Dances With Demons ((A Taimanin Story by LitShark & Curious_Muse))

[LitShark]

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Demon City Tokyo – Nomad Inc. Offshore HQ, 2072, 1 AM

On the three-hundredth floor, everything looked small and within reach. In the all-glass atrium of Edwin Black’s executive board room, one could nearly see Los Angeles and Beijing from the same spot. The world seemed to be so small that Edwin thought he might be able to spread his arms out wide and crush the earth against his chest if he wished—but that was just a trick of the view.

Kiryuu was presenting his latest findings, but Edwin was not impressed. His fingers were tented and crossed over his mouth as he leaned forward at the smart-surface conference table. The chemistry of Kiryuu’s latest development was floating across the interactive surface, but it meant nothing to Edwin. Chemistry was what he paid Kiryuu for, he certainly didn’t like the man, nor did he feel any obligation to understand his work.

“Enough!” Edwin said at last, interrupting the presentation, “you’re nearly a decade behind on this project and fifty million over budget. You’d better have something to show me.”

“Oh—yes, of course. As you wish, Black Sama,” Kiryuu adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger while extracting a vial of radiant crimson elixir, “I give you, Compound-666.”

The vial made a gentle clink sound as he placed the glass on the surface of the table. Edwin tapped a few hot keys on his area of the surface table and the vial was circled by the highly advanced device. It immediately began analyzing the chemical makeup while Kiryuu continued his presentation.

“The world’s first weapon’s grade aphrodisiac. A full dose is potent enough to cause death in weaker subjects. Even highly advances species like orcs and demons can scarcely contain themselves. Climax can be reached through the movement of clothes over sensitive areas. Even the notorious Taimanin will be helpless to resist this drug.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Edwin interjected.

“Yes, but this time I had access to better testing materials.”

“Ah, yes. The other project I gave you. I trust it was successful.”

“It was indeed,” Kiryuu boasted, adjusting his glasses again, “not only were we able to return life to the fallen traitor Taimanin, Oboro—we were able to replicate thousands of clones with all of the combat effectiveness of the original, but none of the willpower. Codenamed the Oboro Ninja Troops (ONT), they will obey without question. All under the command of the prime replica—Oboro herself returned to life.”

The elevator doors hissed and slid open. Oboro strode confidently into the board room, her heels clicking on the book-matched marble floor.

“Armed with Compound-666, Oboro will exact her revenge on Asagi and make her a prisoner. With Asagi as a test subject, we’ll be able to further synthesize Taimanin specific countermeasures.”

“And what of the one who caused the delay in your progression? The young assassin girl who murdered your head of development.”

“Though she was unaffiliated at the time she carried out the hit, Shizuka Nakamora has joined with the Taimanin and is currently undergoing training.”

“So in other words, you lost her,” Ingrid, Edwin’s personal bodyguard interjected.

Kiryuu adjusted his glasses.

“She is currently under protection, yes. But once we kick the hive of the Taimanin, we’ll have plenty of opportunity to coax out whoever we want.”

“As long as I get to have my revenge on Asagi I’ll take down whoever you wish, Black Sama.”

Edwin nodded solemnly.

“Very well. This is satisfactory for now. I will expect your next report of success to include some type of financial renumeration to reassure me that this was a good investment.”

“As you wish, Black Sama.”

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Mainland Japan – Taimanin Supernatural Enforcement International Dojo, 8 AM

Sawaki Kousuke was pacing outside of the top-secret training facility where he was planning on meeting his long-time girlfriend, Asagi Igawa. It was an unlikely pairing, for certain, as Sawaki was about as different from his demon slaying girlfriend as someone could be. For his part, he was mild mannered and nervous in many people’s assessment. He was smart in business, the fated heir to a global enterprise.

He's talking to himself as he paces.

“Asagi… I know I’m not the type of guy who—no, don’t deprecate. Asagi, I love you so so much… I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I don’t deserve you—no, leave that part out.” Sawaki shook his head, “I love you more than anything, Asagi. Will you marry me?”

He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, walking inside. If he could be brave, just this once, he could be happy for the rest of his life. This was his moment. Today was the day he was going to defeat his demons.

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Taimanin Training Dojo – 10 AM

“Hah!” Sakura shouted along with the rest of the apprentices, next to her new friend and recent inductee into the order Shizuka, “kiyaa!”

