Last of the Line [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

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Tomoki Roll: 5, 5, 4 vs. 6, 3

Initially oblivious to all but the feeling of emptying his hefty load into your rear, the copious release adding to the bulge his thick inhuman cock was already pushing into the shape of your gut as you dangled off of his shaft, Ishiwata lets out a contented sigh as he basks in the glow of his climax. His powerful, inhuman hands touch you with something that skirts closer than expected to gentle softness for a few moments as he feels up the shape of your form while you feel his hot and heavy body press against your back as he takes rest from his brutal pounding of your behind. His cock still throbs within you as he murmurs out contented grunts, letting his tongue out to slide against your cheek in a long, possessive and predatory lick.

"Good work, slut. You handle yourself like a proper- hyugk... urggh..."

His eyes widen, his grip on your body tightening. Suspended as your are on his shaft, your legs left dangling in the air, you feel yourself shaking from the buckling within Ishiwata's knees. He doubles over, reaching out to steady himself against the wall and almost folding you in half on his cock in the process. If her were to turn violent now, he might still have the physical strength to snap you like a twig - though it would still be too late.

He feels more than just his seed being drained into you. The clenching of your post orgasmic ass is joined by another, less pleasant sensation of ringing him dry. "Wh-what are you... Grrk..." Ishiwata is not able to fully form his questions, the surprise and discomfort leaving him impaired. In not too long, his mighty form begins to diminish, the reddish hue of his skin paling once more. You feel his cock begin to shrink down within you. Though he had still pumped enough cum within you to leave you looking pregnant with his child, its not long before his cock is reduced to a more normal human scale. With the absence of his strength and the thick rod leaving your skewered in the air, you fall back against him as he lets out an enraged roar. Much like his strength and size, the roar is quickly diminished into a quiet whimper, almost effeminate as Ida's more gentler tones return to his throat.

Freshly dispossessed, the musician collapses onto the floor and you fall with him, his cock still balls deep within you though small enough now to allow your ass a chance to relax as a puddle of Ishiwata's seed spills out and forms around both your thighs. You hear his heavy breathing beneath you as his eyes roll back in his head, occasional wordless murmurs denoting his clear and current daze.

Then, as if spreading out from the point where Ida's cock was lodged within your ass, a rapid change spreads across the room like a spiderweb of shadows that part to reveal the world as it should be. Like paint fading and flaking from wood before your very eyes, the pristine visage and warm light of the Blossom Garden is torn away to reveal the decrepit, cold and dark place you knew it to be from the outside. All that remained was the shrine that had been set up in this room, the candles unlit and now stained with your own release still dripping fresh across its form and the load Ishiwata left behind, which now swirls within you with not just seed but also his essence, churning with tethered rage as he tries with impotent fury to resist the binding you have begun. He may have fashioned himself an Oni, but the feeling within you was all too weak and pitiful to have ever been close to such an entity. This was a young and pathetic spirit, feeding more off the power of a place than of its own strength, and now it found itself at your mercy.

Ida's groans grow more coherent as he starts to try and sit up, stopping only once his chest presses against the soft of your back. "Oh?" he murmurs out, blinking the focus back into his eyes as he sees you and manages to lift one hand to brush some of your long hair over your shoulder so he may get a better look at your face. You feel his cock, despite all the tribulations it had been through, stiffen within you once more as a blush comes to his cheeks, before he looks around in awe.

"Is... is it over.... Did... did you save me? Am I free?" he asks. Before you have a chance to answer, he throws his arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace. It might be somewhat heart-warming if it didn't come with the side effect of feeling him thrust into you and stir around some of Ishiwata's load in the process. "Thankyou! Oh thankyou! I will never forget this!" he says, arms shaking as they grip onto you as if you were his only tether to life. Which, as of right now, you might just be.

This moment is short lived, however, as a shrill, ethereal shriek runs through the halls. A biting chill travels through opening shoji and torn walls, carried with the cry until it reaches you. Ida gulps down as this new female voice cries out "What has he done to my Garden?".

The anguish in her tone soon makes way to not more furious screeches, but instead a more sombre and mournful sobbing which carries itself slowly yet consistently throughout the hallways of the Garden.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Deep, cool breaths helped to ease the fire in both Tomoki's lungs and spirit, as the presence of Ishiwata waned and then weakened and finally vanished entirely, wrapped in a cocoon of his own making, coiled in what power he had drained from this place in a prison of lust and spite. The world seemed to dim and then shatter all about him, shadows reigning where once there was light, splendor vanishing into the cold, cruel reality of what was left behind when the haunting found itself without legs to stand upon. Not that Tomoki's legs were doing him all that much good in the present, bowing out as the evidence of his rutting dripped sloppily onto the floor below.

