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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 21: Of a Miko, a Taijiya, and their Voyeurs – pt. 1

Chapter summary: In the years since Kagura’s death, Kohaku has matured from a boy to a man, a fact not lost on Kikyo. After leaving Sayaka’s shrine and visiting a secluded hot spring to bathe and ‘recharge’ using her soul collectors, she expresses her attraction to him, attraction he reciprocates. Meanwhile, Kagura and Byakuya enter the skies over Honshu and by Naraku’s act of activating her ovaries, Kagura’s first exposure to the pheromones of springtime breeding season throws her instantly into heat. Kagura and Byakuya use Kanna’s mirror to zero in on Kikyo and Kohaku and catch them in the act of physical love, driving Kagura wild enough that she uses Byakuya to ‘cope’ with her heat. Sex scene: Kikyo/Kohaku.
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(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – Clearing Skies)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3NO6gybEig
            Riding her giant white bird feather and his giant origami crane, respectively, Kagura and Byakuya lifted off from the open ground in front of Naraku’s castle, ascending into the sullen sky around the island on which the castle sat and blasting off into fast, level flight. Even though it was broad daylight outside, around an hour past noon, Naraku’s foul aura seemed to suck the sunlight right out of the air, giving his island a distinctive corona of deathly gloom. Heading due west, it wasn’t until Kagura and Byakuya put at least two miles of open sea between themselves and the castle that they felt unmolested sunlight pouring down upon them.
            Kagura closed her ruby eyes and tilted her head back a bit, relishing in the warmth of the sun beaming down onto her pale skin and the sound and sensation of her beloved wind rushing past her tapered ears, flowing through her silky black hair. She could still hardly believe she lived again. Images of the end of her previous life flashed through her mind: Naraku’s evil smile as he impaled her with his tentacles, Sesshomaru’s stoic impassivity as he reached for his Tenseiga, and the heartbroken sympathy of InuYasha and his friends as they arrived at the scene of her death just in time to see her dissolve into miasma-laden ash.
            Along with the fear of whatever evil things Naraku had planned for her, profound excitement swelled in Kagura’s heart. Most immediately, she anticipated seeing Kohaku again, but she also looked forward to dropping in on Sesshomaru at some point. If anything could get a reaction out of him, that would. Kagura was even excited at the thought of seeing InuYasha and his friends; her relationship with the hanyou warrior and his pack had taken a dramatic turn for the better in her previous life’s final hours. Then, forgiving her for all her transgressions against them, they had been willing to take her into their fold and protect her; she predicted she would come to need that protection in the very near future.
            Then there was Byakuya. The male wind demon flew abreast of Kagura, and the wind witch glanced over at him. Despite having fucked him twice already, she didn’t know him very well, but she felt he could be a powerful ally for her going forward. He seemed generally good-natured, judging by his empathy toward her upon her resurrection and his mindfulness of both her pain and pleasure during the hard, feverish sexual encounters Naraku had pressured them into. More importantly, he seemed about ready to make his own escape from Naraku, to free himself and Sayaka from the oni lord’s clutches. By her own admission, Sayaka carried Byakuya’s child, and for Byakuya to be protective of her instead of blindly obedient to Naraku suggested to Kagura that his priorities were somewhat in order.
            Sayaka, too, attracted Kagura’s hopes. If Naraku was willing to go to the trouble of taking her alive, then the miko prostitute surely bore great power within her. Less than an hour earlier, Kagura had witnessed some of Sayaka’s power at work as she healed Naraku. But beyond Sayaka, Kagura knew she and Byakuya would need all the help they could get to escape Naraku. The oni lord was virtually omnipotent and omniscient, his reach restrained only by the incomplete state of the Shikon no Tama and the illness it had sewn in him.
