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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 10 – Reconciliation with a Priestess

Chapter summary: Byakuya and Sayaka grapple with the events at the Shinto priestess’ shrine, then get wet and wild with each other in the bath of Naraku’s dark castle. Meanwhile, Naraku makes ready to bring a certain other incarnation of his back to life, one even sexier than Byakuya…
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            A few minutes after Naraku left him and Sayaka alone in Sayaka’s demonically corrupted bath house, a nude, cum-drenched Byakuya summoned the will to move and he rose from the bath house’s demon flesh covered floor. He stood up unsteadily, heavy globs of Naraku’s semen slipping down his bare, muscular body. His long, sable mane was completely saturated with the stuff, as well, the creamy liquid aftermath of the depraved ordeal that he and his master had subjected Sayaka and her girls to.
            As evidence of the sexual crime he had committed, Byakuya’s now-softened cock still glistened with a heavy coat of Sayaka’s vaginal fluids. At the same time, she still carried a large amount of his powerful demon seed in her belly. That seed had found her egg and with his demonic senses, Byakuya could perceive the life now growing within her womb. With regret roiling in his cobalt blue eyes, he looked down at Sayaka as she sat unconscious in the pool of spring water turned pure semen that Naraku had left behind. With great revulsion, he then looked over at the lovely elder miko’s younger priestesses as Naraku’s demonic flesh continued to bond their nude, lifeless bodies to the bath house wall, meaty tentacle cocks still twitching and oozing in their mouths, pussies, and asses.
            Naraku had killed the young women by injecting his semen directly into their lungs, sharing their drowning deaths with Sayaka telepathically so as to inflict maximum psychological damage on her. Even if he hadn’t drowned the girls, they would have simply asphyxiated on the tentacle cocks clogging their mouths and throats. In a fit of uncontrollable anger, Byakuya attacked Naraku for it, as Naraku’s control over him failed briefly, but violently by the outrage he felt the moment the women died. The wind demon could do nothing for them now, though, as he knew that Naraku would not allow him to disturb their bodies in any way. Naraku wanted InuYasha and his friends to find the mikos exactly as they were, to see just one of the many horrible things he planned to do to them.
            Byakuya recognized that even though he had attacked Naraku, Naraku charged him with securing Sayaka anyway. Clearly, the oni lord knew that he would not defy him further. Sayaka and her purifying reiki were key to allowing Naraku to survive his Shikon-induced illness, and Naraku’s survival was his own. Therefore, besides being mentally conditioned to serve Naraku, if he wanted to live, he would do as the demon lord ordered and take Sayaka to his dark castle.
            Fighting his own disgust, the male wind demon stepped down into the semen pool and reached into the hot, pulsating reproductive fluid to scoop Sayaka’s naked body up and out of it, taking her into his arms. His youkai strength allowed him to hold her weight with ease and he pulled her to his bare chest, finding some small comfort in the warmth and softness of her body pressing against his own. Of course, he found not only comfort, but sexual pleasure, as well, his animalistic demonic urges still pining for her by the breeding heat.
            Between his thighs, Byakuya felt his cock beginning to swell back up out of reflex; Sayaka was strong, healthy, and utterly beautiful. Her smooth, creamy white skin concealed a sleek and very powerful female musculature, clearly built from years of disciplined nutrition and physical training. Her breasts were quite impressive, as well, each one far more than even Byakuya’s large male hands could cover. Beyond her physical beauty, the miko was fertile and now she carried Byakuya’s child, the ultimate purpose of the wind demon’s breeding heat accomplished. Consequently, he still felt highly attracted to her. By Sayaka’s great spiritual power, though, Byakuya predicted that when she woke up, there would be Hell to pay and he was not certain that he would survive her wrath.
            Cradling Sayaka carefully, Byakuya stepped out of the semen pool with a heavy, dripping slosh. Using his limited telekinesis, he willed one of his magic origami cranes to slip out of a pocket in his cum-soaked haori as it lay crumpled up on the possessed bath house’s fleshy floor. The crane rose into the air and floated out of the bath house through its open front door, enlarging in size until it reached a length of ten feet and a wingspan of fifteen. Byakuya stepped out of the bath house to lay Sayaka into the crane, then returned to grab both his own clothes and her red-and-white miko outfit. He didn’t bother to dress either her or himself, though, simply tossing their clothes into the crane in a heap. Both their clothes and their bodies were still drenched and dripping with Naraku’s thick white seed. Their clothes were in dire need of a wash and their bodies were in similarly dire need of a bath, in actual water this time.
            Byakuya remembered that the blast from one of Sayaka’s purifying arrows had ripped his sword from his hand and cast it off into the forest outside the shrine. He still had the sword’s scabbard in his possession and he held it upright, pointing its narrow opening toward the sky. Dozens of yards away, his sword lay motionless in the place upon the mossy forest floor where it had landed. Once Byakuya lifted its scabbard to the sky, it vibrated visibly and rose into the air, summoned by the scabbard’s silent call. It leveled with the ground and flew hilt-first through the forest at great speed, stopping when it flew over Byakuya’s head. It then oriented itself vertically, its hilt pointing at the sky, and descended to slide perfectly into its scabbard.
            Reunited with his sword, Byakuya stepped into his giant origami crane, kneeling beside Sayaka inside it and ensuring that their weight was distributed evenly along its centerline, so as to avoid unfavorable flight characteristics. Like his predecessor Kagura once might have, he summoned the wind to sweep through the courtyard between the bath house and worship hall and lift the crane into the air. The crane twirled in a slow, horizontal spin as it climbed and once it was high enough, Byakuya willed the wind to begin to push at its tail, directing it into fast, level, easterly flight.
            His cum-soaked hair weighed down and fluttering only slightly in the oncoming wind, Byakuya looked over one side of his crane and saw what remained of Sayaka’s village as he flew away from it. It was as a sea of flame along the dark, nighttime shore, a corpse-filled nightmare for InuYasha and his friends to happen upon. Before he left, Naraku had implanted a ‘surprise’ in each and every dead villager’s body, a surprise to be revealed in the event that Sesshomaru used his Tenseiga to resurrect them. For his part in all of it, Byakuya felt only guilt and he looked down at Sayaka herself as she lay unconscious at his side. Whether Naraku had possessed him to do it or not, he had raped her and impregnated her, to say nothing of what he had done to her junior priestesses.
            If Sayaka didn’t kill him first, Byakuya vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to somehow redeem himself to her.
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(Soundtrack: Savatage – Hall of the Mountain King)
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            A few minutes before, Naraku vanished to leave Byakuya and Sayaka alone in the miko’s bath house, disappearing by teleportation so as not to be followed by any observer whose presence he had not detected. His rejuvenated demonic body protected by one of his translucent magenta energy barriers, he reappeared over the Pacific Ocean ten miles offshore from the fishing village where Sayaka’s shrine was located. He then began to fly further east. Covering twenty miles of open sea in around fifteen minutes, he approached the rocky island upon which he had conjured his castle fortress.
