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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 14 – Resurrection of the Wind – pt. 4

Chapter summary: April, 1556: Kagura awakens in a new body made for her by Naraku, finding herself thrust right back into the nightmare she thought death had freed her from. Pairings: Naraku/Kagura/Byakuya, Naraku/Byakuya/Kagura.
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(Continued from pt. 3)
            Kagura closed her eyes and breathed outward in a relieved sigh, leaning backward as death took her at last. Her body and even her clothes turned to mist to flow away on the wind she so loved. InuYasha and his pack arrived just in time to witness her last moments, watching as one of her magic feathers slipped out of her hair and rose into the sky. A sudden gust of wind rushed past them and Sesshomaru at once, a farewell. ‘Wind…’ Kagome pondered. Was Kagura free at last?
            The others lamented on arriving too late. Kohaku grappled with how Kagura had basically exchanged her own life for his. For InuYasha, Kagura was yet another woman he failed to protect from Naraku. Naraku had won again. Sesshomaru began to walk away without so much as acknowledging the presence of InuYasha or his pack and InuYasha called after him. “Hold it, Sesshomaru!”
            Kagome grasped one of InuYasha’s arms with both hands, hoping that InuYasha wasn’t about to start a fight. To her relief, he made no move to draw Tetsuseiga. “Tell me, Sesshomaru,” InuYasha continued, more softly this time. “Did she suffer?”
            Sesshomaru stopped briefly and turned to regard InuYasha with his peripheral vision, answering enigmatically: “She was…smiling.”
            I am the Wind. Free to fly wherever I wish.
            Or so Kagura thought.
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April, 1556
            As Kagura left the land of living, nearly seven years passed in an instant for her, seven years spent not as the free Wind, but seven years spent trapped inside an intangible darkness. That darkness was Naraku’s spirit. As Naraku detached her soul from his and implanted it in her new body, she closed her eyes in one life to open them again in another, finding herself looking up not at Sesshomaru or InuYasha, but none other than Naraku himself.
            Naraku smiled with evil pleasure, his red eyes seeming to light up as Kagura came awake in his arms. “My lovely Kagura. Welcome home,” he bid to the awoken wind sorceress, cradling her carefully in his lap.
(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – Dreamlore Degenerate)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOn4zKOsJv0
            Kagura blinked a few times, laying utterly still as Naraku held her. The last few blood-soaked moments of her previous life played over and over in her mind and soon, her ruby eyes glowed with a swell of horror and rage, her glossy red lips warping into a terrible, bare-toothed sneer. ‘No…no, no, NO!’ This was all Kagura could think as she jerked suddenly in Naraku’s hold, throwing him and Byakuya off her with incredible ease by her new body’s enhanced strength.
            She didn’t stop there. Out of sheer instinct, Kagura took to her feet, then ducked low and tackled Naraku’s 250-pound frame to the curved floor of the spherical underground chamber she suddenly found herself in. She seized her opportunity to attack before he could raise a protective barrier. Unashamed or perhaps just unaware of her own nudity, she crouched low over his armored chest with open thighs, gripped his throat with one hand, and clenched the other into a hard fist to begin pounding his face in.
            Righting himself after Kagura threw him aside, Byakuya watched Kagura start turning Naraku’s face into bloody pulp and debated with himself over whether or not to intervene. On one hand, Kagura was powerful. Given that she was completely naked atop Naraku, Byakuya could see her strong, yet graceful female musculature flexing underneath her creamy white skin with each blow she delivered to Naraku’s head. When she woke up, she threw both of them off of her as if their bodies were made of straw, and Byakuya knew that if he tried to pull Kagura off Naraku, he would be in for the fight of his life if she decided to attack him instead.
            On the other hand, Byakuya knew that his life and Kagura’s were bound to Naraku’s. If Kagura actually managed to kill Naraku in this moment, they were all dead. And then there was the matter of Sayaka. The shrine maiden and moonlight prostitute was asleep in the castle above them, recovering from the stress of being raped in her own bath house by himself and Naraku, followed by a relatively more consensual encounter with him in the castle’s bath. The castle itself was built using Naraku’s magic and if Naraku were to die suddenly, Byakuya couldn’t predict what might happen to the castle’s structure. At worst, the castle and even the landmass it sat upon would collapse into the sea, burying Sayaka alive. Even if she could escape the rubble, she’d still have thirty miles of open water to swim across, assuming she could orient herself toward land.
            In Byakuya’s mind, the importance of Sayaka’s safety far outweighed his own, so he strode forward and grabbed Kagura’s wrist, halting her fist midair with great effort. “Kagura, stop,” he ordered, just barely able to restrain her. “Stop, please! You’ll kill us all!”
            Kagura turned her head to look over her shoulder and glare up at Byakuya. Still consumed by rage and adrenaline, she jerked her wrist from him, then used that same hand to seize the collar of his haori. She dragged him down and drove her forehead firmly against his in a vicious head-butt, sending him hurtling backward.
            Byakuya cried out in pain as Kagura’s head met his. God, her skull was like steel! He toppled backward to land in nearly the same place that she had thrown him before, his ears ringing and vision blurred. He shook his head to clear his senses somewhat and made ready to throw himself at Kagura much more violently when Naraku’s voice entered his mind.
            “Wait. Kagura is much too strong for you,” Naraku spoke telepathically to Byakuya, excluding Kagura from mental transmission. “Let her have her fun.”
            “But, she’ll kill you. And indirectly, herself, me, and Sayaka!” Byakuya decried to Naraku, also by telepathy.
            “If mere fists could kill me, even Kagura’s, we would not be here today,” Naraku assured. “Let this happen. It’s been a long time coming.”
            Having rid herself of Byakuya for the moment, Kagura returned her attention to Naraku. He made no move to escape and even though his face was now covered in bruises, blood streaming from his nose, he smiled up at her to goad her on. “Piece of shit,” she cursed to him, the first intelligible words of her second life being ones of abject hatred. She raised her fist again. “Fuck you!”
            Kagura used her fist as a knuckled hammer, wild-eyed and snarling with each blow she delivered upon Naraku’s face. Those snarls of hers soon came with a sickening crunch each time as Naraku’s facial bones began to buckle into his head. His entire skull fractured underneath Kagura’s fist and vile black blood poured freely out of the spongy, ink-black mass that was his demonic brain, soaking into his ebony mane and streaming along the underground chamber’s curved floor.
            Naraku’s body went slack with apparent death and after giving his face one final smash, Kagura threw herself up onto her feet, backing away from him. She breathed hard, her big breasts heaving with each breath she took, and her heart pounded as she realized where she was, what she had just done. The hand she used to bash in Naraku’s face began to hurt terribly, throbbing with pain as she had nearly worn her durable wind demon knuckles down to bare, white bone.
            Behind Kagura, Byakuya remained completely still and silent so as not to startle her and perhaps provoke her to attack him, watching Naraku’s body intently. Outward, his dark master seemed to be dead, his only movements being the involuntary twitching of a practically-decapitated nervous system. Of course, Byakuya knew that if he and Kagura were still alive, then so was Naraku; the oni lord was feigning death, probably to toy with Kagura, lull her into a false sense of security. Byakuya then looked to Kagura, realizing that she was still quite naked from her birthing. From his position at her back, he had a great view of her body’s entire rear aspect.
            Happy to forget about Naraku for a moment, Byakuya couldn’t help but start at Kagura’s feet and work his eyes up her shapely legs, his pulse quickening with each additional inch of her creamy white flesh his eyes drank in. From his perspective, Kagura’s long, toned, muscular calves thickened into a set of very powerful and beautiful thighs, then narrowed back up to converge into quite possibly the single greatest ass he had ever seen on a woman. A few times, Naraku had him spy on InuYasha and his pack while they bathed, and with his flying eyeball drone, he was able to get good, long looks at the attractive rear ends of Kagome, Sango, Shizu, and Shiori all at once. Kagura’s put even theirs to shame. He wondered: even though he had fucked Sayaka twice, he hadn’t yet taken a good look at her rear. How would it compare to that of the Wind Sorceress?
