Nothing to Fear But Fear Itself

Nothing to Fear, But Fear Itself

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Years of pain… Years of knowing nothing but the horrible possibilities… Years of knowing the uncountable ways in which the universe could ensure your misery… To one with an overactive imagination, any aspect of day-to-day life could be interpreted as a threat to one’s well-being…

And so, Asura was afraid…

Now however… Now was… different… and different was good. Asura, known now to many as The Kishin, rested comfortably within the chamber of Arachne. The witch, who had sought out Asura deep within his mountain hideout, made him an offer of quality caliber… Through the witch’s company- her loving company- the Kishin had begun to experience something he had not felt in early his entire life- security.

The embrace of this woman gave him comfort… For so long mocked as The Coward by not only his allies, but by Shinigami Himself, Asura slowly grew out of his solitude. He was accustomed to wearing multiple layers of jackets, an effort to shield himself from anything hostile, but in the past days, he slowly found the witch’s chamber floor littered with his clothing- several layers of jackets, pants, and scarves strewn haphazardly around the black and white tile.

Asura now rested in the lap of the witch, his cheek resting in her bosom, as she always encouraged him to position himself. It expressed no sexual emotion- merely a means of establishing a bond- his body always finding itself close to her heart. What remained of his clothing was a red jacket, adorned with black stripes and silver buttons, loose fitting black slacks, and most difficult to shed- his assortment of white scarves, many of which constricted his head, allowing only strands of black hair to escape the makeshift prison.

He nuzzled closer, speaking no words to the woman who held him with such love. His left hand lightly, tenderly gripped her black dress, his head shifting for optimum comfort in her cleavage. Her pale, soft hand stroked his head, despite the thick layer of cloth separating their skin. It didn’t matter… The direct contact was unnecessary… Asura felt something from her that was indescribable, even with the remaining layers of fabric binding him.

Yet still… he couldn’t help but cringe and twitch, his teeth clenching together with in repressed rage- the slow process of ridding himself of his fear. Often, he used his time with Arachne to clear his mind- to destroy his own imagination. Fear, as he had always perceived it, was rooted in humanity’s urge to imagine… In every situation, it was the nature of man to picture the worst possible outcomes to every fork in the road… Soon however, Asura would no longer choose which road to take… He would simply sit at the crossroads, content with his existence.

“Shh… Rest easy my dearest…” Arachne whispered to him, running her hand along his veiled head. Her voice reached him- soothed him- eased his burning blood… His grip on her dress loosened, his jaw muscled eased themselves- his body as a whole ceased to tense. Arachne’s lips curved into a warm smile, her hand lightly pushing Asura’s head into her chest. She bent her head forward, letting her cheek rest atop his head. “You have nothing to fear Asura… Not with me…”

She spoke the truth… Within this sanctuary, no harm could come to the Kishin. She was a guardian angel… A black dress clung tightly to her curves, the woman’s hourglass figure being of absolute perfection. The top of the dress cut off just above what would be considered indecent, an ornate webbing of threads keeping the dress from falling forward and exposing her large breasts to the world. Her hair, black as the spiders which infested her castle, was neatly kept in a double layer bun, two large portions however, were allowed to fall down the sides of her face.

With an unexpected click, the scarves encircling Asura’s face cracked open like a shell, the two halves beginning to open. Suddenly going limp, the fabric fell from his head onto his shoulders and back, his face no longer bound by the uncomfortable material. Asura much preferred, at least for the moment, to feel Arachne’s touch without interruption.

With a gentle touch, Arachne brushed the scarves from his shoulders, letting them drop to the bed’s silk sheets with an inaudible sound. Her smile returned as he returned his head to her bosom, his cheek pressing against the cloth of her dress just below the ending line.

“Yes Asura… You have no need to fear me…” She whispered to him, her smooth voice sending vibrations throughout his body. “Let the weight of fear slide from your body… let go of it… it has no purpose but to wear you down…” She cooed, her hand running slender fingers through his hair, his spine tingling at the sensation of her fingernails on his scalp.

