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Urotsukidoji. Megumi Amano - A Night to Forget	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART TWO
Akemi wasn’t even particularly surprised when Harada and Ikegami, still holding onto her, started to transform. It was Miss Togami in the Nurse’s Office all over again.
With a strange numb detachment, she found herself interested in the odd differences between the demonic transformations. Much of Togami’s change she hadn’t witnessed. It had gone on behind her or she had been blinded by spunk in her eyes or her vision obscured by demonic phalluses waving around in her face while the Togami monster remained behind her much of the time.
And back then too, everything seemed to have altered - the room changing, the lighting, the smells. She had vaguely remembered a figure in the doorway. That she realised would have been Tatsuo, as no one else had been there when she awoke. However, when she had seen Tatsuo even his appearance had only been fleeting for her - she had blacked out. Her vision dimming to practically nothing, sounds had grown thick and barely recognisable, the way the world sounded from the bottom of the swimming pool. All she had been left with, had been the sensations of the demonic rape. All her holes stuffed with countless demonic cocks and tentacle-things, raped, savaged, mauled, ploughed. It had felt like it would never end. It had felt like it had gone on for hours, days. Then oblivion, followed by waking up naked with Tatsuo next to her, rescuing her, protecting her.
And now it was starting all over again and this time there was no Tatsuo to step in and save the day. He would only just be finishing class. He was at least ten-minutes’ walk from here and had no way of finding her, let alone being aware that she needed him to rescue her in the first place. Why was this happening to her all over again? Why did it keep happening to her?

