Subversive | Youkai #2

5.5

His c**k is already semi erect even before she gets there, but its size is already at an alarming rate. He can’t be any thicker than the width of her wrist. How is she going to fit that in? And what is she going to do once he finally gets fully erect?

“What are you doing, onna? Keep walking,” Aka Oni snaps at her, and Hana braces herself before continuing.

Hana looks like a child when standing in comparison to Lord Ayasha. Her slender body is just the typical Japanese girls her age have, but it is nothing when being compared to the giant dark demon.

It is also from this distance that she finally notices that a sword hilt is sticking out from behind his back. Just like the guy, the sword is big and wide. Is he going to f**k her while still wearing that armor?

Lord Ayasha gestures for her to turn around when she finally gets to his side. Hana follows his instruction.

“Good, now lower yourself into me.”

The girl begins by kneeling down, before arching her backside toward him. To help balance herself, Hana crawls on all four. She is just in the progress to descending herself toward the Lord, when he suddenly barks at her.

“Hurry, girl. I don’t have time for your idleness.”

Nervous, Hana aims down randomly, causing the target to miss its hole. As a result, she can feel his thick semi-erect c**k sliding against the valley of her ass, the hot rod seemingly to be nesting in between the round cheeks there. The girl lets out a moan, feeling the strain of her skin where it is forced to accommodate his size.

“That’s not where it’s supposed to go. Try again,” he mutters.

Hana tries to separate her ass from his d**k, before trying to take another aim. She looks down as she tries to estimate where to descent her waist, catching on the way the other males are leering at her bare breasts and p***y on the way. The girl gritted her teeth, before finally moving her hips. Something hot touches her entrance, and it takes everything in her body to concentrate and not run away.

“Take my c**k inside you.”

Now Hana leans back, intending to use her own body weight to help with the push. She knows that it is better to allow this to happen as fast as it can, but the girl is scared. She is not very experienced in this s*x thing, and so far everything that has happened to her has been taken from her. Is she even doing this right.

They others watch as the two meat bubbles that are attached to the Hanabito’s chest jiggle as she tries to take in their superior’s c**k. They watch as her p***y lips finally part under the pressure of Lord Ayasha’s thick head, before allowing the rest of him slide inside her. The girl is dry though, which makes the progress much slower than some might prefer. Though it doesn’t mean that some of them are not having fun, watching her face squirm with slight pain and fear every now and then.

When she tilts her body back at the Lord, to help with the descend, they can finally get an even better sighting of her parts. Her p***y hole is small, they can tell, and taking Ayasha-sama’s d**k dry like that is not a wise choice. But then again, it’s not like they intend to help the girl at all. It’ll be fun, watching the Hanabito twist her face as she sweet p***y tries to engulf the giant.

Finally, after waiting for so many centuries, they have finally obtained the Hanabito. They are going to milk every ounce of power from this girl tonight. Rika-sama, their clan leader, has allowed them to do as they please, as long as the girl’s not dead. Their leader, the spider youkai queen, is planning to experiment on the Hanabito. Rika-sama alone doesn’t really need the power of the Hanabito, since she is already beyond strong. Though that does not mean that she can’t entertain herself by putting through experiments on the girl’s body. And one of the things the great spider youkai will like to proof is the strain of the Hanabito’s body. How far can she last, before youkai c***s break her?

That is also why all of her lieutenants are gathering in this room. Usually, members of the Great Thirteen are tasked to guard each of their assigned station, and as not allowed to leave their post for an extended period of time — unless their leader permit them to. This time, Rika-sama need each individual present because she needs their power. She wants to know just how far the Hanabito can take, when facing some of the most formidable lieutenants in her ranks. They know that Rika-sama is watching from somewhere at the distant, as always, and they do not plan to disappoint her.

It was decided beforehand that they are going to take the girl one by one according to their rank, from the highest to the lowest. Their rank structure doesn’t really represent their level of power per se, but instead represents the chronological order of who joined in, with Lord Ayasha being the first among them. Though when it comes down to who is the strongest, there is no doubt that the man himself is the one. Not only has he been the one who has been following Rika-sama the longest, making him the most loyal one of all, but he is also the strongest of the strongest in the group. The other lieutenants look up to him, while others see him as a very trustworthy comrade.

