Subversive | Youkai #2

6.5

Hana is not given any time to figure things much, as Rurio comes into her sight once more, this time aligned with her face. She barely has time to ask, before he undoes the sash around his waist, revealing a very massive rager boner underneath. He is so huge, just like any other man that has had her. He is thick as her upper arms, with veins and muscles wrapped tightly around his length. Just the very vision of him is able to make her part her lips — half in surprise, while the other half comes from her subconscious’ willingness to participate. What kind of girl is she, if she doesn’t like a big c**k? These men have proven over and over again to her, of how good it will feel inside her, even when she is not willing. Still, Hana can’t help but wonder what kind of faces this guy will make, under that thick black cloth on his face.

But of course, who can forget the god of hell himself? Enma-sama positions himself right by the girl’s ass, something hot and promisingly huge already pressing against her entrance. Hana has to let out a gasp though, because despite his appearance, he is way bigger compared to anything she had been forced to take in.

W-what kind of monstrous size is this? He is obviously not normal, but this kind of size . . . ? He is no ordinary dark creature. He is the god of hell for certain! His size . . . Hana still can’t wrap her mind around it. He is so big, his c**k might as well be the same size as her waist! That’s twice her thighs! S-such large size . . . Who would have thought that a small body like him can pack up something so incredible in between his legs? Kami, how could he even sit or move with something this huge? God, no wonder he always look so smug! This is out of this world.

“What’s this, little girl? Do you like the feel of my big c**k against you? Here, why don’t you feel it some more?” He grazes the incredulous length at the valley of her ass, making her squeals with pleasure. She is shaking so much just from one more, and it causes both n*****s to stand hard from the shivering delightness. Her body is so ready that her hard nubs are almost cutting against the blonde’s dark uniform.

Hana can feel him earnestly lapping at her reaction, thrusting up and down a couple of times, before repositioning himself right in between her p***y lips and piston against the outer ring of her folds almost with the same manner. At the same time, her essence trickles out from her convulsing cavern. This allows some lubricant to stick to his length, in mercy for the sentence that is about to hit her.

From her convulsing entrance to her anus, the god of hell alternates from one place to another, fake-penetrating her just to taunt the girl with his massive size. Enma-sama then grips her butt cheeks tightly, in order to prevent her from arching back too much to the ruthless glide of his d**k. As he rubs back at her rumps — like some kind of desert that he can't get enough of — he drives the tip of his c**k into her quivering ass heat. The dark god swallows every last bit of her response, and it amuses him every time she too much eagerness in this taking. Good, that means she is changing.

Once their Lord finally settles to playing with her ass instead, Hoozuki moves to reach his breaches, unzipping the front of his pants uniform and allow his d**k to spring out. He is about the same size as Rurio, and Hana wonders briefly if they are related, despite the different coloring. She doesn’t have much time to think, because with Enma-sama’s approval, she is then f****d by the blonde underling. Hana is so soaking wet that he doesn’t even have to do much, other than let Hana’s cunt takes over the claiming. His d**k is embedded inside her so well, all she wishes is for him to move, rather than freezing on the spot like a freaking statue.

Rurio slides his length into Hana’s mouth also, but just like his counterpart, the servant of hell doesn’t move. It must be their Lord’s doing, and it frustrates the girl so much that she almost contemplates to begging. Begging to be f****d like a wanton w***e. Hana has never felt so lewd before in her life, but at this moment, she hardly cares. A lewd demand is almost ready to roll out from the tip of her tongue, when Enma-sama decides to speak and stop her midway.

“How about now, little Hanabito-chan? Are you ready now?”

“Y-es. Yes!” she chokes out the answer. “f**k me! Please f**k me! Please move!”

The boy grins when he is satisfied hearing her answer.

“I can't wait to take your tight little cunt, Hanabito. I want to f**k you so hard that you won't even remember your name,” Enma-sama says as he nuzzles against the side of her face. His large hand finds a perched on her breast, where he starts circling her pink peaks with his thumb, and pinching her. Hana unconsciously presses herself against his still covered torso for more, and the god of hell uses this chance to finally gives the girl what she wants.

