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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
Chapter 18.
O-Raijuki’s thrusts, deep and slow, though steadily increasing in pace were exactly what Megumi needed to get off. She was riding the wave and it was quickly rising towards the heavenly peak she would need to defeat him.
A couple of the growth nodules on the underside of the ridge of his crown and a particular knot of bulging vein further down the shaft were teasing her clitoris with each thrust and outstroke and she found herself looking forward to each and every contact of those parts of his cock with that part of her pussy.
He had engulfed her head again into his maw, French kissing her open mouth for a while before apparently deciding the interplay wasn’t enough for him and he had stuffed every orifice she had with probing tentacles – ears, nostrils, mouth. A loop of tentacle around her throat to further constrict her oesophagus for the one in her mouth, which was as big as any cock she had ever sucked and was right now ploughing her throat for all it was worth. The ones up her nostrils were deep too, somehow caressing the nerve endings in her sinuses. It was a strange sensation that, once she was used to it and knew she wasn’t going to be sneezing every second of this match, was actually quite a pleasant and erotic sensation. Having her ears stuffed with tentacle tongue was just tickling and weird though. Fortunately, it didn’t last more than a few minutes before he released her and withdrew his multi-tongue from her face.
She clenched hard with her pussy muscles, increasing the sweet hot tingling friction, while he caressed her buttocks and breasts, the tips of his fingers plying her nipples, stroking, flicking, depressing, it was all a lovely amalgamated sensation that only added to her rapidly rising pleasure.
It was a thick finger, fat as a human cock, penetrating her bottom that instigated her climax and she squealed around the tongue-cock down her throat as she felt herself engulfed with powerful and plasmatic waves of sexual joy. The waves crashing one after the other, each adding their spiking energy to the core of her chi reservoir and building it, like a pre-eruption volcano. And then like the Tunguska event, it detonated.
A spherical explosion of plasmafied chi burst outward and formed a three-metre diameter ball of pearlescent white fire. The white ball of orgasmic energy instantly turned opaque, while across its surface writhing, dancing arcs of blue-spectrum light plasma circumnavigated over and over, or burst forth and then dissipated like miniature solar flares. In fact, for a brief brilliant moment, the sphere resembled a blue-white star precisely. It bleached everything within its range and scorched anything that was too close to it. Anything inside it, besides its birth-mother of course, would be utterly vaporised.
With a crackling electric whoosh, the all-decimating plasma orb sucked itself back inward, imploding as quickly as it had birthed. The whole lifecycle of the sphere lasted four seconds. And at the end of it, once the sphere had imploded to nothing, leaving behind no evidence of it but bleached and burned cushions and drapes, and a few corpses of innocent women and girls who had remained hiding inside the chamber.
Megumi was still there… And so was O-Raijuki.
Megumi looked back over her shoulder. Pale. Aghast. Unbelieving. Her angelic-ice blue eyes glistening with shocked tears at finding herself gripped tight by the high-ranking Demon, who she had been gambling on murdering with her orgasm.
O-Raijuki laughed that deep accented guttural sound that seemed to emanate somewhere in the pit of his stomach.
“I win, I think…” He said teasingly, his fucking pace continuing unabated.
It was the first time this had ever happened. Megumi Amano had gambled with her body, and she had lost.
<><><>
Amano Jyaku settled Bodie down across one of the bench seats in the cargo bed of their truck. He also handed him an M1 carbine from the floor. One of the American’s discarded weapons. It wasn’t for use. It was meant to make Bodie feel better, feel like he could defend himself if he was discovered. Though there was no reason to believe he would be as long as he stayed silent and still.
Jyaku phased out of the truck’s rear compartment and looked around. The rain was pelting down outside, a real torrential thunderstorm overhead that was somehow apt to what was going on inside. There were no Germans anywhere near him. A small contingent was huddled together around the guardroom door near the Gatehouse’s main entryway. However, they were only paying attention to the oil barrel fire they had lit and trying to keep themselves warm and dry while standing around it chatting. They posed no danger to him.
