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Thumbnail art by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/catniped/, used with permission.","writing":"It was a warm, calm spring evening when the woman showed up, the sort of long gentle evening that feels like a balm against winters recent scars. It had been a long and hungry winter for Yagame Hazuki and Kimiko, and the arrival of spring had been greeted with much relief. Now that the snow had melted and the crops begun to flourish, the yearly cycle of feast and famine had begun to go their way again. \n\nThe cats were rich with food at the moment, but starved for company, as the pair rarely made it into the village and travelers by their fields were few and far between. As such, it was with great excitement that they greeted the sight of a young fox approaching up the road by the fields, easily visible from the window of the cottage where Kimiko was making rice cakes. \n\nShe immediately rushed out to the field when she saw this, calling Hazuki's name. He came over to the edge of the field to meet her, and she said, \"Darling, a traveler is coming up the road! \"\n\nHazuki looked at her and nodded, beaming; her enthusiasm was infectious. \"Do you think they'll stay the night?'' he asked, his tone hopeful since they had enough food to be hospitable hosts. \n\n\"I'm sure she will,'' Kimiko said firmly. \"Come, meet her with me.'' \n\nHazuki nodded, feeling confident that this traveler would be staying with them. He knew well how his wife could be when she got something in her head, and how hard it was to dissuade her. Even if the traveler was planning to continue on, odds were very good that she would end up yielding to Kimiko's requests. \n\nThe woman arrived some ten minutes later, walking up to the door of the cottage and knocking. Opening the door, Hazuki saw a beautiful young woman, perhaps twenty years old. She was a fox with red fur, that complimented with the rich crimson and gold tones of her kimono, an uncommonly fine kimono for traveling. She was carrying a simple leather pack, and nothing else. It seemed not enough to carry traveling supplies for very far, though they didn't recognize her at all. \n\n\"Hello,'' she said, her voice sounding distraught. \"I don't mean to bother you, but...do you know the way to Tsurui? I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere.'' \n\nHazuki and Kimiko looked at each other for a moment, sharing the sort of silent conversation that two people who have known each other intimately for a long time sometimes do. Tsurui was a goodly ways back the direction the woman had come from. Whatever wrong turn she had taken, it must have been a severe one. \n\nIt was Kimiko that spoke up. \"Tsurui is the other way, some two days' walk,'' she said. \n\nThe woman seemed to deflate. \"Oh,'' she said. \"I'd best get moving, then.'' \n\n\"Wait a moment,'' Kimiko said as the woman turned to leave. \"That's a long way, and you must be tired. Why not stay the night with us first? It won't slow you down so very much, and we can show you how to get to Tsurui.''\n\nThe woman hesitated. \"If you're sure its not too much trouble,'' she said. \n\nKimiko nodded, firmly. \"Not at all,'' she said. \"We have more than enough to put you up for the night if you don't mind a mat on the floor to sleep on.'' \n\nThe woman hesitated again and then nodded, gratitude plain to see on her face. \"Thank you kindly,'' she said, \"your hospitality is greatly appreciated. Might I come in and wash up? It has been a long trip already.'' \n\n\"Of course,'' Kimiko said. \"I am Kimiko and this is my husband Yagame Hazuki.'' \n\n\"My name is Adraya Ona,'' the woman said, nodding at each of them almost deeply enough to call it a bow. \"Thank you so much for the gift of your hospitality. I confess, the notion of a night on the road is more than enough to make me glad for a mat on the floor and a roof over my head.''\n\n\"And I don't blame you,'' Kimiko said with a laugh. \"Please, come inside. My husband has work to do in the fields, but you can help me with dinner and we can talk about things he would have no interest in.'' She smiled broadly at him as she said this, and he laughed; clearly this was an old joke between them.\n\nAdraya smiled, a wide smile that seemed to show too many teeth. \"Dinner would be most appreciated,'' she said.\n\n\n\nAdraya accompanied Kimiko into the cottage, and into the small kitchen where she was working on preparing dinner. The plan before Adraya's arrival had been for the rice cakes to be served plain, but with guests in the house and food in the larder, Kimiko wouldn't hear of such a simple meal. \"It's no trouble,'' she said as she selected a feral chicken out of the coop and carried the unlucky bird outside to be slaughtered. \"Really, it's the least we can do for a guest.''