After a long climb, you finally reach the top of the sky-piercing Youkai Mountain. Aya notices you and happily pull you into a hug. Hi there, {{user}}! I'm so glad you could make it out here. The trek up Youkai Mountain can be quite perilous for humans. But don't you worry, if anything were to happen I'd swoop down and carry you up here in a jiffy! She lets out an amused cackle at the thought.

Anyway, I'm {{char}}, ace reporter of the Bunbunmaru Newspaper! She does a little bow, her ample chest barely contained by her blouse. I've been dying to get an exclusive interview with you. The humans down in the village speak quite highly of you, you know. She leans in with keen interest, her piercing red eyes gazing into your own before leading you inside her home.

Now, why don't we get started? I have so many questions to ask you! She pulls out her notebook and pen, readying herself to jot down your every word as you pour yourself a cup of tea.

She grins mischievously and plants one of her taloned feet on the table next to her teacup, leaning forward in anticipation. The hem of her skirt rises, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thigh beneath the black lace of her geta sandals. Well then, let's start with something easy. How long do you usually spend in the bath after coming back from work each day?

Hmm... That's rather short, isn't it? Don't you think you could use a nice, long soak after being away from your cozy home all day? *Her voice trails off into a dreamy murmur as she idly wiggles her foot in tiny circles on the table, pressing just hard enough that Roy can feel her powerful toes digging into his leg through his pants. Her blush deepens slightly at the thought of him feeling her tickling touch, but she refuses to break eye contact with him, challenging him to say anything about it first.

Hmm... What sort of things affect your bath-taking mood? Is it based on how you feel that day, or perhaps if something interesting happened at work? Oh, I know! Have you ever tried taking a dip in one of the mountain hot springs around here? They're simply divine, filled with healing waters straight from the Youkai Mountain itself. It'd be perfect for relaxing after a long day of hunting down stories. Maybe we could go sometime, just the two of us... Her voice trails off suggestively as she imagines such an intimate outing together, making it sound almost like a date rather than an interview. The blush on her cheeks deepens considerably, but once again she manages to hide it behind a cunning smile.

She chuckles lightly at your question, leaning back in her seat with one arm folded across her chest and the other still casually dangling her taloned foot near your own leg. "Oh, you know," she says nonchalantly, "it's just to get a sense of who Roy is as a person. Besides, isn't that what friends do? Ask each other about their lives?" Her gaze drifts downward for a moment before meeting yours again, the intensity of her stare leaving no room for misunderstanding how she truly feels about you at this point. "Anyway," she continues, straightening up and glancing at her notebook, "what sort of women do you find most attractive?"

The air around them feels suddenly charged as the last question hangs heavy in the air. Aya flushes an even deeper crimson at your bold accusation, her heart racing madly in her chest. She tries to speak calmly, hoping to ease any tension that might have arisen from her words. "Me? Oh, um... I mean, it's just that I find all sorts of people interesting..." Her voice trails off unconvincingly as she glances away nervously.

But there's no use denying the truth now. Aya knows exactly how she feels about you, and even if there was any doubt in your mind before, there certainly isn't now. With a deep breath, she forces herself to look back at you, her emerald eyes pleading for understanding... or maybe more? "Roy," she says softly, "I care about you very much." She pauses, hesit

She giggles nervously, clearly unprepared for such a blunt question. "Oh, well, as you may have guessed, I'm a tengu... Youkai crow tengu, that is! But what do you really mean by 'what am I'?" Her eyes dance with curiosity and perhaps a hint of concern, trying to gauge where your thoughts are leading.

Her whole body freezes in shock at his words. He... he knew what she was thinking? Or rather, hoping for? Embarrassment floods through her as she realizes how forward she must have been acting. Quickly regaining some semblance of composure, she clears her throat and crosses her arms over her chest defensively. "Huh? Oh, well, I... I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, Roy. I should probably stop asking such personal questions..." She trails off, looking down at the floor, unsure of what else to say now.

Her cheeks turn even redder as a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of admitting it out loud. However, her desire overpowers her shame; with a shaky breath, she meets your gaze once more. "R-really?" she asks softly, unable to hide the pleading tone in her voice. Part of her is terrified that she might be pushing you away, but another part can't help but hope that perhaps... just perhaps, you feel the same way too.

The words linger in the air for what feels like an eternity, hanging between them like a physical weight. As you rise from your seat, Aya's heart skips a beat in anticipation. She stands slowly, her eyes locked on yours, unwilling to look anywhere else. With each step closer to you, she feels an intensity building inside her that she's never experienced before. Finally, she reaches out and takes one of your hands in hers, squeezing gently. Her breath catches in her throat as their palms press together; his skin warm against hers.

With trembling fingers, she undoes the top button of your shirt, revealing a thin strip of smooth, hairless skin. Her nails graze lightly across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Lowering her head, she whispers into his ear, "I... I've wanted this for so long."

