Wet: Overflow

by Zenobia Renquist

  Lulu wiggled for him, which got her a firm squeeze before he released her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and used it to turn her so she faced the shower once more. The cascade down her body took on the feeling of hands and tongues. Plural. One focused on each nipple, circling and flicking until her nipples hardened.

  She arched into the sensation and wished she could place her hands on Hotsuma’s head or shoulders. He hadn’t formed the water into a body, not yet. Instead he teased her in this disembodied way, leaving her to ball her fist in the shower curtain so she had something to hold.

  A surprised squeak left her when the water rushed up the back of her legs. It bumped the bend of her knees and pulled her body back, making her topple against the incline Hotsuma had created. This was a little more elaborate than she was used to from him.

  In the past, when Hotsuma had used the water to form his body, he’d opted to keep lovemaking as human as possible. Lulu couldn’t remember the last time Hotsuma had used the water to love her the way he was now. Ever since he gained a body, he’d all but stopped using his other ability. The little trick in the limo with the handkerchief and his pants was the most she’d seen him do since he proposed. Lulu knew he hated his imprisonment and remembering it, so she’d refrained from telling him how much she craved having him join her in the shower.

  He must have added mind reading to his list of powers, because he was here now and doing more than she ever dreamed. Lulu giggled and shifted her hips side to side when the incline she rested against grew fingers that started wiggling against her ass. It seemed Hotsuma was feeling playful.

  He alternated between wiggling his fingers and cupping her ass so he could massage the globes in tiny circles. The incline tilted back farther until she almost lay flat. Hotsuma pulled his hands down her legs, spreading her thighs and lifting them. He positioned her so her knees were bent toward her chest then changed the spray of the water so it focused between her legs.

  Lulu bucked her hips as the water thrummed against her clit, tapped her pussy, and slid past her asshole. A massaging showerhead never felt as good as this, especially when Hotsuma shaped the water into a finger that penetrated her twitching hole.

  “Oh, yes!” She arched into his touch and bit her lip so her cries of pleasure turned into loud, deep-throated whimpers.

  Another finger joined the first. The two twisted over each other, teasing her inside. A third finger passed over her asshole. Lulu startled and held her breath. He wouldn’t. She’d been with Hotsuma dozens of times, maybe even a hundred by now, and he’d never shown an interest in her ass. She wasn’t even sure she wanted him to.

  When that third finger pressed against her asshole and eased forward, Lulu decided she’d been missing out. All her lower muscles clenched at the intrusion, but that didn’t stop Hotsuma from moving his fingers or the pleasure he gave her.

  “Oh, God, yes! Yes! There! Right there! Oh, yes!” Lulu moved her hips in a rocking motion against his touch while she alternated between panting and moaning. He pulled an orgasm from her when his lips circled her clit and he tickled it with the tip of his tongue.

  She wanted a second to catch her breath but Hotsuma didn’t stop. The water penetrating her grew and changed. She felt both her holes stretching, a delicious sensation that had her on the edge of another orgasm. The water stopped when two hard, long dicks filled her.

  Her breath came out in huffs as she adjusted to this. Two. She’d never had a dick in her asshole. She’d never had both holes used at once. After feeling it, she might need it every time after this.

  Hotsuma formed his water body behind those two dicks. His hips spread her thighs more and gave her something to wrap her legs around. He cupped her ass and held her as he started to move.

  Lulu sucked in a shaky breath and placed her hand on his stomach, not sure if she wanted to tell him to stop or urge him to go faster. This sensation was new to her, and her body was confused as well as aching for more.

  He kept his pace slow, as though sensing her indecision. She matched her breathing with the back and forth motion of his hips. He moved forward. She inhaled. He pulled back. She exhaled.

  After several strokes, her body got used to the sensation of double penetration. She tightened her legs around Hotsuma’s waist and started meeting his thrusts halfway. Together they sped up the pace. Slapping sounds filled the room as Hotsuma buried his dicks to the base each time he moved his hips forward.