\n\n\"If you're certain it's not a burden,'' Adraya replied, watching the chicken with an odd look to her eyes.\n\n\"Not at all, and that's that,'' Kimiko said firmly. \"I don't suppose you can wring a chicken's neck? My mother could do it as simply as that, but I never had the knack for it - I have to use a knife.''\n\nAdraya smiled. \"It's the least I can do for my hostess,'' she said, reaching out and taking the struggling, squawking bird from Kimiko. She gripped it by the neck, staring at it with that same odd expression and her mouth slightly open, and after a moment handed it back, still and silent.\n\n\"Thank you kindly,'' Kimiko said when the deed was done, taking the bird back. \"Now! Let's go inside and I can slice this up with some vegetables from the garden. I'm sure it's not as fine as you're used to, but it's all the same once you fry it up, no?''\n\nAdraya smiled widely at this. \"Yes,'' she said. ``Yes, it is.''\n\n\n\nBack in the kitchen, Adraya was quick to pitch in, rolling up the sleeves of her kimono and diving in to help butcher the chicken and slice vegetables to fry it with. Kimiko tried to talk her out of it, but Adraya insisted that it was the least she could do to help her hostess with preparing dinner, and that it would be her great honor to be permitted to assist in Kimiko's kitchen. Thus phrased Kimiko had no choice but to accept, and in truth she was grateful enough to have help for once that she didn't mind accepting once she had an excuse.\n\nAnd really, Adraya wasn't unpleasant company. She was quick, witty, and charming, with a sharp sense of humor that didn't quite cross the line into mean. She was, as Kimiko learned, from the capital, born and raised in a merchant family of means if not noble lineage. She was out in the hinterlands because her husband's mother, an elderly woman who had never been in the best of health, was dying. Her husband had been by his mother's side for weeks now, but he had sent for her, and she could only assume it meant the worst.\n\nAt first, of course, she had had a feral horse, as befitted a child of a wealthy family out traveling. But it had run off in the forest some two days prior, leaving her stranded without her map, her mount, or much of her packs.\n\nKimiko was not sure how much of this story to believe; it sounded almost too convenient. But it would explain much of Adraya's appearance, and if she was handier in a kitchen than one would expect, well, she was a merchant's daughter and not a noble's. Even a wealthy merchant expected her children to learn practical things, after all, if only to check the servants' work.\n\nAnd besides, if it was true, it would be horribly impolite to question it. Actually, it would be horribly impolite either way, but Kimiko wasn't that concerned with being polite to liars.\n\nOnce Adraya had told her this, the pair descended into casual chatter and gossip. Adraya was full of news from the capital, and Kimiko soaked up every word. She had no idea who most of the people Adraya shared stories of were, but it hardly mattered to her; after the long winter, she was desperate to have any connection to the outside world. So she listened gladly to Adraya's tales of the capital, of the feud between the Kikuchi and Asawa merchant families, of the emperor's edicts regarding the water trade, and of the general state of the city. To Kimiko, who had never in her life been to any settlement larger than a village, these stories were so wild and fantastical that they might as well have been describing another world entirely.\n\nAdraya, in turn, listened with polite interest to Kimiko's tales of that village, of the families that made it up and the goings on of the town. There was nothing that compared to the grand happenings of the city, but then, perhaps to a girl who lived in the capital the village was just as fantastical as the reverse. In any case she certainly acted as though she were fascinated by these stories as they worked on dinner.\n\nAnd as for Adraya's help, well, Kimiko could find nothing to complain about, and that was high praise indeed from her. Adraya butchered the chicken with casual ease, gutting and cleaning the bird so smoothly that it looked as though she'd done it a thousand times and more before. She was just as handy with the knife while slicing vegetables for the stir fry, cutting them with speed and precision that left even Kimiko secretly impressed.\n\nIn fact, as they finished the preparation and began to heat the oil, Kimiko spoke up. \"You're a pleasure to have around the kitchen,'' she said. \"I wouldn't mind help like this more often, I can tell you that.''