Subversive | Youkai #2

7.5

It’s a full circle of drink.

While at it, Isayah stuffs his mouth full with Hana’s uterus, moving his mouth against her most sensitive flesh until she’s forced to c*m for the second time. Hana cries out, and this time Isayah is kind enough to return the hanging flesh back in. With his mouth.

Teru hops off the Hanabito when they are done. His newly matured body hands on the floor in perfect synchrony. He finds himself staring at his new form in awe, not expecting this to happen at all.

This is something new. No any other youkai has evolved when drinking from the Hanabito. The lieutenants begin to speculate quickly, raising the voice in the room into an audible murmur, each youkai with his own theory. Only Enma-sama and his underlings keep quite.

The same freckled face stares down at Hana, taking in her messy form, and smiles wickedly for the first time. There is also this certain hint of innocence and playfulness in his facial features, but those are all outweighed by the hunger in his eyes. He has tasted the nectar, and he wants more.

Teru proceeds to f**k her in the next hour, experimenting in various positions, his moves still that of a first timer, though he lacks not the knowledge or stamina. Drinking from her breasts has powered him up enough to push him to the limit. Gone is the shy and sweet child, replaced with this ruthless s*x maniac. Not that Hana is complaining. Her whorish self is more than happy to oblige his needs, even when he is hurting her in the process.

At one point, he even starts breast f*****g her, putting his throbbing c**k right in between her mountain size breasts and starting to buck. Her breasts have gone two cups bigger, and continuing to expand. They are so big that they bounce even at the slightest motion of her body rocking.

A youkai’s stamnica is really something indeed. Even after a full hour of f*****g her, he’s still not satisfied enough just yet. Even Isayah already retreat from the girl, already earning enough fun from her. Apparently, it’s more fun to watch the newly evolved Teru get lost in lust.

Just when she thinks she can’t handle any more than she already gets, Lord Amateru, the Tengu, stops Teru, bringing him back to his sense with a push of his own energy. Hana suspects Teru has torn one thing or two at her body, but she can’t tell with all of this aching at her s*x. It’s time for her p***y to be f****d again.

Instead of diving right in, Amateru cleans her body with his magic, returning her to her untouched state. Maybe he doesn’t like a dirty female, not that Hana feels offended. If her mind is right and not filled with s*x-crazed state, she wouldn’t want to touch herself either.

Lord Amateru is silent. He only moves when it is necessary, such as taking his flaccid genital out and rubbing it against the outer line of her v****a. Hana lifts her hips in response, wanting him to get himself inside her already, but his large hands keep her in place, only moving his length up and down against her p***y lips.

This goes on for some torturous minutes. He uses her until he is at least half hard, which is enough to thrust into her. The dark cavern inside is wet with her juice. He had made sure to clean her off with his spell, well enough to wipe away any remaining c*m from before. All that he’s feeling now is her and her only.

He stares down at her with that steel gaze of his. Watching him watching her makes Hana feels as if he is not just penetrating her most private part, but also penetrating her soul with his gaze. Locking gaze with him feels like he’s reading every part of her, flipping every detailed history of her life. He makes sure that each stroke of his c**k is in sync with his mind search. Maybe it’s one of his youkai power, maybe not; she’ll never know.

Meanwhile, her breasts are rotating outward, in match with the move of his hips. His yukata fabric grazes against her inner thighs as he f***s her. In this missionary pose, nothing can get any more intimate. Especially with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, his heavy balls slapping against her ass and back entry.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, two new youkais join them.

Deju is a shinigami with grey skin and hair. He has large scars running all over the bare skin of his chest and face. One of his eyes are sewn shut, while the other bares a magnetizing gold. He takes one of her pink n*****s with his dark lips, his teeth grazing against the soft tissue, causing a shiver to run down her spine. His thin but large hand cups her breast, but one is not enough, so the other join. His hands and mouth massage her until she sighs out loud. Yes, she likes this. f**k her. f**k her more.

Dokuga is a poisonous green snake, with long equally green hair that reaches down and covers the floor. At first he thought he’s wearing a half mask, but it turns out that the top part of his face is covered in white paint — or maybe that’s just how his skin naturally is. He wears ink black robes as if he has just been to a funeral, a black samurai sword at his belt. But when he descends his lips upon her other breast, Hana feels nothing but numbness. It seems like his poison is slowly working against her skin, slowly fighting against the healing factor that her supposedly Hanabito power provides. He can tell that he’s deadly. Like all snakes, the more colorful they are, the more dangerous their poison is. Dokuga smirks and hisses at her when he knows that she’s slowly affected by his poison, happy to see her twist and turn in return. He’s an outright sadist, she can easily tell. He’s basking in her pain — though it is not from the kind that one suspects. Others would have been dead by his poison by now, but she’s lucky to have been born as the Hanabito. That’s the only good thing that has ever come to her so far for being one mythical creature so rare. But then again, if it’s not for her being a Hanabito, she wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place.

