The sun began to set soon after dinner, and Sehrish returned to her room to study while the rest of the group hung out in the living room. Aika's eyes darted between Hank and Anna, until Anna dismissed them both with a wave of her hand.
"Take him, Aika-cho" Anna said. "He's yours. Show him why we call you 'The Butterfly.'"
They were the words Aika was waiting for. She popped up from her corner of the sofa and grabbed Hank by an arm.
"Come on!" she said. "I have things to show!"
Even though Hank had met Aika only once before, he knew her enthusiasm was out of character. After pulling him to his feet, she wrapped one of his arms around her waist, dragging him to the door. Despite her persistent tugging, he made her stop to let him put on his boots. But she wouldn't let him tie them, even after putting on sandals herself.
With Hank's arm back around her, she opened the door to her apartment, using both hands to tug him through it. But she was gone in a flash upon entering the hallway, running down the stairs alone.
"You forgot to close the door" Teek sang from her perch on the arm of the sofa.
Anna got up and closed the door. "Ach. She is crazy, isn't she?"
"You bet!" Teek said, bouncing while also begging. "Oh Anna! Let's go with them!"
"I'm not running around in the woods with Aika."
"They're not going to run around once they get there," Teek sang with her tongue sticking out. "Aika put on clothes only because she knew you were coming."
"Ah," Anna said, thinking about Hank alone in the woods with a naked Aika. She glanced at the door and then at Teek. After making up her mind, she sat next to Teek.
"It's too cold for that stuff anyway," Anna said. As Teek continued bouncing, Anna turned to her and huffed. "And could you please not hump the sofa?"
"Why are we taking the stairs?" Hank asked as Aika raced ahead. He didn't mind the exercise, but her apartment was five floors up.
"I don't like elevators," she said with more glee than he thought her whole body possessed. "They're confining. I feel disconnected in them."
Aika puffed on her words, as her pace was exhausting. Even so, she quickened. Hank had to concentrate on his untied boots, lest he trip on their laces and crash into her. It didn't help that he was a left-footed clod when compared to her elven grace. His overhead view of her gave a unique perspective, as her big man's white dress shirt shifted convincingly when she turned the corner at each of the landings. A hallway after the final flight of stairs led to an outside door, and she twirled to skip towards it backwards, giving her floppy knockers more fun ways to bounce.
"Come on!" she called again.
Hank noticed something interesting as Aika skipped backwards with only three of her shirt buttons buttoned. He calmly pointed it out.
"You're not wearing pants."
"I know!" she said, ecstatic.
She turned to bolt out the door. Once on the sidewalk outside she resumed skipping backwards, well ahead of him.
"Look!" she cheered in her quiet little voice, pulling her shirt up and over her face. "No pants!"
She did have on a pair of sensible white hipster panties. Mercifully, these didn't have a Neko cat tail sewn in the ass. She peeked at him from between the unbuttoned hems of her shirt as he stood by the door, holding it open to keep it from locking.
"I'm going back inside," he stated, stepping into the building.
Aika giggled unemotionally. "No, no, no, no!"
She raced up to him, keeping her boobs corralled by pulling down hard on her shirt. She took him by both wrists, feather-light in her grasp. Standing still and silent, several seconds passed.
"Don't be afraid," she said, looking into his eyes.
"I'm not afraid. You're naked."
"What I have on is no worse than a dress."
"Then act like a lady who's wearing one."
Hank shook off Aika's grip. He buttoned all the buttons on her big man's shirt. As he did, the door to her apartment building clicked shut, locking them outside. Now buttoned up, she skipped sideways while tugging him along.
"Aika?" Hank asked the tangle of indigo locks dancing before his eyes.
She let go of his hand so she could jump off the sidewalk and trot across a service drive that ran between her building and a wooded area that lay beyond.
"Yes?" came her reply after several seconds.
"Do you have a key to get in?"
"No. I don't."
"Great," he muttered to himself, feeling no delight at all.
Aika bounded down a ditch into a grassy meadow. She slowed, watching Hank pick his way. There was ambient light, and a partial moon hung in a clear night sky, but the ditch was steep and it left his feet hidden in the dark. Like the way Teek could never hold still, Aika hopped on her toes while waiting for Hank to catch up. As he navigated around every hole and hummock, she pranced among them, pulling her shirt off over her head to now wear only her underwear and sandals.
He scolded her under his breath upon noticing her nudity, yet felt foolish for doing so. She was older than him and he knew she was harmless, but he didn't feel comfortable chasing her white pantied ass into the woods. It turned out he didn't have to, for she suddenly disappeared, as if she'd fallen into a rabbit's hole. He called out, trotting up to the spot where he had last seen her.