  Lulu fell back against the incline with her back arched and her large breasts bobbing. The feel of Hotsuma licking her clit was her undoing. He shouldn’t be able to do that; no normal man should. Her husband was far from normal. He used the water to simulate a tongue that smoothed over her clit, and Lulu lost touch with reality.

  “Holy fucking hell! Yes!” Lulu screamed when another orgasm made her whole body quake. The tremors centered on her pussy and spread from there.

  Hotsuma held her hips as best he could as he continued thrusting. Even with her inner muscles clenched and her whole body shaking, he moved. He kept her trapped in the orgasm until he finished. His teeth were clenched, and he voiced a deep-throated grunt when he had his own release.

  Both of them exhaled loudly with twin sighs of satisfaction when he stopped moving. He slumped forward and laid his head between her breasts. Lulu hugged him close. All her lower muscles twitched, sending twinges of pleasure through her body. She was exhausted, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying the feel of Hotsuma’s dicks still buried within her.

  “That was fantastic,” she said in a low voice. She didn’t think she could talk much louder. Her throat felt scratchy from all her screaming, and she didn’t have the energy.

  Hotsuma lifted his head so he could place a kiss on one of her nipples and then the other. He trailed kisses up her chest to her neck and then her full lips. Her breath caught as his dicks rubbed inside her, waking her body to the promise of more ecstasy.

  “Does your husband know you like anal?”

  Lulu’s whole body froze. That wasn’t Hotsuma’s voice. There was no accent that denoted he’d been raised speaking Japanese and then learned English.

  “If not, you should tell him. I’m sure Uncle would find it as invigorating as I did.”

  She scrambled away from the man who wasn’t her husband, falling off the incline and pressing her back against the wall of the shower stall. Confusion gripped her as she stared at the man made of water. Only Hotsuma had this power. But the man before her wasn’t him. That wasn’t his voice.

  She knew this voice. She didn’t want to say the owner’s name aloud but had no choice. “Masato?”

  “In the flesh… well, in the water. Hello again, Lulu, and thank you for such a vigorous and satisfying homecoming. That was well worth the months I spent playing opossum and learning to control the water without Uncle noticing.”

  “Hotsuma still has control of water. I’ve seen it.” She didn’t know why that mattered, but to her it did. Hotsuma and Masato hadn’t switched places. Hotsuma had usurped Masato’s place and taken over.

  “Yes, he does. But that doesn’t mean I can’t control it too.” He grinned. “And I know you liked the way I worked it.”

  “You bastard! I thought you were Hotsuma. You know that’s what I thought. That’s why you didn’t say anything until the end. So I wouldn’t recognize your voice.”

  “True, but you knew I wasn’t him. Don’t play innocent, Lulu. We both know Uncle doesn’t do tricks. He was surprisingly vanilla when he was still trapped in water. I saw you two together. Hot vanilla but vanilla all the same. He kept things human to make up for the fact that he wasn’t. I don’t have that hang-up.”

  Masato wasn’t wrong but Lulu wouldn’t admit that. It would be like admitting she’d known Hotsuma wasn’t the one having sex with her. She hadn’t known. She’d thought Hotsuma had decided to be adventurous. She whispered, “What do you want? Why did you… what do you want?”

  “I want what’s mine.” He grabbed h
er chin and forced her to look at him. “You.”

  She pulled out of his hold and swatted his hand away. “I’m not yours.”

  “Aren’t you? According to the marriage license you signed, you’re married to Masato Mizuno. I am Masato Mizuno. I’ll overlook your infidelities with Uncle up until this point.”

  “I haven’t been unfaithful.”

  “You haven’t? Really? Do you think Uncle will say the same when I tell him in detail what just happened here?” He moved his body close to hers. “How do you think he’ll react when I tell him how you screamed with pleasure when I pounded your pussy and your ass at the same time?”

  “Shut up!”

  “Hit a nerve?”

  She shoved him back, happy her hands made contact instead of going through him. “He’ll know you tricked me.”