Ayasha-sama is not one to be idle, and nor will this first copulation be.

Try as the girl might be, but his c**k refuses to budge any deeper than it already is. She barely has an inch of him inside her, but her p***y has already stopped taking in. They know that the girl is struggling to get it in, knowing that her freedom (and possibly her life) is at stake, but this is not the rate that the Lord likes. She’s going to slow, and the feel of her tight cunt pinching him by the tip is just too excruciating.

When he runs out of patience, Lord Ayasha grabs both of the human girl’s arm, before yanking her down to meet his c**k. What is left of his length is then made to sink into the girl’s womb, filling her up so well, the w***e screams.

“Hhhhhiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh~!!!”

Oh, and what a delicious scream she makes.

Lord Ayasha wastes no time, yanking her back and forth while his erection grow fuller. The poor girl is practically screaming, in both pain and pleasure, from the sudden intrusion. Her whole body is shaking as the Lord moves her as he sees fit, using the delicate walls of her hole mercilessly, jerking his d**k in and out of her in a perfectly timed rhythm. The more he makes her moves, the faster he becomes, and his strength will not be limited even from this sitting position.

Hana can feel him increasing in size inside her, pushing her walls even more far apart than it already is, testing the limit of her stretchiness by the second. He makes her take him all in, and unfortunately for her (but fortunately for him), her passage is built to be so deep that even she can take in a gigantic c**k like his. Hana’s hole is rammed in so deep inside her without knowing any mercy. He makes it so that his length is thrusting in and out of her in a way drills a permanent mark inside her.

She can feel him; every throb, every friction, every single sensation he creates when he makes her full. There is no pause for him, only an eagerness to find his release that is as strong as his own strength and will. Hana doesn’t know how long she can take this; her whole world is shaking until it all turns into a blur. But the girl doesn’t have to be kept waiting for long, because before they know it, Lord Ayasha is already spilling his seeds into her womb.

Hana is dropped to the floor immediately, disposed off like an unwanted napkin that has no use. She has never felt so used; so disregarded before. Once he finds his release, Ayasha no longer finds the need to keep her around.

“I’m done with her. Please take her as you see fit,” he tells the others. “Let this ceremony opening marks the start of the Hanabito’s descent.”

The others cheer, and begin moving toward the girl.

Hana has never felt so breathless before, her body beating like a strangled bird. c*m is leaking from her p***y, and she can feel his slickness mingling with her own, brushing up against the walls of her dark depths. She is too tired to move. Her body feels like it has been through an hour’s worth of marathon running. Even if she wants to run away now, she can’t, because the other youkais are approaching.

The next faces she sees are the ones that she is already familiar with; Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox, Aka Oni, and Tsuriki, the Tree Demon.

“Nice to see you again, sweet thing,” Aka Oni says to her tauntingly. She can see him smirk through the corner of her eyes.

“Too bad you didn’t c*m. I’d like to have a taste of your milk one more time,” Tsuriki says, poking at her breast experimentally.

“Oi, Kabari, was it you who got the first taste of her?” Ahri asks the Aka Oni.

“No, that would be Tsuriki. Didn’t stop me from taking her other virginity though,” the redhead says, gesturing at her asshole.

“Well, who would have though. You’re quite the slut, aren’t you?” Ahri smiles down at Hana, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The Nine-Tailed bores his red eyes into hers intensely, as if planning to eat her up through his eyes.

“So what about it? Wanna take her at the same time?” Kabari asks. 

“I don’t see why not, as long as I get her breasts first,” Tsuriki responds.

“Then it is agreed. I shall take her from behind, then,” Ahri says standing up, taking her by the wrists before lifting the girl up into a standing position. Tsuriki kneels in front of her, so the tall youkai’s head is aligned with her breasts. With Ahri behind her and Tsuriki in front of her, there shouldn’t be a spot left, until Kabari sneaks in from the inside and grabs her chin, tilting her head to face him.

