Into The Shadows (Closed)

[TirithIre]

Tokyo, Japan. The capitol of Japan had long been disputed as such. At times, thousands of years before, the capitol of the prefecture had been Kyoto. Such a time had been ripe with strife, along with a sense of union. The Daymo of the time had been fighting against one another to unify Japan under a singular ruler-ship... and as such civil wars had broken out among-st many of the area's.

Yet in the modern day the evolution of the martial arts had evolved from different sources. Some, hailed from China, taking bits and pieces of Kung fu to create their own unique style, and some, were completely of the training of the samurai. Karate, Ju-jitsu, Judo, Kung Fu... these martial arts held a deep level of respect for each other, and each veyed for their own place within the world.

It wasn't long before the masters of old began to pass away. Their students became the masters. Some were young, un-able to handle the pressures of being a dojo within the greatest city within the country... while others, thrived within the crucible. It was said that every man whom enters a crucible comes out changed in some way. Yet that wasn't quite true. A crucible tended to rip away the falsities of reality... leaving only the truth.

for the dojo of Hamimoto Sensei was one of the latter. A small building on the outskirts of the city, it was usually left alone. A tiding to the older days where karate was done outside, there were two main parts to the building. The frontal entrance, or Genken was where visitors would come, remove their shoes, and where they could speak about fees, or even watch a class.

The rear part of the dojo was exactly that. The Genken lead to an indoor training area, but past that were sliding doors which lead to an outdoor dojo. Two training area's. The building was a two story building where the master lived upstairs. Only five years before though Hamimoto Sensei had passed away. It had been a hard blow to the community, as the gentle karate master had been loved by many.

his son, Takeo Hamimoto had immediately taken over the dojo. There was some dispute between himself and his brother Kenta whom would take it over, but really in the end, it was shown within their father's will that Takeo would take it over. What no one knew, was that Takeo had taken on the 'curse'. No one, other than Takeo and his grandfather knew of the oni's possession of his father.

It had been a secret well guarded, and one that would hold fast to that very end of days. In such a modern world it was easy to hide. No one believed in demon's anymore... and Takeo was a young martial arts master. He had trained since he had been three, and had been a black belt for well over fifteen years. The Bushido Association was quick to promote him to the title of Sensei and endorse his taking over the dojo.

The demon was peaceful really... mischievous, and playful there had been many women whom had come to the dojo seeking training, and 'training' is what they had received over the years. Before then it had been geisha, but with the 'equal rights' of the sexes, well the demon didn't have to go seeking for females anymore... they came right to the dojo.

A well guarded secret... and one which would remain a secret, so long as Takeo was careful about when the demon was 'let out'. For now, he worked on his calligraphy within the outer rear dojo. Classes had finished for the day, and he was taking his time to enjoy the setting sun. Peace, and tranquility was something that had been missing from his life for a long time now... he was enjoying it immensely!

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[IntriguedLover]

Character Profile : Mikoto Williams - Age 21 - Long brown hair and Hazel/Green eyes - Japanese/American Descent - http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4800000/Kristin-Kreuk-kristin-kreuk-4890848-1024-768.jpg

Mikoto hugged her maternal grandmother and younger sister goodbye before getting on the airplane. She was quite nervous but also overly excited. She had studied Japanese Culture and Language at the University of California-Berkeley and had gained a scholarship to travel abroad to a martial arts dojo in the Capital City of Japan. Other than living in an off-campus dorm during school, this is the first time she has traveled away from her family. Her mother and father had died in a boating accident off the coast of Alaska about 8 years ago, leaving Mikoto and her little sister to live with her Japanese-descent grandmother. Being raised in a Japanese-style house in San Francisco had drawn her to want to know more about her family history. Her mother had been born to two Japanese refugees in California. About 23 years ago her mother had been working in Asian Town and met her father who was German/Irish. Months later they got married and Mikoto was born.

Mikoto had never been out of California and this was an adventure to her. She was going to study under Master Hamimoto to learn all Martial Arts styles native to Japan. It was mostly a dedication to her mother that she wanted to do this but she was intrigued by the history of her grandmother's native Country. She had also dabbled in a Demons of the World class that she wanted to take for extra credit at UC-Berkeley. She pulled a book out of her carry-on knapsack titled 'Demons of Feudal Japan'. She had bookmarked a few pages that she wanted to study during the flight. "Oni are a kind of yōkai from Japanese folklore, variously translated as demons, devils, ogres or trolls. They are popular characters in Japanese art, literature and theatre." one line read on page 69 of the book.