            Byakuya’s eyes ventured upward from Kagura’s delectable female posterior to focus on the spider-shaped brand that covered most of her bare back. It was just like his own. It was partially obscured by the tresses of her long, glossy-black hair, but it still clearly identified her as an incarnation of Naraku. That effectively made her his sister.
            Breathing more calmly now after beating Naraku into a pulp, Kagura turned her head to glance over a bare shoulder at Byakuya. “Who are you?” she asked.
            Byakuya’s elegant brows raised at the sound of Kagura’s voice. It was smooth and sultry, almost like a purr. Sexy and lethal at once. Not only did she have great physical beauty, she had a sound to match. “I am Byakuya, your successor,” Byakuya answered without delay. “I guess…you could call me your brother.”
            Kagura turned to face Byakuya directly and the male wind demon’s view of her delicious backside turned to a view of her full, voluptuous breasts, her flat, toned stomach, and the perfectly-hairless bulge of her woman’s mound. Byakuya felt himself blushing by Kagura’s unclothed beauty and, still kneeling, he turned his gaze to the floor to collect her clothes from the place where he had laid them out. Still looking squarely at the floor so as not to stare at Kagura’s luscious body any further, he held her skimpy green yukata out for her to take it from him. Kagura realized her own nakedness with a gasp and snatched her yukata out of Byakuya’s hands immediately, slipping her arms through its loose sleeves and tying it closed to cover herself up.
            “Brother, huh?” Kagura asked to Byakuya with venomous skepticism as she next took her blue intermediate kimono from him and clad herself in it. She did the same with her outer, red-and-white kimono, fully dressed at last. She then reached down to seize her ‘brother’ by the collar of his kimono again, pulling him up off of his knees and brandishing to him the fist that she had just used to cave in Naraku’s head. “That doesn’t mean a thing to me. Except for one, all my brothers and sisters have been mindless monsters or fucking psychopaths. Which kind are you?”
            Between Naraku, Sayaka, and now Kagura, Byakuya had been getting pushed around or threatened quite a bit lately and right then, he felt that he’d had enough. His face contorted into a sneer as bitterly beautiful as any of Kagura’s and he slapped her hand off of his collar, shooting to his feet to stand toe-to-toe, face-to-face with her. He found that they stood at the same height, 6 ½ feet versus another 6 ½ feet. Their faces and their bodies were as male/female reflections of each other, as if some kind of strange, gender-bending mirror stood between them. “Which kind am I?” Byakuya seethed to Kagura’s face, staring her right in her gorgeous ruby eyes. “You tell me. I essentially am you.”
            With muted anger, Byakuya shoved Kagura away from him to put some space between them, stunning the wind sorceress for a moment. Still high on adrenaline from waking up in Naraku’s arms then immediately beating him to death, Kagura redirected some of that adrenaline into another bout of intense, uniquely female aggression. She pounced on Byakuya with lethal grace, maneuvering within the confines of her silk kimono as if it was a second skin. She took her wind demon brother down to the stone floor hard, as she had just done with Naraku. Looming over him, she clamped her left hand around his neck, feeling his life beating beneath her thumb and relishing in the euphoria of her own strength.
            “This new body of mine is so strong,” Kagura said to Byakuya, pressing her thumb further into his carotid artery, threatening to sever it. “I could tear your fucking throat out. What was Naraku thinking, giving me this weapon of a body?”
            Focusing on Kagura and the murderous expression on her lovely face, Byakuya spotted movement with his peripheral vision. Behind Kagura, Naraku’s body lifted off the floor in total silence, levitated by an undetectable field of his youki. His head still crushed in and bleeding heavily by Kagura’s vicious beating, the still-living oni lord used his youki to set himself upright in standing position, dozens of long, thin, prehensile tentacles sprouting from his back and descending to the floor as wriggling, glossy black snakes.
            Byakuya looked directly at Naraku, then back to Kagura. His cobalt blue eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
            Kagura saw Byakuya glance at something behind her and she turned just in time to see Naraku’s tentacles shoot forward through the air and wrap around her. She shrieked as they seized her by her ankles, knees, waist, and wrists to yank her right off Byakuya and drag her before her dark creator. They lifted her off the stone floor and turned her midair to bring her face-to-face with him, her face mere inches from what remained of his.
            To Kagura’s revulsion, the ink-black blood that flowed from Naraku’s fractured skull and face suddenly stopped flowing, behaving like rapidly-congealing wax for a moment. It then reversed its flow, running back up into his head and even desaturating from the lilac kimono he wore beneath his armor. His skull mended and his facial bones reconstructed until his face was whole once more, not a single drop of blood, bruise, or scar marring it.
            His face completely repaired, Naraku flashed Kagura an evil smile. “It’s been a long time, Kagura,” he said, relishing in the mixture of emotions playing across the wind witch’s attractive features and burning in her ruby eyes. “Believe it or not, I missed you.”
            “Let go of me! Let go!” Kagura cursed and fought with all her might to break free from Naraku’s tentacles, but each one was as a length of flexible steel. Despite her new body’s great strength, they refused to yield. Another tentacle grew out of Naraku’s back and slithered down between his booted feet, along the stone floor, then up Kagura’s back to wrap around her neck from behind, tightening as a warm, living tourniquet. It squeezed until Naraku could feel Kagura’s pulse through it, threatening to end her second life as soon as it began by the chilling intimacy of a slow, torturous strangulation.
            Images of the life draining from Kagura’s eyes flashed through Naraku’s mind, their perverse sexuality causing his cock to begin swelling up underneath his silk-lined armor. “Be calm, Kagura,” Naraku hushed to his female incarnation. “I can’t let you go. Not even your death can take you from me. You and I are bound, forever.”
            ‘Then, what Naraku said to me that day…was a lie,’ Kagura thought bitterly, recalling what Naraku told her just before he killed her, seven years earlier. “Once I return this heart to your body, nothing will bind you to me any longer. You will be free.” Evidently, nothing could free her from Naraku, not the return of her heart, not even her death. Her body and soul would be his plaything in one way or another for as long as he lived.
            Naraku raised a hand between himself and Kagura and turned his palm upward, summoning the Shikon no Tama into it. The jewel began to glow an ethereal, ominous magenta, illuminating their faces in dramatic fashion. Kagura’s eyes widened, the light of the jewel reflected in each of them as she realized what was about to happen. “No…” she whispered, her heart beginning to race in her chest. “Please, don’t!”
            “The arrangement between us is the same as ever,” Naraku said coldly to Kagura, closing his fingers over the Shikon jewel for her to see. “Let me remind you of your place in it.”
            Naraku began to apply pressure to the jewel and Kagura’s breath seized in her lungs as what felt to her like an invisible hand reached into her chest, slipping past skin, muscle, and bone to take hold of her heart and squeeze. Instantly, she became acutely aware of her own heartbeat, feeling and hearing her heart straining to beat properly. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba…bump. Ba………bump.
            Her eyes opening wide and pupils dilating, Kagura opened her mouth as if to cry out, but no sound left her lips, the blood vessels in her neck straining as her heart struggled to beat. Naraku smiled darkly, ratcheting up the crushing pressure on her heart until she began to thrash wildly in his tentacles’ hold, screaming silently as if in the throes of her second death, making a renewed and thoroughly desperate attempt to escape him.
            Watching all the while, Byakuya winced at the unfettered agony he knew Kagura must have been feeling at that moment. Even though she may have come close to casually killing him just a minute or so earlier, he felt a strange affinity for her. After all, they were essentially the same person, two sides of the same walking, talking coin. The male wind demon hurried to his female reflection’s side, ducking and weaving through the tangle of Naraku’s demonic tentacles holding her. Once past them, he slipped an arm between her and Naraku as if to try and separate them.
            “Enough, Naraku,” Byakuya said to Naraku on Kagura’s behalf. “Enough! You’re killing her!”