Hana wants to get f****d. She’s horny as hell, and she wants many c***s inside her. With this numbing poison affecting her, she’s feeling less and less, getting turned on less and less until the euphoria running in her blood runs dangerously low. It is only when her mind is not clouded by lust anymore than she can finally think as herself. And in this hell she calls silent, her mind runs wild. The reality of the situation . . . it all comes crashing down into her at once.

“No!” she cries, thrashing wild against their hold on her. She doesn’t want this. How could she? How can she allow herself to enjoy this? She shouldn’t want this . . . and yet, she does. She can feel something wet evidently gathering in between her legs, and it brings nothing but shame to her. No . . . this can’t be . . . . But against her denial, the demons continue f*****g her. Damning her. Soiling her once pure body.

She’s no longer pure. She’s dirty. How can she not? With how many times these vile demons have cummed inside her? With how many c***s have been sticked inside her? With their hands and mouth running through her skin as if she’s theirs to play with as they please? She’s no slave, Hana tells herself, but is that really true? If she’s not a s*x slave, then why is she letting them touch her? Because she’s weak? Because she’s just a helpless human against these strong, mighty demons?

She has been riding high on delusion near the second half, but then this green demon, Lord Dokuga, just has to ruin everything by making her be able to think again. He laughs wickedly at her misery, which is written all over her body, his eyes twinkling with mischief, as if he has done something naughty, not something mind shattering like this. But why does hell feels so good, if she hates it? No, this doesn’t want this . . . doesn’t she?

No . . . it can’t be right. She’s doing this for a purpose, right? But what is it that she’s supposed to accomplish? She can’t remember really well. She knows that she’s supposed to do something, but that something feels like eons ago. So many things have passed. So many c***s. What is it that she’s supposed to do again? Something about abiding their will, and then . . . and then . . . .

Her train of thought is interrupted when Dokuga bites into her breasts. He does it again, and this time Hana cries toward her climax — which is hopefully her last. Her walls clamp down around Lord Amateru’s big c**k, withering like she’s in seizure, before finally landing into a pile of her own mess. The raven lord is not done however, and he drives into her in three powerful strokes, before finally shooting his own seeds into her womb. To join them, both Deju and Dokuga fists themselves, each using her hand and making her clench around them, before joining Amateru by cumming at her breasts, once again making the girl dirty with semen. They c*m so much that she’s practically bathing in it, inside and out.

She can’t believe it, but she finally done it. She has been f****d with all lords. They must let her go now. She needs to leave this place. Something about sharing the same air as them is already frightening enough. She doesn’t care what she thought of them before this point. All she knows is that she needs to get away. And fast, before they change her mind.

“Um, I supposed I should go now . . . since everyone has have their turn on me,” Hana says with trembling hands. She tries to spot the kimono that she has been forcefully stripped of her before, but find no sign of it. They are not expecting her to run away buck naked now, are they?

She waits for any of them to response. The demons have all gone back to form a circle around her, not giving even the slightest gap for her to make an escape. Her heavy breathing reminds her of her ever-bouncing breasts, finally taking into account that even if she manage to find her kimono back, the fabric won’t be enough to cover her up completely. Her breasts have doubled the size from when she had entered this room before. It’s just impossible. Her breasts are impossible! And yet it’s real. She touches the new size, and they feel sensitive and soft under her palm. Yup, definitely real.

All around her, she can feel a collective gasps and groans. She lifts her gaze, only to find twelve pair of eyes staring at her breasts intensely.

“You are not going anywhere, human. Not until you have all of us,” Lord Ayasha, the leader, speaks.

“W-what do you mean? I-I’ve let all of you f— have me,” she stutters nervously, panic slowly sinking in. Don’t tell her that they have to plan to let her go, after all?

“Each of us has f****d you, yes, but not at the same time.”

“A-at the same time?” she balks, clearly surprised. She doesn’t expect this turn of event at all.

“Yes, that’s right. Part your pretty thighs, sweet girl. We’re just getting started,” Kabari says, appearing right behind her.

“N-no! Stay away. I don’t want this!”

“Then, what? Do you plan to stay in here forever?” Tsuriki asks, appearing at her other side.

“Hhmm, I’m not entirely against that idea,” Ahri’s lips twist happily.