“Ara…chne…” Asura said in a low voice, his mouth partially muffled by Arachne’s well-endowed chest. His head nuzzled in close, with a bit more conscious effort, brushing against all sides of her cleavage. Noticing the change, Arachne’s eyes shut, the hand on his head applying a slight amount of force in moving him closer into her. She caught her breath becoming heavier, Asura beginning to do more now than merely remain idle.

The hand that gripped her dress now unsteadily moved up to her thigh, his palm gliding along the fabric of her dress shakily. As it reached the top of her thigh, Arachne’s hand came to rest atop it, easing his anxiety. Gently, she gripped his hand and lifted it to her breast, letting it press against her.

“Do not fear me my dear…” She assured him. “Without fear, there is only comfort…” Her hand guided his like a puppeteer, their hands making slow circles around her breast. Gradually, she allowed him more control, eventually removing her hand entirely, leaving the Kishin to fondle her at his own pace.

“Arachne…” He repeated, his hand now moving of its own accord. His fingers gripped tighter, kneading her soft mound with more voracity. Her breath staggered as he worked, his face now looking up from her chest and into her eyes- her beautiful, spider web eyes. “I… I am not afraid…” He murmured, letting his tongue slip from between his lips and find itself dragged across her skin, paying no heed to the web-design threads that kept her dress intact. Arachne muttered a sound at the unexpected sensation, allowing the Kishin to continue doing as he wished.

With a single finger, Asura hooked the top of the witch’s dress and tugged it down, finding to his dismay that the amount of force he used was too timid to do any good. So, once again he tried, this time a real attempt to claim what he wanted. With an echoing tear, the threads which held the top of the dress up were snapped, the Kishin’s finger now pulling down the front of Arachne’s black dress.

Now, for the first time, the bosom he found solace in for days was exposed before him, Arachne’s face still displaying slight shock at his sudden maneuver. They were as large as he imagined, their exquisite curve maintaining the perfect shape. As Arachne’s smile returned, Asura allowed his tongue to return, small licks being made upon her perk nipple- the cold air of the room having already accomplished that for him.

As his comfort with the situation increased, the small licks turned to slow sucks, his mouth now wrapped around the peak of Arachne’s voluptuous breast. Continuing his work with his hand on her other, the Kishin dug his face into her tender flesh, his tongue pushing hard against her nipple within his mouth.

Her hand still clutched the back of his head, pushing him ever deeper into her, her free hand hanging helplessly at her side. She allowed him to explore her- to discover what a world without fear was like.

“Do you see Asura? Do you see what a life devoid of fear rewards you with?” She said between gasps, Asura giving her no reply. He much more enjoyed his current task. His tongue made circles around her areola, the witch giving a sudden shudder and gasp of pleasure. “Oh! Asura… Yes, do as you wish… Do anything…” She encouraged him, arching her back at the sensations he delivered to her.

Again, no answer, but Arachne was content. As long as the Kishin showed no fear, it served her purposes… But it seemed that now, Asura had a function she had not imagined him capable of. It teased her brain to ponder how far he would go- a being just released from his shell of paranoia… It encouraged her- it challenged her- she needed to know.

Her hand glided down, coming to rest on his leg, a rising form showing beneath the black fabric. Her hand tenderly grabbed the long form, massaging it in a back and forth motion. The Kishin paid no heed to her advance, preferring to continue his amusement of her breasts. She slowly worked his manhood, silently begging it to rise- to be released from its confinement- to pleasure her. Fumbling for a moment to find it, Arachne’s fingers pinched the small metal zipper on his pants, tugging the small mechanism down to allow her hand room to enter. Inside, her fingers gripped his naked cock, pulling it out through the opening she created. It would need much more work to reach its most prominent state, his manhood still partially soft and limp.

Eager for it to achieve its proudest stage, she began to slowly work his shaft, setting into motion the events that would result in her ultimate pleasure. The Kishin, for the first moment since the start of their joining, released her nipple from his mouth, his eyes looking up into hers.

