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Urotsuki-dojo. A Fistful of Tentacles	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
It would be different this time. The enemy had left the village as the Federals had been marching toward it. Coincidentally perhaps. And now they were up in the mountains again, taking up slivers of ground besides the goat paths, inside the hollows between and behind boulders, on patches of flat ground wherever they could find it. There had been campfires overnight but in the predawn they were all extinguished, or nothing more than a few glowing red flakes amongst the ashy remnants of hewn lumber, some still giving off faint tendrils of pale grey smoke.
Federal scouts crept upward for a while, along those same goat paths before slipping away amongst the craggy rocks, gravity impacted boulders and the packed earth and grass. They had orders to go quietly ahead of the rest of Colonel Culebra’s force and to slit the throats of the pickets and any men on watch. Any women were to be bound and gagged, knocked senseless if necessary, and then sent back down to the main army at the bottom of the hill.
The main force was under strict orders to maintain silence. No talking. Especially no campfires. Even the officer’s horses had been left behind at the rear of the column. The Federal army, of course weren’t particularly concerned by the silence, cold wait. They were exhausted, having marched for hours, it was a blessing to settle themselves on the ground and rest their weary feet. Their equipment had been left behind with the supply wagons, all they carried were their rifles and ammunition, water canteens and what little food had been concealed on their persons.
Vela, Hernández, Sanchez and Azul split into two pairs, spreading themselves apart amongst the rocks. There was a rebel picket line twenty yards ahead of them, they could see the moonlight glinting from rifle stocks and bandoliers. The men all appeared to be men by their silhouettes sketched against the grey of the moon-lit clouds, themselves bright against the black of the night sky.
It was always the hardest thing to kill quietly. Their long-bladed knives made for the best weapon but still, closing the distance, going uphill with the moon out was always a challenge. Loose stones to step on, the enemy looking down the mountain paths and trails for exactly the kind of movement the Federals would be making. It was why they had waited until after four, when those men on watch would be at their most bored and tired and the least alert.

Jorge Moreno sighed and sat down on the flat top of a rock, first having to brush off a few sharp pieces of stone. He rested the butt stock of his repeater on the top of his boot and yawned. He reached into the leather purse tied to his waist belt and pulled out the tobacco pouch and his pipe. His cock still tingled from six hours ago when he had taken his turn with the new Soldadera that had been assigned to their unit. She had been called Maravilla.
She had been deliberately separated from her husband and fucked by five men back-to-back. Being passed from one to the next. She wouldn’t stop weeping, even though she cooperated with the unit’s orders and worked hard to please them, her constant sniffling and wetness on her cheeks annoyed more than one of their unit. And she had been slapped around more than once before she was shoved into Jorge’s arms.
He had taken pity on her, a little. Letting her suck his cock rather than gripping her hair and humping in and out of her throat while she gagged and choked on her own drool. She wasn’t bad either though she couldn’t deep throat, she was able to bump the head of his cock against the back of her mouth which felt good for him. And by the time he was ready to stick it up her, he was hard as a rock. Rather than laying her on her back on the rough, cold ground he also allowed her to sit in his lap and ride him to orgasm, squeezing her small tits and pulling on her big hard nipples while she humped him. And it wasn’t long before he filled her already over-flowed cunt with her fifth flavour of revolutionist spunk.
Unfortunately, all that accumulated spunk clinging to her insides and dribbling down her thighs, took no time to seep into his trousers, his pubic hair and trickle down his inner thighs while she rode him. He could still feel it, dried and crackly on his skin, turning the crotch of his trousers into a sheet of rawhide.
He pinched the crotch of his trousers and yanked at it, shook it, trying to break up the hardness of the stained cloth. And then there was a sudden hot lance of pain slice across his throat and other men’s spunk on his clothing and bare skin were the least of his worries.
He felt a hot cascade of sticky wetness flowing down from that stinging sore at his throat, felt it carry on down the front of his shirt. He felt sickly and weak and dizzy, and unable to hold himself upright, he slumped over.
He realised he wasn’t able to inhale or scream and that he had been trying to for a couple of seconds already. He lay on his back, trying to breathe but faintly aware that his chest wasn’t rising and falling at all. He could hear the rapid thunderous beat of his heart in his ears, which was at least reassuring. He was aware that he was staring up at the black sky, but the clouds and stars seemed to have disappeared, there was nothing but blackness above him. By the time he realised he was seeing nothing, that his eyes no longer seemed to work, he couldn’t hear anything either. Then someone drove a knife between his ribs and into his heart to still the muscles in his legs that were twitching uncontrollably.
Once the guard was still, the rebel scout moved on toward the next Federal watchman.
They succeeded in silencing three more of the loose line of rebel guardsmen, creating a large hole in the net. However, their luck ran out. Though purely by accident. As Azul crept in close the rebel guard standing at the point of a switchback in the pathway, above him the guard struck a match to light his cigarette, and the sudden flare lit up the Federal scout’s position. The flare of match flame reflected in the pupils of his eyes, along the gleam of his drawn knife blade, even the tips of the bullets on his bandolier. The rebel dropped his match in shock and went after his repeater, even managing to give a shout as he fell backward over a rock while scrabbling for the Winchester. The scout leapt onto him and silenced him with his long knife, but it was too late. More rebels were rising and shouting to each other, grabbing their guns and mentally shaking themselves awake in the rising panic that was quickly spreading through the lower portion of the makeshift rebel camp.
Down in the valley Colonel Culebra roused his waiting men. He sent his dismounted cavalry troops with their carbine rifles, off to the right along a steep, narrow path. According to locals they had interrogated, it led up and around to a higher position, overlooking where they guessed the rebel leadership would be bivouacked.
The remainder of his force, at least other than the reserves and his Soldaderas, where marching upward along the main trails straight toward the waiting rebels.
Once their presence had been discovered, the Federal scouts switched over to their secondary mission. They came together beneath the first group they came across with a female among the unit, and raided. They attacked the six strong unit, on masse using the predawn dark, stabbing and slashing at the five men with their long knives, killing man after man, until only the female remained alive.
They pinned her to the ground with their body weight. One pressed a hand tight over her mouth to stem the volume of her screams, while another hog tied her with belts from the corpses of the men they had killed. Finally, the man who had been in charge of tying her up, stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth to gag her. The scouts picked her up and between them carried her off down the mountain path, each of them copping a feel of her breasts, buttocks and the soft mound of heat between her thighs.
Only one of their number had been injured, taking a butt stock to the ribs during the scuffle, but he was on his feet and active, though favouring his broken ribs. He led the others with their parcel, down the mountainside.
The uphill march took an hour. By the time the Federal soldiers were within range of the rebel’s position, the sun, though not yet up, was casting its colour spectrum across the dawn sky and bringing glory to the richness of the mountains.
The first shots began to crack and zing across the morning, a Winchester fired down the mountain only for its bullet to ricochet off a rock. The front rank of the Federals wasted counter fire, the rebels keeping their heads down so Federal bullets slammed into nothing but stone and earth.
