Anthony admired the sweat-slicked body of Secilia as she hung from the ceiling. Sweat glistened down her pearly skin and her chest heaved with every gasping breath as the petals of her beautiful pink pussy were ravaged by him.
“F-fuck! Anthony!” she cried.
He normally tied her so she was upside down, but this time, she was right side up, and her legs were spread wide while her arms were tied behind her back and the two globes that were her just bulged from the tightening bonds wrapped around them.
Anthony was harder than a rock as he plunged into her over and over again. The way her ankles were tied to her thighs, revealing cute little toes that spasmed as he fucked her ragged were unbelievably hot. If he wasn’t already busy, he would have taken them in his mouth, but that would have meant removing his mouth from her tit--and he was not going to do that.
“You’re sucking… so hard…” Secilia moaned and cried.
He was indeed sucking quite hard. Anthony was certain that his sucking would leave a mark on her, but he knew she would like it. He soon switched to her other breast, but instead of sucking, he bit down, just hard enough to send delicious pleasure and pain straight to her brain.
Secilia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body spasmed and jerked with the force of her orgasm, and it felt like she was trying to suck him in. It was only after she had felt her own orgasm subside that Anthony let himself go as well. He came into her hard enough that she threw her head back one more time. Then her entire body sagged as he pulled out. His white hot cum spilled from her twitching folds, and he allowed himself to smile as they both basked in the afterglow.
“I… I don’t… think I… I’ll be able to move… for a while,” Secilia moaned between ragged breaths.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I feel… haaaaaaaah…”
Anthony chuckled when all she could do was release a ragged sigh.
“Come on, let’s get you down from there.”
Anthony cut the bonds from her legs, then her wrists, followed by her chest. He was glad that he had spatial magic because he could hold her in his arms as he severed the bonds. When she was at least free, she simply fell into his arms, and he guided her down onto the futon.
“Ready to get cleaned up?” he asked.
“Mmmm,” Secilia said with droopy eyes.
Anthony had requested a bowl of water and a washcloth, and he used those now to tenderly wipe away the sweat. He glanced at the marks on her body--the black hickies from where he sucked on her flesh, the soft red welts from the rope. He channeled his magic into those areas to sooth the angry marks, then planted a kiss on each one. Secilia writhed only slightly underneath him as he did so.
Once she was clean, Anthony laid down beside her. Secilia turned over so she was facing him, and while her eyes remained droopy, she still smiled at him.
“You’re getting better,” she said.
“I have a great partner to practice with,” he answered.
Anthony reached out to place a hand on her cheek and slowly ran his thumb alongside her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
“Are you worried about tomorrow?” he asked.
“Curse you and your incubus mind magic,” Secilia grunted. He chuckled and pulled her close, not saying anything as their pelvises pressed together. She sighed and continued. “I am. We have no idea what to expect on this island, and I can’t be there to help.”
“You’re our information analyst. We need you here to disseminate all the data we’re going to acquire and direct us. It’s much harder to make informed decisions when you don’t have the whole picture,” he said with a shrug.
“I know that, but I also know that… I’m not strong enough to go with you,” Secilia mumbled in one of her few honest moments. She was always more vulnerable after sex. “I hate that I can’t fight beside you like Brianna, Sasha, and Trinity. Fuck, even Marianne is better at combat than I am.”
Anthony needed a moment to figure out what he wanted to say. Nothing she said was wrong. Those four were monsters in combat. Marianne might not have the same physical prowess, but she was a vampire who wielded incredible magical powers. Meanwhile, Secilia was just a humunculus no stronger than a human and her only magic was Forsight. That might allow her to see several seconds into the future, but that meant nothing if she wasn’t strong enough to fight.
“Secilia… did it ever occur to you that your role is more vital than all of theirs combine?” he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. “How is that?”
“We already have five capable fighters in our family. We don’t need another person who can fight. What we need is someone who can gather information to help us make more informed decisions and strategies so we can fight more efficiently. You’re the only one who can do that. Sure, it might not seem as glamorous, but you’re the one keeping us alive, and I’ll be counting on you to help me out when I go to rescue Professor Incanscino and Gitsune Hagaromo.”
He spoke from the heart. Anthony wasn’t just giving her false platitudes. Too many people thought strength meant everything and simply plowing through your problems with overwhelming power was the best way to solve them. However, nothing would ever beat a good strategy. All the people who had reached positions of power had done so by utilizing all the information at their disposal to come up with a solid strategy that let them beat people trying to do the same thing.
Secilia sighed as she slowly crawled over until she was lying on top of him. He grunted to suppress his pleasure when her thighs trapped his cock between them.
“I hate how a few words from you can make me feel instantly better,” she said.
“And I hate how sex from you can make me forget all my worries.”
“Guess we’re both haters.”
“Haters gotta hate,” he agreed.
“Anyway, I’m still horny,” Secilia wiggled her thighs. “You up for another round?”