            Naraku had formed his island using his evil, Shikon-fueled magic, excavating countless tons of sediment and rock from the ocean floor and piling it up, solidifying it into a foundation that could support his castle. Given the position of his island so far offshore, the ocean in the area was around 700 feet deep and so starting at the ocean floor, Naraku had built his new landmass 800 feet tall so that it rose sharply out of the sea as an ominous, 100-foot-tall, half-mile wide monolith. His castle, a copy of the one that he had usurped from the human lord Kagewaki Hitomi, sat sprawled out atop the island, its many ornate component buildings cloaked in a dark violet aura of demonic gloom. By positioning his castle far out to sea, Naraku sought to escape attention from anyone on land while serving his own vanity at the same time.
            A thousand-strong army, what had once been the castle’s defense force, stood in silent, totally motionless formations outside the castle walls, a reception for their dark master. Naraku had killed the soldiers when he took over the castle but kept their bodies around as horrifying outdoor decoration, trophies to his twisted personality. Their skin, muscle, and internal organs having long since rotted away, they were as skeletons clad in 16^th-century Japanese armor, their bones held together and kept upright not by cartilage and tendon, but by Naraku’s invisible, sinister power.
            Naraku flew over his skeleton army and descended to the castle’s central courtyard where another, smaller group of skeleton soldiers had assembled. By the ‘programming’ he had conferred upon them, they bowed silently to make their respect to him and he strode past them to enter his castle by its front shoji door. Inside the castle, more skeletons stood throughout its darkened halls in a macabre state of still life. Clad in fine silken kimonos and the like, they were the skeletons of the castle’s highest-ranking servants, advisors, and other well-to-do staff. They remained in the very places where they had perished when Naraku’s neurotoxic miasma swept through the castle as a cloudy violet gaseous flood, killing them instantly.
            Naraku had since used his dark magic to program the dead servants into complex, repeating routines, so that besides being obviously dead, they looked as if they were going about their usual business. Groups of them stood in the castle’s halls facing one another, as if in conversation, while others shambled about from place to place, carrying bundles of clothing that no one would ever wear, or bushels of long-stale rice that no one would ever eat. Still others sat at small tables to sip from empty teacups with lipless mouths while poring over old, decayed scrolls with empty eye sockets.
            Initially, Naraku kept the bodies around for his own demented amusement, but they had since come to serve him as visual reminders of what awaited him if he didn’t resolve the situation with the illness that constant, long-term exposure to the Shikon no Tama had caused him - death, and an especially pitiful one, at that. Left unchecked, his illness would cause his demonic body to eat itself alive from the inside out. The oni lord suspected that his hideous appearance when he made himself known to Sayaka was hardly the final stage of it.
            Naraku’s den lay at the back of the castle, just a few dozen feet from the island’s cliff edge. It had been the private chamber of the castle’s previous lord, but Naraku kept it sparsely furnished. The only objects upon the shoji-walled room’s hardwood floor were a few standing lanterns and a single sitting mat. The dim light of the waning moon shone into the den through a wide, open window built into the den’s back wall, and Naraku entered the den to approach it. He stood before the window and gazed out over the sea before him, listening to the sound of it crashing against his island’s jagged cliffs.
            A male’s voice, high, breathy, and quavering with thinly-restrained psychosis, spoke into Naraku’s mind, breaking Naraku’s perception of the ocean sound flowing over him. “My, Naraku, you had quite the adventure, tonight. You are one truly sick fuck - I like that.”
            The voice was that of Magatsuhi, the evil demon that resided within the Shikon no Tama. Whereas Naraku could wreak psychological havoc on InuYasha and his friends by speaking into their minds at any time, Magatsuhi could do much the same to him. Naraku prided himself on the terrible things he had done, the people he had murdered or raped, especially the women, and the pleasure he took from it all, but the concentration of sheer malevolence surrounding Magatsuhi gave even him pause.
            Naraku summoned the Shikon no Tama into a palm and raised it up to contemplate it. “Magatsuhi,” Naraku spoke aloud, regarding the evil spirit dwelling within the jewel and reciting its name with some amount of respect, even admiration for the sheer blackness of it. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
            The Shikon jewel’s aura flared and a foul mist flowed out of the jewel to coalesce and manifest itself as a disembodied face – Magatsuhi’s. Magatsuhi’s spectral form was as a grotesque Kabuki mask that floated in the air before Naraku. One of his tear-shaped, bloodshot eyes was crossed vertically with a long, thin scar, a scar made by Sesshomaru’s accursed Tenseiga, and his violet lips curled upward in a depraved grin. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Magatsuhi said, audibly this time, as opposed to telepathically. His voice was slightly warped and distorted to Naraku’s ears, as it originated from the dimension within the Shikon jewel and lost some fidelity as it traveled from one reality to another. “You may not have sensed me, but I was along for the ride, tonight. I saw what you saw, felt what you felt, and that miko slut’s ass felt very, very good.”
            “Enjoyed that, did you?” Naraku smiled, the memory of Sayaka’s tight ass sucking him off into messy orgasm still fresh in his mind.
            “Absolutely. I like nothing better than the suffering of a priestess, especially a sexy one,” Magatsuhi said. “More importantly, though, her power healed you. You’re looking much better and all the growths on your body are gone. Are you in much pain, now?”
            “Very little,” Naraku answered, raising an arm and flexing it experimentally to measure its strength. “But that will change.”
            “Yes, and you’re needing more reiki than ever,” Magatsuhi noted. “Sayaka withstood the drain, but only just. She may not be able to put up with it, next time. You’re going to need another, even more powerful miko soon. Only a few names come to my mind.”
            “Kagome…and Kikyo,” Naraku concluded.
            “What do you plan to do?” Magatsuhi asked.
            Naraku’s red eyes narrowed as he weighed his options. “Though it ended up being a lot of fun for the both of us, saving Byakuya from Sayaka earlier tonight was risky,” he said to the demon spirit before him. “Sayaka alone was powerful enough to resist Byakuya and had I not taken her by surprise, she could have given me a fair bit of trouble, enough to have forced me to withdraw. Kagome and Kikyo are even stronger than Sayaka and they have powerful friends in InuYasha, Sesshomaru, and the rest, so if I were to send Byakuya to capture either of them, he would not be likely to survive.”
            “With InuYasha, Sesshomaru, and the others, Kagome has a small army around her at all times,” Magatsuhi said. “However, Kikyo travels with only that taijiya, Kohaku. She would be the easier target.”
            “True. But Kikyo may be even more powerful than Kagome, and Kohaku isn’t a boy anymore, but a man. Together, they are lethal,” Naraku replied. “Against them, Byakuya will need help.”