As focused as she was on her breathing and technique, Sakura looked almost sloppy in comparison to the new arrival.

“Go easy, Shi Chan. You make the rest of us look bad,” Sakura chuckled, giving a playful nudge to her fast friend between combinations.

All of the initiates were wearing their mesh body stockings under nondescript, grey Gis.

“That’s enough for today. I’ll see you all again for evening instructions. Dismissed,” the elderly sensei dismissed the class.

“You really are something, Shi Chan. I’m a legacy, and you’re surpassing me already! You’ve got great potential!” Sakura was constantly full of enthusiasm and joy. She smiled brightly at her newfound friend, “come on. My sister’s boyfriend is coming today. Let’s go pester them.”

Sakura giggled mischeviously.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“You flatter me.” Shizuka shrugged and slid her feet slide into the slippers. Her shoulders were aching, and the hit she had taken across her upper thigh was sending dull waves of pain through her body. That would probably become an ugly bruise.

“Sure…there’s something I need to discuss with your sister, anyway.” It wasn't easy to push past the pink, fluffy wall of constant joy that Sakura seemed to be surrounded by at all times, even after getting her ass kicked for two full hours. But maybe, if her boyfriend was there, Asagi would be more willing to listen.

This morning she had finally received the letter she had been waiting for. She had gotten into the PhD program in Paris. Fully funded, four years with an option to stay on for another project afterward. It was an amazing chance, and it would take her away from the violence. The endless fights. The constant danger. And maybe she would finally get over him.

But would they let her go? She sighed, looking at the beam of sunlight that cut across the polished wooden floor, the dance of the small dust particles in it. A few months ago, this had been what she wanted. Until that asshole had screwed her over.

She pulled off her hairband and shook out her hair. “Rumor has it that he wants to take it to the next level.” She tried to match Sakura’s light mood. “So yeah, let’s go. He might need the back-up.”

 

[LitShark]

4 Months Ago:

The dimly lit bedroom echoed with the flesh-pounding sound of rough sex and squeals from the young girl who was struggling to endure Real’s rough pounding. Pleasure and pain, blended together into a single sensation of complete submission as he pounded her with all his might. Shizuka wasn’t like the Slave Whores that Real broke and brokered in on a day-to-day basis—she was his by choice.

Her petite, nubile body was his instrument of pleasure and pain. He could use her to kill and use her for his own gratification as he pleased.

Truthfully, she had been sold to him, bartered like a marker by her gambling addicted father—but Real had allowed her to come to him of her own volition. Somehow, it made everything better.

Real strummed her clit with his large, calloused fingers as he continued pounding her tight pussy. Her sweat and his mixing together as they dripped down into the silken bedsheets and mattress. While one hand worked her clit, his other hand sank fingers into her mouth, pinching and squeezing her tongue, forcing it to hang out as she was fucked.

“I love you,” Real sighed, adjusting his hips to reach her deeper, “only I can ever bring you pleasure. No one will want you but me. You and I are bound together.”

Real had spent years reinforcing the idea that he loved her, telling her that no one could love her but him, making her dependent on everything. He fed her, he clothed her, he allowed her to share his bed. Perhaps some part of him actually did love her. The pride he felt when he watched her kill… the closeness he felt when she slept on his wide chest… was that love?

Perhaps it was.


Present:


Real was snatched away from reminiscing about “the one that got away,” by his current project’s teeth once more grazing his cock.

“Idiot!” Real seethed, standing suddenly and using his huge cock to slap the incompetent cocksucker in the face.

The would-be slave whore fell back, cradling the side of her face and looking terrified. Real raised his hand back and slapped her thigh, leaving a red handprint behind.

“You don’t deserve to suck my cock if you can’t do it properly. You won’t be eating tonight! Furthermore, I’ll be assigning you to wall duty until this time tomorrow.”

“No! Master, please! I can—”

The slave whore was cut off by another hard slap from his thick cock.

“Worthless!” Real pressed an intercom on the wall, “come get her. She’s not ready for cock-sucking yet. Put her in the wall until tomorrow.”

Moments later, a pair of towering orcs came in and picked up the exhausted girl by her upper arms, dragging her out of the training dungeon without regard for her pleas. Real just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, shrugging into a red, silk robe. Was this his fault that this new slave whore was progressing so slowly? Was he losing his touch? There was no denying that he was distracted.

