Subversive | Youkai #1

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Subversive | Youkai

Chapter 4 : 

If There Be Thorns

“Seek the tarnish and you shall find,For everything can come to those who have the desire.One can trust a few some of the time, But most none of the time.”

Hana can’t believe it! Not only has she finally got her long time crush to notice but, she finally gets to have them officially going out. And to top it all off, Hiki-kun is . . . ahem, dry humping her!

Unbelievable! Hana tries hard to fight off the blush that is inevitably creeping up to her cheeks, but it’s unavoidable. Though, as much as the girl doubts herself, the prominent tent in his hands that has been thrusting against her core screams out just how real this is.

It’s Hiki-kun, flesh and bones. This is really happening!

. . . . .

Ahri is on a mission.

Rika-sama has personally appointed the Nine Tailed Fox to f**k a certain human. He has no idea why his boss is so interested in a simple human girl, but he knows not to ask questions and accept missions as it goes.

Ahri is one of the favorites. One can tell by how far the lenght of things he would do, just to satisfied his mistress. So when Rika-sama has asked him to f**k a girl, he will not simply just screw her silly, but also mindfuck her thoroughly. That is how throughout the sneaky Nine Tailed Fox can really be.

But of course, a perfectly done mission is not complete without doing a little bit of background research. Ahri had found out that this girl happens to have a huge crush on a certain boy from her school, and the Master of Disguise did nothing but transform himself from head to toe into taking after the appearance of that boy. He is so skillful in this particular magic trick that Ahri can even go as far as imitating the boy’s voice also.

He had patiently waited until the real Hiki-kun lets his guard down, before Ahri puts the priest apprentice to sleep and locking him inside the back school’s storage room. The place is so abandoned that there is no way anyone will pass through that place, let alone save the boy. Ahri had also took an extra precaution by sealing the storage room with his youkai magic, just to make sure that when the sleeping spell does run out and the boy does wake up, he will not be able to escape and interrupt his well-prepared plans.

After that, it was off to finding the girl herself.

He couldn’t believe how trusting and easily tricked the girl is. Not only had he make her believe that he is the boy she likes, but he had also manage to lead her to an empty classroom, just so that he can trick her into f*****g him on her own accord. This is just simply too easy!

And that is how he finally finds himself thrusting up and down against Hana’s wet cunt. Albeit, they are still separated from her panties and the seam of his pants, but that will not last long. A good f**k is all about properly strategized foreplay, after all.

“Ah, um, urgh, ah! Hiki-kun!” The false name escapes her lips once again, moaning almost shamelessly, her voice echoing through the empty classroom.

Ahri mentally frowns at the name, wishing that she is moaning his instead. But no matter. It’s only a matter of time before he converts her to his liking.

A hidden smirk forms on the boy’s face, twisting the mask into revealing the twisted desires of the real monster behind the human flesh. Too bad, the Hanabito is too lost in her own lust to look down and see it.

. . . . .

Hana is in ecstasy. He starts on her lower legs, leaving burning trails as his fingers slither up to her legs in an agonizingly slow motion. She can feel his fingers slowly creeping to her forbidden place, slowly drawing circles beneath her calf until she willingly parts herself for him. His calloused fingertips cause goosebumps to rise on the girl’s supple skin, causing a shiver to make its way through her body. Her thighs part another inch further when his hands move up to her inner thighs. Hiki-kun doesn’t stop his searching fingers until they are wedged in between her legs. Hitting the jackpot, he wiggles her panties aside with his fingers — the movement too smooth and expertly than she first expected, but the girl is way too lost to even bother with that random though — and bares her for him to see. There are only the two of them in that classroom, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone passing through the corridor outside at this hour, but if one person busts in, he or she will be able to see her raised skirt and Hiki-kun’s fingers inside her panties.

He teases around her, slowly creeping around her entrance, relishing all the sweet little moans and whimpers she makes whenever he gets too close. His smooth fingertips explore every bit of her skin, and the act is way too shameful that Hana instinctively tries to close her legs. She can’t though. The boy has situated himself in between her parted legs, and Hiki-kun can be very persistent with his presence over there. He has got the first taste of her, and there is no way that any hormonal teenager like him will back off now.

“W-wait, Hiki-kun . . .” the girl starts, using one hand to push him back slightly.

“What’s the matter?” His voice sounds cool, but she can already see the slight dent in his pants.

“I-I-I don’t think I’m ready for this yet,” she says softly, face flushes with embarrassment.

“Why? Don’t you want to you this kind of thing with me?”

“I do, but anyone can just walk in on us right now.”

“School hour is over. No one’s gonna see us. Besides, don’t you think it’ll be more exciting if we do it in class?”

Hana can’t exactly deny him outright. She has no idea how many times she has imagined if Hiki-kun will just attack her in class, throughly her on the desk and just f**k her raw, her p***y so wide open for everyone to see.

He takes her silence as a confirmation, before continuing.

The boy touches her c******s, pinning it in between two fingers until it is almost too painful, while his other hand pushes her labia apart, before probing at her v****a entrance. Hana has no idea what to do with herself, yelping every once in a while, especially more so when his thumbs play at her urethra. There is no part of her vulva that escapes from his attention.

Hiki begins pressing at her muscle ring, the tightness fight him off all the way. But soon enough her soft depth is succumbing to the pressure, and his finger slips inside.

Her inner walls is silky smooth and wet. Hiki takes his time exploring her depths at every possible angle, wanting to cover his ground thoroughly. He wants to remember every inch of her. At the same time, he also makes it his mission to find her G-spot.

Hana lets out a particularly c**k-jerking mewl when his finger dips too far, and he knows right at that second that already found what he was looking for.