“You’ll need to do more than that.” He said, his voice lacking any tone of nervousness. On the surface it didn’t sound like it, but Arachne knew it to be more of a demand than advice. In this moment, Arachne truly realized the extent of her work… The Kishin no longer had fear… It was fully within his abilities to obtain whatever he wanted… And from his words, it was clear that he knew exactly what she did.

As she bent forward, the Kishin leaned back, allowing himself to sit up straight as Arachne’s head reached his waistline. Just as gently as when Asura’s tongue had first graced her breasts, Arachne’s would slide up the underside of his cock, her hand holding it upright while she worked to harden it.

Asura watched on through his red eyes as Arachne tenderly serviced him, the warm, wet sensation of her tongue shaking his body. Without even taking him into her mouth, she was succeeding in her goal, the Kishin’s tool rising higher and stiffer, encouraging her to give it more thorough attention. Her tongue pressed harder against his length, occasionally tracing a small circle around the head of his penis.

With a tattooed hand, the Kishin pushed down Arachne’s head, wordlessly commanding her to accept him into her mouth. Without resistance, she complied, her full lips sliding down the length of his shaft, her tongue running down its underside. With a mute smile, the Kishin watched her, savoring what he experienced. Her head bobbed up and down slowly, her right hand gripping just below her jaw, having it follow her every move. Judging from his now stiff length, Arachne knew her tactic worked.

In a sudden flash of genius, she placed a hand to her chest, gently pushing him backwards. He used his elbows to keep himself propped up at an angle, allowing him to watch her every move with rising interest. By dropping her body closer to the bed, Arachne positioned herself between his legs, wrapping her breasts around his cock. With a smile, Asura let her put her plan into motion, extending his legs to stretch the tense muscles.

The sultry witch squeezed her breasts tightly around his shaft, engulfing it in her bosom. As she worked, her eyes were locked onto his, admiring the mighty fearless Kishin that sat before her. In a way, it warmed her heart to see the product of her affection, and warmed her in another way to open his eyes to the glory that could be found through a woman’s touch.

She constricted the range of her movement now; working only what her breasts would touch from the base of his shaft. With the head of Asura’s manhood emerging from the suffocating grasp of her cleavage, Arachne would return it into her mouth, employing a savory combination of sensations. For the first time, Asura offered an audible moan, arching his back in pleasure. Encouraged by his response, Arachne increased her pace, rubbing her breasts against his shaft more vigorously, her lips pursing his head as her tongue moved more rapidly around its surface.

His teeth clenched together from the feeling, her work of the tender head beginning to show in his mannerisms. Suddenly though, Arachne would feel a change in his behavior. His hands came forward and grabbed her head, holding it in place as Asura rose to stand. With his temptress on her knees and his feet digging into the soft sheets of the bed, he forced the full body of his length into her mouth. She knew better than to fight it, and even better than to gag, so she endured it, actually enjoying the slight change in the mood. He began to thrust, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue satisfying him to no end. The witch’s hands pleasured her own breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, furthering her own path towards release.

As he took a moment to undo the button on his pants, Arachne forced herself to part with one of her hands, donating it to Asura. With great care, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them as he dropped his slacks. He arched his back and directed his arms behind him, letting the red jacket slide from his shoulders to the bed, fully nude for the first time since… well… as far as his memory served, this was the only time he could recall. Now, with all clothing shed, he returned to his work, knowing his climax was very near. With the extra sensation of Arachne’s hand caressing his balls, Asura gave a few more thrusts into her mouth before he tensed- his seed launching itself into the witch’s mouth.

As he came, he refused to slow himself, the Kishin continuing to thrust his length into Arachne’s mouth even as he released himself. The unexpected move was too much for her to handle, the spider woman beginning to gag on his tool. This, however, would mean nothing to Asura, who pursued only his pleasure. His hands kept a tight hold on her head and at the last moment, forced her head as far down his shaft as it would go, the final shot of semen hitting the back of her throat.

