Sumizome Ryoushi

OOC: This thread as of now only has room for 2 more young female maidens (the demon will be played by "roleplaylifer"). This is a Japanese Demon Rape themed thread. The forest mentioned can be quite expansive. You don’t have to be from the same village as me. You can be from a nearby one if you like. If you are interested, PM me. I want serious writers who are not into God Posting. Meaning, you do not decide how someone will react to your actions. You let them do this on their own. I would also like RPers who can post at least 4 full sentences in each of their posts. One or two line replies are disliked.

Japanese names would be greatly appreciated if you can. In Japanese culture the family name comes first. But, in Western culture we know the family name comes last. For my character I have chosen to go with the Western format.

Here are some Japanese to English translations:

Sumizome is Japanese for dark
Ryoushi is Japanese for hunter.

Ayame is Japanese for Iris (type of flower)
Izumi is Japanese for spring, fountain

Munashii is Japanese for Void.
Kishi is Japanese for Knight.

Entering the forbidden forest

IC:
Ayame Izumi was a lovely virgin maiden who was 19 years of age. Her family had lived by a spring called “Taizen” (“calm” in Japanese) for longer than anyone could trace back. Her homeland was beautiful with lush soft grass, and fields drowning in Iris (“Ayame”). The village was called, “Taizen Izumi” (“Calm Spring”). The villagers all had their roles in society. The roles were strictly adhered to and everyone got along with each other very well. There was a schedule that everyone was accustomed to.

Ayame was very free-spirited and bored with village life. Many village men wanted to court her. But, she found them all to plain and mundane. She wanted excitement. But the small farming village offered no excitement. She wanted desperately to feel the rush of adrenaline.

There were stories of a demon that lived in the forest nearby that preyed on young maidens. Many maidens became missing never to be seen again after entering the forest. The village men always hunted in the forest and always seemed to return safe and had no sighting of the supposed maiden snatching demon. But, to be safe, women were not allowed to enter the forest under any circumstances.

Ayame spoke with her mother one day about this. She asked her mother, “There is rumor of a maiden snatching demon in the forest who has been called the Dark Hunter. Is there any truth to his existence?” Her mother looked concerned for she knew the adventurous nature of her daughter. She replied with a serious expression, “No one has seen the demon. But, sounds have been heard. And the women who enter never return. Ayame, please do not enter those forests. If you do, you may never return. Promise me that you will not enter the forest.” Ayame shrugged her shoulders, “Ok, mother. What ever. But, I don’t believe there is a demon. The women probably ran away from this mundane village. Who really wants to cater to the whims of men for the rest of their lives? All that cooking, cleaning and being poked by their man sticks. It all sounds so droll to me.” Her mother looked shocked, “Man sticks? I’ll not have you speak in such a way! And the women of this village serve a vital purpose here. How dare you look down your nose at all of us as if you are some princess. The men protect us and hunt for food. We women keep them happy and cared for so that they may do their jobs. You will marry some day and see for yourself.” Ayame shook her head, “No…. I will die an old maid before I marry some smelly sweaty pig of a man.” Her mother slapped her face, “Is that how you think of your father too?! Leave my sight you arrogant brat!” Ayame held her injured cheek and started to cry, “No! I love my father! And I swear I will never marry!” She then ran off to her room to sob into her pillow.

As she laid there she felt angry and hurt. Her mother’s reaction only made her more determined to never marry. Her father was the only man she even liked. Men disgusted her. She then thought of that demon and found herself feeling a wetness between her legs. She turned over onto her back and thought of a demon with an almost brutal penis taking her roughly and hard. She found herself masturbating at the thought. Her fingers were soon soaking wet and she climaxed. She then rolled over to her side and went to sleep.

She woke up late in the night after it seemed everyone in the village was asleep. She decided that now was her chance to see if the Demon really existed. She was tired of taking everyone else’s word on everything. She crept out of her parents house as quiet as a mouse. Once outside she slid the main door closed shut and slipped her white sandals on that were outside with the rest of her family’s shoes.

On this night she wore red shorts and a white short sleeve shirt with a v neck line. Her hair was long and black pulled into a bun on the top of her head. She was quite beautiful with a tight youthful body. Her breasts were perfect C-cups and her buttocks were perfectly round. When she smiled her brown eyes lit up. When she frowned she pouted.

She hid in the shadows as she slipped out of the city to reduce any chance of being spotted. She finally reached the edge of the forest. The sky was clear and the moon was full. She looked up to the twinkling stars and sighed at their beauty. There was a slight mist emanating from the forest that made the forest seem almost magical. She took a deep breath and entered the forest. She was deep in the forest and lost as the mist grew thicker around her. She became afraid because she was lost. Then, she heard a rustling in nearby bushes. She called out, “Is someone there? I’m afraid I am lost. Can you help me?” She felt very nervous and looked around trying to see what the rustling was….

Sumizome Ryoushi

While hardly the demon's true name, he had actually begun to enjoy the reference....after he had coaxed its translation from the lips of one of his many victims.

The Sumizome Ryoushi smiled....bright white teeth glinting in the moonlight as he breezed silently and effortlessly from tree to tree....hunting. Hunting had been poor recently with all the local villages now banning their women from entering his hunting grounds. He had had to make due with the few that had survived his ravenous advances, succumbing to his lustful charms and keeping him satisfied for yet another day. It was almost boring.

Still he hungered. Hungered for new flesh. Tight woman flesh quivering spasmodically on his massive cock as he forced his way into her tight garden. Emerald eyes narrowed at the thought of his failure....though several village maidens had fallen under his control....none had given him what he had actually sought.

And so he continued to hunt, his burning desires continuously spurring him on. Forcing himself to hope against hope every evening as the sun sunk below the sky, he emerged from his lair to prowl his domain......

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And then he sensed it as he passed the northwest sector of his domain....the most delicate and beautiful of scents. Moving silently still, he quickened his pace as his thick green hide moved almost undetectable through the foliage. The scent of arousal was unmistakable....and that meant prey.

Trailing the delectable scent took no effort at all for the seven foot tall creature. Indeed, he became so excited that he almost became careless, not paying close attention to the actions of the dozen tentacles that trailed from his body, swaying dangerously in the air.

As he drew near, his fanged mouth flashed once more in the night air as his lips split open in a wicked grin. Certainly not wasting time, he began to murmur the words of a spell, seeking to further disorient the beautiful girl that had so foolishly wandered into his forbidden territory. A specimen of great beauty, he found himself letting his eyes roam her tight curves, lingering for long seconds on the swell of her young breasts and the inviting curves of her shapely hips. Soon. Soon he would know all she had to offer.....

