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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 22: Of a Miko, a Taijiya, and their Voyeurs – pt. 2

Chapter summary: While Kagura and the ‘original’ Byakuya leave Naraku’s castle to find and capture Kikyo and Kohaku, Sayaka is kept company in the castle by Byakuya’s identical copy. He shows her the garden he maintains in the castle’s center courtyard, to offset the impact of the castle’s otherwise lifeless atmosphere on her psyche. At her request, he takes her to his bedroom and once there, they deepen their physical and emotional connection. Meanwhile, Kikyo and Kohaku give themselves to each other in their forest hot spring, seizing the opportunity to explore the physical side of their tragic love, while they still have time. Then, the original Byakuya contacts Sayaka via his telepathic connection to his copy, asking her for her permission to have sex with Kagura, ostensibly to help the sex-crazed wind witch stay sane while she is stricken with her breeding heat. Sex scenes: Byakuya/Sayaka, Kikyo/Kohaku, Byakuya/Kagura.
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(Soundtrack: Opeth – Face of Melinda)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybC6iBWLZ6k
            Sayaka and the copy of himself Byakuya made to keep the miko prostitute company stood at the front entrance of Naraku’s castle, watching as Kagura and the original Byakuya mounted their personal aircraft (giant magic feather and giant magic origami crane, respectively) and lifted off into the gloomy morning sky. The wind demon twins turned west and the magenta energy barrier around the island vanished briefly, just long enough to let them pass before rematerializing.
            Sayaka watched the barrier closely, contemplating how she might break through it. If Naraku’s castle was her prison, then the barrier was its outermost wall. Since it was a sphere that probably permeated the water and ground beneath her feet, she couldn’t go under or over it like a normal wall; she had to go through, or somehow manipulate Naraku into dissolving it and leaving it that way long enough for her to escape.
            Beyond the rippling, glowing barrier surrounding the castle, Sayaka saw nothing but roiling ocean. She knew she was standing on one side of a very large, sprawling structure, so her view of the ocean in other directions was obstructed. However, Byakuya had told her earlier that the castle was situated many miles away from land and she had no reason to doubt him. Confident in Byakuya’s information, she recognized that the ocean itself could be a more formidable obstacle than Naraku’s energy barrier. The ocean could not be turned off, as the barrier could.
            Sayaka hailed from a seaside fishing village and she had swum in the waters near it many times over the course of her life, but she felt her swimming ability was recreational, at best. She had no idea exactly how far away from land Naraku’s castle lay, so assuming she could get outside the barrier in the first place, she understood that to throw herself into the sea and hope for the best was tantamount to suicide. Furthermore, even if she could build some kind of raft or other flotation device, Byakuya’s ability to fly would make it easy for him to intercept her on the water, should Naraku send him after her.
            Keeping thoughts of escape near the front of her mind, Sayaka turned to Byakuya’s copy. She looked up at him and he returned her gaze. His cobalt blue eyes seemed to glow in the relative darkness inside the castle, shining with an intelligence that suggested to her he was not merely a shade of his original. “Is it really you, in there?” she asked, peering into his eyes to gauge his reaction.
            “Yes, absolutely,” Byakuya answered. “I am as real as the ‘other’ me.”
            “How does that work, exactly?” Sayaka asked further. “Splitting up into more than one of yourself?”
            “It is a power that Naraku conferred upon me when he created me,” Byakuya explained. He reached down and took one of Sayaka’s hands into his own and pulled it to his chest to emphasize his next point. “You can feel that I’m physically real, but beyond that, I am endowed with a duplicate consciousness. I am pure youki transmutated into solid matter and that youki reproduces all the functions of my main body: speech and motion, thought and decision making, just to name a few.”
            “And sex?” Sayaka added. “Can you fuck as well as the ‘other’ you?”
            Byakuya nodded guiltily. “I can. You…saw me, my other copies, with your girls back at your shrine. I am…fully functional.”
            “Good to know,” Sayaka quipped, raising a thin eyebrow and rolling her eyes as if to save the knowledge for later use. Then, she looked around the castle’s desolate front hall, seeing Naraku’s skeleton soldiers and skeleton servants as they stood idle, each an ultra-creepy decoration and monument to Naraku’s twisted ego. “Since Naraku is back to his normal self, and I’m not tied up somewhere, getting tentacle-raped out of my mind, I’m guessing he’s not going to fuck with me for a while. What do you do for fun around here?”
            “Fun?” Byakuya repeated, blinking and joining his hands underneath the sleeves of his haori in contemplation, glancing at Naraku’s hideous skeleton people as Sayaka did. “I don’t know if it’s possible to have ‘fun’ in this place, but there is a thing I like to do whenever I’m not out on one of Naraku’s missions.”
            “And what’s that?” Sayaka pressed.
            Byakuya smiled in genuine excitement. “Let me show you.”
            Sayaka followed Byakuya away from the castle’s front entrance, deeper into the castle itself. After moving through its labyrinthine halls for a few minutes, they arrived at the castle’s center, a large, open-air courtyard. Byakuya slid the shoji door to the courtyard open and revealed to Sayaka a garden of splendor totally incongruous with the overall desolation of the rest of the castle. The miko prostitute swooned slightly from the rush of richly-oxygenated air that swept over her, filling her lungs and infusing raw, respired energy into her blood. It was a welcome change from the stale mustiness found elsewhere inside the dark fortress.