Ikegami was small when he came out, so his transformation was as quick as it was disgusting. There appeared to be a partial transformation of the human form before the demonic form properly revealed itself.
The teenage boy threw his mouth open wide, wider than should have been possible, as though his jaw had completely dislocated. Aghast and speechless, Akemi recognised that his teeth had already transformed into something huge, bestial, demonic, like a Nazi-werewolf-monster in a movie nightmare - all long, thick, sharp fangs, too many for his bleeding gums and too large for his misshapen maw. A tongue, just as bloated and misshapen, flicked out from behind the teeth. It was purply grey and liberally splashed with soft worm-like protuberances, each one writhing with a life of its own, as though it was part sea cucumber.
The demonic teenager thrashed abruptly as though a great wave or quiver ripped through his distorting body, partially clothed, partially naked flesh bulged and bunched, darkened and mottled as though dozens of bruises formed beneath the dermis. The resulting thrashing motion created a kind of shockwave from within and clothing fell away as beneath it, human skin split like dry parchment. Blood sprayed and Akemi saw another form of flesh beneath the human - more of the mottled purply grey, more of the wormy protuberances.
The jaw split wider still in a razorblade smile and the demonic sea cucumber thing started to writhe and struggle. Narrow, long fingers tipped with talons crawled out of the split mouth as the upper part of the head fell back one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, lower jaw and upper jaw forming a vague circular shape; a pit or tunnel for the sea cucumber demon to climb out of. Slowly and awkwardly the demon emerged from the broken mouth of his host-disguise.
Head and hands, still vaguely humanoid but far from human, came first. Then four big orbital yellow eyes, two looking around at its surroundings, two locked securely on Akemi beneath it. There was a hole for a nose and the mouth almost matched the humanoid mouth it had emerged from – a misshapen maw over filled with uneven animalistic teeth and a thick sea cucumber tongue. The lower jaw was a mass of prehensile tentacles. The arms were inhumanly long and thin but the shoulders were huge and bulbous with corded muscle.
The torso was a slender inverted triangle that split wide to accommodate a thick pelvis with hairless dog-legs and a thick canine phallus a good eight inches in length. Beneath and behind, growing from between bony buttocks, was a kind of tail-like thing, almost the length of the entire sea cucumber demon, the writhing, whipping growth was a mass of slender tentacles somewhere between a mane and a tail. Across the thing’s lower belly was a split, horizontally, like a kind of mouth. However, instead of teeth, the whole interior was a mass of the same worm-like protuberances. As the demon lowered itself to the ground, standing barely over four feet, the tail tentacles started to gather up the human remains that had played host to it and began to stuff the pale-pink, boneless leftovers into its belly maw, consuming its disguise completely.
“Time to play!” It squeaked with a horrible inhuman cackle.
The noise caused in Akemi a response akin to hearing nails down a blackboard. As it spoke, two of its eyes locked onto Harada, who had not yet transformed.
“I’ll be right with you.” He grunted and then kind of tensed his body up.
The flesh and clothing seemed to bunch and bulge, and under the mottled skin it almost took on the vague form an upside-down pear. Bulbous up top and narrowing as toward the lower torso. The torso ballooned taking on a more cylindrical form, and then the whole form of Harada split and then completely shredded, first the fabric of the clothing, then the flesh itself.
What emerged was a thing that looked like an octopus, standing upright, and about seven feet in height. It had expressive humanoid eyes, a fleshy snout with slits for nostrils and a ‘Y’ shaped mouth that split open to reveal animalistic fangs and a tongue that looked like coiled tentacles. The head had no neck but simply bulged outward. Where its shoulders should have been there were a half-dozen upper tentacle limbs, three of them were incorporated as ‘legs’, using them to hold itself upright, the other three it used as arms.
And beneath them all was a kind of trailing off torso, a shapeless ‘cone’ that ended in a bulbous mass, akin to folds and flaps of skin between bulbous growths, interspersed with smaller and decidedly phallic looking tentacles, these were thick and heavy and much stiffer that the tentacle limbs surrounding it and each was tipped by a recognisable mushroom shaped phallic crown, that made Akemi’s stomach lurch in renewed fear and apprehension.
As she observed, quivers of fear shaking her body, which was still pinned to the makeshift bed by the newly transformed sea cucumber demon, Akemi felt a wave of nausea pass over her as she watched the octopus demon wring its tentacle arms together in a decidedly human manner, before the coiled tentacle tongue came out of the sopping drooling ‘Y’ maw, and its phallic tentacles writhed and arched upwards, as if they were serpents reacting to her proximity. She wanted to close her eyes to this new depravity but then she wouldn’t know where they were or what was happening. There was nothing she could do except lay there and suffer their abuses like she had for Miss Togami.
Would someone save her this time? Or was this to be the end of her short life?
The future had shown such promise. Everything had seemed so bright, so exciting, so optimistic. She was popular, well liked, her grades were good, the high school entrance exams hadn’t been a worry for her or her teachers. Everything had been looking good for her future. And then Miss Togami had insisted on speaking to her in private, had taken her to the Nurse’s Office and then everything had changed.
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Terrified, helpless and tortured, Akemi tried to scream but immediately a tentacle shot forward, taking advantage, stretching her lips and thrusting a good few-inches down her throat. It rasped and bulged inside her oesophagus and against her tongue which was pressed tight to the base of her jaw, unable to move because of the weight and girth of the thick slimy slug-like thing filling her mouth. It even tasted vile, salty like raw meat with a tangy, earthy under-taste. It made her gag. And she could feel that slime and the taste that went along with it coating her mouth, her throat and oozing slow but inexorably down her gullet.
However, the reason for an attempt at a scream, the reason she needed that momentary release was that the two monsters stuffed her to the gills with their vile appendages before she could even begin to prepare herself to be assaulted once again.