  “Fair enough. Neither of you knew I was still around. He’ll probably overlook your pleasure at another man’s hands in his own home as mistaken identity. It’s not like there are any other men made of water wandering around this hotel.”

  Lulu was done with this conversation. She pushed the shower curtain aside, snatched up her towel, wrapped it around her body, and left the bathroom.

  Masato called after her, “Oh, hey, since you’re probably on your way to tell Uncle about my dastardly deed, you won’t mind if I inform the family about my reappearance, right?”

  She stumbled to a halt and swung around to face him. “What?”

  “The family. They deserve to know I’m alive and well and able to live apart from Uncle. I’m sure they would find the news quite promising.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Masato left the bathroom so he stood near her again. “You know exactly what it means, Lulu. The family hasn’t raised a magical hand against Uncle to separate him from my body because they don’t want to chance negating the ageman powers. I’m betting everything will change when they realize I’m awake and able to do this.” He held his hands out from his sides. “The family wouldn’t waste time putting Uncle back in his prison, I’m sure.”

  “You can’t,” Lulu rasped. She had to swallow to wet her parched throat before she could speak in a normal voice. “You can’t tell them.”

  “Why not? It’s only fair. You tell Uncle. I tell the family. Everyone is on the same page.”

  “It’s not fair. Hotsuma doesn’t deserve to be imprisoned for the rest of eternity just so the Mizuno family can prosper. He’s already proven he won’t run away.”

  “Oh, so you won’t mind us being split so long as he’s free? But I’m thinking he will mind not having a body anymore, because I plan to get mine back. You don’t just steal what’s mine and think I’ll be okay with it.”

  “None of this would have happened if you had just set him free.”

  “None of this would have happened if you had minded your own fucking business and left him alone. I shouldn’t have been so roundabout with my warnings. I should have had your ass booted from Onsen the second I learned who you were.” He sucked his teeth and paced away from her. “Dumb shit that I was, I thought I could handle the situation. Then you and Uncle go and steal my body.”

  “That’s not what happened.”

  “That’s not what was supposed to happen. But it did. Now I want what’s mine.” He grabbed the front of her towel in a tight fist and hauled her in close. “Everything that’s mine.”

  “I’m not yours. I don’t care what that license says or what the world thinks. I married Hotsuma Mizuno, not you.”

  “Let’s see what the family thinks after I tell them I’m alive and well.”

  “Don’t. You can’t.” She had to find a way to stop him without alerting the family. They would love an excuse to try and put Hotsuma back in his prison. Without the threat of losing the ageman powers, Hotsuma was vulnerable.

  “Why can’t I? It’s my duty to inform them of something this big. Actually, it’s Uncle’s duty once you tell him.” His expression changed to a knowing one. “Unless you’ve decided not to tell him. That’s also an option. If this little secret stays between us, I see no reason to tell the family.”

  “You… you said you want your body back.”

  “And I’ll get it, but I’m patient. I’ve already laid low for six months. I can be convinced to wait a little longer.” He loosened his grip on her towel and then tugged at it.

  Lulu tightened her hold, keeping him from pulling it open. “You’re not serious?”

  “Oh, yes I am. You were better than I ever imagined, and there’s so much more fun we can have in the water. I’m willing to put off getting my body back to explore all the possibilities of my power.”

  “Fuck you, you bastard. I hate you. You tried to kill me.” She clutched the shoulder where Masato had shot her. “Even if I didn’t hate you, I still wouldn’t do it.”

  “You were fucking up my life, you little bitch. How did you think I would react? I got desperate and used the options open to me at the time. Failing wasn’t one of them. The family doesn’t forgive. I would have been as good as dead if I had let you free Uncle.”

  “You were the head of the family.”

  “A puppet king in a cardboard kingdom. Every Mizuno knows the real power belongs to my brother, not me. Atsuji is in Japan while I’m exiled to the US. He’s supposed to be my second, but he’s really the power behind the throne. I had to beg him to send that priest that fucked me over. If I didn’t know any better, I would think Atsuji did this shit on purpose to get rid of me.”