The great breaker of women, Real, slavemaster and owner of Under Eden brothel, missed his ex. It was shameful for him to even admit inwardly, but it was increasingly hard to deny.

Real went back to the wall-mounted speaker. He pressed the button again.

“Tell Oboro she can have whatever she needs. I’ve decided to endorse her… plan.”



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Kousuke’s face lit up as he saw Asagi, the girlfriend he could scarcely believe was his. She was in her street clothes, tight jeans that could scarcely contain her muscular thighs and round ass as she moved and an oversized sweater that shrugged off of one shoulder and sinched in at her narrow waist—but still barely contained her massive breasts that she was blessed with. Despite himself, Kou was already getting hard at the sight of her.

“Asagi,” Kou sighed.

“Kou Chan!” Asagi echoed, before rushing over to hug him.

She was taller than him, in addition to being more muscular and… gifted—so when they hugged, his face was buried into the soft, pillowy embrace of her massive breasts. He lost himself in the bliss of being there, like the middle of a warm cloud. It didn’t do much to help him disguise his hard-on.

“Asagi!” Kou repeated himself, pulling back from the hug.

He took several gulping breaths. All the practice had gone out the window. He was panicking. What was he supposed to say?

“Asagi!” No, that wasn’t it… shit. He was blowing this. He had to do something… “Asagi!”

Realizing that words were failing him, Kou just dropped down to one knee, closing his eyes tightly to try and stave off tears. He held up the ring box like a shield, turning his face away as he opened the box. His closed eyes were not succeeding in stopping the tears from running down his face. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Was this what a panic attack was?

“Asagi!” Kou cried out her name again, it seemed he wasn’t able to do anything else as nervous as he was. He hoped that the gesture would be enough to communicate what he was trying to say—trying to ask her.



“Good Lord. What a pathetic little speck of filth. I’m surprised at you Asagi—I would have thought that your type was more big and forceful—not stammering and pathetic. But I guess everyone looks for a mirror of themselves in a husband.”

From above, the condescending, malicious voice of Oboro echoed down from a nearby rooftop. The full moon was at her back, casting her voluptuous frame in silhouette as well as affording her a strategic advantage in combat.

“She just cheats with the type she actually wants. Lucky for you, Asagi—I brought several who are exactly your type.”

One after another, orcs in samurai armor stepped forward on the rooftops surrounding the entrance of the dojo. It was supposed to be a close-kept secret, but now it was the center of a well-coordinated and well-funded ambush. Asagi and Kou were surrounded on all sides and disadvantaged on the low ground.

“Get behind me, Kou Chan,” Asagi snarled, stepping between her almost fiancé and her most hated enemy, “seems that cutting this bitch’s head off didn’t teach her a lesson.”

“Oh, I learned a lot from having my head severed by your blade,” Oboro turned her head to show off the wide scar across her neck, “not least of which was how to barter with demons. They gave me my life back and more… do you want to see what else?”

When Oboro placed the heels of her hands together, a bright ball of violet energy erupted from her hands. Though the light blinked out in moments, the impact from Oboro’s “Gravity Shot” power, dropped Asagi and Kou to the ground before the sidewalk and front of the dojo all shattered into a crater from the impact of the spell.

Though Asagi was hurt by the blow, Kou was completely devastated by it. His ribs were broken and his nose was bleeding. He was helpless as Oboro leapt gracefully down from the twenty-story building to land lightly on her high-heeled feet. She grabbed his collar and raised him from the ground, lifting his entire weight over her head.

“Pathetic…” Oboro sighed.

Without hesitating, Oboro dug her armored fingers into Kou’s chest. Her hand made a wet thunk as they sank into his flesh. Within an instant, Kou’s face, body and flesh began to melt away like wet sand. His entire form melted away and she pulled away with a misshapen lump of flesh. It was red, pulsing and netted by veins, but the face on the grapefruit-sized ball of flesh was unmistakably Kousuke.

“Kou-Chan!” Asagi shrieked, trying to retake her feet.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Oboro chided Asagi, holding up meatball Kou in one hand and firing another Gravity Shot at Asagi.