            Sayaka stepped into the garden courtyard after Byakuya, taking in the plethora of plant life arrayed before her. She saw several beds of cultivated wildflowers, a dozen well-trimmed bonsais, and a single large, healthy-looking sakura standing over a small, still pond lined with rounded stones. Honeysuckle vines wound their way up wooden lattices placed along the courtyard’s inner walls, growing from long, rectangular soil-filled wooden boxes. Altogether, Sayaka felt there was more life concentrated in this one single place than anywhere else on the island. Not that such a thing would be hard to accomplish; after all, Naraku had fucking skeleton zombies wandering the castle halls!
            “You did all this?” Sayaka awed to Byakuya, looking around the wind demon’s garden incredulously. The garden was exposed to the open air and Sayaka looked upward, squinting to see several very bright orbs of concentrated demonic energy levitating in a neat grid, level with the castle roof. Glowing as miniature suns, the orbs served as sources of substitute sunlight for the plant life in the garden; Naraku’s barrier was in place all day long and the natural sunlight that came through it was filtered to a color that plants did not respond well to.
            “Yes,” Byakuya answered proudly. He pointed to the big sakura at the center of the garden. “That tree was the first thing I planted here. I transplanted it as a sapling some years ago, shortly after Naraku created me, and I’ve been adding on around it ever since.”
            Sayaka knelt beside one of Byakuya’s flower beds and reached out to brush her hands over the silky soft petals of one of his kiku chrysanthemums, one out of a cluster of several. “Be careful around those,” he warned. “They’re a special kind of kiku. Their scent works as a sedative.”
            “You grow sedative flowers?” Sayaka asked as she glanced at Byakuya over a shoulder, more for rhetorical purposes than out of actual suspicion. She knew Byakuya was Naraku’s pawn and that the oni lord would make him do any number of nefarious things. Still, the potential applications of a sedative flower were unsettling.
            “They’re useful when I’m out and about for Naraku and I need to sneak into a place without killing anyone,” Byakuya revealed. “Though they didn’t do me any good at your shrine, did they? You shot me to pieces before I could get close enough to use them.”
            To Sayaka, Byakuya’s tone was matter-of-fact, not the least bit vengeful. They had already exchanged apologies for their respective conduct at her bath house, but she still took comfort that he wasn’t holding a grudge for her attempt on his life. “It’s so pretty here,” she sighed, speaking of the garden in general again. “I’m amazed Naraku lets you keep something like this inside the castle, given how he probably got Death himself to be the architect.”
            “Naraku…is a harsh master,” Byakuya mused. “He answers disobedience with cruel punishments, but he does grant indulgences from time to time. This garden…and you.”
            Sayaka stood up from Byakuya’s flower bed and turned to face the wind demon directly. A furtive expression crossed his handsome face and he extended a hand to her. She took it with her own, allowing him to pull her closer to him. A perverse sexual chemistry was ever-present between them, fueled by his wind demon pheromones, and she could feel it seeping into her blood, driven by her heart to flood her entire body with the welcome warmth of physical desire. His child grew in her belly at that very moment and her body could sense that he, the father, was near, preparing itself to receive him again.
            “The reason you’re not getting ‘tentacle-raped out of your mind’ right now is because Naraku has promised you exclusively to me,” Byakuya explained to Sayaka, reaching up to brush her silky black bangs away from her alluring golden eyes.
            “Good,” Sayaka approved with complete seriousness, cupping Byakuya’s large, yet elegant male hand to her cheek, nuzzling into it. “If someone’s going to fuck me without paying for it, I rather it be you, not him…though I’m guessing he didn’t agree to that out of the goodness of his heart. What did he demand from you for such an accommodation?”
            “The usual. Blind, unswerving obedience,” Byakuya replied. He stroked a thumb over Sayaka’s smooth cheek, contemplating her beauty as if to weigh it and the soul behind her eyes against the danger of defying Naraku. For the moment, to serve Naraku was to protect Sayaka, assuming the oni lord kept the word he had given the night before. “If it keeps you safe and out of his hands, I’ll give him that obedience.”
            Sayaka stepped closer to Byakuya and pressed herself up to him, her full breasts flattening against his firm, muscular chest through their clothes as she lifted herself up onto her toes and kissed him. Despite the sexual nature of their relationship up to that point, she kept the kiss short and chaste, lowering herself back down and pulling away a bit to look up into his eyes. “I appreciate that,” she hushed. “But that won’t last forever. I want to escape this place and start putting my life back together as soon as possible. Naraku is an obstacle to that. If I try to leave, he might send you after me, or he might pursue me himself, and you can be damn fucking sure I’ll fight back. I won’t let myself be taken alive a second time, pregnant or not. What will you do then?”
            “If…when it comes to that, as ever, I will be Naraku’s pawn,” Byakuya predicted grimly. “He has the power to make me do things, whether I want to or not. You saw that power at work at your shrine. Promising you to me is not strictly necessary to get me to obey him…it only makes my obedience less expensive on his part. When it comes down to a choice between you and him, he’ll make that choice for me and I will be your enemy.”
            To Sayaka, if Byakuya was ultimately her enemy, then he was the enemy she felt safest around. She couldn’t resist her attraction to him any longer and she closed in for another kiss, one much harder, more passionate and explicitly sexual than before.