\n\nAdraya looked up from her work with such a sweet smile that Kimiko couldn't help but smile back. \"Do you really think so?'' she said, her tone almost wistful.\n\n\"Absolutely,'' Kimiko replied firmly, gripping the younger woman's shoulder with one hand. \"In fact, you might be better with a knife than I am.''\n\nAdraya giggled, the sound oddly girlish even for a woman as young as she was. \"I certainly hope so,'' she said, her tone strange.\n\n\"What does that mean?'' Kimiko asked, beginning to grow concerned. \"I don't --''\n\n\"Don't worry about it,'' Adraya interrupted, her tone sweet as honey. \"In fact, do you want to take a break while I finish the cooking myself? It won't be any trouble, I promise....''\n\nKimiko started to protest, but found herself fumbling over the words, fumbling over the thoughts the words represented. \"I don't--'' she repeated, then stopped.\n\n\"Are you all right?,'' Adraya asked, gripping Kimiko's hand on her shoulder. \"Really, you look like you could use a rest. And doesn't it get tiring having to do all the work yourself?''\n\nKimiko opened her mouth again, but didn't get even the start of a protest out this time. And after all, what Adraya was saying made sense. It did get old being the only one doing work around the house. And if she was having a hard time putting words together, then maybe she really did need a rest.\n\n\"Shh,'' Adraya said, stepping over towards the table and pulling Kimiko with her. She gently shifted the older woman around and helped her sit down. \"Shh, rest. Just...sleep....''\n\n\n\nWhen Hazuki returned from the fields, he was greeted at the door by the welcome scent of hot oil and cooking meat. \"Hai,'' he called, shrugging off his overcoat and hanging it from the peg inside the door. \"Something smells good!''\n\n\"Good!'' Kimiko called out from the kitchen. \"It's almost ready.''\n\n\"Excellent,'' he replied, kicking off his sandals and walking into the kitchen. Once there, he saw his wife standing over a skillet full of cooking food, but no sign of Adraya. \"What happened to our guest?'' he asked, his tone surprised.\n\n\"She changed her mind about staying,'' Kimiko replied. \"Her husband's mother is very ill, and Adraya is concerned that she will die any day. I gave her some rice cakes and went over the way to Tsurui with her, but I couldn't convince her to stay the night.''\n\n\"Oh,'' Hazuki said, clearly disappointed. \"Well, I cannot fault her for that. Only a true boor would be upset that she wanted to be with her husband at a time like this.''\n\n\"I told her you would understand,'' Kimiko said. \"I'm sorry, love. I know you were excited to hear about her travels.'' She brightened a moment later. \"But we had already butchered the chicken when she changed her mind, so we eat meat tonight! Clouds and silver linings, isn't that right?''\n\nHazuki nodded. \"Yes, and thank you,'' he said. \"It smells divine.''\n\n\"Your timing is perfect,'' she replied, \"it's just now finished. Let me just get the rice cakes and we can have ourselves a little feast.''\n\nKimiko suited word to deed, grabbing some bowls and filling them with food. The rice cakes were served with the stir fried vegetables and teriyaki meat, with sake to wash it down with.\n\nHazuki scooped the meat up and took a bite of it with the rice cake and vegetables, chewing slowly with his eyes closed to fully appreciate the treat. After swallowing, he opened them and smiled at his wife. \"Thank you,'' he said again. \"It tastes wonderful, and it is cooked perfectly. Excellent work as always, love.''\n\nKimiko smiled and nodded, herself chewing on a piece of the meat. \"You're far too kind,'' she said demurely, \"but thank you. And don't worry, there's plenty and more - I made extra for our guest before she left.''\n\n\"Most excellent,'' Hazuki said, chewing another piece of meat before swallowing. \"What did you do with the chicken, I wonder? It tastes very good, but I don't remember having it quite like this before.''\n\n\"Neither have I!'' Kimiko said, her tone excited. \"It's a recipe from Adraya, that her grandmother taught her in the city. The texture is very interesting, isn't it?''\n\n\"It is,'' Hazuki said, \"hardly like chicken at all. But very good. It is a shame she will not be here to cook with you more often, no?'' This last was said in a teasing tone, as Hazuki knew well that Kimiko's exacting standards made it difficult for her to cook with most people. Even her sisters had given up on helping with meals years ago, content to let Kimiko take care of the food when they came over.\n\n\"It is,'' Kimiko agreed with a chuckle. \"I am sure there are many recipes from the city that would catch us quite by surprise. Although, there is something to be said for tradition.'' She smiled at him, and Hazuki found his attention drawn to her throat as she swallowed another bite, her throat working as it slid down. \"A fine meal...it seems to call for a celebration of some kind, does it not?''