There is no room for foreplay or teasing anymore at this point. Her cunt feels too good. The boy just plunges a finger straight inside Hana-chan in one swift motion, causing her to gasp out loud. Finger f*****g has never felt so good, so exhibitionist before. She had pleasured herself so many times before, but it had always been in the safety of privacy in her own bedroom or shower. The thrill of potentially getting caught has her blood pumping fast, her excitement sky high — with the feeling overwhelming her so much that she almost wish she’ll get caught.

He has no idea just how many time she had imagined for this to happen. The boy has always been the main object of her fantasies. To have this actually happening . . . it’s just too much!

Hiki-kun starts with one experimentally, feeling around her insides. Her beaded walls are wet, soaked with her own juice, and she clenches around him, her muscles deliciously throbbing with achiness. She knows that it’s better to relax her muscles, but she is too hyped up about him at this point.

Hana hears him muttering something about her being so damn tight, stretching her out some more, before pushing another finger in. The second finger causes her dark depths to feel even more convinced that it already is. He feels so full inside her p***y, even though there are only two digits inside her. He fills her cunt up nicely, the warm flesh so pink and eager for him.

He starts out nice and slow, teasing her with his fingers, testing the waters ever so carefully. He feel so good, going in and out from her p***y in such an even rhythm. Hana is already comfortable like that, really, but then Hiki-kun starts picking up his pace after a while.

Another moan slides past her lips when Hiki-kun suddenly begins plunging his fingers in and out of her tightly clad p***y in brutal thrusts. She asks him to slow down, but he simply ignores her, too preoccupied in finger f*****g her cunt.

Hana’s arms instinctively hangs around his back — has needs something to grasp onto. The quick intrusion is too fast and too much for her — and the movement somehow reminds her of a distance nightmare she had not too long ago — but then biology takes over and her eyes rolls back into her head when the pleasure abruptly increases.

The boy only smiles in return, satisfied that he is also pleasing his partner. He then adds another digit, never stopping the flow of his punishing thrusts. He practically makes it his mission to make her c*m, making connections from fingers to cunt, rubbing her walls from every angle. His fingers f**k her up so good that Hana’s protests start turning into encouraging mewls.

That is also when her hands do their own exploring, snaking down the back of his shirt and straight into his pants.

He isn’t wearing a belt, so Hana-chan’s hands slide right in. Hotness surrounds her palms, even more so when she worms them past the elastic bands of his boxers. Feeling even bolder that she already is, Hana grips both firm ass cheeks and holds on to them for dear life.

The soft yet firm flesh only vamps up her arousal, inevitably slicking the heat that is clinging onto Hiki-kun’s fingers. Her brain registers that her nails are somewhat digging into his ass, causing him pain. But they are locked into place, and he’ll be prying her off later. If he notices what her hands are doing though, the boy simply goes on, sliding through her tunnel in jolting friction.

“M-more . . . deeper . . . ” she now whimpers, almost shamelessly, her nails digging into his skin, hard enough to draw blood.

The plea pushes him to do it. Obeying the girl, he curves his fingers deep inside her, causing Hana to thrash wildly in return.

She screams out loud, tell him of how close she is to cumming, when the fingers suddenly disappear, leaving her hole empty and aching for more. Suddenly, he slides off from her, dropping her back to the desk beneath her. 

“W-what . . . ?” Hana almost cries, rasping, her lungs lacking of oxygen. “Why did you—”

The girl doesn’t have time to finish her sentence. Hiki’s hands immediately fish for his zipper. He pulls it down, push his pants and boxer lower so that she can see his throbbing c**k springs out into action.

His erection is held at her attention, and the first thing she notices immediately is how big he really is. Words like thick, fat, and huge pop into her mind. His c**k is long, skin covered in velvety layer. He is so turned on right now that she can see every single veins that throb all over his d**k, beating like they are about to burst at any given moment. He is so hard for her that it makes her folds slick with more desire.

She wants it inside her.

Hana doesn’t even realize that she has admitted that thought out loud, but it’s already too late. Hiki-kun smiles a wolfish grin at her, and she thinks that he has never looked anymore handsome. 

In less than a second, he molds his body to hers, removing any slither of space between them. She can only feel the hard ridges of his body against hers, but that is all that matters.

His legs are between hers, and his erection lies heavily against their hot, sweaty body. Now she that can feel the vibration of it throbbing against her naked skin, the girl gulps in response.

Hana is lifted by her hips, her ass raised from the desk. He holds her from beneath her knees and pulls her into him with so much strength.

He growls when her p***y makes contact with the length of his c**k. Material rips from her legs and the girl shivers from being suddenly exposed to the cool air. Hiki-kun leans back for only a second, drawing down his zipper entirely, before pulling the rest of him out.

Hana salivats. He is so big, beautiful and engorged with arousal that it makes her crazy just seeing him.

Is this really happening? Is this truly, finally happening? Is she finally going to get f****d by Hiki-kun for real? This is not one of her fantasies, right? Sometimes she can close her eyes and imagine him like it were real.

But this throbbing c**k is authentic. There is no way that she is dreaming about all of this — her imagination can’t be this real! Yes, this is real. This is really happening! And they are going to have s*x, right here, right now. Too lost in the throes of passion to care about anything else other than each other.

“Now. Now,” Hana begs. She wasn’t so sure about this before, but right now, he needs to do something other than grinding on her! She needs him inside her, so desperately. Her need is driving her crazy and Hiki-kun doesn’t look any better.

He growls, a feral bellow that sounds almost too inhuman, as he positions himself aligned with her entrance and pushes through.

Her pink p***y lips part like a gate as the tip of his c**k dips into her. Hana groans out and grips at his hair at the streak of pain. Her body is not accustomed to his size, the foreign invasion too huge for her small body. It takes a few thrusts from his part to allow the girl to finally become used to it.