“Ah!” she screams out when she feels the tip of his massive head pressing at her asshole, half of her scream gets drowned, vibrating around Rurio’s hard c**k. Enma-sama is so huge that it takes everything within Hana’s strange just to hold on to herself. Her body can’t take it, but she knows that she wants this. They have made sure of that.

Hoozuki scoops one of her boobs and brings it to his face, his mouth drawing her erect n****e into his mouth. He sucks on that bundle of nerve, licking traces of her still leaking milk while he sinks his long c**k deeper inside her, Hana feels herself getting hot again. She can feel her folds swelling while she begins leaking more of her essence into the blonde’s ravenous length this time. She is squirming against the three men who are pleasuring her in a way that has her body flushing from their combine and intense assault.

Amongst all three, Enma-sama’s presence is still the most demanding one of all. He is so big that the girl hasn’t even gotten any much length of his inside her. So he moves his hips and presses harder, again and again until that persistently tight little hole of hers finally begins to bloom under pressure. She doesn’t open up right away. Instead, the tight ring of her asshole parts bit by bit, little by little until it is broken out yet again. It’s inevitable, and Hana hisses in pain around Rurio’s c**k. The white haired guy doesn’t seem to mind though — not even when the girl has unconsciously sinks her teeth around him. The guy simply stays still, as if he is not a living person, but a statue. Hana wonders if he ever feels pain at all. Is he unfeeling? Then how can his c**k erect so big?

Enma-sama groans — whether in frustration or concentration, Hana can’t tell — before driving his massive d**k into her ass even further. It starts out jammed, and he can tell just how narrow and stuffy her back passage is. It’s so tight that he can’t wait but to ram all the way into her. There is not enough preparation that can make her ready for a monstrous size like this. Despite knowing that, there is nothing that can be done once the god of hell sets his mind to something. Hana can just count herself unlucky (or lucky, depends on the perspective) for being picked for him.

But the other two underlings make it easy to coax the girl’s body. They shower her with caresses that can rival that of a lover, right according to what their Master wishes. It helps the girl to accept his gigantic c**k better. Eventually, they work together to help Hana’s asshole expands.

Enma-sama pulls her ass cheeks so wide apart, just to help make it fit. Thankfully her ass is still wet inside, so he can also use it to his advantage. Inch by inch, his thick c**k begins to sink into her.

It takes some time, but with some dedication and patience, they eventually able to make Hana take his c**k all the way in. Enma-sama’s c**k is still a monster’s size, and most of his length still hangs from the outside. Only half of him is inside her, but that alone is staying something. He can feel the base of her rectum against the head of his humongous c**k, and it throbs alternatively with his own veiny hardness.

“Oh, f**k! You are so f*****g tight, so tight that I want to make a mess out of you already,” Enma says in a pant as he eventually withdraws himself from her heated core, just until the very large tip is inside her, before driving right back in. Her walls engulf him in return, so thoroughly that Hana forgets how to breathe. Her life now revolves around these c***s. She can’t believe that she has fallen down so far to this point, but at this moment, she can’t even care any less that it’s not Hiki-kun that is f*****g her. No, the human boy is so out at the back of her mind, everything else in her brain is filled the thoughts of this trinity f*****g her full. One in her mouth, one in her p***y, and one giant d**k in her ass. She should be scared for her life right now, but all she cares about is for these men to just move, and get things done and over with, just so that they can restart all over again.

When they move, they move in sync. The males at altercations in favor of Lord Enma, where his pleasure takes the highest most important priority. Hana doesn’t fully understand this, but she wants him to be satisfied as well. The better she treats him, the better her rewards will be.

Hana can almost see the line of impatience and the unbridled need he has for her all the way from behind. She doesn’t need to face him directly to notice, but his c**k throbs in a way that speaks itself to the girl.

“I think she is ready now, my Lord,” is Hoozuki’s next words as he temporarily released her n****e from his mouth, her milk trailing from the side of his mouth as he does so. She feels his fingers probing at her cilt and touching her once more, almost as if he can't stop himself from doing so, and flicking her nub all the while.

