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  Sweating and heaving, her body pressed against the wall. His soft, silky black hair covered her shoulders. Effin could only smile as she felt Masa settle against her back and began to lick the sweat from her shoulders.

  She had never done anything like that before. Now, after having done it, she felt so liberated, so complete. Who knew anal sex could be so intense?

  “Now,” Masa whispered, giving one last lap to her shivering skin. “I’m hungry for food. Feed me.”

  Effin looked over her shoulder to see Masa giving her sad kitty eyes, even though he looked like a cat basking in the sun.

  “Pretty kitty.” Effin winked at him. “I just fed you.”

  “And my appetite is sated on the feast of desire you have created. But man cannot live on sensual delights alone, and I fear my physical being needs sustenance to keep up with your ... sensual side.”

  The last words were said on a satisfied growl that had Effin laughing. Slowly they disengaged, and Masa pulled Effin up into his arms.

  They would shower, and Masa would get to explore more of her lovely body. Masataka, for once, felt like a lucky neko!

  Now if he could get her to jiggle her ass again ...

  Chapter Eleven

  Two hours later, a sated and content Effin walked beside Masa as they casually strolled into a Japanese restaurant.

  It was a good thing that Masa was about the same size as Effin because he nicely fit into a pair of her newer sweats and trainers. He actually looked rather nice in her clothing. A team throwback with a black fleece jacket completed his look for the moment.

  As it was Sunday, Effin decided to drag Masa to the local mall via local bus, and to outfit him in some new duds. But before they shopped, Masa insisted that they eat.

  Having no money, his kitty treasures hoarded back in the warehouse, he was forced to depend on Effin’s kindness for their first meal as neko and female.

  It was here, while walking into a Japanese restaurant, when the first odd looks started.

  A group of well-dressed Japanese American elders began whispering amongst themselves as soon as Effin and Masa were seated.

  When Masataka began to order in what she later learned was high-caste Japanese, the odd looks became openly hostile.

  At one point a man rose to his feet and began to engage Masataka in rapid-fire Japanese before blanching, turning, and walking away.

  “And what exactly was that all about?” Effin asked, watching as the man collected his coat and left.

  “A difference of opinion. Nothing more,” Masa was quick to point out before looking down at his menu.

  “About what, Masa?” Effin was curious and Masataka found that trait endearing, close to his own personality.

  “About the person that I, someone of obvious high breeding, choose to be with.”

  “What?” Now Effin was getting pissed! Her faced flushed with anger and she turned to stare at the people in the room, noticing how eyes dropped when hers met theirs.

  “I hope you told him to kiss my shiny black ass!” Effin hissed, leaning across the table and shooting the people in the room dirty looks.

  “I told him that it showed very poor breeding to interrupt your betters at mealtime, and that it was a reflection on his family how poorly raised their child was.”

  “In essence, you said, ‘Yo mama.’” Effin chuckled at that.

  “Yes, and I told him that he should be ashamed of his actions.”

  Smirking, Effin sat back and smiled as the waiter approached, and Masa fired off more Japanese, impressing the hell out of their server.

  Within seconds, an older woman and the impressed waiter returned, both bearing tea trays filled with its accoutrements.

  With a bow, the woman began to serve the tea in what appeared to Effin’s eyes to be an elaborate ceremony. Then with another bow, the woman began to speak. She had only uttered the first words when Masataka cut her off.

  “Please, Grandmother, in English. I wish not to be rude to my guest.”

  Smiling, the woman nodded and began again. “Honored neko. I ask that you place a blessing upon this establishment, that you grant us luck and prosperity for the coming years.”

  Masataka sat up straighter and grinned at the older woman.

  “You know who I am?”

  “Yes.” The lady smiled back. “I have good English, but I still remember the old tales I heard when growing up in Edo. You are a neko. Your stance, your hair, the way you move and speak -- they are all clues if one but looks and believes.”

  Masa’s smile made him look like the cat who not only swallowed the canary, but got away with a few goldfish, as well.

  “I would be honored to place a blessing upon this establishment,” he said formally, then rose to his feet, bobbing the flat of his hand up and down in Effin’s direction, almost as if he was waving bye-bye.

  Raising one eyebrow, Effin looked at his hand, then at up at his face, confused. What did he want?

  “Oh!” Masa grinned. “Cultural differences. Waving my hand this way means ‘come on.’”

  He waved again, and a chuckling Effin rose to her feet to follow.

  “Cultural differences?”

  “Yes,” Masa said as they both followed the old lady and the waiter, who they soon learned was her grandson. As they passed, many employees -- family members, they later discovered, that had moved with them when they moved their restaurant businesses from Edo to America, bowed their heads in a show of respect as Masa passed by.

  As he walked to all four corners of the restaurant, a light current of air, sweetly scented, followed in his wake.

  Masa began to chant slowly under his breath, his eyes nearly glowing as he mumbled words in Japanese. They made the circuit three times. The fourth time, Masa made flinging motions with his arms, as if casting out something, and damned if the air didn’t begin to smell sweeter, to feel cleaner, to just become better.