Tentacles held her up, suspended almost flat on her back in mid-air, though her head was lower than her hips. Octopus demon had her thighs spread almost to breaking point, as two of its fat cock-tentacles stuffed their way at the same time inside her pussy. Her labia were forced wide and screamed with a white-hot fire. Her innards reflected the same pain back, as her pussy was stuffed as if with a champagne bottle.
And then she felt a third cock-head pressing against her anal mouth, just as Nojima had done a few minutes earlier, or however long it had been. This horrid mushroom shaped crown felt unfathomably big. It felt much fatter and harder than Nojima’s had been and there felt like there was a lot more power behind it, pushing at the mouth of her anal tunnel. And, though it made things more painful for her, Akemi couldn’t help but squeeze tightly in involuntary response.
She consciously knew that relaxing, letting it in and getting her multiple assault underway, would make it end that much more quickly. However, subconsciously allowing that alien, demonic, inhuman object up there was something to be fought against, at all costs. So against her conscious will, her body fought against it. Her sphincter muscles straining as tight as they ever had to keep the object from gaining access to her rectum.
She could feel tentacles all over her backside, suckers clinging to her peachy flesh, gripping her with their vacuum sealed adhesion, dragging her buttocks apart to make more room from the phallic tentacles that were already inside her or still trying to gain access.
With her head thrown back and her mouth full of tentacle-cock-thing obscuring her view she couldn’t see the tentacles encircling her boobs and contracting around them, squeezing the way no human boy’s hand ever could. But like on her bottom, she could feel the strong and slimy tubes of the tentacles, their small hard suckers pinching at her sensitive flesh. The tips of the suckers felt like little mouths covering her nipples, pinching at them, suctioning, giving her love bites, worrying the sensitive flesh until the buds felt raw, hot and over-sensitive.
Even through the bare panic, the searing hot pain and the mind-numbing humiliation, Akemi was still able to recognise the geography of her double assault. She knew it was the octopus demon raping her pussy and trying to get into her bottom. It was at that end of her, in between her legs which, like the rest of her, was cocooned by the demon’s tentacle limbs, gripped tight and spread wide, held up off the ground. So, she assumed the smaller sea cucumber demon was the one fucking her throat and probably fondling her boobs. She could feel a tentacle around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, just holding her snuggly, a threat left unspoken.
The tentacle phallus attempting to gain access down below suddenly succeeded and she screamed her throat raw around the thick cock raping her face. It felt as though she had been punched by a professional boxer right up her ass. There had been a momentary searing, blind agony at her sphincter mouth and then the whole of her anal tract was suddenly split asunder with blazing, white-hot knives of pain as it was violently spread and filled, forced to accept a rock solid, hot and well lubricated erect member who’s dimensions felt akin to those of a Pringles can.
The detached part of Akemi’s brain that somehow maintained her sanity and a sense of inner calm, allowed her to realise that it was so much more furious and harrowing that it had been with Miss Togami, because she was now the vessel of four oversize erect phalluses. Two overstretching her pussy, one threatening to dislocate her jaw and now this one wriggling deeper and deeper up her bottom, practically trying to make her prolapse.
The sweat was pouring off her, the rapid thrusts were deep and punishing, the pain was like fire that came up in waves with each thrust, every time threatening to overwhelm her senses and finish her off completely.
She wept and shook uncontrollably. She could barely get any air into her lungs and that seemed to affect her senses. She had tunnel and vision the edges of her view were darkening and there were red spots in front of what little vision remained, but her other senses seemed to be working overtime.
Her ears were filled with a deafening cacophony of squelching, wet slaps, demonic groans and laughter, as well as her own straining breaths and the little whimpering noises that were all she could illicit. Even her screams had been taken from her. Her nose seemed clogged with the scents of earthy and sulphurous demonic flesh, her own sweat mingled with perfume and deodorant, her own sexual aromas. And cutting through it all, a heady, thick, fog-like funk of the demonic equivalent to masculine sexual scent, like some kind of demonic testosterone. It choked her almost as much as the cock did.
The cock in her throat chose that precise moment to dump its load. Akemi felt a thickening of the shaft, it hardened and straightened, its thrusts growing desperate and sadistic. And then she heard a sudden heavy pressured squelch, almost like someone vomiting. She felt her stomach suddenly fill, heavy, tight, burgeoning.
Abruptly, unexpectedly, the cock slid forcedly backwards until her throat, and then her mouth, were both vacated. And instantly, her mouth and throat were filled again by a great burst of thick, lumpy, scalding stuff erupting down her sore gullet and stuffing her mouth until her cheeks ballooned. The demon’s cock head was still pressed against the ‘O’ of her spread lips and stoppered any chance at ejection, except for a few trickles of it forced through the seal between cock head and lips, until some of the more fluid-like stuff burst out of her nose, forced from her flared nostrils like arterial spray. Her tunnelled, unfocussed vision caught a hint of fluorescent lime green.
Akemi wanted to vomit, but she was hyper-aware that she was unable to breathe and she realised that she could either choke or swallow.
She swallowed. It had the consistency of porridge.
Her airway cleared, she gulped in thick lungfuls of fresh air and for a moment her vision began to clear but then the cock was pushing once again past her lips and she started to cry again as it quivered across her tongue and then jerked a path past her gag reflex and forced its way back down her throat.
The four-way phallic tentacle thrusting recommenced as if the three-second pause had never taken place, the only reminder for Akemi was the acrid smell and the sickening sweet taste and the gut-bulging weight of demonic jizz sitting on her stomach.
That detached part of Akemi’s brain that somehow maintained her sanity and a sense of inner calm told her that this was far from over and she couldn’t see how she was going to survive it.
She needed Tatsuo, but he didn’t even know where she was or how to find her.
The insufferable four-way thrusting continued but miraculously, the levels of discomfort began to diminish. To begin with, Akemi felt numbed, her senses momentarily castrated. However, new senses soon began to take over from the old. Waves of sweet, hot pleasure started to waft through her beautiful body. Her anal walls and her womb blossomed with hot, pulsing goodness, her lips and cheeks flushed with erotic tingles, her breasts and nipples were suffused with pleasure which spread and emanated outwards until her whole body glowed with intense erotic pleasure.
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An amazing aroma wafted across the multiple slit-shaped nostrils of Tako-ma. The Octopus demon didn’t slow its thrusts but it did find its attention diverted. A sweet scent of everything pleasant, all mixed and mingled and perfectly balanced. It swept away its attention, the succulent sensual pleasure of the human teenager’s body transposed by a more divine sensory experience.