            “Oh, send me with him,” Magatsuhi almost begged. “I owe Kohaku a slow, painful death for when he used that chain-scythe of his on me. I’ll kill him, take his jewel shard, then eat him.   After that, Byakuya and I can capture Kikyo. We’ll accomplish three goals at once.”
            “That’s tempting, but spawning your last body accelerated my illness and I seem to remember Sesshomaru dispatching you with ease,” Naraku denied. “No, you will remain with me. Instead, I will send with Byakuya a certain, other incarnation of mine.”
            “What incarnation?” Magatsuhi protested. “Byakuya is the only one you have.”
            Naraku gave an insidious chuckle. “For the moment. Come with me.”
            Intrigued, Magatsuhi dissolved his spectral form back into the Shikon jewel and Naraku absorbed the jewel back into his body, so as to carry Magatsuhi’s spirit with him. The demon lord then turned away from his den’s ocean-view window and walked to a square trap-door in the den’s hardwood floor. It flung open by his telekinetic command and he levitated himself down though it into his castle’s labyrinthine underbelly. The door then slammed shut, sealing him in pitch darkness.
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            After flying over open sea atop his giant paper crane for around half an hour, Byakuya saw his master’s gloomy, monolithic island castle appear on the horizon below him. He felt some relief at the sight, knowing that he could soon bathe and rid himself and Sayaka of all the semen still clinging to them. He also felt trepidation, not only for what Sayaka might say or do to him when she awoke, but for what Naraku might say or do. The wind demon had attacked his creator openly and brazenly, as his predecessor Kagura once might have, and he knew that the act would not go unpunished.
            Byakuya leaned forward in his crane, shifting his weight along its centerline and causing it to descend toward Naraku’s castle. Once he was inside its reach, Naraku’s magenta energy barrier reformed around the island, preventing anyone else from entering or leaving. He landed in the same courtyard where Naraku himself had several minutes before, and he took Sayaka into his arms again to step out of his crane. Immediately, he found himself and the unconscious miko he held surrounded by a dozen of Naraku’s hideous skeleton solders. The soldiers’ jaws dropped open and snapped closed in threatening chatter as they reached out to Sayaka with their bony hands, as if to take her from him.
            Byakuya bristled at the prospect of giving Sayaka over to the skeletons. Even if she wasn’t exactly his wife, intended mate, or whatever InuYasha and Kagome regarded each other as, she carried his child and his demonic instincts urged him to protect her, even if his survival meant allowing Naraku to drain her of her reiki on a regular basis. “Get back,” he sneered dangerously. “I’ll be keeping her with me, thank you very much.”
            By the limited intelligence that Naraku had granted them, the skeletons seemed to understand Byakuya’s resolve and the lethal intent behind it. They shrank before him, allowing him to pass. Holding Sayaka close to his chest, the male wind demon strode past them and through the castle’s shoji doorway, proceeding directly to the nearest bath chamber. At his extrasensory command, his giant paper crane followed after him, carrying his clothes, Sayaka’s clothes, and his sword. It folded its triangular wings so as to fit through the castle’s door and the halls beyond it. Byakuya and Sayaka were still drenched with Naraku’s semen, and only after he had cleaned them up and washed their clothes would the wind demon seek out his dark master.
            The bath chamber that Byakuya came upon was a room of shoji walls built around an onsen of mineral-rich spring water. It was lit with four standing lanterns, one in each corner of the chamber, their flickering glow giving the clean, steamy bath a quiet, relaxing atmosphere. Ordinarily, onsen were natural freshwater outlets for geothermal energy, found throughout Japan’s home islands due to their volcanic activity. However, the artificial nature of Naraku’s island and its position out at sea meant that the freshwater in the spring and the energy heating it were both of Naraku’s creation. The water rose up into the spring from a reservoir deep within the island, heated and purified in a practical application of the demon lord’s dark magic.
            Byakuya stepped down into the bath to lower himself and Sayaka into its waist-deep water. His crane entered the bath chamber with him and it settled onto its floor to shrink to its former tiny size, leaving the clothes and sword it carried laying on the floor within easy reach from the water. Byakuya sighed in relief at the water’s cleanliness and warmth as it began to dissolve Naraku’s semen from his skin. The bath had an underwater shelf for several people to sit comfortably upon and Byakuya sat Sayaka down upon it, laying her back so that she reclined in a stable position against the bath’s wooden edge.
            The male wind demon retrieved a wash bucket that sat on the bath’s edge. It contained soap and a few washcloths, which Byakuya used to form a soapy lather and begin to clean himself of Naraku’s seed. He immersed himself completely underwater to clean out his long, glossy black hair, leaving it as a sopping wet but finally clean mass that clung to his bare back when he resurfaced.
            Once he finished bathing himself, Byakuya looked back to Sayaka. The miko’s body was still drenched in Naraku’s semen and Byakuya reasoned that since she was probably going to be violently angry with him one way or another, he might as well bathe her, too. Even if it couldn’t possibly make up for what had happened at her shrine, removing Naraku’s vile essence from her would be at least a small courtesy, one less grievance for her to awake to.
            Byakuya took a clean washcloth from his bucket and lathered it up with soap as he had done with the last one. He then moved to Sayaka’s side in the water and began to apply the cloth to her skin with one hand, using the other to hold her still and keep himself from pushing her out of place. He started at her face and worked his way downward over her beck and chest. As he bathed her, he felt his cheeks flushing and heart speeding up as his arousal mounted by her warmth, softness, and incredible beauty. He did his best to avoid staring too long at her ample breasts, fondling her, or even stealing a kiss, but the breeding heat had him firmly in its grip and his cock began to twitch and swell in renewed interest, filling out to its full length and girth with very little provocation. He found it necessary to turn his hips away from her to keep himself from prodding her with his hard organ.
            Byakuya’s hand trembled as it ventured lower over Sayaka’s breasts. He cleaned each one as quickly as he could so as to limit his contact with that especially alluring area of her body, but even those brief moments strained his discipline. As he moved his hand from her right breast to her left, he could feel her heart beating slow and steady under his palm, and he imagined himself doing…things to her to get it racing with female pleasure. His breathing becoming more labored, the wind demon tore his hand away from the miko’s ample breast and slipped it beneath the water to press it to her belly, cleaning it hurriedly in wide, rapid circular motions.
            Then, Byakuya felt it, the mass of life force that Naraku had forced him to plant in Sayaka’s belly. He closed his eyes and stilled his hand, focusing his senses so as to contemplate the life, the child growing in the miko’s human womb. It was more energy than mass at that point, registering to Byakuya’s demonic senses little more than a tiny, shining beacon of light, but still, it was growing. This proof of her fertility spoke volumes to his demonic instincts, exciting him even further. Suddenly, he could feel hot pre-cum pushing up and out of his cock, causing him to tear himself away from her completely.