They continued to march uphill, keeping a constant eye on the rocks ahead of them for another attempt with their Mauser rifles. They were the front rank. They would be the first to be cut down, unless they were supremely lucky or extremely careful. However, the long column behind them wouldn’t allow for the kind of care that would keep them alive, wouldn’t allow for the ducking behind cover and moving from rock to rock to dull the opportunity for the rebels to see them long enough to pop out and fire a shot. No. They had to march along the trail at the head of the column, constantly in the sights of the enemy. Constantly at the risk of maim or death.
The proper firing started twenty minutes later. It came as a series of erratic rattles as the first score of Federals had managed to slide close enough to the rebel position and set themselves into cover positions behind rocks and low rises. And they were able to keep the rebel’s heads down while the remainder of their forces came up from behind to reinforce them.
Much further to the rear of the rebel’s position, El Sobre sat with his advisors. Two of his Soldaderas knelt obediently between his spread legs, sharing his cock between their mouths, while he received the opinions of his men and whatever news was sent back to him from the front line.
The women were young and pretty, taken from a village only that morning. El Sobre had picked them due to their glossy black hair framing attractive faces and full tits pushing out the front of their blouses. Apparently, they were cousins. And he had already sampled both of their mother’s earlier in the evening.
“And he’s keeping his Soldaderas to the rear?” He asked.
“As far as we can see, yes.”
“The little shit… That’s practically cheating.”
There was a confused glance exchanged between the advisors that El Sobre consciously ignored. He sat in thought, both hands busy pressing the young women’s faces more firmly against his exposed genitals. Their slobber had already stained the crotch of his canvas trousers.
The chief advisor, cleared his throat. Apparently, there was more and by his expression it was no better.
“And… we lost one of ours. Erm, I believe it was Isabella Merced.”
“We’re already down on our female numbers?”
The rebel leader interrupted himself to snap down at one of the women between his legs.
“You! If you can’t get it all the way down, then suck the balls instead and let her do the cock. It has to be all the way down, every single time.”
“I’m sorry, Señor. I will try to do better.”
“I would, or I’ll hand you over to the reserves, they could happily pass the time with you.”
“Yes, Señor.” She muttered and then buried her face against his scrotum.
He gave a little shiver of pleasure and a tiny half smile spread across his lips before he turned his glassy eyes back toward his advisors.
“Send more troops to the front line, to back up our forces. We need as many guns firing as we can. We can’t be swamped by their superior numbers. We have to use the terrain to keep them closed up tight and rain bullets into them.”
“Of course, Señor. That is our intent. We will send more troops to back up those already in combat, at once.”
“Off you go then. That’s all.”
The men left muttering to each other in subdued voices, of course, El Sobre didn’t care what they were saying. He turned his attention back to the two women.
“Time to open up your asses, I think.”
He grinned, enjoying their wide eyed and suddenly anxious shivers.
<><><>
Alejandra Félix, had been taken from one of the near-by villages. She had been forced to join the Federal army in order to save her children and keep her home from being burned to the ground. She had been forced to march along with other women, a half dozen from her own village and more than thirty from other villages across Buenaventura. They had marched through the night.
When the Colonel had ordered them to a halt, all of the women had been forced to the rear, amongst the wagon train, fifteen men had been left behind to watch them, armed with clubs and rope. They still had their rifles but they were slung on their shoulders or stacked in pyramids well away from the seated women. Obviously, the Colonel would not tolerate all the women being shot or otherwise killed.
The women sat in small groups with the ‘new fish’ like herself being informed of what was going to become of them, would be expected of them by the men. It was not unexpected, lots of rape, and an amount of ‘women’s work’ cooking and cleaning and sewing. But mostly it was rape. Being passed around between the soldiers though only after the officers had enjoyed their fill. Of course, the perverse Colonel himself, always got first dibs on every woman brought into his army.
Alejandra wasn’t about to tolerate such treatment in an army she hated to begin with. At the earliest opportunity, without a second thought she ran.
Immediately, a soldier spotted her and gave chase. Another man ran with him, trying to cut her off from the right. She was carrying less weight than the men, but they were well fed and she hadn’t eaten anything, other than the vile stuff that was squirted from men’s balls, since yesterday. So, the two guards undoubtedly had speed and strength she did not and were gaining on her. She could hear their boots slamming onto the earth close behind her. Their laboured breathing practically caressing the nape of her neck.
She rounded a boulder and just ahead there were a pair of roots of the mountain like barely spread fingers a deepening hollow in between. She headed for that valley in the rock. She felt a hand grab at her shoulder, fingers digging into the rangy flesh above her collarbone. She screamed and twisted out of the grip, her uniform tunic tearing at the collar, as desperate fingers raked her flesh.
A figure was standing before her, at the tip of the pair of rocky roots. A figure that hadn’t been there a moment earlier. Alejandra barely caught a glimpse of legs spread and braced, right hand cocked at her navel, left pressed against her thigh. The momentary glimpse painted a picture even as her attention was snatched away by her pursuer, of a slender build, definitely feminine even with the shortness of the hair style and seemingly youthful. In a blur, the right hand whipped across the waistline then backed out. It took less than the blink of an eye. There was a revolver in the hand, big and dark. It fired. She froze.
It only appeared to fire once, but when she looked behind her at the two men on her heels, both were on the ground with bullet holes in the centre of their chests. And they were also a good couple of yards apart. How the figure, an American gunslinger she assumed, had managed to fire twice so quickly and accurately, Alejandra couldn’t understand.
The gun was back in its holder, angled on the left side of her hip. It was a narrow hip on a tiny waist, not hips for baring children, that was for certain. She wore immodestly skin tight leather trousers not even a respectable man would wear, her thighs bulged beneath the thin leather, shapely with muscle, as did her calves. Her blouse hung loose off the shoulder, hooked on the upper curves of full, pert breasts. Her skin appeared almost golden in the morning sunlight. And with a mere glance, Alejandra could tell she was a real beauty. She sudden felt pangs of jealousy and something else, envy perhaps. She lifted her head, feathers of loose black hair streaking down over her brown. Her features were delicate, her lips full and sensual, her eyes huge and slanted. She was an oriental. Alejandra hadn’t seen one before but she had seen pictures in books and newspapers.
She spoke then. Of course, Alejandra didn’t understand her, and it took her a minute to realise she was speaking English. She recognised the forms of the words and the clipped shortness of the consonants, even if she didn’t understand.
“Hablas Englais?”
“No. Lo siento.”
“¿Hay una persona allí?”
She nodded her head back the way Alejandra had come from. At the same time she drew her revolver again and with deft fingers emptied the empty shell casings and replaced them with fresh cartridges from her pistol belt. The accent was terrible, so was the diction, but Alejandra understood well enough. She thought for a moment. There were some gringas amongst the women in the group. Surely one of them?
“Hay más hombres con armas.” She said, pointing at the oriental girl’s revolver.
“Mas hombres… More men? Army men? Don’t worry.” She patted her holster leather and smiled.
“Vamos a descubrirlo.” Alejandra said with a shrug.
Having seen the shootist’s display, she thought she could at least give this young oriental a chance.
“Soy Alejandra. ¿Y tú?”
“Bendición De Celestial.”
“Un nombre bonito, Señorita.”
“Gracias.”
Alejandra hid herself in the rocks overlooking the camp with the clusters of women so she could watch. The girl, Bendición, walked calmly into the edge of the camp. Faces turned to look. Confusion and lust the only emotions present. Until she drew her revolver. Then the fear blossomed but only for a second or two.