  “And you think he’ll put you back in your body and Hotsuma in his prison if you tell him you’re awake.” She shook her head in a pitying gesture. “If anyone shouldn’t want people to know the truth, it’s you.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. If putting me back in my body forces Uncle out, they’ll do it in a heartbeat. The family is desperate. I’ve heard the talk Uncle refuses to acknowledge. Hotsuma is mortal. The same issue that plagued us before is back again. If he dies, his powers die with him.” He gestured to her. “Unless you pop out a kid that turns out to be an ageman. But I’m betting that won’t be possible since you’re a nullifier.”

  She hadn’t thought of that. Why hadn’t she thought of that? History was bound to repeat itself now that Hotsuma inhabited a mortal form once more.

  “And that’s assuming he can even get you pregnant. He may be in my body, but I’m thinking the spell that switched us might have fucked up the plumbing because you two have been going at it multiple times a day sans condoms for the last four months with no results.”

  Her hand went from her shoulder to her belly. She hated hearing Masato voice a worry she’d had hours before. It upset and angered her at the same time.

  “How long do you think the family will wait before they start tossing spiritually powerful Japanese women in Uncle’s direction so he can try to impregnate them? Sure, it didn’t work before, but times change. It might actually take this time. And Uncle is very duty bound. He’ll feel obligated to fuck each one of those beauties -- I’m sure there will be many, and they will be gorgeous since no one wants an ugly kid -- just to satisfy the family so they don’t lash out at you.”

  Lulu wanted to cover her ears. She wanted to block out Masato’s words but the truth wouldn’t be denied. The family didn’t like her. They made no secret of that. If she didn’t get pregnant, or if that child wasn’t an ageman, they might try to imprison Hotsuma again or worse.

  Masato said, “If one of those women does what you can’t, a divorce will follow soon after. You won’t get a cent. And then, of course, there’s what’ll happen to Voda.”

  “What about Voda? They have nothing to do with this.”

  “I told you, the family doesn’t forgive. Voda holds blame in this whole scenario too. They sent you to Onsen, after all. The family hasn’t touched them because Uncle is standing in their way. He’s exerting the power I never could and making even Atsuji fall in line. He’s a true head of the family. The only wa
y to save Voda from the family’s wrath is to make sure he stays the head.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t give a shit about Voda. If they tank, that’s one less rival to steal Onsen’s customers.”

  “You heartless bastard. You know Voda didn’t send me to Onsen to set Hotsuma free. That was a fluke, a stupid coincidence.”

  “Details. The outcome is all the family cares about.” He ran his finger over the edge of the towel, tugging at it again. “I, on the other hand, am not up for all that drama just yet. If I have the proper distraction… say, finding out all the things the water can do to your body and how you’ll react when I do them…”

  “I hate you.”

  “So, is that a vote for putting everything out in the open and getting the ball rolling on the re-imprisonment of Uncle, your divorce, and the downfall of Voda?”

  Her shoulders slumped, and she let her hands drop to her sides. He’d won and he knew it. She had no choice. She didn’t have the power to go against the Mizuno family to protect Hotsuma and Voda. She probably never would. There was only one thing she could do.

  Masato pulled the towel open and let it drop. His gaze roamed over her body as he licked his lips. “Oh, yes. I can be very distracted with you. But not yet.” He glanced at the bedroom door. “Looks like Uncle is on his way back.”

  Lulu couldn’t stop her sigh of relief but she bristled when Masato laughed.

  “That’s not a reprieve, sweetheart. You’ll be seeing me again. When you do, I’ll have you screaming with pleasure just like earlier.” His laughter got louder as he walked back into the bathroom.

  She snatched up her towel and wrapped it around her body before running after him and slamming the door shut.

  Hotsuma entered the bedroom and frowned at her. “Lulu?”

  She forced herself to smile. “Sorry. I tried to swing the door closed and misjudged my strength. Did the phone call go okay?”