            Byakuya backed away from Sayaka, his cock pulsing hard and thick, nudging high up against his muscular abdomen. Already, his balls were tense in their sac and the warm throb at the base of his cock told him that orgasm was just a few fists away. His heart racing, he took himself in hand, giving his impressive eleven inches a slow, experimental stroke that had him gasping in pleasure. His erection was so huge and heavy with blood that he was privately amazed that he could reach such a state and remain conscious. Of course, Naraku had not only deliberately endowed him with such great size, but the cardiovascular ability to use it. Further, the wind demon knew he had emptied his balls at least three times in the past hour or so, but by his balls’ productive nature, the load he could feel building up in him promised to be as big as any he had shot so far.
            The sensation of Sayaka’s hot, wet pussy flesh gripping at him as pumped deeply into her remained fresh in Byakuya’s mind, and he began to fist himself faster, more urgently. He recalled the sensation of the womb trembling against him the moment he bottomed out inside her. As his pleasure mounted, the wind demon turned himself so that he faced away from Sayaka. The miko had a beautiful body and it would be easy for him to pleasure himself to the sight of it, but he chose not to use her as a direct object for his own masturbation. He contented himself only with the memory of being inside her.
            Byakuya reached for his soiled haori with his free hand as he felt the pressure building within him. The fine silken garment was thoroughly soiled with Naraku’s seed and his own – he reasoned that unleashing some more upon it wouldn’t make much difference. He wadded it up and held it directly in front of his cock’s big, oozing head so that it would receive his seed, and he stroked himself suddenly faster to take himself over the edge. His pre-cum flowed freely now, serving as an excellent lubricant for his hand, and that transparent liquid essence of his suddenly flooded over thick, creamy white as he came. With half-lidded eyes, the wind demon watched as his seed burst out of him in one long, rope-like gout after another to land upon and soak into his haori over and over. He thrust his hips into his hand, convulsing with bare-toothed ecstasy as each devastating pulse of ejaculation gripped his very soul.
            At that moment, Sayaka began to stir, waking silently to the sensation of hot spring water cleansing and soothing her lower body. Her heart and breathing sped up suddenly and she opened her golden eyes to find herself sitting naked in a bath other than the one at her shrine. She spotted Byakuya standing in the bath water just a few feet from her. Facing away from her, he was busy doing…something with his hands, and the restrained groans of ecstasy coming from him told her all she needed to know. She kept herself completely still as she watched his tight, rather attractive male rear clench and release with every wave of pleasure that wracked him. She realized that in catching him literally with his dick in his hand, this was her best and only opportunity to take him by surprise.
            Sayaka leapt from the water with an explosive splash and she grabbed Byakuya from behind, snaking a strong female arm around his throat, pressing her free hand to his back, right over the large, spider-shaped scar that covered it. At about 6 ½ feet in height compared to Sayaka’s 5 ½, he was significantly taller than her, and the difference in their heights forced him to bend his neck and spine backward in order to meet her shorter form behind him and stay on his feet.   He jolted against her, gasping as another pulse of orgasm hit and Sayaka tightened her grip, snarling into one of his elegantly-tapered ears: “Don’t you fucking move, or your cum won’t be the only stuff blowing out of you.”
            Byakuya felt the hand that Sayaka had pressed to his back begin to grow warm against his skin as she fed her reiki into it. Her threat was legitimate – at such close range, she could purify most of his insides in one shot. His orgasm ebbed at last and he swallowed heavily, catching his breath to respond. “All right, I won’t,” he submitted, keeping one hand wrapped around his cock as his seed continued to ooze out him, keeping his other hand on his soiled haori.
            “Where are we?” Sayaka demanded.
            “My master’s castle, far away from your village,” Byakuya answered honestly.
            “You’re going to lead me out of here, Mr. Byakuya of the Dreams,” Sayaka intoned. “Nice and slow.”
            “If you’re thinking about escaping, we’re on an island far out to sea,” Byakuya explained, breathing quick and shallow. “There’s a barrier surrounding it, too. Even if you could get outside it, you’d still have dozens of miles of open water to cross before you reached land.”
            “I don’t care where we are or what’s in my way. Show me out of here or I’ll kill you!”
            “Kill me, then,” Byakuya dared, whispering in defeat, anticipating the horrible burn of his heart and lungs vaporizing by Sayaka’s purifying energy. Naraku had already intervened to save his life once that night; he’d didn’t expect him to do it a second time. Perhaps worse, Sayaka had caught him masturbating and the humiliation made him almost want to die. “I guess I deserve it.”
            “You’re fucking right you deserve it!” Sayaka snarled, remembering the sensation of the wind demon’s cock surging in and out of her along with his master’s as they fucked her, raped her. The hand she kept pressed to Byakuya’s back began to glow ominously. “My girls are dead! You’re a rapist and a murderer, or at least an accessory to one.”
            “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Byakuya closed his eyes, trembling as he waited for Sayaka to end him. Some seconds passed, an eternity to wait for imminent death, and nothing happened.
            Behind Byakuya, Sayaka came within a few heartbeats of blasting a hideous hole in the wind demon when she began to think of how she almost killed him with her purifying arrows, of how much she relished in causing pain to him, a youkai and her natural enemy. Missing his sword as well as an arm and a leg, he had been completely defenseless and the miko asked herself: if she had killed him then, would that not have made her a murderer? He hadn’t actually attacked her at that point, so it would hardly have been self-defense.
            Sayaka had seen the extent of Naraku’s control over Byakuya. Had Naraku not been forcing him, she knew that the male wind demon probably wouldn’t have forced himself on her or her junior priestesses. And what did that really matter to her? Her nightly ‘worship’ service at her shrine was basically gang rape in exchange for money, anyway. She moonlighted as a prostitute and she felt like she alone had swallowed at least a few gallons of cum over the past few months.
            More importantly, Sayaka knew that even though she had just called Byakuya a murderer, it was Naraku, not Byakuya that killed her young women. From her interactions with him up until that point, he didn’t seem to be a sadistic fuck like his master. Compared to Naraku, Byakuya actually seemed to have some kind of moral compass in him, so Sayaka began to think that if she really was trapped in Naraku’s castle as he suggested, then he might be her only potential friend. Perhaps, if she befriended him, she could even persuade him to help her escape, rather than threaten him into it.
            Sayaka decided that the wisest thing she could do was let Byakuya live. Her anger ebbing away, she loosened her arm from Byakuya’s neck and tore herself away from him with a curse, stepping back in the bath water. Stunned, Byakuya lowered himself to a knee in the water so as to regain his bearings. After a few moments of tense silence, he looked over a shoulder to glance behind him and up at Sayaka, disbelieving that she had spared his life. “You’re…not going to kill me?”
            “No,” Sayaka replied. “Do you deserve to die? I don’t know. Maybe we all deserve to die.”
            “Thank you,” Byakuya hushed. “And...I am sorry, about last night, about your women.”