The flight seemed to take forever but she had finally made it to her destination. She grabbed her luggage and hailed a taxi. "Watashi wa Shinjuku-ken konpurekkusu ni iku hitsuyō ga," she spoke fluently to the driver as she said she needed to go to the Shinjuku Prefecture Complex, where she would be living for the next few years. The driver nodded and took her there. She talked to the apartment manager and got acquainted with a few of the neighbors before she went into her apartment and laid down on the bed. She was quite exhausted from the trip and quickly fell asleep without unpacking anything.

The next morning she woke up before the sunrise, took a shower and dressed in a white kimono top and dark denim skinny jeans. She looked out the window of her apartment and could see the roof of the Hamimoto Dojo where she would be spending a majority of her time. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail and proceeded to get a quick bite at the market she had seen around the corner. They had rice balls which were her ultimate favorite, "Oh this is going to be a good day for sure." She ate and walked to the dojo. She removed her wedge heels and walked up to the Genken. She knocked before she was met by one of the female assistants. "I'm here to study under Master Hamimoto, I'm the scholarship student from America." The assistant didn't quite understand and Mikoto translated what she said into Japanese. The assistant nodded and motioned for her to walk inside. She walked in and saw a class was currently in session. She saw a tall man moving fluently in front of students, giving her a preview of how hard this was going to be. Sure she had learned a bit from her mother's brother, but that was before he moved back to Japan to live out his days in a monastery. The assistant pointed at the man and said, "Masutā Hamimoto Takeo." "This is the man I'm to study under?!" Mikoto thought to herself a bit shocked and yet she couldn't wait to get to know him better. There was something about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "This is truly going to be an experience I'm never gonna forget."

 

[TirithIre]

Takeo held three classes a week for adult beginners, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, while he held three classes for Children on the same days. Saturday and Sunday were open training days, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays he held advanced classes. Since Takeo lived above the dojo he left the doors un-locked during the day, and if one wanted to come in and train, they were more than welcome to.

The class she was viewing was a beginners class, and though there were a few women, it was predominantly men that were training. Out of the fifteen students in the class, there were only two females, although the women whom were training were both clearly still learning. The class structure was set for two hour classes, much different than the North American structure where people might train two times a week for an hour at maximum.

Even as Takeo moved in front of the students showing them the movements he noticed a newcomer. She clearly had some Japanese heritage to her genes, along with lovely green jade hued eyes. The first hour of the class was a warm up/ workout portion where shimei (conditioning) exercises were completed, while in the second half of the class it was training of kata, applications, self defenses, and other drills.

The class was working on stance transition today. " Anata ga nanika no tame ni tatte inai baai wa, nani no tame ni ochiru yo." which she easily translated as If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything. He used one of his assistants to demonstrate. First the assistant took a weaker stance, to which Takeo kicked the man's leg out easily, sending him crashing to the tatami mat. Then the assistant took the stance fixing it as Takeo explained the important points, and letting the students see the difference, Takeo had them work on that.

Handing the class to the assitant whom was his right hand man, he made his way over to Saeko as well as the new woman. " Konichiwa." He fluidly spoke Japanese, but recognizing that she had a blend in styles of Japanese as well as what he guessed as American he chose to translate to English. " I am Takeo Hamimoto. You must be the student from America." He had a heavy accent, and yet he spoke fluidly, it being quite the interesting mixture.

" You will be provided with housing while you are here, your scholarship will see to your food. Have you brought a gi with you? I apologize for my father not meeting you, he passed away last month." He bowed in respect to her though. He wore a tattered black gi and wore an aka kuro obi, the black and red belt denominating his status titular as a sensei. " Saeko here will see to showing you where the rooms are." He added, though smiled slightly.