            Byakuya moaned into Sayaka’s lips as she overcame her inferior height to ravish him from below. He opened his mouth instinctively and she seized the opportunity to thrust her tongue to his. Their tongues entwined and danced back and forth, mimicking the act of fluid-drenched physical love their bodies were preparing to consummate. The miko prostitute broke the kiss with a soft gasp, a thin thread of her saliva and his linking their tongues for a moment. Hiking a thigh up his side and balancing her weight on a single foot, she began to pump her hips to his, feeling his cock beginning to swell up beneath the fine silk of his clothes.
            Sayaka worked a hand down between her body and Byakuya’s as she ground on him, cupping his most male area to feel him more directly. Through the loose-fitting hakama he wore, she could feel he was already close to full erection, his balls heavy and full and tight just beneath. She grasped his cock through his hakama and began to jack him off nice and slow, building his pleasure until he verged on erupting, then backing off over and over. His husky breathing became uncharacteristic growls of rising demonic passion and she smiled by the control she had over him.
            “Your bedroom,” Sayaka whispered to Byakuya, nipping playfully at one of his tapered youkai ears. “You have one, don’t you? Take me there, right now.”
            In a flash of male wind demon speed and strength, the highly-aroused Byakuya swept Sayaka off her feet and left his garden to dash through the halls of Naraku’s castle, completely ignoring all the skeleton servants and soldiers they encountered to reach his bedroom in short order. He set Sayaka down onto her feet just long enough to open his room’s shoji door without battering through it, then urged her inside and followed her in, snapping the door closed behind him.
            Sparsely furnished like Naraku’s den, Byakuya’s bedroom lay along the castle’s outer perimeter, near the western edge of the island on which the castle sat. A single, glassless window had been fitted to its outer wall, allowing Sayaka and Byakuya to look out over the sea. Midday in hour, Naraku’s magenta energy barrier interfered with the sunlight shining down from above, and the light that reached the bedroom poured into it through the window to cast everything inside in a rich, glowing bloody hue. Sayaka found the resulting atmosphere fittingly erotic: it was the color of blood burning in passion, pumping through two hearts racing in pleasure.
            To Sayaka’s relief, the air inside the bedroom, linked to the outside air by the open window, smelled considerably fresher than the air deeper in the castle; it was almost of the same quality as the garden. Feeling Byakuya’s eyes on her, she walked over to the wind demon’s bed with a sultry sway in her hips. The bed was a large, white futon surrounded by a conical veil of lilac silk anchored to the ceiling, and as she stood before it, the miko prostitute began to undress with disciplined decorum. She slipped out of her red hakama, letting it pool upon the tatami floor around her feet, then shed her white haori, leaving herself wearing only her red inner yukata.
            Byakuya approached Sayaka from behind, kissing at one side of her neck and guiding his hands around her waist to pull at the thin sash holding her yukata closed. With the sash undone, he eased her yukata down her pale shoulders and let it fall away, baring her body completely. He took the opportunity to feel her up, holding her ample breasts in his hands and contemplating their weight and warmth. Then, he moved one of his hands lower, gliding it down over her flat belly to cup it to the smooth, hairless mound between her thighs.
            Sayaka tilted her head back and rested it on Byakuya’s shoulder as he played with her, massaging one of her breasts and dipping one of his long, male fingers into her sex. Lifting one of her thighs and spreading it away from the other to give him better access, she let him work her up for a bit, then reached down to grasp his wrist and thrust against his hand, increasing the pleasurable sensation for herself. He added another finger inside her and curled them to search for the raised, sensitive ‘sweet spot’ along her vagina’s anterior wall. Despite the length of his fingers, from his position behind her, he could only graze the edge of it, his rhythmic pumping bringing her only to a small, yet welcome climax.
            Her heart thumping quickly from that frustratingly little slip of an orgasm, Sayaka pulled on Byakuya’s wrist, drawing his fingers out of her. A dribbling thread of her transparent female cream linked his fingertips to her pussy for a moment, stretching out and breaking when it became too long and thin. She brought his fingers to her mouth to suck them clean, then lowered her thigh to stand on two feet again and turned in place to face him. She began divesting him of his own clothes, starting with the navy vestment he wore outside his light blue haori. She worked slowly and methodically, removing each of his garments only as they were designed, taking care to avoid damaging any of them. Once each one was free from his body, she folded them up and laid them out on the tatami flooring next to the bed, along with her own clothes. This signified how their encounter would progress; they were about to have a good, hard fuck, but it would be an orderly fuck.
            Sayaka smoothed her palms over the broad, muscular panes of Byakuya’s bare chest, relishing in his powerful physique. His body was as a ‘lite’ version of Naraku’s: still big and strong, but relatively more compact. Giving him another kiss to his glossy red lips, she bent her head to kiss his sternum, kissing her way down his toned abdomen as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She untied his hakama and let it fall away from his hips, her golden eyes lighting up in sexual glee as his big, hard cock and heavy, hairless balls greeted them. She grasped his cock for him to see, fisting its impressive length a few times and giving its broad, oozing head an affectionate lick. Releasing him reluctantly, she then encouraged him to step out of his hakama. She then folded the hakama up and placed it atop the rest of his clothes beside his bed.