He let go, the woman immediately falling forward, coughing furiously over the side of the circular bed, his white ejaculate spilling from her mouth and onto the tile floor, a small pool of it forming beneath her.

To this, Asura paid no attention. As he lowered himself to his knees, he was granted a new sight. Arachne, leaning over the bed to cough, faced away from the Kishin, unknowingly presenting her round rear to the Demon God. Though the long dress more than covered every inch of flesh, the form fitting material created a perfect mold of what was underneath.

The witch’s perfect body didn’t only apply to her thin waistline and well-endowed chest. Her rear, from what the sight before Asura told, was perfect. This was, however, just a presumption. His curiosity would get the better of the Kishin.

While she finished coughing up the remainder of Asura’s gift, his hands would lurch forward, grabbing the black material and pulling it up quickly, throwing it over her ass and onto her back. Her head shot up and looked behind her in surprise, but knew better than to change her position- it was clear the Kishin wanted something, and it would be a possibly dangerous ploy to deprive him of his desires.

As Asura expected, what he now looked upon was the vision of perfection. Black silk panties were all that was under the dress, the material thin enough that he could make out the more secret parts of Arachne’s anatomy without even removing the cloth. Despite the fact that he had just been relieved, the new thoughts that poured into his head rejuvenated him, the Kishin’s partially deflated manhood beginning to throb and rise once again. Arachne blushed furiously, but lowered herself onto the best, raising her rear into the air for Asura to inspect.

With a grin, the Demon God placed his hands on the curves of her ass, feeling the soft touch of the silk. Those however, were little more than an annoyance. Quickly, he pulled them down around her legs, letting them rest around her knees. His amused grin widened as he evaluated her- his lusting eyes most interested with the view he now had of her womanhood. It showed almost no signs of distasteful flaws, such as sagging lips or obvious age. To Asura, it appeared to complete the vision he had of her- the perfect woman- the Queen of Spiders. Though the angle offered him no certain view, he could tell she kept a careful eye on her pubic hair, keeping it maintained and groomed. It wouldn’t have mattered either way to the Kishin, but it was a welcome touch to see.

Arachne hoped he would spare time to pleasure her, more specifically to feel the shuddering touch of his tongue against her folds. Nothing however, was certain with the Kishin. He would be just as likely to instantly ravage her as to take the time to prime her properly.

It would be to her delight that she would feel a thick tongue press against her womanhood, a loud moan escaping Arachne’s mouth. The Kishin was bent forward, his mouth just an inch from the folds his tongue currently pleased. It spent little time on the outer area, Asura eager to taste the inner sanctum of her pussy. As he slid in, her entire body shook from the pleasure, her hands tightly gripping the bed sheets as she released sound after sound into the bedding. Just as he did when he sucked her nipples, Asura took his time with the task, enjoying the flavor of Arachne’s most hidden of areas.

He forced his tongue in deeper, ignoring his now raging hard erection, finding this to be just as pleasing as her service earlier… But how must it feel to be inside of her? His years of cowardice prevented him from ever being close to anyone… The Demon God was naturally a virgin, but as Arachne had judged, he was a fast learner. The wondering had to end… As delicious as she was, he had to be inside her.

Maintaining his grip on her ass, he lowered it to his designated level, the tip of his cock barely making contact with her folds. Not one for games, the Kishin entered her, an amazingly warm sensation engulfing him. Arachne’s moan of pleasure was loud, filling her chamber, probably alerting others outside the walls of their activities. It had been many years since anyone had made love to her, and of all people, the one to break this standstill was The Demon God Himself, Asura.

His movements for the moment were slow, Asura being unsure of how best to proceed. This feeling was something entirely new to him, the very act of it perplexing him. All he knew was that it did indeed feel just as good as it tasted, but now, he could experience release from it… He didn’t want this feeling to end… But, he didn’t know how best to control it.