            Sayaka sneered by the fresh, ugly memory of Naraku murdering her girls. The memory of him and Byakuya trapping her between their powerful, demonic male bodies and fucking her, pumping her full of cum followed soon after. Now that she thought about it directly, the brutality of the act and the size of the demon males’ cocks had her pussy and ass still throbbing with some soreness. Aware that she was still completely naked from that vigorous ‘encounter,’ she pressed a hand to her flat belly, feeling a large amount of Byakuya’s seed still pulsing with demonic reproductive energy in her womb. She could feel that it had taken root and she doubted that she could ever forget the orgasm it ignited in her when it found its mark.
            “You got me pregnant,” Sayaka said bluntly to Byakuya, pointing to her bare stomach for effect. “Pregnant. I can feel your child growing in me right now.”
            Byakuya nodded with guilt. “Yes, I know. I can feel it, too.”
            “Is this want Naraku wants from me? To bear you a child?” Sayaka asked.
            Byakuya looked away from Sayaka so that she couldn’t accuse him of staring at her beautiful unclothed body, even if she had caught him masturbating right in front of her. At the same time, he remained crouched in the bath water to conceal his own nudity from her. He shook his head. “No. You saw him when he first appeared at your shrine, didn’t you? You saw what he looked like. He’s ill and he needs you for your reiki. It purifies his body temporarily. What he took from you has healed him for the time being, but he’ll need more, soon. That’s why he had me bring you here. For you to become pregnant by me is…a bonus, I suppose.”
            “If that’s all the reason there was to it, I guess I’ll just purify this thing out of me, now,” Sayaka decided.
            The Shinto priestess gathered her reiki into a hand, preparing to press it to her belly and cleanse it of Byakuya’s demon seed and the possibly viable life growing within it. Still kneeling in the water, Byakuya turned suddenly and raised his hands to her, a gesture for her to stop. “Wait!” he warned. “You mustn’t do that! Your pregnancy makes you more valuable to Naraku than you would be otherwise.”
            Sayaka’s golden eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Valuable?” The word carried a particularly unsettling weight. “What could your master possibly want with a baby? Our baby?”
            Byakuya tensed and swallowed thickly. Nothing that bode well for him, Sayaka, or their child came to his mind. “I don’t know for certain,” he replied, honestly enough. “Naraku might see this as an opportunity to gain a grandchild. I am, effectively, his son. Whatever the case, his demand for reiki will soon be more than you alone can cope with. If you continue to carry my child, he will have more reason to let you live after that.”
            Sayaka cocked her head, growing thoughtful. “Good point,” she relented, letting the charge of reiki in her hand dissipate. “Alright, Bya-ku-ya. I’ll continue to carry your baby, for the time being, anyway. Now, where are my clothes?”
            Byakuya returned his attention to the pile of soiled garments laying on the edge of the bath behind him. He picked out Sayaka’s red hakama and white haori and continuing to crouch in the water, he turned to hold them up to her. The miko saw that they were still soaked with Naraku’s demonic semen and she cursed in disgust. “Fuck! They’re basically ruined,” she vented.
            Thoroughly displeased, Sayaka shoved her clothes back to Byakuya. She then noticed how her own body was no longer soaked in cum as her clothes still were. “Did you…did you bathe me?” she asked.
            “Y-yes,” Byakuya admitted. He somewhat expected Sayaka to strike him, even kill him for taking such a liberty with her body. “I didn’t want you to wake up in the state Naraku left you in.”
            Sayaka refrained from attacking, only smirking a little. “Well, I guess I can see why you needed to jack off so soon,” she said, planting a hand on a cocked hip. “Men tell me that I am very lovely. It must have been so hard for you to restrain yourself, putting your hands all over me while I was out cold, unable to fight back.”
            “More than you know,” Byakuya replied, more honestly than he cared to admit. Even then, not long after a thoroughly relieving orgasm, his body still burned with the need of his breeding heat. Right then, he felt highly attracted to Sayaka and the lovely priestess seemed to be able to feel his attraction, too.
            Sayaka saw how Byakuya avoided looking at her directly, how his cheeks had flushed with color. At the same time, the adrenaline rush she got from waking in Naraku’s castle and immediately ambushing Byakuya had begun to fade, allowing a wave of female arousal that it had been muting to take hold of her. The demonic energy that Byakuya’s body put out spoke to her at some primal, fiercely sexual level and by his orgasm just a few minutes earlier, she could smell fresh wind demon cum in the air. The pheromones in its scent filled her lungs to enter her blood and saturate her whole body. Her heart sped up and her lips fell slightly agape at the heat she could feel coming over her.
            “What…what are you doing to me?” Sayaka accused to Byakuya, her golden eyes narrowing as her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly by her quickening breathing. An instant of dizziness swept through her head and she could feel the interior of her pussy beginning to flood over with creamy female lubricant.
            “Doing? I’m not doing anything!” Byakuya denied forcefully. He figured that whatever was happening to Sayaka, at such close range, she could still kill him if she wanted.
            Rivulets of perspiration flowed down Sayaka’s bare skin, both by the steamy atmosphere of the bath and her own rising body heat. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive and she cupped one in a hand, teasing its rosy nipple with a fingertip. The burst of pleasure it yielded caused her to suck in a breath of surprise. “The hell you aren’t!” she snapped at Byakuya. “I’m suddenly feeling really, really hot.”
            “But that’s…oh, no,” Byakuya began to protest, then realized the situation. In the bath house at Sayaka’s shrine, Naraku had filled the air with some kind of aphrodisiac to get Sayaka and her women so helplessly aroused that they couldn’t fight him or Byakuya off. Now that he and Sayaka were alone, Byakuya realized that his body was putting out an aphrodisiac of its own to attract her to him. His cum! The scent of his cum had to be the source! He decided that he had to get both his soiled haori and himself away from Sayaka as soon as possible before anything more happened between them.
            “It’s my seed! It has to be,” Byakuya concluded. “Being so close to me right now must be part of it, as well. I need to get myself away from you.” He gathered his cum-soaked haori and other clothes into his hands, stood up, and stepped out of the bath to leave, but Sayaka rushed forward to grab him by one of his muscular upper arms and keep him near.
            “You moron,” Sayaka chastised with a searing heat in her voice. She felt as if she could get herself off just by rubbing her thighs together, and ridiculously, the powerful, dangerously-sexy demon male before her was about to just…leave her alone. Her blood felt like liquid fire beating through her veins and she could feel her pussy throbbing insistently between her thighs, aching to be filled. Transparent female fluid drooled out of her sex and dripped away into the water between her knees as Byakuya’s scent and raw sexual energy worked her up. Beyond that, she could feel all the seed he had left behind inside her when he and Naraku double-teamed her in her bath house. Untold billions of healthy wind demon sperm nuzzled at the walls of her womb from within, arousing her with their reproductive energy. “I still have your cum in me from before. I can feel it. It’s driving me wild. Leaving me alone won’t help any.”