“T-this is not what I’ve agreed on,” she tries to defend herself, even though she knows that it’s futile.

“Yes, you did. Now give your answer: yes or no? You know the consequences,” Lord Ayasha presses sternly.

“T-this is not fair,” she stifles out, but the demons are already closing in on her. Within less than seconds, they are all on her.

A dozen pair of hands get all over her naked skin. Digits slip her p***y uninvited, while some already persistently probing at her anus. A c**k come to invade her shock, parted mouth. Four hands grab her breasts at once — that’s just how her breasts are. More hands are there to keep her thighs stay parted. Mouths trail sloppy wet kisses all over her ear, neck, breasts, and stomach. Some even have the nerve to take her fingers and toes into their mouths. That’s just how depraved these demons are.

“N-no,” she lets out the last bit of dignity still left inside her, but even that is thinning out very soon. Her involuntary jerk only causes them to tighten their hands on her. The fingers inside her p***y and asshole are the most eager ones of all, since they can feel her walls constricting around them as she wiggles her hips.

The arrogants, the prideful bastards, or the sadists. They are all the same. All they want is to f**k her now. At the same time. Hana knows that there’s no escaping this, and her torturous body is no longer hating this as much as she wants anymore. What was once forced into her is no longer forced now. This is starting to turn into an inevitable gangbang pretty soon, and when they all start taking their c***s out, she doesn’t think she’s going to mind being used as much. The leaking juice is evidence enough, bared for all to see. Her emotions are also as transparent as it can ever be to these youkais. The corner of her lips curve up, and the girl can only go as far in fooling herself, denying what she really craves for.

Seeing so many c***s standing upward in front of her creates an impact more than these demons can ever realize. Something within her snaps, and all of a sudden she’s sucking the c**k in her mouth ever so eagerly. She doesn’t even care who is doing what to her anymore. She likes the attention she is getting, and she never wants it to stop.

Male groans echo from all around her. Her hands seek out to clap an aching c**k in each palm, before pumping them up with eagerness. They all want her, and they don’t plan to hold back. She knows that now. She doesn’t care if they hurt her though. The w***e inside her is out, and she wants nothing more than to be satisfied.

Something different is happening this time. The green light of the power seal is igniting even before she reaches her climax. Instead of exploding right away, it just holds itself inside her breasts and keeps on building up. They more they touch her, the brighter it becomes.

The c**k in her mouth belongs to none other than Tsuriki. She recognizes by the barbs grown at every inch of his thick c**k. She never knew that she would enjoy sucking such a violently dangerous d**k, but here she is working her tongue against the surface of his foreskin. True to his nature, Tsuriki is as hard as a tree. The head of his c**k is as stiff as a chopped off tree branch — and a huge one at that. She doesn’t know what’s wrong with her, only know that she has this secret urge to tease him and make him c*m all over her mouth. The demon forms a smirk on that almost expressionless face of his, clearing challenging her in return. Hana is more than happy to accept the challenge, sucking him off in a way that makes his muscles clench, struggling to control himself from getting off. If he gets off too fast, someone else will want to take his place in her mouth soon, and he doesn’t want to end their fun just yet. She knows that her touch is affecting him, and more than he likes, especially when he sees how bad she has been broken in.

Hana doesn’t care, though. She’s a s*x wanton, just like how they crave her to be.

Someone grabs her waist and pulls— no, yanks her away from her place, causing Tsuriki’s c**k to pop out of her mouth unwillingly. The girl cries in protest, clearly not happy with the lost of the tree demon’s c**k, the motion earning a series of chuckles from some of the males.

Ahri the Nine Tailed Fox winks at her wickedly, before guiding her toward his c**k. More than just the two of them enjoy the sight of her wet p***y taking his length inch by inch. Once settled, his c**k fits inside her like a glove. But penetrating her p***y is not all he does. The fox moves inside her, filling her healed v****a again and again, restretching the new tight walls.

“f**k, you’re so tight. I’ll never be so glad that for that fast recovery of yours,” he curses under his breathe as he continues diving in and out of her from beneath her. Being a hanabito has its perks.

Tsuriki’s c**k eventually manages to find itself returning to her mouth, and the girl does all in devouring him greedily. Another c**k probes at her butthole. Hana doesn’t glance back just yet, but from the feet of it, she can probably have a good guest on who it belongs it.

Lord Ayasha’s huge c**k penetrates her ass even before she can have any say in it. The added size makes her insides turn into a tight fit. Ahri and Ayasha are headbutting their d***s from inside her now. They f**k her like they are battle for dominance against one another, not that she cares. As long as she gets her fill of fat d***s, Hana doesn’t think she’ll even bat her eyes at their struggle for dominance.