            Right at that moment, Kagura and Byakuya were seeking out Kikyo and Kohaku, to capture them and take them to Naraku. Assuming the two wind demons succeeded, Naraku would use Kikyo as another source for reiki for his ‘healings,’ and since Kohaku had regained his memory and was no longer useful as his puppet, the oni lord would finally reclaim the shard of the Shikon jewel he had implanted in his neck. Earlier, in the incarnation birthing chamber beneath his castle, Naraku had promised Kagura to spare Kohaku’s life, to extract the jewel shard from him in such a way that he would continue to live. The wind witch knew it was totally insane to trust Naraku in most circumstances, but this was an exception. She was counting on Naraku being simply too excited by the hedonistic prospect of watching her fuck the now-grown taijiya warrior to break his word.
            Spotting Honshu’s eastern coastline appearing on the horizon, Byakuya looked over to Kagura as she kept formation with him in the air and shouted to her over the sound of the oncoming wind. “Kagura! We’ll be over land soon,” he pointed to the approaching landmass. “Try using Kanna’s mirror to find Kikyo and Kohaku.”
            Kagura carried Kanna’s silver-framed mirror at her hip; it hung from the dark yellow sash around her waist by a curved steel hook. She detached it from her sash and took it into her hands very firmly and carefully, not only to avoid accidentally dropping it into the shallowing sea below, but because she was handling a potential weapon of mass destruction. She turned the glassed side to her with extreme caution, peering into it as if she were peering into the muzzle of a potentially-loaded cannon.
            For both Kagura’s and Byakuya’s sake, Kanna’s mirror proved quite inert. With great relief, the wind witch saw only her own face in the mirror’s polished, reflective glass. Shen then looked past her reflection to note several fine cracks in it, as if the mirror had been broken, then repaired. It was as a symbol of Kanna’s death and Kagura felt grimly thankful she hadn’t been alive to witness it. As she expected Naraku to honor his word concerning Kohaku, she expected him to do the same for Kanna. Kagura only hoped that by provoking Naraku to revive Kanna, she wasn’t condemning her to further damnation.
            Kagura had seen Kanna use her mirror enough times to have gained a good idea of how it worked. The mirror operated by a telepathic link to its user; the user thought of something or someone and the mirror communed with otherworldly energies to seek out the desired subject in the surrounding world, then display it in its glass. The mirror also functioned as a navigational aid; while displaying the subject, it superimposed a small sphere of subtle white light over the image, along the glass’s circular edge. The light sphere rotated as the mirror’s user changed direction, always pointing to the target. The only limitation of this configuration was that it did not indicate distance, but Kagura and Byakuya could fly far and fast enough that distance was not a great concern.
            Naraku had modified Kanna’s mirror to function in either Kagura’s or Byakuya’s hands, and Kagura began to think intently about Kikyo and Kohaku, watching the mirror as she did so. Sure enough, her own reflection dispelled and the image that replaced it was as a straight-downward, bird’s eye view of a vast forest. The view zoomed in gradually until two humanoid shapes – Kikyo and Kohaku - became visible through the forest canopy, the zoom progressing until Kagura felt she was looking down at them from a height of only a few feet.
            Right away, Kagura discovered that with only a thought, she could control the image’s attitude; she could rotate it, elevate and depress it in a three-dimensional plane. She angled her viewpoint downward to follow Kikyo and Kohaku from behind, and she was immediately struck by how tall Kohaku appeared as he walked next to the undead miko. Her heart picking up speed in her chest, she rotated her viewpoint around to view them from the front.
            Kagura could see that Kikyo hadn’t changed a bit, but her ruby eyes widened as she took in Kohaku’s appearance. Naraku hadn’t been lying; Kohaku had become a man. This led Kagura to ask herself: ‘How long have I been gone?’ The taijiya’s adorable facial spots had cleared up with his maturity and his skin-tight bodysuit contoured to a very powerful, muscular frame. He was as tall as Kikyo now, just a few inches away from the height of Kagura’s previous body. However, Naraku’s modifications to Kagura’s new body ensured that when standing near Kohaku, the wind witch would still be able to tower over him.