“Are you ready, Hanabito-chan?” the Aka Oni bores his opal eyes at her, studying her breathlessness. Lord Ayasha has done her in, but it doesn’t seem like they are planning to stop anytime soon.

Hana doesn’t understand how can these people just talk about where to take her, right in front of the girl herself, as if she is nothing more than a merchandise? Oh, that’s right. It’s because they are not people; they are a bunch of heartless demons. 

Without warning, a d**k plunges into her asshole, causing the girl to scream in pain. That hole of hers has not been thoroughly soaked yet, making it difficult for Ahri to push in. But it doesn’t matter, because this other hole will be just as wet as the other one once he is done with it.

Copying his comrade’s movement, Tsuriki slips his c**k into her front opening, his long, skinning d**k making itself home inside her p***y with ease. But of course, how can she forget about all of those tiny little pricks grown on his c**k? He’s gonna make her bleed, that’s for sure — lubrication or no lubrication.

All the memories of her first time flashes before her mind, and suddenly the pain intensified. Hana lets out a whimper of pain as she can feel Tsuriki’s thorny d**k pricking at her v****a walls, but her voice is soon muffled when Kabari leans in to claim her lips, his wicked tongue already prepared to defile her mouth.

Hana screams into his mouth, feeling his explorative tongue grazing against hers in the most erotic manner. She can still recall the way he had penetrated her mouth, in more ways than one, and the girl soon finds herself on the verge of tears. How can such a thing happen again? It seems that no matter what she does, these jerks will find her and reduce her back to this humiliating submission position. She doesn’t want this, but she can’t fight them as well. What should she do?

Aka Oni makes his entrance by lifting one of her legs, before making his way into her cunt as well. It should not be possible, but Kabari somehow finds a way to fit himself inside the human girl’s tight passage, even with Tsuriki’s thorny d**k is also inside her at the same time. It certainly feels very full in her stomach, but the triplets had made sure that her body is ready for anything half an hour ago. Can’t Kabari feel the pain of Tsuriki’s thorns? If he does, the redhead doesn’t show it. Instead, he thrusts in and out of her, as if nothing is wrong. 

The three move against her like she is just hole to be used, hands and c***s not shy from staking claim upon her body. By the time they are done with her, Hana has been so thoroughly used that her body can’t help but to naturally react from the heightened senses. Green glows around her bosom, and when it dies out, a new size appears. Her breasts are so fat and full, she almost wants these merciless demons to suck her breasts, just so that she can stop feeling so full. It doesn’t help with the way her breast size is going, but almost she doesn’t have to stay feeling so uncomfortable.

Different mouths clap around her breasts, sucking so hard that the skin feels so tender and sensitive. Sometimes, it can be too much that the mouths have to take turns, or share. c***s tighten inside both passages, causing mind-altering frictions in what seems like never ending turns. They f**k her in such a mind numbing way, her mind goes blank for several moments — which is good, since Hana wants nothing more than to escape. She doesn’t want to be f****d by these strangers; all she wanna do is be together with Hiki-kun — but even that dream is ruined.

When they notice how Hana is distancing herself while they f**k her, the youkai lords become irritated. So as punishment, they treat her even harsher; by slamming their d***s inside her so hard, the girl might as well start bleeding, and by clapping their teeth around her n*****s until they almost got cut by these youkais’ razor sharp teeth. Hana squeals in pain, and it slams her consciousness right back to reality.

Ahri, Kabari and Tsuriki; all three chuckle darkly at her, once they see her disheveled state. The girl looks confused, like a deer caught in a headlight. But the men never stop the thrusting, and it doesn’t take long before Hana’s senses fully snap back to reality.

The reality of her current state is so cruel, Hana wants nothing more than to cry and crawl back, away from their smelly c***s and filthy hands. She has never felt so tainted, so used. She is afraid that if they have their way any longer with her, she might permanently stuck being smelly like them.

Their d***s are confining, in a way that three huge bulges are buttheading against the thin membrane that separates her v****a from her rectum. Hana hates this cruel s****l act — especially since these youkais just keep reminding her of how pleased they are when using her body like this — but she hates it more that her body is slowly taking some form of enjoyment from this forced copulation. It almost gives off a message that she is secretly liking this — which she doesn’t, Hana likes to remind herself.

