Last of the Line [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Ayuri playfully pouts at your comments, though even this mock petulance is short lives as she soon seems mesmerised by the sight of you licking your fingers clean of her juices as you stand over her. This flavour of her taste is even more delightful than what you savoured from her tits, thicker and more potent in every regard. The crude yet intoxicating flavours of sex that your mind seems to discern a certain sweet elegance within - perhaps only because you can see the beauty you are tasting laid out before you.

As the robes slackened, ready to fall free were it not for your arms crossing to hold them back in place, the fabric covering your shoulders slipped, letting you guide it to gradually reveal your delicate and pale collarbone and shoulders themselves before Ayuri's gaze - the tables turned as the parlour girl now takes her time to trail her eyes across your exposed skin. This is just a hint of what your body has to offer however, the tease of your girlish frame exposed while you hold the rest of the kimono in place. Then as you reveal more you expose your chest to her. A slim, elegant form, your own nipples budding as hard as Ayuri's. Couples with the rest of your build it would be understandable for someone to mistake your nipples to be flat tits perking from a feminine arousal. That would be until they see the much more prominent masculine arousal you also sport.

Despite the undeniable and overwhelming femineity of your form, Ayuri seems not at all put off, drinking in the sight of your body before her as you reveal yourself inch by inch. A faint biting of her lower lip tells you it seems she's just as into your body as many of the drunken men that might be prone to mistaking you for a woman to try and take to their beds. However impressed she is by you so far, she seems unprepared for what you have next to reveal. She audibly gasps, managing to recover control of her body enough after your teasing of her to sit up to better look at the strong mast that suddenly reveals itself, a mighty pillar that stands in stark contrast to the rest of your physique. Those that know of the Kadenokōji clan may often speak, with varying degrees of reverence or lechery, of how shapely their women are. Your own sisters are prime examples of this, young busty women blessed by their supernatural answers. What is heard of less is how the Kadenokōji men are equally blessed, though few have as drastic a comparison as you do between your overall body and the heavy set of cock and balls that demand attention between your legs.

Along with your superhuman virility and size comes as well a potency evident even in the musk that flows off of your pre. As angrily as your cock spits its first dollop - just a hint of what was to come - in the moments that follow your scent hits Ayuri, almost potent enough to cause dizziness just from being in the same room as your exposed cock as she finds the rest of her surroundings disappear, leaving her eyes focused only on your impressive length and her mouth watering enough to be ready to drool.

"Of-of course." Ayuri murmurs out, shaking her head as your words bring her back to reality. "All of our clients' needs, I am here to fulfil." She reclaims some of her poise, a lascivious smile on her lips as she watches you approach with evident hunger.

She smiles up and you as you press her back down against the bed, letting you move her body and take command. With a little manoeuvring, you push aside the fabric covering her slick and needy pussy while she meets your wanton gaze with matched passion. You watch her mouth part as the head of your cock pushes its way against her entrance, grinding against her until it dips in and the right angle to start spreading her open. Its a lot, even for a well trained whore to handle, and she groans deeper with each moment of you easing your tip past her folds. Then finally you lodge your thick head into her, this simple thrust enough to make her knock her head back against the bed and moan out. She's so incredibly tight, yet welcoming at the same time. Her eagerly flowing juices lubing up your cock to make each following push a little easier than the last.

Her own hands move now as she gets used to this initial intrusion. One brushes aside some of the hair hanging from your head so she may better look up at you, before reaching around to run her fingers against the back of your head, while her other slides along the slim curves of you body before moving to gently caress the soft of your back.

Then you give her what you both long for. The first thrust has you buck a moan straight from her hips and out her mouth. As you sink deeper in, inch after inch with each thrust, you make her tits bounce as her whole body is shifted along the bed just a little in order to help her accommodate your size. She seems to enjoy it greatly, her tight passage caving to your ploughing. Her legs lift and widen, moving around your own slender hips, toes tapping against your ass on the pull back of each thrust, before curling as you push into her. The two of you sing a duet upon the bed, your bodies playing each other in an erotic and all consuming performance. Ayuri muffles the melodies every so often, unable to resist your lips hovering above hers, lifting up to kiss you deeply, letting your tongues explore each other's mouths while your cock pushes its way deeper and deeper into her own depths.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While he had promised so poetically to write a song all their own, it surprised Tomoki just how erotic their foray into music-making proved to be. The sound of the bed creaking with every rhythmic rut of his hips, the quick gasp of air forced from between sweet lips, the moaning, long and melodic, the stickiness of sex meeting sex that evolved into lewd, wet claps as Ayuri's arousal coated his balls, the hefty sack like a pendulum into her ass every time he rocked atop her... The sounds of raw, needy sex had haunted the sorcerer since he stepped foot in Shimabara earlier in the day, and finally, after so long, he had his opportunity to contribute to them, adding to the lustful noises Ayuri had assuredly contributed during his meeting with Suguro. His svelte form kept up a diligent pace atop her, the slim, lovely thighs he hid so diligently away from prying eyes doing well in keeping his rhythm strong and constant. He might not have had the inhuman might of Haru-nee, who would no doubt break the frame of any such bed in two were she to find herself atop a lover as enticing as Ayuri, but his body had its own charms. His muscles were not great iron cords, but they were durable and long-lasting. The deep, long strokes he eventually worked up to never faltered for even a moment, not even when the pleasure they gave him caused him to gasp and whimper, his hurried praise all but melting into his lover's lips any time she reached up to kiss him. He simply kept going, and going, and going, each pump measured just right to see toes curl and eyes cross. Like an artist working his craft.

It would have been a disservice to say that enjoying Ayuri was simply a matter of profession, however. She was... truly lovely. The picture of a playful, demure maiden, made somehow more erotic by the crude way she lived, the inherent seductiveness of her craft, the fact that her pretty features were so often marred by expressions of lewd bliss, her supple, perfect body marked by something so base, so primal as sex. It was... incredibly erotic, he could not help but feel. Something about the fact that such a wonderful girl spent her nights tangled with man after man, not only ridding them of their lusts but indulging in her own, struck a deeply instinctual cord with him. He wanted to join the revelry and add his seed to the dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands who had already done so. His member throbbed hard as those thoughts filled his mind with every lusty cry that filled his ears.

In his passion, he dropped himself against her with force, sandwiching her down against the bed as his hands struggled to find leverage in the sheets. He could feel the suppleness of her body against his own, like silk on silk, the skin of their sweaty torsos growing sticky with the friction. He could feel the quakes of his thrusts running up her body, jiggling her wonderful tits against him even as he desperately sought to pin her entirely with his weight, wanting every inch of her that could touch him to do so. He stole as many kisses as he dared from her parted lips, grunting and panting despite himself. His thrusts drew all the more urgent as he took her like that, grinding her down into the bed, the angle of his intrusion all the tighter for how closely he hugged her. Desperate for her scent, for her taste, he buried his face against her jaw, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair and sweat in equal measure, moaning deliriously against the lobe of her ear.