            Naraku saw Kagura’s wild, pain-filled eyes dart to the side of her Byakuya stood on. In those gorgeous female pools of blood-red color, a flicker of hope dawned there for him to see, hope that Byakuya’s unexpected advocacy might prevent him from taking her heart from ‘mere’ fibrillation to full cardiac arrest or even outright rupture. Feeling charitable, Naraku released his Shikon-fueled grip on Kagura’s heart as both she and Byakuya desired, causing the restrained wind sorceress to let her head fall forward, tucking her chin to her chest as she drew a series of harsh, gasping breaths. They were breaths of utter relief.
            Naraku reabsorbed the Shikon no Tama into his hand and reached down to grasp Kagura’s chin, lifting her head to turn her face up to him. Her ruby eyes downcast and filled with tears, she turned her eyes upward to glare at him with unveiled hatred, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. He looked upon her with visible enjoyment; to him, she was most beautiful when intensely negative emotions, such as rage, hate, and fear, played across her face.
            “My, if your looks could kill…” Naraku chuckled to Kagura. “Remember, though – mine can.” Abruptly, he released the sexy wind witch from his tentacles’ hold. Still weak from his attack on her heart, she landed on her bare feet, then sank to her knees on the stone floor before him, kept from collapsing outright by Byakuya’s support.
            Kagura was certain that she could taste blood creeping its way up her throat and she swallowed thickly to force it back down. She shrugged Byakuya away from her and the male wind demon backed up to give her some space to breathe. “Why are you doing this to me, Naraku?” she demanded of her evil creator with pained exasperation. “What do you want!?”
            Naraku’s characteristically perverse smile faded, the white pupils at the center of his eyes’ red irises glowing with a malevolent energy that bordered on madness. “I want your obedience. Your loyalty,” he replied with steely intensity. “Of all my incarnations before Byakuya, you were always my favorite. Despite your rebellious nature and your constant scheming against me, you were also the most useful. But now, there is very little room for your indiscretions.”
            “And why’s that?” Kagura glowered.
            Here, Naraku made certain not to mention to Kagura the illness that the Shikon jewel had sewn in him. So far, only Byakuya and Sayaka knew of it and he preferred to keep it that way for as long as possible. He could confine Sayaka to the island castle, isolate her within it, and he could telepathically monitor Byakuya’s thoughts at all times, so as to censor the wind demon if he ever got close to divulging his secret. That aside, what he did say to Kagura was true enough.
            “The conflict over the Shikon no Tama nears its end,” Naraku explained. “The jewel is almost complete. Only a few shards remain out of my possession. I am on the verge of becoming a god.”
            “Oh, great,” Kagura congratulated with heavy sarcasm. “What do you need me for?”
            “The time has come to bring all of my enemies to their knees,” Naraku said. “InuYasha, Sesshomaru, Koga, all of their friends. And finally, Kikyo. You will go with Byakuya and capture her, then bring her to me.”
            “Kikyo, huh?” Kagura pondered. Not knowing about Naraku’s illness and his need for a miko’s reiki to fight it, she ascribed his desire to have Kikyo brought to him to whatever remained of the human bandit Onigumo in his twisted mind. “What makes you think I’ll lift a finger for you?”
            Naraku smiled down at his lovely wind sorceress. “Currently, Kikyo travels with Kohaku,” he said, intoning the name of Sango’s younger brother.
            Kagura stilled, her ruby eyes widening. ‘Kohaku is alive!’ she realized, the thought coming as a silent, mental cry of surprise and jubilation. She didn’t yet know how long she’d been dead, but still, she took great comfort in the knowledge that saving Kohaku from Hakudoshi hadn’t been for nothing.
            “Yes, Kagura,” Naraku confirmed with pleasure dripping from his rich, evil voice. He hardly needed to read Kagura’s thoughts to recognize the restrained joy in her eyes or the reason behind it. “Kohaku yet lives. Along with Kikyo, you and Byakuya will bring him to me, and when you do, I will extract the jewel shard keeping him alive. Do this willingly, and I will extract the shard in such a way that he survives.”
            Kagura looked Naraku directly in his evil red eyes, searching for signs of deception. For her, the prospect of finally freeing Kohaku from the specter of death that came with the removal of the Shikon shard in his back was too tempting to dismiss out of hand. “How can I trust you in this?” she asked. “How do I know that once you have Kohaku, you won’t just take his shard and let him die?”
            An expression of sinister thoughtfulness crossed Naraku’s face, one that shook Kagura to her core. He looked to Byakuya, relishing in the male wind demon’s refined, masculine beauty. “I learned something extraordinary recently,” he said to Kagura, still looking at Byakuya. “Tonight, Byakuya here met a woman, a lovely miko named Sayaka. Short, black hair, golden eyes, a nice ass, and even better breasts. Byakuya and I found that not only did she have a good, tight cunt, she had a very hungry, fertile womb. She carries his child, now.”
            Kagura’s elegant female brows furrowed and she glanced at Byakuya. The handsome male wind demon averted his gaze from hers in embarrassment at Naraku’s casual description of what for him had been an incredibly personal and passionate experience. Her heart began to beat a little faster as she began to connect the proverbial dots. She looked back to Naraku. “So?” she asked, breathing a little harder now.
            “Byakuya can create life with a woman,” Naraku stated. “I intend to see if you can do the same…with Kohaku. He’s not a boy anymore. He’s become quite a fine, young man in your absence.”
            Kagura shot to her feet and leapt back away from Naraku. He would have her conceive a child? “You’re insane,” she rasped at her creator. “You’re out of your fucking mind!”
            “Am I?” Naraku posed in gleeful rhetoric, advancing on Kagura with slow, measured, deeply threatening steps. “This guarantees Kohaku’s safety, doesn’t it? I’ll take his jewel shard without killing him, then he’ll be all yours. It’ll be much more pleasurable for both you, me, and especially him if his heart was to keep beating, so that when he takes you, you may feel it beating inside you through the beautiful pussy I’ve given you.”
            Once he was close enough to Kagura, Naraku used his demonic energy to abruptly shoot forward across the curved stone floor with blinding speed, slipping a powerful arm around the wind witch’s slim waist and pulling her tightly against his big, armored body. At seven feet in height, he stood about six inches taller than her, and before she could react, he fisted his other hand in her long, glossy black hair to yank her head backward so that he could look deep into her gorgeous ruby eyes.
(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – Hedon)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Kx1qiyK-Uo
            Naraku’s eyes glowed a radiant magenta with a surge of power from the Shikon no Tama within him and Kagura’s glowed to match as that power took control of her body. She cried out wordlessly, her muscles paralyzed and preventing her from moving. With Kagura immobilized, Naraku removed his arm from her waist, then moved that hand around to her front, working it down between their bodies to press it against her kimono-covered abdomen.
            “Just a second,” Naraku whispered hotly to one of Kagura’s delicate, tapered ears. He rubbed his hand around her flat stomach, as if searching for something. “It’s around here somewhere. Ah, there it is…”
            Naraku’s hand stilled directly over Kagura’s womb. His evil demonic energy seeped out of his hand to osmose through the wind witch’s clothes and the skin and muscle beneath, flowing into her body’s most sacred chamber. It throbbed potently in response, its living, reproductive walls coming awake for the first time. The stream of youki split into two equal tendrils, one coursing into each of Kagura’s silky pink fallopian tubes and touching the pearly feminine jewels that lay at their ends: her ovaries.
            Ba-bump. Kagura felt her entire body pulse with something as Naraku manipulated the symmetrical twin hearts of her womanhood, the very sources of her fertility. It was as a wave of heat that began deep in her belly and swept outward, up into her chest and head and down between her thighs. Another pulse hit and she gave another gasping cry, her cry becoming a soft, sultry moan as a host of unfamiliar sexual sensations assaulted her. Naraku removed his hand from her stomach, releasing her from the Shikon jewel’s influence, and she stumbled back away from him.