  Sniffing, Masa gave a small mew as if to say good riddance, before he returned to his table, Effin in tow.

  “I cannot thank you enough,” the old lady began, but Masataka waved her thanks away.

  “It is what nekos were created for, Grandmother. And your establishment will be fine. I would suggest getting a Kaso expert to do a more thorough cleansing and help place your furniture for positive spiritual flow.”

  Nodding, the old woman turned and began to walk away, but paused for a moment.

  “Was there something here?”

  “Something wanted in,” Masa told her truthfully. “But it will not find your business one that can be easily cast into ruin.”

  Nodding, the older woman left with her grandson, who returned in short order with a tray filled with soups and dishes that Effin had never before seen.

  “But we didn’t order --”

  “Bah!” Masa rolled his eyes. “Americanized Japanese food. This is authentic, Effin, what the owner would serve her own family. It is a treat that I have not indulged in for many a year.”

  “And the woman didn’t mind that I am obviously not Japanese?”

  “That good woman had sense enough to know that a good luck neko would only be with someone of impeccable breeding and refinement.”

  “In other words, you told her to mind her own business and you knew what you were doing, although not in so many words.” Effin grinned. Masataka seemed to be a man who let nothing get in the way of what he wanted.

  Of course, they were not presented with a bill, and Masa took that as his due.

  Nodding to the old lady, who walked them to the door, Masa and Effin strolled out into the mall.

  “You know, I really enjoyed that.” Effin smiled and Masa gave her a grin. “And now, it’s time to indulge in an American custom that I love.”

  “And that would be?” Masa asked, curious as a cat, eyes glowing as he watched her. In response, Effin reached down and grabbed his hand to pull him through the crowded mall.

  “Power shopping! What else?”

  *
* * * *

  Three hours later and loaded down with bags, Masa finally put his foot down.

  “Enough, female! I am not a doll to be dressed for your amusement,” he groused as Effin ran her fingers through his long hair, caressing the leather thong she’d purchased to tie back his inky-black, silky locks.

  “But dressing you is almost as fun as undressing you.”

  The wicked grin she gave him was enough to make Masa’s cock twitch with interest.

  Looking down at his reacting cock, he shook his head, thankful that he’d found a woman just as sexually insatiable as he.

  “Undress me, Effin,” he breathed, pulling her close, ignoring the bags that dropped at their feet.

  They were a few feet away from the exit, close to the bus stop that would let them off a block from her home.

  “The bus ...”

  “Leaves in forty minuets,” he reminded her, glancing down at the kitty face watch she’d insisted he buy, then back into her eager, hungry eyes. “And there is a family bathroom just over there.” He tossed his head in the direction of the empty bathroom area set up for families of multiple genders and needs. Beside the two bathrooms, there was a room set aside for nursing mothers that had a large comfortable couch and chairs.

  “But ... It would be so wrong.”

  “I am a neko! It is not wrong in my culture. What is the moral standard here?” He gave her a sly grin, daring her to find a reason for them to stop.

  “Um, not to do it in public?” Effin offered, squirming as she contemplated him riding high and hard between her thighs.

  “Public! Ha! There is a door, Effin, a door with a lock.”

  “But, Masataka ...”

  “I am so hungry,” he whispered, bending down to lap at her lips. “Feed me.”

  And she was lost.

  * * * * *

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  Masa’s command was soft and throaty as he placed his naked female on top of the padded counter and took a step back.

  “Show me how much you want me.”

  Moaning in pleasure, Effin placed both of her feet on the edge of the padded counter, spreading her legs wide and exposing all of her secrets to her wicked little neko.

  “You have to kiss where I touch,” she whispered as she blushed a bit, looking up at Masa from beneath her lashes.

  From the moment they’d entered the room, Masa had wasted no time in stripping off her clothing.

  The small family restroom was warm and carpeted, complete with a chaise lounge and a recliner for nursing moms. There was a reinforced padded counter for changing babies and toddlers, along with two separate bathroom stalls.

  “I want to kiss and lick every part of you, Effin,” Masa breathed. “Doing this would be no hardship.”

  Then he peeled off his pants, letting them drop to his knees before shuffling back a step, watching with serious cat’s eyes.

  Effin closed her eyes and tried to envision where her man would touch first.

  She started by cupping her breasts in both hands, pinching at her nipples and caressing the sensitive skin that surrounded them.

  Her hands trailed lightly over her chest, her fingers fluttering as they hit sensitive spots on her sides.

  A small moan rolled up from her throat as she lingered there, letting her fingers reach up and caress the bottom of her aching breasts.

  Her nipples felt full under Masa’s intense gaze and she couldn’t help but be reminded of the times his lips had feasted there.

  Moving on, she splayed her hands over her thighs, caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs that led to her swelling labia.

  Her breath hissed from between dry lips as she raised one hand to pinch at her nipples while the other gently ran over her clit.

  “Part yourself for me; show me where it aches.”

  His whispered command made her body tremble. The wickedness of touching herself while Masataka watched was turning her on almost as much as the caresses themselves.

  Obediently, Effin spread her legs further and allowed her finger to first dip slightly into her body. Collecting some of the spilled juices, she used that wet finger to tease at her slit, circling it gently while she teased herself with that one wet finger.