"Haa! Ayuri... I can't... I can't hold back," He admitted shamefully, his nerves alight with the sight, the sound, the feeling, all of it, his balls thrumming hard as he lost himself in her, "It's coming, I'm—I'm cumming! Ayuri! Ayuri! Take it! I want you to take it! Oh, Gods, Ayuri!"

Wound tightly as he was, there was little opportunity for Tomoki to hold himself back even if he wasn't so utterly lost in his passion. When the first throb shot through him like the tremors of some great quake, he threw himself forward with as much force as he could manage, straightening atop Ayuri as he humped against her hard enough to cause her ample bosom to almost bounce free of from between their bodies. When the second throb shook him, he gasped, hot and needy, against her ear, rocking again and again. By the time he throbbed the third time he could already feel the thick seed working its way up his absurd length, causing his toes to curl and his hands to tighten on the silk sheets. And when finally the bulbous head of his member let loose the first of many obscenely hot, sticky ropes to the deepest recesses they could reach, Tomoki cried out loud and involuntarily, his voice at once sweet and lilting and innately, profoundly masculine, a sort of middle ground between the shocked exclamation of a maiden brought to climax for the first time by her lover and the deeply satisfied groan of a man emptying into his wife after a long, tiresome journey.

He bucked atop Ayuri for some time, her name never far from his lips as his cock pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, each throb another wad that might put a more average customer's offerings to shame, filling her until the seal of their sexes could hold no more and his cum began to stain the mattress beneath them, the stench of almost otherworldly potent seed mixing in with the cocktail their lovemaking had already created.

[Lazy Kitsune]

As you sunk more of your length into her, you were rewarded with the feeling of her plush rear offering itself as a surface to bounce your heavy balls against, adding a slapping to the melody of your love making. The sounds of your passions were added to the chorus of the Blossom Garden - a piece provided in part by courtesy of a haunting so that Ayuri could, in some fashion, continue to work her talents in an establishment she currently did not reside within. Her own moans carried such intensity, whenever she uttered a word of praise out between cries of pleasure it was easy to take it as much a spiritual experience as it was a carnal one.

Her body glistened beneath yours. Both of you, your pale complexions polished with a sheen of sweat brought about by your impassioned lovemaking. With her hair all amess and her body flush and sweaty, it was not difficult to imagine that this was similar to how Ayuri must have looked moments before Suguro fetched her to join your company back at the teahouse. It made for all the more intimate a sensation when you fell upon her, your bodies slapping together wetly as you felt her tits press firmly against the sensitive nipples of your own chest. Your chest slid up and down her rolling breasts, catching whenever your mingling sweat was sticky enough to try to hold you together. These moments offered the interesting sight of pushing Ayuri's bust up as you pinned her down, feeling just how pillowy her tits could get when squeezed together and squished beneath you all the while your cock drove itself right to her very depths.

Were the sheets beneath the both of you real, they would like smell of this union for weeks to come, your combined sweat leaving them sticky and soaked through in a growing patch around Ayuri's back. Just as you savoured her smell and taste, Ayuri too would kiss along your jaw, suck upon your earlobe, nip at your neck and let her own hands run across your back and hold you close.

"Don't hold back!" she cried out, her eyes closing shut as she awaiting the sensation of you filling her up. "Do it. Let it all out into me! Do it! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Her cries become wordless once more and her body trembles around yours while you pump her full, the day's teasing having left you with plenty to empty out of your balls. The ordeal has her writhing in ecstasy beneath you as you fill her up, moaning to the point of being desperate for air in the following moments, breathlessly drawing in your musk with heavy gasps. Your warmth pumps into her, your seed filling her up - the reward of both your labours. Before you knew it you could feel your hot cum dribbling out from around your cock, overfilling Ayuri and spilling out between her legs. When your climax finally passes, she is left basking in the afterglow, her eyes lidded, gazing into nothingness - though her hands still gently run across your body, desiring to hold you close to her even after the deed was done.

"That was..." she murmurs out, managing to find words if not yet the strength to open her eyes fully "...Otherworldly."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Powerful as his orgasm was, Tomoki took a few long moments to rest the weight of his admittedly petite body atop Ayuri. It had been a strain to try to keep a handle on such need, such lust. Finally getting to unload the sticky, messy stress of an entire day's worth of stimulation was enough to wind him. And while he collected himself, catching his breath, he pressed his face against the side of his lover's face, peppering her cheek and jaw with butterfly kisses whenever he could, his hands curving inwards so he could return her affectionate stroking however he could, brushing his fingers along her ribs with featherlight softness. The worshipful words that Ayuri murmured managed to coax a tired smile out of him, if only for their irony—it was easy to forget that he was not simply spending a night in the arms of the woman herself. Instead, he was within a haunted brothel, and the pleasures he felt were as illusionary as they were comforting.

"It... certainly was," Feeling his composure return, Tomoki pressed his hands down into the softness of the bed, pushing himself up and off the slick, supple body beneath him such that he could admire the disheveled fluster of the satisfied woman below, "I hope it lived up to your expectation, Ayuri-san. You deserve as much."

Still sheathed within her, he could feel his shaft throb in sensitivity as he settled himself onto his heels, pulling a few inches free with a breathy moan. The seed he had packed so diligently into Ayuri leaked all the more as the member holding it inside withdrew even slightly, and after soaking in the sight of her for a little longer, he braced himself with a single hand around his base and pulled back until every bitch-breaking inch came free of the tender folds that had milked it so well, springing upwards defiantly despite finding release only moments before, a heavy strand of his cum and Ayuri's juices still clinging to it, connecting their sexes even after they separated.

"Mmh... I wish I could stay with you longer. Truthfully, I think could lose myself in a night with you," Though it was hard to parse where the flush from the effort of their coupling ended and the fluster that followed in such unabashed praise began, he could not help but feel self-conscious murmuring such sweet nothing to a woman he so scarcely knew, "But tonight, I have other matters to attend. Ones I can only hope are half as wonderful as making love to you has been."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Instead of responding, Ayuri basks in the glow of her climax, her perfect tits rising and falling with heavy breaths and adorable shudders whenever she feels your cock throb within her as you prepare to pull out. As he lies there, however, you begin to notice her body take on an ethereal sheen. Not the glimmer of the sweat that now coats her fair skin reflecting the lantern light of the room, but something more befitting the apparition's otherworldly nature. She still feels real as you pull out, and lets out a moan denoting she feels the sensation of your cock withdrawing from her depths where you had deposited so much potent seed. This moan gradually tails off into a low murmur as she feels the pulsing sensation of such a copious load spilling its way out of her as her lips close up once more, perhaps out of an instinct to hold as much of your seed within her as she can.

"It has been... incredible... Beyond my expectations, really..." she murmurs, smiling up at you as now her form starts to become transparent, the bed soaked with sweat and juices beneath her becoming gradually more visible than the beauty you made that mess with lying on top of it. "I hope you'll visit me again. I'll be waiting."

Her voice is hard to hear now. As distant as the music was when you entered the Garden. Her body vanishes altogether, and the strange glow that had covered her now enters the pool of your seed she leaves behind. The great mess of your cum gathers itself, moving as if one entity and before you have a chance to react to it, it seeps away through the floor, disappearing off to some unknown destination.