            ‘Can you see me, Kohaku? I hope you’ll be as happy to see me as I am to see you,’ Kagura spoke to Kohaku silently. Gazing at the handsome taijiya through Kanna’s mirror with increasing longing, she could feel her heart hammering by both emotional and physical excitement. Her female demonic hormones were in turmoil from Naraku’s activation of her sex drive and at that moment, her attraction to the opposite sex was very, very powerful. Fucking both Naraku and Byakuya at once hadn’t put a dent in it. She needed more, and she prayed that Kohaku alone, human as he was, could give her body what it needed: a goddamn baby. ‘Kohaku, I’m on my way!’
            Shouting to Byakuya over the wind as she banked her feather to place the directional marker of Kanna’s mirror at the 0-degree position, Kagura called: “Byakuya, I see them! Follow me!”
            Byakuya turned his origami crane to follow Kagura’s new heading. Their two-craft formation in the air shifted from ‘line abreast’ to ‘echelon,’ with Kagura in front. Kagura called on her winds to propel her feather a little faster and Byakuya sped up to match; the male wind demon could tell that his female reflection was excited to see Kikyo and Kohaku in person. ‘Probably more Kohaku than Kikyo,’ he thought to himself. ‘That lucky, demon-slaying devil.’ For Byakuya, sex with Kagura was incredibly enjoyable, but he predicted she was going to really rock Kohaku’s world.
            Below the two wind demons, sea finally gave way to solid land. They flew over surf-beaten beach, then an open, grassy plain. Less than a minute later, though, Kagura could smell something odd in the Honshu air, immediately feeling a wave of sudden dizziness overtaking her. It was like when Naraku stimulated her ovaries earlier, a flood of demonic estrogen sweeping through her blood for the first time. This time was markedly more powerful and she opened her glossy red lips to cry out, but no sound left them. The color in her vision grew dull and grey, throbbing in and out in time with her heartbeat. The world before her began to spin, first in the figurative sense, then in the quite literal sense as she lost her balance and toppled right off her giant feather.
            Momentarily stunned, Byakuya watched Kagura slump forward atop her feather, then fall over the side. “Kagura!” he cried out to her. They had been flying at an altitude of hundreds of feet and the Master of Illusions had no intention of finding out if the Wind Sorceress could survive such a fall. Swiftly, he banked his origami crane to line up its long-necked head with Kagura’s tumbling body, then dove hard to sweep down and catch her from beneath. As he took her into his arms, his crane shuddered beneath her added weight, its wings flexing visibly, but held firm.
            Then, Byakuya spotted the glint of Kanna’s mirror below him and Kagura; Kagura had lost her grip on it when she fell. ‘The mirror!’ Now, it was less than a hundred feet from the ground. “Hang on,” he growled tersely to the wind witch, unsure if she was conscious enough to hear. Clasping Kagura to him with one arm, he braced himself as best he could and dove again, this time chasing the mirror.
            Byakuya saved Kanna’s mirror from another shattering by less than a second. That window of time was too narrow to allow him to pull out of his dive completely, and the keel of his crane gouged into the grassy ground, digging out a long trough of upturned dirt and ripping open to come to a shuddering halt after several dozen feet. Thankfully uninjured and with both Kagura and the mirror secure, Byakuya pried himself and his female reflection out of the crumpled paper wreckage, moving them to a nearby patch of undisturbed grass.
            Kagura came back to consciousness with one of her arms slung around Byakuya’s neck as he helped her away from his ruined crane. He knelt with her upon the seaside Honshu plain and held her in his lap, shaking her shoulders gently and calling her name to try and bring her fully awake. To her, the sound of his voice was muted and distant, becoming clearer only gradually. What was immediately clear to her was his body’s warmth and scent. Her heart began to beat harder and faster as she breathed his scent in, practically nuzzling her face into his throat to get closer to the source of it.
            Byakuya’s cobalt-blue eyes widened and he stilled as Kagura began to writhe in his arms, burying her face into his neck. A nervous, helpless half-smile crossed his face as he realized that she was sexually aroused. She opened her glossy red lips to take a nice, long lick at his skin and he gasped at the sensation. “Byakuya,” she whispered to him, uttering his name in a breathless, disturbingly sexy purr, probably one of the sexiest sounds he might ever hear out of a woman.