Hana braces herself, waiting for the impact of her lost of virginity that will never come.

The boy rests the side of his head against hers, seating himself within her slowly. Then, he begins to move. He f***s her so hard that he has to grip at her thighs tightly, else he will pound her until she falls. Hana’s ass hammers against the desk with each powerful thrust.

Hana has no idea how long they are at it afterward. All she knows is pain and pleasure — pain from the enormous size; pleasure from the sensation of his c**k frictioning against her walls. It feels too good to be true, almost as if she is in a dream. But the sting of her muscle walls being parted so widely like this keeps her grounded to reality. She can’t believe it thought. Hiki-kun is finally inside her for real!

All good things must come to an end though, and Hana is about to learn it the hard way. While the girl throws her head back in ecstasy, the boy’s form begins to falter, slowly revealing the true appearance of the body.

Cock is embedded and thrusting inside her, the male penetrating her starts to change. His dark brown hair turns into a much lighter shade, until long strands of shocking white shade take its place, extending to the line of his waist.

Two arched mammal ears peek out at the top of his head from beneath the large mass of hair. The figure grows at least two feet taller, skin turning several shades paler, eyes crimson instead of chocolate brown, and lips redder, as if painted by fresh blood.

Hana still remains oblivious, until she finally the sharp stinging pain of a youkai’s nails grazing at the bare skin of her upper thighs.

The girl goes completely still at the sight before her. Instead of Hiki-kun, another person stands before her, taking the place where her boyfriend is supposed to be. Tall, strong jawline, pale chiseled chest and eight pecs. A silver dust of hair trail at the center, where his deep V line points toward.

The girl makes a sharp intake of breath as she takes him in, but dares to look even further down. Just as she fears, his d**k is now buried inside her p***y. No! This is not how she pictures her first time to be.

Hana blinks, hoping that this is all a nightmare. But it’s not going away.

She quickly tries to scramble away from him, but he immediately grabs hold into her even much stronger than before, the amount of pressure he puts on her is enough to keep her from trying to leave. Hana lets out a desperate cry for help, but he simply silences her with a mouth devouring kiss, his tongue darting past the gap in between her lips, invading her mouth.

Her cries are muffled by the kiss, and she can feel his bold tongue dancing against her panicked one. Hana uses her hands to push him away, but it feels like as if she is trying to push a wall of bricks. His chest is hard like stone, and her attempts make no effect.

No! She doesn’t want this! She doesn’t want him. Please! Stop thrusting into her! The once delicious friction now turns into a series of hammering full of dread. He f***s her cunt good, not carrying that the girl doesn’t want him anymore. Yet the more she struggles, the more he is excited for her. If it is possible, she can feel his c**k pushing against her clamped walls even more, thanks to the growing size. Oh, Kami . . . this can’t be happening . . . .

The human girl watches in horror as the youkai’s fat d**k thrusts in and out of her forbidden hole, filling her up again and again, the head of his c**k slamming home into the opening of her womb every single time until her cervix feel sore and tingled all over. But that’s not the only place she is hurting. Her v****a walls are inflamed, aching at every corner and inch from the hammering c**k. He f***s her hard until everything below her waist feel tender, to the point that she can’t feel her own legs.

It hurts . . . She doesn’t want this . . . .

Tears stream down the sides of her face as her eyes emptied out. No . . . Her first time . . . It was supposed to be with Hiki-kun, not this unknown guy.

The girl is so scared that she doesn’t even notice the ears and tails that twitch from the white haired male. She still doesn’t think that youkais are real — she thought that all of those things happening in the infirmary were just a dream. And as her thrashing decreases, he takes full advantage and f***s her even harder, releasing her upper thighs, only to grab her by the ass and brings her even closer to him, entering her deeper than it is possible.

Now that the support on her body is gone, Hana falls back against the surface of the desk. He fills her up so good and thoroughly, pounding into her so hard that her new bra snaps out of place from beneath her sailor shirt.

The muscles on his entire body clenches when he cums. The man releases his seeds into her in a full wave of cemen, shooting out strings after strings of c*m until they add up to several pints.

Stars fill his vision, his grip faltering. He is still fully stuffed inside her, but he looks positively delirious, as if he has just been pumped up with so many drugs in his system.

Is it over? If so, then now is a good time for her to escape!

Hana scrawls away, her p***y feels like a b***h when she makes him pull out of her. A steady stream of c*m leak out from her p***y hole, looking like a broke faucet. Hana swallows the bile that is threatening to overcome her and continues to move along. The guy is still stunt, probably too tired after what he did to her.

Legs limping and p***y leaking, Hana forces herself to keep walking despite the pain and shame she carries. Every step she takes leave trails of c*m droplets. Her body screams at her to rest, but her mind commands her to move. She can’t stay here. She needs help. Who knows what will happen to her if he decides to catch up. Yes, just a little bit more. Keep moving. Don’t look back, she tells herself.

When she is just about to slip past the door, she makes a split second decision to glance behind, only to see that the guy is still standing at the same spot, barely acknowledging her. Good, he is not pursuing her. She can make it. She just needs to run away.

Semen rubs at her v****a walls as she walks. Hana smells like sweat and s*x, a reminder of what has happened to her. She tries to push it aside and keep limping through the corridor. She just needs someplace safe for now, and then she can deal with the rest. She can no time for self-wallowing right now — not when her safety is at take. She doesn’t think she can take another assault on her body.

Shivering with tears and rasping for breaths, the girl stumbles through the dark, lonely corridor until she makes it to the stairs. Just before she can figure out how she is going to make it downstair without falling with her unsteady legs, something heavy pushes her down, causing her to land on the floor.