You are left on your own in this room, the apparition of Ayuri having departed. Although the room itself still looks like the very much intact and inhabited version of the Blossom Garden you have been in since encountering Ayuri here. The sounds of other rooms holding their own similar activities draw your mind, and once your are ready you can find physical evidence of this yourself once you leave this room.

The halls of the upper floors are lined with shoji, from behind many moans and gasps of pleasure can be heard. The light from the rooms within paint silhouettes against the translucent panels, showing various positions being played out within. Each motion is slow and sensual, almost as soothing as it is arousing to watch.

As you roam the halls, however, you find a set of fusuma, the opaque frames painted with images that match the cards you won in your game with Ayuri. Three rooms in a row along the back hall, one for each of the companions you came to the Garden with. Though before you have a chance to choose one to investigate, a new sound catches you ear. A cry - not of pleasure - or at least not entirely of pleasure, though some wavering of it can be detected within - but of desperation. A man's voice.

"Please!" he cries out, his sound coming from further down the hall. "Even I need to rest every once in a while... You're all so beautiful... but I need... to rest... Please, just give me a chance to rest!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It was almost sad, to see Ayuri fade away. But it was an important reminder not to get too attached to the things unfolding over the long evening to come. Would she remember their time together, in the waking world, as she had with her previous encounters during the haunting? Did it much matter? Answers for a different time, perhaps. In the meanwhile, Tomoki took a few moments to compose himself, brushing his hair back into place and wiping the worst offenses of their love-making off himself. Getting fully dressed again seemed almost wasteful, given the decidedly sexual tone of the haunting her found himself caught up in. So rather than carefully replace his every garment, he instead folded his hakama with are and threw them over his shoulder, only tying his obi tightly enough to fix his kimono around his waist, much of his pale skin still on display as it hung loosely from his shoulders and dangled just above his knees, giving a delightful glimpse of his shapely legs. He couldn't help but wonder whether he'd resemble Ayuri during their first meeting in such a state; clearly having come from quite an ardent engagement, still sweaty and flushed.

Maybe the spirits would find that as titillating as he did. Regardless, once he finished his half hearted redressing, Tomoki began to wander the halls of the Blossom Garden once more, in search of the next trial. The sights and sounds all about him were quite the distractions, but he reminded himself of his purpose whenever an especially arousing silhouette would catch his eye, wandering until a few familiar faces greeted him. He had been promised 'prizes' downstairs and earned them through no small amount of nerve-wracking luck. Stopping to 'collect' seemed reasonable, if only because he wondered whether what awaited him within were as Ayuri had been—illusions made to please him and coax him into lovemaking—or the women themselves, who he had been separated from.

His hand hovered for only a few seconds near the door to Haru-nee's room, eager to see her again and perhaps compare notes on what had happened so far, when the cries of what must have been a client none-too-pleased by his circumstances reached Tomoki's ears. A more selfish sorcerer might have kept the course and entered the room, especially with the promise of carnal delights with a long-awaited lover hovered over their heads. But Tomoki was a Kadenokōji, and no matter how cruel the rumors of his family might have been, the Kadenokōji did not lay with demons and specters out of base desire, but as a means of helping those who had no means of fighting back against such phenomenon. He could not ignore the potential that someone needed him.

With as much grace as his petite form could muster, Tomoki turned and continued down the hall, following the sound of the man's voice, his footsteps light and measured so as not to reveal himself too readily. He wanted to see just what it was that bid him away, to get the lay of things before he committed himself to anything, and perhaps to try and formulate a plan to extricate whoever it was that seemed so in need of peace.

[Lazy Kitsune]

You make your way down the hallway, footsteps light to keep the creaking of the floorboards beneath you lower than the volume of moans that emanate from the surrounding rooms from the various silhouetted lovers that continue to surround you. Cutting through them all is the sound of strained, yet not entirely unsatisfied gasps of the man you heard crying out for help. Following his erotically tortured grunts and gasps, you find yourself led to a room left just partially ajar so you may peek within without necessarily making your presence known by sliding it open.

Inside, quite the delightful bounty of beauties lie before you, a couple of which you feel you vaguely recognise from when you entered Suguro's teahouse. No doubt these must be more apparitions of women she took in after this place shutdown, and the remaining would be other women who worked here at one point or another during the start of the haunting. They are all either naked or an the far side of undressed, surrounding a handsome albeit dishevelled young man lying on the mat beneath them. In contrast to him, the women are all immaculate, shining with a body oil that makes them slippery to the touch and draws attention to the smoothness of their skin. The coo over him, gasping, moaning and whimpering in the most overwhelming tantalising display you've seen so far - running their tits against his arms, legs and chest, sucking and licking at his ears, jaw and neck, pulling his fingers and toes to their lips, guiding his hands on to their breasts which he then seems to grope reflexively as if he just can't help but fondle them. His expression, when his face isn't buried beneath any one of these heavenly pairs of tits, is a mix of ecstasy and agony - he seems drained, yet he can't help but admire the forms before him, even if his eyes struggle to stay open. His cock twitches from a recent orgasm, drooling a dollop of cum onto a pool between his legs. The room is stained with seed, pools of cum both old and new marking the floors, walls and pieces of scattered clothing. There were even a few dollops on a musical instrument which sat against one of the walls, one of its few strings snapped.

The only thing untouched by however many releases he has had is a shrine set up along one of the walls, candles lit at it. Above it is placed the portrait of an older, stern looking man, overseeing the bizarre and possibly even enviable torture proceeding before him.

"What's the matter, Ida-kun." one of the girls teasing the poor man beneath them asks, an impish giggle to her voice as she squeezes her tits against those of one her compatriots, wiggling both sets above the exhausted man. "You always loved fondling us before. Always bragged you could be a better lover than any of our clients. You can't be tired already?"

Despite himself, this Ida can't help but let his mouth water at the sight - somehow not desensitized to such teasing as he gawks hungrily at the display, before wincing as his cock hardens. "Ow! No, it's not... I could never tire of you girls. You know that! But I just need... a quick nap... to get my energy back... and maybe a drink or two... and then I'll be right back to you all. You know Ida Motoichi can never say no to a woman. I just need... sometime to collect my strength. That's all, ladies!" He laughs a little nervously, before all the women start needily moaning his name. "Oh, come on now, don't be like that... I'll be back, I promise."

"What's all this fuss about, Ida?" A gruff, rumbling voice seems to come from nowhere, catching you off guard. But your eye catches the portrait above the shrine and you see that the gruff older man depicted within has changed. The figure in the portrait shares several characteristics with the previous man, but instead it depicts a red skinned oni, whose gaze seems to be mockingly affixed to Ida. "Was this not what you always wanted? Your very own harem of young women, each insatiably lusting after you. Don't tell me you're rejecting my gift."

Behind each word is an unnerving undertone - a sinister tint to each word. The mocking laughter that follows makes it clear. This entity doesn't seem to fully care whether or not Ida enjoys himself, it just wants him to stay put.