In a blur she shot the six men furthest away from her, the gun going off so quickly that all six shots sounded like a single elongated pistol crack. And then, even as the bodies were crumpling to the ground, with an unbelievable quickness the girl, she was really little more than a girl in Alejandra’s view, skipped across to those men closest to her. She beat each of them to the ground, all nine of them. With strange methods she beat them. She used her open hands, sometimes her feet. Her elbows. And before Alejandra’s eyes all the guards were on the floor. Not one of them ever to rise up again. The girl stood over the groups of seated, kowtowed women, eyeing them, while she casually reloaded her pistol with that deft handed technique.
“Does anyone here speak English?” She asked.
Everyone was too scared of her to reply at first. Her display of cold, casual murder had shocked all of them.
“I assume you must?”
She nodded down at a red haired freckled faced woman. There was a continuous crackle on the air, from the mountain. Bendición knew it as the sound of gunfire exchanges. She remembered it from the battles in Japan she had witnessed, and been involved in, over the previous two hundred and something years. Though they had been using slow firing matchlocks, these were modern lever action and bolt action rifles that could fire ten times as fast as those old Japanese guns she had been used to.
Along with the battle on going, the scent of demon spunk was heavy in the air. All of these women reeked of it, it drifted from them like a potent body odour. It was driving Bendición wild and she was struggling to keep herself under control. She knew before she got to this camp that she had found one of her two Makai. But what was it up to?
“Yeah, I speak English.”
“Talk to me about the man in charge here, up the mountain?”
It seemed like a safe assumption to make that the Makai had managed to insert himself high up in whatever this was and was pooling female resources around him. And having fun doing it.
“Colonel Culebra is in charge of a Federal Army detachment. He has been tasked to take out the rebel forces in this province.”
“What rebel forces?”
“Up in the mountain. They’re led by someone calling himself El Sobre.”
“El Sobredemonio.” Someone else added.
“Well, that’s where the other one is.” Bendición muttered. “And they’re fighting right now up there?”
“Yes. The Colonel has the numbers and the experience. The rebels might have passion and belief but they won’t survive the night.”
“Interesting. Are they playing wargames?” She asked herself. “Having fun?”
“Are you the one my master covets?” The redhead asked suddenly, frowning up at Bendición.
“Maybe.” She replied, then grinned “I’m also his death sentence. His executioner.”
The subconscious control flared in each and every one of them and they rose ready to defend their master. Bendición laughed and easily darted out of their reach.
“Once I’m finished with him, his control will fade from all of you. You’ll be free of him. Of course, you don’t care about that right now, but you’ll thank me later.”
And with that she took to the air, leaving the shocked and terrified screams of the women behind.
<><><>
The rebels and the Federals had been tossing lead back and forth between them for over an hour with little to show for it. It was nothing more than a case of popping up, getting a snapshot off and then dropping back behind the rocks again. There was hardly even time to find someone to actually shoot at, never mind take aim.
There might have been a jagged twenty yards of distance between the front lines of the two warring factions but the vast majority of fire struck rocks and zinged away or flew straight over the soldier’s heads.
Paolo, on the rebel’s side, couldn’t see the sense in any of it. No one was making progress, no one could advance, even a retreat would be dangerous, unless they crawled away on their bellies. Both sides were pinned down by the other and utterly unable to break the deadlock.
He took his shot and then dropped back behind the safety of his rock. And then he sat there scared and frustrated and angry as the return fire lased over his head and around the sides of his rock.
A shiver passed down his spine, he felt uncomfortable and insecure, not because he was under fire, he was safe enough behind his rock. However, he felt like he was being watched somehow. A marksman somewhere high up perhaps. He turned and peered quickly around his rock, but there was nothing high enough to give any sharpshooters an angle on his position.
Something in the corner of his eye. Something up in the air high above them. He assumed it was a bird of prey at first hovering over the battlefield. But then he turned his attention onto the black shape against the blue of the morning sky to study it more carefully.
He looked. He stared, shook his head, screwed his eyes shut. His eyes saw what they saw but his brain wouldn’t accept it. It was a figure. A human figure. Just floating there in the sky looking down at the battle.
“¡¿Qué en el nombre de Dios?!”
Paolo couldn’t hold back the little scream that snapped out of his throat. He continued to stare unable to do anything else.
Short hair danced around the head in the high updrafts. There was a definite femininity in the slender form. Was it an angel? There were no wings. And she wore no angelic raiment.
Other men on both sides of the battle started to notice her and there was a mad half-minute of wild reactions. Men screaming, and ducking down as though she was about to land on them, or toss thunder bolts. Some curled up into little foetal balls of sheer panic, trying to hide from the reality that, impossibly, stared down at them. Some lifted their rifles and took shots at her. Nothing hit her. Nothing came close. A few even tossed their rifles and panicked, ran, completely abandoning their posts.
Then she took off across the sky, heading up the mountain.
It left the front lines, both sides, in total disarray. Paolo knew whichever side managed to gather and regroup first and make an advance, would easily overrun the other side. He also knew he wouldn’t be the one to initiate it. His mind was all over the place. Had he really seen an angel? He had to find out. Without thinking about anything but the ‘Angel’, he clambered to his feet, discarding his rifle to sprint up the goat track back toward where the head honchos were.
<><><>
El Sobre could smell her on the air. Could feel her getting close. His heart was racing, and he felt uncomfortable and jittery inside. Nervous energy quivered around inside him, making him shiver all over, his joints locked up his whole body aquiver. His human form cock was solid as steel, straining, the muscles stiffening, aching with unrepressed tension. The power of his sudden lust enraged him, coming through physically in the savage hardness of his erection. All his other concealed appendages were screaming for release, trapped and restrained beneath his disguise. He felt a huge power building up inside and wanted to scream to release the tension. He didn’t know if it was pounding excitement or sheer terror.
And then she was there, an intoxicating silhouette in the sky. It was all he could do to stop himself launching up into the air, and just take her. He gulped, his mouth dry, his stained trouser crotch bulging, threatening to split. She descended silently.
She was equally as terrifying as she was desirable. The odds were, she represented certain death. However, there was always that slim chance of beating her. And that would mean a lifelong glut of pure unadulterated, nonstop sexual ecstasy. And that was simply too much of a temptation to pass, even with the odds stacked against him.
It took El Sobre a minute to realise that his not insignificant fear for her was having an effect on his females. They were a small horde, gathered around him like satellites orbiting a planetary body. His seed, pulsing through each and every one of them was attuned to him, and as the Jyujin female descended toward him, they rushed out to meet her.
She hit the ground amongst them vanishing amongst bare flesh and linen clothing. He caught glimpses of her, pushing her way toward him, limbs ensnared by human hands and arms. His females were literally all over her, grabbing her arms and legs, trying to haul her away from him. Some of them tried to hit her and beat her but she avoided two thirds of their strikes, putting others of their kind in the way, or sweeping her head clear of an incoming fist or in a couple of cases, a rifle stock. At times she’d wrench an elbow free of the women’s entrapment and lash out. And two or three would go flying, or fall to be stepped by the others.