“Not so fast, b***h,” a dark, dangerous voice whispers against her ear, causing a chill to run down her spine. She is suddenly aware of how close he is to her, his large body caging around her, pressing some of his weight on her, plastering her to the ground from head to toe. Hana tries to desperately wiggle herself free from him, but it only causes more skin contact with him. 

She can feel the back side of her skirt riding up as she moves, the curve of her fair, naked ass sliding against his probing c**k — which is amazingly still hard, after all this time. 

“Let go of me!” she screams out. She has lost her chastity to him. What else does he want from her? “I can’t . . . Please.”

“Now, now, why would I want to let go of such a good f**k like you?” he asks, his tone dark and sweat, his fingers brushing against strands of her hair like a lover’s touch. Hana whimpers in response, more tears threatening to spill from her big, beautiful eyes.

“Hsssh, don’t cry.” She doesn’t want to hear her assaulter soothe her like this, yet here he does. It’s disgusting. She hates him! “I’m gonna f**k you up so bad, you won’t be able to walk away from me anymore. It’ll be so good, you’d actually beg for more.” He mistakes her shivering fear into something of pleasure, and grinds his hips against her asscheecks in return.

Hana shakes her head in refusal, not wanting to feel any part of it. Not again.

“What’s wrong? Not feeling up to it? But you were such a good girl before. You enjoyed it so throughout, you even came on me.” She did? Hana didn’t even realize it.

Suddenly, she can feel finger probes at her p***y hole, sliding in and rolling around inside her. The girl whimpers, preparing for the worse, when the fingers are sudden gone just as fast as they creeped in. He then brings up his c*m stained fingers right in front of her line of sight, allowing the girl to see how the strings of lubrication slowly drip from them.

“See this? I felt you, when you came around me. You gripped around me so hard that you made me came inside you.”

He does all of this just to prove that he is not lying. But so what if it’s true? It was still nonconsensual. She did not agree to this! She doesn’t want him! She thought that she was making love to Hiki-kun, not this guy. How did he manage to fool her into thinking that he was Hiki-kun in the first place, anyway? She didn’t see it clearly back then, but there is no way that Hiki-kun just decides to disappear and let this guy takes over, right?

“Not complying? Fine. But I won’t take no for an answer.” He is just about to slip in, when Hana abruptly speaks again.

“W-who . . . Just who are you really? Why are you doing this to me?”

She can feel him smirk narcissistically, before answering, “I’m Ahri, the great Nine Tailed Fox demon. And you, human, is the Hanabito, my Mistress’ personal experiment. I am to f**k you until you’re ruined, and that’s my only order.”

What order? What experiment? “No, you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name’s Hana, not Hanabito.”

“I don’t care what your name is, but I know that you’re the Hanabito that my Mistress wants.”

“Why are you doing this to me? What for?”

“I told you already. Now, enough talk. I’m gonna make you scream my name next.”

He rolls off, but not entirely. Most of his weight is still on her legs. He sits in between her legs, face too close to her inner thighs. He lifts one of them up, throwing it over his shoulder. That is all the warning she gets before Hana can feel something slimy sliding into her v****a.

“Aaahhh! No!” she squirms in surprise, not expecting him to put his tongue in there, at her most forbidden place.

He doesn’t respond verbally, but instead flicking his tongue across her vulva, before sliding the tip into her dark depths. Hana wiggles her hips instinctively, not wanting to encourage him any further, but also can’t stop him from doing whatever he pleases. Her fingers arch out, entwining around strands of his white hair in desperate need for something she can’t fathom. Ahri pulls his tongue out too soon, only to flick her across the c******s. She lets out a whimper of cry, not expecting the sensation to be much more sensual that it actually is. No, she doesn’t want this . . . But why is she moaning?

Ahri slips his tongue back inside her again after he is done playing with her cilt. He swirls his tongue around her, causing more moans to come out from her small pink lips. Her cries of moan just continues to get louder and louder from then on. The more he eats her p***y, the more sensitive will her inner walls become, thus, the more easier it is to make the girl feels relaxed. He licks and sucks on her cunt until the girl stops fighting altogether. Her tongue is merciless, ramming her up from within so good, Hana is forced to swallow her shame and c*m right into his mouth.

A familiar glow of green appears from the center of her body, spreading to her bust area. Ahri’s hands immediately go for her top, gripping tight and tearing it in half from the middle, the material snapping like paper against his demonic strength. Hana gasps as more cold air hits her skin, causing her n*****s to stand erect as a result.

The green light covers up her breasts entirely, and Hana is surprised when she looks down. This . . . feels nostalgic, as if it has happened to her before, instead of being the first time that strange green light sudden glows from her body.

“W-what did you do to me?” Hana is all but whisper.

Heat overwhelms her, causing the girl’s entire body to feel feverish. Something deep and familiar is pulling from inside her, and all of a sudden her breasts grow heavier. Hana is rasping for air now, too tired from the forced ejaculation and the change that goes through her body.

Ahri grabs a handful of her breast, noticing how it has just gone up a cup bigger in less than a minute. Beautiful. Magnificent. The Hanabito is truly something special after all. How interesting. He has just f****d and made the Hanabito c*m. He can’t wait to share this tale with his friends and rivals. But for now, he has quite a few despicable things to do to her.

He grips into the breast hard, causing it to expand in his hand. The lump of meat is soft and tender, and he can’t wait to play even more. He wants to mold her entire being until she is shaped to his liking, until she can’t live without having a c**k stuffed inside her, just like how his Rika-sama wants it.

“Ah, I get it now,” he says thoughtfully with a cool and calm tenor voice as he rubs his thumb against the hardened peak. “Your seal only unfold when I manage to satisfy you. I guess we both know what I’m gonna do next. I can’t wait to taste your nectar as well,” Ahri says, flicking his tongue over his lips, as if he has just tasted something wonderful — well, he did, it was her juice.