" How long will you be staying with us?" He asked. He was surprised at the 'jump' from the demon inside him almost wanting to pull her and take her... it had been a while since it had acted out... but he harnessed the power and quelled it... for now. He could tell though, that this newcomer would be a 'victim' of the demon if she remained long enough, which was partially why he asked that question.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Mikoto bowed before him in respect, "Yes, I'm the student from America, Mikoto Williams. I-I don't have a gi. I just got into town last night and was told that I needed to come straight here once I got settled in to handle the registration." He looked amazing in his black gi, she blushed a bit as she began to think about him without it. She soon brought herself back to reality when he said that about his father. "Oh, sumimasen for your loss," she said as she was attempting to mix Japanese with her English.

"I'm living at the Shinjuku Prefecture Complex apartments near here and signed a 3 year agreement with them, so basically I'll be here for quite sometime," she continued. She looked back at the students who were now finishing up their kata practice, "I'm not entirely sure what I'm good at, so I guess I'm a true beginner." The assistant Saeko as he had called her brought back a simple black Keikogi trainer outfit and motioned for her to go change into it in the back room.

When Mikoto reemerged from the room, she said, "I'm sorry, Master.. It seems your assistant has brought me a Keikogi with too small a top." She chuckled a bit as she tried to adjust her ample bosom into the top. She wasn't nervous in front of men at home so she had no reason to be here. She did turn to adjust them where her cleavage was shown as to not disrespect his establishment. "So, when do I start?" she said eagerly.

 

[TirithIre]

He nodded when she bowed back, and noticing that she showed proper respect by bowing slightly more deeply than he had, he listened to her. " That is how things are usually done." He commented, though he added. " Some who have come have had their own gi, that is why I ask." He pointed out. As she mixed japanese with English he nodded his head to her. " dommo Arigato." He replied fluidly.

Even as she explained about her housing, he nodded to her. " Three years then, that will provide you a very in depth exposure to Japan and it's beauty." He mused, though his inner thoughts added as well as plenty of time to become mine. He didn't voice that verbally of course.

Instead he nodded to Saeko. The back 'room' was more of a tiny 'change room', not like in America where privacy was held in uptmost, here in Japan the training came first and always. As she re-emerged though he looked up from speaking with Saeko and chuckled ever so slightly as she did, though as she tried to adjust the top for her ample bust, Takeo did admire the impressive bust. " Saeko, get a top that is a size larger." He directed in japanese, but he looked to Mikoto as she asked that.

" the beginners class is coming to a close, the next one will be held on Wednesday, though I will be willing to show you some of the basics if you wish today. the dojo will be empty within about fifteen minutes. Plenty of time for you to change. When you are adjusted fully, on Saturday I will take you to Shureido, there you will be provided with three keikogi, and all will be sized properly to you. We only carry the standard gi's here." He remarked matter of factly, though he added.

" I will see to the other students, then you and I can train for an hour to give you an example of the basics." He said it as a statement, not a question. If she was there to train seriously, she would be fine. If not, he would arrange her to be provided with another dojo. His dojo was a proud establishment, and unlike America where they took everyone, here, he chose his students.

 

[IntriguedLover]

She bowed again when he said in an hour she would have a first lesson with just him. She watched patiently through the window admiring the fluid motion he was presenting. She still could not believe that she was here and was learning from the master of the most renowned dojo in all of Japan. And not to mention he was going to be taking her shopping for a better gi on Saturday.

After his class was over, all the students left and she was led inside by Saeko. She knelt down on the tatami mat before him. When he turned around, his toned body was glistening with beads of sweat. A perfect Master for a perfect Dojo.

 

[TirithIre]

Takeo left her to get adjusted to the larger gi top that Saeko brought... and even as he spoke with her to ensure that all tuitions were paid before the students left, it was simply how things were done there. Her scholarship had paid for her training... anything beyond that was up to Takeo, as well as the reputation of the dojo.

As he dismissed Saeko and saw to it that the others had left, he turned and noticed that she had prepared to learn by kneeling. He too knelt, and even as he did he spoke. " The shomen is the high seat. Upon it the spirits of those whom came before sit and watch over those of the new generation. First we bow to them." He showed her how to properly bow whilst kneeling, and even as he did he brought her through the formal opening ceremony. When they were done they were both standing.