Water sprites confuse my prey
Infuse the air with your cool spray
Confuse her further where she stands
And draw her deeper to my lands

Obscurement

Slowly as the incantation was whispered over and over again, the fog that had begun to form in the forest started to thicken. Before long, the very trees were a maze in and of themselves. The Sumizome Ryoushi grinned at her obvious confusion and discomfort, watching her look first one way and then another before choosing the wrong path to take, her footsteps leading her even deeper into the forest.

"Wrong choice."

Though his words were whispered only slightly louder than the enchantment, she seemed to have heard the barest of sounds, spinning in his direction to look confused into the mist and at the few plants the cloak of vapor revealed.

“Is someone there? I’m afraid I am lost. Can you help me?”

The glade filled with a sinister chuckle. He watched her stiffen further as the wicked sound reached her. Choosing not to reveal himself just yet, the demon finally spoke. His deep tenor reverberating through the mist, making it impossible to determine the direction from which it came.

"Such a lovely scent, little one. Did you seek to attract me? Though just a little stale, the sweet scent of sex still clings to your fingers....."

A thickly calloused hand reached down to caress his flacid cock. Slowly stroking it to life, he never took his eyes off her, green eyes that seemed to look right past her thin clothing to brush lustfully against the firm flesh beneath. Slowly his enormous cock began to stir to its proper health.....

"Tell me, child. Do you always take a walk into the woods after you masturbate?"

He held his wavering tentacles in check for the moment....wishing to prolong this....to enjoy the moment fully. His head cocked curiously to one side as he awaited her answer. She might have even laughed at how absurd this action looked if her human eyes could have penetrated the mist to see him......

Dangerous Curiosity

Ayame felt very scared after hearing his voice. She knew then that perhaps the rumors were true. How else could he know that she had masturbated? He smelled sex from a distance. No human could do such a thing.

She nervously answered, "Are you the Sumizome Ryoushi? I have heard tales of you, demon. Why don't you show yourself?" She was a virgin yet sexually delighted in the thought of sex with him. Even as she stood alone, lost and frightened in the foggy forest her sex remained wet. A part of her wanted to run away. But, the adventurous curious nature she had made her want to stay.

Perhaps she did not truly fathom the danger she was in. Perhaps she thought the tales of him were exaggerated. Regardless, she had to see for herself. Even if it meant she may never return to her village again....

He looked her over once more, this time with a more skeptical eye. He was old enough to realize that beauty hid a great many things, death not being the least of these. Emerald eyes peirced the fog to scan the tight clothing that clung to the maiden's young body, searching for any sign of a weapon that would mark her as a slayer of his kind.

Yet her scent could not be that of a slayer, any female assassion of that rank would never allow themselves to become aroused in his presence. He smiled at the thought of the many times he had spent long hours breaking that mental control, not allowing even the barest of his mind altering pheromones to speed the process, using only the purest of eroticism.

The Sumizome Ryoushi could almost picture the spreading wetness in the maiden's silky undergarments as he stepped from his concealment into full view. Raising himself to his full seven foot tall, his muscular frame towered over her. Menacing tentacles sprouted from his green scaled back to waver dangerously over head, but none looked half as imposing as the enormous cock that jutted obscenely from between his massive thighs. Thirteen inches long and as thick as the maiden's forearm, it was certainly a specimen worthy of his race. Already, the scent of her wetness had begun to cause the tiniest of poolings to fill the swollen looking tip.....

"You came looking for me? Without a weapon?"

He grinned, showing her a charming fanged smile.

"How foolish."

He took a menacing step towards her, lust shining dangerously in his eyes as this time he let her see him as he caressed her body slowly with his gaze. A nasty chuckle filled the glade as his tentacles spasmed frantically overhead, held back by his considerable willpower.

There was something different about this one. The fact that he couldn't tell what it was right away bothered him more than slightly. Perhaps she was the one he had been looking for all this time. If so....the time to strike was fast approaching, he could ill afford to let her slip away now that he had revealed himself. Every hunter in twenty villages would be scouring the forest come daytime to find him. Not that the insects with their stupid pointed sticks could hurt him, they were more than an irritant than anything else.

His thoughts swinging back to the tender morsel before him, he stifled a moan as his cock throbbed its hunger. Reaching down once more, he held Ayame's eyes with his own as he reached slowly downward to stroke the massive erection.

"I will enjoy splitting your flesh with this, girl. In time, you will learn to enjoy it as well. But for now.....run....and make sport for me!"

His voice rose as he finished the sentance, feigning anger. He hungered for the hunt, the savagery of his own brand of sex. He could only hope that he'd frightened this girl enough to make her follow his last command instinctively....

Defiance

Ayame's eyes widened when he stepped before her. He was very tall. She guessed about 7 feet tall. She stood in disbelief at the tentacles. She rubbed her eyes wondering of she was dreaming. And then she noticed the terrifyingly huge manstick that stuck from between his legs. She had never seen a man stick before but she was sure none of the village men were this large. Ayame was adventurous and quickly realizing that she was a bit of a pervert too.

As she stood almost hynpnotized by his man stick she imagined it pushing deep inside of her and spreading her sex to it's limits. A shiver coursed down her spine and she looked up to his fanged face. When he wanted her to run so that he could chase her she stood defiantly, "NO. I will not run. I am not afraid of you. I came here to see if you are real. I see that you are and now I will return home. But, I will not run home."

Secretly Ayame was a bit intimidated by him. But, she was too stubborn to admit it. And of course, imagining sex with him prevented a lot of fear. Then, she felt an odd sensation. She was born with a crescent moon shaped birthmark in the middle of her chest (between her breasts) that began to feel as though it were producing heat. She remembered her mother's face when she would catch a glimpse of it when she was a child. Her mother never said a word about it but her face showed a bit of fear. Ayame had never felt anything from the birthmark. She wondered why it felt hot.

She brushed away his tentacles and turned on her heels to walk back home. But as soon as she turned she remembered the fog all around her. She knew she would not be able to find her way home until morning broke apart the fog. She sighed and turned back around. She looked up to the demon and said, "Well, it appears I will not be able to find my home in this fog. I will stay right here in this spot until the sun rises." She then sat on the ground.

She sat on her butt with her legs stretched out and ankles crossed. Her hands were flat on the ground behind her as she sat up. She looked defiantly up at the demon, "Why don't you just go away and leave me be." Ayame was a very bold girl. She knew that if she ran he would catch her. So, she decided to retain an air of defiance and boldness in an attempt to throw him off balance.

He rocked back on his heels, stunned for a brief second as Ayame not only refused to run from him, but plopped her firm ass on the ground in clear defiance. A shiver of sensation broke his stupor as she brushed one questing tentacle that he had let get close to her away, her delicate touch thrilling his senses.

He had to have her. While he felt the anger of being defied swell to a fiery heat inside him, even then he could feel some small margin of respect for the courage this young woman was showing. He had seen the same look from a hundred hunters, all of which cowered in terror before him as soon as their petty weapons were stripped away. Still, she was a mouse in a cat's domain, and as such must be taught to respect the cat.