No, she doesn’t know or understand any of this at all. Seal? Nectar? What do those things got to do with her?

Hana is not spared for long, because before she knows it, his monstrous c**k is entering her again, the glan of his c**k sliding past her pink p***y lips. She lets out a breath she doesn’t aware she has been holding. He thrusts until every inch of his c**k disappears inside her, and Ahri makes sure that she watches all of this happening when he does so. Hana wants to cry and shut her eyes from the world, but he pinches and twists her n****e, painful enough as a reminder, or a threat — so she keeps her teary eyes open as wide as possible, not wanting to earn more pain for her poor, used up body.

“Oh, I’ll give you used up. But you’re not there yet; not even close,” he replies to her inner thoughts, making her snaps in surprise.

“You can hear my thoughts?” Her brown eyes widen up in such an adorable way that Ahri can’t help but wanting to tease her even more.

He knows that she is just basically curious, but the Nine Tailed Fox can’t deny the certain innocent appeal the girl has, despite her growing breasts. What size is she now? An E cup? Hah! He’ll f****d her up so good, he’ll have something to brag about with the other demons. Especially that pair of brothers, Aka Oni and Tsuriki, for flaunting their first time with the Hanabito, just because they were assigned first by Rika-sama.

Though Ahri can’t really blame them for being chosen — if Ahri were to get chosen first, there would be nothing left of the girl but an empty shell. The Nine Tailed is known for his brutality. But that doesn’t matter. He’ll make sure that their report will sound like a bedtime story, nothing but a pale in comparison to his once he is through with this girl.

“One but the many tricks I have, little one,” he sends his thoughts directly to her mind.

Hana gasps in return, surprised to hear his voice inside her head.

Such an innocent reaction. Everything about her is so innocent, so gullible, even though he can tell by her scent that her body is anything but. She was no longer pure by the time he first entered her, yet she still acts as if it were her first time. Curious. According to the brothers’ story, she should no longer be a virgin, having been used in so many despicable ways by those two. This makes him wonders; is she just pretending that it didn’t happen to her, or does she honestly forget? Well, it doesn’t really matter which it is, because right now, all he wants to do is make her scream.

Ahri snaps his hips together with hers, pounding into her harder. Hana lets out a strangled sound that is close to that of a tormented bird, saliva dripping from the cavern of her mouth as she does so, leaking from the corner of her lips. He f***s her so deep and hard until she lets out sultry sounds of encouragement.

And my, how beautiful she sounds. Rutting makes her even more bolder, unable to control what her body wants to give off, going as far as voluntarily meeting his thrusts, her hips moving by their own. They continue meeting each other at one point like that, until he can feel fire burning in the pit of his stomach once more, before pooling right in his loins. It urges him to buck his hips even further, giving her the complete fullness that she has been waiting for by slamming in even deeper.

The impact is so harsh and outrageous that the human girl sounds as if she is dying. His c**k is strangling her by the cervix, in a way that a pair of hands can choke a person, trapping her in between two extreme points of pain and pleasure.

She doesn’t want to feel like this, least of all by him. But to Hana’s disgust, she feels the slightest stirring of arousal, followed by a bunch of other sensations that just keeps pouring to the rest of her body, all originated from the places that makes contact with his huge d**k. She wants to squash it all away, but the more she fights, the harder it becomes to concentrate. The girl fights off the pleasure by straining herself, going so far until her own strength choles her up. A single tear of frustration rolls out of her eyes when she can’t properly reject him anymore. The more he touches her, the more inclined her body becomes to accept the bastard.

It hurts, hurt like nothing she has ever had in her entire lifetime. It is worse than breaking a bone; it feel like her very soul is being stabbed and gutted like a pig, leaving a huge gaping wound where she had once been a whole. She hates this, but she can’t do anything about it.

“See? I know you’d like it.”

“Yes, that’s it! Take it. Take me like the b***h you are.”

“Such a good cunt. So good, so wet,” he hisses with clenched teeth, as if in pain.

He teases her as he f***s her until her pride is trampled to the ground. Hana bites her bottom lips. It hurts so much until it becomes so good, yet the girl is still in denial with herself.

He sets a steady pace, thrusting in and out until she is completely lubricated. Hana thinks it is probably blood from her loss of virginity, or the abundant amount of semen that he had left inside her previously, as she likes to think that she is not aroused by the slightest.

The girl cums first. Green light appears from her chest once more; but this time, Ahri is prepared. Palms fondle her breasts, fingers gripping her n*****s and thumbs bruising painfully at the tips of her peaks. 

His mouth latches into her just when her breasts are inflating yet again. Hana squeals in response, surprised by the contact of his hot mouth. “No, stop . . . ! Aaahh! No, not there . . . please . . . .” His tongue licks the hardened bead, and all is lost. Her breasts go up another cup, and then he begins sucking, his mouth moving to pump her up so hard until the skin around her n****e turns red and warm liquid begins pouring out from her body.

It’s more than just milk; this is her nectar, the juice of pure Hanabito energy. Ahri gulps down the liquid greedily, each swallow is like honey gold. He doesn’t think he has ever tasted anything like this before. The Nail Tailed Fox is lucky to be able to live this long to encounter the legendary female. She tastes positively heavenly, and he doesn’t think he will be able to stop anytime soon. He is drunk in power already, and he has only taken a few full sips. He can’t stop; he needs more.

Ahri’s clutch on her breast grows stronger, causing Hana to yelp in pain when his grip becomes too tight. Her new enlarged breast bulges painfully in his sturdy hand, while her n*****s continue to redden until the skin becomes way too sensitive to be comfortable as he sucks on her harder. His c**k is still embedded deep within her dark depths, and she can feel the hard length stirs within her body by the second, causing her to widen her eyes in surprise. No way. He is still growing hard even now? After all of that?