            Now equal with Sayaka in nudity, Byakuya parted the veil around his bed, allowing the beautiful miko prostitute to saunter through it. He followed her in and Sayaka sat down on the large futon inside, folding her legs beneath her as she raised a hand to him, inviting him to take it. He did so, and she pulled him down to sit beside her, then reached around to the back of his head to pull away the tie that held his hair up into its high ponytail. Smiling and closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and shook it from side to side to free his hair completely, those perfect ebony tresses of his spilling down his shoulders and spider-branded back.
            Taking the initiative, Sayaka leaned in to kiss Byakuya again, pressing forward on him to lay him back against his bed. His long, glossy black hair gathered upon his pillow in a shimmering pool and she lay down atop him, mating the full length of her body to his and joining their warmth into one. His cock was long, thick, and throbbing hard now, trapped between their firm stomachs for them to feel. She pumped her belly to it to get him good and wild beneath her, and just as she spread her thighs to straddle his hips, reaching down between their bodies to align his cock with her pussy, he grasped her upper arms, holding her still.
            Sayaka looked down at Byakuya with some confusion. “Wait,” he said softly to her. His wind demon sex drive was not easily suppressed when it could sense he was so close to having a female, so stopping the act moments before full intercourse began took great discipline on his part. “I want you. Do you want me?”
            “What kind of question is that?” Sayaka laughed. She gave Byakuya’s big cock a long, slow, well-lubricated grind with her pussy, shivering by the pleasure it caused. “Of course I want you. I’m fucking soaking for you.”
            Byakuya smiled half-heartedly. “I mean…do you want me? Do you want me?” he said, with alternate emphasis.
            Sayaka didn’t laugh this time, recognizing the conflict in Byakuya’s gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes. Closing her legs, she slipped off him to lay on her side next to him, looking down at him. She stroked his broad, muscled chest in wide circles as if to comfort him. “What’s wrong?”
            To Byakuya, ‘What’s wrong?’ was a simultaneously terrible and hilarious question for Sayaka, of all people, to ask him. She was a prisoner in Naraku’s castle, unexpectedly pregnant and forced to feed her reiki to Naraku with increasing frequency. The women with which she’d worked at her shrine were all dead and her home village was destroyed. For her, there was fucking plenty wrong!
            “We haven’t known each other very long,” Byakuya said to Sayaka after some introspection, enjoying the warmth of her hand over his heart. She was a miko, able to purify demonic flesh with her reiki, so by allowing her hand so near his heart, he was willfully giving her an opportunity to kill him, if she wanted to. “We’ve known each other for what, twelve hours? We’ve already had sex a few times…and you’re already pregnant. I guess what I’m trying to say is…Naraku has promised you to me, but that doesn’t mean we have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”
            Sayaka was stunned into silence by the purity of Byakuya’s heart. “How did a monster like Naraku produce an angel like you?” she asked, more for rhetoric than in expectation of a real answer. She bent her head down and kissed him sweetly to reassure him. Pulling away, she added: “Let me say this as plainly as I can. I want you.” On ‘want,’ she gave an emphatic, positive nod with her head. “I’m a prostitute. Sex is my profession, so keep me in practice.”
            Encouraged by Sayaka’s words, Byakuya rose up beside her and pressed her onto her back. Happily, she spread her thighs wide for him and he positioned his muscular hips between them, taking his cock in hand to guide it down to her dripping pussy. He gazed into her golden eyes as he entered her, filling her up until his big, heavy balls came to rest against her rear and the head of his cock kissed her womb. For the third time in less than a day, their bodies were one.
            Sayaka threw her arms around Byakuya’s neck, clasping her hands together behind it. Feeling his cock pulsing inside her by his powerful demonic heartbeat, she tilted her hips a little to give him the best angle. “Now take me,” she commanded to him. “Fuck away that doubt in your heart.”
            Byakuya withdrew from Sayaka’s pussy by a single inch and sank back in, her creamy female juices flowing around his throbbing cock with a soft gush in the quiet, intimate atmosphere of his bedroom. He sank back in to press firmly against her cervix and pulled back again, a little further each time until he was giving her all eleven inches of himself on every thrust. Their first time together, back in Sayaka’s bath house, had been a depraved rape and impregnation on Naraku’s orders. Their second time, in one of the baths in Naraku’s castle, had been a sexual reconciliation for that depravity. Now, upon their third encounter, they were making love, joining their hearts as well as their bodies in honest, open passion.
            Muscles rippling beneath his pale skin, Byakuya pumped deeply into Sayaka, his powerful strokes causing her full breasts to bounce beautifully on her chest. For her own part, the miko prostitute relished in the pleasure, tilting her head back against one of Byakuya’s pillows and arching her spine to feel warm, clean bedsheets contouring to her from below. It had been a long time since she’d had sex with just one man, in a bed, of all places. Crossing her legs behind Byakuya’s back, she lifted her hips to meet his beat for beat, taking him as deep as her body would allow.
            Sayaka pulled Byakuya down for a quick, scorching-hot kiss, then pushed him away to look down between her jiggling breasts and watch his cock, dripping with a heavy coat of her juicy female cream, plunge in and out of her body. “Harder,” she ordered to him, feeling the heat of orgasm beginning to rise in her blood. “Please, harder!”