" Show me a punch." He directed simply. Karate was an art of punching, taikwondo of kicking, judo, of throwing. Each had their uses... each had their strengths and weaknesses. Takeo was ready to begin training her. She would find he was a very hands on master, especially one on one. He was not shy in touching her, but it was a harsh lesson. If she did not listen, he would strike her with a shinai. If she was un-focused, she would find herself felled to the mat.

He was kind with words, and hard with actions. A true balance, and a fine example of a karate master. " A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." He gently intoned to her. " Today, you have taken that first step." He spent the entire hour showing her just how to punch, and by the end of it she would understand why many claimed that studying the martial arts was a lifetime of study!

 

[IntriguedLover]

Mikoto got into a punching stance upon Takeo's command. She clenched her fist with her thumb folded so she didn't injure herself upon thrusting her fist out. She showed him her form and forced her fist forward pulling her other arm in, tucked facing upward at her side before forcing her opposite hand out pulling the previous to her side. Mikoto looked to him for approval to which he nodded. She kept up that routine until the hour was up. She bowed before him showing great respect then bowed again before the shomen again for the spirits approval. She felt amazing after the first lesson and couldn't wait to learn more.

After the session while she was drinking some water to replenish her energy, she looked to Master Takeo, "Is it possible to add more lessons per day, just one on one? I feel great after training with you. It's as if this Martial Arts has opened my soul to more opportunity." She of course wanted to do some sightseeing, but she felt like she needed to be challenged more than this. Mikoto hadn't felt this energized in a long time.

 

[TirithIre]

He adjusted her stance as she 'took it'... a simple touch, but he could feel the musculature of her legs as he did, and even that was enough for the oni within to demand that at some point he have her. Mikoto would be un-aware of this of course.

As she looked to him for approval he nodded, and even as they finished he bowed back to her, they both taking that moment to bow to the spirits. Afterwards, while she drank water, he took out some chilled tea and poured two glasses.

As she asked that he considered it. " I usually do not. I do this to help you so that your first class will not be overwhelming." Yet he seemed to consider it. " First thing in the morning. Dojo will be un-locked. Come in and I will train you. Be aware that training will be hard. To survive this hard world, karate ka must be hard. Our intentions are soft, our actions hard." He remarked as he offered her the cup of tea.

She could see he was checking her out... she had worked hard, and with a mixture of Japanese and american descent, she was beautiful... not to mention and to be brutally honest most Japanese women were not as well endowed in their bust as she was!

 

[IntriguedLover]

Mikoto could feel herself being energized by the tea, not to mention she could also feel Takeo's eyes upon her. "I was wondering, Mâsuta Takeo, would I be staying alone in the bunk here on site?" She hadn't used much of the native tongue that is known by all in Japan in quite sometime. She had mostly used it to speak to her grandmother back home because her grandmother had a hard time speaking English. While here, she was certain that she would be alternating between Japanese and English, like she had just done by calling him Master.

She noticed a different sense about him as he looked her over, but couldn't quite put her finger on it and didn't worry about it much to begin with. Maybe it was just because he is a man, and many men back in America had ogled her before because of the two orbs upon her chest, so she was used to men looking at her.

"So," she spoke before getting up, "I will speak to Miss Akame at the Apartment Complex about possibly getting a refund on the downpayment for my apartment there." She smiled and bowed before him, "Domo Arigatou-masu, Mâsuta Hamimoto Takeo, for allowing me to have the opportunity to train here under your tutelage." She turned and left the dojo to go handle everything back at Shinjuku Complex.

The next day

Mikoto was a smidgeon sore from yesterday as she had to get groceries from the local market to fill her pantry after the first lesson with Takeo. She couldn't let a little pain stop her from training. Miss Akame had said no to allowing her to break lease contract, which bummed her out a bit. There was a slight chance that he would still allow her to train at his esteemed Dojo, even though she couldn't bunk there like he had said she must. Or maybe she had misunderstood him.

As Mikoto finished eating her breakfast, she got dressed and decided to head down to the dojo. She was adjusting to this lifestyle better than she had thought she would. She grabbed her Demons of the World book and headed out the door. She read it on her way there, causing her to accidentally bump into a few people, requiring her to bow in apology to them.

She walked inside bowing to Saeko as she was motioned to wait for the current class to finish bowing before the Shomen before she was allowed to walk in to join the other students. Saeko told her in Japanese not to be late again. Mikoto walked in and bowed before the Shomen as she took a spot at the back of the beginners class.