When they finally can’t hold it in anymore, both youkais decide to increase their pacing. Ahri thrusts his d**k in and out of the human girl’s ass until her walls turn red all over, Kabari becomes bolder and faster with his fat d**k, while Tsuriki’s thorny c**k rams like a grater, making such a mess inside her v****a. The triple clashing elements finally comes together in an epic discharging climax.

They c*m in copious amount, so much that her stomach feels so full. By the time the fox, aka oni and tree demon finally pull out, a steady stream of semen river is flowing from both holes, a bit of red hints accompanied once in a while.

Hana feels choked, even though no one is touching her neck. She is dropped none too gently to the ground. Actually, the men just let go of her, and her lack of strength causes her to fall — but same difference. They are the ones who have caused her to fall into this stage; they should have taken some degree of responsibility, rather than washing their hands off completely from her.

“s**t! I know that she’s delicious, but this taste though— it’s like the milk is getting richer!” Tsuriki breaks out of character and crushes out loud. He is so hyped up after f*****g the girl, and the milk is all he can think about — and some of her other tender parts as well, of course.

“Yes, I know what you mean. I can certain get this different hint of taste in my tongue. Could it be—? That the more the seal gets temporarily removed, and the more expanded her breasts are, the richer the nectar will taste?” Ahri assessing thoughtfully while subconsciously licking his bottom lip, capturing the last of the girl’s essence.

“Definitely! Now I can’t wait to another turn,” Kabari eyes Hana’s used form acutely. Even though she is already soaked with c*m, he still feels a desire for her body. Something about this girl is just way too addictive for her own good.

Is it because she is the hanabito? Is that it? If so, he wishes that there would be more hanabitos in this world, so that he can keep one for himself. He’ll eventually grow out of it, of course, being an ancient being that have lived for thousands of years. Though that doesn’t mean that he can’t have some time while the chance allows it. Maybe Rika-sama will give this girl to him, once she has all of her uses squeezed out.

Their pleasant time is interrupted however, when they hear an undermining chuckle coming from behind. All three lords glance at the sixth seat, which belong to none other than the pompous Lord Haku, the Ushi-Oni.

Ushi-Oni . . . that means he’s the ox . . . or the spider? Hana’s mind still tries to make sense despite all of this.

“Are you really that impressionable that you’re this happy?” the person, who looks more like a young man Hana’s age, says, smoking the pipe in his hand as he does so.

“Huh! If you’re so confident about your own opinion, then why don’t you just try it yourself huh, Haku?” Kabari challenges him.

“Don’t address me so casually,” Lord Haku’s tone turns sharply, still feeling too high and mighty for his own good, despite already joining in their ranks six millennia ago. He is much older and powerful compared to some of the senior seats, and it still bothers him that such arrangement is allowed.

“Too bad it’s Xerax-sama’s turn after this though, unless you don’t mind sharing,” the redhead grins cheekily.

“Hmmfh! As if I will share. The Okami can have his turn alone,” Haku arrogantly replies, before turning his attention back to smoking his pipe.

Hana turns her gaze to the person sitting opposite to Lord Haku. The one that is addressed as the Okami is large, his topless body packed with muscled at every inch allowed. He wears a painted wolf mask, so Hana can’t really tell what he really looks like underneath. Tattoos decorate his skin, inks in the color of crimson. His hair is long, spiky and jet black, spanning all the way to his back. The only significant article of clothing he wears is his dark baggy pants, which will come off in about a few minutes.

Lord Xerax, the Okami, straightens his back at the mention of his name — as if he has just been busted from dozing off. He looks around, finding that all eyes are locked on the breathless girl, and turns his attention to her as well. So this is the hole Rika-sama wants them to fill? Well, an order is an order . . . . With that, Xerax stands up from where he sits, and drops his pants.

His d**k looks just like the rest of him; thick, muscled, and intimidating. He is covered with red inked tattoos even down there, from the start of his pelvic bones, down to the ankles of his feet. Even his c**k is tattooed. She can see the rest of the patterns, which now looks more like fur than anything else.

