Subversive | Youkai #2

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Subversive | Youkai

Chapter 7 : 

Something Wicked This Way Comes

“The roses have wilted,The violets are dead,The demons run circles,Round and round in my head.”

When the neon green light dies out, their vision returns to its normal state.

Two mountains lie on the top of her chest, each at the size of a watermelon. And they look as heavy as they expect it to be, too. Though just to be sure, one of the demons cup her, folding her just a little bit. The girl moans in response; the soft, sweet cry tears of from her sweet pink lips.

“It’s my turn now,” says Isayah, the Lord of Dark Phoenix.

The man has two large red horns curving up from the silver mop on his head. He wears dark armor that clings to his skin. His wings are tugged in for now, but he bets there will be a reason to unfold them soon.

Enma seems to hesitate a little bit, sparing the girl one last glance, taking in what he and his subordinates have done to her, before finally stepping down. He is done for now, but he bets there will be plenty more chances to use her later on. For now, his needs will simply be sedated by watching what his fellow lieutenant will do to the Hanabito.

The Dark Phoenix is not the only one who is going to f**k her though. Teru — the Byakko, White Tiger of the West — and Amateru, the Tengu elder, are going to join in as well.

Twelve pair of watchful eyes glow from the dimness, studying the girl’s reaction as the three youkai lords descent upon her helpless form.

Covered in c*m and sweat, her legs refuse to budge no matter how much Hana wills herself to close them. Her energy has been drained from all the s****l adventure she has been forced to put through. Especially when they make that glowing green light appear from her chest. The added weight from her breasts make it even harder for the girl to navigate her slender body.

So she lies there with her back on the floor, legs still parted as wide as Enma-sama had left her to fend for herself. This allows the three men to enjoy the view to her lower lips, which still show signs of her uterine being yanked out. Some of her inner flesh have not been tugged in properly, resulting in creases to gather by her entrance.

“Hhmm, you know what, I think I know just the thing to top what Enma has done to you,” Isayah mutters to the used girl. “I’d like to take my turn alone first, if that’s alright,” he directs the words to the other two lords.

“I-i don’t mind,” says a bell-like child voice. Hana’s eyes lid up, and she finds herself staring at a boy no younger than ten in uniform. He has curly platinum blonde hair and soft golden eyes. Tiny freckles span across his face. He’s timid-looking, and moves like a kitten. If she had met him at a different setting, she wouldn’t even know that he’s a youkai. But after Enma, Hana has learned her lesson well. No one look as harmless as they may appear.

Hana shifts her gaze. The other guy wears traditional crimson yukata, with many layers underneath. He wears a tight-fitting black hat, has long blue-grey hair, and wears a mask to cover the lower part of his face. His exposed eyes are hard and worn, looking as if he has not had a good sleep in a very long time.

The guy says nothing, and Lord Isayah takes it as a silent agreement.

“Well then, how shall I begin?” Isayah grins as he approaches her, sweeping his gaze up and down at her body hungrily, chains suddenly materializing in his hands. “I’m going to end up taking you hard. I like to f**k, a lot, and I like the person I f**k to know I’ve been inside of them for days afterwards. If it gets too painful, or it’s too much for you to handle, tell me and I’ll try to slow down.”

‘Yeah, right. Like he really means that. Like she’s in here voluntarily.’

Though the first time she hears his crude, unfiltered words, Hana finds herself struggling to keep her composure. Even when she fails miserably, the demon still finds some form of satisfaction.

When she doesn’t say anything, he continues.

“I’m very old, and in my day we f****d to claim. We f****d to please our women and keep them sated for weeks after we’d gone to sea. My point is I’m going to f**k you hard and fast. I’m going to make damn sure you know it was me who f****d you. Understand?”

Her eyes turn glassy in less than a second, but that is all the sign of weakness he needs to pounce at her.

Her heart accelerated. Her p***y is soaking wet, and the moment his entire armor disappears, Hana wants to scream, stop! She has to bite her tongue to keep from saying it, not wanting to trigger him. These sadistic bastards are all the same. Scream, and they’ll go even harder on her.

Isayah wraps her wrists and ankles in chains, even though they all already know that she’s not going anywhere; with, or without.

He then places the chains beside the bed, and pulls her ankles to him.

“I’ve imagined what this would be like a million times, sweet girl. It also helped that your performances thus far have kept on fueling me with needs. The noises you’d make for me, and the sweet taste of your flesh,” his mouth lowers to kiss one ankle and then the other one. “The way you’d scream as I pumped my c**k into your tight sheath,” his fingers slide further up until they hold her thighs and push them apart. Her hands strained to push him, but he locks his eyes with hers and all thoughts of fighting him evaporated from her mind. His dark eyes — obsidian, black as night — warns her that she shouldn’t mess with him.