 

[TirithIre]

The tea was a chilled green tea which during the hotter months of the class was given out during a ten minute break, as with the classes in Japan being of the utmost importance the classes were two hours long and for that reason, having the hour intro with Takeo would benefit her greatly.

Even as she had asked about the bunking he looked to her curiously. " No, of course not. Saeko is bunking here, she has remained for three years already, and will return to her home in two years. Her ambition is to open her own dojo when she returns." He remarked. He taught people from all over the world, and was truly a gracious teacher.

With Takeo it wasn't just her chest though, he seemed to admire the curve of her hips, the look of her as a whole. It was almost as though he was going to 'eat her up'!

As she said that he nodded to her. " If she refuses, tell her Takeo Hamimoto will tend to the rent for the breakage of contract. I dislike those whom set up the housing, we have space here at the dojo for fifteen guests at any one time." He informed her, before he sent her out, showing her to bow out before she left.

As she walked inside she could see that Takeo's right hand man was leading the class, while Takeo seemed to be sitting calmly, watching the students. Now and then the master would speak, a correction here, a look there, and his students would correct what they had done wrong at that point.

When he saw her come in his inner demon 'jumped' at the idea that she was late. A perfectly reasonable reason to keep her after class. She had joined in the back of the class and the warm up workout continued as though she had always been there. Takeo did finally move and rise. Moving behind the students he corrected here and there. His man was learning to lead the class, so he left him to it as he made his way to Mikoto.

" You are late." He whispered to her as he directed her into a deeper stance, his eyes drawn to the opening of the lapels of the gi where her breasts were held. Depending on what she wore beneath would dictate what he saw there.

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Gomen, Master," Mikoto said with deep respect in her voice. "I'm sorry, won't do it again." She stood with the rest of the class and took stance with the other students. She noticed that Takeo was glancing at her bosom and tried to hide the blushing that is glares were causing within her. He was quite a looker, but there isn't any chance that there would be anything between them, that was a certain thing. Even though he didn't wear a ring that she could tell, there has to be someone in his life. Either that, or he's seeing Miss Saeko.

"Miss Akame denied me the right to break contract," she continued as he stayed near her. She was having a great deal of trouble trying to focus on the leader of the class and Takeo at the same time. "She said that she didn't care who told me to tell her that it was alright to break contract, rules are rules. She just seems bitter towards me for some reason."

The class continued for the better part of two hours before the students were allowed to break for ten minutes, only to be told that one more hour was needed to fine tune them before they were released for the day. Mikoto didn't sigh along with the rest of the class. She was happy with how the lessons were done here, not to mention the fundamental old world sayings that were mixed with the lessons, allowing students to understand the importance of why they were here and what they were learning.

After the class finished up, Mikoto took time to walk over to Takeo who was bowing before the Shomen. "I'm guessing that it is time for me to leave. Again, I'm sorry for being late, it won't happen again, Master." She bowed before the Shomen along with him. She could feel something different about him, a dark sense, but she didn't pay no mind to it.

 

[TirithIre]

He nodded to her. " You are forgiven, this time." He replied, though even as she stood with the rest of the class, he watched her movements. While she may be a beginner, she took to the training with a sense of excitement, where as others seemed to only do it because they must. Even as she tried to hide the blush, he caught it, and while not overt, his looks were there. From time to time he would touch her, adjusting a stance, correcting a chamber hand, and each time the oni within him sent a small pulse of energy into her to arouse her desires.

As she said that though about Miss Akame, he nodded. " I will go speak with her after the class then." He remarked, though added. " It is because you are an outsider." He remarked, though as she seemed divided by whom to focus on, Takeo rewarded her efforts with his attention, which of course made the other students try harder.

When the other students sighed he noticed that she did not, and he did point it out speaking in fluent Japanese, shaming the other students for not putting in as much as the newest person. Even as she and he both bowed to the shomen, he shook his head.

" I will come with you, I will speak with Miss Akame. I want you to pack anything you have un-packed, and be ready to come with me. Remember, tomorrow we go to Shureido to get you properly fitted gi's." He reminded her as he motioned her to lead the way. He would take care of Miss Akame personally, since Mikoto was his student, it was his responsibility.