His glimpses allowed him to spy some delicious and enticing moments as his women pulled at her clothing. Her revolver was tugged free of her holster and lost in the melee. Her holster rig came next, tossed aside. Then a dozen hands digging into the white of her already loose blouse created the next casualty. It tore in strips, until the thin white garment hung from her waist in little ragged cotton tendrils.
The straps of her luscious skin tight trousers snapped through, one apparently a string of beads, and for a moment became like liquid baubles fliting this way and that as they were scattered into the air. But then the slackened seat of her pants was grabbed and pulled from her flesh, the seams splitting with a kind of accelerating popping crackle. The trousers became a part of her that the women could actually dominate and manipulate. The only part of her. And all too soon they were torn clear, and taking the remains of her blouse with them. And at that point she wore only her boots. Issieki could not help but marvel lustfully at the shift and tense of her muscles beneath her perfect, unblemished and pale-gold skin. She was truly a sight to behold, unfathomably strong yet delicate, feminine and graceful.
For a while she seemed to be enjoying it, it was a competition, like a game of tug-o-war. And her gritted teeth were more often than not a grin rather than a grimace. However, someone got a hit in, nails scratched at her flesh, perhaps leaving little or no mark but hurting and making the beast girl increasingly angry. She lost her temper and erected her chi sphere.
The bubble of atoms-thick plasma came into being fully formed, rather than growing outward from her core. And it acted every bit like a spherical guillotine to the women clutching at the young Jyujin beauty. Issieki cried out in horror when he saw his beloved female slaves dismembered wherever they were in proximity to the sphere, the bubble cutting through them in perfect arcs. Before him he witnessed his women losing heads, faces, multiple limbs, torsos. One was bisected cleanly through the midsection, her upper half inside the bubble, arms around the beast-girl’s waist, the lower half left behind to slide down the outer surface of the transparent sphere, leaving behind a whole inverted waterfall of crimson on the plasmatic surface of the bubble. Another was even cut vertically in two, from crown to crotch, one leg through the thigh and calf, one upper arm, one forearm.
Inside the bubble, a whole pile of bloody, charnel house constituents tumbled and slid down the inside of the sphere to gather at its floor, coming high enough to cover the booted feet of the Jyujin girl within.
She rose up out of the mess of dead, dying and terror-stricken women, and then momentarily cancelled her bubble allowing the extraneous bloody gore within to fall to the ground where its constituent parts awaited. Though like the nursery rhyme, nothing would be putting those body parts together again.
<><><>
Colonel Culebra abruptly exploded with a sense of glee, lust and determination that none of his subordinates had ever witnessed before. They were unaware of the driving mind-melting scent of the newcomer, though some of them might have seen the shapely blur flit across the sky, heading up the mountain at breakneck speed.
To the eyes of his officers, the Colonel suddenly entered an enraged state, distracted and then overwhelmed and discarding everything else but this one disturbance. Snarling and champing like a horse struck with terror or perhaps rabies, he tore at his tan uniform. Belts, lapels and buttons loosening, shredding, and then launched in all directions.
His wide nostrils flared, sucking in great lungfuls of the morning air, already acrid with gun-smoke, terror, sweat loosened bowels. However, to the men watching aghast, confused and more than a little afraid of his turn of behaviour, he appeared to be smelling above and beyond the obvious battle-aromas, instead taking in something altogether different, something that appeared to be having a profound effect on him. And then he ran.
He burst ahead with a sudden surge of power, a locomotive with its head of steam unleashed. His expression appeared demented, drool flecking his drawn back lips, wide staring eyes bloodshot, as though by some kind of inner tension. He sprinted through the midst of his reserve forces bowling through them like cannon shot. Men either moved out of the way or were knocked powerfully aside by the sheer mass and velocity of the raging Colonel.
As he ran, he began to change. It was a slow transformation to begin with. His muscles bulged under his uniform, at first filling in the slack between flesh and fabric but within seconds the fabric began struggling to contain the flesh. His eyes bulged pushing the lids back, the lips were so drawn back they formed a thin split in the blood-mottled face. Even his gums appeared drawn, his teeth seeming to have lengthened, filling more of his mouth than was natural.
The already torn fabric of his uniform gave at the seams as the musculature beneath continued to expand, overpowering the thread holding the fabric shapes together. His limbs stretched as well as expanded and before long his body form and muscles dwarfed his uniform, until it looked like he had been dressed in a child’s mock up uniform. Through another half dozen long, ranging steps, the clothing had fallen free of his enormous physique. Fluttering away.

As he reached and then passed the frontline, smashing rock and man, his own and rebel alike, he resembled a nine- or ten-foot-tall monstrosity of a man. Gorilla like arms, clenched fists the size of howitzers. Legs as thick as tree trunks. There was no humanity in his face, his jaw almost appeared dislocated, his tongue, too long and animalistic lolled between those too-large-to-fit-into-his-mouth teeth. His eyes still bulged, one of them fully black. Both staring intently up toward the top of the mountain. His cock, fully erect and swinging side to side like an over wound pendulum, had retained its human proportion, but it bulged in multiple places, distorted beyond human semblance. Over-pumped muscle, as thick as a man’s forearm and closing in on a foot in length. The scrotum swung low over halfway down his thighs. The sack appeared to contain testicles the size of howitzer shot.
Growling and snarling like some monstrous infuriated bear, he piled through the rebel lines. He completely ignored the few rifle bullets that ineffectually struck him or zinged by. Though most of the men shouted out their shock and terror and ran to get away from him.
He reached the lip of the flat outcrop partway up the mountainside, where El Sobre had made his camp. The second he hit the flat ground he leaped, seeing the mess of dead and dying females but dismissing the implication. His fun wager with Issieki utterly forgotten.
The source of his attention was right there and she would be his. She was up in the air, apparently making a grab for Issieki. Dokuhebiki pushed himself to the limit of his strength, increasing velocity as he reached out to make a grab for the infamous Jyujin beauty.
Megumi whipped herself around in the air as Issieki leaped up to make a grab for her. She wanted to play a little. Didn’t want to make it too easy for these two upstarts from the demon realm.
She lashed out with one booted heel and caught him full in the human disguise face. His nose collapsed, crushing the skull behind, driving the nose inward, smashing teeth, the philtrum bone beneath the skin, and dislocating the jaw on both sides. Had he been human, all those fragments of shattered bone would have gone straight through his skull and struck his brain like a shotgun blast. But he was a disguised Makai and they were much more resilient.
Ignoring the preternatural energy in her powerful heel kick. The demon groaned, spitting out teeth as he fell back to the earth, twenty-five feet below.
But then she was slammed into from behind by what felt like a cannon ball. Of course, it was the hugely distended, spasming form of the half-transformed Dokuhebiki. Though also barrelling through the air, now curled around her, he was so large that he was only about a dozen feet above the ground.