“You like this, don’t you?” He releases her n****e only for a few moments to speak, causing his lips to brush against her overly sensitive flesh as he does so. But the pull of the Hanabito power is too addictive, and as a result, Ahri is completed to return to the hardened pebble that has been erected to his attention. “Admit it! Look at how much c*m to make. You’re clearly enjoying this. Dirty, dirty girl,” he oils her up with insults, grinding his hips deeper. He doesn’t speak the words, but instead resonate it in her head this time, just so that he can make sure that she will not be able to escape from him.

As he focus his attention back to latching onto her n****e, Ahri wonders where he should take the girl next. They had done it in the classroom, and just now in the middle of the hallway. While he had always favor these two places, they just simply are not public enough. He likes the challenge, and testing the brink of the limit by f*****g in public places really excite the fox demon even more. Feeling bolder, he intends to take this to the next level. And what better ways for them to do so than—

Not even bothering to remove himself from the human girl, he hooks his arms beneath her knees and carries her straight up the stairs, not even bothering to warn her for the sudden change. They zoom past the place in a blur, so fast that Hana doesn’t even get the chance to breath air in. She blinks, and the next thing she knows, she is already—

—heading straight up to the rooftop, ass planted on the edge of the railing, legs hooked around the young man’s muscular waist and the rest of her body hanging free forty feet above the ground from waist up. No, nope. Not good at all.

Hana suddenly finds herself jerking her body forward and flinging her arms around the guy’s wide torso, hanging into him for dear life. But then realization soon kicks him and the girl finds herself scrambling away from him as fast as she can, wanting to put herself in as much distance from her rapist as possible. What is she doing? She doesn’t want his filthy body touching hers!

But then her balance slips, and Hana finds herself falling and screaming for help. Ahri grabs her wrist just right at the last minute, stopping her mid fall. Her legs are cramming, stuck between wanting to hold him and letting go. Fear makes her insides clench, and that is when Hana realizes that after all this time, his d**k is still inside her!

How dare he? After all this time, and he still has the nerves to stick himself inside her forbidden place still? Hana automatically tries to move away from him, but that only causes her ass to painfully squeeze against the edge of the railing, leaving the metal pipes to dig into her bosom in the most uncomfortable manner, right at the center. Hana hangs in between the rooftop and falling down. Her entire being is so full of dread that she can’t even mutter a single comprehensible word to voice out her concern. I’m gonna fall, I’m gonna fall, I’m gonna fall, her mind frantically chants while Ahri simply looks down on her, not showing any indication of wanting to help her out at all.

Hana’s body is shaking. She can’t get a good grip of the railing from this angle, but she can grab on to him. She glances at his hand, all of a suddenly overflowed with imagines of what he had done to her with those hands, those fingers . . . and all too soon she shuts her eyes out and grabs onto his arm for dear life, feeling every fiber of his hard muscle.

She can already feel him smiling from her desperate action already, but the girl refuses to open her eyes. She does not need to see his smug face. But what else can she do but grab on to him? She doesn’t want to die; she’s too young, and everything’s too soon. She can’t give up on her life yet, even despite how tained it has become from the last couple of minutes.

The sun hangings low at the horizon, closing to dusk. Blue hues are starting to peek from the overly flowing orange panorama, yet Hana still persistently refuses to pull any further, barely hanging by Ahri’s arm. His arm might be a solid holding point, but her strength will soon falter; and when that happens . . . She doesn’t want to think that way. There has to be another way.

Hana hates to admit it, but she is at a disadvantage. She will either have to swallow her pride and ask for her rapist’s help, or she can die trying.

“Come on, little girl. You’ll have to do something soon; you won’t be able to hold on for long. I know you’re afraid; I know because I can read your mind,” he taunts her, tone overbearing.

“Then stop reading it!” the girl snaps snarkily.

“Tsk, tsk, don’t give me that tone, young lady. Remember who is keeping you from falling. I can stop helping you at any given moment.” And just to make sure that he is not kidding, he makes her releases his arm.

“Gggyyyaaaaaahhhh!!” Hana cries out loud, freaking out beyond any point as she can feel gravity beginning to drag her down in a fast moving environment. She is so scared that she’d do anything for this to stop—

And then sudden it does stop.

Hana blinks, dishevelled. She can feel his arm circling around her waist, his c**k tugged just a little bit deeper into her as he lowers himself toward her to get a hold on her.

Then, he mutters one syllable. “Promise?”

“What?” she asks stupidly, brain still feeling woozy from hanging upside down, blood centering around her top half, her heart beating so fast that its the only constant sound she can hear clearly for some time.

He doesn’t seem to be bothered by the question, but instead explaining his question elaborately with patience. “Do you really mean it, when you said that you’re gonna do just about anything?” He speaks so close to her that she can smell his sweet, seductive breathe.

All beautiful things have thorns, and masked pleasant scents can lead to a deadly trap, she has to remind herself. She has to tread carefully with this one.

“I won’t say I’d do just about anything,” she speaks out as calm as she can, despite the still echoing fear. “In fact, I don’t remember saying anything at all; I only thought about it.”

“Thoughts, words; same difference. What matters is if you’re sincere or not.”

“Of course I am! I’ll die if you won’t pull me up!” she almost yells rudely, but it’s just her frustration playing out.

“So what? Humans die all the time. What will saving you make any difference?” he speaks cold heartedly. Well, his words are honest, but they are painful truth.

“Well, well,” the girl tries hard to rack up her brain, “if you won’t save me, then I guess you won’t be able to rape me again.” But she almost regret saying it right after she does.

