed that this was a normal reaction to the violence of her trauma, on top of some normal postpartum depression aggravated by the circumstances of Isao’s birth. She would overcome it with time and maybe some therapy down the road.
Another part suffocated her, whispering she would never walk out from her barrel. Like a cancer, the curse of that evil fox, what had linked her to him, had eaten her up from within. When she had been freed, her twisted, sick personality had been carved out. Leaving an empty, apathetic shell behind, that would never be filled.
It didn’t surprise her in the least that it was her mother’s voice behind those toxic thoughts. Her throat constricted. If it was even possible, she hated that woman more than the fox himself. But to her dismay, no surge of anger rose to offer her focus and energy. Her well had dried up.
When a warm body embraced her from behind, her stiff muscles relaxed, and her anxiety melted away. Eyes still shut, she smiled and briefly buried her face in her pillow to dry her run-away tears. Every time she thought about opening her heart, the words died on the tip of her tongue. Her spouses had suffered too much already on her account.
“I could watch the two of you like this for hours,” Yuki breathed in her ear, caressing her neck and tucking stray hair away. She nuzzled her favorite patch of skin below Lana’s earlobe. “It still feels like a dream. One of those dreams you don’t want to wake up from.”
Lana smiled and turned into her wife’s arms. She traced her jaw line before Yuki claimed her mouth for a long, warm kiss that left her head buzzing and her heart racing. Tender care turned into passion and desire in Yuki’s intense gaze, and Lana licked her lips.
It’s been so long…
“Amore mio…”
Another kiss, more demanding and lustful, cut her off.
“Sweetling,” Yuki rasped after letting go of her bruised lips. “I’ve missed you so much. Do you want to? Now? We don’t have to if you’re too tired, or –”
This time, it was Lana who caught her wife’s mouth in a hungry, almost desperate kiss. “Yes! Please! I… I can’t believe I haven’t made love to my wife yet!”
She chuckled, but it wasn’t really funny. Weeks had turned into months now, flying by, and she had lacked the time, the opportunity, and above all the energy to focus on anything unrelated to Isao, and her own excruciatingly slow recovery.
Yuki’s eyes shone, and her hands roamed under Lana’s pale green shirt, making her arch under her agile fingers and swallow back moans. But before they got spirited away, Yuki stopped and brought her wife to her feet.
“Not here. I’m going to make you sing with delirious pleasure, and this isn’t the right place for that.”
Stifling down giggles like teenagers, the two women dashed to Yuki’s bedroom down the hall. Thankfully, it was as far as possible from the living room where the rest of the family was. Not that their husband would mind, or even Gabriella, but Nakazawa was another story.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Yuki turned intense and serious. “Take off your clothes, sweetling, all of them. I can’t wait to kiss every centimeter of this delicious body of yours.”
Lana’s head swam at the rough urgency in her wife’s voice, at the authority she had always loved, that had made her bend the knee with no real difficulty exactly one year earlier. The passion shining in her eyes, the raw hunger and desire on her face lit up her dormant libido.
In a blink, Lana was naked and kneeling on the tatami.
“How can I please you, oku sama,” she asked in a hush, pushing aside a surge of self-consciousness. Her body had changed, there was no denying it.
The next instant, those sweet and strong arms she loved were around her, making her stand up, pushing her until her calves hit Yuki's large cherry-wood drawer against the wall.
“It’s not about me, neko chan, not today. Sit here and open those beautiful legs of yours.” Yuki instructed before kneeling at Lana’s feet and placing her ankles on her shoulders, not bothering to take her clothes off. She licked her lips with a hunger Lana had rarely seen, before nibbling her right ankle then moving up her leg with a slow and methodical pace.
Lana moaned in anticipation before letting out a sharp yelp when perfect teeth bit down the inside of her thigh. A pool of warm wetness built up in her core. Emotions made her head swim when she realized Yuki followed the convoluted map of her scars, although they were invisible to her. She hadn’t forgotten.