Hana is still lying flat on the floor. He walks toward her, kneels down to her level, and then turns her around, so that her face is facing the floor. She can’t see what he’s gonna do, and that might be his intention all along.

“Huh, why do I have to strain myself with this human?” She can hear his baritone voice muttering lowly with a complaint.

A second later, Hana can feel fingers on her womanhood, probing and searching ever so carelessly, long fingers that belonged to the wolf youkai, who parts her moist nether lips with ease. Not long after, she feels him sliding one single digit inside her slick passage. Hana's body can still jerk involuntarily, in accordance with the feeling of his index finger invading her tight, vaginal core. She is so bothered at the feeling of his finger inside her, that it tears an unexpected cry from her lips.

"Aaaahhhhh!" she cries out through gritted teeth.

She sings so well, the male shivers — though he is not the only one. Others spin their head toward the girl, not believe how sweet her moan sounds. So she can make noises like this, if played right? Damn those sadists! If it weren’t for their rough tendencies when f*****g a female like her, the other lords’ d***s would have jolted awake long ago.

“f**k, she's still so tight!” she heard the Okami hisses in a delighted surprise. His qualms of her being as a human is completely forgotten, as Hana can feel his fingers proceeding to piston back and forth into her womanhood, stretching her with two fingers.

Hana has to bite her lip at the feeling of his finger slipping in and out of her, stroking inside her. It still feels foreign . . . even though she has already been f****d so thoroughly. Is it because she doesn’t know this man?

Though in a way, his touch only makes her body responds to his primal need. Hana leans down her trembling thighs, as the heat deep within her belly tightens and intensifies into a burning, all-consuming fire, making her feels slightly needy for something — something that involve into a large need to be filled. Thankfully, the wolf youkai answers her body’s silent call by slipping another digging, growing the stretch of her passage even more than her body can ever 

filling her to the brink until she can only feel complete fullness.

His fingers is soaked by her precious discharge and blood, as well as the combined stench of the men before him; yet he doesn’t seem to mine one bit. In fact, he uses the already existing liquid to help with the friction.

Hana's muscles clench around Xerax-sama' thrusting digits, unknowingly driving the male wolf insane with lust.

“She's so tight . . . and—and so f*****g wet already,” the Okami manages to choke out, though more to himself than anything. He then leans over, to start kissing the nape of Hana's neck, before slowly dipping down his lips to shoulders.

Through the fog of desire that is clouding Hana's mind, she can feel the Xerax-sama’s smooth and sensuous lips brushing feathery-light strokes on her skin, soothing and kissing her like a lover would have had done in preparation for a love making.

It is only after a few minutes from this point that that Hana finally realizes he is still wearing his mask, so something must have happened while she can’t look. Maybe he has partially taken off his mask? She can still feel the cold texture of the mask against her skin, though she can definitely the feel the texture of his lips also.

Then, Xerax's tongue is on her. It is not like a coarse tongue of a despicable creature as she has feared, but the tongue of a man thirsty with just a taste of her. The hands on her breasts appear, and are immediately kneading intimately, palms and fingers that wrap around both of her erect n*****s.

Instantly, Hana's body shudders at the new feeling. Yes, so much different. Others have wanted to take and just keep taking, but this one, despite the first impression he gives off, is only giving and giving, as far as she can tell. He is definitely hard for her, she can tell. His c**k is rubbing from her ass, but he is not showing any indication of wanting to enter her — at least not just yet. It seems like he wants to explore her better before doing so. Slow and sensual. There is no rush.

Hana can vaguely feel the nudge of a nose and the tickle of hair on her skin, when Xerax continues to nibble her until she has her hips jerking in time with his hand’s sinking digits. Her body glistening with sweat as the heat builds up inside her. The feeling of this wolf demon touching her down there wrenches a moan from her.

Without warning, she feels Xerax splaying her folds once more, and inserts yet another finger into her . . . three fingers to stretch and stroke her intimately there, again and again; while the male’s lips, teeth and tongue are working on other parts of her, hands kneading from one breast to the other alternately, driving all rational thoughts that are still left behind away from Hana's mind.