            Byakuya went harder as Sayaka wanted, the soft, rhythmic gush of his cock pistoning into her overtaken by the firm slap of his muscular hips meeting her inner thighs. Orgasm threatened him, as well, his balls growing tense and his cock beginning to swell ever larger and harder as he shoved it past her silky wet, strangling tight vaginal tissues. Pulling out of her abruptly with a messy squelch, he lifted her left thigh and slipped her calf over his left shoulder, leaning over her to press her thigh back to her chest and fold her wide open. He sheathed himself inside her again and used a small, carefully-measured fraction of his demonic strength to really hammer away at her cunt, burying the head of his cock to her womb over and over.
            The change of Byakuya’s angle inside her and his added speed and force set Sayaka off. Mewling out, she writhed beneath him, lost in ecstasy. Her pussy flooded over with her cream around his cock and her rippling internal contractions sucked him into climax with her. Groaning her name softly, he shoved himself balls-deep into her and held himself there, his cock throbbing and pumping big loads of his hot, creamy seed directly into her womb.
            Pump, pump, pump. “Fuck, yes!” Sayaka gasped to Byakuya, her heart racing as she felt every ejaculation bursting out of him and into her. Thick spurts of his rich, white reproductive matter flooded through her cervix, pumping her womb to brimming fullness and coursing into her ovaries. By her recent impregnation by him, she didn’t have an unfertilized egg ready inside her, but if she had, she knew it would have been his. He began to move again, pumping his spewing cock in and out of her to keep his climax going as long as he could. Soon, she overflowed around him, his seed oozing back out of her and dribbling down her rear to soak into the bedsheets beneath her.
            The youki in Byakuya’s cum passed through the walls of Sayaka’s womb and pussy, entering her blood to travel throughout her body. Rather than neutralize it outright, her body metabolized it, converting it into reiki to replenish the reserves Naraku had drained. Along with the orgasm the presence of his seed caused, Sayaka clearly perceived relief as her internal spiritual energy buoyed unexpectedly. She could ‘recharge’ through sex! If it wasn’t enough to allow her to spring back completely after a draining, it would at least take the edge off the feeling of disorienting weakness that followed.
            Still mostly erect by his demonic sexual constitution, Byakuya drew his cock out of Sayaka, the big head of it leaving her body with a pop of broken suction. She blushed furiously for him, acutely aware of his semen bleeding out of her and further soiling the bedsheets. Slipping her leg off his shoulder and laying it back down, he smiled and leaned over her to give her a playful, thankful kiss, then began to kiss his way down her body. He paid special attention to her lovely breasts, suckling at each one in equal amounts, then slinked his way lower, over her flat belly to get at her pussy.
            Servicing a woman after sex was a habit Byakuya had picked up from InuYasha. He’d spied on the hanyou warrior more than a few times as he engaged with the women of his pack. Whether InuYasha was enjoying a nice, slow missionary with Kagome or taking Sango fast and hard from behind, he always made sure to clean his female lover’s pussy thoroughly, to spare her from the lewd discomfort of feeling his copious seed drooling out of her for the rest of the day. Thus, Byakuya’s sexual behavior was a composite of what he had inherited from Naraku and what he had learned by watching InuYasha and even Sesshomaru. He felt inclined to emulate the inu brothers much more than his dark creator; InuYasha, especially, had access to four completely willing women (Kagome, Sango, Shizu, and Shiori) at almost any time, while Naraku, well- endowed and darkly beautiful as he was, seemed to have to take what he wanted from a woman by force.
            Sayaka sighed dreamily as Byakuya cleaned her with his mouth, reaching down between her thighs to touch his head and comb her fingers through his silky black hair. She gazed up at the bed’s veil above her, losing herself in its gently billowing silk. With the natural, chemical high of sex still flowing in her blood, she found temporary solace from the pain in her heart. She was the sole survivor of her village and her shrine, but with Byakuya’s seed still fresh in her belly, she could forget for a while.
            When Byakuya was finished sucking his own cum out of Sayaka, he crawled forward to lay over her again, his lips and chin glistening with a mixture of his semen, saliva, and her female fluid. Her golden eyes glowing with passion, she brought him down for a kiss to taste their combined essence. Ending the kiss after a few long, enjoyable moments, he rolled off her and slipped an arm underneath her knees, lifting her rear off his bed to free the bedsheets she lay upon. Throwing the sheets back, he slipped beneath them and let Sayaka cuddle up to his side, using the sheets to cover their cooling bodies. Clasping together, they lay in comfortable, post-coital silence, until Sayaka remarked: “Heh…aside from lounging around in your garden, there’s nothing to do in this castle but eat, sleep, and fuck. Without Naraku around, this could be a vacation.”
            Soon, Sayaka was asleep and Byakuya held her close to share his warmth with her beneath the sheets, receiving her warmth in return and drifting off himself. After about an hour of pleasant rest, the male wind demon woke to a telepathic voice calling his name. ‘Byakuya…’ The voice was not Naraku’s, but his own, that of the original Byakuya that had conjured him. In effect, he was talking to himself. ‘Byakuya!’
            Separating himself from Sayaka, Byakuya’s copy sat upright in his bed, turning his head to face the direction he perceived the voice as originating from. He looked due west, gazing out his bedroom window over the sea, through Naraku’s barrier. He visualized the original Byakuya as he stood surrounded by dense forest, several dozen miles away. ‘Yes?’ he replied to his original by telepathy. ‘I hear you.’