The blonde’s breathing accelerated when he adds, “I think she’s ready . . . . She's tight, tighter than ever before, but I’m certain that she has been lubricated enough for you to go full force, my Lord.”

“Then, I will f**k her hard now. I can no longer wait,” comes the strained words that flows from Enma-sama’s small lips, before he tells his two underlings, “It’s time to remove our clothes and let her feel our bare skin against her.”

Enma-sama waves his arm from above, and Hana can hear a soft flapping noise when the three men's clothes are magically removed.

Then, they are on her; all naked and hot pressing against her from all sides. With her heart thumping rapidly against her chest, she feels them rubbing their hard muscled form right against her soft, feminine curves.

She can feel chiseled chests moulding against her already exposed front. Another naked yet smaller torso is rubbing against her from the back, while pelvic bones are hoarding all over her pace, thrusted right in front of her face so close, she can smell his natural musky scent. Then, she can feel their hardness painfully throbs all over from inside her intimate places.

One very large one is sliding against the walls of her butthole so fast, it causes friction that almost tears her up from within. He is so huge, and he is moving so fast that her walls are forced to be reformed just to occupy him. Her body structure might be small, but even that does not prevent Enma-sama to try and break a new dent inside her passage, wanting to get as much of himself into her as possible.

The other one is pumping in and out of her with all its might, his girth pushing brutally against both sides of her slick labia. Sometimes it f***s her so fast that the length rolls out with an audible pop, allowing its slightly moist tip to tease and slide against her c**t, and arousing her even further, before slipping right back in like the obedient servant that he is.

The third one is thrusting into the cavern of her mouth in a steady rhythm, taking every chance it has to choke her, pushing all the way in until she can no longer breath. Hana has a feeling that his Master is the one who is controlling his movement, but the girl doesn’t mind. The c**k chokes her up until her black spots appear in her vision, yet the male makes sure to linger as long as it is possibly allowed, before finally pulling out slightly when Hana looks like she is in the brink of blacking out. 

The other lords are watching as she is being f****d by these three males. Burning heat of various colors glow from the background, each representing their demonic energy. Yes, they are obviously affected by what is happening right now. Hana knows that she should feel at least self conscious about this, but the level of pleasure is too great for her to get distracted by any other trivial thoughts. Something deep is burning inside her, and it urges her to find the very sought after relief as fast and powerful as she can.

“In the name of kamis above! She feels so f*****g good!” Hana hears Enma-sama shouts out, his unusually massive d**k ramming in and out of her asshole like she has some sort of hidden treasure buried inside that he needs to uncovered fast.

Hana trembles at the feeling, slightly apprehensive and frightened at the hardened flesh sliding so ruthlessly against her drenched heat, grinding against her walls in an almost teasing way. Sweat begins to cover her body again, but it is doubtful that she is the only one that is experiencing this.

They move around her so fast that it comes to a point where they are almost nothing but blurs. They go so quick that her body jiggles in response, her mounds moving in mortal pace as she is the only one who is close to being static. Her breasts are at the size of her head now, if not larger, and they bounce around on her chest like basketballs — so large yet so flexible against the pull and push of the resilience force.

The same thing also happens to her butt. The two round mounds ripple like jelly, move in accordance to Enma-sama’s will. They move back and forth between her body and leaning against the Lord’s pelvic bone. Her body is so good and responsive to him, there is nothing the Master wants to happen that has not happened to the girl. Everything is within his control, and all that has happened to her so far as been his original design all along. 

And while he makes sure that all three c***s are thrusts hard into her darkest depths, Enma-sama leans down his face to add his own hickeys on the girl’s pure white skin. Hana lets out another moan, her insides quivering like a non-stop drum, and that is when he knows that she is truly ready for him.

“Remove yourself from her, Rurio. I want to see her reaction once I make her uterus prolapses,” Enma-sama orders his servant, and Hana’s throat tightens in fear. Her lustful haze vanishes as the hell god’s words finally registers into her brain.