He slipped back into the human Realm again, satisfied he could do so unnoticed. And then hurried across the lower and upper courtyards toward the main entrance. The rain seemed so heavy that beneath the electric lights, casting pools of dirty orange, the rain there seemed almost like a mist. Jyaku darted around the edge of the twin courtyards, trying to use the walls of the Schloss to protect him from the worst of the rain and to keep to the shadows.
He came to the entrance steps without interruption and paused at the large double front doors. He phased out of the Realm just enough to be able to step through the doors unseen and came upon the aftermath of a battle.
There were a number of bodies littering the chessboard floor of the vestibule and a number of men milling about, moving slowly, exhausted, reeling from recent stresses. The floor was littered with spent cartridges and there was a hazy cloud of propellant smoke and the stink of gun-smoke hanging around just above head height, making the staircases opposite appear a little insubstantial. There were bullet holes, hefty clumps of mostly destroyed stone and marble, and dusty residue piles most of which was visible to the near right side of the expansive hallway. Jyaku looked over to the left at the double doors to the chamber they had chosen as their staging area room.
He had hoped, unrealistically he could admit to himself, that he would have found Megumi and her strike team sitting there protected by the machine guns with the artefact safely in their possession.
Of course, that was not going to be the case. The double doors were riddled with bullet holes, Swiss cheese-like. There were large, clustered holes in both doors that Jyaku could put his head through and broken wavy lines of holes connecting the larger spaces. One of the doors had essentially been turned into a ‘stable door’, the line of bullet holes separating the door into upper and lower halves. The lower portion was currently scraping on the ground as there was too much weight on its hinge, and it had buckled.
<><><>
Though she had her back to him, Megumi could smell the charred flesh, could hear the laboured, pained breathing and could feel, with a little actual disappointment, that his thrusts had lessened in both strength and speed. And that meant only one thing, he might be more severely injured after her plasmafied orgasm than she had first thought. Which was actually bad news as far as she was concerned. She didn’t think she would have the strength to defeat him in an open combat situation, even weakened as he was. Jyaku had referred to him as a ‘tough bastard’. So, she was relying on the more-powerful-than-anything destructive nature of her orgasms to defeat such a high-ranking demon. And if he wasn’t fucking her as effectively as he had been, the chances of her having another climax superior to that last one, were not very promising at all.
But then his laughter, bass-deep, emotive and gratified, momentarily compounded through Megumi’s concerns before her stubborn annoyance reared and increased her determination not to be outdone by this so-called high-ranking demon.
“It feels good to be alive!” He said, as though he were making a victory speech.
“Enjoy it while it lasts!” She countered spitefully.
“Oh, I will.” He said “And I’ll make sure you do too.”
And then he split his tongue again, unfurling its length and reaching around to her front. He encircled her proud, full breasts, squeezing them both firmly while the tips of the suckered tentacles focussed on their buoyant peaks, the sucker mouths attaching themselves to her areolae and using the little suckers to pull at her sensitive flesh, leaving miniature love bites, while the tips themselves like little tongues, lapped at her stiff, spongy nipples. They flicked at her nipples, working the honey- sweet buds back and forth, encircling them and pulling at them, stretching the already swollen flesh in a parody of suckling; the soft pointed tips of his tentacles pressing into the indented heads of her succulent teats, teasing and eroticising her with his intimate caresses.
“Oh, I feel great! I’m hornier than ever!” The Demon groaned with unadulterated lust.
Megumi groaned deeply as her sensitive breasts were engulfed in a sweet torture. The squeezing giving her a sweet, tense burn as her flesh was pressured, and the nipple torture was mind-meltingly delectable. The wonderful attention applied to her breasts was doing a good job of adding to the already building wave that his thrusting pressure, which was already returning to his previous pace and force, was developing once again in the core of her abdomen, she felt that luscious, sugary liquid-fire churning, exciting and fuelling itself, building and accelerating toward another burgeoning orgasm.