“You smell that?” Tako-ma said, sniffing the air.

“What?”

“That scent, that aroma…”

Namako-ma approximated a human frown as it lifted its olfactory tentacles to the sky, having yanked them out from being stuffed firmly against Akemi’s armpits and inner thighs, gorging on the hormonally laced aromas of the teenager’s sweating, sexualised young body. It didn’t catch the other scent at first. Not for almost a second.

“No… Wait…”

Then the scent slid across the demon’s uplifted tentacle tips with their thousands of minute nostril-like pores. And it bolted upright, stiff and hard and alert, distracted and absorbed at the same time.

“Yeah! Fucking hell brother, what is that?” It moaned aghast, its stiffened body suddenly trembling with a new level of pleasure.

“Dunno… Some fucking scent! What is it?”

“Whatever it is, someone should bottle it.”
Akemi lay there, flipped over onto her stomach, pinned securely by tentacle limbs and the monsters’ body weight, spread eagled, splayed wide. Two fat tentacle cocks were stuffed inside her over-full pussy and one, that felt extra thick, rammed securely up her bottom. The one down her throat had pulled out until just the engorged, bloated crown remained in her mouth, stretching her lips wide. It paused there. She gave silent thanks to whatever Gods there were as she hauled in deep breaths through her stinging though blissfully clear nostrils. The two demons had stopped raping her momentarily as they discussed something her abused mind couldn’t comprehend. She lay there heavy and exhausted, praying for release, praying for Tatsuo. Though at the same time aglow in her own erotic pleasure.

“Is it human you think?” Namako-ma said, breaking the silence.
“Can’t be, can it? Nothing human smells that sweet… I dunno, maybe it is… Hmmm… I wonder if…?”

Tako-ma trailed off in thought, worrying half-memories refusing to consolidate in its mind. The combined pleasures of the human bitch’s holes caressing its tentacles and that damned intoxicating, elusive scent was driving it to distraction.