"Ah! Of... of course not, Ishiwata-san! I was just... feeling a bit parched. Maybe I should go down to the parlour... have a drink or two? Play some more of my music. I'm sure the guests could use some accompaniment to their games." Ida says, pleading, a deeper look of fear encroaching on his face.

"The guests are being seen too." the portrait responds. "Besides, I can't have you wondering around. What if she..."

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Tomoki Roll: 4, 3 vs 4, 4

You notice the eyes on the portrait shift over to look in your direction. "Oh... well look who it is... one of our guests is a nosy one. See something to your liking?"

Ida lifts his head up and looks towards the hallway, spotting your slender frame standing there. "Oh no, not another one. I have my hands a bit full with beautiful women right now..." he says, which is quite literally true giving both hands seem to be getting a solid grope of breasts being thrust in his direction. "Maybe come back later and I can give you the loving you're looking for."

"Silence idiot." the portrait, or whatever was communicating through the portrait, snarled. "This is no common whore. So... enjoyed our services have you? I hope so. I want only the best for the kind of customer that brings me such fine prizes as the ones with you. Each of those women would be wonderful additions to my Garden. Unfortunately that accursed bitch continues to cause trouble even at this point, so I've not been able to put them to work just yet. This is why comanaging never works out. Say... why don't you give me those cards you won from that game of yours earlier? I'll let you be the first to sample the product. Two virgins and one of the most desired women in the district, most would spend an unimaginable fortune for that. I'll even let you in on a cut of their profits. You can be their manager, free to enjoy their company for free whenever you wanted. I'll stuff them full of the obedience of that whore you like so much. Not enough to change the fun things about them, just to make sure they'll want to do anything you say. Sound like a deal?"

Ida

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Ishiwata

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[Ze Blitzkrieg]

So it seemed his instincts led him to a fortuitous outcome. Indeed, when he had decided to first head into the gambling hall, it was in search of the musician that Ayuri had described—the drunk who had been so favored by the proprietor after Ishiwata had taken over. Favor that perhaps proved to be a little too much, even for a lecher like himself, now that the physical and spiritual worlds blended ever closer together. Tomoki watched with interest as the man seemed to writhe about within the crowd of bodies, a sight one might have found erotic, if not for the undertones of the situation. Many might have envied him, covered in beautiful women cooing for his touch and love, but to the sorcerer's eyes, he looked more akin to a drowning man just barely keeping his head above the water, calling to those on the shore with mock confidence to assure them all was okay.

Only, he was unlikely to find any sort of succor from the spectators. For, besides himself, there was only one other. A portrait of a man who quickly revealed himself to be more than that. There were a hundred different reasons for the sort of haunting that occurred in the Blossom Garden, but among them, Tomoki did not expect to find an oni's den. Harumi had been confident that such an affair would be of no great challenge or difficulty, perhaps even beneath their notice. But oni were among the most dangerous of foes one could face. Such a being could not be left unaddressed in a populated city such as Kyoto.

Of course, there seemed to be more at play here than the classic oni den. For one, it was not the ferocious sight of a proper demon that met him, but a portrait. Perhaps a sorcery of his own? Used to monitor the Blossom Garden from afar? Or, perhaps, a means to contain the otherwise wicked creature within the Garden's decrepit walls. How else could such a thing exist in such a densely packed neighborhood but remain so very unnoticed? The influence of this Ishiwata—if he truly was or remained Ishiwata—was perhaps not as developed as it could have been.

Such thoughts were interrupted when the demon chose to address him instead of the musician. Having been noticed, Tomoki made no efforts to hide himself, instead stepping into the room with care and dignity. A difficult thing to maintain, given how the beast spoke not only of his sisters but of Suguro, who had bravely risked her safety to see an end to the nefarious acts within, and of course to the woman who had inspired in her such bravery: Mura, the previous owner, and, if the oni's words could be believed, the reason why his excesses had not yet spilled over not only to claim his companions but perhaps to claim the entire neighborhood beyond. He murmured a silent thank-you to the spirit of this woman, for however much it was worth. He would see to easing the burden she bore before morning next came.

"I am sure it is difficult for a businessman like yourself to understand, Ishiwata-sama, but some things are simply unable to be bought and sold. I am afraid I cannot make such a deal with you tonight," Though he surely looked the part of any sexed-up girl wandering the halls, Tomoki conducted himself with all the poise and manners of a well-bred young man, kneeling at the precipice of the room even as demon's words made him bristle within, offering a customary bow towards the portrait on the far side, "But perhaps we can speak of other matters. Like how your establishment has fallen on such difficult times. Surely, Ida-sama would appreciate a break in the festivities? Mayhaps he could even provide entertainment for our discussion."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The candles around Ishiwata's shrine flicker as if he were to exhale derisively at your words, his demonic portrait staring intently at you as you make your case, seemingly both unimpressed and disgruntled by your refusal of his initial offer. Ida, however, perks up, glancing between the both of you as he tries to make his case heard through the several valleys of bosoms that move in to muffle his words.

"That's a good point! I... ohh... I could set the mood. Help relax him. Maybe he'll be more open to agreeing if... oh, ladies, please, just one moment... I... oh no, that's... very nice... very, very nice... but... oh, I have to... focus for a second..."

He loses himself to the sensual assault of the apparitions around him, though you swear you see him glance wantonly in your direction every so often as he's dragged back into a lying position and smothered with butts and boobs galore. It's unclear if he was wanting you to intercede and save him, or admiring your exposed legs and slender figure as a possible other body to fondle once he got the opportunity. Possibly a combination of both.

"I'm afraid it's in Ida's best interest that he stays put. Whose to say what will be done to him if I pull my hand from his fate? Mura's been making things difficult, pulling things as much her way as mine. It's my kingdom though, so I get the final say, but sometimes it can be hard to tell where her influence begins and mine ends. I don't think she knows for sure either." he says, not sounding all to happy about this.

This presents with you a conflict. A conflict which adds a lot of credence to the idea you aren't dealing with a fully fledged oni, but some other form of spirit that's simply fashioning himself as such. Why remains to be seen, though with how bossy he seems to be perhaps he views it as a strong intimidation tactic. Certainly if he were a true oni and was present in the building, then Yoi's flames would have burned intensely in a blood red or, in a worst case scenario, midnight black, no matter how many lustful ikiryō roamed these halls. But most damning of all, while Suguro had indicated Mura knew a certain amount of the spiritual world, nothing had indicated she was an experienced sorceress, and it would take nothing less than an experiences sorceress to deal with an oni. To be caught in some kind of spiritual tug of war with Ishitawa, one that both souls seemed to be in the process of losing their personal identities too, made it seem more likely that he was something more mundane. At least for now, but who knows what he could become should this haunting be left unchecked.

"I'm not sure what leverage you wish to bargain with anyway, stranger." Ishiwata continues. "You proclaim you can't make a deal with me tonight, yet wish to speak of business anyway? You handle yourself with more politeness and deference than I find in those your age, so I'm willing to give you the chance to make your case. But turning down such a generous offer without consideration does not put me in a good mood."

