Temper: Deliverance: Book Three of the TEMPER Saga, page 24
Silence filled the room when she was done. They remained standing, heads low, as they came to terms with their emotions and the incredible bond they shared. Lana stared in wonder at the three rings on their hands holding each other; for a while, she managed to look past the white and pink spiderwebs engraved in her skin, running up her arms and under her dress.
His cursed mark. The reminder of her evil actions.
“What can I add to this?” Yuki finally whispered, drying her own tears; then her lips pulled up in a mischievous grin. “Anything I’d say would be meaningless, so I think it’s time to kiss the bride.” She cupped Lana’s face with both hands and pulled her closer.
Lana moaned and molded herself against her wife’s slender body; their lips and tongues met and quickly, their loving kiss turned hot and passionate. Eyes closed, dizzy with passion and climbing desire, Lana heard Honda’s low chuckle and then a shuffle of clothes; a few moments later, his naked chest brushed her back.
His warm fingers trailed her neck, shoulders and spine, first taking out each hair pin holding her bun in place, and then aiming at the zipper of her dress. She let him take it off, busy as she was grabbing Yuki’s neck with one hand and clasping her waist with the other. In a blink, she was naked, except for her black bra; her breasts cupped by delicate lace brushed against Yuki in slow undulations. There was a problem, though.
Slightly out of breath, Lana broke off her kiss and threw a pointed glance at her husband. “Yuki sama is wearing way too much. Don’t you want to help her out of this, too?”
The intense look Honda offered Yuki as well as the feeling of his warm hand caressing her lower back and ass made Lana’s pussy tingle.
“No. I intend to offer our wife all my devotion as she is. Wrapped in luxurious and decadent silk as smooth as her skin, her rich and beautiful hair held in place. Heartbreaking in her perfect beauty.” Eyes moist, Yuki bit her bottom lip and reached out to caress their husband’s cheek.
“Oh, I see. Shall we worship our queen together, then?” Lana said, grabbing his wandering hand and bringing it in the narrow space between her body and Yuki’s.
“Queen? I think you mean goddess, little mudansha,” he chided her. “This is what your mistress is, and no effort should be spared to please her and do her bidding.”
“Goshujin sama…” Yuki chastised him with a smile, a faint blush painting her cheeks.
Honda seized Lana’s neck and jaw before kissing her rough and hard from behind. Lana arched her back to give him better access, and the silk of Yuki’s dress brushed her clit in the most alluring way.
“Take care of her now. She wants you above anything else tonight. Don’t mind me. You have already given me so much today,” he breathed against Lana’s lips before releasing her.
Right then, Yuki's body language shifted. Her posture was always impeccable but to Lana's eyes, she seemed suddenly to stand even taller and straighter. From soft, filled with love and warm indulgence for their antics, her eyes shone now with a sharper, more commanding light. Not only toward Lana, but to Honda as well. There was no doubt where the power resided now.
“Kneel,” she instructed.
A nonchalant finger painted in deep burgundy pointed at the carpet, before she turned away to approach the king-size bed with slow, measured steps. Her velvet voice had a hint of steel that sent wholesome shivers up Lana’s spine, and they hastened to obey her.
Yuki wasn’t a submissive by nature, or by choice like Lana. Out of duty, through and through, she bowed to her husband because of the strict social norms that constricted them, her even more harshly. There was no doubt in Lana’s mind that Honda calling her a goddess was more than a figure of speech. He recognized that Yuki’s inner strength ran deeper than his and that he was humbled by her bending her neck nevertheless.
After bringing a bottle of champagne to one of the nightstands, Yuki climbed on the bed and took her time adjusting pillows and her dress, getting comfortable. Sitting side by side at the foot of the bed, her two spouses observed her every move, bodies humming with desire and the need to refrain themselves until she was ready to order them around.
A goddess indeed. Compassionate. Forgiving. Fearsome. Steadfast. Rousing awe in those who cherished her.