Rurio c**k is then suddenly pulled out from her mouth, an audible pop suitly follows the involuntary release. Hana looks like she wants to let out a protest, somehow not willing to allow this stranger to take his c**k from her mouth, even when she doesn’t even have any idea how he really looks like. He is merely a servant to his Master, so even if he wants to comply to her wishes, his loyalty lies with his master.

Hana’s mouth feels so empty all too suddenly, and she moves her tongue around the cave of her mouth in an attempt to sooth herself. Before long, even Hoozuki is pulls himself out from her very soaked p***y, despite how much she minds. She doesn’t hear Enma-sama giving the guy any spoken command though, so it is either he has gestured for the blonde to leave, or they can actually communicate in silence. In a world like this, who knows?

Her p***y handles the separation much worse compared to her mouth. She is left alone with her deep desire for release. She can’t handle it! This is torture! And to top it all off, the c**k inside her ass also disappears. The walls still persistently try to cling to the very last bit of him though, even when he heartlessly pulls out.

Now completely alone, Hana has never felt so empty before. c***s! She needs c***s! Why won’t they give them to her? What did she do wrong? The girl looks pretty out of it, looking like a little lost lamb whose mother has been killed, with no one to turn to. She looks quite pathetic in the eyes of the demons, and they can’t help but to chuckle menacingly as they watch this converted human girl. She used to be so pure, but now her body has been corrupted. They have turned her into an addict, and there will be no any other cure for her after this. She will remain lost until one of them gives her what got her addicted in the first place.

The girl is not left to her longing for much long though, as she can feel herself being flipped to her back, until she smacks against the blonde beneath her. ‘Are they going to f**k her now?’ is all she can think about.

In seconds, the girl can see a figure coming in to her view, hovering at her from above. Her eyes immediately land on a shape of a boy who has his impressive underdeveloped chiselled chest tightly pressed against the swells of her large breast. Big and small, the boy looks so out of place. Even though he is the great demon that is known to be the god of hell, he looks so strange wanting to ravish her like this.

His d**k is pretty much still erect, and he slips it right into her p***y, f*****g her hard over there as well.

The dark god lets no one else intervene this time. He has the girl all to himself now.

Enma-sama’s visage changes.

Instead of the child appearance he has used this whole time, a taller and much more matured appearance replaces him in his stead instead. Instead of a boy, a handsome, dark-haired man with a face like sin appears before her. All piercing, pearly-black eyes with thick dark lashes; raven-black locks framing proud forehead and jawbones; high cheekbones, long nose, perfectly sculpted lips, and a strong jaw with a cleft chin on his beautiful pale visage. He still holds that same amused look in his eyes, and there is no way she is mistaking those twin moles under his eyes.

It was Enma-sama, but he looks have reached maturity in the span of a second. What’s going on? Is this his real appearance after all? The face of a young, healthy male.

His devastating good-looks nearly takes Hana's breath away at the moment she lays eyes on him. Though it is not until she feels his manhood slowly sliding into her tight heat, that Hana's breath turns into a gasp of discomfort. Her face changes into a grimace as the adult Enma-sama's erection invades her, stretching her slick virginal passage in ways that has never been attempted before.

It seems like the god of hell has always been blessed with such a monstrous sized c**k, because he seems to be getting even bigger down there, too.

But aside from the feeling of discomfort at being penetrated by that large, hardened velvet, there is also that insatiable feeling that Hana can not deny. The intense pressure of gradually being filled by such a large thing down there is making her n*****s tingle and her toes curl from arousal.

“f**k! She feels incredibly tight and wet!” Lord Enma grunts as he grabs Hana’s ass and without hesitation, thrusts himself forward, burying himself completely into her; his manhood breaking through her physical limitation with one move.

A strangled cry leaves Hana's mouth as she feels the sharp pain of her tight v****a being broken in. But it is then soon replaced by the overwhelming sensation of fullness as Enma-sama's erected p***s fills her to the hilt, her inner muscles gripping him tightly inside her.

Her p***y feels so full, even her cervix is being pushed open just to make his c**k fit. His abnormally large glans is covering the entire space of her womb, making it difficult for her to breath, let alone move. He makes her feel so full, his might be the only c**k she will ever need.