She felt his hands on her, one encircling her throat and upper shoulder, her long neck too small for the thickness of his palm. His other hand encircled her waist and hip, three long fingers curling around her buttock. Their tips, each as thick as a human cock, were pressing possessively into her ass cleavage. He grinned. His overlarge, jagged teeth having taken on a canine arrangement. He opened up that barbed cavern, that would probably accept Megumi’s whole head inside its maw, and laid his tongue around his lips and nose, washing the whole lower half of his distended, bulging face. His tongue was a long isosceles probe, thick and pointed with a rounded tip, it circled his lips showing off its inhuman length, and then whipped out and slicked a trail up the side of the Jyujin’s lovely face. With a little moan, she appreciatively pressed her face into that moist warm appendage, turned her head slightly and gave the side of the tongue a chaste kiss. It flicked upward into her hair and then swept down the side of her cheek and jaw, the tip sliding around the rim of her delicate ear before slithering inside. Megumi shivered with delight. But she didn’t want to give him too much free reign over her.
She tried to throw an open hand fingertip strike into his face but even as her hands snapped upward, the demon saw her intent. Immediately tentacles burst from his bulging rib cage, the ribs themselves softened to pliable. They split through the human covering and lashed out. Her arms were captured and bound at her sides before her strike could connect. She grinned at him. It was like a game, move and counter move. And she was enjoying the tactics at play. The remaining flexible, boneless, whiplike limbs went for her breasts. Encircling, lifting and squeezing like kinbaku rope-bondage. The tentacle tips, whip-thin, even managed to capture her nipples, wrapping around the stiffen buds, squeezing and pulling on them harshly. Megumi let out a whimper of eroticism, her back arching.
She was about bring her leg up and slam a high kick into the bulging muscles of the side of his neck knowing she had the power to force him to release her, but Issieki reappeared, slamming into her back. Monetarily knocking the air from her lungs, the second demon wrapped appendages, she assumed his legs, around her waist and pressed himself up against her. His tight embrace all but crushed Dokuhebiki’s right arm between them.
It didn’t seem to bother the other Makai. In fact, the fingers caressing her ass cleavage suddenly distended and stretched into something subhuman, one digit was plying her anal mouth with pressure. Not penetrating her but pushing on her sphincter ring, teasing, implying things to come.
At the same timed two other, thinner fingers were caressing her already swollen vulva, stroking up and down the soft fleshed split peach. The digits gently pinched her outer lips together, splayed them slightly, teasing her tunnel mouth and her engorged outer clitoris. While her juices dripped from her, steaming and hissing with her internal heat as they splashed onto demon flesh. Uncontrollable quivers of her physical pleasure danced up and down the tensed muscles of her inner thighs, sending tingles throughout her already soaking loins.
One of them, she assumed Issieki, grabbed her legs, lifting and spreading them wide. She ended up held upright, sandwiched between the two Makai, her feet at the height of her head, but stretched out as far apart as they could get, at least, while in human form.
She could feel a tickle of somethings, dancing and wriggling a trail along her legs, from her thighs over her taut knees the arched curves of her calves all the way down to her ankles. She squirmed as the tendrils slithered and wormed beneath the leather of her boots. Those tiny tentacles slid in deep coiling around her feet and toes and putting pressure on the fastenings of her boots, expanding and pressing on the garments from within, until the stain was too much for the line of tiny buttons. The buttons popped one by one and then boots were whipped off and tossed into the ether. It left Megumi completely naked between the two now inhuman looking Makai.
They were as much tentacle limbed now, as baring arms and legs. And their skin, where it hadn’t mottled, had split where it was no longer necessary or able to contain the demonic shape within. First vestiges of clothing and then human flesh and hair began to and shred, shearing off the body beneath to flit away like confetti in the sun-kissed morning breeze.
Megumi was still feeling contrary. She was happy to get fucked by these two but she didn’t want to make it easy for them. They had made a mistake coming here, and messing with her. And they would need to be made to suffer for it.
She felt the fingers between her buttocks working their way in deeper. They were still teasing her cunt, which she actually felt in two minds about. The teasing was at the same time fun and frustrating. She wanted two or three of those fat fingers shoved deep inside her, though the way they were gently caressing and pinching her puffy outer lips and teasing her clitoris, was a surprisingly sweet and subtle manipulation for such low-level slime balls as these two lowlifes. Even so, they were offering a glass of sherry when all she really wanted a big barrel of the strongest sake. In her ass there was a finger now sliding past her inner sphincter, burrowing deeper. That fat finger began to snake around, bending back on itself, stretching her anal tunnel and hooking securely inside her rectum. It wasn’t painful, in fact she was enjoying the discomfort of the stretch and the internal pressure but she knew their game. It was meant as a kind of manacle. So, she couldn’t easily pull away from them. Well, she would show them. The admittedly enjoyable hooking of her anus might well keep her ensnared like a fish on a hook, but she would make them regret doing it.
Grinning, she pulled one arm free of the binding tentacles encircling it, making the demon gasp at the ease with which she freed herself and then reached behind her back and took hold of Dokuhebiki’s still human right arm. Many tendril-like tentacles had wriggled forth from the corded muscles to hug and caress her naked flesh.
In a quick one-two-three, she wrapped her hand around the elbow joint and, using twisting pressure she dislocated the joint. Then she grabbed the forearm and snapped both bones, before crushing them in her fist. Finally, even as the demon began to scream from the initial injury, she grabbed the wrist at the small of her back and crushed the bones in there too. The Makai’s responsive cry was of both terror and pain. The tendrils writhed and shrivelled, the arm became limp against her lean back, but the fingers didn’t seem to be affected, the hook remained stuffed and secure in her bulging rectum while the fingers just went that much harder at her cunt lips and her clit, giving her a sudden up surge in thrilling sexual joy.
Not to be focussing too much on Dokuhebiki, she turned her violent attention on Issieki, snapped one of his arms that was reaching around her ribs and stroke at the tip of one stretched out nipple. Then she shattered his right knee joint that was right beneath her cocked elbow. The leg fell away in response, but immediately reassigned itself as a coil of inter-plaited tentacles, that quickly and lashed out at her arm.
She grabbed a bunch of three of those tentacles and tore them right off his body. Laughing maliciously, she used the fistful of tentacles and whipped out across her opposite shoulder, as though self-flagellating, yet she was whipping Issieki with his own disembodied extremities, before tossing them aside. The demon silenced her spiteful laughter by stuffing a fat, phallic tipped tentacle against her full lips. She fought for a while, pressing her mouth shut and clenching her jaw, but it was just a bit of fun for her. The Makai was decidedly insistent. Tentacles wrapped around her throat and squeezed, others lashed at her, clubbed at her head, slapped her brow, and cheeks, all in an effort to force a blowjob.
Giggling behind her fiercely clenched teeth, the Jyujin girl forced her arm upward, against the straining urgency of the mass of tentacles that once again encircled her biceps and forearm. But she was too strong and she caught hold of the tentacle cock at her lips and wrenched the bulging, flesh covered muscle aside. And, though there were no bones inside to break, the muscles and tendons were over-stressed, violently wrenched and made useless.
However, the Makai though he bellowed in white hot agony, was able to simply replace one phallic tentacle with another, letting the injured member flop uselessly and bringing a second cock limb to Megumi’s tantalising lips.
She gave a little shrug and this time allowed the cock to push into her mouth and along the length of her stroking tongue until it found the entrance to her throat.