"Aika!"
Giggles came from the ground at his feet. The temptress lay face up and spread-eagle, looking delicious in soft ten-inch grass. Hank thought about how scary Rio was, and how nasty Anna could be, and how both of them were often mean to him. Then he looked at submissive Aika, sweet and supple and willing. He knew with the slightest request, she would act more tart and sassy than the other two combined, and she no doubt had a great cosplay outfit to wear while sporting the attitude. But neither Rio nor Anna would ever lie naked in the grass, offering their body the way Aika was right now.
Once the giggling stopped, Aika spoke with pleasant authority. "You should take off your clothes."
"No. But thank you."
Aika rolled over and presented her butt to Hank. She gazed into the forest while using her toes to remove her sandals.
"I've never been here with a man," she said in a whisper. "I never bring anyone here. Almost never."
"Don't, ah… people come here on their own? You know. Like, all the time?"
"Uh-unh," Aika said, her hair swishing against her back as she shook her head. "I'm the only one. This is my sacred place." She twisted her upper body while still laying on her belly, flinging tangled locks out of the way to look at the man standing over her. "I'm taking you to a place where only I ever go. You have to come. It's important."
Aika bolted into the forest, leaving her shirt, sandals—and Hank—behind. A happy voice called out.
"Come on!"
He thought about scooping up her clothes before chasing after her, but he knew she wasn't waiting for him to catch up. He muttered to himself while trying not to curse.
"Aika, you are cute and sweet, and you're very hot. But you are a freak."
Twigs snapped and leaves rustled under his big boots as he groped through the underbrush. By comparison, her bare feet made not a sound. He caught a glimpse of her panties skirting through the trees before she disappeared.
"Aika! Where are you? I can't see anything!"
Hank's heart pounded more than necessary as his instincts told him he was lost. He was about to cry out again when a pair of white hipster panties floated towards him in the dark. They were followed by teeth in the shape of a smile, and then sage green eyes. A hand appeared below the teeth and took him gently by his.
Aika led him through the woods while walking backwards. It gave way to a hard-packed, granite glade. Stray leaves from the forest had laid down just enough loam to give the grass and plants growing there the thinnest layer of soil needed to survive. Aided by her beauty, the glade looked surreal. It was as if every creature who'd ever lost its home due to misfortune or urban sprawl could find safety here, to thrive and multiply.
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She kicked the tops off dandelions as she sang an ode of joy. "This is it, Hank-sama! This is it! This is my sacred place! My very special place in the whole wide world!"
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Aika's random scampering began to show intent—she was heading for Hank. At the moment he realized the danger, she broke into a run. He tried sidestepping away, but she was too nimble.
She tackled him as nicely as she could.
Now astride him and in his face, she worked at removing her panties. He began to wriggle free, but before he could escape, she stopped messing with her underwear and pinned him to the ground.
She leaned in close and smiled. "This is your place now, Hank-sama. You really should be naked."
"No!"
Using more force than a gentleman should, Hank got to a sitting position under Aika. She paid him no mind. With lightning speed, she spun on his hips to lay upon his legs, placing her tasty butt in front of his face. As he admired the view, she used the moment to slip off his untied boots, getting his socks to come as a bonus.
He shoved her by the ass to get her off. As he did, he saw arcing through the air what could only be his boots, each with a sock dangling from it. They landed some five meters away and in the darkness of the glade, it would take until dawn to find them.
Hank already felt the cold traveling up his ankles and, in a rare fit of anger, he hollered. "Why did you do that, you…"
"Yes, yes!" Aika cheered as she twirled away. Crickets and tree frogs all fell silent as she nearly screamed. "Say it, damn you! Say it! You bitch! You asshole! You whore! You worthless, useless slut!"
She stopped and stared at him from far across the glade, watching him rise to his feet. "Aika, please," he begged, speaking far more calmly. "I can't run around out here without shoes like you."
"Oh yes you can!"
She took long strides towards him, swinging her arms fully. She lowered her head as she grew near, looking at him through her tangled mop.
"You can do anything I can do, for I can certainly do you!" Hank wondered whether the typically asexual Aika was coming on to him, until she made it clear. "I can fuck anything I want out here, anything and anyone. I will take from you all I desire, and you will gladly take from me. Everything I offer, until there is nothing left!"
Hank said things to Aika as she menaced him, but she paid no mind.
"If you ask me to stop I'll fuck harder. If you are spent, I'll wrest more from you."
At the point in her approach where Hank thought he should back away, Aika suddenly stopped. She stared at him forlornly through her tangled hair, now so tiny and weak.
"If I were to beg," she said as a plea, "I hope you'd do the same."