As her wife neared her precious goal, a rush of nervousness made Lana tense when fingers crawled near her core.
It’s been so long… And heavens know what it looks like now…
“Relax, amore mio, I’m going to take such good care of you…” Yuki’s warm voice and fingers massaging her legs worked their magic. “Let’s wait a little bit… Those fingers can be put to better use elsewhere in any case.”
Lana’s eyes rolled back when Yuki reached out to roll and pinch taunt nipples, and she whimpered in need. But her next gasp was much louder: a burning tongue was now sliding along her slit all the way from her puckered hole to her hard clit that quickly became the focus of Yuki’s attention. The entire area was so sensitive, it was hard not to cry because of the sensation overload. But it didn’t hurt, quite the opposite: it felt amazing.
“Oh! Yes! Gnnn please, oku sama, please, more!” Lana grabbed her wife’s luxurious hair and pressed her hard against her pulsating core, not caring one bit for rules and submission.
Yuki didn’t mind, on the contrary. Her experienced tongue dipped inside and licked her clenching walls without holding back, ripping new groans and throaty screams from her partner.
Lana began to shake, and much too fast, a violent, silent orgasm seized her. But it wasn’t over yet. Energy she hadn’t felt since she had woken lifted her. Scrambling on her feet to bend over the drawer, she spread her feet on the tatami and brought Yuki’s hand to her wet pussy from behind.
“Please, Yuki sama, right here, I’m ready for you, I want you so much!”
“Oh, my beautiful neko chan, yes, you are, so hot, so wet, so tight, hm how does this feel?” One, and then two fingers slid inside Lana easily. She moaned and arched her back, rocking her hips to increase penetration, not caring for the discomfort shooting from her center. “Oh yes, so good, so eager, let’s make you ready for our favorite toy, what do you think? You’re okay with it?”
Stars flashed in front of Lana’s eyes, and she moaned again, louder, sweat breaking on her back.
“Yes! Yes, that one, I… I want it, please take me with it!”
“I will, don’t worry, and then, we’ll ride it together, like that time back in October, when it was just the two of us for a few days… Remember?”
“I… I’ll never forget it! Ah, yes, right there! Don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me, please!”
Yuki bit down her nape and wrapped an arm around her chest, her free hand groping a breast and twisting her nipple even harder.
“If it were up to me, you’d be locked in this bedroom all day,” she growled, and the sheer power of her desire made Lana shudder and come again on her fingers.
“We still… we still have to go on that honeymoon of ours, don’t we?” Lana panted, with a lusty smile. “Back then, I suggested Bali to goshujin sama…”
Yuki bit down her other shoulder and inserted a third finger. “Hm, seeing you on the beach, glowing gold, all wet and covered with sand… A sea nymph, that’s what you are. We’ll need to rent a private beach because you’ll have to walk around stark naked all day long!” She licked beads of perspiration running along Lana’s spine before releasing her. “Don’t move now.”
Lana shut her eyes and took long, deep breaths, heart beating wildly in anticipation of what was about to happen. She didn’t have to wait long. Something thick and covered with lube pressed against her nether lips, and she spread her legs even more.
“Let’s start like this… and then I’ll get ready, too,” Yuki whispered in her ear, pushing the dildo slowly inside, stretching Lana like she hadn’t been for months, waking up dormant muscles and nerves. Her other fingers were busy flicking Lana’s erect clit, sending sparks up her spine.
Lana moaned, a long and deep noise coming from a place somewhere deep inside her that she thought had disappeared forever. She rested her brow on her folded arms, savoring the invasion and her wife’s skills.
“Here you are, so full now. Do you need a break or shall we–”
With a groan, Lana twisted on herself and grabbed Yuki’s neck, crashing her mouth against hers while pushing her down.
“No break, my love. I’ve had enough of that. Please, I need to see you, taste you, make you come!”
Yuki’s smile turned voracious, and she twisted her hips to bring Lana on her back, before straddling her.