 

[IntriguedLover]

She still couldn't believe that the Master was going to take her to get properly fitted for a keikogi the next day. She nodded in agreement, "Shinjuku Complex is not too far from here, that's why I chose it. Did not know that there would be room on site, or I wouldn't have chosen it." She led the way to the apartment complex a few blocks over. Upon entering, she motioned for him to go into the office on the left. "Miss Akame is in there. I will meet you back in the lobby when I'm done."

She hurried up to her room and of course she hadn't unpacked much. She didn't bring much to begin with, considering the airline had a limit and she didn't know how long this would last. She looked in the fridge and noticed that there was a bunch of food in there. She wrote a note in Japanese and taped it to the door. She knew that they would soon be up to clean the room for a new tenant, so she wanted them to know that the food was theirs to take.

Mikoto went down to the lobby and waited for Takeo. When he left Miss Akame's office, she felt something off about him, but again she was so dense not to think anything of it. She noticed how he looked at her luggage, "My grandfather told me before he died 'that it is not the things that make the person a human being, it is the way the person acts and behaves that makes them human.'" She smiled slightly before touching the pendant that she always wore around her neck reminding her of him. "This is basically the only thing that I have left of my grandfather because he didn't believe in possessions. It's a talisman. I'll be sure to take it off before we go to Shureido tomorrow so it doesn't interfere with the measuring."

 

[TirithIre]

She may not believe it, but she was going to be. He didn't have to, but even his father had done such things for the international students whom came to train with him. After all many connections within Japan were created by those whom were referred by others. As she explained about the complex he nodded.

" The program that creates these opportunities do not assume that you can bunk, some dojo's do not have rooms within which you can board." He remarked. As they arrived though he nodded, and turning to the left he entered the office. Introducing himself, he apologized profusely to the older landlord for his dojo's error in not seeing to Mikoto's boarding, and paying the two months plus the severence, he made sure that the woman was understanding.

As he came back out the oni reached out and sent a frissure of energy into Mikoto that would create a brief 'flash' of a vision. She was sitting atop Takeo's cock, bouncing up and down about to orgasm... then the vision was gone. Takeo did look to the suitcase but he smirked.

" That is a good saying, but you need clothing. When we go for the keikogi tomorrow we will also stop and get you some clothing for casual wear. You are staying a while." He offered her the papers that were the rescinded contract. " Come, we will get you set up at the dojo." He mused, though as he said come the demon sent another vision completing the sight, her cumming violently upon Takeo's cock.

He noticed that she was flushed. " Are you all right?" He asked as though he didn't know his demon was planting the seeds of seduction within her.

 

[IntriguedLover]

"It happened again," Mikoto thought to herself. Another vision where she was being fucked by Takeo. Her face went flush for a moment before she was snapped back to reality. "Oh, yeah..I'm fine." Her face began to blush as she looked at him. The sensation of being pummeled in her nether region had made her silk panties wet. She shook her head trying to get the thoughts out of her head, but they didn't stop.

She stopped on the park bench just outside the dojo, "I believe I'm just a little dehydrated from the class earlier, that's all." She was trying not to seem aroused in front of him but her nipples had a mind of their own. They seemed to be thrusting outward, pushing against the material of her purple lace bra. "How am I aroused?" she thought as her mind was beginning to rush about. She couldn't understand how it was happening. She noticed the dark sense almost emanating from Takeo now.

She stood up almost light headed, "Perhaps all this excitement has got me feeling like this." She chuckled softly as she continued into the dojo. It was now empty since it was the weekend, no class until the next day she guessed. It was just the Master and herself. "Gomen, I'm not sure what is wrong with me, Master Takeo."

 

[TirithIre]

He could see that the demon was 'acting out' which was fine with him. Mikoto WAS a beautiful woman, and though he had seduced other students in the past, recently he had been good. Perhaps that was why the oni was acting so openly, he didn't know. He did know that the demon had probably put some visions into her head. As she said that she was fine though he nodded.

" Very well, come on." he remarked, though as they stopped by the bench, he saw how she was flushed, her keikogi thick in material but he could tell she was fighting her arousal. " Oh I think that you are all right, just excited about being here." He remarked as he approached her from behind. He took her suitcase and set it aside, though he turned and closed the door, locking it. There were a few there in the dojo that lived there, but they all had their own key.