Without hardly a conscious thought, the Sumizome Ryoushi sent his tentacles hurtling at her prone form. One thick appendage wrapped neatly around her slender throat, while still two others sought out and bound themselves to her tiny wrists. Jerking backward roughly, Ayame was drawn swiftly back to her feet. He smiled at the obvious female attempts to break free of his grasp, waiting patiently for her to realize her immobility.

"You HAVE found the Sumizome Ryoushi, of that you can be certain. I am afraid however, that your assumption of returning to your home is arrogant at best. Your body will house my seed, just like any other woman foolish enough to venture upon my lands."

A few more tentacles slithered forward. The first dragged its sensitive skin across the firm swells of Ayame's chest through her shirt. Already, he could picture the sexy maiden nude before him, spread wantonly despite her wishes as he raped her tight cunt.

Even as his cock swelled even harder at the provocative thought, the second tentacle slid slowly up one silky thigh, slipping noiselessly under the leg of her red shorts....

Laughter filled the tiny glade as he continued to enjoy the sensations of her skin against his. Piercing her with his emerald gaze, he provided another fanged smile. He thought of his own secret agenda, fully planning to share it with her.....

When it was too late of course.

Ayame was shocked when his tentacles grabbed her into the position he wanted. From instinct she struggled. But, she soon relaxed knowing she was waisting precious energy by fighting. She returned to he definat glare at him. For some odd reason she was not as afraid of him as she should be. Perhaps it was just arrogance. Ayame could be quite arrogant at times.

When a tentacel slithered up one shorts leg she gave a wry grin even as her spine tingled. She said, "The great fear inspiring Sumizome Ryoushi can not resist me. Your lust is just like all the stupid boring men of my village. I have never given myself to any of them. The thought of their man sticks sickens me. At least you are bold enough to come for what you want. I prefer that much more than lustfully glaring at me as I walk by."

Ayame exhaled, "It is good that you have tentacles, however. Because, I would never willfully give myself to such an ugly demon as you. Release me now!" She just glared at the lustful demon with a glare of anger that could turn men to stone. But, she could not deny the wetness gorwing between her legs. Such an arrogant, defiant, adventurous and perverted young woman....

She also noted to herself how that birthmark felt hot on her chest as his tentacle brushed her chest. She wondered if he too felt that heat.

"Release you?!"

He stared at her for a startled moment before bursting once more into raucous laughter.

"It is true that I lust for you, maiden. Such is the way of all demons. It seems that you weren't listening to me however, so I'll repeat myself."

His tentacles tightened slowly, drawing her closer to him, yet holding her at enough of a distance that if she decided to kick with her unrestrained legs she wouldn't be able to reach him.

"I'm not letting you go. See this enormous "man-stick" as you call it?"

He casually dropped a hand to place a loving caress on the enlarged member.

"I'm going to rape your tight cunt with it. The fact that you admit to being a virgin only serves to excite me more."

A sly grin crossed the Sumizome Ryoushi's face as the tentacle in Ayame's shorts continued to fight its way between clenched thighs to touch the thin filmy fabric of her panties for the first time.

"And it seems that this thought is not as unwelcome to you as you would have me believe. So anxious, are you, to return to those boring, stupid human men? I think not."

The tentacle at Ayame's chest dipped low for a moment, seeking out and finding the hem of her shirt. Seconds later, the slimy appendage was moving smoothly across her taut belly and ascending rapidly.

Growling with lust, his hips thrust once at the empty air, hardly able to wait to have her body impaled on its girth.

The tentacle on her neck tightened, demanding respect from this imperious girl as he channeled some of his malicious energy into the tentacle now firmly buried between the warm cleavage of Ayame's tender breasts.

She was warm.....too warm. Nearly too frenzied to stop in his ravaging of her, this one hint caused an alarm to scream somewhere in the back of his mind. With a frown, the tentacle heaved away from her, the white t-shirt exploding into fragments that hung from her body, doing little to preserve any of Ayame's modesty.

Upon seeing the crescent shaped birthmark, his eyes narrowed, contemplating the implications of this. Could she be a priestess? If not, than what could its meaning be?

Reluctantly, he relinquished the hold he had on her throat, allowing her to speak once more. Besides....should she prove no less arrogant, there were always more pleasurable ways to silence her.

The bawdy thought brought him back into a better humor, but not so much so that he was about to start taking chances.

"Explain this, woman. What is this mark?"

The tentacle that was around Ayame's throat made breathing a struggle. She surely could say nothing in return to his sexual wit.
As he spoke of his man stick (well she would call it demon stick) rapin her, she could feel her insides seem to open up involuntarily. Almost as if her body was controlled by something else. And the birthmark burned hot all the while.

Then the tentacle between her legs almost felt good pressed against her loins. Her mind wanted to fight it away. But, her body seemed almost possed. She could not understand why her body was reacting the way it was. It was odd that she wondered if he was using some sort of magic. But, he did not seem to be.

And then her shirt was effortlessly ripped away. Her perfect round breasts flopped as the shirt was ripped. The cool air instantly made her nipples errect. She looked into his eyes still with defiance. He could take her if he wanted but she would not cower to him.

Then the unexpected happened as he looked to her chest. He seemed intrigued by what he saw and released grip from around her neck. She coughed from the near choking and said, "What are you talking about you tentacled freak?" She the realized he was looking at her chest. She said, "It's a birthmark. I was bron with it. My mother has always looked at it with fear but has always refused to tell me. She thinks it best not to tell me. And for some reason she made me promise to never let my Father see it. There! Now, I told you all I know about it. What of it?!"

She glared to him in an almost daring manner. She knew she was no match for him but she would not let him know she thought that. Even if he killed her, her last expression would be one of daring.

He grinned as this time Ayame's defiance let something slip.

"Ahhh...so you are not a priestess then. Or if you are, you are untrained. How unfortunate for you."

An almost feral growl escaped him as he watched her nipples harden swiftly once exposed into the night air. Without thinking, a single tentacle began to stroke itself through the valley of her ample breasts, caressing the strange rune almost lovingly as it basked in the feel of Ayame's flesh.

Several tentacles he had been holding back advanced now, a pair of them encircling Ayame's now unfettered chest, even as he continued to fondle her beneath her shorts. Another set of appendages sought out and adhered swiftly to the maiden's ankles. Without warning, the Sumizome Ryoushi jerked her forward once more, the thick rubbery cords tightening mercilessly, yanking her off her feet.

With a soft chuckle, he noted the defiance in her eyes, even as she hung suspended in the air helpless. His amusement was short lived however as he slowly began exerting his power into opening her pale thighs, hungering to pursue the powerful scent she exuded from her core. Despite her protests, and best efforts at resisting, her legs shot open as the demon's patience began to dwindle, instead bending his considerable will into pursuing the object of his desire. Tentacles yanked hard, with no semblance of gentleness, only savagery.