A long moment passed as they stood motionless some ten feet apart. Aika looked like a zombie, with her milky white skin glowing in the moonlit dark, her face hidden behind snarled hair.
"You would do the same?" the zombie begged. "Wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Hank honestly admitted. "But only if you give me my boots."
"They're over here!" Aika cheered, scampering to where they lay. She plucked the them from the grass, holding them as high as her scrawny arms allowed—one boot in each hand, with one sock in each boot.
"May I have them, please?"
"You may," she said as she brought them to him. But instead of handing them over, she reached past him and dropped them on the ground, falling into his outstretched arms.
"But not yet," she said, her face buried in his soft shirt. "First, you must know this."
Aika took Hank by his hands and placed one on each of her butt cheeks, forcing him to tuck his thumbs into the hem of her panties. To his surprise, her naked body was warmer than his frozen hands. She melted against him, filling every crevice as if her flesh were clay.
"You really should be naked," she said.
"No, but thanks again. You should put on clothes."
Aika purred. "Mmm. Perhaps. But not until you dream."
"What?"
"Dream for me, Hank-sama. Dream."
She pressed his hands hard to her butt, and he engulfed it with the span of his grip. She spoke soft into his chest, rumbling, her voice in his heart.
"Dream."
With grace, Aika got her hands up and under Hank's shirt. Only when he felt two cold spots near his shoulder blades did he realize what she'd done. Taking control of his mind and body, she forced him to close his eyes.
"Dream."
The Universe gave way as every creature in the glade appeared, staring with beady eyes. Hank felt not only their presence, but the presence of their ancestors and children. He saw how once they had claimed many acres, miles, continents now gone, possessed by the realm of Man. Slowly they emerged, gazing at the mortal hugging their one true goddess.
With suddenness, Hank realized it wasn't the eyes of creatures, but the eyes of people. Across lakes and seas and oceans, people gawked and stared, as if he too, like Aka, stood naked and exposed. Stripped of all their guise, they knew not what they saw and only sensed a presence—her presence, and now his. They focused their hopes and dreams on them, their aspirations and their offerings, seeking guidance and consoling.
"Aika!" they cried by the millions, twenty million, six hundred, all of them a whisper. "Aika! Aika! Aika!"
Hank felt their needs as if they were being tranmsitted by a megawatt transformer. They ionized the air, electricity coursing through his veins, so much so he thought he might explode.
The whispers and tingles suddenly stopped. His bare feet felt like blocks of ice, frozen solid in tall grass.
"I think I'm getting frostbite," he told his nude captor.
Aika purred again, her head pressed hard against him. "Mmm. Did you see it? Did you feel them?"
"I did. I also feel my ass freezing off."
Still up and under his shirt, she rapidly rubbed his shoulders. She giggled and wriggled against him, using her body to warm up his.
"Oh my big Dreamer! You're so strong!"
Aika's antics created heat by friction, but what really did it for Hank was how the tips of her pudding-sack boobs tickled his belly button. He squeezed her pantied ass and lifted her to her toes by wrapping long fingers into her crack.
He laughed while growing hard. "All right, all right, Aika-cho!" She peeped with joy. "You've shown me your hidey-hole," he said. "Now take me back to your apartment."
She praised him while still being held on her tip-toes, letting him take control. "Your dreams are very big! They're strong and make demands, but the dreams of many are overwhelming."
Aika released Hank from her grip, yet he kept her up on her toes by still holding her by the ass. Then after slowly lowering her feet to the ground, she continued going down on him until she was on her haunches before his loins. She leaned purposefully against him, pressing a cheek to his manhood while groping the ground behind him to retrieve his boots from where they lay. Keeping the socks for herself, she slipped an untied boot onto one of his feet.
"When you see people for what they are," she explained as she labored, "they're not overpowering." She craned her neck to stare up at him, now resting her chin on his penis. "But when you choose to feel them…"
Aika had to shut up because Hank grabbed her head with both hands to keep from falling over, as she had picked up his other foot without warning. "I'd ask you what you're talking about," he said to the tangled locks he held in his hands, "but the explanation won't make sense."
"You'll see when you don't look so hard," she said. "You will see their dreams."
Having finished with the boots, she remained on her haunches and under his control. With supple agility, she slipped his socks onto her feet.
"If you show hate or fear," she continued, "or are rude or insulting, people won't dream for you. You will see from them what you want instead."
Now wearing his socks, she rose. With her tiny feet and skinny legs, she was able to pull the socks up to her knees. She carried on, a hair's breadth away from him with his hands still in her hair.
"That's nothing," she said to his Adam's apple. "That says nothing. You'll know this someday."