“Rape? I won’t really call that rape; not when you seem to enjoy it on your own.” He sounds it off as if she is blowing things out of proportion, and his false accusation causes her to blush in embarrassment. “And having your repeated removed seals gives the prove to that,” he sniggers, showing off a set of wolvish teeth, “Besides, what makes you still I won’t have any use of you after you died. f*****g a corpse is still doable for me.” If his theory proves to be right, then she still hasn’t know about anything about herself yet, which means he can work this to his advantage. Gullible, easily manipulated humans. They are all the same no matter what era it is. Oh, how fun!

Hana simply stares at him in horror, picturing him pounding her dead body until he cums inside her yet again. Her body lets out an involuntary shiver, causing her to vibrate a little bit against him.

“T-that’s inhumane,” she accuses.

“I’m not human, so that’s irrelevant. Besides, are you just planning to talk me out until I grow bored of you? You do realize what it means if I lose interest on you, right? I won’t hesitate to leave you to die.”

His words get her to really think this thought. She really doesn’t want to die, and would like it very much if she can just avoid the whole scenario entirely . . . no matter how much she will hate what she has to do.

“A-alright then, what do you want me to do?”

He smiles a wicked grin, grinning from ear to ear. “Now that’s more like it. You can start by . . . let’s see, clenching your walls?”

“W-what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that, little girl. You know what I want from you. Now do as I say, or else,” he purposefully lets the word hangs, promising something dreadful through the silence.

“O-okay, fine.” Hana gritted her teeth, before doing as he says, the action allowing her to feel the outline of his c**k, though just slightly.

“That’s not enough. I know you can do much better than that. Do it again, but better this time,” he hisses at her gripping her waist a little bit to tight until she can feel the sharp edges of his demonic nails digging threateningly, nipping at her skin through her disheveled top.

Hana takes a deep breathe, before using her entire muscle to clench. Hard. That is when she can really feel him. It’s like a slap to her face. His c**k is embedded so deep into her, Hana even discovers places she never knew existed within her. Bulged limp pushes her walls aside, forcing her body to take him in. He is so deep that she can feel the head of his c**k filling up her small womb. He is so huge, the pain of being stretched so far off finally catches up to her. It causes her to cringe in pain. Seeing her facial expression changes uncomfortably causes his own to twist into a pleased sadistic smile.

“Now that’s more like it,” he says, before pulling her up, though he doesn’t entirely does so, not allowing her feet to touch solid ground yet.

“L-let me down,” she whimpers, trying to push him away and let her pass through, but his body refuses to budge, hard like a brick wall.

“Not yet. I still have something else for you to do.”

“Can’t we do it after you help me?” she tries to argue.

“No, it has to be done here and now,” he says sternly.

Since he won’t budge, Hana has no any other choice but to abide him.

“Fine then, what else do you want?”

“I want you to f**k me.”

Hana blushes, but she refuses to back down from his rude phrasing. “Isn’t that what we had already done? Twice, if I remember correctly.”

“That was me f*****g you. You haven’t participated at all.” She won’t say ‘at all’. Beside, she was the receiving end of both times, after all. “I want you to reciprocate as well. React as you must, but I want you in it as well.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s more fun this way,” he answers as if it is the most logical explanation.

“I’m not having fun from this. At all!”

“I don’t care. Just do as I say, or I’ll drop you again. For real this time.” Hana won’t put it past him to keep the end of his word. This self-proclaimed demon already proved to her numerous times of just how ruthless he can be if he so pleases. She can’t risk being killed. Not like this. Not when she hasn’t even—

Ahri makes the decision for her by tipping her forward, causing her entire weight to center at his midsection, where they are physically connected. The fox demon moves his hips, causing his c**k to be pulled then thrusted right back in. He repeats the motion. Then again. Again and again until Hana is so close to the edge of her release, when he abruptly stops.

He doesn’t look as breathless as she is, but the girl has a feeling that he had done this purposefully just so that he can put her on edge. And now that she is so close to her limit, her mind can’t think straight, and she will be more than inclined to be manipulated. The thought makes Ahri grins even wider.

“How is it? Feeling good? What me to make you c*m?”

Hana does all but nod, shaking so hard from want.

“Tell me. Tell me how much to want me.”

“I-I— I want you . . . so bad . . . .”

“Louder! I can’t hear you.”

“I want you, please!”

“Say my name,” he whispers to her ear, before nipping at her earlobe. The action causes Hana to jolts in surprise, her p***y clenching around him in respond. Delicious.

“A-a—” Hana tries hard to do so, but his c**k is embedded so deep within her, so invading yet not moving. She can’t think straight. Her walls itch for him to move, even though deep down she knows that it’s probably a bad idea.

“Say my name!”

“Ahri-sama!”

“Yes, louder!”

“Ahri-sama!!”  she cries out.

He rewards her by slamming his d**k into her, before thrusting hard and fast. He hammers into her so hard that her whole body shakes from being f****d by him.

“Ah, Ahri . . . sama, I c-can’t . . .” Hana bites back a moan that is threatening to escape from her lips. This is her last defence.

“It’s alright. Let it all out. I want to hear you,” he says to her softly, despite having his hips moving so vigorously.

He f***s her so fast that his movement is all but a blur, heat centering around their guts and genitals.

No longer feeling so ashamed, Hana allows herself to let loose. “Ah! Yes, Ahri-sama. Please, I need more. f**k me. Ah . . . !!”

Lewd sounds begin to escape from her full lips, and the more the f**k her, the more wanton she becomes. She is so loud that mewls of her cries can be heard from all the way across the field, unintentionally waking a certain boy that had been put under a sleeping spell at the back of the school.

. . . . .