“Kami!” comes Enma-sama's short groan as the hold on her ass tightens. He then starts moving in and out of her fast, not even allowing her the time to adjust to his large girth.

“I want you to take all of me, Hanabito,” he whispers to her as he slowly slides himself deeply into her, burying himself all the way inside until his balls touch her entrance. The movement is so incredible, because he is pushing everything that are inside her, just to make up space for himself.

It should amazed Hana with the fact that she is still alive, but all of her concerns are no longer presence, as taking in Enma-sama’s c**k is too much of a noble cause to be distracted by her petty mortal stain.

In feels so absurdly unbelievable when he fills her up, but more so when he withdraws from her almost completely; slowly and teasingly. Hana's inner muscles instinctively clench around him, making him emit a guttural groan.

“I want you to know how it feels like to have a god’s c**k inside you for the first time.”

Hana tries to look away, and instead trying to make him move his inconceivable length; but the hands on her butt prevent her, where he is then subsequently force her to meet his thrust in one take.

In the end, Hana can only bite her lip to stop the gasp from escaping from her mouth as he slowly sink into her. He feels too good, and she doesn’t want to spoil the moment by making too much unnecessary noises. Enma-sama's expression strains as he fills her repeatedly; a muscle leaping in his jaw as if he is restraining himself from pummelling into her tight passage his his entirely godly strength. The girl can still die if he is not careful; he had learned it the hard way at the first time. It doesn’t matter how good her beaded walls feel wrapped around him, because if he commits even one irreversible mistake, they will all be forced to wait for another thousand years.

There is still a slight feeling of pain and discomfort as he fills her during the first few thrusts. But once she finally gets used to his size, pleasant sensations begin to travel from her core, as his thick c**k strokes and moves inside the cavern of her p***y.

The tight pressure of him squeezing repeatedly into her heat is exhilarating. And when his d**k brushes against something sensitive at the back of her vaginal wall, Hana just can not stop her body from reacting to his penetration. She can feel herself getting super soaked down there, so soaked that the god of hell is able to slide into her without much trouble — even with that humongous size of his. That's when Hana also notices the expression of raw need etched on Lord Enma's face as he starts to increase his pace.

At the look on his face, Hana feels something inside her grows hotter. The girl finds herself getting aroused even more as his thrusts becoming demanding, insistent and brutal. She bites her lower lip to stop herself from making so much noises, but it is inevitable. She vaguely registers Rurio and Hoozuki retrieving to sit themselves at the back, and simply watching her and their Master fornicate, the spectators doing the same thing.

She can hear the way they inhale and exhale heavily; can smell the musk of their arousal as Ema-sama takes her again and again. All eyes are drawn to the sight of the hell god's fat c**k entering the girl’s p***y, and she can not resist looking down to where she feel him enter.

She bites her lip as she catches a good glimpse of his thick manhood sinking in between her pink swollen folds. She sees the unmistakable pink specks on his length, probably from the blood when her vaginal passage got broken in by him. There is also that glistening white moistness from their combine arousal, which seems to be scandalously leaking down from his hot rod. The sight of him penetrating her makes her body tingles in that unmistakable, primal desire.

Oh, Kami. What has she done?

A blush floods Hana's face when she finds herself accidentally looking eyes with one of the spectators. It is only by this act that the realization finally sinks in; that their coupling is still being openly viewed by a number of audience. She knows that she can not say anything to them, as she won’t be able to get them to look away even if she desperately wants to. This is too simply shameful!

Even so, the pleasure continues to increase inside her, distracting her back to her dazed lust. Her head falls back against the wide shoulders behind her, exactly where Rurio, the guy she has recently sucked, is seated.

“How does she feels like, my Lord?” he asks, though the questions sound like polite pleasantry than anything else.

Hana eventually turns her head toward him though, finally feeling curious enough. Her eyes stare at the dark piece of cloth, and she wishes nothing more than to have it yanked out of his face. It is the least he can do for her, after making her take his length so deep inside her throat.

So she does exactly just that.

What greets her is a face of an angel’s, free from any mortal desires.

The sight takes her by surprise, but it doesn’t seem like anybody else notices her taking his mask off; they are all too invested in watching her p***y get rammed by a huge c**k to really care.