            Byakuya looked down into Sayaka’s gorgeous golden eyes, seeing the intense sexual need there. He could smell how hot she was for him and his demonic instincts screamed for him to take her as hard and often as she needed. He was seriously tempted to appease them, but he wanted to make absolutely certain of what Sayaka wanted. “What would you have me do?” he asked, speaking softly by his close proximity to her.
            Sayaka licked her lips in mounting anticipation of fucking Byakuya right there in the bath. She supposed that it was as good a place for it as any, and to her, the wind demon was exceptionally good looking. He was handsome in a refined, effeminate sort of way, and Naraku had clearly engineered his pale, muscular body to keep and hold a woman’s intimate attentions for a good, long time. She remembered how deep inside her body he could reach with that monstrous cock of his, so even without his scent and sexual energy attracting her to him, she knew it would easy for her to set herself after him. “The first thing you can do…is fuck me. Right now,” she said to him.
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            Gently, Sayaka tugged Byakuya back down into the water so that they stood facing each other. She took his clothes from his hands and tossed them aside, the only thing separating their bodies now being the bath’s warm, humid air. The nude priestess stepped up to the equally nude wind demon to grasp his wrists in her hands and place his hands firmly on her waist. She could feel him trembling by her nearness to him and she smiled knowingly, relishing in the effect she had on him as she threw her arms around the sinewed column of his neck, hiked a thigh up his side, and thrust her hips to his.
            Byakuya gave up a restrained snarl as Sayaka began pumping her hips against his in languid, coital strokes. His cock had softened somewhat after his earlier orgasm but now that the feverishly-aroused priestess ground her belly against it, it began to swell back up between them. Sayaka felt this for herself and she sneered up at him in twisted, sex-crazed approval. “That’s it, you handsome demonic fuck. Get ready for me,” she whispered hotly before seizing his lips with hers.
            Byakuya moaned into Sayaka’s kiss and his large male hands left her waist to venture lower, down to the delectable swells of her rear. Out of instinct, he gripped her sweet ass and pulled her to him firmly as he began to thrust back against her, grinding his cock against her flat belly until he could feel it pulsing at maximum size and hardness. By Sayaka’s warmth, scent, and the delicious sound of her heart racing in her chest, the pleasure was undeniable for Byakuya and he wanted more. Still, he found the presence of mind to push her away from him. “Wait,” he panted as his lips separated from the miko’s. “Don’t you hate me? Shouldn’t you hate me? The things Naraku and I did…”
            “Are you actually trying to talk your way out of sex?” Sayaka asked, almost angrily by her mounting sexual frustration. Then, the aroused expression in her golden eyes softened a bit. “I know that it was Naraku forcing you to fuck me, before. I can forgive you for that. Actually, I think I need your forgiveness, for trying to kill you and everything.”
            “I forgive you,” Byakuya said solemnly. “I didn’t hold it against you to begin with. But still, we shouldn’t…we shouldn’t do this.”
            “Ugh!” Sayaka gave up an unintelligible curse. She grasped Byakuya’s chin firmly with one hand and with the other, she removed one of his hands from her perfect miko ass and brought it around to her front to cup it to her sopping, throbbing cunt. She began rocking her hips to practically fuck his fingers. “Do you feel how wet I am? I’m ready for it and so are you. Besides, you’ve already put your baby in me. Just think of this as…helping me out.”
            Sayaka closed back in to nip and kiss and Byakuya’s neck, then worked her way down his chest and abdomen to lower herself to her knees in the water before him. She would show him exactly how serious she was about fucking him. She took his cock and balls into her hands and hefted them experimentally, marveling at their size and weight. Aside from Naraku, he was easily the best endowed male she had ever seen and soon, he would be the best endowed one she had ever pleased with her mouth. “You’re so big,” she awed. “No wonder how you knocked me up. With these balls of yours, you had all the cream you needed and with this cock, you could put it exactly where it needed to be, right in my fucking womb!”
            Byakuya’s heart raced in his chest and every life-giving beat pulsed through his cock for Sayaka to feel. The Shinto priestess began to jack him slowly and lovingly, as she might do for one of her shrine’s customers, getting his pre-cum flowing again. “Now, don’t you dare tell me stop doing this,” Sayaka warned to Byakuya, looking up at him as she pumped him with a hand. “I usually charge for this, but tonight, you’re getting it for free!”
            A silky white droplet of Byakuya’s most recent orgasm slipped out of his cock’s broad male crown as Sayaka worked him and the lusty miko licked it away, considering its taste. The youki in it interacted with her reiki on her tongue, a harmless, positively electric sensation for her to enjoy. To her, Byakuya’s seed tasted of health and power, unlike the bland, lifeless fluid Naraku had pumped down her throat earlier that night. God help her, she salivated for more.
            Sayaka opened her lips wide and began to take Byakuya into her mouth, swallowing him up inch by hard, meaty inch. Her throat bulged obscenely by his cock’s sheer size and rigidity. The male wind demon ‘resigned’ himself to being sucked and jacked off by the beautiful miko and he wove a hand into her short, wet, silky black hair to cup her head gently and guide her. She looked up into his eyes as she drank in his full length, holding his gaze with her own as her chin pressed against his heavy balls, her nose brushing against his cock’s smooth, hairless base. Her expression was one of complete control; she had him under control, vulnerable to her touch. Now, she would take him to orgasm and feast on his potent demon seed, the very essence of his virility.
            Byakuya groaned aloud as Sayaka drew back and took his full, eleven-inch length past her lips all over again. She sucked him in over and over and soon, the bath chamber filled with the rich, rhythmic gush and slurp of a sexy Shinto priestess fucking a well-hung wind demon’s cock with her mouth. As a prostitute in her own shrine, she serviced men to make a living, and now she used the full measure of her oral talents on the latest, greatest servant of Naraku.
            Sayaka spent the next few minutes building Byakuya’s pleasure, expertly taking him to the crest of orgasm and backing him off, again and again. She could feel how close to his peak he was by the size and hardness of his cock as it slid past her lips, over her tongue. She wanted him to really blow when she made him come. Finally, his cock grew so hard and huge that using her tongue, she could ‘taste’ the veins along his meaty length pulsing with every beat of his heart, and she knew that it was time.
            Byakuya’s balls had grown tense and motionless in their smooth, hairless sac and the wind demon could feel the creamy liquid heat in them beginning to move. His chest heaved and heart pounded as he gazed down at Sayaka; she pulled her mouth off of him with a soft pop to take a complete breath and stroked him lovingly to gaze right back up at him. “I’m going to make you come now,” she warned to him, licking away the globs of pre-cum that escaped him in rapid succession.
            Sayaka took Byakuya’s cock back into her mouth and began pumping his full length in and out, starting slow and gradually speeding up. This time, she wouldn’t stop. Byakuya groaned and growled as his peak threatened him and he gripped her hair more tightly, thrusting his hips against her face to bring himself over the edge more quickly. Sayaka slipped a hand around Byakuya to press it flat over his tight male rear and encourage him. Just a few more hard pumps and he was done, and Sayaka drank him in all the way in to hold him there as he came.