            Kagura felt some of her strength return and almost involuntarily, she used it to flip herself onto all fours, then push Byakuya back onto the grassy ground behind him. She lay down atop him, grinding and pumping her hips to his. “Byakuya, I, I…” she faltered, even as she clamped a hand over his lower jaw and took his lips with hers.
            Byakuya felt slightly lightheaded for a moment as a sizable amount of his blood left his brain, his heart pumping it straight into his cock. With a goddess like Kagura blatantly humping on him for the whole world to see, he became seriously hard, fully erect in just a few seconds. Moaning softly into her kiss, he grasped her upper arms to pull her closer, letting her grind her belly to his cock through their clothes a little harder.
            No. This is wrong. These thoughts echoed in Byakuya’s sex-addled mind and he took control of himself and Kagura to roll them over, forcing her onto her back. He thought of Sayaka and how she would feel if she were to see him fooling around with Kagura again. He broke the kiss he shared with the wind witch with a saliva-slicked gasp and pushed himself up onto his arms, hurriedly backing away from her.
            “Wait. Stop,” Byakuya panted, extending a flat palm to keep Kagura at bay. Kagura scrambled onto her hands and feet, a wild look glowing in her ruby eyes as she crouched low, preparing to pounce. “Kagura, stop!”
            Kagura almost did pounce, but Byakuya’s cry cut through the haze in her mind and she restrained herself just in time. Her heart was racing, her blood like liquid fire in her veins. “I…I feel so hot,” she yowled, a greater measure of sanity behind her voice this time. Her breasts felt heavy and huge beneath her kimono and she held one in a hand, massaging it through the fine silk. Her nipple grew tight and firm, a delicious, soaking-wet throb of female pleasure building up between her thighs.
            “Kami,” Byakuya breathed, realizing what was happening. “You’re in heat. Naraku made you sexually active today, and now you’re on Honshu, right in the thick of breeding season.”
            Anger rose along with Kagura’s intense arousal, her upper lip curling back over her gleaming white teeth. With the advent of breeding season, the pheromones of reproduction were all around her for her to smell, an invisible wall for her to smack right into unawares. “That fucker,” she cursed of Naraku. “I bet he’s watching me right now, watching and laughing. Why isn’t this affecting you?”
            “It is,” Byakuya replied, catching his breath. His cock was hard as steel beneath his hakama, his balls full of reproductive matter, even after he fucked Sayaka and Kagura twice each in less than twelve hours. “But I’ve had much more time to get used to it, and I’m a male, so maybe it affects me differently.” Then, his expression became one of compassion for the borderline pain Kagura was probably feeling at that moment. “We still have to find Kikyo and Kohaku. Do you feel well enough to fly again?”
            Kagura shook her head. “Not on my own,” she rasped, fighting her own biological urge to knock Byakuya over and fuck him into next month. “I…I probably couldn’t fly three feet, as I am.”
            “I can fly us both, then,” Byakuya offered as a solution, drawing a folded-up paper crane from a pocket inside his outer vestment and casting it to his side, using his wind demon magic to enlarge it into its giant flight form. It was a replacement for the one he’d just crash-landed.
            Kagura looked at Byakuya’s giant crane with worry. “Sitting so close to you, so high up in the air? I’ll be dangerous to you.”
            “But I can’t just leave you here,” Byakuya said. “Naraku’s right about one thing - Kikyo and Kohaku together are so powerful together, I’ll need your help. And if there’s any hope of taking them without violence, you’re it. They won’t listen to me at all.”
            “What, then?” Kagura asked in mounting exasperation. Right then, she needed to fuck, to be fucked, to be bred. Overpowering Byakuya, dragging him off into the forest, and having her way with him, whether he wanted it or not, was looking more attractive by the second.
            Byakuya held out his hand with his palm turned upward. He conjured a flower into it, a large, lovely white chrysanthemum, the Japanese kiku. The kiku opened its overlapped petals to reveal its center, the part that produced its clean, fragrant scent. “Here,” Byakuya said to Kagura, offering her the flower. “Breathe this. It will relax you, put you to sleep.”
