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Urotsukidoji - Megumi's Introduction	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 2 - A Proper Introduction.
Chapter One - At long last, meeting the Little Sister.
It didn’t really surprise either Nagumo or Akemi that as they reached the door to the roof, they could hear new, soft moans of definite sexual pleasure from halfway up the final flight of stairs, and Nagumo immediately recognised the soft pitched, seraphic voice.
He couldn't hear any distinctly male sounds, groans, grunts or otherwise. But there was a strange, mysterious and unidentifiable hissing groan, a cross-between a spluttering steam valve and an old man's dying wheeze.
The source of the strange wheezing-hiss was revealed with shocking, mind-bending clarity as Amano performed his little trick and opened the door onto the roof.

The warm afternoon sky from the rooftop was bright compared to the dim interior of the back stairs, and it took Nagumo’s and Akemi’s eyes a moment to adjust, and then a good few-seconds to understand what they were seeing, and to comprehend it all.
The beautiful girl was there, with her angelic features and her lithe sex-bomb figure... And so were two demonic creatures. The both of them were utter Lovecraftian nightmares, ripped from someone’s demented imagination.
Nagumo’s first thought was that it must be some elaborate trick with puppets and wires, but a protracted stare was enough to tell him the shocking truth, that they were very real. As real as the Togami monster had been, and he'd only caught a glimpse of that before he’d been knocked unconscious.
It was easier for Akemi to accept them as real, though at the same time it was all the more horrifying for her to see them and to witness what was happening on the roof of her school right in front of her eyes. She herself had, only a day ago, been in the exact same position as the poor girl they were looking at right then.
Akemi felt suddenly guilty at the morsel of gratification, that someone else was going through what she had gone through that someone was sharing her own trauma and pain. And that the someone was the little tramp that had tried, unsuccessfully, to seduce her boyfriend. Though the memories of her own horror played against the feelings of rough-justice that she was momentarily enjoying, making her experience guilt, and feeling angry with herself because of it.
The two monsters couldn't have been much different. There was a huge one, the size of a grizzly bear, that was floating a couple of feet above the rooftop.
It had coal black skin, though as it glistened wet and leathery in the afternoon sun, its skin taking on a slimy grey tone. Four long, fat tentacles emerged from ‘shoulders’ and ‘hips’ - rather than arms and legs. These tentacles were as thick as a man's thigh, and each limb separated into three thinner, individual tentacles, equivalent to fingers and toes, though each of these was as thick as her calf and just as long as the limb it sprouted from.
Between its fleshy shapeless shoulders was a large, slack mouthed and vaguely equine-shaped head, with two huge, bulging emotionless eyes, like those of an owl.
It had the entrancing young girl bound up tightly in its tentacles, boneless limbs encircling and incapacitating each of her arms and legs. Her arms were pulled back tight wide apart and above her head in forced submission, while her legs were spread wider still, forcing a microskirt, just as short as the one from the previous night, to hike up around her slender hips and reveal her skimpy white panties beneath.
Akemi gasped as she caught a glimpse of the bear-sized monster’s flabby bulbous torso. The centre, from its equivalent-abdominals to where its solar-plexus should be, was a giant vaginal mouth. Flushed-purple vulva, framing swollen labia, and there was also something thick and wet and pink and slimy, wriggling about among those genitalia folds.
The second demon was an even stranger looking little thing. It was like a dead-skin covered human skull with wisps of tangled receded white-yellow ‘mad-scientist’ hair covering non-existent ears.
The large, deep eye sockets were filled by huge bloated tennis ball-sized eyes. Lidless and emotionless. Beneath a flat, open and skeletal-like nose was a mass of bony fingers that, stomach churningly, curled and twitched like squid tentacles. They seemed to represent a mouth. The ‘head’ was attached to a neck, that also appeared to be the extent of the thing's body, a long bulbous, slickly glistening neck-body that was wrapped tightly around the poor girl's minuscule waist and ribs, coiling around her like a Boa Constrictor.
From some shadowed area beneath the second one's chin, two sets of fingers or tentacles, it was hard to determine which, were protruding. They had already feelered their way down and were fastened in a tight, vicelike grip around each of the beautiful girl’s full breasts, over her clothes. And again, as Nagumo excitedly recalled from the previous night, her ripe nipples were pushing out visibly. And the monster was rhythmically squeezing on those lovely, perfectly shaped orbs.