As he turned back to her though he smiled as he shook his head. " Don't worry, you'll be well taken care of." He was moving to her though, and as he reached her he reached around and squeezed her, his hands pulling her keikogi open. " You are aroused... you want me to fuck you, to take you..." He purred as his hands gripped her large breasts. Takeo would take her right then and there.

At that point, there was no arguing with the demon!

 

[IntriguedLover]

Mikoto let out a huge gasp as he reached out and grabbed her from behind. She struggled to look up into his eyes which had turned a dark red color. He had pulled her keikogi open and forced his hand under her bra, massaging one of her tits. She let out a moan as he massaged her orb. "This..can't be happening! Noo!" she screamed out in her mind but her mouth had a mind of its own. "Yes, Master.." she mewled out, even though her mind was fighting it. Her body was being controlled!

"Take me as your own, Master.." she continued. "No, what in the hell am I saying?!" Her pussy instantly became overly drenched at his touch. She couldn't understand it but she couldn't question it either because he was in complete control of her now. Her mind remembered back to the pages of her Demons of the Feudal Japan book. By the way Takeo was acting, he had to be an Oni, there was no doubting it now.

As he took her, she couldn't fight him. Her body was being forced down by some invisible force that she couldn't wrap her mind around. She laid back, her legs somehow opening for him, presenting herself to him. "Master, does this please you?" her mouth said. "I can't do anything, I can't fight it."

 

[TirithIre]

Takeo could hear her huge gasp, and even as she struggled to look up to him, as she was forced to be fondled by the master, Takeo looked to her as she said that. Her mind screamed in fright and pure fight instinct, meanwhile her body responded perfectly.

Even as she said that he smirked. " Oh I will, you are beautiful Mikoto. One who is worthy to have the master." He stripped the keikogi right off her and un-snapping her bra it fell away. Next he worked the obi (belt) off her and then her pants. She didn't fight and he didn't expect her physically to.

Even as she was being forced down and laid onto her back he smirked. " Your panties are still in the way, remove them, and spread yourself open." even as he said that he was working his own keikogi off and when he had stripped, the oni's powers were un-veiled. His shoulder and back were covered with the tattoo of an oni, but it wasn't just a tattoo, it was alive in a way. Takeo's cock was easily nine to ten inches long, and four inches thick. An incredible sight indeed.

" Are you ready young one?" His voice had become deeper, thick with meaning, deep, old power kept her down, but her body was her own. She may hate herself right then, but she wanted this, otherwise she would have been able to resist even slightly!

 

[IntriguedLover]

Mikoto's eyes grew wide at the sight of his massive cock. She removed her panties as instructed and laid back for him, showing him her perfectly shaved pussy mound, glistening at the slit. Her body was ready for him. Her mind was soon becoming overrun with thoughts of him pounding her cunt. She couldn't fight any longer, not even in her own mind. She watched as the tattoo on his back began to rise, his voice becoming deeper as she glanced back at his massive rod.

She wanted him in her, there wasn't a doubt now. She had somewhat control back over how her body was acting, but she didn't want to fight it. Something had changed within her when she saw him in the nude, his cock standing tall and strong. "I am ready for you, Takeo.." her voice moaned softly. Her pussy was overly wet and was needing to be fucked. She wanted him at this moment. She craved him. It was as if a hidden side of her had been brought forth causing her to be more slutty than before. "Please, fuck me, Master," she mewled, a wanton need sounding out in her voice.

 

[TirithIre]

Takeo could see her surprised by the sight of his massive cock, but Takeo wasn't human... not any longer. While some refused to believe in the supernatural, The oni was very real. He had enhanced Takeo. The master was stronger, faster, and better even than he had been before. As she slid her own panties off herself, he looked to her splayed open slit.

As her fingers slid down and pried her swollen soaked lips open he could see her arousal dripping between her legs, down into the cleft of her ass. Even as she regained some of her control though he moved and kneeling on the tatami mat, Takeo guided the massively blunt tip to her soaked entrance.

