Temper: Deliverance: Book Three of the TEMPER Saga, page 19
“Well, well, well… thank you for one of the most hilarious sights I’ve ever witnessed! But pray tell, what are you doing putting your clothes back on?”
Lana and Honda turned as one to see a playful Yuki on the threshold of the small room. “Yuki san! Thank you for your prompt thinking and for handling the situation so well, but why did you come back?”
“I’ve disposed of my father along with Isao kun and Gabriella san – who wasn’t so happy about it but understood that I wanted him out of the way. Bless her. I decided that I wanted a piece of the action for myself.”
Bare chested, hands on hips, Honda towered over her, eyes narrowed at her cheeky attitude. “Is that so? Don’t you think it would be wiser to wait until tonight?”
She sidestepped him and reached out for Lana; a lithe and exquisite manicured finger trailed the younger woman’s jaw line.
“No. Those sparkles of pleasure and joy in my love’s eyes tell me that now is the perfect time,” Yuki purred. “The baby is taken care of, we’ve got about an hour ahead of us, and seeing the two of you half naked, lips swollen, covered with sweat and all sorts of bruises, is just what I need.”
Yuki’s silky voice was warm chocolate covering Lana’s skin, and she melted under her touch with a soft moan.
“I’m all in favor of it… Goshujin sama, why not finish what got interrupted abruptly? No need for you to end up frustrated when the two of us are only too happy to oblige…”
Yuki took her in her arms before catching her mouth in a voluptuous kiss. “That’s the spirit, neko chan… and if he has truly better things to do elsewhere, I don’t, and we will trail behind for a while…”
Challenged, Honda grabbed Yuki, molding his large frame against her supple back. A brusque and proprietary gesture pulled her black knee-length skirt up her hips.
“I thought you had a dinner to prepare,” he growled before biting her earlobe and sliding three fingers inside her panties to rub her clit.
Yuki moaned and arched in his arms to increase the delicious friction. Lana followed their husband’s example and inserted her warm and agile tongue in her other ear, while her fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse to reach her breasts.
“Ah… yes… well, I’ll fix something simple later… I’ve got my priorities straight… and they include fulfilling my marital duty...” she managed to reply before catching her husband’s lips for a long and sloppy kiss that he returned with barely suppressed hunger.
Arousal shot through Lana’s core as her voyeur kink lit up. She dipped two fingers in her mistress’ pussy and reached around to grab her master’s hardening cock. Whether or not they would take care of her didn’t matter; watching them get lost in the throes of red hot passion would be enough. The combined dedication of her spouses brought Yuki to a quick and shattering release.
Honda released Yuki’s mouth and lightly squeezed her throat.
“My apologies, but I am not done with her. It has been too long…” He graced his second companion with a searing look.
Yuki gave him a voracious smile and licked his lips. “Oh please, go ahead, I understand the frustration and I have plenty of other ideas on my side. Why don’t I sit over here, like this…”
Her skirt up her hips, she pushed herself up on the same table they had hidden under and spread her legs wide open. The last buttons of her blouse revealed delicate black lace enhancing her perfect breasts. Untied, her silky hair cascaded on her shoulders, a stark contrast against the creamy white of her top.
“I’m sure we can find some arrangement that would be… mutually beneficial, goshujin sama?”
Stunning, sophisticated Eros made flesh, Yuki was daunting compared to them, with their unkempt and tousled looks; the vision of a queen about to be honored by graceless peasants flashed in Lana’s mind. Her drenched semi-transparent panties added to the mouth-watering picture.
Lana and Honda traded a knowing glare, and she dared throw him a smug and victorious smile. This was going to be her treat. A not-so-kind one-knuckle punch between her shoulder blades nudged her to bend forward.
“Well, get to it, little mudansha. You know what to do… but brace yourself, I will not be gentle on my end.”
Piercing him with a burning glance from over her shoulder, Lana licked her lips in anticipation. “Please,” she groaned. “I’ve been waiting for this for… forever now.”