            ‘Is Sayaka with you?’ the original Byakuya asked.
            ‘Yes, she’s here,’ Byakuya’s copy replied. ‘Just so you know, we just had sex. She initiated it…so I hope you’re not jealous.’
            ‘How could I be jealous of *myself*?’ the original Byakuya posed in bemused rhetoric. ‘Besides, your experience of it will be mine once we become whole again. On the topic of jealousy, Kagura has gone into heat over here. She wants me to ‘take care’ of her and I worry that if I don’t, she won’t be in top form once when we meet Kikyo and Kohaku. I admit I’d like to help her, for obvious reasons, but I’d also like Sayaka’s permission.’
            Byakuya’s copy turned as he sat in his bed and shook Sayaka awake. The miko prostitute roused slowly, having been sleeping comfortably. She opened her golden eyes and looked up at Byakuya’s copy, seeing an urgent expression upon his face. “Mmmm…” she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. “What is it?”
            “It’s Kagura,” Byakuya’s copy said. “She’s gone into heat, probably because of the scent of breeding season in the air over on the mainland. She wants sex from the ‘other’ me, and he wants your permission to give it to her.”
            “My permission?” Sayaka repeated, sitting up and blinking away the sleep from her eyes. “Why would he…you…want permission from me?”
            “You bear my child,” Byakuya answered, speaking on behalf of himself, the copy, and the original. “Despite this twisted situation Naraku has put us in, as far as I’m concerned, that makes you my wife and me your husband. Shouldn’t a husband seek his wife’s blessing in all things? Of course, a properly monogamous husband even shouldn’t even contemplate another woman in this way, but this is a special case.”
            “Of course you have my permission,” Sayaka consented, reaching out to stroke one of Byakuya’s cheeks with a hand. “Give Kagura all she needs, but only if you can give the same to me, too.”
            Byakuya’s copy covered Sayaka’s hand with one of his own, squeezing gently. “I think I can manage that,” he smiled seductively. Moving on Sayaka, he lay her back and settled his hips between her thighs as she spread them apart for him. His body was hers to command and he reached full erection for her in very little time. ‘Byakuya,’ he transmitted by telepathy to the original Byakuya as he surged forward, entering Sayaka for the second time that day and the fourth overall. ‘Sayaka approves!’
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(Soundtrack: Cauldron – Serpent Sorceress)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKyrKdFDx4k
            Inexperienced in sexual matters, Kohaku didn’t last long inside Kikyo as they lay on the sandy bank of their forest hot spring. Having led a warrior’s life, under constant and significant emotional stress from the specter Naraku cast over the land and with no other outlet for his sexual energy, he was no stranger to masturbation. Kikyo’s pussy, or at least the ogre witch Urasue’s approximation of one, felt immeasurably better than his hand, milking him into orgasm after just a few thrusts. His balls tightened to his body and his cock throbbed to pump thick loads of his seed deep inside her. Being ‘merely’ human, he didn’t have the same reach or potency of ejaculation inside Kikyo that the better-endowed Sesshomaru or InuYasha had with their own women, and so his seed pooled up against the mouth of her womb and warmed it from the outside, rather than pumping through to the riches beyond.
            “I’m sorry,” Kohaku gasped through his pleasure, hanging his head and almost weeping in his shame. Kikyo didn’t get an opportunity to this very often, with anyone. To his knowledge, this was her first sexual encounter in at least sixty years. Her opportunities for sex were constrained by both her lack of available partners, the short window of sensation granted by her spell, and the cost of using that spell. Therefore, he had just wasted a good deal of her preciously limited time by his poor performance. “I’m so sorry!”
            “No, no!” Kikyo comforted honestly, cupping Kohaku’s handsome face with both hands and tilting his head back up to look at him again. “Please, don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay, really. I feel your seed in me. It’s so thick and warm. God, it’s so good.”
            Though she did not join Kohaku in climax, Kikyo relished in the sensations she did feel. For her, feeling anything at all was a miracle. Her last lover had been InuYasha, more than sixty years before, and the few times she’d made love with him, he’d been careful to avoid coming inside her. Now, she felt hot semen in her belly for the first time in her life, however ‘life’ for her was defined. She wished she could give Kohaku’s precious seed purchase within her; he so greatly deserved a son or daughter to carry on his line, but her body was incapable of producing new life, barely alive as it was.
            Kikyo brought Kohaku down for a sweet kiss and wrapped her arms around him to pull him close and embrace him as the aftershocks of orgasm continued to pulse through him. For her, an orgasm of her own was not so important as the love and contentment she was feeling right then. After resting atop Kikyo for a few minutes, Kohaku could feel himself swelling and hardening again by his attraction to her, and he shifted his hips against hers to move himself inside her.
            “Do you still feel this?” Kohaku asked hopefully to Kikyo, pushing himself up onto his muscular arms to gaze down at her.
            Kikyo nodded, sliding her hands down to Kohaku’s trim waist and pulling him closer to encourage him as deep as possible. “Yes. Please, do me again.”
            Kohaku began to move inside Kikyo slowly, his thrusts lubricated by his own seed now. The sensation of her vaginal walls gliding back and forth around him was breathtaking as ever, but he could feel that orgasm was much further off now, his pleasure building more slowly and controllably. His heart raced in his chest, beating in his ears for him to hear clearly. He wasn’t fucking, he was making love to the woman he loved, the woman he was in love with.