Dangling spread eagled before him, the Sumizome Ryoushi marveled for just a moment at the scrap of red cloth that still clung to Ayame, preventing further actions even as the tentacle that crawled in her shorts continued to stimulate her.

Holding her fast, he drew her nearer to him, inhaling the thick and heady scent of Ayame's arousal as he stepped easily betwee her thighs. A long, swollen looking purple tongue snaked out from between his thick lips, caressing the red cloth gently despite the squirming tentacle that writhed beneath its surface. Smiling with anticipation, taloned hands reached for the waistband of her shorts, prepared to shred them just as he had done with her shorts.

"I'm glad I decided to let you speak again, your moans will be a delicous thing to my ears."

With what was to him a gentle tug, the button popped off of her shorts. The fabric fell away easily enough to Ayame's ankles where they seemed to get caught on the tentacles that bound her. Growling in annoyance, he pushed the thought aside to pursue more pleasurable pursuits....

Ayame could not believe he said she was a priestess. How could she be? Both of her parents were human and neither was a Priest or Priestess. She then thought of how she had always noted that she looked nothing like her Father. She then thought of how her mother made her hide the birthmark from her Father. She bagan to wonder if he was really her Father.

She had heard of Priestesses in this land. But, they were always part demon. If this was true and she was a Priestess, was she part demon? Could that explain why her body was opening it's self up for the Sumizome Ryoushi? Could this be why she was not as afraid of him as she should be?

As much as she wanted to fight him, her body wanted him. Almost as if her body was made for this moment and was "waking" up for him. Was her destiny to have sex with this demon?

When her shorts fell away she said, "A pristess, Ryoushi? Me? That would mean I am part demon. That explains so much. Thank you. You have helped me. You will be my pet, Ryoushi. Take me. Yes, you want a piece of me? Come get it. I have heard about the power over Demons a Priestess has. I now know my real father was a Demon Priest. And I know once you have me, you will be a slave to your desires. You will need me for your very existence. So, go ahead, Ryoushi. Take my sex. My body has already opened up for you. Take me!"

With the knowledge of all this and the sense of power she had, it all made her very sexually excited. The heat that radiated from the birthmark spread through her whole body. Her own desires were intense. She glared at him with a sneer as her crotch became drenched in wetness.

He scowled down at her impertinance, despite her obviously dripping sex. The scent of her purity was nearly enough to drive him insane. What could he do?

A priestess. A priestess not yet in full control of her abilities perhaps. Yet, she spoke the truth when she talked of the power she would hold over him. His mind screamed for him to drop this girl and flee back to his lair, to not succumb to the trap she had unwittingly laid out for him.

And yet the very smell of her exposed pussy wafted to his nostrils again, causing him to salivate with longing. Just how much power would this untrained girl have? And even then, how long before she grew to know all of her abilities?

The Sumizome Ryoushi's cock twitched hungrily as his tentacles moved Ayame closer, her dripping pussy hoving less than an inch over his rigid erection. As the very tip of his cock brushed against her warm folds, his decision was made.

Reaching forward to grasp her hips, he brought her down hard against him, impaling her with one savage thrust that tore effortlessly through Ayame's maidenhead. The powerful tingling of warm blood could be felt around his cock, her spell over him already beginning. He grunted as he considered his options, not even pausing slightly from the slow rhythm he had begun.

Stroking himself slowly inside Ayame's tight cunt at first, the Sumizome Ryoushi found himself yearning for more with every thrust of his powerful body. Seeking new depths and sensations, his pace gradually increased to longer strokes and harder thrusts, his enormous cock burying itself relentlessly to the hilt time and time again inside the tiny Ayame.

Growling aloud, he smiled briefly. As a demon, he was not without powers as well. As old as he was, he had also learned a few tricks in his time. Sure, he would become this priestess pet, and if all went well he might even enjoy it too....but everything has its price. Now was the time to steal whatever advantage he could get, before it was too late.

Grunting softly as the pace continued to quicken, a slimy tentacle once more began to slide between Ayame's bountiful breasts, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her gentle swells rubbing against the sensitive skin.

"If I am to be your pet, then I'd best make the most of this fuck. There's no telling when you'll let me have a fresh girl to ravish quite like this."

While his words were coarse and ill mannered, they also rang true. As Ayame opened her mouth to no doubt shoot off another saying of superiority, she was abruptly silenced by the inquisitive thrusting of a tentacle slipping past her parted lips to the warm cavern beyond, the appendage swiftly matching the rest of his thrusts as he continued to seek his release.

Sweat beaded on his drab green skin, evidence of the effect she was having on him. More and more of his own self faded into the simple sensation that emanated from his enormous cock. Each spasm that rippled through her velvety tunnel continued its way into his body, a tremor that threatened to unseat him.

Another, stronger tremor rippled through his body, evidence of his mounting need. His tentacles picked her up roughly into the air, while his hands at her hips slammed Ayame mercilessly back down again, impaling her fully.

His teeth ground as his cock throbbed painfully inside her, twitching spasmodically at the enterance of Ayame's womb, the thick head pressed firmly against its opening. Not wasting any more time, he drew the slender maiden closer to him in an almost tender embrace.

Opening his mouth to reveal his fangs once more, Ayame never noticed the change in her partner until their needle sharp points sank into her neck, the viscous toxin that coated them injected directly into her veins.

Even as he gained this one small triumph, he pulled back from her, hardly noticing the thin stream of blood that ran down her slim throat as the silent glade was split in twain by an almost ear-shattering roar.

Ayame's pussy nearly glowed with heat for a moment as he came hard inside of her, painting her inner walls with a molten glow, his cock ravaging her over and over again with its thrusting as he instinctively sought to sow himself as deeply as possible.

And then it was over. All energy gone.....where had it gone? He sagged to the ground, tentacles losing their strength to support the violated Ayame, letting her drop heavily to the ground as they retracted back towards his body.....

Awakening

When he first entered her, the pain was immense. She screamed out into the night in pain. Her body trembled and tears fell from her eyes. But, as he continued her body was quick to accept him. Her pussy and cervix opened up as if to encourage him to keep going and to go deeper. To her surprise just before he orgasmed she was beginning to like it.

When he released his seed into her she could feel it. It felt like a rush of water that filled her womb. Even when he pulled from her, he womb felt full with his seed. But, when he dropped her hard to the ground, his seed rushed from her. The flowing seed left a puddle under Ayame. She just laid on her side with dazed eyes as she looked over ot the beast that had just violated her.

Then, something unusual happened. Her skin began to glow white. This looked like an aura that was visible. This white aura radiated from her and began to grow in it's brightness. Then, as if some unseen force was there, her limp body was elevated into the air. She was positioned on her back with her head and limbs sagging down. She looked as though something was holding her in the air under her back. As she was positioned in the air like this, Ryoushi's seed still dripped from her pussy.