            Without hesitation, Kagura accepted Byakuya’s kiku and brought it to her nose, sniffing experimentally. Immediately, she felt relief from her heat. Her heart slowed, her blood cooled, and her body calmed down. She breathed more deeply, taking in as much of the magic kiku’s sedating fragrance as she could. A welcome drowsiness came over her and Byakuya stepped forward to take her into his arms again as she fell fast asleep.
            Byakuya scooped Kagura up and carried her over to his new magic crane, laying her into it carefully and taking his place beside her along the crane’s centerline. He called on the wind as she could and his crane lifted off from the ground, guided back to the course they had been following just before her heat struck.
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(Soundtrack: Rainbow – Lady of the Lake)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUodkI3VsTw
            A little more than an hour before Kagura and Byakuya left Naraku’s castle, Kikyo and Kohaku left Sayaka’s shrine after burying and praying for the dead they had found there. They flew atop Kikyo’s serpentine Shinidamachu, heading west and further inland. Their destination was a forest that bordered the territories of two feuding daimyo; the two provincial rulers sought to resolve their differences through war, committing huge numbers of men to the field, with heavy casualties on both sides. Kikyo knew of a hot spring in that forest, one that was recessed far enough in to not be disturbed by humans while remaining close enough to the feudal battlefield for her Shinidamachu to collect the souls of the dead. There, she could bathe, and as her soul collectors brought the souls of dead soldiers to her, she could recharge herself fully.
            Kikyo and Kohaku flew for about twenty minutes before arriving over the forest they sought. Kikyo guided her Shinidamachu to descend through the tops of the trees, then she and Kohaku dismounted once they were close enough to the mossy forest floor. “This way,” Kikyo pointed, gesturing for her taijiya bodyguard to follow her. At the same time, Kikyo’s soul collectors climbed back above the trees, heading off to distant, body-strewn battlefields at top speed.
            A short walk later, the trees receded to reveal a steamy hot spring cradled among dozens of large, jutting stones. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the tree cover above to give the spring an ethereal glow. Kohaku’s expression, sullen from the scene he and Kikyo had found at Sayaka’s shrine, lightened a bit at the sight. “It’s pretty here,” he said to Kikyo.
            Kikyo smiled softly at Kohaku’s reaction. She felt it was a good thing for them to take their minds off the terrible things happening around them whenever they could, however they could. “While I wait for my Shinidamachu to return, I’m going to bathe. Would you…would you like to join me?”
            Kohaku’s cheeks flushed visibly by Kikyo’s proposition. She would want to bathe with him, to be naked with him? Dismissing the immediate vanity of his own burgeoning sexuality, he looked into the miko’s alluring grey eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking. She wasn’t interested in him like that, was she? Externally, she had the body of a young, beautiful woman, but he suspected that she did not feel the same things that an ordinary woman did. If that was true, and he accepted her offer to bathe with her, and that shared bath escalated into something else, Kohaku felt he would be using Kikyo for his own pleasure, while Kikyo herself would be unable to take any of her own.
            Therefore, Kohaku turned Kikyo down as graciously as possible. “No, thank you,” he declined. “I should watch the forest, in case anyone comes by.”
            Kohaku saw a pang of something flash through Kikyo’s eyes, a strange mixture of sadness and appreciation. She turned away from him wordlessly, stepping toward the sandy edge of the spring and removing her socks and sandals, then slipping out of her red hakama. For his own part, Kohaku leapt atop one of the stones lining the spring, putting his back to Kikyo and crouching comfortably to begin watching the forest outside the spring, ready to spring up and engage whatever threat presented itself. As he did so, the Kikyo shed her white haori and the red yukata she wore beneath it.
            Fully nude now, Kikyo stepped deeper into the spring, its steamy air enveloping her pale body. She dove beneath the surface of the mineral-rich water, swimming forward and using her hands to guide herself along the spring’s rocky bottom. Breaking the surface with a gentle splash, she stood up and tossed her head back, her hair flowing down her arched spine in a wet, shimmering black river.