She was good at sucking cock, she had talent, skill and experience and knew all the tricks of how to provide the best sensations, the kind that could empty a pair of balls, practically in seconds. At least, that was certainly the case for Humans and her own people. Demons tended to have even less stamina but they had more lust and more cum. And more resilience. A sated erection would not simply shrink and turn flaccid, and a pair of testicles did not require time to refill when it came to the race of Makai.
The long mushroom crowned tentacle the full length of her long, flicking tongue and then forcefully popped into the snug channel of her oesophagus and pushed onwards, sliding down the inside of her throat, making it bulge visibly. Megumi allowed the invasion, gulping heady swallows to caress and then halfway strangle the cock, as it ploughed deeper and deeper into her body.
But then as she decided it was sliding too far down her throat, taking advantage of her hospitality, and she sank her teeth into the firm, fleshy surface stopping the invader in its tracks. Aphrodisiacal and lubricating ichor oozed over her teeth, her tongue and her lips. There was a sweetness and a spice to the substance. It was a taste she was all too familiar with. It was almost a nectar for her. And she groaned gutturally as she ran her tongue around in the syrupy stuff.
As far as she was concerned someone from the demon realm should bottle that stuff and sell it to all the horny humans as an aphrodisiac; they’d make a fortune.
Megumi had to focus her senses to keep track of what the two slime balls were doing to her. Her rectal cavity was stuffed full of a finger that felt as thick as a katana grip, it was rolled and coiled inside her, caressing, writhing and bulging. And she could feel little tendrils tickling at the sphincter that led to her intestine. Though she silently vowed, anyone trying to start heading in that direction was going to lose a number of limbs.
Two more of those fingers had spread her labia wide, seemingly in preparation for the main event, she could feel a tongue flicking back and forth and around her external clitoris, which was giving her inner thighs something to tremble about. The tongue, if that was what it was, sometimes teased her urethra too, and once or twice had dipped lower still to sample her free-flowing juices, but her cunt hadn’t been penetrated at all yet. And she was more than ready to feel demon cock savaging and stretching her by this time.
The tentacle cock in her throat was writhing against the constricting walls of her gullet, trying to push deeper. She had decided to relinquish the grip of her teeth if it showed signs of pulling back, but so far it was mindlessly trying to get down to her stomach for some reason. Dokuhebiki’s long probing tongue was lapping all over her face and throat, even while another hand maintained a grip of her neck; not squeezing hard but certainly making its presence known. The writhing tongue seemed to be tasting even drinking the sweat from her skin, perhaps it was some demonic idea of a French kiss, to slide your tongue over every inch of a girl’s face.
Those thin serpentine tentacles were still binding up her tits and giving them a good healthy throttling, while the wormlike tips had her nipples trussed up and stretched out creating a delightful sharp scalding sensation throughout her breasts and the engorged teats topping them. There were human-like hands, fingers and more tiny wormlike tentacles rubbing at her thighs and buttocks, and her abdominals and pubis. Though she couldn’t see much of them, the two Makai were pretty far from their human disguises now, though so far neither had reverted to their natural forms. They appeared lost in their own lusts and in making every use of every inch of her body. And she knew how luscious she was. She didn’t blame them.
She was still self-examining when everything abruptly changed, the fun abruptly accelerating for the two demons. She didn’t know if they had fought over her in some way or if they had some kind of hierarchy. Or maybe just a wager. But the one behind her, holding her legs up and out while he tried to throat fuck her all the way down to her stomach, while teasing those dimpled tips of her stretched out nipples, withdrew part way, allowing Dokuhebiki full access.
He still held her legs and his hands or what she pictured as hands, were at her waist. Though he was no longer pressed up against her. He even tentatively slid the phallic tentacle out of her throat and her mouth. She gasped, sucking in cool refreshing air though at the same time she gave a little sulky whimper, at the loss of sweet demon cock and her supply of that that tasty ichor.
Dokuhebiki took over, first reverting to his natural form, which in such close proximity looked, essentially, like a shapeless body that was made up of a thousand constantly moving serpents of varying sizes and in every shade of blue imaginable. On occasion a hundred of those snakelike things would shift and reveal a glowing eye or a fanglike maw. And, though it was impossible to be certain, it appeared like two thirds of the snake heads were cock shaped. The demon let out a guttural groaning roar of lust and threw itself onto Megumi. She was completely engulfed, like a flea in a geisha’s hair.
The world went black and all Megumi had remaining were her senses of touch and smell. Hearing and taste hadn’t lasted more than a split second. Tendrils had almost immediately wriggled into her ears, not deep but infuriating, tickling. While more remained outside her ears, caressing the folds of their helixes and lobes. And more still of those tiny worms wriggled their way between her lips, forcing entry into her mouth and stretching apart her jaws through the sheer number of tentacles clambering to get between her lips. The tiny tentacles assaulting her ears remained as they were caressing and probing. However, once inside her mouth those larger tentacles knitted together forming a long and thick cock-tipped appendage. It thrust aggressively forward and popped into her throat. Again, she regulated its probing depth by biting down on the member, enjoying the ichor that flowed across her tongue and coated the inside of her mouth. It could no doubt gain further depth into her gullet by rearranging itself and forming a longer but thinner member. However, with less girth, it would not have the pleasure of the tightness of her throat muscles quite the same.
She felt tentacles everywhere but the majority of the movement, of course, was felt between her spread thighs. The hand was no longer rubbing at her cunt. And the elongated finger overstuffing her anus had transformed into another phallic tentacle, which felt like it was as thick as her wrist. The shaft had stretched out and bulged within her, turning rock solid and stiflingly hot against her sensitive rectal lining.
The monstrous shaft was already thrusting back and forth, and there were muscular bulges along its length and even harder nodules along the bulges, like knuckles, all writhing and jerking and rubbing against her anal walls.
Then she felt the blunt, spongy heat of a second cock pressing against the same stretched sphincter mouth. Ichor oozed thickly along the shaft, mixing with the demonic lubrication from the already sodomising length. Pressure asserted, the cock in her ass withdrew most of the way until her anal mouth was stretched to its widest, around the crown’s corona.
Both cocks thrust forward simultaneously. After a sudden inflammation of scalding, white-hot agony that left the Jyujin girl breathless with pleasure, the second length slid into her anus along with the first, her elastic sphincter ring stretched fiercely. However, it wouldn’t be any better for the demon, as her rectum squeezed hard on the pair of invaders, the two shafts half crushed by the girl’s powerful rectal muscles.
The beast girl’s body writhed with the sudden driving thrust and she let out a long tremulous squeal at the fierce double anal. Though all she accomplished was to provide the cock in her throat a delicious elevated humming vibration. Her noise decelerated into an undulating moan as the cocks began to piston back and forth inside her ass, the ichor lubing their deep and rapid, driving passage.
She was barely given time to get accustomed to the brutally stretching dual penetration, before she felt another two of those broadhead tentacle cocks pressing forward between her thighs. Again, there were two at the same time. Both blatantly aiming to force their way into her cunt. Neither patient, neither of reasonable dimension, or temperature for that matter. They pushed and twisted and corkscrewed against her slick inner lips and each other. It was as though the two cocks were sentient and fighting to be the first to gain access.
However, when she was finally penetrated Megumi realised it wasn’t a fight, it was a synchronised choreography.