\n\n\"It does,'' Hazuki said, watching as she licked her lips. He found he was sweating slightly, the sake going to his head. \"And us all alone,'' he said. \"It's enough to give a man ideas....''\n\n\"You know,'' Kimiko said, taking a last bite before pushing her bowl away. \"I think I can wait to finish my meal....'' She reached out, her fingertips stroking lightly over the back of his hand.\n\nHe smiled, turning his hand over to lightly grip her fingers. \"That sounds good to me,'' he said, rising. She stood as well, and turned to lead him to the bedroom.\n\nInside, it wasn't very long at all before Kimiko was standing naked before him. His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in each familiar curve and bend as she stretched. Her movement was slow, luxurious, and though this was hardly new ground, he found his hands shaking slightly as he undid his own clothing and dropped it to the floor beside hers.\n\nShe took his hand and pulled him down onto the futon, her flesh hot against him. At first they lay side by side, caressing each other's bodies gently. It wasn't long, however, before Kimiko was pushing him onto his back and shifting to sit astride him.\n\nHazuki lay back, enjoying this uncommonly bold move by his wife. She stroked him with her hand, and he gasped, arching his back to thrust up into her grip. \"You look beautiful,'' he said through a moan, and meant it.\n\n\"Oh, you're so hard for me,'' she replied, leaning down and kissing him on the mouth. Her tongue explored his mouth for a moment, and he was panting when she finally pulled away enough to whisper in his ear. \"Don't worry,'' she said. \"I'll take good care of you, love.''\n\n\"Don't wait,'' he replied, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she moved over him.\n\nShe took the instruction, thrusting down all the way to his base as he stabbed into her. Hazuki gasped again, and Kimiko moaned, fingers clenched on his shoulders to stabilize herself. She dragged herself back off, slowly, and then slammed back down again.\n\nWords were forgotten after that, left behind with the other trappings of civilization. This was a dance older than that, more primal, and it had a music all its own in the gasps and moans and panting, in the sliding of skin on skin, in the soft wet noises as he slid in and out of her. Her tongue painted heat along his neck, and his hands dragged down her spine, holding her tightly to him. Her thrusts became faster as she moved, light movements that only pulled him halfway out before he was thrusting back into her.\n\nKimiko leaned down, her mouth once again beside his ear. She nibbled on it, and then whispered, \"Close your eyes, love.''\n\nHe did, and the movements began to come even faster, her hips pressing tight to his and then pulling away, again and again and again. He knew he couldn't take it much longer, this rapid stimulation was driving him mad, and so without opening his eyes he said, \"I'm close.''\n\n``Go ahead,'' Kimiko whispered, her voice echoing through the darkness. \"Come, love, give it to me. Doesn't it feel good? Isn't this wonderful?''\n\nHis mouth opened in another gasp and he arched his back, driving up into her as hard as he could. Involuntarily, he opened his eyes.\n\nWhat he saw stifled the gasp and replaced it with a strangled scream. What was astride him was not Kimiko, not his beloved, but something he could only describe as a demon. It resembled the fox from earlier, but taller, with glossy black fur rather than red and lambent golden eyes. Its paws were backwards, as though they were on the wrong arms, and they ended in wickedly sharp claws.\n\nThe orgasm tore through him, terror and pleasure warring in his mind as he thrust up to meet the creature's movements, pulsing inside it as he came and came and came, one orgasm after another ripping through his body until he couldn't take it any more.\n\nSomewhere in this madness of lust and hunger and fear, he felt it lean down. \"Say goodnight, love,'' the demon said, its voice perfectly the same as his Kimiko's. Then he felt hot pain on the side of his neck, another note added to the wild cacophony of pleasure inside him.\n\nThen nothing.\n\nGoodnight.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"It was a warm, calm spring evening when the woman showed up, the sort of long gentle evening that feels like a balm against winters recent scars. It had been a long and hungry winter for Yagame Hazuki and Kimiko, and the arrival of spring had been greeted with much relief. Now that the snow had melted and the crops begun to flourish, the yearly cycle of feast and famine had begun to go their way again.