            “Yes, Kohaku, yes!” Kikyo cried, lifting her hips to meet Kohaku’s beat for coital beat. “You feel so good. You’re making me come!”
            Emboldened by Kikyo’s praise, Kohaku began to move harder and faster inside her, pouring a little of his incredible, Shikon-enhanced strength into his thrusts. By the steamy heat of the spring’s air and his own exertions, perspiration glistened on his tanned skin, the highly-refined muscles in his arms, hips, rear, and flanks rippling visibly by his deep, rhythmic pumping into his miko mistress’ welcoming body. He was moving forcefully enough to get her breasts jiggling gently on her chest and that erotic sight, combined with the expression of female ecstasy written so plainly on her lovely face, had his pleasure blossoming deep within him.
            “Nnnngh…Kikyo!” Kohaku grit, feeling orgasm almost upon him again. His balls were tense to his body and he felt a pulsating throb building deep at the root of his cock. He fought against this second orgasm with every fiber of his will, striving to bring Kikyo to some level of satisfaction, however novice he was. “Come for me. Please, come for me!”
            Kikyo grabbed one of Kohaku’s wrists and pulled it to her, causing him to rebalance the weight of his upper body onto his other hand, bracing it against the spring’s sandy bank directly above her head. She thrust his hand down between their bodies, guiding his fingers to her throbbing, hooded clit. “Here,” she instructed to him. “Rub gently.”
            Kohaku let Kikyo show him the speed and rhythm of clitoral stimulation that pleased her, then emulated it for himself as she pulled her hand away. The effect was immediate, her cries becoming higher and breathier as he worked her up. She threw her head back against the bed she’d made with her clothes, squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth as she felt herself slipping into orgasm at last. For Kohaku, the strange position he had to sustain as he rubbed Kikyo’s clit, held himself up above her, and thrust inside her, all at the same time, had some very interesting muscles in him burning in protest. That loss in concentration and the sensation of Kikyo’s inner muscles rippling and gripping around him pulled him over the edge.
            “Kikyo…” Kohaku gasped as he heard Kikyo cry out to the forest around them, feeling the clenching, releasing throb of his own orgasm begin. He moved his hand from between their bodies and supported his upper body on both hands again, to his muscles’ relief. He clenched his hands, his fingers dragging on the fine, white silk of Kikyo’s haori and digging deep gouges in the sand beneath. His miko mistress was coming, and she was coming for him! The next sound out of his mouth was a roar, one of bestial triumph. “KIKYO!”
            Kohaku managed a few more savage thrusts into Kikyo’s cunt, then hammered himself to the hilt in her and held himself there as he came. Thick, white semen burst out of the head of his cock hard and fast, thrashing against her womb, and he counted the spurts, each one timed with his heartbeat. One, two, three, four, then gradually weaker ones afterward. This orgasm was less productive than the first; after all, he had a human’s balls, not those of a youkai. Still, it was monumental in terms of raw pleasure, and Kikyo’s pleasure resounded with it.
            Kikyo felt Kohaku trembling above her and she received him into her arms, holding him to her to lay with him in perfect, post-coital silence. Briefly, Naraku was forgotten for both of them, everything in the world feeling perfectly right. After a minute or so, he pushed himself back up onto his arms with a cute grunt and looked down into her, gazing into her smoky grey eyes with an expression she hadn’t seen on a man’s face for a long, long time, not since InuYasha.
            “I love you,” Kohaku professed to Kikyo, offering her his heart as he had his body.
            Simultaneous elation and terror overtook Kikyo at Kohaku’s words. Only now, so near the end of her life and Kohaku’s life, had the two of them found love. They had just enough time left to recognize that love before it was stripped away by one or both of their deaths. She knew that she might well be the one to take the jewel shard keeping him alive, and in that event, she could only hope she wouldn’t outlive him by much.
            Still, Kikyo embraced Kohaku’s love for what it was, and not how it would end. Right then, it was all she could do. “I love you, too. I have for quite a while, now,” she requited to him.
            Overjoyed, Kohaku bent down to take Kikyo’s lips with his again, but gradually, her mouth and lips grew uncoordinated, unresponsive to the stimulation. The limited time her use of a spirit her Shinidamachu had brought to her had finally run out. Feeling how she no longer responded to him, he pulled back from her, looking down at her with concern to see numb sadness returning upon her face. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, breathing outward to allow the spirit she had interred in her to escape as transparent blue incandescent mist.
            “Thank you,” Kikyo bid to the spirit as it coalesced above her and Kohaku. “Be at peace, now.”
            Kikyo perceived gratitude from the spirit she had used. Perhaps it was because its last experience on Earth had been one of pleasure, however vicarious. It flew away to resume its journey to the next world and Kohaku pulled out of Kikyo, a thick glob of his seed drooling out of her after him. Cleaning her up through oral sex didn’t occur to him as it would have to InuYasha or Sesshomaru, and he didn’t have any kind of rag or handkerchief available to him, so he used the green sash of his taijiya bodysuit. Appreciative of his efforts, Kikyo kept her legs spread wide to give him the access he needed, and he wet his sash with the water of the hot spring to gently wipe his seed away from her sex.