Just after the second blast, Asagi was struck by an arrow from above. The arrow was tipped by a syringe which efficiently pushed a luminous, green liquid into her blood stream. Just then, another syringe arrow struck her in the chest.

“You’re beaten Asagi. Come quietly. Otherwise, I might decide that we only need one hostage…” Oboro began to squeeze the meatball in her hand, Kou screamed out in agony as blood poured from his tear-ducts, nose and mouth. As she squeezed, he vomited more and more blood from his already compacted form.

“Surrender or I’ll squish this man like the smear he is.” Another arrow landed in her leg, pumping the potent aphrodisiac drug into her again.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“You fucking bitch!” Asagi hissed, though this really didn’t look good. It didn’t feel good either. “I’m not surprised the demons you bartered with didn’t want to rely on your skill with a blade!” She tried to get up, but her legs suddenly felt like rubber. Her feet didn’t find traction. And Kou-Chan, her sweet, sweet Kou-Chan, would not survive any more of Oboro’s antics.

A strange, unfamiliar heat spread from where the arrows had hit her. Unfamiliar…but not entirely unpleasant. A tingling sensation that started to cloud her senses, and her judgement. “I’ll come with you if you let him go,” she snarled. “And trust me – if you don’t, I’ll cut you into so many small chunks next time that not even the most skilled demons will be able to piece you back together!” Her bartering position was shitty, but her rage made up for her disadvantage. She should have made sure that bitch had stayed dead. It was her own fault for shoddy work.

And in that moment, a strangled moan escaped her throat. It was not a moan of pain, but something much more questionable. How, in this situation, could she have experienced sexual pleasure?

***

Shizuka sighed. It seemed that someone else had decided to pester Asagi and her boyfriend. Someone decidedly more annoying than her little sister. And in light of the upcoming scholarship, she really didn’t want to make this situation her problem. “Listen…Sakura…I think this requires more expertise than what I could bring to the table…we should go back to the Dojo and get help.”

 

[LitShark]

Oboro tittered with girlish laughter as the orcs overhead were nocking fresh arrows and the ones on street level drew curved sabers. Oboro used one of her long, crimson, manicured nails to push down on the plunger of one of the syringe arrows that hadn’t quite deployed before plucking them languidly from Asagi’s body, her hands moving treacherously through the soft fabric of her torn sweater—weaving back and forth against her skin and through fabric until the last arrow was removed and Asagi was entangled in Oboro’s arms.

“Don’t be silly, Asagi. We’re all going to go together—you don’t think that’s best? We wouldn’t want to leave your squishy little boyfriend laying in the gutter bleeding, would we? Or is it squishy fiancée? Ah-ha-ha-ha!” Oboro slid her arm under Asagi’s pressing her breasts together through the soft sweater, daintily covering her mouth as she laughed and slipping Asagi into a half-nelson in the same motion.

The hand holding Kou slid around her waist, pulling Asagi’s hips back against her where Oboro ground against her sensuously. Perhaps Asagi didn’t even realize that she was grinding back.

“No, there’s plenty of fun in store for all of us,” Oboro whispered against Asagi’s neck, steering her toward the street where a Rolls Royce pulled up and orcs swung the suicide doors wide open.

Oboro lunged inside the plush back seat of the luxury car and closed the door after herself. The tires squealed for a moment and it swerved back into traffic, speeding toward the long bridge to the Underworld.

Sakura heard Shizuka’s warning, she even nodded her head in steadfast agreement.

They were outmatch, outnumbered and disadvantaged by the environment. Sakura wasn’t even dressed for battle, still in her school clothes from earlier. They were still trainees and these orcs were way above their combat rank. It made sense that they should retreat.

But just as she was opening her mouth to agree, Sakura’s legs were charging after her sister, tears welling in her eyes.

“Asagi!” Sakura shrieked, unsheathing a gleaming tanto knife from her backpack.

When the first orc reached for her, Sakura cut clean through his arm like it was a bundle of grain. The orc bellowed as his blood spilled into the street. He clenched the wound with his good hand, only to have the blade land in his neck—the colossal beast bled out in seconds. She managed to sever the Achilles tendons behind his ankles of another and fell him—but as the car with her sister inside sped off, Sakura felt the knock of a saber hilt on the back of her head. In the moment she stood there stunned—several arrows found her back.

She fell to the ground as the crowd of orcs descended.