“It making me so fucking horny I can’t stand it.” Namako-ma snarled.

“…Remember… There’s something… I can’t quite…”

“What…? Where’s it coming from?”

The Sea cucumber demon started to thrash around with increasing frustration, the two demons matched in their drives and smouldering sexual rages.

“Remember Kohoki, one of the middle classes?” Tako-ma went on, something of the past finally linking up. “Got thrown in hell a century ago… He used to say something about someone…”

“Kohoki…? Was that the idiot who fell in love with someone from the beast Realm…?”

“I once heard someone saying that he overheard a story that one of Kohoki’s hatch brothers heard from him… That was something about a beast girl, I think… Can’t quite remember the details…”

“What does that have to do with this?” Namako-ma asked, confused and increasingly sexually frustrated.
“Not sure. It just came into my head. Maybe nothing?”

“Wait… What’s that?”

“What? Where?”

“Up there against that cloud.”

The two demons stared at a silhouette, a couple of miles above them. A dark shape against the dark grey of the clouds. Every now and then there was a hint of a circle surrounding the shape, a sliver of blue light appearing, maybe a hint of rainbow colour, like a soap bubble.
The shape was moving slightly, little dashes of motion from the top and middle, like leaves in a breeze or loose clothing caught by the wind.

The shape disappeared and then reappeared an instant later, closer to them lower in the sky off to the right. Higher and to their left. Right above them. And then on the roof of a tower block nearby.

Each splash of imagery there and then gone, provided a little more to the shape. Revealing that it was a figure, a human shape, standing up right, hands in pockets, ankles crossed as if leaning nonchalantly against a wall, but it was in mid-air, suspended, floating there.
The dashes of motion revealed themselves to indeed be loose clothing caught by the wind. An open shirt, a loose collar and short hair.
Then she popped out of existence again and then reappeared closer still. And the two demons could finally see her clearly.

A stunning human-looking girl was watching the two demons and Akemi Ito with a mild amusement in her lovely crystal-blue eyes. She floated in the night sky in the monolithic shadow of a nearby skyscraper. The evening breeze whipped at her short sky-blue hair, making it dance across her vision. She wet her lips with her tongue.
She was wearing a vermillion or bubble-gun pink blouse, unbuttoned at the front with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. A matching microskirt, probably only eight or nine inches from waistband to hem, blossomed over her hips, from a miniscule waist. It looked like a wrap-around type with little pleats. Her hands, up to her knuckles, were shoved down into the waistband casually, as if she had her hands in her pockets. And she was holding something in one hand, something white and silky, wadded up.
Her flat heeled, light-weight pumps were also a similar shade of dark pink/light red but everything else looked black. Under the shirt was a black silky chemise, jutting out over prominent breasts and tucked loosely into the microskirt. Her legs were sheathed in knee socks, or maybe hold-up stockings. It was hard to say in the dim light. She had small, gold teardrop earrings with little blood red drops set into the centre, as well as a pair of gold band bracelets on her left wrist.

She looked absolutely delectable. The curves were mouth-watering, gravity defying, though closer to glamour model than porn star. Athletic and robust at the same time. Her beauty was flawless, captivating. Pure and mischievous at the same time. Youthful innocence and aged wisdom combined. Purity with a hint of darkness or danger behind it.
It was obvious the stunning girl wasn’t human, they couldn’t fly on their own, not without their machines. The stunner must be a beast in human disguise. Or could beasts take on human form in this Realm? The two demons didn’t know. Beasts hardly ever ventured from their own Realm.

“What’s she doing?”

“Watching, by the looks of it.”

“What do you think she wants?”

“Who knows? Never met a beast before. Maybe she’s a voyeur, maybe she’s getting off on watching.”

“Then let’s give her something to watch!”

The two demons, their attentions fixed on the stunning, young beast girl, resumed their multi-orifice rape of Akemi Ito, driving their tentacle cocks into her with increased speed and ferocity, tearing muffled screams and increased agonised / eroticised writhing from the human teenager.
The stunning young beast floated downward into the alley, still inside her transparent bubble, until she was floating at head height and only a few metres away from the forced three-way.