Something moving over by the door abruptly caught Megumi’s eye. She cast her keen gaze across the dead members of her strike team, at first not catching the source of the movement but she was saddened to see Piszczek out of the door with his back to the corridor wall outside the room. Dead. Klich, or what was left of him, lying across his friend’s legs. Dead. And just inside the doorway amongst cushions and corpses lay Zofia. Dead. So only Brooks and Carson were unaccounted for. She hoped that bodes well for the mission.
Zofia was almost completely naked. Her clothing torn apart from beneath. Megumi had seen it before with worm-possession, countless times over the centuries. And the pretty blonde had two of them sharing her. Well, one had possessed her while the other was using her. Which, she suddenly realised, was the source of the movement she had detected. Zofia’s mouth was open wide and the tail tip of one worm was sticking out from her wide-spread lips, the worm would have fused with her brain stem by this time but the tail was still independently enjoying inverse face-fucking her. The length of its tail encircled her throat while the very tip teased her breasts and nipples, flicking and encircling the erect buds, much like O-Raijuki’s tongues were teasing her own tits.
And at the same time, between the Pole’s slender, well-toned thighs which were akimbo on the concrete floor, the second worm was enjoying itself, unable to absorb itself into her - though strangely unwilling to go and find another human to possess - the worm was nestled deep inside her vaginal orifice but backwards, tail first. The head was turned back on itself with its distended jaw fastened to the upper part of her glistening vulva, no doubt tonguing her clitoris so it could bathe in and suckle at the sweet lubrication its oral attentions would certainly be bringing forth.
With all the shock-horror of a Hollywood-style reanimated corpse, Zofia’s eyes snatched open. She stared at the ceiling for a long moment before a wide rictus grin spread across her pretty features, though the grin turned her prettiness into a vile and decidedly predatory and ghastly visage.
The eyes, dead like a doll’s, revolved until they locked onto Megumi’s and then the Polish girl hoisted herself crablike onto her hands and feet, her body facing the ceiling, her limbs twisted into unnatural positions so that she resembled a pink, four-limbed arachnid.
It scuttled across the ground, clambering over bodies and cushions alike, closing the distance between itself and Megumi. The worm sticking out of Zofia’s vaginal cleft, was starting to bulk itself up, it straightened itself thickened until it was limb-like and decidedly phallic in appearance.
Despite her usual lack of concern for appearances, Megumi found herself cringing at the meaningful approach of the thing that had once been a brave young Polish freedom fighter.
She could hear it cackling. Zofia’s voice but without doubt a long way from Zofia’s temperament.
<><><>
Jyaku wandered through the wall into the staging area room to confirm the only possible outcome.
He stood there, not surprised by what he was seeing but still feeling numb and even a little shaky at the carnage, which was almost unheard of for him. Even the Great Kanto Earthquake back in ’23, his last face off with the demon Lord Suikakujyu, hadn’t affected him like this, even with all that devastation and loss of human life.
Maybe he had half expected to find his sister’s corpse here? No, no number of bullets could kill Megumi. Maybe it was just that he had formed a connection with the Poles, and to a lesser degree the Brits and witnessing their demise, essentially en masse, was quite a thing to come to terms with.
The three men they had left in the room with the mounted machine guns, the two Americans and Dominik Furman, were dead. The floor was riddled with spent cartridges. The smell of hot metal, from the over-heated barrels of the two MG42’s was thick in the air, along with propellant odour and the thin wispy white gun-smoke gathered up at the ceiling, much like in the vestibule outside. Must have been one hell of a firefight. Jyaku thought to himself as he looked around.
The room, its walls and its furnishings were riddled with bullet holes. As were the bodies of the three men he had travelled and fought with. There were only the three of them. No one from Megumi’s strike team had made it back up here. Unless they had come back too late like himself and had gone and hidden themselves elsewhere. He shrugged. The only thing to do was to go downstairs and find her himself. Give her a hand if she needed it, or meet up and get the hell away from this place if she didn’t.
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Megumi wasn’t sure what had become of worm-possessed Zofia for a while, she had scuttled around still in her strange, and strangely agile and quick moving crab-walk to the feet of O-Raijuki but then had gone completely out of the Jyujin’s line of sight.