He kiss her inner thighs, trailing his tongue in an erotic pattern of swirls and kisses, making her dance and shiver in between anticipation and fear. “I’m going to f*****g destroy you, Hana-chan, until you want no other man. You’ll be begging me for more, demanding I f**k your tight p***y because you want no other but me between your legs.”

That’s quite arrogant of him to say. Few demon lords are fuming at him from the background, feeling slightly offended. Some remain as expressionless as ever, having been used to the Dark Phoenix’s over-the-top pridefulness.

“The only one? Hardly,” Aka Oni snorts, “I’d say some of us have left quite some marks inside her cunt already.”

“Let him be. It’s his turn, after all. He can say whatever he want to the human. In the end, it’s up to her body to judge,” Tsuriki assures his brother.

Maybe the aftermath of release is still going strong in her bloodstream, because sweat is pooling between Hana’s legs, as well as the back of her neck. Her hips begin to rock with need without her brain registering the motion, and as Isayah’s hands slide further up until he holds her thighs apart, his mouth hovers over the one place she itches the most.

“You want me to kiss you here?” he rasps as his tongue slides over the Hanabito’s wet heat. Hana cries out with need, and make other strange noises. “f**k, you taste better than you smell.”

Hana is shocked that he is kissed her right there, while remnants of the other men’s — no, not men, but demons — previous release is still thick on her skin. Her hands hold the chains as he controls her legs, which are trying to trap his head in place the moment that hot, seductive tongue touched her flesh.

“Open your legs, now,” his voice is stern and hold an air of authority. Her body immediately obeys him, pulled under his had control. At least that’s what she tells myself. “Look at yourself,” he continues. “Look at how wet that sweet p***y is from just one lick,” he say, as he indicates just how wet he makes her. “I’m going to make you come, and I want you to watch me do it,” he says as he yanks at the chains to reposition her body angle to lift up slightly. 

Hana braces for the part which will hurt, and embraces it. Only he has no plans of penetrating her. Yet. Lord Isayah sits between her legs and strokes his c**k slowly; the silken skin has swollen, leaving a monster of a c**k in its place. Hana has watched R-rated movies, and yes, even some XXX-rated ones, when she was curious and wanting to do some ‘research’. She knows that some enjoy being tied up, but knowing and having a first-hand experience are totally different things. Save to say, her heart in thundering inside her chest in ways it has never been evoked before.

She has never imagined anything of this magnitude.

“You were made for it,” he says, guessing where her thoughts have gone to. “You’ll take it all and more if I tell you to.”

“That thing isn’t normal,” Hana whispers.

“Afraid, little girl?” Isayah smiles.

“Are you going to do it?” She has no idea where she get this level of bravery from. Teases a girl too much, and she might just cave in, it seems. Hana is asking him because she’s unsure of how he plans to make her become undone, and if he’ll be inside of her for it. The girl has forgot to use her brain this time, because all she can think about is reaching her own release. She just knows there’s a serious pressure in the lower part of her body and she feels like a needy b***h. She wants him to make it happen again, and by happen, she means right freaking now.

“It’s not going to be fast, Hana-chan. I’m going to need to prepare you for me, and that’s going to take time . . . which I plan to enjoy. Tell me, was that the first time you have ever experience a uterine prolapse?”

She blinks. “A what?” Apparently, that’s all he needs to know.

“f**k, this is going to be so much fun. I’m going to enjoy this far more than I thought I would. I think this may actually take days to do properly,” he says with a devilish grin on his face.

Hana has a feeling by the time he’s done with her, she’ll hardly be able to move. He reaches up and pinches one n****e and then the other, his eyes never leaving hers. His other hand pushes against her pubic bone with just enough pressure that heat flares in her core.

“You know one of the good things about being a demon, Hana-chan?”

“What?”

He focuses intently on what he is doing to her, “I can hear your heart speed up when you’re afraid, or when you like something. For example, you like it. You get turned on waiting for it to turn from pain to pleasure,” he whispers as he bites his lower lip seductively.

“Pain is not a good thing,” she whimpers.

He smiles. “No?” he asks as his hands leave her body and he lifts both of her legs up. Her ass is fully exposed. She feels a bead of trepidation as his hand slaps her flesh sharply.