A growl emanates from the portrait, even if the image's mouth does not move as he speaks. Only his gaze and expression seems to shift, as if watching one still image being swapped for another. After a few moments the growl subsides, and Ishiwata speaks again.

"Very well. A profitable businessman does not end his negotiating after a single rejection. I felt certain you lusted after the women you brought here... but I'm sure there are other agreements we can reach that serve both our interests. Sit. Make yourself comfortable. Have a drink. We will talk business. Ida... play our guest something to help him relax. But don't think about leaving this room. Understood?"

"Yes boss." Ida says, swallowing down nervously.

A few moments later there's a sound like fingers snapping and the women attending Ida pull away. A couple of them guide him gently to rest against one of the walls and bring his instrument to his hands. A shamisen with one of its three strings broken is hardly an impressive instrument, but with two sets of breasts rubbing against his shoulders reassuringly, Ida seems motivated to do his best and begins playing. Another two girls rub along his legs, not leaving him unattended, but providing him a much more relaxing treatment than the one he was undergoing just moments prior.

A second snap brings the attention of the remaining two apparitions. One gets on her hands and knees and arches her back behind you, and it soon becomes clear she's presenting herself to be the seat Ishiwata wishes you to take. The second gets on her knees beside you, her hands on her lap, shoulders forward so that her arms squeeze her breasts close together. Her cleavage holds a glass of liquor as she fulfils the role of a drink stand for your convenience.

"What are you waiting for? Sit." Ishiwata's voice commands from the portrait once again, his patience obviously thinning. "Do you scorn my hospitality as much as you do my generosity?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Given the characterization provided by Ayuri, it did not surprise Tomoki that Ishiwata, or the entity wearing his likeness, was a rather uncouth man. All the talk of commerce and pursuit of profit struck the young sorcerer as rather beneath him, given his more traditional sensibilities. But his duty was that of an exorcist before it was a high-minded aristocrat of the old order, and the focus on greed and possession offered him an in with the creature. If he could find an angle into this strange situation and work it, he could gather more information and have a greater chance at dispelling the debauchery still infesting the Blossom Garden's halls. There certainly seemed to be a lot going on, whether it was Mura's involvement in holding the haunting at bay, Ishiwata's strange attachment to Ida, and of course, whatever made Ida so very important to his captor. It would be difficult to get to the bottom of the former two, but the first mark on the agenda was a clear sore spot for Ishiwata. It could serve as his leverage, as the wannabe oni had so crudely put it.

"Just because I will not negotiate on one point does not mean I lack the inclination to negotiate at all, Ishiwata-sama. If I were to wander into your establishment and offer to purchase the Blossom Garden outright, you would surely deny me, would you not? But if I were to inquire into one specific part of the Blossom Garden, and offer something of greater value to you than what you would lose in that exchange, surely you would be more liable to agree. That is the nature of good business."

The lewd 'refreshments' were certainly a little rattling, and though he could not say he wished to debase the phantoms around him in such a way, he could not well offend the temperamental man again. Tomoki rested himself gently atop the back of the woman before him and reached down to thoughtfully stroke the cheek of the woman holding his drink, if only as an excuse to not sip from the cup, appearing instead most enamored with the woman holding it in the meanwhile.

"You seem to have quite the vexing problem. A co-manager who does not agree with your vision of the Garden. Prudent man that you seem to be, I am sure you would be rid of her the moment you could... if you could do so. But for reasons I need not pry into, it seems you cannot banish this influence from your halls."

Tomoki pulled his gaze from the demure woman before him for a moment, smiling sweetly towards the portrait and musician both.

"As it so happens, I believe I can help in this matter. I came to the Blossom Garden at the behest of that most desirable woman you inquired into. She seemed to have a passing fondness for the previous proprietor of this establishment—who I believe to be the specter so hindering your efforts—and asked that I use my expertise in certain rites to put that spirit to rest, such that she could move on to the afterlife with satisfaction."

It was not exactly a lie, granted. Suguro wanted nothing less than to make up for her failings by ensuring that Mura, who had very likely perished or otherwise transformed by the tragedy at the Blossom, could pass on without regret. That she could likely only be bid to do such a thing with Ishiwata's own influence purged was a matter the malignant spirit needed not to know. All that mattered for Tomoki's purposes was pressing the notion of a Blossom Garden deprived of her influence, however lingering.

"You are an intelligent man, Ishiwata-sama, so I will not bother playing coy about it: I want to make Suguro-san my woman. She is the perfect combination of maturity and elegance, well-suited for my tastes. I would have her as the mother of my children, or at least, one of the mothers of my children. So I cannot, as a matter of course, part with her. But it seems to me while our interests in Suguro-san cannot be reconciled, our ultimate goals are quite compatible. If I hurry Mura-san into the next world, Suguro-san will fall easily into my arms in gratitude. And without Mura-san's influence haunting the halls, you will no longer have such a... difficult co-habitation, ahead of you."

The malicious nature of his words felt wrong, dirty even, and yet on some level, on a debased level that seemed almost inherent to him in some way, natural. It stood to reason it might be. The blood of truly wicked devils, the sort of creatures that Ishiwata could only hope to play at being, pumped through his veins. If he could channel even a fraction of his forebearer's avarice, perhaps his performance could be made all the more believable. As long as one paid no heed to just where that avarice had landed them, in the end.

"So, I propose cooperation in place of exchange. You help me commune with Mura-san, I free you of her obstruction. I leave with my women, each of them unmolested and unharmed, and in return for being rid of the limiter on your great enterprise... you give me Ayuri. There is something about her I find... stimulating," There was at least something genuine to be had in that, though whether Ishiwata could follow up on such a thing, he could not say, "Unless, of course, you could not bring yourself to part with her. I would take Ida-sama as an acceptable substitute. They are both musicians, of course, and while Ida-sama lacks some of her more... enjoyable assets, I would be lying if I said I did not find his pathetic squirming rather endearing."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The occasional grumble of contemplation drifts its way through the room, though the expression on the portrait remains largely unchanged throughout your proposal. Offering no vocal inputs on his own part, Ishiwata's silence is filled in by the currently limited range of Ida's musical accompaniment and the occasional moans and gasps of the two young women serving as living furniture at your convenience.

Ida does however perk up once your offer is finished and you mention is service would be a suitable substitute of that of Ayuri should your first request not be met. He sits up right, his music halting for a moment. "Sounds like a good deal, boss! With Mura gone, you don't need to worry about keeping me in here! And Ayuri's always wanted to take up my responsibility in the parlour anyway. Maybe she can take on my role... she'd be quite the attraction to this place, wouldn't she? And while I'm out and about I could spread the word of how great this place is. I'm sure lots of guys would-"

"Silence, Ida." Ishiwata's voice bellows out once more, followed by a deep sigh. "What would you do without me? You've only half a head on your shoulders and its filled with lecherous nonsense. Seems you were made with looks and looks alone. Best you stay here. Let me look after you, like I always have. You'd only end up getting hurt out there."

