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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 19.
The blazing, searing lightshow from the Jyujin’s plasma attack faded, leaving behind a blue-white oily smoke that came from the singed and burned face of the demon who raged and snarled and whipped his head around, as though the cool air could somehow sooth his blackened flesh.
“You will pay for that beast child!” The demon raged, his deep guttural base now featuring a distinct crackle, like that of burning twigs.
“Tell yourself that slime. You’re nothing!” Jyaku snapped back at him.
Then he took to the air, phasing out of the Realm and flying vertically upwards, up through the outer edge of the theatre and through its swastika emblazoned stained glass domed-roof and out into the thunderous rain-lashed night sky above the Schloss.
The demon, enraged and in equal parts pain from the male Amano and pleasure from the female Amano, followed hot on Jyaku’s heels, fully intent on killing the infamous Wandering child, rid the three Realms of the arrogant beast child and then his claim on the younger sister would be complete and incontestable.
The Jyujin leaped straight up into the thunder clouds. His torn, blood and sweat soaked clothes and hair immediately saturated by the pelting deluge. He ran his hands through his blue-black mane casually slicking it back while he searched the sky beneath him for the demon.
However, O-Raijuki had gone wide, and he came down at Jyaku from above, flying down at him with a rush of soaking, and electrified air. And lightning.
The demon was engulfed in a ball of crackling white plasma, using it to increase his power and velocity. Jyaku gasped, cursing himself for his over-confidence, taken by surprise. He didn’t have time to avoid the collision and the ball of superheated plasma slammed into him at breakneck speed.

Within her erotic cocoon, Megumi felt a vibration that shook her as much as she could be shaken, which was preceded by a noticeable lightening of the interior translucency surrounding her. She saw the cock in front of her mouth pushing forward, emerging from its foreskin like membrane and pushing toward her lips. It mashed against her mouth, squashing the soft fullness of her lips in an effort to force entry but she wasn’t going to allow that. Any additional pleasure for the demon must be paid for - either through suffering and frustration or through an offering by increased pleasure to her first.
The demon seemed to read her mind as across all of her erogenous zones, the minor and the major, Megumi began to feel the little soft, tingling tendrils caressing her. Just like the sucking mouths attached to her nipples, tendrils emerged and teased her areolae, causing sensual tingles of purest sexual pleasure
More tendrils, each infused with little chemical aphrodisiac, teased and tickled the swollen lips of her labia, encircled and caressed her clitoris and even the played along and around the taut, stretched flesh of her vaginal and anal mouths.
Megumi almost swooned, the pleasure sweeping through her and adding much needed fuel to the fire.
She decided she would encourage the demon’s attentions further and opened her mouth, taking the solid thick cock shaft past her lips, making sure she teased its masochistic streak a little by scraping her teeth along the glans and shaft had it thrust deeper and deeper into the damp oven heat. As it paused at the back of her mouth, savouring the moment before plunging down her throat, Megumi teased the demon a little further by locking her throat off completely, just as it started to push inside. Immediately there was a desperate struggle as the cock head attempted to force its way deeper, thrusting and stabbing and needling, wriggling at the tightened tube of muscle but Megumi kept it out.
As a counter balance she relaxed her cinched grip at the upper third of her vaginal channel and allowed O-Raijuki the full length of her pussy. Immediately he took advantage, thrusting the entire length of his shaft inside her. So, Megumi countered by tightening the powerful muscular walls of her vagina like a fist, really turning the screws and forcing the demon to plough her tunnel with all his might, upping the delectable eroticised friction a hundred-fold.
And then she allowed the cock pounding away at the back of her mouth to get into her throat and it immediately punched its way inside and thrust way down past her sternum. The wave of erotic thrill and gratification fired more energy into the building wave and Megumi groaned as the pleasure suffusing her ripe young body built and brimmed and simmered, riding on the cusp of magnificence.

Outside of the pleasure filled cocoon, Jyaku forced his way out of the ball lightning, and cancelled it with a lance of his own plasmafied-chi, then he flew up into a concealing thunder cloud and opened himself to the rain so that it cool him and put out the residual fires that had scorched his trousers and all but obliterated the thin and already ravaged fabric of his shirt.