With two fat c***s constantly hammering inside her, and a third thorny one in her mouth, Hana is more than happy to oblige. A pair of c***s manage to find themselves into her hands as well. The rest glides their c***s against her body, making sure to use every part of her for s*x.

Semen comes upon her in never ending shower. When one erupts, another follows. Sometimes they even come at her all at once. It’s never easy to tell when the next interval will arrive, because she’s so overwhelmed by how the other c***s are f*****g her up real good.

They are making her dirty, but at this point, the girl is beyond any care. They have damaged her quite enough. What is there to lose accepting their attentions now? Besides, her body has grown accustomed to being shoved by many d***s at once. Might as well give herself the gift she has denied herself from.

But the thoughts of s*x always bring her to this certain person she has always been pinning for. He has always been the center of her imagination. She gets what she wants now, but she just wishes that it’s him who is f*****g her right now. Not wanting to be drawn in disappointment, Hana numbs her mind and turns to the d***s in front of her instead.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” is what runs in her mind as every parts of her body is being overly stimulated by the fourteen men who hold her.

Xerax-sama is driving deeply into her right now. The feeling of being filled to the brink repeatedly from all sides is driving her mad with lust. Pleasure set Hana's veins on fire, making her react with raw, primal need as the intensity of their coupling heightened further. She doesn't know that she is meeting the Okami’s thrusts with her own until they are both groaning out loud in rapture.

“Riruo, Hoozuki, work on her fast, please . . .” Enma-sama manages to grunt out as he drives into her ass repeatedly. “I - I want her cumming – ag- against me in seconds. She is too much . . . too tight . . . I think—ugh . . . I won't last long . . . ughn . . . hell! She feels so incredible!”

Both the menservants do just that. Their hands, mouths and fingers are all over her; moving from one place to another, from her breasts, n*****s, her neck, right on shoulder, her butt, inside her ass, her ears, and just everywhere, teasing her and driving her insane with rapture while the other demon lords whisper things to her.

“My my, ningen, I can't wait for you take my large c**k inside you. I'm certain you're going to enjoy me ramming into your tight, wet heat,” Deju teases her as he thrusts digits in and out of her mouth. She’s drooling and making a mess, but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. She never thought about this, but fingers can just be as erotic in her mouth as they are in any other parts of her body.

“Hana-chan, your tight butt is turning me on. I'm gonna put the tip of my c**k inside you now,” Teru-kun whispers to her in desperation some time later — after Enma-sama is done with her — and then she feels the head of his shaft entering from that said part of her. His moistened tip stimulating the nerve-endings lining at the rim of her butthole, and when she feels a new sensation of being slowly invaded there yet again.

Hana can no longer stopped her vaginal walls from slowly clamping down on the wolf's continues wild thrusting length as she crests to her orgasm.

“Oh! s**t! s**t! s**t!” comes Teru-kun's string of curses, clearly affected by her tightening walls as well from that side, as he feels the change inside Hana-onechan, feeling that clenching of her inner muscles around his large erection.

“Argnh . . . don't stop, don't stop, please! Please!” is Hana’s incoherent moans and whine to Xerax, Teru and Deju as she feels the familiar coiling in her belly. Her thighs trembling. She is so close. So freaking close. She is so enraptured that she doesn't even realized that her hands and legs go numb from pressure, and that she is now digging her nails into the broad shoulders of the man who is pounding against her. Xerax-sama's face currently contorted in an almost pained bliss.

“Harder . . . faster . . .” she mewls, and the wolf demon obliges her request with an added roll of his hips.

Her body arches back as sweet oblivion envelops her, her inner walls clamping down tightly on that relentless c**k slamming roughly into her. Xerax-sama is now hissing and moaning as he nears his own release, digging his sharp claws mercilessly into her hips while he takes her again and again.

It feels so good that she wishes this will never end. Once they all c*m inside her, the males will move on and another smaller group will take in their place, repositioning her in yet another complicated s*x position that she never even thought possible, before f*****g her raw yet again. This continues on and on until Hana can barely recall anything else than d***s cumming inside her. They reposition her up and down, then flipped back and forth, upside and upward, until she can barely tell which way is up anymore.

Hana's body is wracked by strong tremors while her core twitches and spasms for the thousandth time. She doesn't know that she is screaming herself hoarse, but not until someone yanks her hair sharply and shuts her up with a devouring kiss that she realizes what she has been doing.