How can such beautiful faces commit such atrocious crimes? This is the only question that will ring inside Hana’s mind, for moments to come. Is it because they are demons, that it is deemed okay to do such things? Why her, though? And what’s with all of this name calling. Hanabito? Who is that? Aren’t they just mistaking her for some any other girl? Hana wants to object, but the c**k is busy with her snatch.

Shortly after, Hana's hips jerked when Enma-sama rolls his hips in way that shoot bolts of pleasure into her. Her lips part into loud pants and whines, the lewd sound finally echoing throughout the room until that is all the lords can hear.

Rurio drops is icy blue eyes onto Hana, taking in her form for a long time, before finally settling to her face at the end. His gaze fleets from her eyes to her lips in seconds, and she sees the hunger there — hunger and need to kiss and consume her.

All of her.

The fallen angel’s eyes go back to her eyes once more, and Hana knows that he is close to kissing her, if not for the fact that Master Enma is still taking his precious time with her. Their eyes locked for a long time, and she can not deny that the look of pure desire in Rurio’s eyes is turning her on.

Hana licks her lips, and Rurio’s breathing fasten. He has to tear his gaze from her to ask in a taut voice.

“Is she tight, my Lord?”

Enma-sama does nothing more than raise a perfectly arched eyebrow at the state of his unmasked servant. That piece of cloth was placed in order to keep his servants under control. But to have one of them even removed whilst still under his supervision . . . . Well, it seems like they have just discovered one of the Hanabito’s unique ability. He bets Rika-sama will be ecstatic learning this.

He then watches where the two are connected. It seems like his servant is gaining more awareness by the second but, oh well . . . Might as well enjoy it while he can.

His face flushed pink and his breathing laboured thanks to the heinous activity, when he decides to answer, “Yes, too tight . . . too tight that I can’t go fast or I will end up coming early. She feels heavenly around my c**k . . .” Which is ironic, because he himself is a being of hell.

At his honest words, it is not only one, but two of his servants that seem to have trouble breathing.

“What do you want us to do, my Lord?” the blonde one asks monotonously

“Please let us help,” Rurio says, almost like a plea, his eyes shooting toward the girl as if wanting to take her already without his Lord's permission. “Should we wait for you to finish with her?”

“Interesting,” Enma thinks inwardly. The reaction seems to grow overtime. It’s not just the two who are affected though, but the entire room. Now, the ones who haven’t have her want the girl, and the ones who have the girl want to take her again.

“No, I want you both to start touching her,” he decides.

“Yes, Master,” the two men say instantly. Before long, they are hovering over the Hanabito again, eager to touch her. Hoozuki fondles her breasts, but Rurio attacks her neck with his mouth and tongue. Hana can feel someone’s finger probing at her butthole and massaging her ass, while a mop of honey blonde invades her vision from the side, mouth sucking and licking her pink crests with a hunger that has her entire body arching up.

Enma-sama, on the other hand, is moving fast into her now.

The Hanabito is so drenched down there, that it becomes a lot easier for her to start feeling the familiar heat coiling in her belly. Within seconds, she is moaning and groaning loudly as the hell god picks up his pace, pounding into ever so her ruthlessly like a nocturnal animal.

She can feel him hitting at her cervix every time he drives so deeply into her. He pushes so acutely intense and demandingly that she is cornered to the edge of her climax every time her uterus gets caved in by the fat head of his c**k. 

While he keeps repeatedly grind against the girl’s p***y, her bundle of nerves is bringing her several steps closer to that sweet oblivion.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Kami! Kami!!” is the only comprehensive mantra what runs in her mind, as every part of her body is stimulated by the three men who holds her.

The muscles inside her ribcage is tugging hard at her, prepared for the incoming burst of power. This time, when her seal gets temporarily undone, a strong cord snaps from within, causing the flood to overflow more than it should be.

“This is—”

“No, it can’t be—”

From all over the corners of the room, the youkai lords try to block themselves from the blinding light, but it only glows brighter by the second. There is no stopping for what is about to come/

The seal!

It has been damaged!

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