The shirt he discarded, leaving him with harried trousers, braces and boots. Well one boot, the left one had lost its laces to plasma fire and slipped off his foot.
He emerged from the cloud and spotted O-Raijuki who was conjuring another lightning bolt, it came down from the heavens and enveloped the Makai, dancing across and around his flesh. He took a handful and folded into a pure white sphere of plasma and then cast it up at Jyaku. This time the Jyujin dodged the ball lightning, but somehow it came around and he realised that the ball was connected to the Makai with a thin strand of arc lightning, he was whipping it around like a flail, trying to club Jyaku with it.
The beast managed to avoid a double cycling sweep of the lightning flail by dipping low, underneath the demon. However, it turned out to be an orchestrated trap as O-Raijuki suddenly swept the weapon downwards, slamming Jyaku in the back and launching him off into the distance.
The demon laughed while he released the flail, watching the viscous black cloud that the Jyujin upstart had disappeared into. It was crackling and flashing with lightning, but lightning was O-Raijuki’s speciality and it couldn’t hurt him. He’d been the one who had summoned and empowered this thunderstorm in the first place.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, going inside himself and allowing a moment to enjoy the sweet yet powerful gratification that was emanating from the little beast-bitch within him, this pleasure was something he had never before experienced and he wanted to do away with the brother quickly so he could focus on these sensations, to drink them in and envelop himself within the feelings she gave him.
Like a parasite, his own body would maintain hers, ensure her survival for as long as his own life continued. She would become part of him, her sexual energy would become his and she wouldn’t be able to hurt him. Though eventually insanity would set in for her and the experience would be tainted by it. However, that could take centuries. With this particular specimen, perhaps even millennia.
An arc of lightning, a real monster as thick as O-Raijuki himself, erupted from the cloud the Jyujin had been swatted into and enveloped him completely. The Makai laughed, enjoying the electric tingle that enveloped him and started to absorb and gather the energy into another weapon to turn back on the maker of this one.
Which was why he didn’t see the lances of plasmafied-chi that Jyaku had launched within the redirected lightning bolt and the twin lances pierced his left shoulder and right hip.
They were both careful aimed glancing blows certain to avoid hitting Megumi, and yet placed well enough so that the first tore off a thick chunk off the demon’s upper shoulder, ripped into the meat of his neck and half of his bicep. While the other shattered his hip and displaced half the flesh of his upper thigh. Even going so far as to expose the inner cocoon of solidified demonic meat that now encapsulated his sister.
Jyaku came in on the tails of his two plasma lances, hoping to use more of his externalised chi and his bare hands to separate Megumi and O-Raijuki, to save one and destroy the other. But even as his snarling face emerged from the crackling lightning bolt - arcs of power dancing across the bunched toned muscles of his upper body, Jyaku was shocked to find a himself facing a wounded though unfazed Makai waiting for him, with two vast orbs of lightning plasma in his outstretched hands, even though one was slick with his still gushing blood. And his left leg was stained red from the hip down to the claw-tipped toes.
“You are beaten!” The demon raged and he let fly with the twin orbs of lightning.
Again, the two orbs were connected by an arc of lightning but this time instead of connecting the orbs to O-Raijuki they connected to each other. Almost a bola though made of lightning plasma. Dodging it was impossible, it was too close and he didn’t have time to fly. The ball lightning ends acted as though they had their own gravitational orbits, whipping up and down as well as spiralling around each other, and the thread was a fluctuating barrier. The lightning arc caught him in the midsection, wrapping around him, electrocuting and burning his flesh while the two balls whipped around him closer and closer until they collided, one with his chest and throat, the other his thighs and hip.
Screaming in burning agony, he spun out and hurtled away through the clouds heading straight for the ground, a meteorite caught by the planet’s gravity.