            Kikyo looked down at her hands, seeing the dirt dissolving from her fingers, dirt that had gathered there while she Kohaku buried the burnt bodies Sayaka’s shrine. She could see the water that had removed the dirt, but she couldn’t feel it. Right then, she could feel neither heat nor cold, her entire world consisting of one neutral, indifferent temperature. Such numbness was maddening; if only Kohaku knew how right he was!
            Through her reiki, Kikyo’s miko training allowed her to commune with the life force of not only the dead, but the living, as well. She’d read Kohaku’s thoughts the second they crossed his mind. His heart was utterly pure; he was willing to spare the lives of a pack of lowly kitsune and he was concerned for her pleasure before his own. By the things she’d done after her unholy resurrection, the hatred she’d held for InuYasha and Kagome, she knew she didn’t deserve the affection of such a man, but she also felt he deserved to know a woman’s touch before his time ran out, because it was running out. If she could give him that, Kikyo hoped it might make some small atonement to the gods whose service she had offended.
            The Shinidamachu returned quickly from the feudal battlefield, carrying scores of disembodied souls for Kikyo to absorb. They descended to her through the trees shading the spring in a lazy spiral and one by one, she accepted the spirits they conveyed to her. She brought those orbs of spiritual energy to her bare chest and pulled them into the spot where her heart would have been, shivering as their energy became her own. Then, as she reached the last soul the Shinidamachu had to offer, she kept it at arm’s length.
            Looking over a shoulder at Kohaku to make sure he was watching the forest as he said he would, Kikyo returned her attention to the spirit she held. “I’m sorry, but we need this. Kohaku…and me,” she whispered to it began to absorb that last soul through her palms. Its energy diffused evenly over her skin rather than flowing directly into her central reserve. Adding a touch of her reiki to the equation, she felt her skin begin to change at the molecular level.
            Kikyo’s body was made of clay, grave soil, and whatever bones were left from her real body after her sister Kaede cremated it upon a funeral pyre, following her murder at Naraku’s hands. It could move without shattering into pieces by the way the ogre-witch Urasue had assembled and animated it. With Kikyo’s bones serving as a vestigial skeleton, the clay and soil surrounding them acted as cartilage and muscle to bind them together. Urasue had transmutated the outermost layers of it to work as flexible skin, even going as far as to simulate the thousands of nerve endings embedded in real skin. Unfortunately, Kikyo broke free from Urasue’s control and killed her before the ogre-witch could connect those nerves to her artificial nervous system, leaving her freely mobile, but unfeeling.
            In the intervening years, Kikyo had found a stopgap solution. By taking a human soul and manipulating it with her reiki, she could stimulate her latent nerve endings and link them to her mind, able to feel as normal again, if only briefly. Kikyo knew it was vain and selfish on her part to use a human soul for such a purpose, but she took some consolation that the cause for that person’s death, the ego of two daimyo, was even more so.
            With her skin invisibly energized, Kikyo reached up and touched one of her breasts, groping it experimentally. She gasped softly as sensation, not numbness, flowed through her body. She could feel again! If she had a heart inside her, she knew it would have been pounding in anticipation as she turned in the water to face Kohaku.
            “Kohaku?” Kikyo called sweetly to the taijiya warrior keeping watch over the spring she occupied.
            “Yes, Kikyo…huh?” Kohaku trailed off as he turned upon the stone he crouched on, taking in the sight of Kikyo’s nudity. Bathed in tree-filtered sunlight, she radiated with otherworldly beauty as she stepped through the hot spring’s steamy mist, drawing closer to him and becoming fully visible.
            Kohaku blushed hotly and looked away quickly as Kikyo came within arm’s reach of him, rivulets of hot water slipping down her bare skin. The stone on which the taijiya crouched was elevated a few feet above the bottom of the spring, putting his head slightly above the level of Kikyo’s. “No, Kohaku,” the miko said, reaching up to cup a slender hand to his face and turn it back to her. “Look at me, please.”
            Kikyo smiled as Kohaku looked into her eyes and her eyes only. “Look at all of me. Am I beautiful to you?”
            Kohaku swallowed thickly, glancing down over Kikyo’s bare breasts, the flat pane of her stomach, and the elegant mound of hairless female flesh between her shapely thighs. “Of course you’re beautiful,” he hushed breathlessly.