The second they were vertically stacked, the lower cock thrust forward and penetrated her cunt, its wide flange pressing firmly against inner clitoral ring and making her groan, and she shivered from loins to extremities. The moment the cock head slid in past her fist-tight entrance, its brother dove forward, angling itself slightly as though lowering its head to ease its insertion.
Megumi’s back arched violently as she took the fifth demon cock into her body, the stabbing tentacle straightened out almost immediately, the mushroom ridge scraping against her stretched clitoral ring, and it also went in deep.
She screamed, but again her outburst was absorbed by the Makai cock that was now pumping back and forth between her pursed lips and six inches into her oesophagus, making her throat bulge.
Her orgasm appeared from nowhere.
The demon savagely reamed her three holes with its five fat cocks, and teased every inch of the rest of her with caresses and squeezing and pulling and stroking. And she was riding an ocean-like cloud of mindless bliss, not even realising that the intense sea of sexual delight was also propelling her upward. Drawing her closer and closer to orgasmic nirvana. She rocked and writhed every part of her pummelled body, riding that rhythmic rolling cloud of sexual delirium to the peak.
When it struck, or at least the second before, she had a sudden and desperate need to vent the built-up sensual pressure within, but every part of her was confined, restricted, corked. And the only thing she could do, that she did, was purely instinctive. She bit down savagely on the cock in her throat. Her teeth pierced its sweet and sour flesh, the moment it slid backward, popping clear of her tonsils and retreating across her tongue. She bit down, her pearly whites champing through flesh and muscle. Ichor, like blood, burst. She felt its tingling glee splashing across her tongue.
She spat out the four inches of cock still in her mouth. Somewhere out there in the distance, way beyond her cloud of ecstasy, there came an agonised raging howl. And it was that sound, somehow gifting Megumi with a sprinkling of sadistic elation, that was the spark that set her off.
A spark erupting in her loins and immediately expanding to the intensity of a burning midday desert sun. And then a supernova, expanding exponentially outward. Only Megumi remained, floating in the aftermath, panting and moaning. Even the sheen of sweat from her perfect naked body had been absorbed and turned into fuel for the energised plasma of her climax.
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Issieki bided his time. He knew Dokuhebiki would make his attempt first, he was too impatient. Well, so be it. He could wear the beast-bitch out. And then it would be Issieki’s turn and he would be able to reap the benefits, taking her over properly and absorbing her once and for all into him, trapping and enslaving her for an eternity of unquantifiable pleasure.
He kept his distance and watched. His brood brother had taken his natural form and completely engulfed the Jyujin piece so that the only part of her visible were her naked feet, sticking out of his serpentine mass, still spread wide and elevated.
His attempt barely lasted half an hour. And he took it far too quickly, beginning the absorption process after only twenty minutes and before he had even tested her power and his resilience by making made her cum. It was dumb and overconfident. If he couldn’t even survive her legendary onslaught what was the point of trying to absorb her?
He certainly went all out with roughing fucking the Jyujin bitch, ploughing her aggressively with as many cocks as he could get into her. Not that he could see very clearly, but he knew his brood brother so well that he could tell from the movement of his thousands of limbs what he was up to and what parts of her he was making the most use of.
When the predictable end came it had been everything Issieki had heard about, a sudden blinding orb of sheer power that expanded out from her cunt and overwhelmed his vision. There was perhaps a tenth of a second when he glimpsed the pure colourless orb expanding and the simultaneous shredding and atomisation of poor Dokuhebiki.
The stories about her from their realm always ended in the Makai witnesses running off, screaming in terror. Issieki, as well as a number of his brethren, had scoffed at the cowardice of those of their kind who would run from such an opportunity. Though now he had witnessed it first hand, he understood the desire to be as far away from that level of power and destruction as possible. No matter how irresistible the possessor of that power might be.
But he was no low-ranking coward. He was going to take his shot and he was going to win where Dokuhebiki had failed. He was going to take her and enjoy her, and he was going to keep her. The afterimage of the homicidal plasma orb kept him blinded for some drawn out minutes.

When he could see a little, he found her standing in front of him. She looked inspirational, deliciously naked and sexily windswept. A pink flush riding her cheeks and chest, her ruby-blushed nipples were bullet hard and enticing, like cocked fingers beckoning to him.
She reached out and with teasing fingertips, stroked along the engorged quad cock that jutted from the tip of his armoured tail, ensuring she didn’t leave any of the four eight-inch shafts out. He quivered and his cocks drooled liberally over her gently caressing hand. Smiling almost coyly, she reached between her soft though muscular thighs, slipping two fingers between her swollen lips and drawing out a scoop of her own juices. They were steaming, almost dancing with pent up energy. She spread her fluids over each of the bulging crowns of his quad cock. And they steamed and bubbled painfully. Her cunt fluid like acid on him, burning a beautifully masochistic sensory caress that left him weak kneed and silently begging for more.
Maintaining the coy smile, she reached up with her other hand and slapped hard him across his long, reptilian face. It jarred his neck and brought tears to his eyes. And bars of steel to his quad cock. He reached out with a flipper, tipped with sucker fingers and cupped a full breast, squeezing it hard, encircling and pulling harshly at her nipple, deliberately trying to induce pain. There might have been a little twitch in the corner of one big brilliant blue eye, but he couldn’t be sure. Her smile certainly didn’t diminish.
She wrapped her fingers around one of his cocks and squeezed it. Squeezed it hard. The Makai groaned, his legs buckling, she followed him down as he collapsed, intensifying her grip until she had him whimpering and clawing at her forearm.
“Hurt? Slime…? Something you want to do about it?”
His crippling pain turned to rage and he leaped forward and engulfed her in his form, trapping her limbs with his, yanking her hand from his cock and then slamming the whole quad straight at her crotch. She laughed as he grappled her.
The four cocks wriggled forward, pushing between her clenched thighs. The soft smoothness of her legs made his cocks drool precum, lubricating their forward rummaging. Two of them had already plugged into the diamond of negative space between the tops of her thighs and her puffy labia.
The bitch didn’t make it easy for him and on some level, he knew he was being played with, but he was too steamed with lust and rage now to do anything but overpower the beast whore and fuck her senseless.
Once the cocks were lodged firmly in between her thighs they started to burrow upward, channelling toward her waiting cunt and ass holes. But Issieki wasn’t done just yet. He allowed his torso mouth to open, the vertical vulval folds of skin bisecting his mottled blue-grey-green flesh split apart, revealing a gaping maw two feet in height. Flabby tendrils, actually nerve nexuses, the size of fingers lined the inner rim like soft teeth. Though they were actually more like toned down clitorises. The dusky pink inner flesh was dripping with ichor.
Still clenching her thighs together to restrict the progress of the four cocks trying to penetrate her, Megumi frowned as the demon’s chest spread open. However, before she could offer and further reaction, two sucker mouthed tentacles burst out from inside the mouth and latched onto her nipples, the tentacles looped and coiled, lassoing her breasts. She was suddenly tugged forward off balance, her torso sucked into the mouth. The ichor dripping lips sealed around her chest and the sides of her ribs. Inside, the vast demon-mouth sucked at both her breasts as one. While the tentacles squeezed and constricted the pair of succulent orbs, sucker mouths played merry hell with her pleasure bound and engorged nipples.