O-Raijuki, still seeping thick, hot blood from her shoulder and neck, laughed as he watched the Jyujin Wanderer disappear into the ether of the night sky. Then he groaned at the state of his injuries, and wanting to feel better, went into himself again to gorge on the pure sexual joy of the sensations of fucking the Wanderer’s little sister, replacing one sensation with another.
At the same time, he started to descend toward the ground, following the smell of ozone and burned flesh.

Megumi noticed the sudden give in the cocoon surrounding her and at first, she tried to free herself. However, she immediately found it impossible - partially there wasn’t enough room to allow her to take advantage in the sudden weakness but mostly because of the intense need she now experienced to reach her climax.
The brutal, explosive and supersonic dual-pounding that she was receiving from the demons had taken her far along that glorious, yet steep, arc-wave of orgasmic pleasure and she could almost taste its peak. It was absolutely within her reach and she couldn’t help but put everything aside in pursuit of that empyrean rapture she craved.

O-Raijuki, was aware of something but he wasn’t certain of what, a building heat in his core. It felt amazing and added steel to his erection and velocity and power to his ability to fuck so he gorged on the heat, consumed it like an elixir.
He emerged from the clouds and looked down over the low-level buildings out on the edge of Berlin. Low tile-roofed buildings with separating walls framed the uneven grid-like pattern of the streets. And everywhere there was devastation from bombings that had taken place just about on a daily basis, even right out here in the outskirts. Everything in sight was slick and gleaming with reflected light, pools of street lights, fighting against the dark and the invasive rain. And every so often lightning would illuminate the world but only for a split second.
In one of those flashes, O-Raijuki spotted the trail of black smoke pouring from a large hole in one of the rain-glistening tiled roofs. He floated down towards it, still half immersed in his own lust-pleasure.
He came to a light smooth landing on the tiles just shy of the blackened, broken edge of the destroyed roof. The interior of the upstairs was dark other at than the centre, where the hole in the upstairs floor revealed the flames licking, spreading and building throughout the downstairs rooms. And in the centre of that growing inferno lay the Jyujin boy. Lying face down, blackened, naked and surrounded by smoke and flame. His flesh had been shredded in numerous places by the impact and thick crimson blood oozed across his body, but O-Raijuki could see he was still just barely alive.
One arm was struggling amongst the flaming debris, trying to find purchase and roll himself over, push himself upright. Not giving in, trying to fight still.
One more lightning bolt would do it. O-Raijuki knew.
Again, he indulged in his fantasy - of the moment he would place the so-called Wandering Kid’s head at the foot of his Queen’s throne, to feel her satisfaction, and see her pride in him. To win her favour.
And then he started to gather up the ionisation in the air, to conduct more lightning. One last forging of electric plasma would be enough. The light particles, forming small dancing arcs of current started to form in his open palms and build, enlarge, intensify.
The sultry erotic heat, bubbling delightfully within, distracted the Makai momentarily. It was such a fabulous sensation, hot succulence, filling him entirely from his core to the tips of his talons. And his now interior erection was aching, due to its solidity and straining, pleasure-filled as it was inside his beast girl pleasure-palace.
“You think I’m done?”
The voice was weak, savaged with pain, hoarse and choked by heat and smoke. It hardly reached O-Raijuki’s ears.
“You think you’re the end of me?” He groaned. “I’m the Wandering Child of the prophesy. I’m fucking legend.”
Jyaku managed to roll himself onto his back and after an extended coughing fit, he spat a mouthful of blood and looked the demon in the eye.
“The likes of you can’t kill me... Now give me back my sister.”
The orb was just about large enough and Amanojyaku was still lying there, defiant certainly, but half dead, nothing but stubborn determination etched into his youthful features. Enjoying the crackling dance of the arcing plasma that surrounded the blazing pure white sphere, O-Raijuki raised the ball lightning high over his head.
And then he faltered.