“So much fire, sweetling! Don’t worry, you’re going to taste me all right.” She pulled up her one-piece dress and squatted above Lana’s face. “You know what to do now…” she growled. “Make me drip all over that beautiful mouth of yours…”
Lana didn’t need to be told twice. Wrapping her arms around Yuki’s waist, she brought her wife’s glistening folds to her mouth and began eating her out with passion and abandon. Her tongue went deep as she gave her all.
Yuki’s alluring sweet taste, her delicious perfume brought fresh tears to her eyes as memories of all her times together, alone or with their husband, flashed in front of her. One hand dug in the tender flesh of her ass while her other moved inside her cleft, looking for that other sensitive entrance; Lana began to rub it in sync with her tongue moves and pressed until two knuckles went in.
Yuki couldn’t stop her moans by now. Their gazes locked, each reflecting the other’s desire and love; the next instant, Yuki threw her head back, and came with a long, powerful shout, squirting in Lana’s mouth.
Panting, Yuki gave her a sloppy kiss, before removing her dress and panties. With a long and low hiss, she lowered herself on the second half of the dildo she had buried inside her wife. The two women moaned loudly when slick pussies met, savoring together the stretching and filling sensations.
Their fingers intertwined, and they pulled at each other, finding the perfect angle for their legs, the ideal friction point for mutual gratification to reach new heights together. The sight of her beautiful Yuki, looking wild, unbound, enjoying their blissful moment together filled Lana with pure joy.
It’s me! It’s me who’s giving her this! She’s so happy thanks to me!
“Ah Yuki sama, you’re so hot and wet, oh amore mio!” Lana exclaimed. They began to rock their hips and reached their preferred rhythm right away. The sounds of their panting breaths and passionate moans, mingling with their wet pussies brushing against each other, rose in the room.
“My love, my wife, I missed you like this, this is so good, so good! Oh you’re going to make me cum! I’m coming! Ahhh!” And to Lana’s pure delight, Yuki got caught in the throes of another violent earth-shattering climax that triggered hers right away.
Out of breath, wheezing even, Lana crashed on her back, face buried in her hands. Sobs of relief and joy rocked her, and she relished the waves of powerful, unnamed emotions raging inside her. Humming her own happiness and satisfaction, Yuki embraced her and held her tight, licking perspiration from her skin and leaving trails of soft kisses all over her body.
Lana’s thoughts snapped back to her morose ruminations back in her room, and a huge smile bloomed on her face.
Alive! Thank goodness, that’s what I am. I’m alive!
18 - Back to Training
“Oh, I’m so happy that we got to do this! A real ladies’ day, it had been too long,” Yuki sighed with satisfaction as she drove her car in the narrow back streets of Setagaya ward.
“Thank you for taking care of everything,” Gabriella said, a content smile on her lips. “That spa was a such a treat. My skin hasn’t glowed like this for years, and my legs feel so much better. If only they could stay that way for a few more months.”
“My pleasure! I’m glad it could bring you a bit of relief.” Yuki glanced at her wife in the rear mirror. “Lana san, your hair is so shiny, what kind of aftercare did they use?”
Pulled out of her reverie, Lana blinked and stopped staring outside her window.
“Uh, no idea. I might have dozed off by that time…”
Her two fellow passengers burst out laughing. “Oh, you could certainly use a nap, cara mia. But I’d have expected you would be more relaxed now? You know Isao is in safe hands. I’ve never seen such a doting father like Honda sensei, I can only hope Yoshiro will be as devoted!”
Lana clamped down a burst of annoyance and gave them an apologetic smile. “I know! That’s not the problem, I’m just not–” She didn’t know how to finish; Yuki had organized every single detail of their morning outing to one of the best spa and relaxation salons in the upscale neighborhood of Omotesando. It was a luxury treat, and she battled with guilt given her lack of real enthusiasm.
Gabriella snickered and glanced at her lifelong friend. “Yeah, you’ve never really been into this kind of stuff, right? But consider this as a trial run for all that you will have to go through for my wedding. I expect my maids of honor to be as perfectly groomed as myself! Yuki san, I’m confident when it comes to you, but I think your expertise will be required to drag Lana through that painful process. There’s only so much hair pulling and nail polishing she can endure before she starts biting people.”