“Hi creeps!” She sang daintily.

It was a heavenly voice, a little throaty, a little soft and girlish, somehow hitting innocent sing-song cuteness and sexually voracious vixen at the same time.

“Who are you? Don’t get many of your kind round here?” Namako-ma asked, suspiciously.

“Yeah, you’re right, it’s pretty much just me and my brother…”

“So, what do you want? Or are you just enjoying the show?”

“Wait… Who’s your brother?” Tako-ma asked with slowly increasing suspicion.

Something was niggling at it, something in the back of its memory. A conversation, a little demon gossip. The girl ignored its question, she was almost exclusively aiming all her attention at Namako-ma and it was beginning to annoy it.

“So, where’d you pick up this trashy piece of human snatch?” She asked, casually waving a delicate hand toward Akemi. “Her boyfriend not around here somewhere?”

“She chased a cat up here and we followed her. She’s providing our fun for the night…”

The stunner looked casually up and down the alley, casting an unconcerned eye over the body of the student Nojima. She frowned a little, seemingly surprised by the lack of something, or someone.

The demons couldn’t take their eyes off her, even though all of their tentacle cocks were pummelling ten-to-the-dozen in and over Akemi Ito, ploughing her pussy and ass, encircling and squeezing her breasts and buttocks. One cock was driving eighteen inches deep into her throat over and over, while a second tentacle choked her sporadically, tightening her oesophagus to increase the pleasurable friction of the throat fucking she was being subjected to, but not in order to kill her so the tentacle would loosen often enough for her to get some air into her lungs.

A second tentacle cock slid in alongside the one already plundering her rectum and the teenage girl let out a pleasure-pain shriek that barely made it past the tentacle ploughing her throat.

Still the demon’s eyed the beast girl closely, their erupting lusts were being inserted into the hot sexy body of the human teenager there for the taking, but this beast girl - already feeding their desires even more than the Human hottie, was proving more and more distracting and tempting.

“Hold on, that new girl at Meishin. Isn’t this her?” Tako-ma asked.
“Actually, yeah. I think it is. Not seen her close up but yeah, I think it is. Hair’s black in school though isn’t it? And she looks a little younger too?”

“Oh, I’m in disguise in that school.” The hot beast girl mentioned. “Less so right now.”

Enjoying Akemi but ignoring her, the two demons took a closer look at the stunning beast girl. The chemise was actually semi-transparent, a lace pattern of swirling flowers and vines formed the fronts-piece with the negative space completely see-through and revealing naked, lightly tanned, creamy golden flesh beneath. Firm, mid-size perky breasts were visible through the top, over average for the native chicks of these parts but not quite what the demons would consider big. And sometimes a hint of dusky, succulent pink of an areola or a prominent mouth-watering nipple would make its presence known as she innocently moved beneath the garment - with a shudder of perky, though unsupported tit flesh, a lift of a shoulder would be enough to reveal the illicit details of her braless, perfect bosom.
Other little details added to her allure, the soft colouring of a mild blush across smooth, unblemished, golden cheeks, a natural dusky pink of her full, cherubic lips, the long-lashed eyes that were cold and fiery at the same time and so very erotically charged.

And even the jewellery in close up was somehow inhuman in its quality. The rubies in her earrings like drops of liquid blood, glistening in the dim light as if they were under spotlights. And the gold was just the same, rich and substantial, so highly polished they cast their own glow in the half-light of the evening. The glow of her jewels matched an odd though natural glow behind her eyes and beneath her skin - little tell-tales of her beast Realm origins.