Ishiwata would almost sound considerate and caring, were his voice not tinged so deeply with a condescending attitude and overt possessiveness. Though it does perhaps indicate more of what Ishiwata's feelings, or at least the feelings of the man he used to be, are towards Ida. A possibly one sides obsession that the handsome musician found beneficial to play along with. It would certainly explain why he seemed to favour Ida as being the Garden's musician despite Ayuri having, at the very least, equitable talent and a greater work ethic.

Either way, Ishiwata's attention returns to you with his pet musician quieting down once again and returning to his little tune. "So, that explains things a great deal then. A pity those women you came here with aren't up for purchase, but it seems you have something far greater to offer me. Hmm... very well, Mura has been an awful pain in my side for far too long. Even before the wicked bitch saw fit to try and curse me. Well, we all see how that's panning out for her. Though this is a lot for me to take on your word alone. I will uphold my end of this bargain only once I am satisfied that Mura's presence has been purged from this place. Then and only then will you be permitted to take your women, and Ayuri, with you as you leave."

Ishiwata falls silent for a few moments before a curious, murmuring grumble fills the room. "Ahh..." he draws out the sound, before speaking again. "But how to get Mura to show herself so you can carry out this task? This woman with a connection to her... the geisha... perhaps there is some way to use her to draw Mura out. The old bitch is a little addled in her current state, but a familiar face might be just what it takes to help her refocus. And with her attention upon this geisha, perhaps I will be able to show in person to help you in your exorcism. Listen here, shrewd young sorcerer. Give me the cards that you have won, those specifically belonging to this geisha's set. Set them as an offering upon my shrine. I give you my word as a business man I will not defile her, nor put her to work for my guests. I doubt now that Mura would let me should I even want to. Then... well... I suspect Mura will let herself be known very quickly and you should have little difficulty in finding her."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

So it was by Mura's hand that the musician found himself so imprisoned by Ishiwata, was it? That was interesting. Was it that Mura had some grudge against this young man, who seemed so key to the events at the Blossom Garden? Or was it the fact he was, indeed, the key that Ishiwata was made so possessive over him, to the point that he had to jealously guard Ida from his rival? Something to inquire into. Given the duress he was under, Ida would surely divulge any necessary details to secure his escape, but Ishiwata did not seem the type to budge even a single inch on that matter. He would need to find another way to secure some alone time with the lecherous shamisen player.

Mura would surely be able to provide some answers, were she as coherent as Ishiwata, though his comments did leave Tomoki in doubt as to whether or not that could be the case. He played at consideration for a few moments, though in truth he already knew the answer—without knowing what the cards represented, broadly, he could not entrust them to anybody. Only a fool took a yōkai at his word, and even before he could have been considered a yōkai, Ishiwata was not described as an especially honorable man. There was no doubt in his mind that had he actually gone about exorcizing Mura first, Ishiwata would hastily backpedal on his promise and enslave Suguro and his sisters with whatever unchecked influence he had.

"You wound me, Ishiwata-sama. First, you doubt the goodness of my own word, and then you ask I wager something so precious on the goodness of yours? This is not proving to be an equitable exchange," It did not surprise him that the being did not consider such a thing, given how domineering he tended to be, but it was an important thing to point out in any case, used to deflect potential suspicion on his true intentions, "I know only that these cards can only be used to secure these women for a sensual encounter. You would have me offer these to another? On only the vaguest promise that they will not be used for something so untoward?"

Either he could use this to haggle some more information forward or redirect the demon's attention. Either one served his purposes.

"I am led to believe Mura-san was quite the bleeding heart, in her heyday. She had an affection for... broken, battered young women. Maidens with nowhere in the world left to go, scared and alone. Suguro-san is no longer the same scared maiden she was when Mura-san scooped her up, so many years ago. Perhaps we might be able to play on that protective instinct without involving her former protege? There must surely be other bait to use."

The sorcerer adjusted his position atop the woman as if to get more comfortable against her back, though in doing so caused his poorly fixed kimono to spill open all the more, the left fold falling around the delicate angle of his shoulder and revealing the porcelain-like skin below, the gentle curve of his chest and pinkness of his nipple exposed, the match for any pretty young flower in the Garden.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your words bring a return to Ishiwata's angered growl filling the room, starting as a low rumble before rising enough that he needs to breath deep to calm himself. Despite the mouth on the portrait not moving, you feel a rush of hot air as he hisses and presumably flares his nostrils at this turn of events. "You try my patience, sorcerer." he snarls.

Ida's tune wavers, his fingers freezing up and misplaying a few notes as he looks towards the portrait wide eyed. He shrinks behind his instrument, clearly recognising this tone in Ishiwata and not at all enjoying the prospect of it returning. The air in the room seems to stiffen, filling with violent intent and with it a growing heat that dries the air.

"Do you expect me to conjure bait out of thin air? How much of this plan must be of my doing? If you will not even offer me this much then all you do is waste my time. I would have dealt with Mura myself by now if I had half as much flexibility as you seem to think I do. Maybe I should do away with any deals, and merely wait for the right time to claim you and your compatriots for..."

He pauses, the sense of overwhelming fury that had been building up from the direction of the portrait subsiding, the temperature of the room seemingly soothing down. "Well... perhaps I am being too hasty. If you are so sure that Mura would come to the aid of any maiden that finds herself in peril... then we can make do with what we have right here."

The sound of fingers snapping fills the room once more and all of the women attending you and Ida stand to attention, including the one you are perched upon, throwing you to the floor. A second snap has them move to all stand around the room's edges, cutting off any path to escape as they stare vacantly in towards you and Ida.

"Ida... Perhaps you complain because you tire of bedding the same women over and over again. Perhaps you need a new partner to wet your appetite." Ishiwata's voice coaxes Ida on, the musician looking to you with admittedly some degree of lust but mainly exhaustion and despair.

"N-no... I couldn't... Boss, please... I've just... I wouldn't even be able to..." he says, staggering to his feet as best as he can but leaning against the wall for support.

Ishiwata growls once more, that same tension returning to the room. "Ida... Don't make me do this myself. You know that's difficult right now when Mura is resisting me. I'll need a little help, and you don't seem to enjoy it when I do things that way."

Ida takes a step back. "No, I... please... I'll do it... just... give me some time... please..."

"Not this time, Ida. Let's not leave our guest waiting any longer."

Ishiwata's voice fades out into laughter that fills the room more and more, yet the image on the portrait seems to fade away entirely, leaving a blank canvas behind. Ida doubles over, his hands clutching his head as he starts to growl and writhe in agony. Then, before your eyes, you see his skin redden, horn emerge from his scalp, his body thicken, his cock grow in girth and length. His screaming stops, replaced with the laughter that was echoing in the room but now comes solely from Ida's lips. Or rather lips that now look like a cross between Ida's and the tusked and fanged visage of Ishiwata.

One arm swiftly reaches out and grabs you by your hair, pulling you close against him, his grip inhumanly strong. Hot breath falls against your face as he grins down at you. When he speaks, his voice is clearly that of Ishiwata.