The high ranked demon was going at it again, back up to speed, even though Megumi could still clearly hear grunts of pain beneath the sounds of his lust, could detect tremors of muscle and tendon damage along with the powerful quick thrusting, and still smell the charring and burn damage to the deep tissues of his flesh. But still he could and was fucking her harder and faster than ever. It was good for Megumi, though she still worried that a second orgasm wouldn’t have enough power to destroy the demon either and it would only be a matter of time before the absorption process began and if it was completed then she would be lost within him, cocooned, to be assaulted for the rest of her life.
Even as she felt a shiver of anxiety pass through her, she felt herself pulled backward, her arched spine pressed into the hard musculature of the Demon’s chest. Though it was no longer the hard, toned, powerful muscle it had been, now it was soft and slick and warm, like wet clay.
The absorption process was already underway and O-Raijuki laughed again as Megumi felt the soft, near liquid tendrils of his transformed flesh trickling forwards, over her shoulders, up the nape of her neck, down the angles of her shoulder blades. She could feel it dripping and pooling like hot wax on the small of her back and the upper curves of her athletic buttocks.
<><><>
Jyaku descended the stone staircase, even though he was outside of the human Realm and would be invisible to anyone in the area. It was safe to assume Megumi would be enough of a distraction that O-Raijuki wouldn’t sense his approach. If he wasn’t distracted by Megumi, Jyaku would want to face him anyway. He would certainly have information about his sister, as well as the artefact.
When he emerged from the stairs onto the semi-circular corridor, there were people milling about, mopping the floor and walls. There were no bodies, just cleaners working hard and fast, as though their lives depended on it. Jyaku continued down the corridor, passing the highly decorated entrance to one of the theatre boxes. At the end of the corridor they had set up an MG42 on a heavy tripod emplacement at the top of the stairs, with numerous boxes of ammunition belts as well as a gunner and assistant gunner standing ready.
They were covering the corridor that led down toward where Megumi’s scent was leading him. He continued onward down corridors that were revealed to have cells on both sides. And then around a corner. The mostly dark corridor ended in a rectangle of light, revealing that there was an open door on the far left. And framed by that rectangle, obviously dead, sat Rangel Piszczek with another figure lying across his knees.
The sweet scent of his sister was strong now, practically a physical trail and it was leading him straight to the room at the end of the corridor.
<><><>
Megumi’s cocoon nightmare had come to fruition. The demon’s flesh had melted and poured over her, enveloping her. The threads and trickles moving with their own intent, running in directions they wished to, across, around and over her body. Legs and arms were coated from the back first and then wormlike tendrils spiralled around her like mummification wrappings. And then she was drawn back, closer and closer to the demon’s exposed innards, his internals spreading apart, flattening, transforming until there was a perfect canopy large enough to encapsulate Megumi completely.
There was a momentary interruption as, surprising the half-imprisoned beast-girl, the worm-possessed Zofia got herself in on the action. Even as the hot-wax flesh of O-Raijuki started to worm its way through her hair and creep along her jawline and throat, trickling down the delicate bones of her clavicle, she caught sight of the worm-Zofia’s shadow on the floor to her right. The once-human girl actually crawled up the legs, thrusting buttocks and huge barrel of an upper back of the higher ranked demon and settled there, dislocated and reversed arms and legs reaching back behind it to secure purchase on O-Raijuki’s shoulders, with arms around his neck and legs around his waist. The shadow of the second worm that was snug in Zofia’s vaginal cavity unfurled itself and swam forward, though by this time the worm’s tail would be completely absorbed inside her innards, fused to the far end of uterus and womb, though the remainder was still free to travel. Its serpentine head leading the way, the demon worm swam around and up between O-Raijuki’s inner thighs.
It knew exactly where it was going, and so did Megumi.