While Lana could only hope to become as strong and resilient as her husband, and while she embraced the incredible way they transformed physical and emotional pain into wholesome, healing pleasure, she would never attain the grace her wife nurtured and displayed. This was something grown out of love and care received in childhood.
It’s too late for me. That black hole I carry, crippling me, will never be filled. It’s just like my scars. It can shrink but will never disappear. I can only bask in her light but I will never be able to create some myself.
“Sweetling, come to me,” Yuki purred. The same gracious finger beckoned Lana, who jumped on her feet. “On all fours now, take care of my breasts, but raise that lovely bottom of yours. I want to play with your warm folds.”
Lana complied; with barely restrained delight, she pushed down enough clothes to reveal Yuki’s beautiful breasts topped by long, brown and taut nipples. She zoomed in on the right one and began to nibble and suckle it. When two fingers grazed her pussy and then pushed inside, she groaned, finding extra motivation.
“Oh my, you are wet indeed, but let me taste this…” Yuki licked her fingers and hummed. “Ah, Naruhito san, I understand now why it took you so long to bring her here,” she said with a chuckle. “Now, make yourself useful. You wanted to spare no efforts, didn’t you? Then put that excellent tongue of yours to work.”
“As you wish,” Honda replied, voice low and deferent. He crawled onto the bed, and Yuki pulled up her legs. He carefully pushed up her dress before halting midway, unable to hide a frown of surprise. “Oh. When did you–?”
A hand gripping his hair hard and pressing his head down turned him silent.
“You are forgetting yourself, husband,” Yuki stated. “If you want to take any pleasure tonight and not go through hours of frustration, I recommend you keep quiet and do what I say.”
Honda bowed his head even lower. “At once, please forgive my insolence.” He finished pushing up her dress, and Lana could see what had made him slip. Yuki didn’t wear any underwear either.
A sly smile tugged at Yuki’s lips, and she swept two fingers along Lana’s jaw to make her look at her. “Well, I must have misplaced them. Gabriella san did need some extra help to relax. Given her glow when she walked down the aisle, I must have done a good job.”
Lana gawked at her wife; a blush painted her cheek and she had to bite her lip hard to refrain from making a lewd comment or dissolving in a burst of nervous giggles. From his muffled chuckle coming from between Yuki’s legs, their husband was also hard pressed to remain stoic.
“Hm, yes, Naruhito san, right there. Faster, now,” Yuki instructed with a long sigh, pressing his head hard and pushing up her hips. Her smile widened, and she winked at Lana, obviously enjoying her shameless teasing. “I make it my mission that Gabriella san’s talents don’t get completely wasted despite her commitment to her wonderful husband,” she added in a hushed whisper while rubbing Lana’s clit softly.
This time, Lana couldn’t help it; she released Yuki’s nipple with a loud groan, a mix of arousal and indignation.
“Oku sama, this… this is so scandalous! It’s her wed– wedding!” she stuttered. “And– Dio mio yes! Please! More of this! And just when we… we stee– steered otoh sama away from her!”
“Why,” Yuki purred darkly, something dangerous lighting her eye; a third finger joined two others inside Lana, ripping a moan from her throat. “Did you actually think my father was the only cunning Nakazawa of our clan?”
This time, a loud laugh escaped Honda. He briefly looked up from his task at hand and offered his wives the rare sight of a large smile.
“Lana san, by now, you should know where Yuki sama’s talent for scheming comes from.”
Biting her bottom lip, Yuki smacked the top of Honda’s head. “Hush now! Stop talking and make me come!”
Her husband gave her a smoldering look and dove in her flowing pussy again with a vengeance. It didn’t take long for Yuki to start trembling, and she pressed Lana’s neck to hold her fast against her breasts.
“Oh yes! Right there, yes! Ah! Oh, your fingers, yes, Naruhito, please!” A loud cry passed her lips and her back arched under the hands of her spouses.
She crashed down on the bed, but before her partners could react, she sat up and forced Honda to straighten up by cradling his face. Then her tongue invaded his mouth, licking his lips and face, cleaning her own juices off him, while her fist pumped him fast. He growled but went limp as she had her way with him.