“I always have enough energy to go again,” Anthony said, and for the rest of the night, they made sweet love to contrast with the ragged, hot bondage session they’d had previously.
***
Anthony went with Sasha and two of Tamamo’s guards to the site where Hisashi Tokiya had boarded the vessel. It was a port that held the appearance of a traditional Japanese harbor. If Japan had never abandoned their traditional architecture while simultaneously modernizing their ports, this is what he believed they would look like. There were as few holographic navigation displays and some security drones moving about, but the aesthetic itself was something uniquely Japanese.
“What an old-timey looking place,” Secilia mused, her voice crackling over his headset.
“After the wars, Japan decided to re-adopt the traditions of its people. We wanted to go back to our roots,” one of the elite guards explained. Her name was Tamaya. She was a fox yokai who specialized in water illusion magic, which he believed would be useful for where they were going. It was perhaps ironic that her name was Tamaya, which was something people yelled during fireworks displays.
“I kinda like it,” Anthony said after a moment.
“Hmph. We don’t care what you like,” growled the other. This person was a man--well, a birdman. He was a tengu who looked like a walking armory for old Japanese weapons. He had the sharp avian features of his people, the light build of a martial arts master, and the black wings all karasu tengu possessed. What stood out to Anthony wasn’t his full-length traditional kimono or even his long red nose. It was the amount of weapons he was carrying.
There was a katana strapped to his waist, held within a sheath of resplendent colors and decorated with wind patterns. Strapped across his back was a naginata. It was a massive thing that had to be held at an angle because it was taller than the person wielding it. A pair of tessen could be seen underneath the naginata, just barely visible, and the belt that wrapped around his waist was actually a staff with weird bendable properties. The karasu tengu looked like he was ready to go to war.
His name was Arashi Hayate, which basically meant gale wind of the storm… or something like that.
“Why are you angry?” asked Sasha.
Hayate grunted. “I am not angry. I simply do not believe we need you or your people. We can rescue our leader ourselves.”
“You’ll have to forgive him,” Tayama said with an amiable smile. “Hayate-kun comes from a long forgotten era where showing racism toward foreigners was as natural as breathing.”
“I am not racist,” Hayate scowled.
Tamaya gave him a placating smile. “Of course not. You just hate all foreigners.”
“Let’s get back on track,” Anthony said. “We’re here to see if we can find out what route Hisashi took when heading for the island.” He placed a hand to his ear even though he knew it wasn’t necessary. “Secilia, can you see anything?”
Secilia was “following” them via several drones that she had cobbled together from parts that Tamamo had lying on hand. Although he said they were “cobbled together,” they looked pretty legit. The parts used in their construction were Japanese, so Secilia had given them a Japanese aesthetic that was both wicked cool and just wicked.
They looked like hanya masks.
The hanya masks were used in traditional Japanese Noh Theater and represented jealous female demons. He wondered if that was symbolic of something, but he thought it was just her using the rule of cool to make something. She might have expressed some envy yesterday, but he had settled that, and he could not detect jealousy through their bond.
“I don’t see anything with my visuals. Just the usual security drones, but I’m already hacking into them and scrambling their systems.”
“Then we should look around ourselves,” Sasha suggested.
Anthony nodded and everyone split up into groups of two and began their search. He wound up stuck with the karasu tengu, unfortunately. The man did not like him. Part of that was no doubt because of his pheromones, but this man also just seemed to dislike him on a more personal level because he was a foreigner. It might have also had something to do with his pride. Hayate did not believe they needed help, so allowing an outsider to help him damaged his pride.
He decided to ignore the man in favor of looking around. He saw the warehouses with their iromiya-roofed buildings, and off in the distance was the harbor control tower, which was like a giant pagoda with cyberpunk flare. It looked like an ancient watch tower. At the same time, it was modernized with gleaming neon lights and holographic projectors.
The place he was looking for was the crates where he had seen the ethereal Professor Incanscino in the video the other day. It didn’t take him long to find the area in question. However, the person he was looking for was not there.
“Hmm,” he mumbled.
Anthony furrowed his brow. He wasn’t sure if he had been expecting to see her, but he had been hoping to find some kind of clue. However, there was nothing here… wait a moment.
“What is that?” he asked.
Hayate scowled. “What is what?”
“That light. Do you see it?” he pointed at something on the ground.
Hayate looked and his scowl deepened. “I see nothing. Are you hallucinating?”
So he can’t see it.
Anthony knew he was not hallucinating, but if Hayate couldn’t see it, then it might be something that had been left for him and him alone to find. Was it Professor Incanscino? Had she known he would come? He didn’t know, but he went over to the light… which vanished the moment he arrived. However, another light slightly further off took its place. He followed the lights until he reached the end of the harbor--where a little dock with a small vessel that would barely fit a handful of people rocked on the ocean waters.
And standing next to it was an ethereal form he knew well.
“Professor?” he asked, and the form of the much younger-looking professor smiled before vanishing.