Her master grabbed her wrists with one hand and pulled her arms backward in a difficult position that left her helpless. It hurt more than just a little.
“You know the word,” he growled in her ear, bringing her trousers down and rubbing her pussy. “Do not hesitate to say it right away if this gets too hard to handle, because I might turn a little too... enthusiast today. Yuki san, do not apply too much pressure, understood? Allow her to move.”
“Hm yes, of course, goshujin sama,” Yuki purred. She got rid of her ruined panties and cupped her wife’s cheek to bring her to her wet core. Her perfectly well trimmed bush glistened in the harsh afternoon light, and her thighs shone with perspiration and come.
“Come here, my love, show me again that little trick of yours… It still makes me burn.”
As often when she found herself in such a delicious configuration, Lana was tempted to close her eyes, and merely let herself swept away. But her masters asked more of her; they required service, not subservient passivity.
Gaze locked with her wife’s, her tongue slowly made her way up, from her puckered hole to her jutting clit, collecting her sweet and fragrant nectar. Yuki threw her head back against the garden window and pressed her wife’s face against her pussy.
“Ah yes, like this! Yes! Eat me, fast, faster now, I want that wicked tongue of yours moving deep inside me!”
Intoxicated by the flowing juices that gushed on her mouth and chin, Lana lapped the soft folds with earnest passion, digging as deep as she could reach, almost forgetting her painful position. But Honda’s brutal invasion reminded her of her other obligations, and her yelp mingled with her wife’s in the small, stuffy room.
“Ah! Oh goshujin sama, please...!” Eyes already rolling back, she hissed at the overpowering stretching sensation.
“Silence now, concentrate on your task! Worship her, serve her, make her come long and hard. What I am doing to you should not be so distracting, or is it?” Honda taunted her with a low chuckle. Buried to the hilt, his shaft brushed all the right spots inside her. Sparkles ran all along her spine as he expertly grazed her inner walls, wringing out blissful whimpers from her.
He bent down to bite Lana’s shoulder. Before straightening up, he gave his wife’s pussy a quick lick, moving along Lana’s tongue. Both women sighed while he groaned in satisfaction as Yuki quivered under the combined attack.
“Yuki san… I will never tire of your taste… you make me drunk and lose my mind… But now...” Thick fingers dug deep in Lana’s hip, promising many bruises for the following days.
Medium levels of pain shoot from everywhere in her body, as muscles already pushed far by their extensive training session strained even further. But she would keep going until her spouses found their release.
It’s been too long!
Honda’s pounding was merciless, almost vicious, and he jerked her like a rag doll. When his thick thumb pushed its way inside her smaller hole, her mind blanked out and she gave up her efforts on Yuki’s pussy. But her mistress seemed content enough to watch her endure their husband’s relentless ministrations.
“Oh yes! Harder! Right here, yes!” Lana’s moans and cries resonated in the tiny space as waves of pleasure wracked her and assaulted her body.
Yuki slid down the desk and kneeled down, scrutinizing every single twitch and grimace flashing on Lana’s flushed face. Rivulets of perspiration flew down to her chin before splattering on the floor. With a purr of anticipation, Yuki kneaded the generous breasts of her sub and began to suckle them greedily in turn, moving in rhythm with Honda’s hammering.
“I’m… oh… I’m cumming… oh my goodness… I’m… please…” Lana hissed, out of breath, surfing on a climax that seemed endless.
“Lana… wait for me… wait… yes… now!” Honda roared, burying himself again inside her. His balls slapped against her, and his shout of release combined with the warm feeling of his cum filling her brought her to her own heights.
Her legs finally gave out, but Yuki caught her head and laid it to rest on her lap with soothing whispers. Their husband released Lana from his iron grip and fell on his knees behind her. He licked her spine from her cheeks up until her neck before cradling her against his chest. Lana sighed in contentment.
Mine… you’re both mine… The words chanted in her head in loops.