"Ready to play your part? Or am I going to have to force you?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Years of expectation and training in courtesy and poise were useful things for Tomoki at that moment, for it allowed him to mask the small sense of triumph he felt at the scene unfolding before him. Not an especially excited sense of triumph, for truly, the task ahead would have been much easier to dispatch had Ida been able to perform his duties as a man without the intervention of Ishiwata. But that intervention allowed Tomoki to gain vital insight as to the nature of the haunting before him. However powerful Ishiwata seemed to consider himself, it was clear he could not directly influence the world without the use of a vessel. Whether or not Ida had provided himself willingly to this entity as that vessel, he could not say, but it was an important weakness all the same and explained why he was so very possessive over the young man, fearful that his rival would somehow spirit the lad away and leave him within the shrine he was trapped.

If he could be forced out of Ida's body, his influence would surely be hindered. Separate the two, and perhaps Mura would find her way to them all herself. Of course, such a thing might have been easier said than done; especially as the slender young fellow before him shrieked and morphed into a much more imposing version of himself. As intimidating a sight as it was, though, it did not rattle Tomoki's resolve too much. He was never going to be a physical match for the supernatural, like Haru-nee. His victory was never going to be in overpowering anybody.

"Ai!" The feeling of this new hybrid grabbing roughly his messy ponytail coaxed quite a genuine cry from Tomoki, who, despite being quite the actor, truly was a delicate and sensitive young man, "I-Ishiwata-sama, please! Not so rough!"

The tears forming in the corner of his eyes surely helped to sell his 'act', as did his heavy breathing, as he looked up wide-eyed at the building's proprietor. Part of him truly wondered whether his plan would work as explained. It was a simple method of deflecting attention from Suguro, but if Mura was truly the sort of woman described if she truly did remain a potent enough threat to have cursed and entrapped this entity, perhaps she truly would appear. If that were the case, well, he'd have to put on enough of a show to invoke her sympathy. Or her wrath, as it were.

And if not... well, he had his methods for handling such matters on his own. Especially if Ishiwata was as easily provoked—and enticed—as he seemed. His voice took on a decidedly desperate, and especially feminine tone as he continued to plea, reaching up with slender fingers to try and pry at crimson beast's digits as they coiled into his thick, dark hair.

"I... I shouldn't have defied you, Ishiwata-sama! I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise! Just, please, don't force me! I'm not ready for this sort of thing!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

You apparent submission causes Ishiwata's smile to widen and eyes glint with hunger as he looks over your svelte body. He tugs at your hair once more to make sure your head was tilted up to face his taller, looming visage. His body pressed against yours, his skin warm to the touch. He leans down and runs his tongue along your cheek and neck before pulling back to snarl at you possessively. His cock throbbing and growing enough to rival even your prodigious length, and perhaps even grow to surpass it if it continued to grow at this rate. It was certainly thicker. He seemed uninterested in comparing cock sizes, however, and was more interested in exploring the rest of your body.

He spins you around and forces you against the wall beside his shrine. His heft cock slaps against your back as he grips you, one hand tightly wrapping a fist around your hair, while the other grabs hold of one of your hips. "Shut up, slut." he says, spitting on your back. "If you really want to be a good girl for me, then you'll do as I say. Maybe Mura will show up... maybe not... either way... I think I'll keep you when we're done. Once I've had my fun breaking you in and training you, you can sit in the corner and watch while I do the same to those girls you wanted to keep to yourself. You can jerk off thinking about how you should have taken my generous offer... maybe then your dick would see some use... but from now on, that cock of yours is useless. Understood?"

His hand pulls from your hip and smacks against your ass as he awaits a response. He laughs, revelling in his physical superiority over you as he holds you against the wall, occasionally tugging at your ponytail to get you to arch your back in ways he enjoyed watching. His cock had grown even more while resting against your back and you felt just how far up it reach and how much it weighed down on you. While he may not be the overwhelming spiritual threat he pretends to be, Ishiwata was certainly physically formidable.

Then you felt him trail his tip down, leaving behind dribbles of hot pre along your back before he started to spread your cheeks apart so his tip could prod against your back door. He laughs as he starts to buck his hips, roughly shoving his cockhead forward with nothing but his pre to use as lube to ease his tip in as he starts to stretch your entrance open.

"Your body certainly looks very fuckable, sorcerer. Lets see if it feels it too."

His tip starts to spread you open more as he pushes his way in. Then after one, two, three thrusts and shakes of his hips he pushes past the initial resistance of your rear and starts to buck in a couple of inches of his cock, grunting triumphantly as each following thrust drives him a bit deeper into you.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Tomoki offered only a mixture of terrified obedience and demure submission as the possessed musician began to explore his body with reckless abandon, first with his eyes and then with his tongue. He gasped at the sensation, the whimpered as he felt it drag along his sensitive neck. Another yank caused him to cry out, and the young sorcerer could only redirect his gaze as the huge, heavy demon cock curved up to kiss him along his tummy, joining his own shamefully erect cock there, each obscene member looking a match for the other. But it didn't seem that most masculine of implements that he possessed was something the would-be ogre was interested in. Instead, he seemed much more interested in the lithe, feminine body it hung from. Another gasp punctuated his body being shoved so roughly against the wall, the feeling of a hot, throbbing, monstrous cock landing between his plump cheeks along with a wad of equally steamy spit.

"N-No! That wasn't what we agreed to! I... I don't want this! Stop it!"

Whether the pounding in his chest was one of genuine fear or genuine arousal, Tomoki could not tell, but it certainly lent an aura of authenticity to his pleading, squirming against the powerful grip that held his hair in thrall all the while.

"We'll leave! We won't bother you anymore, just, just let me go! Stop!" His breath caught in his throat as he felt the demon, having grown bored with simply taunting him, instead pressed the head of his cock to the tight, inviting ring of his ass, "No! Not there! I'll use my mouth, okay? For as long as you want. I'll suck your cock so just d—doooohhnt!"

As he felt his bottom yielding to the coming invader, Tomoki could not help but lose track of his words. The first stroke did not get very far, as a matter of course, but the one to follow it saw more and more of his body claimed. He fought it at first, as best he could, clenching and squeezing for however much as it helped. But between the slickness of the spirit's pre-cum, and the soft, pliable nature of his body, it was no use. Every subsequent pump of Ishiwata's hips rewarded him with another inch or two of clearance, more and more of his infernal shaft being welcomed in the hot, clinging, milking vice that was Tomoki's hole.

"No! P... haa... Please, pull it out! It's... It's too big! It hurts!" Tears streamed from his face as he cried out, his body shuddering as he felt himself unable to fight back against the sudden pressure that accompanied each rut forward, his shaft throbbing in time with every gasp and clench, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop it!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

You hear more of Ishiwata's laughter in the face of your pleading. His cock drives forward, the strength of the possessed body behind it spreading your tight hole open more and more as his thick member reaches deeper still within you. You can feel the inhuman ridges and bumps that run along the cock's length grinding against your inner walls, each one adding to the intense sensation of being filled by this fat dick. His hand grips tightly on your thigh and pulls back, forcing you to move your hips to meet his thrusts. Couples with the force of the movement of his own hips, your body is soon been knocked back and forth by the increasingly regular pace of his thrusts, being bounced between the wall and his crotch.