            Byakuya tossed his head back and snarled in demonic ecstasy as his hot, creamy cum left his balls to flow through his cock and burst out into Sayaka’s mouth. The first few, most powerful loads shot right down her throat to enter her stomach and join that which Naraku had pumped into it not long before. The Shinto priestess gulped frantically to keep up with the flow and she drew Byakuya out of her mouth so that the head of his cock spat directly onto her tongue, allowing her to better taste his seed. Its flavor flooded her mouth after just a few spurts, his youki and her reiki reacting and intertwining with each other to osmose into her blood and ignite an unexpected orgasm within her.
            Sayaka moaned into Byakuya’s spewing cock at the pleasure wracking her. She thrust a hand down between her thighs under the water to dip a few fingers inside her pussy and pump it to keep her climax going. At the same time, she used her other hand to stroke Byakuya rapidly, keeping his climax going, as well. Once he filled her mouth completely, she swallowed greedily and the several ounces of his cum she took in seemed to purge Naraku’s in her stomach, overwhelming the oni lord’s vile fluid and destroying it at the cellular level. Only healthy, potent wind demon seed remained to be digested and Sayaka felt a strange relief flood over her by it.
            Byakuya’s ejaculations ebbed at last and his cock began to soften in Sayaka’s mouth. The priestess pulled her mouth off him with a gasp and a glistening thread of his seed and her saliva linked them briefly afterward. She looked up at him with her golden eyes glowing with female satisfaction, satisfaction stemming from her ability to bring a male such pleasure and the receipt of her own in the process. “How was that?” she asked with a sultry smile, closing back in to lick him clean.
            Byakuya reached down with a hand and took hold of one of Sayaka’s upper arms, hauling her to her feet suddenly and bringing her in for a hard, possessive kiss. By his great strength, she oomph-ed into his mouth, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him. Their tongues danced and thrust back and forth between their mouths, pushing around a few thick wads of his seed and her saliva for both of them to taste. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Byakuya whispered to her with surprising ferocity: “You will do that only for me. As long as you are here, you are mine, not his.”
            Sayaka nodded her consent. “Works for me.” If she could get off just by sucking Byakuya’s big, delicious cock and eating his seed, she was all for it. Byakuya extended a hand to his magic origami crane and it enlarged in size at his silent command, rising into the air and floating over to where he and Sayaka stood in the water. It turned so that its ‘head’ faced away from them, then pitched toward them at a roughly 45-degree angle. It became as a winged seat that floated in the air and Byakuya pushed Sayaka back into it, spreading her thighs wide and kneeling between them in the bath water.
            “My turn,” Byakuya said. Sayaka smiled devilishly at him and shifted to get comfortable upon the magic crane holding her. She rocked her hips upward and spread her thighs further apart to give Byakuya the best access to her beautiful female mound. He peeled the silky petals of her pussy open to gaze directly upon her innermost flesh. Her vagina’s exposed outer gate quivered and shed a glistening droplet of her milky female cream for him to see. The transparent fluid suddenly turned white and Byakuya realized that the large amount of semen he’d shot into her a little while ago was bleeding back out of her, draining out of her womb to flow down and out of her pussy. His mouth watered for a taste and he could not restrain himself any longer. He closed in to lick the creamy fluid away and began lapping and sucking at all the vibrant pink tissues he could reach, drinking his own seed out of her.
            “Mmm…that’s good,” Sayaka praised, her voice quavering as Byakuya ate her up with as much enthusiasm as she had used on him. She slipped a hand down between her thighs to weave it through the wind demon’s long, wet, silky black hair, stroking his head in appreciation and cupping it so that she could thrust her pussy up into his mouth. She used her other hand to knead a full breast, playing her fingertips over its rosy nipple to accentuate her pleasure.
            Once he had cleaned her of his seed, Byakuya moved upward to suckle on Sayaka’s elegantly-hooded clit, slipping a few long, agile fingers into her weeping cunt. Her inner muscles rippled and milked around his fingers, making him impatient for the moment when he parted them with his cock again. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, curling them upward to find the raised, fleshy ‘sweet spot’ along her vagina’s anterior wall and rub it to get her wild and writhing beneath him. Being Naraku’s incarnation allowed him to inherit some particularly useful knowledge from his creator.
            “Oh, fuck!” Sayaka cursed, jolts of white-hot ecstasy coursing through her entire body. Her nipples and her clit pulsed together as Byakuya worked her up. “Right there! Right there!”
            Byakuya smiled into Sayaka’s pussy and suckled more intently at her swollen pearl, pumping the pads of his fingers at her sweet spot harder and more rapidly. She was thoroughly well-lubricated on the inside but he made sure to limit his force and speed to avoid hurting her. He heard her heart speed up suddenly and she cried out as orgasm took her, the tiny, uniquely female orifice between her clit and vaginal opening spitting searing hot jets of her body’s tangy cream directly into his mouth.
            Sayaka’s back arched as she came hard, blood vessels in her neck straining visibly as she soared out of control, blowing apart in the figurative sense by the impulse of Byakuya’s lips and fingers. The wind demon drank up every drop her body produced and lapped at her until she was clean. He then stood up before her, his lips and chin dripping with her juices and his cock throbbing at full erection. When she came back to herself, Sayaka opened her eyes to see Byakuya fisting himself slowly, brandishing himself to her and keeping himself ready for her.
            Pearly globs of thick, white semen slipped out of Byakuya’s broad male crown with each gripping stroke of his fist and Sayaka felt her pussy fill with a fresh flood of lubrication at the sight. Her womb trembled in her belly and her heart raced in her chest - it was time. She reached down between her thighs to form an inverted ‘V’ with her fingers and spread her the silky pink petals of her pussy wide open, offering her body to the powerful, highly-virile male wind demon before her. “Give it to me,” she commanded.
            Byakuya stepped forward and guided his cock down to Sayaka’s open sex, rubbing its bloated head up and down her exposed inner flesh between her fingers, relishing in the lubricated, utterly frictionless sensation. He leaned over her, bracing his weight by pressing his free hand to a section of his magic crane next to Sayaka’s head, and his big cockhead began to breach her pussy’s outer gate, slipping up into her with a silent, yet tangible pop. From there, he slipped his hands under the crooks of her knees and commanded his magic crane to tilt forward, transferring her weight into his hold. Sayaka threw her arms around his neck to hold onto him and then, he lowered his hands, letting gravity do the work and seat her body onto his in one, smooth stroke.
            Sayaka mewled and Byakuya groaned in passion as their bodies became one. Her inner muscles spread wide to accept him. The beautiful priestess prostitute felt a sensation of distinct emptiness flowing out of her, replaced with his heat and steely hardness. His big, heavy balls came to rest against her rear, fitting perfectly between their taut globes. She could feel his heart beating inside her, right up against her womb, and she tightened her arms around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest as she held him close.