            A wave of sudden dizziness overcame Kagura. Her brain was swimming in a cocktail of demonic estrogen inside her head. “What…what have you done to me?” she gasped, clutching a hand to her heart as it sped up in her chest, her blood growing hotter in her veins.
            “I’ve just activated your ovaries,” Naraku grinned. “You’re feeling their hormones beginning to flow for the first time in either of your lives.”
            Kagura felt her knees go weak and she eased herself down to sit on the stone floor before she lost her balance outright. From her perspective, the entire world was beginning to spin, her vision blurring in and out of focus. “Make it stop. Please,” she begged of Naraku.
            “I can’t, even if I wanted to,” Naraku lamented half-heartedly. “Nature is taking its proper course at last. It will not be denied. And if I left your ovaries dormant, you wouldn’t be able to have children with Kohaku or any man, would you?”
            Naraku approached Kagura again, more slowly and deliberately this time, so as to present himself as little less threatening. Looming over her, he stooped down to grasp one of her upper arms and gently pull her back onto her feet, his face mere inches from hers. She trembled in his hold, no longer having the strength to push him away or fight him off. His evil red eyes softening somewhat, he closed the distance between them to brush his nose past hers and kiss her.
            The kiss was strangely chaste, yet fiercely passionate, and Kagura mewled helplessly into Naraku’s mouth. After a few searing hot moments, the oni lord pulled away, leaving his wind witch breathless with rising desire. “Kami. Your lips are like silk,” he praised to her. “Kohaku is going to be powerless against you. I imagine that you’ll be able to strain even Sesshomaru’s discipline, too.”
            Beside Naraku and Kagura, Byakuya felt that strain for himself as Kagura’s fresh, female demonic pheromones began to work their effect on him. His cock began to fill out underneath his hakama, reaching its full length and girth very quickly. Soon, he could feel its broad crown nudging, weeping insistently against his lower abdomen. Naraku could sense the male wind demon’s mounting arousal and smiled wickedly.
            Naraku turned Kagura in place, pulling her back against his chest, and faced them toward Byakuya, as if to offer Kagura to him. “Join us, Byakuya,” he ordered, inviting the male wind demon nearer with an extended hand. “I know you want to.”
            Byakuya’s chest heaved by his quickening breathing, his desire building at the thought of feeling Kagura’s perfect body pressed up against his own. He could hear the beat of her heart, see the ragged cadence of her breathing by the rise and fall of her ample chest, and he could see the raw, sexual desperation in her eyes. He knew that she would offer no resistance if he moved on her, but the rational part of him protested. “I…I want to be faithful to Sayaka,” he said, thinking of his relationship with the miko prostitute sleeping in the castle above. If Sayaka was to be his wife, as Naraku had suggested earlier, then in order to be a somewhat proper husband, he felt that he should be physically committed to her alone.
            Naraku laughed aloud at Byakuya’s quaint notion of monogamy. “Please. Don’t think so rigidly!” he chastised playfully. “Right now, InuYasha has four women at his sexual beck and call, and they all love him. Sometimes, he does them all in one night. And besides, is it really infidelity if you fuck yourself?”
            Naraku walked himself and Kagura forward across the stone floor to approach Byakuya, then pushed Kagura roughly into the male wind demon’s arms. Byakuya caught her mid-stumble and held her carefully. She felt so warm and solid against him, her curvy female body fitting well to his. Her generous breasts felt especially delicious as they melded to his chest through their clothes. He pushed her away slightly to look her in her eyes, fast losing the battle he waged with his own discipline.
            Kagura returned Byakuya’s cobalt gaze, her pale face flushing with something approaching innocence and her heart pumping her blood through her veins as liquid fire. Being so close to a healthy, attractive male like Byakuya, the initial weakness she felt by Naraku’s invocation of her fertility was rapidly becoming an intense, sexual strength. “Kiss him,” Naraku commanded to her with a sinister heat in his voice, stepping around her and Byakuya so as to be able to see the exact moment when their lips met.
            Unconsciously, Byakuya licked his lips in anticipation and Kagura’s expression grew steely with resolve. Gently, she stepped closer to her handsome wind demon twin, placing her hands on his waist to anchor herself as she closed her eyes and touched her lips to his. Their hearts sped up together as their lips met, their kiss chaste, solemn, and intimately pleasurable all at once.
            Kagura pulled away from Byakuya to gauge his reaction, their mouths parting with a soft gasp from each of them. The male wind demon breathed with quiet snarls, his whole body seeming to pulse with a tangible ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP. It was the rhythm of a male demon’s imminent sexual conquest. Just a few heartbeats passed for him before he finally surrendered himself to his desire. To him, Kagura felt and smelled simply too good for him to resist. He clamped his hands onto her upper arms, holding her tight and pulling her back in to kiss her again, much more ferociously.
            Naraku smiled as if in victory as Kagura moaned softly and opened her mouth to Byakuya, the gorgeous male and female wind demons beginning to play their tongues back and forth against one another. The oni lord undid the various clasps of his spiked demonic armor and all 50 or 60 pounds of it slipped off of his body, clattering noisily to the stone floor. He then positioned himself behind Kagura to pin her between himself and Byakuya, the two big, heavy, feverishly-aroused males immediately beginning to grind and thrust against her.
            With Naraku holding her in place, Byakuya pumped his hips against Kagura’s, letting her feel the great size and heat of his erection against her belly through their clothes. He separated his mouth from hers, then began to nip and kiss his away along her elegant feminine jawline, working his way down to her throat. Her inhibitions flowing away, rapidly replaced by passion, the wind witch let her head fall back onto one of Naraku’s broad shoulders to give Byakuya full access to her neck.
            Naraku ground his hips against Kagura’s perfect rear in time with Byakuya’s thrusts against her front. Without any cold, metal armor to interfere in the play between his body and hers, the wind sorceress could feel Naraku’s cock pulsing monstrously against her ass. It was hot, hard, and huge. With two such big demonic cocks grinding against her lower body, Kagura felt her pussy beginning to weep and throb between her thighs, flooding over with creamy female lubrication for the first time. Quivering with the stimulation, she hiked a thigh high up Byakuya’s side to start gyrating her hips between his and Naraku’s, relishing in their attention.
            “Yes…get ready for us,” Naraku encouraged with a hiss, feeling, seeing, and smelling Kagura start really getting into it. Reluctantly, he then pulled away from her, leaving her and Byakuya standing alone. The way Kagura looked over a shoulder at him, confusion and even disappointment flashing through her ruby eyes, was something he knew he would remember for all time.
            Naraku focused his demonic power then released it in a single, powerful wave. That wave seemed to warp reality around himself, Byakuya, and Kagura, transforming the cold, hard stone floor of the underground chamber into hot, living, undulating demonic flesh. Byakuya recognized it immediately: it was the same stuff that Naraku had conjured into Sayaka’s bath house earlier that night. The visceral pink matter flowed up the curved walls as molten wax, covering the nodes of bioluminescent material that had been providing light up to that point, sealing the chamber in warm, humid, aphrodisiac-laced darkness.
            At Naraku’s command, four orbs of rich, orange light, made out of the oni lord’s youki and glowing as bright candles, burst into existence in a perfectly rectangular pattern around ten feet above the bottom of the now flesh-covered chamber, restoring illumination to Byakuya and Kagura’s eyes as they trembled in each other’s arms. Centered among the glowing orbs, a rectangular slab of flesh began to rise up out of the floor near them, coming to stand at a height of around three feet: a bed. The bed’s fleshy texture transmutated into that of cloth, becoming as a set of bedsheets made of fine, deep red silks and satins. A set of three large pillows grew out of the flesh to match, completing the unholy bedspread.
            Byakuya and Kagura looked to Naraku with questioning expressions. “Did you think that we would do it standing up?” Naraku asked of them with a leering smile. “We are demons, not animals. Now, get undressed.”