Firm and sculpted lips mould itself against hers, demanding and earnest, and Hana can't stop herself from half-mewling and half-moaning when a new tongue slips into the crevice of her mouth and deepens the kiss. Two tongues are going at her now. A shock of desire shoots through her that has her toes curling at the feeling of skillful tongues clashing and massaging with her own, while the smell of mahogany and sickeningly sweet poison blend together and flood Hermione's olfactory senses soon after.

Kabari and Dokuga are kissing her, and they taste an amalgamation of interesting taste: from expensive sake, spearmint, cinnamon, and a distinct taste that must be her essence mixing with their tongues. This is a combination that has Hana dizzily sucking their tongues in reciprocation. She expects Dokuga to pull a crazy stunt like this, poisoning her in slower doses, but only Kabari has enough guts to throw himself into the mix. Both males groan against her mouth when she they find her kissing them back. Their muscular forms leaning into her further while the grip on her hair becomes painful. Her mouth is further pushed open to occupy both of their dominating presence; a difficult task to accomplish when her person is already this petite.

“Sweet merciful—!” Lord Haku suddenly grunts, proving to them all that even he, the most prideful of all high-ranking, is not immune to the pull of her sweet p***y. Hana's body jerks up at this, when something large and hot fills her completely from behind. Her screech of surprise is muffled by Kabari and Dokuga’s mouths, who have deepened their kiss even more, completely controlling her with their thrusting tongues.

Hana can't do anything but emit a strangled cry at the new feeling of being penetrated at her cunt. Her muscles there are still sore from previous assaults that she can feel the shape of Enma-sama’s previous entire manhood inside her — and he felt so goddamn good. So good that she can feel another orgasm coming. Hana kisses the dangerous duo almost desperately due to the overwhelming feeling of another two males filling up her ass and p***y completely.

“f**k, girl!” Lord Haku yells right into her ear as he withdraws from her, before thrusting himself right back into her again. “You are so f*****g tight.” Then he bites into her earlobe, making her cries out for the number of time.

Every nerve endings on Hana's body riots at the feeling of him moving there, and then after three more deep thrust into her ass, she breaks. Her screams are instantly silenced by Kabari’s mouth, who has dared to pushed Lord Dokuga aside just to claim her numbing lips for himself, as Hana convulses and twitches in the arms of these horde of demons, tears streaming down from her eyes at the intensity of her orgasm. The strength of it is so powerful that Hana's mind completely blanks out for a second.

Lord Amateru lets out a series of animalistic grunts from beneath her, as her insides quiver and clench uncontrollably and continuously around the two lengths that penetrate her from both sides.

“Take her! Take her hard!” Isayah-sama groans out at nobody in particular, becoming increasingly demanding as he takes Teru-kun’s place to hammer into her. The cave of Hana's asshole clamps so hard on his large shaft that he is becoming so vocal as he takes her ruthlessly. “f**k! Yes! Don’t make her stop cumming! s**t!” He is yelling as he drives into her again and again, until she can feel his balls tightening against her ass as he nears his orgasm.

All the while, she can feel Lord Haku's long c**k doing the same thing in her cunt. The new sensation he creates is so mind-blowing that all her nerves are tingling from the raw feeling of being filled to full capacity. She feels completely full and stuffed that she is close to feeling faint from the intensity of it.

She tries to tear her lips from Kabari’s insistent mouth, only to be devoured back by Dokuga’s deathly mouth. She can only sob pitifully as a white haze envelops her mind. She is flooded with waves of earth-shattering orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm crashing over her as the males continue to slam into her from different sides; delighted in the feeling of her tight core and rectum clenches and convulses endlessly against their erections while they groan, moan and shout out in absolute ecstasy. Taking every bit of her and corrupting her last drop of innocence in the process.

She’s such a naughty filthy girl. The thought is not escaped by her. But it is only when she catches sight of a shocked Hiki-kun staring in horror at the debauchery displayed upon him, that Hana quickly makes her descent back to earth.

Blood completely drains from her face.

What . . . ? She blinks again, hoping that she’s just imagining him being there. No, he can’t be here in this place. How is that even possible. But the more she blinks, the more evident it becomes that this is not a simply illusion. Hiki-kun is really here, in the demon’s den, and he is reaction in ways that she is so dreaded of will happen.

A woman in intricate kimono is holding him in place from next door, the walls that separate both rooms has not been removed. Hana has no idea who the other woman is, and she even has no idea how long they have been watched her do all kinds of nasty things. All she cares about is Hiki-kun and Hiki-kun only. Oh God, what must the boy think of her now?

Shame scorches through her veins in sheering burn. She tries to separate herself from the youkais, never feeling so dirty her entire life, but her efforts are futile. They are too consumed in their lust for her.

Oh Kami . . . .

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