Right before he reached his release, she stopped and pushed him back. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Lana’s heart skipped a beat at the glorious sight of him, loving his tousled hair, his flushed and glistening skin where she longed to leave scratches, and how muscles rippled and tensed as he struggled to keep himself in check.
“No, you don’t get to come yet,” Yuki panted, her mouth brushing his. “Sit in seiza and help me with her.” She turned to Lana. “Come here sweetling, recline against his chest, hold yourself to him and thrust your hips upward. Naruhito san, grab her thighs, spread them and hold her firmly in place against you. Yes, like this. Beautiful! I’m almost of a mind to take a picture,” she said with a wicked grin. “Now let me open this bottle of champagne…”
Lana’s eyes shot wide; she squirmed and moaned in anticipation. Honda’s hard cock twitching and brushing her ass crack added to the swirl of sensations shooting from her core.
“Ah yes, it’s my turn to enjoy how your juices enhance this delicious beverage.” Yuki poured herself a flute. “Naruhito loves you dipped in chocolate sauce, but I want my head to spin even faster than usual when I plunge inside you today. But don’t you wriggle away while I do. So...” she whispered as she towered above her wife, glass of champagne in one hand, and a hollow dildo in the other. “Show me what he’s taught you. Show me strength. You’re going to stay like this, quiet and controlled while I sip my drink from you. Let’s not spill any of this, I don’t want to call room service, understood?”
“Y– yes, oku sama,” Lana breathed, body shaking and covered in sweat.
Attempting to regulate her breathing and hypnotized by Yuki’s slow gestures, Lana watched as her wife brought the flute near her and opened her folds with the carved-out dildo. A long hiss escaped her, quickly turning into a muffled wail when the ice-cold sparkling liquid made its way inside her.
“Hush, relax now, give yourself to her,” Honda whispered in her hair. But his breath caught when a few drops spilled over, glided down and touched his tip, and a low growl resonated under her ear.
Lana closed her eyes and turned inward, barely noticing when Yuki removed the dildo. She paid attention to her own body, how her skin and nerves reacted, on his rising chest pressing on her back, on their two pairs of hands digging in her flesh – possessive, caring, craving, loving – and the feeling of his hard biceps tensing under her hands. But all of this was swept aside when Yuki’s burning tongue began to lap her sensitive lips, then plunged inside her.
Her teeth bit down her on her lip until it bled, and her thighs began to shake violently. Her nails carved bloody trails on Honda’s arms as she attempted to stay in place. He tightened his embrace, and encouraged her to remain still with a soft, low humming sound. Her temples turned wet and sparks blazed behind her eyelids, but she pushed back down the growing, irrepressible need to cry out and let go. The room was utterly silent but for her whimpers and the sound of Yuki’s delighted feasting.
“Hm, this was divine, amore mio,” Yuki finally said and smacked her lips. She reached for Lana’s neck to offer her a deep and long kiss where Lana could taste herself along with the lingering, slightly acidic fragrance of the champagne. Then Yuki got herself a refill and offered a similar kiss to Honda who groaned and dug his fingers in Lana’s thighs even harder.
Then Yuki locked gazes with her wife and swept two fingers along their husband’s shaft to collect his precum before rubbing it on Lana’s clit, eliciting a loud gasp.
“You may come now,” she smiled.
Triggered by her touch and words, Lana’s climax shattered her. Her body shook from head to toe as if in a seizure, but Honda's powerful arms kept her in place. Still, except for a strangled sob, no sound passed her lips as she offered Yuki yet another proof of her desire to please her and meet her demands. Another long, loving kiss made her sigh with contentment, and she rose a shaky hand to caress her wife’s silky raven hair.
“Thank you, Yuki sama,” she said in a hushed whisper.
“No, thank you, sweetling. Tell me now, what kind of deliverance should we offer Naruhito? I don’t think he’ll be able to hold off much longer,” Yuki grinned with sparkles in her eyes. “You may let her go,” she told their husband who complied right away with a soft grunt.
Lana twisted on herself to face him.