            Kagura hesitated. The physical desire she felt was nearly overwhelming, but with the bed that would be the site of her first sexual encounter laid out before her, the point of no return was at hand and she resisted. Holding her preciously, Byakuya sensed her hesitation and joined her in it, neither of them making a move toward the bed, despite the power of their primal urges.
            Naraku’s evil red eyes narrowed. “Kagura. Consider this the first test on the path to saving Kohaku’s life,” he said to the wind sorceress, moving to stand at the foot of his satin-covered flesh bed, directly in front of her and Byakuya. “Give yourself to Byakuya and me…willingly. Defy me no further and serve me faithfully in all things. Do this, and Kohaku will be yours, to say nothing of the rest that this world of the living can offer you.”
            Kagura grit her teeth, baring her sharp incisors to Naraku, and swallowed thickly. “Swear it,” she rasped. Her will had come so undone that she would demand Naraku’s honor in this matter, any matter at all.
            “I swear,” Naraku spoke, his lie as darkly pure as any as he had spun in his decades of existence. “Come to me.”
            Kagura felt nothing but utter loathing for Naraku, but she also felt that she could take that hatred and feed it into her own sexuality. She would fuck Naraku and Byakuya, but it would be an angry fuck. She left Byakuya’s warm, loving embrace and stepped toward Naraku with a bold, provocative sway in her hips, Byakuya following close behind her. Once they were near enough to him, Naraku commanded a veil of thin, transparent violet flesh to grow from the chamber’s ceiling and descend, surrounding himself, his two lovely incarnations, and their bed: the bed’s canopy. The canopy filtered the light emanating from Naraku’s glowing youki orbs, casting everything within in a shade of cool blue. Kagura stood directly before Naraku and with trembling hands, she began to untie his dark lilac haori, working through it to get at the hard, muscled flesh beneath.
            As Kagura worked to undress Naraku, Byakuya worked to undress her. His heart racing, he stepped up behind her, grinding against her again as he slipped his hands around her waist to begin untying the sash that held her outer, red-and-white kimono closed. Once it was apart, the wind sorceress shoved Naraku’s haori off of his muscular shoulders, leaving his upper body bare, then lowered her arms to shrug out of her outer kimono, leaving herself clad in her blue intermediate kimono and the skimpy green yukata beneath it. Byakuya’s hands went back to work, one of them attacking the sash of Kagura’s intermediate kimono, the other diverting upward to cup one of her large breasts, groping it through her kimono’s fine silk.
            Kagura mewled from the sensation of Byakuya fondling her breast. She rewarded him by moving one of her hands behind her back, working it down between her body and his to grasp possessively at his most male area through his thin silk pants and give him more resistance to grind against. Her nipples pulsed together underneath her remaining robes and she rubbed her thighs together to stoke the creamy liquid heat building up between them. Once she couldn’t take any more, she arched her back and flexed her shoulders rearward to push Byakuya away from her, hurriedly finishing what he had started with her sash. She pulled it apart, slipping out of the blue kimono it held closed to stand between Naraku and Byakuya wearing only her inner green yukata.
            Since she had moved around considerably since Byakuya gave her clothes to her earlier, Kagura’s inner yukata had become quite disheveled. Already, its silken lining had pulled far apart to give Naraku an excellent view of her generous female cleavage. Her cheeks burning in a furious blush, Kagura untied the yukata’s sash, and as she pulled her yukata open, Naraku’s view of her cleavage also became a view of her toned belly, and finally, the beautiful, hairless bulge of her dripping pussy.
            Kagura slipped her green yukata off her milky white shoulders to stand fully nude once again. As Byakuya had discovered earlier, her unclothed body was a work of sexual art, for Naraku had designed it to be both attractive and powerful at once. This ensured that only the most worthy male (or female!) could earn a night in her bed and survive it. Byakuya’s and Naraku’s hungry male hands gravitated toward her glorious flesh at once, Byakuya’s up to her breasts, while Naraku’s slinked down to the supple swell of her rear and the flat, white pane of her abdomen.
            As Byakuya massaged Kagura’s breasts and nuzzled at the crook of her bare shoulder from behind, Naraku focused his senses to once more seek out Kagura’s womb in her belly. Just a few short minutes after he had activated it and her ovaries, it had blossomed as a beautiful, vibrant pink flower inside her, ready to drink in a male’s seed and fulfill its ultimate, life-giving purpose. To either side of her womb, her ovaries were pulsing with healthy reproductive power, and with their female host cloaked in the pheromone-laden scent of two very ready demonic males, each one shed an egg into its respective fallopian tube.
            “Fuck. You’re ovulating already,” Naraku hushed to Kagura with audible excitement, causing Kagura’s ruby eyes to widen a bit at the implication. “My seed cannot impregnate you, but Byakuya’s may. We’ll have to be careful. We don’t want to deny Kohaku his opportunity to give you his child, now, do we?”
            Naraku slipped his hand down from Kagura’s abdomen to work it in between her thighs, cupping it to her throbbing cunt. He traced his middle and index fingers over its silky, swollen petals, feeling her body’s copious lubrication for himself. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, squeezing her ass to hold her against him and easing his middle finger up into her vaginal canal. “Wet…and tight!”
            Kagura moaned softly, helplessly as Naraku began to penetrate her with his finger, pumping it in and out to feel the hot, sucking texture of her pussy’s inner muscles. He anticipated feeling them sucking at his cock. He worked his finger a little deeper, then stopped when he suddenly felt resistance, a thin, delicate membrane that dimpled beneath his fingertip and sprung back when he decreased the pressure. “Kagura,” Naraku began with breathless awe. “You’re a virgin.”
            Truthfully, Kagura wasn’t all too surprised by this revelation. She’d definitely never had sex before, not even with Sesshomaru, with whom she’d been thoroughly infatuated. However, being Naraku’s walking, talking weapon, Naraku had forced her to fight against InuYasha and the wolf prince Koga on any number of occasions. She remembered being knocked off of her magic feather mid-air a few times, once by InuYasha’s Kaze no Kizu, and another time when Koga leapt to her altitude and punched her squarely in her face. The hard collisions with the ground that ensued were surely enough to break her ‘maidenhead.’
            But Kagura knew all of that was meaningless, though, since that body of hers was destroyed when Naraku killed her, seven years earlier. Her new, second body was new in every sense of the word, to Naraku’s hedonistic delight. Behind her, Byakuya removed his hands from her breasts, to her displeasure, and the half-dressed oni lord in front of her withdrew his hand from between her thighs. He grasped her waist to turn them in place so that she stood with her back to the bed.
            Naraku urged Kagura backward until her bare calves touched the cool satin sheets of the bed’s foot, then pulled her hips firmly to his. To him, her big breasts felt soft and warm, providing a physical conduit for the sensation of her rapid heartbeat as they melded to his bare chest. He closed in to kiss her hard and passionately, leaning his weight over her to lay her back upon the bed behind her.
            Laying over Kagura, Naraku pumped his monstrous, cloth-covered cock against the wind witch’s dripping core, and she spread her thighs apart to allow his hips between them, heightening the intimate contact. He drank a deep kiss from her mouth, then began to work his way lower, along her jawline, down her throat and her hammering pulse-point, and paused to lap at the hollow of her collarbone. Gripping tightly at the satin bedsheets, Kagura arched her back and shook beneath him, panting and yowling softly for him and Byakuya to hear. Naraku had charged his lips and tongue with small amounts of his youki and his kisses felt like harmless fire on her skin.
            Naraku began to move again, working further downward over the delicate ridges of Kagura’s sternum. He reached up to take her breasts into his hands, even his large hands not coming close to covering them. He squeezed and kneaded them together, then took one of those big, beautiful globes of demonic woman-flesh into his mouth, lathing his youki-charged tongue over its luscious, rosy nipple.