The cats were rich with food at the moment, but starved for company, as the pair rarely made it into the village and travelers by their fields were few and far between. As such, it was with great excitement that they greeted the sight of a young fox approaching up the road by the fields, easily visible from the window of the cottage where Kimiko was making rice cakes.
She immediately rushed out to the field when she saw this, calling Hazuki's name. He came over to the edge of the field to meet her, and she said, "Darling, a traveler is coming up the road! "
Hazuki looked at her and nodded, beaming; her enthusiasm was infectious. "Do you think they'll stay the night?'' he asked, his tone hopeful since they had enough food to be hospitable hosts.
"I'm sure she will,'' Kimiko said firmly. "Come, meet her with me.''
Hazuki nodded, feeling confident that this traveler would be staying with them. He knew well how his wife could be when she got something in her head, and how hard it was to dissuade her. Even if the traveler was planning to continue on, odds were very good that she would end up yielding to Kimiko's requests.
The woman arrived some ten minutes later, walking up to the door of the cottage and knocking. Opening the door, Hazuki saw a beautiful young woman, perhaps twenty years old. She was a fox with red fur, that complimented with the rich crimson and gold tones of her kimono, an uncommonly fine kimono for traveling. She was carrying a simple leather pack, and nothing else. It seemed not enough to carry traveling supplies for very far, though they didn't recognize her at all.
"Hello,'' she said, her voice sounding distraught. "I don't mean to bother you, but...do you know the way to Tsurui? I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere.''
Hazuki and Kimiko looked at each other for a moment, sharing the sort of silent conversation that two people who have known each other intimately for a long time sometimes do. Tsurui was a goodly ways back the direction the woman had come from. Whatever wrong turn she had taken, it must have been a severe one.
It was Kimiko that spoke up. "Tsurui is the other way, some two days' walk,'' she said.
The woman seemed to deflate. "Oh,'' she said. "I'd best get moving, then.''
"Wait a moment,'' Kimiko said as the woman turned to leave. "That's a long way, and you must be tired. Why not stay the night with us first? It won't slow you down so very much, and we can show you how to get to Tsurui.''
The woman hesitated. "If you're sure its not too much trouble,'' she said.
Kimiko nodded, firmly. "Not at all,'' she said. "We have more than enough to put you up for the night if you don't mind a mat on the floor to sleep on.''
The woman hesitated again and then nodded, gratitude plain to see on her face. "Thank you kindly,'' she said, "your hospitality is greatly appreciated. Might I come in and wash up? It has been a long trip already.''
"Of course,'' Kimiko said. "I am Kimiko and this is my husband Yagame Hazuki.''
"My name is Adraya Ona,'' the woman said, nodding at each of them almost deeply enough to call it a bow. "Thank you so much for the gift of your hospitality. I confess, the notion of a night on the road is more than enough to make me glad for a mat on the floor and a roof over my head.''
"And I don't blame you,'' Kimiko said with a laugh. "Please, come inside. My husband has work to do in the fields, but you can help me with dinner and we can talk about things he would have no interest in.'' She smiled broadly at him as she said this, and he laughed; clearly this was an old joke between them.
Adraya smiled, a wide smile that seemed to show too many teeth. "Dinner would be most appreciated,'' she said.