He started with the obvious. Keeping his firm hold on the witch’s ass, Asura thrust into her, the woman emitting another loud gasp, then another, and another. The Kishin grew to find a rhythm, pushing his cock in and out of her with a maintained pace.

“Asura… Asura…” Arachne said aloud in between thrusts, her mind in complete disbelief of the current situation… But still, his lack of experience was obvious. It felt good to her, but had so much more potential.

She moved forward, pulling her ass from his grasp, leaving his cock unattended to, the Kishin giving her squinting glare- the kind of glare that demanded an explanation. Before he could mutter protest, she turned around and placed a single finger over his lips.

“Let me…” She offered, her warm sincere voice as comforting as it’s always been. She placed her hands on his bare chest and slowly pushed him onto his back, the Kishin’s tense frame lightening, finding solace in her voice. Slowly, Arachne would crawl onto her lover, positioning herself for penetration.

Slowly, she guided the Kishin’s length inside herself, taking all of what he could offer her. She gave a slow, steady moan as she slid down his cock, the witch feeling her insides fill. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to move, grinding Asura’s member. Now, it came time for him to gasp, this new feeling shaking the foundation of his consciousness. It was unbelievable… To feel her move with experience.

“A- Arachne!” He stuttered, unable to speak clearly with what the witch was doing to her. She move faster, grinding her hips harder, her massive breasts bobbing up and down. Asura’s hands shot up, gripping her breasts tightly, holding nothing back this time. He squeezed and tugged on them, pulling them in different directions, Arachne’s voice rising with the added pleasure.

“Ooh, Asura!” She yelled. “Yes, fuck me Asura!” Arachne said, her former grace now lost to the Kishin’s member. He allowed her full control, knowing that her skill was far more honed than his was. It was, after all, his first time experiencing these sensations. His hands continued to grope her, his fingers coming upon her nipples. Between thumb and forefinger, he would pinch them, slightly rolling them in his grip. From their time together, the Kishin had found Arachne’s breasts to be most enjoyable, and remembering their taste, Asura sat up. The witch, her dress pulled up around her waist, was eagerly able to wrap her legs around the Kishin’s waist, giving her balancing leverage for when Asura would greedily take her nipple into his mouth, using his tongue with surprising ability.

The two were entwined, seemingly just as much in a spiritual sense as a physical- the two beings bonded at the soul. They thrusted in unison, their moans becoming one. In the past hour, everything both Arachne and Asura knew had changed. With the Kishin no longer afraid, everything would be set into motion- most important being the destruction of Shibusen and the Grim Reaper. With the Demon God’s true abilities, the world would crumble all around them.

The Kishin’s grip on her tightened, and she could tell from the look in his eyes, that he was close to releasing himself. As if in response to her silent plea, Arachne began to tense, her body slamming down onto the Kishin’s hard member with increasing force. Harder and harder they both worked, until, with a loud moan, Arachne reached her climax, her body becoming stiff as steel as she felt the sensation.

With a blatant disregard for her, Asura moved forward, Arachne falling onto her back, the delicate silk sheets now thrown into disarray from their activity. Quickly, the Kishin forced himself into her again, eager to finish his job. In a moment, it happened- Asura pulling his cock out of her, finishing the deed with his hand. The shot of warm ichor landed across Arachne’s body, his mess soon landing upon her stomach, breasts, and face, a seemingly endless ten second process.

Taking a moment to maintain her breath, Arachne smiled, wiping up a stream of semen from her breast with her finger, slowly placing it into her mouth to suck clean. Inside, Asura wished it was within his abilities to continue, but twice for the Demon God was enough. Instead, once she had cleaned herself, Asura curled up before her, placing his head in her lap.

Back to where they had began- the coward finding solace within the embrace of his protector. Indeed, the Kishin was no longer afraid, but even still, the warm touch of Arachne brought comfort, and it was through her comfort, that Asura’s power would eventually reach its pinnacle… Then, and only then, would the world realize it’s true master… its true God.