"Pathetic." Ishiwata snarls between grunts as he enjoys the feeling of his cock claiming more inches of your rear. "To come into my house, defile my possessions and spur my generosity - yet your so little of a man that you're reduced to begging and pleading at the first showing of real power you experience."

His hand on your hair roughly pushes your head forward against the wall, tilting it to the side so he can lean in and peer into your eye. "Face it. In body and mind, you're a slut through and through. You're probably glad I've decided to fuck you, aren't you? I'm giving you exactly what you came here for."

His tongue runs against your cheek once again, before he pulls back and starts slamming into you with double the pace from before. His cock now relentlessly drills into you from behind, pummelling its way to your very core as your body opens up almost eagerly for him. He laughs in triumph, a hand occasionally smacking your ass as if to encourage you to buck your hips faster for him as he pounds you out against the wall.

"So tight... I can feel your body reshaping itself to take me... your tight hole really wants all of my cock in there. Its getting easier and easier each thrust. Its like you're asshole is trying to suck my cock into it. Such a fucking slut!"

Sure enough, he's deep enough in you now for his hips to slap against your rear, and on the heavier swings his balls will also slap against your own.

"I wonder if the sluts you came with will be just as eager to take my cock. Which of them should I start with, do you think? That geisha you wanted to knock up? Maybe she'll make a better mother for my children... oh, but I'm feeling myself more eager to break in those virgins... get them started on some very thorough training right away. Maybe I'll knock them all up and have you look after the brats. How do you like the sound of our new deal, slut?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"No... I don't... I don't want this..."

The deeper and faster Ishiwata plowed into him, the softer, less intelligible Tomoki's words grew. His eyes, so bright and focused before, grew all the more dull and unfocused as he felt himself being fucked, no, being rutted right there in the middle of the Blossom Garden, treated no better than a common whore, like all the other girls who had fallen victim to its trap. His body, so sensitive, could hardly hold up against the assault of a big, strong, virile male like the demonic spirit that had built such a den. Every time Ishwata pumped his hips forward, claiming ever more of his tight, welcoming insides, he felt himself sinking a little further into the raw, needy, primal oblivion of such a rut. His hips started to pump backward against the invader taking him so roughly, the lovely, round curve of his petite ass coming to clap against the hirsute abdomen thrusting so diligently toward him.

"S... Stop it... please... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry.. ahhh..."

His pleas were little more than whimpers as the inhuman length carved into him until there was nothing less than submission and pleasure. His member throbbed mightily with every single stroke, slapping against the flat of his stomach every time the powerful demon that mounted him pushed forward, often meeting the phallic outline of the shape that so thoroughly bulged his abdomen at the height of every ball-clapping thrust. By the time their nuts began to collide, the fat head of his masculinity had begun to drool huge, heavy strands of pre-cum, egged on by the impossibly, incredibly, toe-curlingly pleasurable sensation of his most treasured spot being ground over and over and over.

"We shouldn't... haahh! Have... have come... come here... Ooh... Ooh, fuck! Cumming... Cumming! I'm going to cum! Haaa! Ahhhh!~"

His sweet, delicate fingers clawing for any succor they could find, Tomoki grasped madly at the nearby shrine as the demon continued to piston into him like some great fuck machine. His back, already forced into an arch prettily by the yanking on his glossy black hair, arched all the harder as he felt the knot that seemed to grow in his midsection with every mind-numbing rut begin to shred apart. And when the pressure finally snapped, his eyes went wide and he cried out in nothing less than girlish shame as he felt the pleasure hit him all at once, his member throbbing once, twice, three times, then firing the first of many, many heavy ropes of seed. They sailed through the air between him and the finely varnished wood, forced to arc upwards by the position his captor held him in, each rope proving a suitably profane-looking accompaniment for the unholy shrine.

And while he doubtlessly found no mercy from Ishiwata, who would doubtlessly continue to use him throughout his quickly achieved release, enjoying the involuntary clenching and milking that his accommodating boi-pussy could offer, Tomoki took the few moments of clarity that followed the end to his quizzically masculine deluge to gasp out a few words, before the oversensitivity drove him back to squealing like a virginal girl.

"Y-You win! I'll do whatever, haah~, wh-whatever you want! Just... stop it!" It was difficult to turn his head, given the grip on his scalp, but he tried valiantly none-the-less, exercising his flexible nature to try and meet the demon's eyes, such that he could see the tears, sweat and drool running down his conquest's desperate face, "Just... stop here... D... Don't cum inside me, Ishiwata-samaaaahhh... Please... aahh~... I can't take it... I'll break..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As Ishiwata claps his hips against your rear, his cock filling you up and stretching you out deeply enough to push the shape of his bulge out against your belly as if trying to meet the bouncing slaps of your own lengthy and hard cock as it smeared some of your own cum against your stomach, his hand disentangles itself from your hair only to reach around and grasp at your throat. The grip is firm, not enough to choke you but to make your place clear as he tilts your head back, pulling your body against his broad chest as the thrust of his cock starts to lift you off your feet. Your left dangling in the air, your tick spraying your release out before you as you are bounced helplessly on his demonic shaft while he forces you to look up at his sneering face . His thumb and forefinger pinch your cheeks, forcing your lips into an obscenely lewd 'O' as he laughs in the face of you melting before his power.

"Stop here? But you're enjoying it so much. Can't you feel it, slut... how much your body yearns to be claimed by me." He closes his eyes, grunting for a few moments as you can see the satisfaction on his lips as he enjoys the feeling of your tight back door rolling and bucking around his hard cock - your body doing everything it good as if by its own will to please him.

"Break for me, sorcerer! Leave behind nothing but your slutty body. Let your weak, pathetic mind shatter and dissolve. You'll be so easy to remould to my perfect little play slut. I wonder how much money you'll make for me... how many men will flock here to pay to use your holes for their own pleasure... how long it'll take before you forget your old life completely."

His tusked lips lean down, finding yours, the fangs and tusks digging against your cheeks as he forces his long, hot, flexible tongue into your mouth. His hot breath fills your lungs as his tongue delves deep into its exploration of you, thick enough to leave you gagging on a mix of his and your saliva. Your mouth is left watering, almost overfull, with his spit as he pulls back laughing triumphantly on the expression he sees before him on your face.

"Do you hear that?" he asks, lifting one hand from your hips to raise to his ear. "Hear anything at all? I don't. No enraged Mura coming to save you... seems your plan might have been a bust after all. All I hear is an easily conquered slut ready to take the first load of many from her new master."

He lets out an inhuman roar as his hand returns to your hips to guide them down faster against his cock as he bounces you at his most relentless pace yet. He continues to roar out as his hips slam into you hard enough to leave your cheeks reddened with force. This builds and builds, longer than you would have first expected, until eventually he slams in deep and shoves your face against the wall once more, right into dollop of your own released seed that had sprayed to the side of his shrine. He holds you there, smearing your cheek against your own cum, as he starts to pump shot after shot into you. The thick, hot seed fills you to to the point of bloating and you can here the occasional splatter of some of it spilling past his shaft and falling to the floor below you, right beneath where your toes tangle helplessly above the ground.