Something not made easier by the young man suddenly wrapping about him and stirring his tender insides up. The young sorcerer yelped as the musician, Ida-san, proclaimed his eternal gratitude. For saving him, ostensibly, though given that the man was still very much inside him, and stimulated enough by their closeness to stiffen despite his supposed fatigue, Tomoki could not help but wonder whether a part of that was not merely appreciation in the face of a savior, but appreciation for a particularly comely suitor.

Whatever joy he might've gotten, both from his sudden salvation and from the hot, tight embrace of a well-fucked ass surely disappeared with the blood-curdling shriek to follow. Knowing his job was yet to be done, the Kadenokōji summoned what strength he could in his trembling legs and shoved his plump little bottom back against Ida hard enough to buck the weary man off him, such that he could try and gather up some dignity, letting the worst of the demon's release slop from his backdoor before gathering up his robes and fastening them hastily around his midsection.

"You and I are going to have a long discussion about the state of this place, Ida-san," It was hard to project authority with cheeks flushed pink, covered in sweat and slobber and cum both your own and another's, but Tomoki did his level-best in admonishing the musician, "Pray that she spares you long enough for that. I will do what I can."

The ease with which Ishiwata possessed the young man told Tomoki much of how this misfortune weighed upon his shoulders, and there would be judgment to pass before night's end, that much he was certain of. But before he could render that judgment, there was another spirit in need of his gifts—a spirit far more blameless in the depravity of the Blossom than the would-be ogre that had plundered him so shamelessly only moments before. A spirit he had vowed to put to rest.

So, gathering his wits, and smoothing down his frazzled hair, Tomoki set off on shaky legs to find the source of the ghostly wailing, praying he found Mura-san before his sisters or Suguro did, if only for their own sakes.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Ida lets out a surprised gasp as you buck back against him, the motion driving him deeper for a few moments and causing his cock to tremble in delight before it pushes him out of you. As he slides free, his cock covered in Ishiwata's seed that begins to pour out of you and ease the bloating in your gut, he lets out a sigh, perhaps a mix of relief and disappointment at how your motion wasn't a prelude to something more. Your legs feel weak beneath you, a shake running through your knees as you push yourself to your feet. A man of lesser constitution would likely loose the ability to stand for a good while after such a large and forceful intrusion. While your body was much more suited for being able to take such penetrations and recover with relative ease, it did leave your rather dainty legs in the unenviable position of having to get to work right away, even as heavy loads of demonic seed spilled out from the gaping hole that did its bests to close back to its more regular size.

As much as you may look more the part of a recently ravished whore than a stern exorcist, recent events and his captivity had left Ida in not much of a place to resist much reprimanding at all. What slight flush to his cheeks your face and the feeling of your ass bucking against his crotch had brought quickly vanished within his paled and rattled visage. Dumbstruck by the shrill screeching of Mura and clearly fearful for his own life, he remains on the floor, thighs coated with Ishiwata's seed, with wide eyes affixed to you. He nods at your words but remains lying on the ground in silence as you get yourself ready to depart.

Once you leave the room, however, alarm seems to spark with in him and he staggers up to his own feet, reaching out to the walls to help prop himself up as he struggles to stand. "W-wait..." he blurts out, grabbing a robe and pulling it loosely around himself in a half hearted attempt to keep from being completely naked. "Is it not safer for me to be with you? What if she comes for me while you're away?" he asks, setting one hand on the shoji as he leans partly out of the room, unsure if he should follow you out into the cold and dark hallways.

Mura's eerie sobbing guides you back down the hallway you traversed earlier, the background thrum of moans and gentle music replaced with a chilling silence filled with unease. A tension which is spiked when, out of a now blank fusuma, a blade slices the air a few steps ahead of you. The blade vanishes back through a narrow opening now cut through the panel, then the panel itself flies over to the opposite wall, a foot dangling in the air having just kicked it away before stepping forward. Harumi steps out, huffing, dragging her ōdachi behind her as she surveys the scene before her. Though she's not quite as she was when you last left her. In the dim light, it takes a moment to realise her cheeks are not flushed, but instead her face is adorned with makeup. Her hair has been done up in a much more intricate fashion than usual. She wears as well the more flowery robes befitting a woman working at this establishment rather than her usual more modest attire. A wardrobe change which only further emphasise her physique, her thick thighs and exceptional cleavage all but trying to force their way out of her current attire just as she forced her way out of the room she was in.