" If you insist." He teased, though as she had just mewled that he thrust, burying a good four inches of huge cock inside her, his hand moving and covering her mouth. While he was interested in hearing her screams of pleasure, they WERE in the main open dojo, so he should be thoughtful of discovery. For now though, he began to thrust, burying more, and more cock inside her.

He was so big there was even a bulge stretching her lower abdomen as he forced his entire cock into her. She would take it all, and she would love it. Of that, there was no doubt at all!

 

[IntriguedLover]

She screamed out loud but was only silenced by his hand as her pussy was stretched. She wasn't a virgin but this hurt worse than her first time and he wasn't even in all the way! She threw her head back as he began forcing his cock into her, pushing her pussy lips out of the way. He was massive and so big. She could feel him spreading her all the way inside, bringing herself to moan out against his hand.

Her breathing began to get quicker and quicker as he fucked her. She knew it was only a matter of time before he made her cum for the first time. Her pussy was being pounded into oblivion, her mind was racing at this point. She was bordering on the edge of an immense orgasm and wasn't sure if she could hold back. Sure enough, after a few minutes of him fucking her, her pussy began to contract hard around his cock to the best of its ability. She moaned out louder, each breath being a moan into his hand.

 

[TirithIre]

The demon was grinning, and Takeo looked to her as she screamed, though even as she was stretched so intensely, Takeo watched with a delighted view. Even as she threw her head back he let her do so as she couldn't stop herself, though as he forced all ten inches inside, he hit everything, constantly rubbing her g-spot, bumping and rubbing her cervix, and intensely tantalizing the hard nub that was her clit.

Even as she began to breathe quicker and quicker though he could tell that she was going to be cumming soon, and he grinned. " That's it, cum for me." He grumbled, adding. " Feed me your pleasure, your lusts." The oni was a demon of lust, so the more she was pleasured, the more she came, the more well fed the demon would be!

Her pussy's contracting after only a few moments told him that she was enjoying it, and evne as she was bordering on her orgasm, Takeo's weight sunk, his chest crushing her nipples and rubbing them as he began to truly fuck her. Long deep hard strokes filled her, his cock working her pussy to the max, and unbeknownst to her, he had only just begun with pleasuring her!

 

[IntriguedLover]

Mikoto could tell that Takeo was no longer the one truly fucking her. She was being ravaged by a massive Oni and one of Incubus Class. That was all that could explain how he was fucking her. As he began to fully thrust into her at a vigorous pace, she threw her head back as she felt him hit against the entrance to her womb.

Each time he thrust in she would raise her hips up to meet his, bringing him deeper and deeper within her. She screamed out around his hand as she was fucked hard by him. She was hoping that someone would come to find them and stop him, but yet again, she was afraid for the person's safety since Takeo was now showing his full demonic side.

She didn't know how much she could handle but she was taking this pounding well. Her body was beginning to fill to the brim with another orgasm. She tried to fight it because a demon of his class would only cause him to crave more and more from her. But she couldn't..it was too much for her. She couldn't speak because her body and mind were filled with lust now. She had a need for him, a need she couldn't explain, but she didn't care. She soon caved in and quit fighting against him all together and took what was being dealt to her. As his hand moved slightly away from her mouth, "Fuck me, Master, so I...cum.." she managed to speak.

 

[TirithIre]

He could tell that she knew that she was 'lost' to this demon, and though most would have run, she really had nowhere to go. That, and he WOULD train her in the martial arts, that was not a sham, and she knew that. It just seemed that her off hours would be filled with more than simply sightseeing.

Even as she was hoping that someone would come, there was no one. Most whom had trained had left to go and get a drink or dinner, those whom remained were on the second floor. The ceiling of the dojo was soundproofed so that training would not interfere with those whom were attempting to sleep.

Her nipples were so hard, her bust truly impressive, and even as she wondered just how much she could take, she was going to find out, for Takeo was just getting started. As she was taken to her brink, Takeo grinned, though those deep red eyes seemed to devour her as he saw her pleasure.

She will do nicely. The oni spoke to Takeo, and since Takeo had desired Mikoto anyway, there was no dis-agreement. As she managed to speak that though he grinned. " Oh don't worry, this, is only just the beginning." He promised her as he leaned down and bit into her nipple, pulling on it and lashing the tip with his tongue as his cock filled her, stretched her, and owned her.

She was his, and this, was only the beginning!