She smiled and it was like the sun had risen. Tako-ma felt a sudden explosion at that moment and it felt like it bathed in molten liquid euphoria. A shrill squeal came from somewhere beneath it and somewhere in the back of its head it realised the beast girl had made it climax inside the young human slut.
It looked down and saw gouts of its greenish creamy spunk pouring out of the human’s girl’s spasming asshole, pooling between her thighs, dribbling out of her. It felt fantastic but it knew it had the beast to thank for it, rather than the human.
The spell broke then, the euphoria abating slightly, a wave receding and it gave it enough self-control to remember its question hadn’t been answered. They still didn’t know who she was, what she was doing here, what she wanted. Again, it caught a glimpse of the white thing wadded up in her hand, a tissue maybe?

“Who are you? And who’s your brother?” It demanded, the Kohoki story still plucking uncomfortably at the back of its thoughts.

She didn’t even look its way, just eyed Namako-ma and smiled again. And Tako-ma heard its companion give a long guttural moan in response to that smile. It felt her eroticism bathe it too but it was growing more and more suspicious.

“What’s your name beast?” It demanded.

“Amano Megumi.” Her eyes flashed over to it for a split-second as she provided the answer.

“…Ama… No… Ama-no…” Bells were going off in its head but it couldn’t zero in on why.

“I’m a better fuck than that human trollop, you know…” She announced with more of that smile.

It was enough for Namako-ma, it was sold but Tako-ma held back for the first second. The name meant something… Amano…
Megumi, eyeing Tako-ma carefully with that sweet-with-a-hint-of-dangerous half-smile, lifted the hand holding the white silky thing. And with an articulate flick she untangled it. It was a pair of panties, tiny little silken triangles held together with a hint of elastic.
Maintaining her seductive little smile, she then slipped her other hand under her microskirt, lifted the hem to reveal a smooth, hairless pussy beneath that looked sweet and creamy and succulent as a fresh peach.
“You two are pretty dumb, aren’t you?” She teased, though this time her eyes found Tako-ma’s as though she was addressing it specifically. “Even for your kind…”

Without waiting for a reply, the blue haired athletic hottie slid a dainty fingertip, with inexorable slowness, along the enticing baby-pink grove of her tiny pussy entrance, gathering up a glinting pearlescent jewel of her own succulent juice and then flicked it right into Tako-ma’s twisted demonic face.
The result was akin to a bomb going off.
A sensory bomb as far as the two demons were concerned, both of them were instantly overwhelmed by an unstoppable need to have the too-hot, pixie haired girl. They yanked their tentacles out of Akemi in a flurry of blurring flesh and dazzling rainbows of lubricating sexual secretions, and launched themselves mindlessly at the beast girl.
For Megumi it was a reaction bomb. Giggling and moving even faster, the blue-haired stunner darted backwards millimetres out of reach two or three times, to avoid the attempts of the demon’s tentacles to get a hold of her and then launched herself into the sky. Giggling again flirtatiously, making sure she was always only just out of their reach, while baiting them with flashes of the delectable view up her microskirt.
The two demons mindlessly launched themselves skyward after the beast girl. All thoughts of Akemi long since cast aside.

Akemi herself, weeping with a mixture of pleasure-pain from her latest demon tentacle rape experience and relief that it was finally over, rolled weakly onto her back and gazed up into the night sky. She was in time to see Amano Jyaku’s trampy little sister flying off with the two demons in pursuit.
She watched through tear-blurred eyes as the beast girl threw off her top and stripped away her miniskirt, hurling them into the sky and giggling, an echo of her shout to Kuroko to grab her clothes and drop them back in the apartment catching in the young human’s ears as she watched as Megumi played hare to the demon-hounds pursuing her in their blind lust.

It was the oddest little moment, the admittedly stunning, but filthy-boyfriend-stealing girl, stripping in mid-air, was inexplicably yet undeniably saving Akemi from yet another demonic sexual massacre.
Even though she didn’t trust the girl - was jealous of her, knew she had eyes for Tatsuo and could probably have him whenever she desired - she still felt a blossoming of affection toward Amano’s sister, just for the fact that she had pulled the two demons off her and led them away into the night.
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Urotsukidoji. Megumi Amano - A Night to Forget