            Kagura cried out as a small orgasm, the first of her life, coursed through her suddenly. Naraku’s youki flowed through her sensitive nipple as painless electricity, dispersing through her nervous system to push her into a mild, but thoroughly enjoyable climax. Her hips bucked reflexively against Naraku’s chest as he continued to suckle at her breast, his cheeks pulling inward by the pleasurable suction he applied to it. Her heart pounding, her pussy throbbed and wept between her thighs, her womb quivering as delicious sexual pleasure pulsed within it. God help her, she wanted more. Separating his mouth from Kagura’s nipple with a soft, wet pop, Naraku continued his path down her body, kissing and nuzzling at her flat belly, lapping playfully at her navel until he was on his knees before her, kneeling on the flesh-covered floor at the foot of the bed.
            Naraku placed his hands on Kagura’s knees and the lovely wind witch did not resist as he pushed them far apart, spreading her shapely thighs wide to expose her utterly. Her flushed, oozing pussy and the clean, pink hole of her ass lay completely bare to the eyes of her evil creator. Byakuya, too, could see all of what Kagura’s body offered and he began to remove his clothes to join the wind sorceress in nudity.
            Kagura’s eyes roved hungrily over Byakuya’s body as he undressed. Like Naraku, he concealed a very powerful, muscular male frame beneath his loose-fitting robes. He shed his vestment and haori to bare his upper half, letting his female counterpart drink in the sight of his broad, firm chest and tightly-toned, washboard-like abdomen. When he slipped out of his hakama at last, Kagura’s ruby eyes grew dark with wild demonic passion as she laid them on his brawny thighs…and the impressive male organs he had been carrying between them underneath his hakama’s fine silk.
            At full, almost eleven-inch erection already, Byakuya’s big cock twitched visibly in time with the beat of his heart, pointing upward in a gentle curve to nudge high up against his lower abdomen. Glistening droplets of transparent male fluid slipped out of the thin, clean slit of his cock’s broad crown, drooling thickly down the underside of his meaty, elegantly-veined length. His demonic reproductive constitution was in full effect; between Sayaka’s mouth and pussy, the pussy of one Sayaka’s regrettably-deceased junior priestesses, and his own hand, he had reached six messy orgasms just in the past two or three hours, but his balls remained heavy and full in their smooth sac. He looked as if he hadn’t shot a load in a week.
            The pungent scent of Byakuya’s pre-cum reached Kagura’s nose and she almost came again. Her body knew exactly what it needed, and to be so close to having it was driving her wild. Between Kagura’s open thighs, Naraku used both index fingers and thumbs to spread the silky smooth, blood-flushed outer petals of the wind witch’s pussy far apart, revealing her pussy’s creamy pink interior. Her exposed inner petals quivered by the rhythmic contractions of her most private muscles, the pristine, perfectly-formed orifice they protected shedding a healthy glob of milky female fluid. Naraku salivated for a taste and he opened his mouth, extending his long tongue to lap up his rich, sexual treat.
            Kagura gave a low, full-lunged moan as Naraku began to eat her pussy up. Releasing a hand from the death grip she had on the bedsheets beneath her, she shoved that hand down between her legs to weave it into her creator’s thick, sable mane and grip tightly. Her muscles flexing with precision and power, she pumped her hips deftly, lifting them completely off the bed over and over to thrust her sex up into Naraku’s mouth and fuck his face. When her hips left the bed, the evil oni lord seized the opportunity to thrust his hands up underneath her and take firm hold of her ass, squeezing ruthlessly and pulling her hard against his mouth to ravish her with more authority. Burying his nose against the hooded pearl of her clit, he pressed his tongue deep into her, swirling it mercilessly against her inner walls and lathing it against her hymen, as if to taste the physical symbol of her virginity.
            As Naraku worshipped Kagura’s cunt with his mouth and tongue, Byakuya moved to stand next to the bed on which Kagura lay, looming over her by her left side. He took his cock in hand and began to fist it for his female reflection to see, coaxing himself to peak size and hardness with slow, measured strokes. He spread his ample pre-cum up and down his throbbing length, lubricating it generously until it gleamed and pulsed in the light of Naraku’s candle-like youki orbs. Still keeping Naraku’s head in place between her thighs with one hand, Kagura placed her other hand over the hand Byakuya used to jack himself, gently urging him to stop.
            Byakuya removed his hand from his cock as Kagura wanted, letting her take over and explore his hot male flesh. She reached up to splay her free hand over his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her palm and seeing the effect of each life-giving beat a split second later as his cock twitched in time. Her hand began to drift lower, down over his chiseled abdomen, then to one side of him to feel the stunning muscle definition in his hip.
            Boldly, Kagura turned her palm upward and cupped it to Byakuya’s heavy balls, feeling their size, weight, and heat, as well as the texture of the smooth, hairless sac that contained them. She squeezed his big male orbs gently and painlessly, causing Byakuya to draw in a harsh breath of rising pleasure. She then wrapped her hand around his cock at last, just barely able to close her thumb and middle finger around its thick girth, and began to stroke him nice and slow, building up a rhythm that soon had him thrusting against her fist.
            Briefly, Naraku pulled away from Kagura’s cunt to take a breath. Web-like threads of hot, viscous liquid, a mixture of her pussy cream and his own saliva, connected his chin to her sex. He looked up along the wanton wind witch’s belly and breasts to see her jacking Byakuya off, taking twisted pleasure from the sight of his incarnations getting along so well. “Kagura,” he addressed to get her attention, drawing her ruby gaze to him for a moment. “Take him in your mouth.”
            Looking away from Naraku, Kagura stilled her hand at the base of Byakuya’s cock and watched an especially pearly droplet of pre-cum slip out of the head of it, another welling up in its place. As Naraku enjoyed the taste of her body, she wanted a taste of her wind demon twin, and she hardly needed any coercion. She glanced up into Byakuya’s cobalt blue eyes, and keeping full eye contact with him, she began to pull very gently on him, encouraging him to step closer and place himself within reach of her glossy red lips.
            Byakuya breathed raggedly, feeling his prostate really pumping with desire at the thought of Kagura using her mouth on him. Swiftly, he reached for the head of the bed and snatched a pillow from it, slipping it underneath Kagura’s ebony-haired head so that she wouldn’t strain her neck, much to her appreciation. Trembling with need, he leaned over her so that his chest was heaving directly above her head, bracing both hands on the bed on the far side of her waist and bending his knees slightly to put his hips at the right level for her.
            Kagura pulled Byakuya to her more urgently now, stroking his cock to keep it big and hard as she brought its huge, flared head to her lips. She opened her mouth to extend her long, pink tongue and lick at his cock’s oozing slit, lapping up his pre-cum and swallowing willingly. A small wave of energy flowed through her at the taste, causing her to gasp out as her heart sped up. Byakuya’s pre-cum was laced with his youki and it transmitted into her body the moment it touched her tongue. It was his demonic body’s curiously evolved way of indicating his power and virility to a potential mate. Kagura could only wonder: if Byakuya’s pre-cum alone tasted so good, how would his semen?
            Byakuya tilted his head back and groaned passionately as Kagura opened her red lips wide and began to drink his cock in, swallowing him up inch by hard, thick, pulsing inch. As an incarnation of Naraku, Kagura relied on the more obscene knowledge she had inherited from the oni lord and her own instincts to guide her. In her mind’s eye, she could see brief glimpses of the bandit Onigumo’s life during his visits to the various brothels found in the Japanese countryside. Various scenes of slutty geisha on their knees before him flashed through her mind, and she emulated what they had done then with their mouths.
            Kagura took Byakuya’s full eleven inches down her throat without much trouble. Naraku had intentionally, and quite perversely, designed her body without a gag reflex. Her throat bulged out visibly by Byakuya’s thickness but she remained able to breathe, breathing quickly but regularly through her nose. Byakuya’s big balls and the hairless base of his cock soon came to rest directly against her face, and to her relieved pleasure, she found that he smelled very clean and healthy, as right then, she couldn’t breathe anything but his scent.