Hana cries out, and yes, for all of ten seconds she wants to slap him for doing this to her as she has the first time. Only, she feels her heart beat faster with anticipation for the pleasure it brings. The next one burns her flesh, and yet her p***y grows wetter as it has the first time he has done this. The next one is harder, but no longer painful. The sound of his hand as it smacks her flesh burns her ears but his hand against her flesh is pleasurable. She’ll surely have a red ass when this is done, but the moment his hand massages it, the more she moans with pleasure. He pulls his hand away and slaps it harder, this time he allows his hand to slap between her legs with the perfect weight behind it.

“f*****g hell, you’re a natural at this, sweet girl,” he says with a heavy accent this time, and she has a feeling that ‘sweet’ is not just some term of endearment. He releases one leg and his fingers slide over her very wet opening. “You’re already wet enough to be f****d again.”

She finds herself pushing her body against his fingers, but he removes the hand. He leans over her and smiles as his mouth claims hers in a kiss of total domination. When he pulls away, he smiles, but the darkness is back.

“Who is in control?” he asks.

“You are,” she replies.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Everything,” she answers without thinking, surprising even herself.

“You don’t know what you are asking for, but I damn well plan to show you.” His head lowers to her watermelon-breasts, where his teeth scrapes across the skin painfully, followed by a blur of red. Hana watches him as he lifts those obsidian eyes to her and bite into the soft tissue of her left breast. Pleasure erupted from deep inside of Hana, shaking her entire world, and spinning it from its axis. The girl moans as he takes the first pull, and then another. It is over as quick as it has started. He flicks one n****e, which is as hard as a pebble, and then the other.

This is crazy. Why is she letting him do all this?

“Good girl,” he says as he repositions her body yet again, this time lifting her up high enough for everyone to see. Dozens of full sized mirrors suddenly puffs to existence all around the room, so she can see herself and him when he rejoins her. Not only that, but the others are also reflected, showing just how much they are enjoying the sight of me becoming totally helpless against him. Isayah’s smile is devastating as he watched her reaction to her own state of depravity. “That’s what you look like to me, Hana-chan, absolutely perfect. Do you see how much I want you? And why I want you?”

She looks as if she’d been replaced with some sultry pinup girl. Her n*****s are bright pink from where he has flicked them. Her core is exposed to his greedy eyes, and even from where she lays, she can see the slick mess he and the others have created. Her hair's a mess, but it looks as if she has planned it right down to the last strand. Her lips are swollen, as if she has spent the last hour doing nothing but kissing him.

Hana tears my eyes from herself as he lowers herself back to him again. He is hard, and ready. But he is not using it yet. Instead, he smiles as one hand partes her thoroughly-f****d core and the other inserts one finger, and then another. “So f*****g slippery with need; can you see how wet you are? Can you hear it? Hear the sound it makes as I f**k it, and fill it with my fingers? You’ll take more, and you’ll beg for it, Emma. By tomorrow this sweet flesh is going to be swollen and sore from me f*****g it. You’ll remember it for days, and then right when your sweet p***y starts to recover, I’ll f**k it again, only harder.”

“Mmm, yes,” she murmurs around moans. He inserts another finger, and then his thumb slides over her c**t and she twists in his hold. She doesn’t know when this changed, but his dirty talk is starting to turn her on real good.

“Part your legs, now,” he growls and she tries her best to do as he asks. The noise of his fingers as they enter and part her flesh eventually takes over. Her muscles scream inside her, so they both have to rely on him to do most of the work to help guide her erratic lifts. “f**k them,” he encourages, and then smiles. “Like this,” he instructs as he pushes them inside, only to use his other hand as he slides it beneath her ass and lifts and then lowers at a steady pace. “Like that, now don’t take your eyes from mine. I want to see you as this p***y clenches against my fingers, and your sweet juices building to take more. Feel the way it’s sucking against them as it begs for more?” he stops the hand which remained under her ass, as he inserted another finger until it’s painfully full. “f**k, you’re so tight.”

“I-Isayah-sama,” she whimpers as she feels the growing tension coil in her belly.

“Let it go, and come for me, Hana-chan, come hard.”

She shatters. Her body feels boneless as blackness fills her mind. Stars erupt as her body continues rocking, even though his hand has stopped moving. She tries to keep my eyes locked with his — sensing the compulsion to do so — but she can’t see anything. She is still in that euphoric state when she senses him move between her legs. Red swirls around her, but Isayah holds her chin, preventing her from looking away. He wants her — all of her, including her unwavering attension.

The Hanabito moans as she finds him nudge her legs further apart. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he growls before he pushes his c**k inside of her.

The feeling of a c**k being embedded inside her somehow snaps Hana out of her state of frenzy like a bucket of ice water. She is becoming more than aware of what is transpiring, yet she also can’t deny the budding lust that’s spreading all over through her wanton body this time.