She had lost him three sentences ago. "Know what?" he asked.
"You'll know what I know. Because you're with me now!"
She wrapped soft naked flesh around him, cool and white and lovely, squeezing with all her might. "I dreamt for you the first time we were together," she said. "I showed you what you wanted to see. This time, you saw what I want."
There were too many tingles where her body pressed against his. He wished she would let go, yet found it strange to be in control of her head.
She panted for him lustily. "This is better than sex! Isn't it?"
"Aika, please. I can't. You're sweet and pretty, and I want you so much, but have mercy on me."
She laughed, bright and loud. "Ha! We're not gonna screw! Not like this!" She wriggled and tickled his tummy, swishing soft breasts against his hard meat. "What we are doing is better."
From what little Hank knew about sex, he had to agree. "I just can't," he said again.
"Mmm. Yes you can. Watch what I make you dream next."
She lowered her body along his, sliding down until it seemed certain she was going to service him. Then rising up, his shirt came along with her as she slid her hands along his back. Every hair, every pore, every patch of flesh they owned pressed tenderly together.
"Dream," Aika commanded.
The eyes of millions opened up with such force that Hank stumbled physically. But their goddess saved him, holding him and purring with her head upon his heart. Her hands dove into his jeans, and now she clutched at his bare buttocks.
"I'm giving them all to you."
"Hank!"
He feared taking a breath, lest the souls invade and consume him. The multitude called his name.
"Hank! Hank! Hank!"
Air forced life into his lungs, but only shoulder deep. He gasped. "Aika. Please."
She squeezed. "I'm protecting you. I give you everything. My soul, my very life."
"No."
"Yes. I know why Anna stalks you."
Hank stiffened, all eyes upon him. "You what? She what?"
Aika purred. "Mm-hmm. She hopes thinks prays believes in you to be her one true love."
Using the hands he still had in her hair, Hank pulled Aika's face from his chest. He stared into her sage eyes.
"She does what?"
Aika reveled in Hank's strength, resisting him to make him pull hard.
"Mmm. Honor her. Be her need."
"Huh?"
"She is a good person. You'd do well to learn from her."
"Okay."
"She's diligent and kind. So much so that those who love her are compelled to obey."
Like the sword, Hank realized.
"Like you," Aika said as if she'd heard his thoughts. "Together, you're the same."
Hank was done with freezing his butt while Aika talked nonsense in the dark. "Okay," he said, "I'm grateful for the time you've spent with me. You certainly have given me things to think about."
She danced away, to frolic in her glade. "You'll see!" she sang. "You'll see! Lots and many things!"
Hank began the long trek back to Aika's apartment. "I doubt it," he muttered.
She attacked from behind, squeezing him by his tummy. She swirled around to his front, to squeal at his butterfly lashes.
"God! You are handsome!"
"Thanks."
She allowed him to keep walking, stumbling backwards as she clung to him. She then turned to face forward while holding his hand, skipping alongside. He was mesmerized by the sight and sound of her flopping breasts.
"You're one in a billion!" Aika cheered, flopping her hardest for him. "One in a hundred billion! Let's show Anna right now!"
Hank slowed, causing Aika to tug at his hand. "Uh… Show Anna what?"
"Let's show her your dreams!"
Hank bent to scoop up Aika's shirt and sandals, still lying where she had left them. "Uh. No. Let's not."
Aika skipped away, heading towards the service drive. "Yes! Let's show her now."
"No. Wait. Let's not show Anna anything."
"Why not?"
Hank hurried to catch up. "Please. Just calm down a minute. You get me all goofed up in the head with my feet froze stiff to the ground, and you hug me while you're naked, and the next thing you say is, 'Let's tell Anna.'"
"No. I said, 'Let's show her.'"
Aika laughed, as Hank had surprised her by catching up to her field of vision. She admired the tiny pores of his alabaster skin.
"So," Aika said in reverence, "let's show her."
"No. I said let's not. Now I like you and all, and I like listening to you better than I like listening to anyone else, but Anna will know nothing about what we've done out here."
Aika mulled over Hank's demand. Her gait slowed as she padded across the asphalt in his socks.
"I'm afraid I'm going to say, 'Let's show Anna' again."
"Aika, I insist. We will not. I'm sure at times Anna tells you things that she expects you to keep in confidence."
"You haven't confided in me with anything."
"Then I expect you to respect me more, as I've yet to confide in you." Aika acted like something Hank had said actually sunk in. He pressed his point further. "We won't show or tell Anna anything. Respect my privacy, please."
Aika sang while skipping away. "Okay, but you're wrong! We should really show her. It would do the world some good!"
Not my world, Hank thought, his feet frozen almost too stiff to walk.