            Effortlessly Byakuya lifted Sayaka off his cock by a single, experimental inch and let her sink back down, his big cockhead nudging deeply at her cervix by his great length. He closed his eyes and shivered in pleasure, her insides gripping and milking at him as his hand never could, and Sayaka smiled at the expression on his face. “How do I feel?” she asked.
            “Incredible,” Byakuya answered breathlessly. “Like…like you were poured around me. So good. Do I feel good for you?”
            “Fuck, yes.” Briefly, Sayaka removed one of her hands from behind Byakuya’s neck and pressed it to her belly, right over where she could feel him pulsing inside her. “You’re so big, so deep in me. Give me more.”
            Byakuya lifted Sayaka up by two inches this time. As gravity impaled her on him once again, Sayaka’s soft, sultry moan encouraged him greatly and he added another inch to his retreat and advance, then another, and another, until he was giving the lovely miko his full length on every pumping stroke. With his great demonic strength, he moved her up and down his cock with ease, taking her at an unhurried pace. He made slow, easy love to her so that they could both relish in the sensations flowing through them. The encounter at her shrine had been a hard, frenzied fuck, more about him unloading his balls into her, siring a child with her as quickly as possible than anything else. Now, even though they were in Naraku’s castle and in at least some danger, he felt that he and she had the time they needed to enjoy themselves properly.
            Sayaka gyrated her hips to meet Byakuya’s beat for coital beat. She pulled him in for a deep, pleasurable kiss, then pushed him away so that she could look down between their bodies and watch him surge in and out of her. His cock glistened with a heavy coat of her juicy female cream and it plunged in and out of her body with a satisfying gush.
            “Faster,” Sayaka said to Byakuya, almost begging, and the wind demon sped up as she wanted. He pumped into her harder, mating the head of his cock to the mouth of her womb again and again, and her full breasts bounced softly, her nipples grazing his chest in time with his thrusts. The water sloshed gently around them as they moved. Soon, they could both feel orgasm building up within them.
            Byakuya’s cock began to grow longer and thicker inside Sayaka, pulsing potently for her to feel. In the brief, intimate moments when his cock’s head kissed her womb, she could feel his creamy male essence oozing out of him and slipping through her cervix to enter the deepest part of her, anointing the heart of her womanhood with his heat and demonic energy. Her womb quivered at the taste of even those small amounts of his cum and jolts of incredible pleasure shot through her as a result, each one a prelude to the glorious, consuming peak she knew was coming.
            Byakuya began to move harder, faster, losing himself to his own need. He pumped Sayaka onto his cock to use her entire body as a living sex toy. The beautiful miko saw the strain on his handsome face and she knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. She began to take control of their joining, humping her hips against his insistently to get him to backpedal through the water. Soon, Byakuya felt his calves press against the edge of the bath and Sayaka gave him a sudden push backward, causing him to fall onto his rear on the wooden floor behind him.
            Sayaka pressed Byakuya down onto his back and planted her feet on the floor to either side of the male wind demon’s hips. Immediately, she began to ride him as she wanted, hard and fast with the ability to control the angle of his entry. She kept her thighs spread wide so that he could see exactly how her pussy’s silky pink petals drank him in on her way down and clung to him on her way up. “Almost there. Just…just hold on!” Sayaka grit out, thrusting a hand down between her thighs to pluck and strum at her swollen clit.
            Byakuya could feel Sayaka’s womb throbbing against him as she ground it down against the head of his cock. He gripped her waist and thrust up beneath her, driving himself as deep as her body would allow over and over to bring her over the edge. The interior of her pussy began sucking and milking at him frantically and she cried out as orgasm took her at last. He tossed his head back as the fiercely intimate stimulation set him off, as well.
            Sayaka felt Byakuya bury himself to the hilt within her and hold still. His heavy balls tightened against her ass from below and his cock jerked inside her, bulging out as his seed began pumping through it. Sayaka’s eyes widened and her mouth fell agape; she could feel the pressure of his seed pushing up his cock, a pillar of liquid heat flowing out of him and into her. His thick white cream burst through her cervix and exploded directly into her womb, defying gravity to drench its hungering walls and fill it from the bottom up.
            Another orgasm, hot on the heels of the last, destroyed Sayaka’s mind in an instant. The youki in Byakuya’s cum seeped through the walls of her womb to enter her blood and saturate her whole body, igniting one dizzying peak after another within her for almost a full minute. When his ejaculations ebbed, she gasped for breath and slumped forward onto his chest, her breasts flattening against his pectorals and her heart racing right next to his.
            Byakuya wrapped his arms around Sayaka and held her close, closing his cobalt blue eyes to rest with her on the bath chamber’s floor. After a few minutes, he rolled them over so that she lay on her back and he pushed himself up onto his arms to gaze down at her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered.
            Byakuya returned Sayaka’s smile and lowered his head to kiss her again. He played his tongue against hers, more languidly than before, then pulled away. “Thank you,” he said in kind.
            After luxuriating in the sensation of Sayaka’s pussy milking him, Byakuya began to pull out, eliciting a soft moan from her. His softening cock separated from her pussy with an audible pop and her well-fucked entrance quivered for a moment before shedding a heavy glob of his seed, followed by another, then another, until the stuff was running down between the taut globes of her rear to drip away into the water just beneath them. The male wind demon knelt in the water between her thighs again and claimed her sex with his mouth to suck his own seed out of her, lapping and suckling at her tender pussy flesh until she was completely clean once more.
            Now that they were both clean, generally dry, and Sayaka was thoroughly sexed-out, Byakuya stood up and scooped the beautiful priestess up into his arms, stepping out of the bath and leaving the bath chamber for a nearby bedroom. A clean futon lay on the bedroom’s floor and Byakuya lay Sayaka down upon it. “Sleep here, for a while. You’ll be safe,” he said to her, covering her with a sheet. “I’ll go and find you some clean clothes.”
            “Mm,” Sayaka slurred. Between servicing dozens of men in her shrine’s worship hall, taking Naraku and Byakuya at once in her bath house, and going another round with Byakuya alone in the bath of Naraku’s castle, all in just a few hours, she was thoroughly worn out. Flooded with sexual relief at last, she fell asleep quickly and Byakuya left her alone, stepping outside her bedroom and sliding its shoji door shut behind him.
            Entering the hallway outside Sayaka’s bedroom, the wind demon found himself confronted with a pair of Naraku’s skeleton soldiers. Silently, they moved to stand to either side of the bedroom door, facing away from it and standing at rigid attention. They appeared to be guarding the door, yet Byakuya spoke a warning to them nonetheless. “Disturb her at all, and I’ll destroy you.”
            Byakuya then left in search of clean clothing for himself and Sayaka, and after that, a meeting with his evil master.

-To be continued-
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A Twist in the Myth