She felt its mouth, the python-esque dislocated and hyperextended jaw fastening soft, slick and fleshy on the back of her supple thigh. Immediately the soft, bristle-like teeth became locomotors, carrying it along millipede-like. It crawled with a lust-driven speed up the back of her thigh, tickling and disturbing in equal measure. Though for Megumi the tickle was pleasant and disturbance interpreted itself into erotic anticipation. The worm-cock crawled its way up to the top of her thigh and then onto one taut buttock.
As O-Raijuki wasn’t able to thrust its cock all the way home, a restriction that Megumi had defiantly maintained throughout its screwing her, his hips never came into contact with Megumi’s ass and the worm managed to crawl across the superlative, smooth orb of her buttock. Unhindered, it found its way to her anal mouth and closing its maw reverted to the perfect, vaguely glans-like shape.
It flicked out with its tongue. Licking the tiny star of her anal entrance, teasing, tasting, lubricating. Of course, the constant flow of Megumi’s own juices, though mostly vaporised during her orgasm were in free flow again and the power of the Demon’s pussy fucking thrusts had splattered her sweet juices all around her genital region, across the inner curves of her buttocks, mingling with their combined sweat, so lubrication was not in short supply.
There was a sudden jolt and it took Megumi a moment to realise that a large chunk of O-Raijuki’s softened flesh had shunted forward to encircle her lower torso. More mummy’s wrappings whipping around her, hot-wax flesh seeping together, filling in spaces and forming a thin but complete covering.
She looked down in time to see more of the living tendrils running down her shoulders and upper chest, trickling over the curves of her upper breasts; while from the large flesh-bodice now covering her stomach and abdominals, more of these feelers trailed upwards, traversing the undercurves of her full, bouncing breasts, wrapping around her nipples, until they were covered entirely. Tendrils encircling her breasts, cupped, lifted and then hauled the perky orbs up and back, pulling her delectable bosom into the demon’s carapace with the rest of her. Again, the hot-wax flesh ran into the hollows, filling in gaps until the flesh-covering sheathed the Jyujin from throat to groin and from upper thigh to ankle. Megumi shivered, the shock and anxiety of the continuing absorption of her body fighting for supremacy against the prospect of another chance at an orgasm, the potential that this time it might be enough for her to claim victory from the jaws of defeat.
Unable to physically break free, she shifted her attention back to where her hope lay - in the possessed Zofia, now attempting to gain entry to her back door.
Like a couple of tiny pinkie fingers, the twinned tongue of the worm-demon penetrated her anus, probing deep into her guts before whipping themselves back and around themselves. Taking on the form of spiral-springs inside her, they starting to stretch at the constricted muscles of her anus, preparing her for what was to come. Megumi didn’t give them an inch. Half playful, half deliberately disobliging, she clamped down with her rectal muscles, restricting the tongues’ movements.
All the while she laughed to herself as she felt the tongues struggling, trying to expand and then trying desperately to escape and growing increasingly animated in their attempts. She even though she might have heard a little desperate squeal issue from the worm - though with all the grunting, groaning and a cacophony of squelching noises filling her ears, she might have imagined it. Finally, she relaxed and let the worms go free, they withdrew immediately.
Of course, the worm wasn’t deterred from its intention and within a few seconds Megumi felt the bulbous tip of the serpentine demon’s head pressing insistently against her anal sphincter. She took a breath and waited for the exquisitely tenacious penetration to begin.
The absorption process was by now in its final stages. Megumi felt the trickles move around the front of her face, covering her flushed cheeks, her gently pointed chin, her brow that was creased with a mix of passion and fear.
She pursed her lips as the hot-wax flesh trailed across her mouth, held her breath as her nose was covered and squeezed her eyes shut as the last glimpse of the human Realm was taken from her. The last runs of near liquid flesh filled in the gaps and she was drawn inside, as through the demon had inhaled and dragged her backwards into him as he did so. Her arms were forced down to her sides, her spread legs pulled further apart and bent slightly, her upper body straightened out. She was positioned comfortably and without any strain to her joints but still she was unable to move an inch.