Adraya accompanied Kimiko into the cottage, and into the small kitchen where she was working on preparing dinner. The plan before Adraya's arrival had been for the rice cakes to be served plain, but with guests in the house and food in the larder, Kimiko wouldn't hear of such a simple meal. "It's no trouble,'' she said as she selected a feral chicken out of the coop and carried the unlucky bird outside to be slaughtered. "Really, it's the least we can do for a guest.''
"If you're certain it's not a burden,'' Adraya replied, watching the chicken with an odd look to her eyes.
"Not at all, and that's that,'' Kimiko said firmly. "I don't suppose you can wring a chicken's neck? My mother could do it as simply as that, but I never had the knack for it - I have to use a knife.''
Adraya smiled. "It's the least I can do for my hostess,'' she said, reaching out and taking the struggling, squawking bird from Kimiko. She gripped it by the neck, staring at it with that same odd expression and her mouth slightly open, and after a moment handed it back, still and silent.
"Thank you kindly,'' Kimiko said when the deed was done, taking the bird back. "Now! Let's go inside and I can slice this up with some vegetables from the garden. I'm sure it's not as fine as you're used to, but it's all the same once you fry it up, no?''
Adraya smiled widely at this. "Yes,'' she said. ``Yes, it is.''
Back in the kitchen, Adraya was quick to pitch in, rolling up the sleeves of her kimono and diving in to help butcher the chicken and slice vegetables to fry it with. Kimiko tried to talk her out of it, but Adraya insisted that it was the least she could do to help her hostess with preparing dinner, and that it would be her great honor to be permitted to assist in Kimiko's kitchen. Thus phrased Kimiko had no choice but to accept, and in truth she was grateful enough to have help for once that she didn't mind accepting once she had an excuse.
And really, Adraya wasn't unpleasant company. She was quick, witty, and charming, with a sharp sense of humor that didn't quite cross the line into mean. She was, as Kimiko learned, from the capital, born and raised in a merchant family of means if not noble lineage. She was out in the hinterlands because her husband's mother, an elderly woman who had never been in the best of health, was dying. Her husband had been by his mother's side for weeks now, but he had sent for her, and she could only assume it meant the worst.
At first, of course, she had had a feral horse, as befitted a child of a wealthy family out traveling. But it had run off in the forest some two days prior, leaving her stranded without her map, her mount, or much of her packs.
Kimiko was not sure how much of this story to believe; it sounded almost too convenient. But it would explain much of Adraya's appearance, and if she was handier in a kitchen than one would expect, well, she was a merchant's daughter and not a noble's. Even a wealthy merchant expected her children to learn practical things, after all, if only to check the servants' work.
And besides, if it was true, it would be horribly impolite to question it. Actually, it would be horribly impolite either way, but Kimiko wasn't that concerned with being polite to liars.
Once Adraya had told her this, the pair descended into casual chatter and gossip. Adraya was full of news from the capital, and Kimiko soaked up every word. She had no idea who most of the people Adraya shared stories of were, but it hardly mattered to her; after the long winter, she was desperate to have any connection to the outside world. So she listened gladly to Adraya's tales of the capital, of the feud between the Kikuchi and Asawa merchant families, of the emperor's edicts regarding the water trade, and of the general state of the city. To Kimiko, who had never in her life been to any settlement larger than a village, these stories were so wild and fantastical that they might as well have been describing another world entirely.
Adraya, in turn, listened with polite interest to Kimiko's tales of that village, of the families that made it up and the goings on of the town. There was nothing that compared to the grand happenings of the city, but then, perhaps to a girl who lived in the capital the village was just as fantastical as the reverse. In any case she certainly acted as though she were fascinated by these stories as they worked on dinner.
And as for Adraya's help, well, Kimiko could find nothing to complain about, and that was high praise indeed from her. Adraya butchered the chicken with casual ease, gutting and cleaning the bird so smoothly that it looked as though she'd done it a thousand times and more before. She was just as handy with the knife while slicing vegetables for the stir fry, cutting them with speed and precision that left even Kimiko secretly impressed.