Straining her head backward from the demon’s upper chest and clavicle, the Jyujin girl’s eyes went wide as she saw Issieki allow his true form to continue to emerge. His neck lengthening, face stretching and distorting into a toad-like head on a long, flexible pole. The extended, reptilian, snout-like mouth opened up into another vast toothless maw. A wide expression-filled smile of delight and pronounced sexual victory all over the no longer human face.
The neck lashed out, appearing to flick the head like a bolus, whipping it upward and then suddenly back down. The mouth opened wide as it came down over Megumi’s upturned face, engulfing her entire head.
The abrupt shock of the Makai’s ‘kiss’ had Megumi allowing him the opportunity to, finally, quad fuck her. Her legs jerked, relaxed then drew up. Her knees coming up toward her already entrapped torso. It was enough to allow her holes, framed by the oval of where her buttocks and thighs joined, to be exposed for his four, hungry, demon cocks. He thumped the first two broad, solid crowns possessively against her vulva and her anal mouth. At the same time, his hind limbs came up and hooked the girl’s legs, trapping them in place, drawn up, forced wide and bent at the knee.
Once securely and unable to escape, he thrust a cock into her, hard and deep bottoming out immediately. He pushed harder still, stretching her innards, making her accept every single inch he had for her.
As he withdrew the first cock, he slammed the second up her fist-tight ass. The third replaced the first in her tight, gripping cunt. Both crown flanges scraped, in perfect synchronicity, along the thin film of flesh separating the orifices.
He heard, tasted and felt through a sweet, luscious vibration her squeal-scream as he started to fuck her. It drove him to slam harder and deeper as he hammered the fourth shaft into her cunt.
The first joined the second in her ass so both holes took two cocks. But then he switched up, taking one from her cunt and shoving it into her ass. One-and-three. Then he ripped two from her ass and slammed them simultaneously into her cunt. Three-and-one.
He continued to cycle his quad cocks, adding a twisting rotation to the three in whichever orifice they occupied. He was almost surprised she could take it. He intensified his thrusting, increasing speed and power, as he thoroughly stretched her out inside. His rotating cock heads thumping fiercely against her uterus, and where her rectum met her sigmoid colon.
Again, he could feel as much hear her continual shrieks and shrill moans. And better still, the short, sharp screams whenever he bottomed out that little bit more rambunctiously.
All he wanted to do was to plough her as fast as he possibly could, but he knew it would bring her off that much more quickly and that would mean game over. So, he metaphorically gritted his teeth and instigated a rapid pace, though holding back from going all out.
However, he could feel his sap rising all the same. And the logical part of his mind started to worry. It was all about timing, too early and he wouldn’t develop enough sexual energy to protect himself or instigate the absorption process. After all, it wasn’t the same for Jyujin as it was for weak and ignorant humans. If he went on for too long, he would boil over and loose the pent-up sexual energy.
This was his shot. His only shot. And he was determined not to waste it.
However, the logical self-aware part of him wasn’t the part in charge. The lust was a hurricane. The turmoil of pleasure and need for more, to have it continue, it was all combined with an insatiable need to reach the perfection of climax. It fought for supremacy and came out as an erratic thrusting and stirring of his four cocks that he used to aggressively savage the girl’s faultless and unbelievably tight body.
That sensation completely eclipsed the lesser pleasures of sucking her face and driving his reptilian tongue into her mouth and down her throat. Which he did whenever she opened her mouth to let out a squeal or scream. And all the while his chest cavity played with and sucked her tits and pulled, tweaked and twisted her nipples. And lesser still, though not to be ignored, was the simple feel of her smooth, firm and soft flesh pressed up against him, and inside him. She was simply delectable.
It was a logical realisation of all those differing levels of pleasure that she was providing him that translated into its very own euphoria. It was that additional, and minor but singular ingredient that brought him off.
A howling animalistic scream, burst from the core of him. It expressed a never before experienced degree of the sublime. Pure ecstasy beyond anything he had felt before.
All four cocks exploded as one, over filling her innards in a flash. Her intestines filled with his infectious seed. Bulged. The hot, pressurised liquid racing through her digestive tract straight toward her stomach. Before his mind blanked, overloaded with his pleasure, a split second’s image of her projectile vomiting out his seed, that had completely filled her digestive system, sparked gloriously in his mind.
The cum continued to blast, her body swelling, expanding, trying to contain the overload, but then she rejected it, a huge muscle contraction that had his load ejected from her body, blasting out of her like a pair of close-knit geysers.
Issieki didn’t know it but it was that very explosive sensation that sat off Megumi’s orgasm.
And it was more than twice the explosive, murderous potency that had vaporised Dokuhebiki.
His mind wiped clean by his own perfect moment of sexual joy; he didn’t feel a thing. He simply evaporated inside Megumi’s quarter-mile diameter sphere of orgasmic plasma. As did the top of the mountain, and three quarters of El Sobre’s rebel forces beneath them.
The split apart mountain, like a volcano, tossed rock shrapnel into the air that consequently rained down, crushing Federal troops in their scores and causing avalanches that killed a hundred more.
Megumi didn’t know anything about it either, lost in her own divine joy. She came back into her body, feeling the warm summer air caressing her naked flesh and sending delightful cascading tingles over her in the wake of the breeze.
Her eyes flickered open and she found herself enveloped by the pale azure of the cloudless expanse of sky, the colour of her own Jyujin-form hair, filling her vision.
The victorious Jyujin girl stretched her lissom limbs and yawned. She felt like she just awoken from a long and restful slumber.
Her body tingled with energy. She smiled, feeling content.
She flipped herself gracefully over and pervaded her very stark surroundings, through a veil of slowly settling dust.
The top of the mountain was gone, and the flat land where she had first met the rebel-disguised demon and his human harem was now a sea of rough, raw rockiness. Belatedly, she realised that sea of rock had all been part of the now concave mountain peak.
She could also smell the blood and death among and beneath those rocks. And further down, the animal trails that all these humans had been using to fight their little war were no longer visible, it was all simply a random carnage of scattered rocks, corpses and blood.
None of it mattered. In a few short years they would all have been dead anyway. Humans and their short lifespans.
She shrugged. The only important humans were those on that eastern island, at least, so the demon realm’s prophecy had declared.
The tingling through her body and extremities tickled distractedly. Pleasantly. She needed to vent all this pent-up energy. Perhaps back in Japan, there might be an uprising to quash. Or bandits. There were still plenty of gangs of marauding bandits in the mountainous regions. They could prove entertaining for a few days.
Her mission on this continent was accomplished, and she decided she would go and check in with her brother. Of course, she would need new clothes. However, that shouldn’t be too much of an issue once she arrived. And, if she timed it right, she could get there after night had fallen. It would be easy enough to steal some fresh attire then.
She wondered if Jyaku would be spending time fucking the Makai whore Enkakuki. Or was it Fukakuki? Whichever. One of Lord Suikakujyu’s two demon concubines. Female demons were a literal rare breed, from what she understood of the ways of the demon realm. So those two must have some talents in order to become brought so high up in the hierarchy of the demon realm. No doubt Jyaku was making full use of them.
The lucky bastard. At least his orgasms weren’t destructive like hers. Not that she would have it any other way.

The end.
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