A pain began to wrack her body. Her fists clenched and her eyes flung wide open with terror from the pain she felt through out her body. She screamed as if she was being pulled apart. The glow increased to a blinding light and seemed to explode all around her as she reached the heigths of the incredible pain. Her mind struggled to retain conciousness and then it was over. The pain began to pass and the light began to dim. She was lowered to the ground to her feet. She leaned against a tree for support and gasped for air.

As her head hung down she stood there trying to recover from the pain. Once she was mostly recovered she looked over to Ryoushi and said in an almost evil tone, "You have awaken the Priestess in me, Ryoushi. Who ever my Father was, he was a strong Demon. His Demon blood almost killed me just now as it was awakened." She then chuckled, "Ryoushi, you will sire an army of Demon Slaying Priestesses and Priests through me. Your own offspring will slay your kind. And when there are none left to slay, they will come for you."

Ayame laughed more hearty, "It appears you chose the wrong maiden to rape. You have condemned yourself as a result." Ayame walked over to the demon laid out onto the ground. She sat next to him and leaned over to grab his cock in her hand. She began to stroke it, "As a Priestess, I know it is instinct for me to milk your seed into my womb. I find myself desiring you now. But, I can see that sex with me costs yourself much energy. I have to be careful not to suck all of your life force away. I will need you to sire my army."

She then took her hand away from his obscene cock. And looked to his fanged face, "If you go too long without sex with me, your life force is drained as well. It seems you can not win. Have sex with me and be drained only a bit each time. You will be able to recover from each time. But, kill me or never have sex with me again and you will be committing suicide."

She then stood next to him. She had no shirt (he had destroyed hers) but stillhad her red shorts that he had merely only pulled down. She said, "I must return to my home to gather some things. I know I can no longer live among my people. So, I will be back, Ryoushi. I must know of my Demon father. So, there are questions I will ask of my mother. I will be back by tommorow evening. It is then that you will tell me your real name. And you will take me to the maidens you are now holding. I advise you to rest because you will be fucking me again tommorow night." Ayame laughed, "You know, now I understand why there was no interest in the men of my village. I am part Demon. Only another Demon could satisfy me."

Ayame seemed to have found her fist non-sexual magic as a Pristess, elevation. She elevated above the fog in the forest to see her way home. She floated in the night sky until she hovered over her own home. No one seemed to be awake and everything seemed as she had left it. She lowered herself next to her own window and crawled in. She quietly fround another shirt to put on her bare breasts. She then began to quietly pack away changes of clothes, hairbrush and her heavy coat. She then snuck into the linen closet in the hall. She removed two towels and two wash cloths. Ayame packed these items into the bag next. She then tiptoed to the bathing area and removed a hand full of soaps and some shampoo. She carried all of these items to her bag and dropped them in. She then quickly hid the bag away into her closet.

Ayame was exhausted from everything that happened and laid into her bed for what she knew was the last time. She sighed and began to sob. She would miss her family but knee she could not stay. The villagers would be fearful if they knew what she was. It would be bad enough to be part demon. But, to be a Priestess as well would terrify them. They would most likely kill her family and try to kill her. No one could know of her secret except her mother.

As she laid in the bed she felt more of Ryoushi's seed leak from her. It appeared they would be enslaved to each other sexually. She began to masturabate and fell asleep soon after she had orgasmed. In the morning she would speak with her mother about it all. She knew he mother knew what she was and who her real Father was. And she knew that her mother would understand why she had to leave.

The Sumizome Ryoushi nodded blankly to her commands, smiling a sly smile only when she had gradually begun to float away from him. He was old, and she was correct in assuming that perhaps one day one of his own offspring would end his existance. The thought of firm, female priestesses coming to his door to try and end his existance began to resurrect his waning cock.

He was old for a demon, and with his old age had come a few tricks of his own. He still had his own agenda to attend to after all. This new mistress of his just might become a welcoming diversion to the tedium of his days. Already the thought of filling her belly with life excited him, causing his turgid member to swell even harder despite his temporary weakness. He was bound to Ayame now, a fact that he could not deny. He wondered if the priestess was aware of her own binding.

Slowly he began to drag himself back to his lair to rest. A firm bodied woman met him with a pained smile as he stumbled through the doorway of the hidden temple, the talismans on the door glowing briefly as he passed.

"Master, are you injured?"

Ryoushi turned to examine the woman, his lust for her long since expired with the temporary diminishing of her vitality. Once a slayer, Mira had attempted to take his life, her spear had once been the best in all the land. No man or woman dared combat her on her terms, now her calloused hands ran the length of her swollen belly, her sandy blond hair framing her worried brown eyes, her own skin pale and clammy.

She would die soon, he knew. As his offspring clawed its way through her fertile skin to freedom her screams would fill the temple he now resided in. Yet Mira showed nothing but love and concern for her Master in his moment of distress.

"No. I am weary, Mira. Leave me."

Nodding obediently, the slayer turned slave turned back to the enterance, keeping watch for any threat that might approach.

Attended by a half dozen similar maidens, all in varying states of undress, the Sumizome Ryoushi fell into a deep slumber.

Ayame's Bloodline Revealed

The next morning Ayame could not keep the demon from her mind. All thoughts seemed to turn to him in some way. But, after breakfast she went out berry picking with her mother. It is then that she decided to speak with her Mother since they were alone.

She popped a berry into her mouth and looked to her mother who was bent over plucking berries. She noticed probably for the first time how beautiful her mother was. She could almost imagine how perfect she must have looked in her youth. Ayame cleared her throat, "Mother, come sit with me. I wish to speak with you about something."

Ayame took a few steps to sit on a log. She then patted a spot next to her. Her mother had an expression of concern as she approached. She sat her basket onto the ground next to her and looked to her daughter, "Ayame, what is it?" Ayame rested a hand on her mother's knee and looked into her tired eyes, "Mother, I know what I am. I know that I am half demon." Her mother looked terrified, "Wh-wh.... How? How do you know this?!"

As her mother's eyes teared she said, "Mother, I will tell you. I promise. But, first I must know of my real Father. I must know how he came to be my Father." Her mother cried into her hands and shook as she said, "I am so sorry, Ayame.... I had the chance and kept you alive. I have condemned you...." Ayame moved closer to her mother and wrapped an arm around her, "Mother, what are you talking about?" Her mother looked up to her and said, "Yes, your real Father is a Demon. You see, I was young and naive. I met this handsome young man that took my breath away. When I was around him I was weak. He was able to easily bend my will. I found out later it was because he was a Demon. He tricked me one day. He said that if I would give him my virginity he would care for me for eternity. He said I would want for nothing. So, I gave myself to him. And I became pregnant."