In fact, as they finished the preparation and began to heat the oil, Kimiko spoke up. "You're a pleasure to have around the kitchen,'' she said. "I wouldn't mind help like this more often, I can tell you that.''
Adraya looked up from her work with such a sweet smile that Kimiko couldn't help but smile back. "Do you really think so?'' she said, her tone almost wistful.
"Absolutely,'' Kimiko replied firmly, gripping the younger woman's shoulder with one hand. "In fact, you might be better with a knife than I am.''
Adraya giggled, the sound oddly girlish even for a woman as young as she was. "I certainly hope so,'' she said, her tone strange.
"What does that mean?'' Kimiko asked, beginning to grow concerned. "I don't --''
"Don't worry about it,'' Adraya interrupted, her tone sweet as honey. "In fact, do you want to take a break while I finish the cooking myself? It won't be any trouble, I promise....''
Kimiko started to protest, but found herself fumbling over the words, fumbling over the thoughts the words represented. "I don't--'' she repeated, then stopped.
"Are you all right?,'' Adraya asked, gripping Kimiko's hand on her shoulder. "Really, you look like you could use a rest. And doesn't it get tiring having to do all the work yourself?''
Kimiko opened her mouth again, but didn't get even the start of a protest out this time. And after all, what Adraya was saying made sense. It did get old being the only one doing work around the house. And if she was having a hard time putting words together, then maybe she really did need a rest.
"Shh,'' Adraya said, stepping over towards the table and pulling Kimiko with her. She gently shifted the older woman around and helped her sit down. "Shh, rest. Just...sleep....''
When Hazuki returned from the fields, he was greeted at the door by the welcome scent of hot oil and cooking meat. "Hai,'' he called, shrugging off his overcoat and hanging it from the peg inside the door. "Something smells good!''
"Good!'' Kimiko called out from the kitchen. "It's almost ready.''
"Excellent,'' he replied, kicking off his sandals and walking into the kitchen. Once there, he saw his wife standing over a skillet full of cooking food, but no sign of Adraya. "What happened to our guest?'' he asked, his tone surprised.
"She changed her mind about staying,'' Kimiko replied. "Her husband's mother is very ill, and Adraya is concerned that she will die any day. I gave her some rice cakes and went over the way to Tsurui with her, but I couldn't convince her to stay the night.''
"Oh,'' Hazuki said, clearly disappointed. "Well, I cannot fault her for that. Only a true boor would be upset that she wanted to be with her husband at a time like this.''
"I told her you would understand,'' Kimiko said. "I'm sorry, love. I know you were excited to hear about her travels.'' She brightened a moment later. "But we had already butchered the chicken when she changed her mind, so we eat meat tonight! Clouds and silver linings, isn't that right?''
Hazuki nodded. "Yes, and thank you,'' he said. "It smells divine.''
"Your timing is perfect,'' she replied, "it's just now finished. Let me just get the rice cakes and we can have ourselves a little feast.''
Kimiko suited word to deed, grabbing some bowls and filling them with food. The rice cakes were served with the stir fried vegetables and teriyaki meat, with sake to wash it down with.
Hazuki scooped the meat up and took a bite of it with the rice cake and vegetables, chewing slowly with his eyes closed to fully appreciate the treat. After swallowing, he opened them and smiled at his wife. "Thank you,'' he said again. "It tastes wonderful, and it is cooked perfectly. Excellent work as always, love.''
Kimiko smiled and nodded, herself chewing on a piece of the meat. "You're far too kind,'' she said demurely, "but thank you. And don't worry, there's plenty and more - I made extra for our guest before she left.''
"Most excellent,'' Hazuki said, chewing another piece of meat before swallowing. "What did you do with the chicken, I wonder? It tastes very good, but I don't remember having it quite like this before.''
"Neither have I!'' Kimiko said, her tone excited. "It's a recipe from Adraya, that her grandmother taught her in the city. The texture is very interesting, isn't it?''