            Byakuya pulled his cock out of Kagura’s mouth by a single inch and pushed it back in slowly, timing his advance and retreat to give her plenty of opportunity to breathe. The flared head of him dragged back and forth over the walls of her esophagus. He built a slow, easy rhythm with her, as if to make love to her mouth instead of fuck it outright. Seeing this, Naraku stood up between Kagura’s thighs and stripped himself of his lilac hakama. His cock, even bigger than Byakuya’s, practically fell out of his pants by its weight and he took it in hand to guide it down to Kagura’s cunt.
            Kagura tensed up as she felt Naraku press the head of his cock against her sex, pushing her outer and inner petals apart and beginning to breach her outermost gate. The evil oni lord braced his hands on the bed to either side of her waist and began to lean his weight over her, applying his weight onto his cock and working it a little deeper with each nudge of his hips. He felt the flimsy resistance of her maidenhead and he paused.
            “Now, hold very still,” Naraku warned to Kagura. This was the only warning he gave to her as he reared back and thrust forward into her hot, sucking cunt with brutal strength, breaking through the proof of her virginity and sheathing himself within her completely.
            Her hymen tearing and her pussy’s inner muscles spreading wide to take Naraku’s girth, Kagura’s eyes widened and she screamed into Byakuya’s cock, her scream coming as only a pitiful, muffled whine. Hurriedly, Byakuya’s pulled out of her mouth completely to let her breathe and she wept aloud, sobbing by the pain that gripped her. Naraku held still to let her adjust to his size, leaning over her to whisper evil comfort into one of her tapered ears.
            “Shhh,” Naraku hushed. “The pain will pass. Soon, you’ll be feeling very, very good.”
            Angrily, Kagura planted a hand on Naraku’s chest and shoved his upper body away from her to get some space for herself. She looked down between her thighs to see her female mound spread and bulged out obscenely by the sheer thickness of her evil master’s organ. He was so long that she could see a faint indention in her abdomen, just past her navel. His bulbous crown pressed firmly against the mouth of her womb and she could feel his heart beating inside her, the massive length of him pulsing against her inner muscles.
            Just as Naraku said, the pain did pass for Kagura. She bled very little from her ‘defloration,’ her female demonic body able to heal and seal her broken blood vessels several times faster than a human woman’s. The pain she felt quickly transformed into a rich corona of sexual warmth that filled her belly, spreading outward to saturate her entire body. Soon, her natural lubricant began to flow freely around Naraku’s cock, gently sopping out of her around him to slip down between the taut globes of her rear.
            Feeling Kagura beginning to cream over around him, Naraku began to move, withdrawing from her cunt by just a little bit and sinking back in, over and over to work her body into familiarity with his. The next sound out of her mouth was a small gasp of amazement as the sensation of her dark master’s cock beginning to move inside her opened brand new dimensions of pleasure to her. Naraku built the penetration gradually, backing out and surging back in little by little until he was giving Kagura his full length on every thrust.
            Byakuya watched Kagura’s large breasts bounce upon her chest in mesmerizing fashion as Naraku fucked her deep and slow. The beautiful wind witch looked up at her male reflection with unrestrained ecstasy glowing in her ruby eyes, and she pulled on his cock again, bringing it back to her mouth to suck him all the way in. She slipped a hand around him to cup it over his firm rear and encourage him to thrust. Quickly, he got back into the rhythm he had been working on before and soon, Kagura had two big, powerful demon males fucking her good and hard from both ends.
            Naraku increased his speed, leaning over Kagura to put his full weight behind his thrusts, threatening to fuck her further up the smooth-sheeted bed. He reached deep into her to bury the head of his cock against the trembling wall of her cervix over and over, his heavy, tense balls patting ominously against her ass. Watching her throat bulge out and sink back in as Byakuya pumped himself into her mouth, the evil oni lord felt the pressure begin to build within him.
            Byakuya slipped his left hand down between Kagura’s body and Naraku’s, seeking out the delicate, hooded pearl of her clit and beginning to massage it. The effect was immediate as Kagura cried out into his cock again, sending delicious sexual vibrations into his very core. Like Naraku, he could feel the creamy liquid pressure of his seed beginning to move, and he strove to make her come before he did.
            Naraku thrusts bordered on violence now as he worked with Byakuya to push Kagura into her pleasure. The soft, rhythmic gush of his cock pumping into her pussy became a sharp, rapid fap, fap, fap. Kagura could do nothing but take it, feeling Naraku hammering against her cervix while Byakuya sought to fuck her head down into the pillow on which it lay. Her heart began to beat faster, her chest heaving and breasts jiggling in perfect synchronization from Naraku’s harsh pounding. She could feel something coming, something huge, drawing closer and closer with each pass of the hard, throbbing cocks she took in her pussy and mouth. At last, it was upon her, and she tensed up suddenly, her eyes going wide as full-blown orgasm took her hard.
            Byakuya felt Kagura come for him and Naraku, and his self-control reached its end. He buried himself balls-deep in her mouth and held himself there as he erupted, big, hot loads of his creamy white seed pumping through his cock and bursting out of him to flow right down her throat. The copious amounts of sperm-loaded fluid he gave her settled in her stomach, the demonic energy contained in it all osmosing through her stomach’s walls as if by digestion, soaking into the rest of her body to prolong her climax. Kagura moaned into his spewing cock, his cock shoved so far down her throat that she hardly needed to swallow.
            Naraku gazed intently at Kagura’s cock-filled throat. Byakuya was ejaculating with such volume and pressure that the oni lord could see the wind witch’s elegant female larynx being displaced outward from the inside with every heavy load of cum that flowed past it. Naraku felt his balls grow suddenly tense at the sight and he shoved them to Kagura’s ass, mating his cock’s head to her cervix as he came. He tossed his sable-maned head rearward, his hair fluttering over his spider-branded back as he roared his pleasure.
            Hot, thick semen left Naraku balls and surged through his cock with such intensity that Kagura could feel the underside of it bloating out against her pussy’s rippling posterior wall. The orgasming oni lord held himself so deep within her that the thin slit at the end of his cock kissed against the tiny female opening in her womb’s mouth, his seed blasting through it and slamming against the walls of her womb to turn them thick, creamy white in just a few heartbeats. For Kagura, the heat of Naraku’s seed was almost scalding and she could feel it working its way deeper, coursing into her fallopian tubes with ease.
            And then, Kagura felt nothing. Her womb was completely full of Naraku’s seed, her ovaries drowning in the stuff, but other than the churning heat of it, she felt nothing. She realized that unlike Byakuya’s, his reproductive essence was empty, devoid of life, incapable of fulfilling the purpose for which Nature had designed it. As Byakuya withdrew his cock from her mouth and throat, her first breaths were as sultry, cum-drenched laughter.
            Shivering as the last few pulses of male orgasm washed over him, Naraku scowled. “What’s so funny?” he asked of Kagura.
            Kagura grinned up at her evidently-sterile master, thick wads of Byakuya’s semen clinging to her lips and rolling over her teeth. “Your cum is so weak,” she rasped, catching her breath. She flicked her tongue around her mouth, gathering up what remained of Byakuya’s orgasm as if to savor it, and she swallowed emphatically. Even then, she could feel the male wind demon’s cream pulsing with energy inside her stomach, while the heat of Naraku’s was already fading in her womb. “Actually, I can’t even say that. It’s like…it’s like it isn’t even there.”
            Naraku’s evil red eyes narrowed dangerously with poorly-veiled anger. “You’re right,” he confirmed to Kagura. “My seed is weak. My body is made up from thousands of other demons, and so I have no true essence I can pass on to a woman, not even you. Perhaps you’d like to give Byakuya’s a try?”
            Naraku pulled out of Kagura’s cunt abruptly and a flood of his seed poured out of her after him, flowing down her rear and soaking into the satin sheets below. Aggressively, he reached across the bed to Byakuya and fisted a hand in the male wind demon’s long, silky black hair, dragging him from his place at Kagura’s side and maneuvering him so that he stood in his place between the wind witch’s open thighs. He shoved him forward so that he lay directly atop her.
            “Fuck her,” Naraku ordered to Byakuya. “Let her decide if your cum feels better than mine!”