Her mother sighed and wiped away tears, "When you were born he came for you. He said he would take you away and kill you. I begged him not to. That is when he made a deal with me. He said that I could keep you but you would be destined to become a Priestess Demon Slayer. Not just a slayer, but a Priestess." Her mother then stood up and paced a few steps back and forth as she spoke, "When I asked why he would willfully allow a Priestess Demon Slayer to be born and survive he said because he was old. He wanted to die by the hands of his own offspring. That is when he revealed something else to me."

Ayame looked shocked, "What else cold there be?" Her mother sat back down and took her daughter's hand into her own, "Ayame, he was an overlord from the underworld. He is one of the most powerful Demons in existence. Perhaps only the Devil himself is more powerful. And he then showed me his true form. Ayame, I have nightmares about his true form. I wish not to tell you of it and I hope you will never see it." Another tear fell from her cheek, "When you were born the birthmark looked like nothing more than a small smudge. But, he ripped away the blankets I held you in and pressed one finger against the birthmark, the mark changed to the shape you know. His words were: One of us will die the night we battle. The battle will be under a crescent moon. She has the blood of a Demon Overlord. If you wish for her to be the victor, she must hone her Priestess skills. Only the Devil himself may destroy me. Perhaps in time she will be able to. He then asked of your name. When I told him Ayame he said: Ah, so death will come for one of us at the hands of the other, under a crescent moon in a field of Iris.”

Ayame looked to her Mother with surprise, “He is still alive? He wants his own daughter to kill him?” He mother sighed heavily, “Yes, Ayame.” Ayame looked annoyed as she asked, “And you never told me? If I faced him right now he will surely kill me. I don’t know any Priestesses to learn from either, Mother! And Father, the only Father I have known…. He does not know what I am, does he? How did you get him to marry you with a child in tow?” Her mother sighed again, “Yes, he is still alive. And unless someone as powerful as the devil can kill him, he will wait for you until you are ready. His name is Munashii (VOID). As for a Priestess, I know of one. She lives on the other side of the forest in the swamps. She is old but is very powerful. I only hope she is still alive. Her name is Kishi (Knight). As for your Father that raised you, no…. He does not know what you are. No one does. A Priestess attracts Demons. And they are usually part Demon themselves. If the people knew, they would be terrified of you and kill you. Your Father would have definitely not have taken me in and married me. I told him that I was raped. He believed me, took pity on me, fell in love with me and then married me. He always cared for you as his own. And he always will.”

Ayame now shut her eyes tight as she tried to allow everything to sink in. He mother touched her arm and she opened her eyes. Her mother looked to her with much worry in her eyes as she asked, “How do you know? Only a Demon can awaken the Priestess within, Ayame. So, how do you know?” Ayame looked to her mother with sorrow, “Mother, a Demon did awaken me last night. It is the Sumizome Ryoushi. I went into the Forest last night. I must return there, Mother.” Her mother stood up in shock and horror and shouted, “Noooooo! No! I told you to not go in there, you fool! Why?! Why?!” She then collapsed onto her knees and cried into her hands. Ayame kneeled down to her, “Mother, as you know, this is my destiny. This would have happened at some point.” Her mother looked up to her as tears fell down from her eyes, “Yes, Ayame…. You can not stay in the village any longer. My poor, sweet, brave child…. My heart is broken in a million pieces. I shall miss you.”

Ayame helped her mother up to sit back on the log. Ayame said, “Mother, you said you had the chance but kept me alive. What did you mean by this?” Her mother cupped Ayame’s jaw into her hand, “Child, I was going to kill you. I thought that the future laid ahead of you was too horrible and cursed. I thought I would be saving you a life time of pain. But, every time I looked into your eyes, I loved you more. I was selfish and could not kill you.” Ayame grabbed her mother into her arms and said, “I love you too. I will come to visit you. I can levitate and float in the air already. I can still visit.”

Ayame’s mother stood and said, “No…. The people must think you are dead. If they know what you are, my household will be in danger. I will tell the people a demon grabbed you while we were picking berries and dragged you away. When I can, I will sneak away and bring a bag of things for you to this spot. That will be the last time that we can see one another.” Ayame sighed, “There is a bag in my closet. Just bring it.”

Ayame then looked down and began to softly cry. Her mother sat next to her and draped an arm around her, “Daughter, although the people fear Priestesses, your call is honorable. Only your kind can slay most Demons. You are a protector now. And a Demon slayer. Even as a child I knew you had the courage and curious nature to fulfill your destiny. Every so often I will gather a basket of Iris and sit it here for you. You will see the basket and know that I still think of you. And in return you will take the flowers but leave the basket. I will know you still think of me too.” Ayame grabbed her mother into a hug and when the hug was broken her mother handed her a small sack of coins. She said, “You will need some money to buy a Priestess Robe from Kishi. You are now a woman and a defender against the darkness. I love you. I will pray for you every night.”

Ayame then stood, “Well, I believe it is time for me to go now. I must leave now, Mother.” They hugged one last time and her mother kissed her cheek. With a smile she asked, “Has any of your magic awakened yet?” Ayame levitate a few feet from the ground. Her mother nodded, “So soon…. His Blood runs thick through your veins. Only the Devils’ offspring will match your might when you have fully awakened all of your powers. I almost feel sorry for those Demons!” They shared a light hearted chuckle and Ayame levitated back to the ground. She then turned and walked to the forest with tears dripping from her eyes.

She turned to look at her mother who was on her knees crying with her face in her hands. Ayame turned and ran into the forest. Her emotions were almost over whelming. When she was deep in the forest she called for her demon. She shrieked his name and fell to the ground on her knees with tears….

He had spent much of the day recovering from the trap that in the end he had allowed himself to fall into. The bodies of several pleasure slaves cuddling complacently next to his hardened body.

Even as he began to enjoy the surroundings he was in once more, his eyes shot wide open, his very being receptive to Ayame's call. Scowling, slaves scattered before him as he arose to sit amongst the beds many velvet pillows.

Should I go to her? Perhaps I'd best be rid of that troublesome Priestess.....but then my life would end as well.....as miserable of an end as a demon can imagine. I'm not ready to die like that?.....not yet.....

The more he thought of his own future and the plans that it carried, the more worried he became. What if his mistress was in real trouble? What if she had been slain? What would become of the Sumizome Ryoushi?

Not even noticing it, the runed doors of his temple burst open, startling Mari even as she turned to discern the commotion. His muscular legs rippled smoothly as his muscular body and all the tentacles that come with it, plunged deep into the surrounding wood......

Minutes later, he paused at the edge of the clearing, not really knowing how to react. Ayame trembled on her hands and knees, weeping openly. As silent as a shadow, the demon stalked forward, not a twig snapping at his approach.

"You called, Priestess?"