“Mine… you are both mine…” Honda’s breath brushed her damp skin.
Shocked, Lana twisted her neck to look at him. “Did you say something?”
Honda frowned. “What do you mean? I only said…”
“Mine… you are both mine…” Yuki interrupted, wonder in her voice. Her two companions stared at her, dumbfounded, as realization dawned on the trio. “You said it just as I was thinking those very same words.”
Lana tensed and gulped, awe and fright sending her heart in a frenzy. Memories of their fateful night flooded her mind; with a whimper, bile rising, she squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her spouses’ hands.
Honda’s grip tightened around her waist and his lips pressed softly under her ear.
“Shhhh… calm down... there is no reason to be afraid. This is most extraordinary, but we should not be surprised by this kind of… incident. Remember: this, the three of us, what we share, the vows we exchanged, it’s what defeated them. I am not surprised at all that other abilities are roused when we are together and our passion surges. We have witnessed even more astonishing things in the past.”
Another warm hand cupped Lana’s jaw and soft lips landed a delicate kiss on hers.
“For all that it’s worth, I’m humbled and honored to also feel this, to share it with the two of you. I can’t even begin to imagine what you went through, all those years, all those months, confronting this… this side of reality.” Yuki lowered her eyes and bit her lip. “Maybe it’s a good a time as any for me to confess something,” she hesitated, then locked eyes with her wife. “Lana san, sweetling… ever since we were married that night, I can see your scars.”
“What?” Lana exclaimed, reeling with shock.
“Yes… There was no time back then to talk about this. And then you were lying in that hospital bed and it’s not that they disappeared, but I stopped noticing them. They don’t matter to me, you see? They matter only because of the pain and suffering they represent, but as far as you are concerned, your beauty, your identity, what you are and what I love in you… they’re not here. So, I kept this for myself. I didn’t want to make you feel self-conscious, even less drag the both of you back to that day.”
Eyes shining with unshed tears, Lana kissed her hard. “It’s fine, it’s all right. I’m so relieved you’re not disgusted by them. I’m actually glad that you see me for what I am now, without any concealer.”
“You mean, an incredible, courageous, desirable, loving woman?” Yuki chided with a huge smile.
“You forgot stubborn, fiery and strong,” Honda grumbled from behind, before kissing Lana’s neck and the scars running on her right arm. “I have also stopped seeing them, Lana san. Not that I don’t wish to remember or overlook your ordeal. But because I choose to see that night as the time we were set free and became who we are today. The three of us.”
Lana sighed and lowered her head, squeezing hard her spouses’ hands. “I’ve missed you… no, I’ve missed us, like this, together.”
Honda and Yuki laughed, before kissing and nibbling her neck, head and shoulders.
“We’ve missed you terribly, love. Now, the only hurdle is to find more time for the three of us, if possible when none of us lacks sleep, and when we don’t have to worry about Isao kun…”
““This is why we have separate bedrooms, Yuki san. It is high time he began to sleep for a full night, in any case.”
“I am all in favor of that…” Lana whispered, leaning against his broad chest. “Hm… may I make some… suggestions for next time?”
“You may,” Honda growled in her ear, his hand finding again her core that still twitched despite the harsh pounding he had put her through. Her train of thoughts derailed for a brief instant when his thumb circled her clit.
“Ah… thank you… well… I couldn’t help but notice that… oh goshujin sama… let me continue please, you’re such an awful tease…” Yuki chuckled and began to suck hard her left nipple. “Oh, come on, you’re not helping at all, ah!”
“Tell us what you have in mind, little mudansha. Have you forgotten everything I taught you? You should learn to focus more,” her husband rasped, slick fingers moving to her puckered hole, massaging it, his hardening shaft sliding along her crack.
“Oh heavens, yes, here… uh…” Blindly, she groped for his erection and brought it in line with her back entrance. “We never did it the three of us together yet… oh, this is not fair… please… stop teasing me, please push in, yes! Hm, could we try… some rope game next time?”