            Kikyo’s smile became truly beaming at Kohaku’s praise, maybe the first really genuine smile of her resurrected life. Ever so slightly, she could feel the resulting happiness healing her wounded soul. Kohaku’s cheek was warm and soft against her hand and she added her other hand to his opposite cheek, cupping his handsome face preciously. Boldly, she stepped up to him, almost completely out of the water, and took his lips with hers.
            His eyes going wide with surprise, then falling closed in pleasure, Kohaku positively moaned into Kikyo’s kiss. Instinctively, one of his semi-gloved hands found its way to her trim waist and pulled her closer, leading her to break the kiss with a giggle as he went for her throat. Her giggle and tremble gave him pause, leading him to pull away just enough to look in her eyes again. “You can feel this, can’t you?” he asked demandingly.
            Kikyo nodded, reaching behind her to cover the hand Kohaku clasped to her waist and push it lower, over her rear. She squeezed his hand, inviting him to squeeze her in return. “I’ve used a special spell to give myself physical feeling,” she revealed to him, reveling in her first sexual pleasure in years. “It doesn’t last long, so let’s make this count.”
            Kohaku’s rich brown eyes narrowed with decisive determination. “Right.” Together, he and Kikyo began working at the various clasps and ties of his taijiya bodysuit. The sash around his waist fell first and his sheathed katana impacted the wet sand around the spring softly, followed by his kusarigama. He kicked out of his boots and Kikyo shoved his opened bodysuit down his shoulders to expose his muscular upper body at last. He pushed the glossy black mass of it down his hips and legs, stepping out of it to stand clad only in his skimpy white fundoshi.
            Kikyo glanced down Kohaku’s nearly bare body, seeing nothing but finely-toned muscle. His was the body of a warrior, built through years of constant combat and training. His erection formed an impressive, straining bulge beneath his fundoshi and she cupped a hand to it, relishing in his pleasured intake of breath. He pulled her to him for another hungry kiss, then suddenly hesitated to go further.
            “Is it right for us to do this? To enjoy ourselves like this?” Kohaku asked, seeking guidance from the older, wiser Kikyo. “The things we’ve seen and done…the things we’ve seen just today…”
            Kikyo’s expression grew sympathetic for Kohaku’s emotional turmoil. “Our lives are misery,” she said to him, brushing his tussled brown bangs away from his eyes. “We’ve done terrible things, and terrible things have been done to us. Sometimes, once in a while, we need to feel…something good.”
            Giving Kohaku a quick kiss to his lips, Kikyo pulled away from him and she stooped down to the sandy ground around the spring to pick up her white haori and red yukata, spreading and laying them out upon the sand. Together, the two garments formed a makeshift bed, and she knelt, then sat upon it in traditional Japanese fashion, extending a hand to Kohaku and inviting him to join her. The taijiya warrior took her hand and she gently pulled him down to her, laying back upon her bed to pull him atop her.
            “Take me, Kohaku,” Kikyo begged of her protector, getting comfortable upon her bed and spreading her thighs wide. “Let me feel like a woman again.”
            Heart pounding, Kohaku raised himself onto his knees and reached down to the ties of his fundoshi, pulling them apart and removing the fundoshi at last. Kikyo found that he was respectably endowed, perhaps not as large as she remembered InuYasha being, but entirely enough. She saw him trembling as he positioned himself at her female entrance, leading her to ask: “Am I your first?”
            Breathing deeply and with careful measure to keep his pulse under control, Kohaku nodded. “Yes,” he answered.
            “I’m glad. I’m so happy,” Kikyo smiled with utmost honesty, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as Kohaku began to enter her, filling her up in a single, uncertain yet unbroken stroke.
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            The sedative in Byakuya’s enchanted kiku flower didn’t last very long against Kagura’s enhanced demonic physiology. Laying beside Byakuya in his giant origami crane as he piloted it, she came awake looking up at the late morning sky, feeling the pheromone-laden wind flowing over her face as the crane moved through the air. Though conscious, the kiku still dulled the effect of the pheromones and she felt better in control of herself.