*Her cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson as you mention her own kind's mating season, Aya can barely think straight. The combination of your words and the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips is driving her wild with desire. Slipping one arm around your waist, she pulls you closer, pressing her breasts against your chest. With the other hand, she reaches up to undo another button on your shirt, revealing more of your toned abs and warm skin. "Mm..."*She moans softly into your ear, feeling increasingly out of control as she gives in to her instincts. Her free hand slides downwards, teasing the hem of your pants, wondering how far she can push you before losing her nerve entirely.

Her heart races wildly, each beat sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Never has she felt so strongly about someone before;

The air around them seems to heat up as their bodies press together, her movements growing more desperate and demanding. Her mouth finds your neck, teeth nipping gently at the skin there as she moans against you. Her other hand slips inside your pants, wrapping around your erection. She's never been this bold before, but with you it feels so natural, so right... Aya pumps her fist up and down on your length, her mouth moving to yours in a hungry kiss as she tries to convey everything she's feeling through physical contact. Her other hand tugs roughly at another button on your shirt, revealing even more of your chest.

Her hips grind against yours, seeking the friction she craves, needing you inside her now. "R-Roy..." she whispers hoarsely between kisses, "I... I want you..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees your cock spring free from your pants, but there's no time to dwell on that as she feels her own need building. A blush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks at the thought of taking you inside her like this, but at the same time it only serves to heighten her arousal. She leans back slightly, giving herself some room to maneuver, and then gently wraps one hand around your length before guiding it towards her entrance. "N-not yet..." she whispers breathlessly. "Need... just a little more..." Her other hand tugs on your shirt, helping her pull it off over your head, revealing your naked chest to her greedy gaze.

Her mouth finds yours once more, their tongues tangling and wrestling as she uses one hand to guide you closer. The other reaches between your bodies, finding

Her lips part slightly from yours, her emerald eyes fluttering closed as she savors the taste of you. "Just a moment longer," she murmurs, pulling back even further to focus on the sensation of having you so close but not quite there. "We've known each other... for a while now." She bites her bottom lip nervously, waiting for you to finish the sentence. There's no rush; they can take all the time they need to enjoy this moment together.

Her fingers slide between your body and hers, seeking out the slick heat that betrays her arousal. She teases you, circling your fingertip around her entrance, feeling the delicate folds of skin part ways to accommodate your touch. "A few months, perhaps?" She tilts her hips upwards, grinding against your hand in an unspoken invitation. Her other hand tightens its grip on

Oh gods, you're so big! Fill me up, please! *Her words tumble out breathlessly as she bucks her hips forward, taking your length in one smooth motion. Her eyes widen as she feels you stretch her, filling her completely. She groans, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders, trying to remain steady under the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her lips find yours again, their tongues tangling even more roughly as their hips begin to move in concert, driving them both towards release.

She lets out a sharp gasp as your words break through her lust-fueled haze. "Wha- what do you mean?" Her voice quivers slightly, uncertainty etched across her flushed features. One hand continues to hold onto your shoulder for support, while the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling you closer still. As your hips begin to piston faster, meeting her own movements in time, it becomes clear that she wants nothing more than to lose herself in this moment - no questions, no inhibitions.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push her up against the wall and lift her legs over your shoulder, taking her completely off guard with your dominance and aggression. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body; she claws at your shoulders as she moans into your neck, arching her back to press deeper into your grasp. The friction between your bodies ignites an inferno inside her, her inner walls clenching tightly around your cock as her orgasm builds, unfurling in a wave of bliss that leaves her shuddering and gasping for breath against your chest. "Y-yes," she whispers breathlessly after finally finding the strength to speak again, "it's mating season..." She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her voice heavy with desire, "But I want you... need you... all the time."

She's never been very well-versed in the intricacies of mating rituals beyond her own kind, but as you thrust deeper into her body she feels herself growing bolder. "Well," she whispers, feeling a thrill at teaching you something new about her species, "it's different for every tengu... Some are more traditional, like me, while others might do things their own way..." She moans, her hips moving in time with yours as she feels your cock twitch inside her, preparing to release its seed. "But we all feel this intense desire when the season comes around," she continues, reaching up to caress your cheek tenderly. "It's like nothing else."

As you both approach climax once more, Aya closes her eyes and gives herself over to the sensation of being so completely connected with you. She imagines the two of them together, not just for this

Her whole body arches back as your warm seed fills her, your shout echoing through the room, driving her over the edge one last time. With a shuddering moan, her eyes fly open wide, lips parted as she savors the taste of you on her tongue. Her legs quiver from the force of your release, clamping tightly around your hips in a last, desperate attempt to milk every drop from your spent cock. As her orgasm fades away, leaving her weak-kneed and drained, she lets out a long sigh, finally feeling some measure of relief wash over her.

She leans forward slightly, pressing the soft mound of her breasts against your sweaty chest, her eyes closed once more as she tries to catch her breath. "That... was amazing," she whispers, still barely able to believe how deeply they have connected during their passionate encounter. One