The smile on Yuki’s face turned hungry; eyes flashing with a passionate glint, she grabbed Lana’s head with both hands before giving her the longest and hardest kiss she had ever offered her.
“Yes… yes we will, it will be exquisite… Goshujin sama is a talented master, and I can’t wait to be tied up next to you… If you agree, of course?” she asked their husband, eyebrow quirked, and a little out of breath. Lana couldn’t see his face, but the fact that he turned marble-hard in her hand told her everything she needed to know.
“I would be honored by such humbling trust, my beloved ones.” And with those words, he thrust into Lana’s ass. Eyes rolling back in ecstasy and arching against him, she cried out at his welcome invasion, his possessive grip and passionate desire.
Yuki’s fingers found her pussy and her teeth her other nipple. In a blink, Lana lost her grip on her surroundings. She let herself swept away in sweet, helpless abandon, giving herself without restraint, taking all that her partners offered her, as the trio shared their minds, bodies and souls with more than a little hint of delighted revenge.
20 - Setting the Record Straight
“The layout of this airport is the worst,” Lana grumbled as her small party made their way through the early afternoon crowds mulling around Terminal 1 of Narita International Airport. “Where is the access to the fifth floor anyway?”
“With the stroller, we need to take the elevator, so we have to go to the central building over there,” Yuki pointed out.
“Lana san, we are on time, there is no need to rush,” Honda called out from behind her with a soft voice.
“I’m not rushing! I just want this to be…” over as soon as possible and on the way back home. She sighed and slowed down, before facing her two companions; both looked at her with indulgent patience. “My apologies. You know what? It’s best if I take Isao in the baby carrier. All those careless people with their luggage and backpacks thrown around, right next to his head… they stress me out.”
Honda took Isao from the stroller while Yuki helped Lana put on the straps of the black and yellow contraption. It was her favorite way to walk around with her boy. She enjoyed the comforting feeling of his small body against her, not to mention his head being at the perfect height to shower him with light kisses. Given how quick he fell asleep whenever they went for a walk like this, he sure had to feel the same way.
“Come to Mamma, my little ducky,” Lana told Isao in Italian. “You’ll see everything much better from here anyway. Look at that, so many people, right? So much noise, too!”
Isao didn’t complain or whine. Eyes wide open, he was taking everything in as was his habit. He was always curious and interested in his surroundings, and he wasn’t intimidated by unfamiliar environments either.
“So, have you made up your mind, Lana san? Shall we introduce ourselves right away, or do you want to talk with your father first?”
Lana made a face. “I think it’s best I talk with him first, goshujin sama. Please sit at another table, if you don’t mind. I’ll bring him over when… when the time is right. I am sorry, I know it’s rude.”
“Handle it the way you prefer. By far, this is no usual situation, and it is best to proceed step by step.”
“Thank you for your understanding and presence. Coming here on my own would have been impossible.”
Yuki rubbed her lower back discreetly. “Shush, of course you would have done it. But with us here, you can relax.”
Lana looked at her spouses and gave them a grateful smile. “All right, next stop, the fifth floor. Let’s get this party on the way!”
As the elevator brought them to their destination, Lana did her best to regulate her breath and calm down her flailing nerves. She hadn’t seen her father face-to-face for over six years now, ever since she had left Montreal when she had been transferred to the Hong Kong office of M&F. Even when they had lived in the same town, a lack of interest combined to incompatible schedules hadn’t created many opportunities to chat. A part of her cringed at a harsh reality: when it came to being workaholics, they were cut from the same cloth. Avoidance, avoidance...
Their relationship could be described as polite, at best. More fitting for distant uncle and niece than father and daughter. She didn’t wish for more, especially with what she had figured out about her mother in Nikko. He had left her with that abusing bitch in the first place. It had been already hard to let that go twenty years before, but now…
Isao’s small and adorable yawn brought a smile to her blank face. Time to see if some people deserved second chances or not.