The flesh, now hardening, drew back from her face by an inch or so, giving her breathing room. She opened her eyes to see the interior of the demon’s body had a degree of translucency allowing her to see inside what was essentially her own loose-fitting facemask. She couldn’t move her head or look down the length of her body but she did feel sucker mouths locked onto her nipples, her buttocks being gripped by internal humanoid hands, gripped and squeezed and parted. She also realised she had enough room inside her mask to open her mouth. And looking down, she realised why that was.
A cock head had unsheathed itself from the interior mask, level with her lips. Pointing up at her, out of a foreskin-like hole. A semblance of a basic human-looking glans, showing off the beginnings of a ridge, a frenulum that featured little clitoris-like nodes and a bloated wide urethral mouth, already seeping precum. Well, if O-Raijuki expected her to be sucking him off for eternity, he had another thing coming… Unless of course it could somehow help with getting that more powerful orgasm that might free her. As the demon’s encompassing flesh reformed and solidified into its spongey and permanent cocoon around her, Megumi shivered with discomfort at the feel of being trapped and constricted. Entombed.
She could still feel the Zofia’s worms trying to gain entry to her anus and she realised that the human girl’s body along with the two Makai worms must have also been partially absorbed into the high-ranking demon as well. Would that be as permanent as it would be for her, should her next orgasm fail? The thought of her never finding the answer, of never seeing her home Realm again or her brother, of not being there to witness the birth of the Chojin, brought tears to her eyes and she had to fight down a moment of desperate panic.
All she could do was to give in to her own sexual pleasure as much as possible and hope it would be enough. Let the worm do what it wanted up her ass, help O-Raijuki along as best she could, maybe even take the cock, that was now starting to balloon and swell in front of her face, down her throat and swallow demon cum over and over again. Maybe the absorption of its sexual energy into her body would add to her own reservoir? Use the demon’s commanding lust against it.
With a new hope, she turned her attention back to the anally desiring demon-worm.
The worm creature had an interesting technique of firming its lips and nasal ridge at the tip of the glans-shaped head, while keeping the remainder of it a softer texture. The tip pushed hard, then wriggled, then twisted, trying to jolt and jar its way in. On a whim, Megumi chose to be disobedient again, clamping her sphincter and keeping it from getting up her ass; frustrating the worm, making it aggressive, so when she did let it up her ass, it would begin to sodomise her with an uncontrolled belligerence.
The Jyujin realised it was a miniature powerplay she was engaging herself in. And a personal one. She had lost the battle against O-Raijuki - though hopefully that wasn’t the end of that little war, and she was busy attempting to balance the Jyujin - Makai scales with her maintaining control of the worm’s entry into her ass.
However, the potential for a second chance against the more powerful of the two (actually three) demons was absolutely dependent on the worm getting what it wanted, so after a minute or two of its increasing struggles, she took pity and relaxed her anal mouth.
The demon thrust home immediately, not even questioning its abrupt success and then expanded and solidified its head, inflating inside her anus as it started to wriggle more deeply, powering into her rectal canal. Megumi allowed it to reach an admittedly gut-churning depth, her anal oils providing a rudimentary lubrication, and she tightened her anal muscles again, constricting it and making it fight harder to propel itself inside her, creating the delightful and necessary friction that they both required for their pleasure.
The trio settled down for the extended fuck, the demons looking forward to a lifetime of sweet never-ending pleasure at the hands of this most famous and sought after of beast girls; while Megumi fucked back as best she could, using all the skills of her internal muscles and her centuries of experience with fucking members of the demon Realm. Hoping against hope that it would be enough and that she hadn’t finally run out of luck.
<><><>
Amano Jyaku stepped into the middle of the harem room and looked around. The Germans above didn’t seem to have been this far down or investigated this end of the corridor. Maybe it was part of the deal they had with O-Raijuki.
There were bodies, bullet holes, empty shell casings. There was also evidence of one of Megumi’s destructive orgasms, the visible result of the aftereffects of one of her orgasmic spheres.