The boy stirs in his sleep, feeling extremely drowsy. He drifts in and out from slumber. It takes him a while to get used to waking up, but when he finally finds his strength, he rebels. This power . . . It feels familiar. No, wait! It’s a youkai’s! But how? Wait a second, don’t tell him that a youkai has managed to walk past the barrier? s**t! He blacked out! How did this happen? Baka!

. . . Need to get out. Need to find her . . . . The Hanabito must not fall into the demons’ hands . . . .

. . . . .

No matter how hard she tries to pull away . . . to distance herself from his forbidding pleasure, she just can’t. He just pulls her right back in, slamming hard into her balls deep. Eventually, her self-control is weakened so much until she can no longer fight back this imperious need. She needs to get filled. And let’s be honest, it feels too good to deny. The guy is a good f**k, and he clearly knows what he is doing. So why not just accept what he wants to freely give to her?

Hana is caught off guard when Ahri suddenly lets go of her. A scream is choked in his throat before the girl can feel her body being stretched so far back again, the legs that are wrapped around his waist is the only factor that is keeping her from falling down to her death now. Ahri tightens her hold around him, before continue f*****g her, as if nothing happens. Hana feels dizzy, being balance upside down like this. But the fat c**k keeps reentering her, making her feel torn between dread and pleasure, the two spectrum of emotions hammering at her by every beat of the demon’s thrust.

The brunette wraps her legs tighter around him, not wanting to let go for two major reasons. Hana fights hard to stay still, but the more he pounds into her, the further her body goes past the railing, and the weaker does her grip become. If this goes on . . . Kami, if this goes on . . . She doesn’t know if she will c*m or fall first.

In the midst of it all, she can hear something does a sharp intake of breath from afar. Hana doesn’t even bother to glance behind Ahri’s back, his shoulder too broad for her to waste any energy looking over from anyway. And even once her eyes settle into the familiar figure, her brain still can’t register it, until it’s too late.

Looking in horror from the distance is none other than Hiki-kun, her crush!

No! She doesn’t want him to see her like this!

But the damage has been done, and having Ahri sending powerful drills straight into her cunt is just too much. She arches her back, her legs wrapping tighter around him. He f***s up her cunt until she can no longer let go. Not even while Hiki-kun is standing right over there, watching with an unknown expression on his face.

“No, Hiki-kun . . . Don’t look,” she whimpers, full of shame.

“What’s wrong, Hana-chan? Not feeling so up to it now that your favorite boy is here? Well, that’s too bad. At least I have your juice soaked p***y to entertain with,” he taunts her openly. “Oh boy, you have no idea what you’ve been missing. I have no idea why you’ve been holding back even up to now. Her p***y is so good, you’ll pretty much get addicted to it after a while. Too bad she wasn’t a virgin anymore; bet her blood would have tasted fantastic. What? It was already long gone before I got to her. Why? What’s wrong? Why don’t you say anything? Too flustered? Disgusted? You’re not asexual, aren’t you?” Ahri narrows his eyes at the boy, noticing something lacking.

Normally, a normal teenage boy would have gotten a hard on from just watching a p***y getting slammed. But this boy doesn’t even show the slightest bit of discomfort at all. Not from in between his legs, at least. He still glares at the youkai as if he wants to exterminate him. Ahri knows that he can’t, though. The school is within Rika-sama’s jurisdiction. If the priest boy were to attack, he would break the treaty between them and their shrine followers.

“H-hiki-kun,” Hana practically begs, not sure if to deny or encourage.

“I-it’s not that I don’t want to save you,” the boy says with difficulty, eyes clearly averted, not wanting to watch the demon’s c**k disappearing into the girl’s . . . forbidden place, “but I’m not allowed to attack him.”

Hana gasps, both from his response and having Ahri pinching at her c******s so intensely, pre-c*m practically shots out from her pee hole in slight bursts of warmth, warming both of them up even more than it already is. Ahri releases her momentarily, just to lick his fingers off her many different mixture of liquid, having accumulated some of her juice and pre-c*m as well not so long ago.

“Stop looking at him. You’re here to pleasure me, remember?” he reminds her, before continue snapping their hips together.

His presence is everywhere, and the human girl can’t escape from him. She doesn’t want her crush to watch this, but she herself can’t even control her mouth from not letting out mewls of pleasure from her lips. It feels so good . . . being f****d and owned like this. The rush of falling catches up to her again, and Hana is once again torn, completely ensnared in Ahri’s manipulation. Crush forgotten, Hana squirms and begs for the fox youkai to continue.

Before, she has been wondering what would happen first; cumming or falling. The answer is both. After some perilous struggle, Ahri finally releases himself into her, the sheer powerful force and the feel of hot semen flooding into her womb sends the wanton girl into a frenzy of her own release. They are both so out of it that her leg muscles fall asleep, and her sweaty skin slips past from his grip.

The last thing that cross her mind is her thinking, She is done for this time.

Luckily, the fox youkai moves quick, catching and gathering her in his arms before anything bad can happen. Rika-sama will definitely not be pleased if he were to allow the Hanabito to die while under his watch. Flawlessly, Ahri allows himself to land on ground level with his own to feet, c**k still hanging out flaccid while all nine of his tails twitch, an aftermath of his climax.

The impact of the fall has caused the girl to fall unconscious. Huh, who knows that she looks quite pretty from this angle. Perhaps it’s because of the whole innocent aura she got going on. It makes his tails twitch perilously, urged with the feeling of wanting to taint her even more with his demonic c**k.

The priest boy chooses that moment to land right behind him not a moment too soon.

“You’ve had her, now please return her to me,” he says carefully.

“What for? It’s not like you’re gonna use her or something, right?” A priest’s mind is harder to read, but Ahri doesn’t need to be a mind reader to be able to tell that the boy has not the slightest of interest with the girl — at least not romantically, or even physically.

“She’s a human. She belongs with the humans. You can’t keep her,” he then says.