"It is,'' Hazuki said, "hardly like chicken at all. But very good. It is a shame she will not be here to cook with you more often, no?'' This last was said in a teasing tone, as Hazuki knew well that Kimiko's exacting standards made it difficult for her to cook with most people. Even her sisters had given up on helping with meals years ago, content to let Kimiko take care of the food when they came over.
"It is,'' Kimiko agreed with a chuckle. "I am sure there are many recipes from the city that would catch us quite by surprise. Although, there is something to be said for tradition.'' She smiled at him, and Hazuki found his attention drawn to her throat as she swallowed another bite, her throat working as it slid down. "A fine meal...it seems to call for a celebration of some kind, does it not?''
"It does,'' Hazuki said, watching as she licked her lips. He found he was sweating slightly, the sake going to his head. "And us all alone,'' he said. "It's enough to give a man ideas....''
"You know,'' Kimiko said, taking a last bite before pushing her bowl away. "I think I can wait to finish my meal....'' She reached out, her fingertips stroking lightly over the back of his hand.
He smiled, turning his hand over to lightly grip her fingers. "That sounds good to me,'' he said, rising. She stood as well, and turned to lead him to the bedroom.
Inside, it wasn't very long at all before Kimiko was standing naked before him. His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in each familiar curve and bend as she stretched. Her movement was slow, luxurious, and though this was hardly new ground, he found his hands shaking slightly as he undid his own clothing and dropped it to the floor beside hers.
She took his hand and pulled him down onto the futon, her flesh hot against him. At first they lay side by side, caressing each other's bodies gently. It wasn't long, however, before Kimiko was pushing him onto his back and shifting to sit astride him.
Hazuki lay back, enjoying this uncommonly bold move by his wife. She stroked him with her hand, and he gasped, arching his back to thrust up into her grip. "You look beautiful,'' he said through a moan, and meant it.
"Oh, you're so hard for me,'' she replied, leaning down and kissing him on the mouth. Her tongue explored his mouth for a moment, and he was panting when she finally pulled away enough to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry,'' she said. "I'll take good care of you, love.''
"Don't wait,'' he replied, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she moved over him.
She took the instruction, thrusting down all the way to his base as he stabbed into her. Hazuki gasped again, and Kimiko moaned, fingers clenched on his shoulders to stabilize herself. She dragged herself back off, slowly, and then slammed back down again.
Words were forgotten after that, left behind with the other trappings of civilization. This was a dance older than that, more primal, and it had a music all its own in the gasps and moans and panting, in the sliding of skin on skin, in the soft wet noises as he slid in and out of her. Her tongue painted heat along his neck, and his hands dragged down her spine, holding her tightly to him. Her thrusts became faster as she moved, light movements that only pulled him halfway out before he was thrusting back into her.
Kimiko leaned down, her mouth once again beside his ear. She nibbled on it, and then whispered, "Close your eyes, love.''
He did, and the movements began to come even faster, her hips pressing tight to his and then pulling away, again and again and again. He knew he couldn't take it much longer, this rapid stimulation was driving him mad, and so without opening his eyes he said, "I'm close.''
``Go ahead,'' Kimiko whispered, her voice echoing through the darkness. "Come, love, give it to me. Doesn't it feel good? Isn't this wonderful?''
His mouth opened in another gasp and he arched his back, driving up into her as hard as he could. Involuntarily, he opened his eyes.
What he saw stifled the gasp and replaced it with a strangled scream. What was astride him was not Kimiko, not his beloved, but something he could only describe as a demon. It resembled the fox from earlier, but taller, with glossy black fur rather than red and lambent golden eyes. Its paws were backwards, as though they were on the wrong arms, and they ended in wickedly sharp claws.
The orgasm tore through him, terror and pleasure warring in his mind as he thrust up to meet the creature's movements, pulsing inside it as he came and came and came, one orgasm after another ripping through his body until he couldn't take it any more.
Somewhere in this madness of lust and hunger and fear, he felt it lean down. "Say goodnight, love,'' the demon said, its voice perfectly the same as his Kimiko's. Then he felt hot pain on the side of his neck, another note added to the wild cacophony of pleasure inside him.
Then nothing.
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