The skull-head demon had a long tubular shaped mouth, fat and pink and glistening. There was even a pair of thick fleshy lips on the end and a slug-like, thick purple tongue, four inches in length at least, that was licking constantly along the girl's throat and jaw-line and up along her flushed, saliva-slick cheek. Nagumo was abruptly reminded of Return of the Jedi’s Sy-Snootles.
"Oh God!" Gasped Akemi, at last able to vocalise some of what she was feeling.
An increasingly powerful sympathy for the girl had now fully eclipsed the slightly unpleasant feelings of rough justice for her antics during the previous evening. Akemi had experienced much the same thing herself, and it was truly terrifying to see the same again, so soon after her own assault and so unexpectedly. So, she twisted her face away, buried herself into Nagumo's protective arms, crumpling so she ended up kneeling on the filthy concrete of the entrance to the roof.
Nagumo, loving and attentive, crouched alongside Akemi and pressed her tight against him as he watched in mindless shock through the half-ajar door, at the scene playing out on the roof in front of them.
He wouldn't admit it aloud, but seeing that girl again even in the trouble she was obviously in, and even with Akemi beside him clutched tight in his loving arms, had his penis responding instantly to the young beauty’s proximity, and her breath-taking beauty. And he could feel the tingle and the beginnings of his shaft stiffening up in his trousers already.

It occurred to Nagumo that Amano, who should be more upset about this than any of them; it was supposedly his baby sister and all, wasn't concerned in the slightest. In fact, he was grinning with a strangely excited amusement. The little grey ‘Kuroko’ creature was just perving over the scene openly, almost maliciously.
"Relax." Grunted Amano with his usual cocky arrogance, reacting to Akemi’s response. "He's just a punk from the demon-Realm."
As Amano laughed openly, Nagumo looked back through the half-open door, watching the scene half-horrified and half-eroticised. Feeling as though the girl’s brother’s excitedness and lack of sympathy allowed him to, at least in his head, gorge himself on the utter near-bestial perversity of the scene.
"Punk from the demon-Realm...?" He wondered aloud, repeating the strange un-contextual words.
"The big one’s Kumafukuroki. Real, low level, gutter trash. The other one’s Zugaikotsuatamaki. Not much of an improvement… Just watch...."
He nudged Nagumo with an idle elbow and nodded his head in his little sister's direction.

Nagumo, his eyes locked to the scene of the girl and the demons, saw the pink slithering thing within Kumafukuroki's stomach folds wriggle down out of its gut pouch - the boy hadn’t made Akemi’s ‘vaginal’ connection yet. The pink slithering thing became fully illuminated by the warm afternoon sunlight. It was revealed to be a long and extremely thick tentacle, pink like Zugaikotsuatamaki's tube mouth, though at least three times the girth.
The tip was shaped somewhere in between a human cock head and a huge snail shell. It contained a soft, mucus-coated fleshy substance that writhed and quivered of its own accord. The crown’s upper section seemed just about as hard as a snail shell too.
Emerging from the underside of the shell-head were countless little sucker-tipped tendril digits, though these were little more than an inch in length, they writhed around excitedly.
The main, sun-kissed tentacle limb arched upward, wrapping around one of the girl’s trapped legs, until the little crown of tendrils at the base of the devilish glans came into direct, slimy contact with one of her luscious, shapely thighs. Then the tendrils began to crawl upwards, propelling the whole crown up along her delicate flesh, leaving their slimy snail-trail behind it and pulling the rest of the phallic tentacle length along in its wake. The tendril limbs crawled their slimy, hurried way up the inside of the girl's firm, stockinged thigh. Each tiny tendril, one of a score and more of fleshy legs, hauling a dick shaped, fleshy limbed hermit crab. The vile thing crawling up toward the moist, hot and tight destination that was waiting there for it at the apex of the girl's deliciously long and forcibly splayed legs.
Amano’s sister visibly twisted and gasped loudly, as if from a sudden ice-cold touch, as she felt the tentacle centipede's scores of tiny limbs begin to crawl up the bare, creamy flesh of the inside of her upper thigh. It was as if the hold-up stockings had protected her, and yet now there was only flesh-on-flesh and that made it suddenly real for her.