Her stomach is knotted from the foreign emotions that the Okami is able to evoke in her, one powerful demon lord who is lying so close to her from the top, and exploring her like she is a new land that he wants to conquer.

She can feel the same lips lowering to her shortly after, firm and demanding. The sculpted lips rain kisses on like he is desperate for further taste of her. Well, maybe that’s right.

Hana knows this because she can hear him say breathily, right next to her ear. “Kami, I want to suck your beautiful, little cunt, human,” the Okami says as his fingers sink in deeper into her tight core, knuckles deep that Hana can't resist bucking her hips against those erotic fingers. Another gasping cry wrenches from her lips as she feels something hot and overpowering building up inside her, like she is about to break.

Kami! This is so different from what she has experienced so far. It’s so unfamiliar that she almost forgets about what pure bliss is all about.

“I have never seen such pretty folds like yours, human. All pink and smooth. It makes my c**k throbs at the thought of just driving myself into—”

“You are such a dirty talker, Xerax-sama . . . this surprises me greatly. Do you whisper those kind of things to all your partners, I wonder?” says Kabari the Aka Oni abruptly, while Hana can feel his eyes looking at the two of them intensely, especially in places where she is connected t the wolf lord. Is he . . . jealous?

The Okami is in the middle of sucking and biting the back of her neck, marking her as his, when this question is asked.

“No, Kabari-san . . . I must admit that I don’t usually partake in the art of s****l making.”

Something change in those golden eyes of his. “Then, don't let us stop you from saying those things to the human girl . . . I do believe the girl seems to respond to your dirty words . . . We want to watch her squirm while you tease her so.”

“That can be arranged.”

“But please don't prolong it, Xerax-sama. We’re getting impatient. We want her to c*m soon,” another adds in.

“I’ll make her c*m whenever the f**k I want,” he snaps a little bit harshly, before biting her down hard, causing Hana to weep in pain. “Though I do think she's nearing her orgasm, my lords.” Xerax responds after he unclasps his jaws from Hana’s back, a trail of blood evident on his lips and her skin. His voice has now thickened and hoarse with need, skittering over her ear and neck. Hana senses her muscles tightening down there, while her entire body begins to quake with short tremors as something inside her starts to inevitably unravel.

Is this what it feelings like . . . for being pleasured by another willingly?

“Kami . . . she's getting tighter around my fingers,” the dark haired remarks, and after those words, the demon starts plucking and strumming her with renewed frenzy, tuning her to that ultimate ending which is just within her grasps.

Their breathing becoming laboured while they build up the burning ache inside Hana's loins into an inferno with their combine ministrations.

It feels so good . . . too good . . . and he is not even inside her yet. This is so mind breaking!

“Let’s make you c*m. I want you wet and cleansed before I take you,” Xerax whispers in between licking and suckling her neck, creating a slight vibration into her pulse as he speaks.

Hana can only helplessly writhe and tremble against his sensuous assault. The fire in her veins generate a raw and unfathomable emotion, which results to her getting hot from between the legs.

And when Xerax-sama finally sinks a fourth digit inside her, added with a stroke of his thumb, just over the little bundle of nerves hidden in between her folds, Hana's body comes to life at the electrifying feeling concentrated on her sensitized nub.

In no time, all inhibitions that Hana has felt is abandoned, as something primal and instinctive takes possession of her body instead. She is meeting the Okami’s pistoning fingers freely and roughly now, moaning and whining wantonly, and making all the men around her growl with approval as her defences completely disintegrate.

With a few more strokes over her c**t, as well as the repeated beckoning gesture inside her, which brushes against that spongy tissue at the back of her vaginal walls, added with the amazing movement of the perfectly feral mouth that suck and play with the sides of her neck simultaneously, and the hand that kneads non-stopping from her chest, it doesn't come as a surprise when Hana finally cums HARD and FAST, screaming and sobbing until that is the only sound they can hear echoing through the closed quarter, as the very first earth-shattering orgasm overtook her.

It’s so much better . . .  so good compared to anything she has experienced . . . that the green light of the temporal unsealing glows too bright, it blinds everyone’s sight until the light is all they can see for a full minute.