            Kagura’s grin faded. Naraku would have Byakuya take her? She began to panic: she had felt the power of her male reflection’s seed and Naraku had told her that she was ovulating. Right then, she could feel an egg ready and waiting in her belly. Naraku’s sperm were already dying off and Byakuya’s billions of little egg-seeking soldiers would be unopposed. “Wait,” she gasped, scrambling for something, anything to change Naraku’s mind in the matter. “What about Kohaku?”
            “Don’t worry,” Naraku reassured. Kagura had heard those words before from him and for her, they hardly inspired any confidence. “Kohaku will have his chance. If Byakuya impregnates you, I have several rather entertaining methods of contraception at my disposal.”
            Byakuya could feel Kagura trembling beneath him and he pushed himself up onto his arms to gaze down at her. His heart clenched at the fear he saw in her eyes and he bent down to kiss her softly. “I’m sorry. I have to do this,” he apologized as he reached down between their bodies to take hold of his cock, fisting it back to full erection and guiding it down to her sex. He adjusted his hips between her thighs, getting into position. “He’ll kill me if I don’t.”
            Kagura wept aloud as Byakuya eased forward, filling her with his cock. Her body accepted him readily, having coped with Naraku’s ruthless spearing a minute earlier. What remained of the oni lord’s semen lubricated their joining and the male wind demon’s heavy balls soon came to rest against his female twin’s perfect ass, the head of him pulsing against her womb.
            Byakuya began a brisk, penetrating rhythm with Kagura right from the start, backing out until the rim of his cock’s crown emerged from her sex and sliding right back in. His shaft glistened and dripped with a heavy coat of her pussy fluid and Naraku’s seed. For his own part, Naraku looked on with great satisfaction as he watched his two incarnations writhe together in unimaginable pleasure. Soon, Kagura’s sobs became breathless cries, matched by Byakuya’s potent, male groans. He felt his cock swelling back up at the incredible sight and he knew exactly where he wanted to put it next.
            Naraku stepped up behind Byakuya, covering the male wind demon’s muscular back with his equally-muscular chest. He kicked his feet at little farther apart on the fleshy floor to make room. Byakuya stilled, looking over a shoulder at his dark master and instantly recognizing the wild, depraved grin upon his face. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t have my revenge, did you?” Naraku asked of him. “Consider this as punishment, for your insolence at the bath house.”
            Byakuya winced as Naraku spread the firm cheeks of his ass apart and planted the head of his cock against the clean, pink hole they concealed. The evil oni lord eased forward, the penetration made easier by the generous amount of Kagura’s female lubricant still clinging to him. Inch after huge, meaty inch of Naraku disappeared inside Byakuya until Naraku’s broad hips met the wind demon’s ass, his balls trapped and throbbing between them.
            Kagura looked on in escalating horror as Naraku violated Byakuya anally. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” she whispered to him, cupping his handsome face in her hands and kissing his forehead between his silken black bangs, trying to provide him some small comfort.
            Byakuya grunted in great discomfort, feeling Naraku’s heart beating inside his ass, a sensation he never counted on experiencing. Gradually, the pain began to fade as his demonic healing factor kicked in. “It’s all right,” he said to Kagura, gearing up to begin moving inside her again. “It’s only fitting. I rape you, he rapes me!”
            Naraku pulled out of Byakuya’s ass a bit and Byakuya pulled out of Kagura’s pussy by an equal amount. Byakuya then surged back into Kagura and Naraku did the same to him. Gradually, they went faster and faster, deeper and deeper until Byakuya was giving his full length to Kagura once more, Naraku fucking him with equal depth. The sadistic oni lord angled his thrusts to hit the male wind demon’s prostate on every stroke, making his forward thrusts exceptionally forceful so as to drive the male wind demon’s hips into those of his female twin all that much harder.
            Kagura had been primed for another orgasm ever since the one Naraku had fucked her into, and she shattered into it very quickly. She tossed her head back against the pillow supporting it and snarled as she came again and again, being nailed into the bed beneath her by close to 500 pounds of hard, male muscle. The hot, sucking contractions of her pussy and the searing flood of her milky cream that followed drew Byakuya into his own climax. His cock swelled and lifted deep within her, the head of it swelling as if to lock against her cervix as great, rope-like gouts of his cum burst out of it, pumping directly through her cervix and flooding into her womb.
            Byakuya’s seed filled Kagura’s womb completely, destroying Naraku’s vile fluid at the cellular level and leaving only healthy wind demon sperm behind. The wind witch’s heart pounded by the stimulation as she felt the walls of her most precious chamber bathing in the rich, creamy liquid heat of a worthy male at last. Naraku slowed his strokes into Byakuya’s ass briefly, focusing his senses to ‘see’ Byakuya’s sperm closing in on Kagura’s egg.
            To Naraku, the heartbeats of his lovely incarnations were as thunderous music in his ears. His own heart raced to match as Byakuya’s reproductive flood drew ever closer to its target inside Kagura’s belly. He fucked Byakuya deep and slow, closing his eyes and speaking with psychotic pleasure. “Just a little bit more, Kagura. Oh, yes, just a little bit more…there we are!”
            Naraku held his breath as the first of Byakuya’s sperm reached Kagura’s egg, their bulbous, gene-carrying heads touching to its delicate outer membrane. And then…nothing. Hundreds, then thousands of sperm followed, not one of them breaching the egg. Gradually, they expended their limited energy and stopped moving, drifting away to be lost and absorbed in Kagura’s uterine aether. Byakuya and Kagura…were incompatible.
            “Oh…” Naraku sighed in disappointment. “It seems you two can’t create life together. It’s such a shame. Your child would have been beautiful.”
            Naraku compensated for his disappointment by picking up his pace in Byakuya’s ass again. He could still feel the male wind demon’s prostate throbbing from his orgasm inside Kagura and his own climax soon loomed. Just a few more hard, frenzied thrusts and he was done, his cock throbbing brutally within Byakuya’s body and his seed bursting out to drench his colon, flooding him utterly. Still coming, he pulled out and fisted himself hard to deliver his last few loads onto the male wind demon’s back, spattering his spider-shaped brand with his seed.
            Exhausted, Byakuya sank into Kagura’s arms and she held him close, resting with him upon the bed. Admiring the emotion in their embrace, Naraku used his youki to levitate their bodies from the bed and pull the bed’s top sheet back, setting his incarnations back down. Byakuya pulled out of Kagura to lay to her right, and as with Naraku before him, a heavy flood of his cum poured out of her, soaking into the sheets beneath her and soiling them further. Naraku paid this no mind, however: the sheets were transmutated demonic flesh and needing no conventional cleaning.
            Naraku climbed into the bed, laying to Kagura’s left so that the lovely, well-fucked wind sorceress lay with a big, powerful male to either side of her. He pulled the bed’s top sheet over the three of them and scooted closer to Kagura to push her back into Byakuya’s chest, their bodies contoured together and their individual body heats joined into one. Kagura felt her consciousness waning, the sensation of the warm, solid bodies behind and in front of her lulling her to sleep, even if she hated one of them with all of her heart.
            Underneath the sheet, Byakuya smoothed a hand up Kagura’s bare side from behind, kissing at her shoulder to soothe her, disregarding his own aches. In front of her, Naraku grasped her chin and tilted her face to his. Her lashes fluttered beautifully as she struggled to stay awake, even as hatred burned in her ruby eyes. “Go ahead. Sleep,” Naraku hushed to her. “Rest well. You’ll need your strength in the morning.”
            Unable to fight it off any longer, Kagura closed her eyes completely and did not open them again, her breathing slowing down and evening out as sleep claimed her. Byakuya gave Naraku a muted leer as he fell asleep, as well. Finally, with his incarnations dozing, Naraku got comfortable upon the bed to join them. His dreams were any normal person’s nightmare, for he had such ‘wonderful’ things planned for Kikyo and Kohaku.

-To be continued-
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A Twist in the Myth