Lana shrugged at her two companions’ good-natured giggling and glanced outside as they drove inside their alley. Sure enough, Honda was there with Isao in his arms, talking to the six-month-old boy about something he had found on a tree. Her heart beat faster at the lovely picture they made together, and bubbles of pure delight sparkled in her chest.
If only we–
She killed that thought before she could finish it, and her mood turned sour again. Yuki parked the car, and the three women stepped out, Lana offering a supporting arm to her pregnant friend.
“Okaerinasai,” Honda called from afar.
“Tadaima,” Yuki and Lana replied together.
Lana beelined toward him, anxious to give a big kiss to her baby boy. Sometimes she feared she’d turn into an overbearing mother, but a part of her needed to make up for all the crucial and painful months she had missed in her son’s life.
“Thank you for looking after him, goshujin sama. I trust everything went well?”
Isao cooed in delight at seeing his mamma; she kissed his round tummy and soft cheeks to show him the pleasure was mutual and ruffled his silky brown hair.
Honda offered her a small smile while handing her his precious cargo.
“Obviously. There is no limit to the wonders of butterflies. And you?” He threw Lana a cursory glance but didn’t make any comment on her looks – to her dismay or relief, she wasn’t sure anymore.
She couldn’t figure out exactly what she expected from him in that department, given she didn’t care much about complicated hairdos and makeup herself, and his own down-to-earth approach to the concept. But these days, his detached behavior added to her frustration and mounting anxiety. While he wasn’t shy anymore about expressing tender care, he hadn’t laid one finger on her since she had come out of her coma.
“As well as these things can go. But the spa staff who attended me were a bit too chatty for my taste. There is only so much I wish to listen to when it comes to the latest fashion shows.”
Yuki and Gabriella caught up with them, and Honda quirked an eyebrow at his oldest companion. “I am sorry to ruin your day Yuki san, but otoh sama called. He will join us for dinner tonight.”
“Is that so?” His wife didn’t bother hiding her exasperation. “He can’t help himself, can he? Always dropping by, unexpected…”
Honda’s mouth switched to a scowl. “I think this is one of his ‘surprise inspections’ he is so fond of.”
“Ah, that’s exactly the right word. I also think he can’t spend more than three days away from Isao but will never admit it. I guess we can be thankful he deigned to give us prior notice. I’d better get started then. He will be expecting several of his favorite dishes, as usual. Gabriella san, will you stay with us?”
“I have to be on my way at 4, unfortunately. Yoshiro is coming home tonight from his trip to Sapporo.”
“4?” Honda interjected. “Then, given that Yuki will be busy, would you mind keeping an eye on Isao kun during that time?”
Lana gave him a puzzled look. “I can do that!”
“I thought you and I could practice together since Drs. Stern and Tanaka have lifted all their medical concerns about your state of health.” She stared at him, speechless.
Gabriella chuckled and made shushing sounds at a cheerful Isao. “Silly me, forget spas and manicures! Going back on the tatami will do the trick for that brooding mood of yours. Let me take care of my favorite godson, please. I’ve got to practice my baby skills, and you could use some exercise,” she added with a playful wink.
Lana forced a smile and handed Isao to Gabriella, whose friendly banter hit too close for comfort. “Well, yes, I’d love to, goshujin sama,” she gave him a slight bow. “It seems like forever since I did any. Please give me a moment, I’ll be with you shortly. Cara mia, thanks for babysitting.”
She hurried to her bedroom. Her workout underwear were hidden deep inside her drawers, and to her embarrassment, her dogi was wrinkled. Thankfully it didn’t smell; mold hadn’t taken over. Nerves fraying with excitement and anxiety, she tied her obi and then her hair in a simple ponytail. Her eyes met her reflection in her mirror; waves of self-doubt and bitterness assailed her.