Ayame Questions the Sumizome Ryoushi

Ayame was on her knees in tears with a broken heart. She was full of sadness and anger. She beleived in destiny but found destiny was being very cruel to her. Sure, Demon Slayers were needed. Just like there is light to darkness, Ying to Yang, evil to good, right to wrong.... There had to be a balance. For Demons, her kind was the balance. But, why did she have to be chosen? Was this a random act of destiny or was there some pre-determined reason that she was chosen?

She looked up when the Sumizome Ryoushi appeared. With a tear stained face she said, "I have come to live my new life, Ryoushi. I know the truth to it all now. My Demon Father is still alive. He is an overlord from the Underworld named Munashii. He actually chose to allow me to live so that I can come to kill him. He is old and wants to die. But, only at the hands of his own daughter. One of us will kill the other."

She stood up and was in need of comfort. But, she knew the Sumizome Ryoushi would offer no pysical comfort. She wanted someone to hold her close and let her cry on their shoulder. But, there was no one. She knew this must just be how life is for her kind. She walked closer to the Sumizome Ryoushi and asked, "Do you know of my Father?"

Ryoushi frowned at the mention of Munashii. The demon lord was well known amongst his kind, and not even the Sumizome Ryoushi....the Dark Hunter....was THAT old.

He chose his words carefully, but he was still too stunned at Ayame's revelation to fully conceal the respect and awe that crept into his voice when he spoke of the ancient demon.....awe....and fear.

"Munashii has existed for tens of thousands of years, has found the doors to several worlds that I myself have not even fathomed yet, and has amused himself by raping as many as he can. In his old age, sex no longer amuses him unless it means a slow, lingering death for his partner while the act is being committed. I have heard that his descendants are countless, far more than any Priest or Priestess could ever hope to defeat. He is not the mightiest of my kind, Ayame....but he is very close to the top of that list."

Seeing a puzzled and almost curious look upon her face, he could almost guess the question as it formed across her mind. Silently he shook his head.

"I am not descended of Munashii, perhaps that is how you managed to bind me so easily. Don't bother to ask about my parentage, it is a riddle I have yet to solve, if I even find a day where I care to attempt its solution."

"I too have lived a very long time, Priestess. But the span of my life is but a blink of an eye to Munashii. You play a very dangerous game if you plan to attack him. I hope you have some way of training yourself for this day. I do not wish to offend, but you are nowhere near powerful enough to defeat him as you are. If you were, you would not have fallen into my own trap so easily."

He eyed her tear streaked face, her trembling shoulders, and how maybe now she felt what he had felt for two thousand years. The feeling of being alone...nobody to control you....but nobody to help you as well.

Well...unlike me....at least nobody is trying to kill her.....yet.

A pair of tentacles slithered forward, looping under his priestess' arms and helping her gently to her feet. His face set in stone, he regarded her for a moment before turning to slowly walk away.

"Come. You wanted to meet my slaves. You are in need of rest as well. There is more time for talk later, for now let us return to my safe place."

Binded For Life

For the first time in Ayame's life she felt fear. She was not even afraid of this Demon who had taken her. But, the thought of facing her Demon Father terrified her. He seemed too powerful to even fathom. As for training her only hope seemed to lay in the hands of the Priestess her mother spoke of who lived in the swamps.

Ayame was surprised when Ryoushi lifted her gently to her feet. She saw a hint of kindness that she did not expect. She knew it was a minor thing to happen. But, she could not help but ponder on it. Perhaps he just felt some respect because of who her Father was. Or could she eventually have some effect on the heart of the fear inspiring Sumizome Ryoushi?

She shrugged these thoughts off as he mentioned his slaves. She shuddered at the thought of him having slaves. She could only imagine the torture he must put them through daily. She expected to see almost dead looking women. Ayame wanted to set these women free when she did meet them. But, she knew that they would be unable to return to society.

Ayame thought to herself the choices for these unfortunate women. 1. Stay just as they are. 2. Be free but possibly be unable to return to society. 3. Be put out of their miserable existences by death. 4. Become her disciples so that they may serve a purpose be relieved of slave hood and not have to return to society. Out of all these choices Ayame knew that he would only want choice number one. She herself chose choice number four. How could she convince him? Perhaps that sex with her zapped his energy so much that he would not have need of sex slaves any longer.

As she followed him she said, "I think I was supposed to fall for your trap. Only a Demon can awaken the powers of a Priestess. You were that Demon. Had I not of fallen for your trap, I would not be as I am now. As for training, there is a Priestess in the swamps that my mother has told me to seek training from. I believe her name is Kishi. I will need to find her. Remember, if I die, so will you. And I know that if you die, so will I. It is in both our interests to fully awaken the Priestess powers within me."

He blinked twice.....

"Kishi....."

Abruptly he spun on his heels, slowly walking away, his handsome brow furrowed in deep thought.

"Priestess, you have had a hard night. Though you've told me nothing of your return to your village other than....a name of someone you must seek out, it would seem that you have had little sleep. Your heart must be heavy indeed to have allowed me to find you in such a state."

He paused slightly, making sure she followed him. If she did not have the strength, he would have to carry her. The thought did not displease him over much as his mind was now truly on other matters.

"I will take you to my home, Priestess. There you will rest and regain yourself. If this is the path you wish to walk, I will take you to Kishi in the morning."

Again he frowned, an almost sad look on his face. Shaking it off to once more face the matters at hand, he turned back to Ayame.

"My slaves will make sure that you are well cared for. I trust you'll take this opportunity to rest?"

Ayame sighed. She said, "My mother will have the people of my village beleive I am dead. It seems that having a Pristess around scares people. They are afraid of the demons that may follow and the fact that most Priests and Priestesses are part demon themselves. I did not choose this life, Ryoushi." Ayame then seemed to be getting angry, "You chose it for me by raping me! Had you of left me alone, this wouldn't all be happening! Now my life is at your mercy, a demon! I have to make sure the tentacled freak that raped me stays alive! I hate this new life! And I hate you! And I hate my Father! I wish I was never born!"

In frustration Ayame kicked a stone down the path. The stone came very near to hitting Ryoushi. Though it was not intentional she found herself wishing the stone had of hit him. She couldn't belive how cruel Destony could be. She liked none of it. But, she had no choice. She followed him to his lair. But, when he spoke of slaces she found herself grimacing.

She exhaled because she knew at this point all she was doing was venting. Her words could not hurt a demon with no heart, no matter how sharp she tried to make her words. She said, "Rest, yes, I wish to rest." She found her body aching and her pussy wet. Her body wanted sex again but her mind did not. The bind between her and the Sumizome Ryoushi was strong. So strong that it affected her instincts. Her instincts were now influenced heavily by sexual need. Ayame thought that her body probably ached because it wanted sex with the vile demon. Her womb seemed to demand his seed against her will. She hated the thought of giving birth to his offspring. But, she knew it was inevitable.

The Sumizome Ryoushi shook his head sadly as he watched Ayame's tirade. Eventually, the priestess tired out and consented to follow him.