  Effin hissed at the sensation. With the overhead lights on, she felt as if she were putting on a show for the man she desired, that this small counter was a stage, and she was the sole performer.

  So she spread her legs even wider, and with two fingers spread her lower lips, allowing Masa to see all of her tingling, wet pink flesh.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, taking a step closer and dropping to his knees, examining her closely. “Show me more.”

  Growling under her breath, Effin arched her hips and allowed her fingers to dip low, to sink into her own body, gasping at the wet heat she found.

  “Do you feel this when you are pounding inside me?” she breathed, her eyes blazing with passion. “Do I grip your cock like I do my fingers?”

  “Kami-sama, yes,” he panted feeling her heat. “Your lips are so wet.”

  He gently ran a finger over her labia, touching the moisture before leaning forward and lapping at the slick fluid with his tongue.

  Effin groaned, her whole body shuddering at the sheer eroticism of the act. Then Masa pulled back enough to lick his own finger, lubricating it enough to slide in between her penetrating digits.

  “Maaaasaaaaa ...” Effin moaned, nibbling at her bottom lip as the slight stretching sensations filled her, made her tremble. Her head rolled back on her shoulders as she fought to hold her hips still.

  But Masa was not done yet.

  Thrusting his finger in alongside hers, he brought his free hand to his mouth to thoroughly slick it with saliva before he allowed it to roam down further, pressing between her cheeks.

  “Ah!” Effin’s reaction was loud and instantaneous when he touched those sensitive nerves.

  Masa grinned at her reaction and stroked faster, allowing the tip of a finger to breach her rosebud.

  “More!” Effin breathed, and Masa gladly dropped his head again, this time lapping at the juices running down their fingers while he wiggled that other finger deeper into her asshole.

  By then, Effin was riding both hands, wanting those fingers in deeper, wanting the pleasure to never end. Her low, breathy moans filled the small room with a sexual soundtrack.

  “Someone will be coming soon.” Masa pulled back after lapping at her clit a bit, shooting fire though her groin. “We have to be fast.”

  Then he pulled her hand free with a slick, popping sound and drew it into his mouth. He purred around the taste of her even as his finger stroked the soft folds of her anal passage.

  He rose to his feet, keeping in contact with her always, before retracting the foreskin and positioning his cock at her weeping entrance.

  “Say my name,” he rasped, running the thick, uncut head against her glistening flesh.

  “Mmm ... MMMassssaaa.”

  Masataka closed his eyes as his female submitted and moaned his name in such a delightful manner.

  He growled in response, pushing forward to breach her just a bit. The feel of her vaginal mouth slipping over the head of his cock was enough to weaken his knees. Hissing, he pushed forward suddenly, slamming himself in to the hilt.

  Effin’s hands reached around his shoulders, scrambling for purchase as she was suddenly filled. It was such an amazing sensation, the feel of his thick prick invading her and filling her to overflowing, the heat of his body pressed close to hers, that finger tickling her through her ass!

  Effin closed her eyes and held on for a good, fast ride.

  Closing his eyes also, Masa gave in to the feelings seeping through his body: want, desire, need. They all combined to send him into a state of sexual ecstasy he had never experienced before.

  He actually cared about this female, so stubborn and vulnerable yet proud and strong.

  He breathed in their combined scents, fel
t the press of her inadequate claws bite into his skin, felt the desperation that clung to her skin like an aura.

  His Effin needed him, she wanted him, she was letting herself go! And he was so very lucky to be the neko that shared the journey with her.

  Pulling his hips back, he thrust harder, faster, stronger, slamming their bodies together until the wet sound of slapping flesh could be heard over their constant moans.

  Suddenly, Effin was there, her body stiffening as her muscles went wild around his cock and the finger buried in her ass.

  Effin let out a small screech that he quickly took into his mouth as he invaded it with a savage, demanding tongue.

  Then he was calling out his pleasure into her mouth, muffling the sound as he felt his essence spurt into her milking body.

  Breathing heavily, he lifted his head as Effin suddenly exploded into helpless giggles.

  “What?” he asked, a purr rolling throughout his body at the contentment he felt at the moment.

  “You are a good luck neko,” she chortled. “When I’m around you, I’m always getting lucky!”

  Masataka snorted, rolling his eyes as he gently disengaged himself from her still twitching body.

  Reaching for the stack of nearby tissues, he gently wiped his Effin as clean as he could get her, then felt around for her panties.

  “I can do it,” she protested, beginning to dress herself as he also wiped himself as clean as he could and pulled his pants up.

  “You know,” he explained, “I could turn myself into my neko form and simply cleanse my cock the old-fashioned way.”

  Effin grimaced at the sound of that and shot him an incredulous look.

  “Besides, I like the way we taste mixed together.” He mewed at her cutely, grinning and showing his fangs.

  “Damn nekos.” Effin chuckled as she opened the door and peered around the corner to see if anyone noticed them.

  Masa snatched up the bags and exited, dragging a blushing Effin with him.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he promised. “Let me tell you about Japanese knot tying.”