No, this can’t be happening. Is she actually . . . enjoying this? Oh Kami, no, why? Hana’s face twist between disgust and aphrodisiac.

He laughs. Isayah f*****g laughs! His grip is tightening so she can’t move away from him. Hana tries to stop the need she feels to get him out of her. I can smell her own arousal, and when she looks up at him, it is to find his eyes emitting darkness and his teeths dangerously long.

He pulls out a fraction and moves it back inside. Tears trail down her cheeks. His eyes lock with hers as he reaches up and tears the chains that hold Hana’s hands in place easily. His hands captured hers, as he gathers her wrists in one of his large hands, brings them down against her stomach. His other hand lifts one leg, and then the other, until they both rest on his shoulders. He pulls out and begins moving slowly. Which is much worse, because that means he’s planning to prolong this process for as much as he can, so that he can draw out the misery and struggle right out her face even more. As much as she likes to escape him, she can’t. As much as she wants to enjoy this, her pride is not allowing it.

Isayah gives her a wicked grin. “Told you you’re going to enjoy this; regardless of what you think of me.”

After a few moments of his gyrating hips, it starts to feel really good. The pleasure begins to spike and throb, Hana has no choice but to buck against him for more as her eyes close. “Oh hell,” she growls, matching his own tone. “Why does it feel so nice?”

“f**k, you’re so good,” he whispers as he pulls out to the tip and then drives his c**k deep inside. “Too good, Hana-chan. You need to come for me.”

As if he needs to remind her? There’s no way her body can deny his advances — she’s not immune to any of them. She is falling over that cliff with nothing to hold her back. It takes exactly three more moments of him rocking those hips for her to find that restrain and jump. Her n*****s hardens and slick heat fills her center right before her p***y detonates and she screams his name to the throaty sound of his laughter.

Hana feels his body tenses as his c**k pushs inside harder, and then her legs are pushed to her shoulders and he lets loose. The sound of flesh meeting flesh is erotic and fills the room. His grunts meet her moans and Hana explodes again. His pupils dilate with pleasure. And, after a few moments, his teeth retreat back to their normal state.

The girl is still high in euphoria even as Lord Isayah allows her to catch her breath. Her wrists are still being chained together, this time lifted up, most probably anchored to the ceiling. It forces her to stay on her knees, her way-too-large breasts bouncing ever so slightly according to the humming of her ragged breathing. Sweat trickles from her forehead, running down past her nose and chin. Her breasts are coated with the same wetness, but the real mess starts at the itching hotness between her legs.

Oh sweet f**k. The phoenix lord has stayed true to his words — she can still feel him even when he has already pulled out of her. Hana remembers letting out a cry when he dislodges himself from her, protesting from the lost. Her p***y loves his c**k so much that the walls have collapsed yet again, and now it lays out from her inside, just hanging low from her p***y lips, loose and lumpy, just waiting for his next move.

She knows that he’s still behind her, even when he doesn’t allow her to turn around. He yanks the chains every time she tries to do so, and she doesn’t want to risk him leaving her high without another release. Is he done? No, this can’t be it, right? There’s still so many things he can do to her. Is he just going to leave her uterus out there like this? Is he not planning to help her? What will happen if no one does anything to her uterus? Is it just going to hang out like this forever? Something is missing from her head. She’s sure that there’s a fail safe to a situation like this, but her mind can’t think clearly right now. Her thoughts is full of c***s and the possibilities one too many might bring her.

“Look at this b***h. Panting like a w***e already,” someone says from the side, but Hana can’t even bother to tilt her head to see who is speaking. Pretty sure it’s Kabari, the Aka Oni, though. He’s always the one who comes up with the wittiest comments.

A pair of shoes step into her line of sight, and she notices how small they actually are. Hana lifts her head slightly, catching a sight of curly platinum blonde and round face. Something is different about him, but she can’t quite tell.

“Y-you don’t mind if I touch her, don’t you?” She’s not sure who he’s speaking to.

“Be my guest. I’m only interested in one thing right now,” comes Isayah’s hoarse response from behind, before she can feel his fingertips tracing light touches against her ruined uterus — yes, she uses the term ‘ruined’, because it has already been stretched so badly that it loses its tight factor now. Will she ever be the same again?

Unconsciously, Hana moves her hips to meet his touch, but Isayah quickly retreats, as if reading her intension. He’s back to his controlling self again. He wants to tease her, and then . . . and then what?

Teru gazes upon the thoroughly f****d female form, feeling heat still rushing to his face. Unlike Lord Enma, the ruler of Hell, Teru is just as young as his appearance suggests — well, as young as a youkai child is supposed to be. His father had been one of Rika-sama’s most loyal follower, and when he passed, Teru is there to take in his place as his father’s eldest. He has to; his entire clan are Rika-sama’s followers, and Teru never questions things.