The trees grew thicker around them, his tentacles weaving with a practiced ease to move vines and other vegetation from their path as the pressed ever onward towards his temple.

Passing the gates, Ryoushi stopped at the talisman covered doorway, waiting expectantly.

Slowly the doors swung open before him, Mari's breath coming in short gasps as she continued to force the heavy doors open. As soon as a crack could be made in the solid wood, Ryoushi's tentacles spewed forth to aid her, several gently pushing the former slayer's hands away.

"Enough, you have done well, Mari. Find one of your sisters and inform her that the defense of my gates is now in her hands."

Her pale face nearly ashen, Mari nodded her assent once. Turning, she disappeared swiftly down the corridor, losing herself quickly in the maze of passages.

"Welcome to my pocket plane, priestess. Welcome to my home."

Two nude maidens stepped from the shadows, quietly inspecting the new arrival with a slightly puzzled look on their faces. As one they turned to look askance at their master.

Yuki, Kia, this is Ayame. See to it that the Priestess has a warm bed and food to eat, as well as a bath if she so desires. She is a guest, and as such will recieve the best treatment we can offer."

Nodding as one, the two dark haired girls each reached forward to grasp one of Ayame's hands. Tugging insistantly, the Priestess found herself steadily being drawn deeper into Ryoushi's temple.

Ayame watched in amazement as the Sumizome Ryoushi activated the doors to his lair via a talisman on the wall. Never had she seen such a thing. And then when the door opened she saw a female that appeared to be with child. The poor woman did not work well. If this child was his and she was not a Priestess, she would surely die at child birth. Ayame knew the child would tear through the womans abdoman. But, Mari did not appear to be a Priestess at all.

Ayame then met two nude slaves named Yuki and Kia. She could not believe how they were expected to stay nude. Ayame could see that they were awarded no privacy or respect. She shuddered when he asked the two women to tend to her. She wanted to free them that very moment but could not.

Yuki and Kia led her to a room with a simple bed in it. The bed frame was wrought iron and the matresses were stuffed with downy feathers. The hand woven blankets atop the bed were simple but seemed well preserved, as if never having been used. There was also a claw foot bat tub in the room. Kia asked her, "Would you like a bath Mistress?" Ayame nodded her head no and said, "I would just like some rest and then food when I awake."

Yuki then came to Ayame and smiled, "I will fetch a night gown for you. Kia will help you undress." She then turned and left the room. When Kia began to pull at Ayame's clothing she said, "NO! I can undress myself. Shorts and a short shirt are not difficult to remove. I do not want your services as a slave." Kia seemed saddened. Ayame seemed to feel bad about having saddened the pretty maiden. She put a hand on her bare shoulder and looked into her eyes, "I am sorry. I know he captured you and has forced you to be his slave. Being a slave is all you know now. You have learned to willingly do nothing more than please your master. In pleasing me, you feel you please your master. But, I am no slave master. I do not support slavery of any kind. In fact, I aim to have you freed." Ayame dropped her hand and sat down on the bed.

Kia seemed terrified and Yuki entered the room. Yuiki asked Kia what was wrong. Kia answered, "She wants to free us." Yuki then looked frightened. The two maiden went Ayame. They sat on their knees and looked up to Ayame with pleading eyes. The message was clear that they both said. They both let her know that they did not want to be freed. They had nothing to return to after having been with him for so long. This was their life now.

Ayame knew within her heart that they would think this way. And worse yet, she knew they were right. When the time was right she would make them her disciples. Surely the Sumizome Ryoushi would have no sexual need for them anymore. She assured the two women that she would not free them back into society.

After their discussion Ayame asked them to leave the room. As they were leaving she told Yuki to tell the Sumizome Ryoushi that she need him to pay her a visit. The need for sex with him was causing her body too much discomfort. She would not be able to sleep without answering the new instinct within herself. She then undressed and put on the sheer night gown. She laid back onto the bed and waited for him....

(OOC: Many apologies for the late posting. Trying to fight through a 60 hour work week this week, and have tried hard to make time when possible.

Sumizome Ryoushi

It did not take Yuki long to find him.

The dark haired maiden found her tentacled master roaming agitated throughout the shadowed hallways and corridors of his temple. Slipping slowly nearer to him, always keeping silent so as not to startle him, she sidled closer.

"What is it you want, Yuki?"

Without turning around, he had sensed her presence. Yuki froze instantly, bowing respectfully to the green skinned demon.

"Ayame requests your presence in the chamber we have prepared for her, Master. She has been bathed and her bed is dressed with clean linens."

Turning slowly, Yuki's eyes were met by the demon's own glowing yellow orbs. Meeting their gaze for but a moment, Yuki bowed her head in obvious submission.

"She says she intends to free us."

Ryoushi's lips quivered upward in a smile as he continued to turn to face her. He found no small amusement in this, even though he knew it was bound to happen.

"And if I said you were free to go?"

Yuki's face immediately drew into a startled frown, her dark hair flying violently about her face as she shook her head.

"No Master, where could I go that I would be accepted once more? Where could I go that I could escape the longing for your touch?"

The fact that he once again sported his usual erection was not lost on her. Yuki's voice dropped to a huskier level as she slowly approached to lay a tremerous hand on his enormous cock, teasing fingers stroking softly.

"The preistess awaits you, Master."

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Minutes after her summons, the Sumizome Ryoushi answered her call, a commanding yet polite knock upon the chamber doors before swinging it wide open and entering.

"You summoned me priestess?"

While normally his mood would have been teasing, his tone was kept unusually solemn. It was no little matter that had kept him walking the halls of this place. He only hoped that she had an answer to his problems...and that some deal could be made.

Meeting Ayame's gaze for the first time, the very scent of her confirmed why she had sent for him. Indeed, he had begun to feel the same stirrings in his loins a while ago, but had done his best to ignore them beneath the weight of other matters. Matters that now, unfortunately, had to be addressed.

"I know you care little for my problems, priestess. Just as I confess to caring little about yours. However, I must request a favor."

He winced slightly at the speculative look on her face, could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out what he wanted.

"I have a servant who is ill. The same one that you met when you first came here. Without the aid of a priestess, she will die. Despite my repeated ravishings and debaucheries, I have never wanted to take lives. Such is it for the carriers of my offspring. Not all demons inflict such torment upon their servants, your birth obviously did not end in your mother's death. Such is the curse of my servants though, unless there is a priestess available during the birthing."

God, she looked sexy. He nearly lost his train of thought as the desire to ravish her again and fill her with his seed nearly overwhelmed him, despite the fact that he knew that this time his seed would do more than just bind her to him.

"You ask me to fight Munashii.....a demon much more powerful than I....and forgive me for saying, priestess....will probably end in the death of us both. You have my aid. All I ask of you, is that you tend to Mari. It has been a long time since the cool hand of a priestess has ended the screams that sometimes fill this place."