Once her eyes settle on you, the tension thick within each of her movements settles. The room beside hers opens much more gently and a wispy pale blue flame floats its way out. Shortly after, Yoi emerges, similarly done up as her sister - dressed in a manner that could generously be de described as in that of a geisha, but given the environment and the more alluring cut of the robes, are certainly more accurately described as that of a whore.

"Harumi?" she asks as she steps out, seeing her older sister first, before she turns to see you as well. "Tomi!" she runs over and wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly to her. She shifts from side to side in joy, the motion leading to her grinding her cleavage against you for some time before she steps back and looks around. "Did you sort it out already? Aww, did I miss the fun part." she grumbles, pouting.

The third room in this row was already open, though there appears to be no one inside.

"Whose he?" Harumi asks, seeing Ida who apparently decided to gingerly follow you after all. Seeing two beautiful women suddenly burst out into the hallway before him, he seems to try to hold his robes together more to try and preserve some dignity, all the while flashing them a sheepish grin. Though with his fright fuelled shivering, it does little to preserve his image.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It took nerves of steel to face down spirits unknown and match them at their treacherous games. And it was a fortunate thing for Tomoki that he had been trained for just such work, for the sudden appearance of several inches of polished steel through the paper screen to his side might well cause him to yelp in a most undignified manner. Thankfully, all it managed to do was cause him to backpedal several hurried steps and look upon what emerged with wide eyes. Eyes which, upon falling on the source of the disturbance, counted their blessing. Haru-nee would never have forgiven him for behaving like a coward amid the work of their family.

Of course, that was not the only blessing those eyes were bestowed with. Despite himself, Tomoki couldn't help but let his gaze drift across his elder sister's figure as she marched through the destroyed section of the wall. It was not often that Harumi dressed in such finery, much less finery cut to highlight her more.... feminine assets. Even on the best of days, Tomoki found it difficult to ignore just how womanly his elder sibling was, the curve of her hips beneath thick, unflattering hakama, the way her breasts seemed to swell the hem of her kimono despite the grace with which she carried herself. It was a shameful thing to admit, but that body—the images of it, as teased to him over the years—was the subject of many a fantasy of his, and he relieved himself more than a few times to memories of glimpses and close encounters in the compound's bath house, as he came into his manhood.

Needless to say, with such a bounty before him, he couldn't help but stare, almost dumbfounded, at the succulent display. Until, at least, his twin manifested from behind her and addressed him. His eyes snapped up just in time to catch sight of Yoi's cleavage bouncing his way as she threw herself upon him. His little sister's body was, to contrast with their elder's, much more available to him. Something that was not without purpose on her part, as he had learned only recently. He had little chance to oogle her in the same way, however, as she was quick to press herself into him and squeeze. Ordinarily, he might have scolded her for such a thing. But given the stakes, the very real possibility that some harm might have befallen her, had he not handled things as well as he did... well, he didn't exactly resist. Quite the opposite, wrapping his slender arms around Yoi and giving her a tight squeeze of his own, as if savoring the closeness, the feel of her warmth beneath his hands. She was here, and she was safe. That was all that mattered.

"It is not nearly as fun as you think it is, Yoi-nee. I assure you of that."

It was probably best not to extrapolate on that too much, if only for his own sake. Luckily, Harumi brought the group's attention to their interloper, and though he was remiss to let Yoi go for more reasons than just the plushness of her figure, he eventually disentangled from her so he could reassume some position of authority.

"This is our drunk," The young sorcerer gestured to Ida as he tried to make himself presentable, "His name is Ida, the musician who featured in Ayuri-san's story. I also believe he to be the cause of our misfortunes here; the spirit introducing itself as Ishiwata used him as a vessel to interface with the greater world, keeping him captive for such a purpose in the meanwhile."

Such a thing could not be confirmed until they more thoroughly investigated, of course, but it was a solid enough theory, given the evidence thus far presented. To say nothing of how he had conducted himself in the short time they had known one another.

"What of you two? How did you come to be dressed so... well, differently? And where is Suguro-san? Were you separated from her at some point?"