The Byakko successor stands before the girl, eyeing her curiously. He has seen her being penetrated multiple times, in multiple ways over the course of this experiment. Something different about the last one though. He and the rest witnessed as Lord Isayah lost control of himself, causing his red wings to unfurl in the process. Is it really possible to lose in oneself mid-f**k? Had it been so good that even the Great Dark Phoenix even lost control of his bearing? How is it possible? But those questions can only be confirmed if Teru tests it out, which he plans to do right now. The young tiger has never truly participate in adultery, though he is very much aware of couplings. Youkais are not very subtle in their ways, though Teru still finds himself blushing often times, especially when it occurs right in front of him.

With the way the Hanabito is looking at him, especially in how her darkened gaze focus at the twitching thing underneath his pants, it’s easy to tell that she wants him also. Without wasting another thought, she leans down her head until her face is at the same level at his genital, the chains stretching far enough for her to take the zipper in between her teeth and pulls down. Teru sucks in her breath, but he’s not the only one who’s surprised by her bold gesture. The Hanabito doesn’t stop there. She uses her mouth and takes a bite at his underwear, sliding it away so that his d**k can spring free. The moment her pink lips captures him, Teru lets out a purr, causing his ears and tails to pop into view. He’s so affected that he can’t even hold back for the inevitable.

The girl sucks him until his d**k becomes fully engorged, growing three times its usual flaccid size. He’s doing such a good job at it too, catching every droplet of pre-c*m that forms at his tip. The Hanabito, Hana-onechan, is sucking his genital like it’s a piece of candy, and Teru can’t want this to stop. He’s so drown in the sensation that his demonic side awakens, coaching him to worse. Her breasts are becoming very tempting fast, and he wants nothing more than to latch into her. At the same time, he also doesn’t wish for her to stop. So what should he do?

Following his inner instinct, Teru lifts himself up and spins one hundred and eighty degree at the same time, catching her by surprise. Upside down, his hands and legs latch onto her, though he uses some of his mana to lessen his weight, as to not strain her fragile human body. Mouth still full of his d**k, Teru opens his mouth, his lips and fangs ready to n****e at the nearest n****e he can find. Hana-onechan moans around his d**k, and the vibration causes something hot to pool in his lower half.

Teru swipes his tongue around her areola, sucking at her tit like he’s a newborn kitten. Once his mouth finds her n****e, he just can’t stop sucking, his mouth working to pump her delicious milk out.

Behind Hana, Isayah drops himself low until his face is at the same level at her hanging uterus, before swiping his tongue across the overstretched skin. The girl lets out a muffled moan even louder, and the little sounds she makes encourages him to continue teasing her uterus. He starts by tracing his tongue lightly, tasting the girl, himself, as well as the many that has been inside her before him. Isayah doesn’t mind the mingled taste, having been used to attention youkai orgies before, where anyone can f**k anyone. He switches between flicking his tongue and kissing the pulled flesh, before finally moving on to nibbling. Hana’s breathing labors this time, and her unsealing can’t come any sooner.

Her uterus must be super sensitive, because before they know it, the girl is cumming hard again. Isayah catches every droplet of juice he can get, of course, but something bigger is at play.

When Hana-onechan’s breasts expands through the green light, Teru’s mouth is still very much still wrapped around her n****e, causing this raw Hanabito energy to shoot right into his mouth. The Byakko tries to pull away, but it’s too late. Both n*****s burst out with milk, and the one attached to his mouth causes green energy to pour right into the back of his throat, making Teru swallows fast as she swallows his seeds in return. The young youkai can feel the pure energy pooling inside his guts, and before he knows it, his body expands.

Hana watches in surprise at the small boy turns into a full adult male, tails curling around her neck to gratify himself. His d**k is still inside her mouth, and when the size drastically changes, the girl finds herself choking from his d**k, which is now twice the size of his previous full hard on. All of this happens while he is still cumming inside her throat, causing a sudden blockage that allows his seeds to quickly gather inside her windpipe. Hana can’t swallow fast enough, especially when being caught off guard with his sudden child to adult transformation. As a result, c*m is leaking out from the only other place she has, her nose.

Her nostrils burn, but she forces herself to keep swallowing, else she wants the pain to go on. The girl quickly puts her throat to work, drinking all of Teru-chan’s.

While she’s busy drinking him, Teru wastes no time in grabbing hold on both n*****s with his claws and point them at his mouth, swallowing the milk she gives to him.