It reached the sheer, skimpy silk of her tiny pink-white panties in a few leisurely seconds. A couple of the slick mini-tentacles stretched forth and wormed their way around the garment’s stitched edges, taking the hem between the two of them, like a finger-and-thumb pinch, and drawing it away from her naked flesh to allow the others to clamber wetly beneath. She reacted as though it tickled and Nagumo imagined a soft fleshed caterpillar crawling across her immaculate bare skin, though the added mucus trail and the intent of the phallic centipede more than likely stopped the sensation from being pleasant.
The pulled-away silk from the girl's pubic mound formed a little tented opening for the rest of the phallic head to pass beneath, an unhindered tunnel to that juicy, glistening and no doubt burning hot target.
Once the whole of the tentacle's glans had passed beyond the girl's panty defence, it seemed to slow down a little. Though the young heartbreaker, even in her bound state would no doubt be able to feel exactly what was going on around her pussy entrance.
As excited as he was sympathetic, Nagumo could picture tentacles rummaging into and between the delicate pink folds of her sweet vulva, stroking and pinching the pairs of swollen lips. Maybe a pair of tendrils wrapping themselves tightly around her engorged clitoris, twisting and crunching the firm, hot bud between them.
Other sucker tipped tendrils stroking or pinching at her soft vulva while the rest searched out between her inner lips. He could picture them feeling around the fluid secreting mouth of her warm tunnel, wriggling excitedly while they rubbed and stroked at the slick flesh for a few seconds. Then the frantic movement, both of the girl’s twitching and writhing against the suddenly much more intimate touches and caresses laid upon her flesh, as well as the obviously heightened excitement of the monsters themselves, worked the girl’s panty gusset further and further away until Nagumo squinting, could see more detail and he watched intently with a simmering lust of his own.
The first couple of demonic fingers poked their way deep into the girl’s tunnel entrance. Delving into, he imagined, the wet and intensely hot interior, while incidentally beginning to draw the broad shell-like glans along behind.
Although the cock-tentacle was all squidgy, soft and glistening with steaming lubricant juices, the phallic-shaped crown appeared heavy and intractable, with little rounded lumps and uneven ridges grown from its bloated flange. When this hard, uneven shape came into sudden insistent contact with the girl's tiny pussy entrance, she cried out noisily and writhed against the firm caress. Though her movements were very much impeded by the thick tentacles binding her arms and legs.
She arched her back as the cock-tentacle rammed into her suddenly. And wailed, as though she'd received a powerful electric shock from the penetration.
Nagumo watched agog as the young beauty reacted to the feel her pussy lips were forced to stretch wide by the invading monster glans. And he pictured those little tendril fingers, having prepared the way for the snail shell, now crawling against the tight, hot walls of her throbbing and snug tunnel, dragging the head further into her, burrowing deeper and deeper, until it was gripped and secure.
It would be slow going and excruciating at first, tight as the girl obviously was, however the tentacle limb had not yet begun to bring its own powerful muscles into play. The soft, mucus covered tendril fingers were doing all the work.
Zugaikotsuatamaki appeared to take advantage of the girl's sudden and violent writhing actions by getting a tighter grip on her already achingly molested and vice-cinched breasts.
Her mouth opened wide to moan as she was penetrated - her rape initiated proper - issuing a high-pitched and intimately alluring breathy gasp; that had Nagumo’s own erection throbbing in response, Zugaikotsuatamaki's tubular lip-tipped mouth darted upwards.
Its four inches of thick, pink tongue flayed their air in its excitement. Then, locking its lips to hers, the monster that was little more than a head and some tentacles, buried those four inches into her mouth. Nagumo, still reeling from the noise she made as her rape had been properly initiated, could have sworn that she'd immediately started sucking at that monstrous tongue.
The scene and the girl were a combination that was simply too much for Nagumo’s senses. He could feel his erection, that same abnormally humungous one from the previous night, struggling within the pressured seams of his trousers, inching to break out. He could also smell the young hottie’s light and lusty, sweet body-scent wafting over him on the afternoon air and that, mixed with the warmth and proximity of Akemi and her own much more earthy though no less alluring aroma, was all but overwhelming his senses.
A vision flashed into his mind, a conscious fantasy - though it was vivid to the extreme and played out before his eyes in a split second, even while he was watching the girl and her demons.
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