The scream seemed to come from outside reality, not an echo or a distant sound, just from elsewhere. A second sphere of blue-white appeared, firstly blazing from the Makai’s open mouth and slit-like nostrils, then it made his glowing eyes opaque and his flesh translucent and Jyaku saw his sister, inside that strange x-ray image again, for a split second before the azure-white orb broke through the surface of his skin and then expanded exponentially outward, eclipsing and absorbing the demon’s own plasma orb then the demon himself. The scream emerged from the id, from mu. And took in the familiar orgasmic utterance of Jyaku’s little sister.
And in the next second the blinding orb imploded and it was Megumi floating there, naked and glazed with sweat, her cheeks flushed, her full lips drawn into a deep though exhausted smile. There was nothing left of O-Raijuki. Not even a flutter of ash. Everything was back to normal.
“Holy-Jesus-fucking-Christ, as they say over here, that was goooood!” Megumi cooed, stretching her lithe limbs.
“You okay brother?” She asked.
She was looking down from the partially destroyed rooftop, gazing upon the inferno that had once been a ground floor living room, in the midst of which her brother was sitting crossed-legged, naked, sooty and streaked with his own blood.
“Think so. It looks worse than it is.”
Megumi, yawning sat on the edge of the roof while she waited for her brother to compose himself and get out of the raging fire.
They could hear shouts and alarm bells being rung, in the distance. Probably people hurrying their way to try and put out the fire. They’d be used to this with all the bombings they had been suffering through since the summer of ‘41. Though probably a lack of an air-raid warning had thrown them, delayed the reaction to the start of the fire, plus the heavy rain and constant thunder would have delayed the message getting passed on, maybe even the meteor-like impact and consecutive fire hadn’t been seen or recognised at first. Either way they had better make a move.

They flew, side by side in the rain, naked and shivering but not due to the cold. And made their way the mile or two back to the Schloss. Floating high above it, looking down and wondering about what would be happening within its walls.
“No sign of Brooks, or the artefact?” Megumi asked tentatively.
“No... Don't worry about the artefact, the bombers will take care of it.”
“Shame, I kinda liked Brooks.” She muttered, trying to make the comment casual.
“In fifty years, he'd be dead anyway.” Jyaku replied, thinking of Zofia.
“Fair point.”
“…And you'd have gone off him way before then…”
"Fair point."
"I need to check on Bodie..."
"What? That miserable bastard actually survived? Fuck!"
However, he hadn’t. He was still sitting there alone in the truck’s cargo bay, unmolested. Though his splinted trouser leg, with the large hunk of wood sticking out of it, was slick and shiny with blood. His flesh was pale as polished marble, his eyes blank and staring off into the void.
"Oh, guess not.” Jyaku said with a hint of a shrug. “Let’s get out of here, Megumi."
“Should we find something to wear?”
“Maybe over the border? Or in the next village at least. I just want to get out of here.”
“Fair enough.”
As they ascended toward the thick pitch-black layer of the thunderstorm, they saw an expensive looking car flanked by two more cargo trucks pulling into the Schloss, slipping under the archway entrance of the guard house, crossing both courtyards and pulling up right at the front of the steps. Curious, they dropped down to have a closer look.
The trucks were filled with SS troops, around thirty of them all with shoulder-slung Sturmgewehr’s. The men from one truck filed out, and lined up on the stairs to the left and right of the double doors. While the remainder spread themselves out in a tight circle around the car, pointing outwards, rifles at the ready.
Once the troops were all in place, the car’s doors, a huge Mercedes-Benz 770, swung open and a number of who appeared to be high-ranking uniformed officials emerged. Three of them hurried ahead up the steps and through the opened front doors, while two remained behind for a moment standing side by side and talking. The taller of the men appeared to be specifically subservient to the other man, a small individual in a well-pressed grey and black uniform.
"Who's that?" Megumi asked, staring down through the rain.
"Don't know. Like the moustache though."
"It's dumb and you know it."
Jyaku just smiled.
“Come on, sis.”
The naked Jyujin siblings slipped upward through the thunderstorm flying onwards until they breached the cloudscape and then using the ever-present stars, turned due east.
"Can we go back home for a bit?” Megumi asked. “I wanna check on Kuroko."
"Sure. Just remember you still have to keep your head down."
"Yeah, yeah."
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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.