Temper: Deliverance (+18)

Chapter 2 - A Different Kind of Toy

"Yuki sama... You're too good to me..." Eyes shut, Lana basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Nonsense neko chan, I can never be too good. I can only try to show you again and again how... crazy you make me," Yuki chided before licking the sensitive and damp skin under Lana's ear, lips moist with her lover's nectar. "And this was only a just reward for the incredible, wonderful lasagna you prepared today. I... almost came at the first bite."

"Oh, almost? Then it wasn't good enough. I should have put more of my secret spice. Turning food into actual porn for you is my new mission in life..." With a low, happy chuckle, Lana buried her face in her companion's neck. The soft contact of Yuki's hand on her distended belly, drawing slow and loving circles, made her purr with satisfaction.

A single but powerful kick under her rib jolted them from their delicious stupor. "Oh! That was a strong one!" Lana covered Yuki's hand with her own. Her partner moved down under the covers to place her face over the bump marking the presence of a tiny feet.

"Little soybean, hello! You're awake! Are you practicing your soccer moves?"

"Rather, karate kicks..." Lana grimaced and moved on her side; it was getting increasingly uncomfortable to lay on her back, and she needed extra cushions supporting her to feel at ease. Her hand went through Yuki's long and rich hair, and she admired how her own dark honey locks created a sharp contrast with her lover's.

"Don't fall asleep yet, sweetling. I'd like to propose something new... It's a bit special, so if it feels awkward, tell me right away."

Lana smirked at her companion. "Oh, you got my attention! Show it to me, please. You know I've got a pretty open mind." The two women chuckled, and Yuki got up to fetch a package wrapped in white silk paper from her top drawer.

The rush of cold air created by her move had Lana bury herself under the warm covers to chase away unwelcome chills. Yuki didn't heat her room, and it had to be maximum 12°C outside their bed. Better than the 8°C back at my former place, but still... Look at her, not even batting an eye...

"Now, this... I've got to say... It comes a bit out of nowhere," Yuki began while coming back to her futon. "I was in Asakura this afternoon, and walked through one the old shotengai they have there, one of the oldest streets packed with traditional craft shops. There are also a few people selling fruits and flowers."

She unwrapped the package, and Lana's eyes shot wide open. A red, non-human face with an extra long nose, and a smile full of sharp and black teeth appeared.

"Is this a Tengu mask?"

"Oh you know your folklore!" Yuki exclaimed.

"Ah, yes... Tengu are among the few well-known Japanese lore figures overseas... a sort of yokai, but actually revered like a god, right?" Lana stared at the mask, not daring to glance up at her companion; she would pick up something was off. Now wasn't the right time to confess why her knowledge about the dwellers of the Japanese otherworld had expanded so much over the past months.

Lana's fingers traced the contours of the mask. A mix of unease, fright, but also dark attraction for the oddly shaped face filled her. Made of wood, not plastic, and covered with dry red lacquer, it was authentic. Clearly not another made-in-China cheap toy. The face was ugly but fascinating.

A mouth pulled into a grimace that was part threat, part knowing smirk; in the low light of the room, its golden eyes, topped by thick, frowning eyebrows, stared right at her, expectant. And of course, its signature feature: an incredibly long and thick nose, jutting straight ahead, with the tip pointing upward. No wonder you've got fertility festivals showcasing public sex rituals that feature this guy...