            Kagura sat up next to Byakuya, surveying the land passing below the crane. Beach and plain had become almost total forest. “Nnnn…” she exhaled through her nose, rubbing her groggy temples. “Where are we?”
            “I’m not sure, exactly,” Byakuya said. “We should be closer to Kikyo and Kohaku, now.”
            Kagura shook her head to clear her heat-stricken senses. “Aren’t you using Kanna’s mirror?”
            “Well, no,” Byakuya admitted. “To be honest, I’m a little afraid of the thing…”
            “Pussy,” Kagura chastised her male reflection’s cowardice. “Give it here.”
            Byakuya handed Kanna’s mirror to Kagura as the wind witch ordered and she re-activated it. As before, the first image of Kikyo and Kohaku it showed to her was a high, downward view at great altitude over dense forest. As she zoomed into the trees, Kagura picked out a formation of rocks covered in steamy air, a forest hot spring. Then, as she zoomed all the way into the spring, her heart froze in her chest as her brain processed what her ruby eyes saw there.
            From Kagura’s remote perspective above the spring, a fully nude Kikyo lay back against the sandy bank of the spring, thighs spread wide, with the hips of an equally nude Kohaku buried squarely between them. “What the FUCK?!” she cried out.
            Byakuya jolted by the sharp pitch and volume of Kagura’s voice. With great concern, he turned to look at her as she sat behind him, noting the shocked expression on her face, then leaned over to look in Kanna’s mirror as she did. His eyes widened, unable to prevent a disbelieving smile from spreading across his face. Glancing up at Kagura briefly to gauge her ongoing reaction, he peered back into Kanna’s mirror, trying to organize his thoughts as he watched Kikyo and Kohaku have sex.
            The male wind demon’s expression became one of sly approval. To him, Kikyo and Kohaku seemed a good match for each other. “You know what?” he asked aloud, both to Kagura and to his own, rhetorical self. “Good for them.”
            Kagura tore her view away from the lewd image Kanna’s mirror presented, gazing up at the sky again. Her blood began to heat up in her veins as the sedative of Byakuya’s kiku wore off completely, given new flame by the sight of Kohaku fucking Kikyo. No, not fucking. Love. Kikyo and Kohaku were making love.
            Fast losing control of herself again, Kagura ordered tersely to Byakuya: “Land. Land right fucking now!”
            Not willing to argue, Byakuya pitched his crane downward and descended through a gap in the forest canopy large enough to fit. Kagura hardly waited for the crane to a complete stop before she launched herself out of it, landing on the forest floor in a neat crouch and beginning to pace around the nearby trees as a pensive animal. She was exactly that: a female animal in heat.
            Byakuya hopped out of his crane and left it in its giant, flight size for the time being. He kept his distance from Kagura, watching her closely. She took a few more looks at Kanna’s mirror, then set it down on the ground, leaning it up against a nearby tree. Turning to face Byakuya directly, she spoke her command: “Fuck me.”
            “Think, Kagura,” Byakuya urged, recognizing the sex-crazed look in the wind sorceress’ ruby eyes. “This is the heat talking. You don’t want me.”
            Nearly enraged, Kagura began to undress, hastily shedding layer after layer of fine kimono silk until she stood fully, gloriously nude before her male reflection. She was dripping wet already, droplets of milky female juices slipping down her inner thighs for him to see. “My body wants you,” she replied heatedly. She reached down between her legs and ran a fingertip through her sopping pussy, drawing away a long, dribbling thread of her essence and bringing it to her mouth to lick it away. “Please. I need it.”
            To Byakuya, Kagura seemed quite serious. Nude, she was incredibly beautiful, her breasts calling out for his hands and mouth, but he kept himself under control. “Give me a second,” he said to her, turning himself to face due east, in the direction of Naraku’s castle.
            “What for?” Kagura demanded.
            Byakuya glanced aside to Kagura as he established a mental connection to the copy of himself he’d left behind with Sayaka. “To get permission,” he answered.

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A Twist in the Myth