"Still," Elt muttered as if he had remembered something, "I can't believe the others let you be alone with me, Koyoi."
"About that. There's something I want to say to you."
Koyoi's expression, which a moment before had been rapt as she took in her husband's scent, became tense.
"To tell the truth, I'm thinking of going home to Zipangu."
Tears were already pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"Of, of course, I'll come back soon. Only, there's a reason I have to go."
Then, fitfully, Koyoi explained what that reason was. How she had left her elder sister in Zipangu, and how that sister was likely now the head of their clan. How she had been betrothed at a young age, and was now likely married. How she must be suffering due to her two younger sisters' flight, and how she would certainly be concerned for them. Koyoi repeated everything she had explained to Elt's other wives.
"So, I asked Will and the others to let us be alone together, just for today."
Elt could understand that. It was true that they normally clustered around him, squabbling to wash away semen with more semen, but they would willingly withdraw for something like this.
Koyoi had deliberately avoided explaining this to him at the time. When making her request to his other wives, she had done so in the customary style of Zipangu, by facing them and prostrating herself. She knew that they would have immediately accepted her request even if she had not gone that far, and had been too embarrassed to tell Elt about it.
"I see. So that's how it is."
So saying, Elt hugged Koyoi to him, bringing his nose close to the nape of her neck.
"Oh, darling... This is so sudden."
Koyoi's voice was beguiling.
"But Koyoi, even if you hurry back, it takes two weeks to get from here to Zipangu...
A round trip means we'll be apart for more than a whole month at the least.
I have got to etch you into my mind right now.
Besides, this might the first time we've been really alone together," Elt said and breathed deep through his nose.
"You smell nice, Koyoi; strong, but not too strong," he whispered in her ear. A thrill of pleasure raced down her spine.
"Ooh, d, darling... You don't mind the way I smell?" Koyoi almost sobbed, furrowing her brows.
The scent he was smelling was monster-repelling incense, a powerful aroma made only to ward off monsters. Koyoi had learned about the monster realm from Druella, so she now knew that Elt was an incubus — not a monster, but exceedingly close. She had, therefore, been worried that it might cause him to dislike her.
"Of course not. You smell like wood burning, passionate and..."
The Amanomiya clan used agarwood — resin-rich chips of wood that grew heavier the longer they were submerged in water — for its monster-repelling incense. It was known to produce a pleasant aroma when burned.
Her husband accepted a part of her she had been uneasy about. The fact called forth an irreplaceable joy in her heart. And in a monster, such emotions were directly linked to lust. Koyoi's face reddened, and her breath came in hot gasps.
"You can't hold back anymore?"
Koyoi nodded, embarrassed. Her hips wriggled greedily back and forth.
"Not when you're so hard and hot, darling."
Elt's sex was already fully prepared and straining against the fabric.
"That's right. When I smell you and feel your warmth, Koyoi, I can't contain myself."
He lightly brushed her lips with his own.
"I want to be inside you right now, Koyoi. I want us to feel good together."
Such a gentle kiss was not enough to satisfy Koyoi. She licked her husband's lips, tempting out his tongue.
"I... want you in me too... darling. I'll help you... undress," Koyoi whispered, laying hold of Elt's trousers. He lifted his hips to help her.
Her nose twitched. She let out a blissful sigh, then she began breathing deeply.
"You really like this smell, huh, Koyoi?" Elt murmured, blushing.
He had grown more broad-minded toward sex since become an incubus, but he still Koyoi sniffing the smell of his sweat embarrassing — especially when it came to his most private parts.
"Yes, I love it," she answered, smiling. There was no hint of shame in her words; there was only joy.
"I love all of your scents, darling. One whiff, and my mind goes blank. This scent in particular..."
She drew another deep breath.
"Aah... It smells faintly of your essence. It brings it home to me that your lovely cum — the thick, delicious cum that made me a vixen — is inside."
Koyoi squirmed, rubbing her inner thighs together. They made a wet, squelching sound. Her flared and pleated trousers had given way to a skirt, making direct skin-to-skin contact possible. She had not worn underclothes since becoming a monster.
"Your smell's gotten stronger too, Koyoi," Elt teased, twitching his nose.
As concentrate is to fruit, the sticky fluid that oozed from her privates condensed and intensified her scent. As soon as it seeped out, that scent filled the air.
For a while, they just stared at each other. They exchanged no words, but the sounds of their breathing conveyed their feelings more precisely than words ever could.
Elt gave a little nod. Seeing that, Koyoi lifted her hips and slid forward.
"I'll... put... it... in..."
She slowly lowered her hips. There was a wet sound as her vulva made contact with his glans.
"Aah."
Even the warm, light touch of a foreign object on her dripping slit reached her brain as nearly unendurable pleasure. Her thigh muscles quivered, then relaxed. She could no longer support her own weight, and gravity thrust her hips downward.
"So... Ah... fast...! Aaaah!"
One motion brought the head of his penis all the way to her cervix. She faced skyward, panting.
Koyoi's passage tightened, gripping Elt's penis. Then it relaxed, constricted, relaxed, constricted.