Jyaku wondered if his sister really understood just how much power her orgasms created, how much power she could generate. And how much of that power she could absorb into herself should she feel like it, without causing herself any internal injury at all. It was an ability that was unique to their race as far as he knew.
O-Raijuki stood in the middle of the room, oblivious to everything around him seemingly in a world of his own. There were miniscule twitches and jerks throughout his body, and there were burns visible too, though they were pieces of burns, flecks of damaged flesh here and there, although one of his arms was thinner with an oddly less defined musculature than the other, possibly some kind of damage control? Jyaku didn’t know. On closer inspection he realised there was someone attached to the demon’s back. A humanoid body, twisted and broken and partially absorbed into his flesh. And uncomfortably familiar.
Keeping his distance, he came around toward the side of the demon and stopped when he saw what he knew he would see. Zofia Wyrwal, obviously dead, her corpse possessed and reanimated by a demon worm and then oddly absorbed by this member of the demon Realm’s hierarchy.
He felt a moment of sorrow, she had been a cute human girl, brave, a warrior and a sweet fuck. But like all humans she didn’t live long and so he had long since learned not to form connections. In that respect there was only his sister… And maybe Kuroko… And at a pinch, if he was forced to admit it, Mimi Ten-oh.
Though, speaking of his sister… If she had unleashed one of her orgasms, where was she, and why was O-Raijuki still standing?
“Hey…” Jyaku snapped, coming back around to face the towering demon once again.
There was no response. Jyaku felt a momentary intimidation because of the demon’s size, even from this distance. He was close to twice Jyaku’s height.
“Hey!” He shouted.
This time O-Raijuki’s eyes slowly slid open, his lids blinking sideways. The dreamy lust infusing him had his glowing eyes dilated fully and unfocussed for the longest time.
“Slime!” Jyaku shouted, clicking his fingers impatiently. “Where’s my sister?”
It took even longer for the question to register and for the demon to put together the words for a response, but when he did, Jyaku’s felt his blood run cold. The demon laughed.
“In here with me! Where she'll be staying from now on!”
“Not if I have anything to do with it…” Jyaku growled.
“The infamous Amanojyaku. I have defeated your sister and will enjoy her for eternity. And before the rise of the next sun, I will lay your head before the throne of my Queen.”
Jyaku opened his mouth to speak, but then changed his mind and instant launched a spear of his plasmafied chi at the demon’s face.
The blinding flash of the spear struck the demon, enveloped his skull and for a second the blinding flash made him translucent, like an x-ray showing his insides. And that was when Jyaku confirmed the demon’s assertion. Megumi was right there within the flesh of the Makai, cocooned and being raped.
It had happened many times over the centuries, rarely to hapless Jyujin females, abducted from their own Realm, by the most fearless and the more powerful of the Makai. And teams of Jyujin would enter the demon Realm to retrieve them and make them pay a price for their afront. So that it became too costly for the demons to attempt abductions of Jyujin. Though humans were fair game. The only issue was the way into the human Realm was fraught with difficulty, many demons had passed through the human Realm and many more had perished in the attempt, so all in all abduction of females was a fraught and was often not worth the effort. Though it did happen.
It did not happen to Megumi. She was too powerful and she was an Amano. The Demons knew it though they invariably came after her anyway, partly because she was undefended. She was, to all intents and purposes an outcast of their clan and family, living in the human Realm and easy prey. She was also the highest of prizes, short of possibly the one of the Elder’s daughters or granddaughters.
Most tempting of all was that she invited the pursuit; she gave them a fighting chance, whoever they were, whatever rank, from the highest nobility to the lowest new-born slime. And so far, each and every one of them had lost the gamble. Until now.
The realisation immediately gave Jyaku a secondary realisation, the first that he was handicapped. He would have to be careful of destroying the Makai while not injuring or killing his sister. The second was a clearer understanding of just how powerful this particular demon noble was. If he could withstand Megumi’s power. He was someone to be respected. He could be the equal of Lord Suikakujyu himself. Maybe.
Jyaku needed space. He needed to be able to dodge and surprise this Makai. And this small chamber was not suitable.
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