“Indeed, I am close, very close. Your skills are exquisite, my lady,” he uttered.
“My torture skills, you mean?” Yuki said with a low chuckle before giving a soft but clear push to his shoulder. He fell easily on his back, offering no resistance. For the second time today, one of his wives climbed on him to lead the action. Absent was the sense of urgency, of need that had driven Lana in the elevator, however. The dynamics were entirely different as Yuki was in complete control of the situation.
“Oh, we should have brought our favorite mask with us,” Yuki mused aloud while she rocked her hips softly on his pelvis. Her dress draped his lower body, but Lana didn’t need to see to guess what was going on under the purple silk. The look of strained, almost painful, concentration on his face was telling enough. “This would have been a perfect opportunity. Anyway, we’ll do it the classical way.”
To Lana’s surprise, Yuki got off Honda and sat at his side, ripping yet another frustrated groan from him. His erection jutted against his stomach, long and stiff, leaking with precum.
“Are you hungry, sweetling? Shall we share a delicious snack together?”
The two women looked at each other over the sprawled form of their husband and shared a sly grin. Lana licked her lips and purred with pleasure.
“I thought you’d never ask, oku sama,” she said, reaching out for his straining hard-on.
Their mouths brushed and met around his shaft, in a frenzy of teeth grazing sensitive skin, sucking lips and twirling tongues. But still, Yuki gripped his base with an iron fist. All attempts at control fled him, and words spilled out of his mouth that Lana never thought she’d heard from him.
“Oh, you two! Please! Stop this teasing, I’m begging you! I need–” he rasped, and pushed himself on his elbow, hand flying to Lana’s head. But Yuki swatted it away.
“Don’t touch her! Or we stop everything right now.”
Honda growled and lay back again, face buried in his hands. A couple more licks and Yuki removed her hand.
With a roar that sounded suspiciously like a broken sob, Honda came in long, hot streams that painted his stomach and his wives’ faces. They licked their fingers and cleaned themselves with a hand towel then lay on each side of him, hands and mouths sliding all over his trembling body, whispering words of comfort and affection to their exhausted husband.
Head resting on his left shoulder and fingers tracing patterns on his perspiring chest, Lana could see his quick heartbeat pulse in his neck.
“This was extraordinary, thank you so much, both of you,” she said. She raised her head to look at her companions who were nearly asleep. “Oh, I’ve got a surprise of my own to share. The timing couldn’t be better.” Yuki quirked an eyebrow. “I’ll give you all details tomorrow, but please book the week of November 3 and grab your suitcases. No need to pack a lot, a couple of swimsuits will be enough.”
Yuki gave her a large smile, and Honda threw her a puzzled look. “Really? You actually did it?”
“Yes, I did! Bali, here we come!”
25 - Face to Face
The day picked for celebrating Isao’s second birthday was a sunny Saturday, at the end of January. The dramatic events that had marked his birth were still too fresh to mark it on the exact day. The year before, they had foregone any joyful celebrations and given priority to the ceremony honoring Natsuko’s death. This time, the whole family wanted to do something memorable.
Snow had fallen hard the night before, but now a clear, blue sky covered Tokyo. The bright light and Isao’s pure delight at the snow covering the garden added to the general sense of happiness and satisfaction that permeated the air inside the Honda home.
Lana, Yuki and Gabriella had worked hard from early that morning to prepare a wide choice of Japanese and Italian foods that were now almost ready to be served. Hiromi and Nakazawa had arrived shortly before noon, and Honda’s younger sister, Akiko, was expected to arrive anytime now.
“It’s almost time to take the pizza out the oven,” Gabriella pointed out.
“I’ll take care of that,” Lana said, “but could you please grab a couple of more drinks, and maybe this plate of maki rolls?”
“Yes, and let’s not forget the two bottles of champagne I brought.”
“Champagne? Cara mia, this is a child’s birthday party and it’s lunch time!”
Gabriella threw her friend a smirk. “And what about that shodan test of yours, girl? You nailed it with flying colors and we haven’t found time to celebrate yet!”