            With Kikyo clean, Kohaku soaked his sash in the spring again to rinse it out and wrung it as dry as possible, reaching for the rest of his suit. Kikyo reached for her own clothes and the two of them dressed in lethargic, commiserative silence, reluctant to leave the place in which they had known such honest physical and emotional love. “Where do we go from here?” Kohaku asked as he clasped his taijiya bodysuit shut and retied his green sash around his waist.
            Kikyo couldn’t help but give Kohaku a sly smile. “In terms of our next destination, or in terms of our relationship?” she asked back as she tied her white haori and pulled the waistline of red hakama over it.
            Kohaku smiled, too, greatly reassured by Kikyo’s levity. “Both,” he said.
            Fully dressed again, Kikyo faced Kohaku square-on. “We’re running out of time. As ever, Naraku wants to kill me and he wants to complete the jewel, so he wants to kill you, too. Our romance may be short-lived…and our only opportunities to express it come with the souls of the dead.”
            “Even if this the first, last, and only time we get to do this, I’m glad we did,” Kohaku said. “If we never get to have each other like this again, I’ll stay with you anyway.”
            “Thank you,” Kikyo gratified. “If I see another chance for us to be together, I swear to you that I’ll seize it. In the meantime, our next destination is InuYasha, Kagome, and their friends, wherever they may be. I must speak with Kagome about we saw today, in that village along the sea.”
            “Right,” Kohaku agreed.
            Once clothed and with all their belongings secure, Kikyo and Kohaku left the spring by means of her Shinidamachu, putting their dark pilgrimage on hold to seek out InuYasha, Kagome, and their pack of friends.
~~~~

            Some miles away from Kikyo and Kohaku as they made love, the original Byakuya ended his telepathic conversation with his copy, having indirectly received from Sayaka the permission to fuck Kagura he sought. He turned to face his naked female reflection as she paced pensively a few feet away, giving her a nod and a reassuring smile. “Sayaka has agreed to let me help you,” he said.
            “Thank God,” Kagura praised. Her body was positively smoldering with lust and she could feel her pussy pulsing between her thighs, her juices dripping freely from it. “I’ll have to express my appreciation to her somehow. I’m not sure how much longer I could have waited. Now, get over here and fuck me!”
(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – The Mundane and the Magic)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0A2v9No_ey0
            With the issue of Sayaka’s approval out of the way, Byakuya advanced on Kagura enthusiastically, backing her up into the shade of a tall, old oak tree that stood nearby, pressing her bare back and rear up against its textured bark. Feverishly, she began working through his clothes and he helped her along to get himself as nude as her as quickly as possible. Soon, he was completely unclothed before her, his balls heavy and his cock throbbing at full mast between their bodies, and he closed in to take her ruby lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
            Kagura moaned softly into Byakuya’s mouth, playing her tongue against his. Now, she was one-on-one with him without Naraku to supply his perverse interference, and she fully intended to enjoy it. Wrapping her arms around him, she shifted her weight onto one foot, then hiked her opposite thigh up his side to rock and thrust her hips to his, silently begging him to fill her. He played with her large, pale breasts, toying at her rosy nipples, then kissed her again and lowered himself to his knees before her. He spread her raised thigh away from the other, guiding his mouth to her weeping cunt.
            “Thank you, but please, don’t,” Kagura gasped as Byakuya began to lap at the silky, lubricated petals of her pussy, suckling at her swollen, hooded clit and gorging himself on her creamy female juices. “No more foreplay. Just fuck me!”
            “I insist on this,” Byakuya intoned as he looked up along Kagura’s flat stomach, between her heaving breasts and into her lusty red eyes. “Blame Naraku, if you like. He gave me this taste for a woman’s essence, and you are delicious. I didn’t get a chance to do this for you earlier.”
            For the next few minutes, Byakuya simply ate Kagura up, feasting on her in the best way. Ever the hentai, Naraku had given him a tongue on the order of Sesshomaru’s: long, strong, and, highly-flexible, deliberately designed to make oral sex extremely pleasurable for a woman, any woman at all. Reaching around Kagura to grasp possessively at both cheeks of her perfect ass, Byakuya used his versatile oral muscle to full effect and pressed it deep inside her creaming, grasping tunnel, licking directly at the swollen sweet spot along her anterior vaginal wall and reaching deeper to touch the smooth, rubbery mouth of her womb. By her heat, her cervical secretions were loaded with female demonic sex hormones, letting him taste how ready her body was to bear a child. Of course, he now knew it was impossible for her to conceive with him, but they would still have fun trying.
            After bringing Kagura to several small, yet thrilling orgasms, Byakuya ‘felt’ many pairs of animal eyes roving over him and his female reflection. Separating his mouth from her pussy with a smacking pop, he looked up at her again, the entire lower half of his face dripping with her fluids. “I think we have an audience,” he warned to her with a playful, suggestive tone.
            Panting in her pleasure, Kagura looked around the forest surrounding her and Byakuya. Indeed, she could see several animals that dwelled in such a forest watching the two of them inquisitively: deer, foxes, rabbits, and the occasional tanuki. She realized the sounds she’d been making, those of a beautiful, powerful demoness enjoying her sexuality, had drawn them to the scene.
            Byakuya conjured one of his enchanted kiku flowers into a hand for Kagura to see. “Would you like us to have some privacy?” he asked.
            Intrigued, Kagura nodded. Byakuya blew his kiku a kiss and tossed it into the air above himself and his twin, and the large white flower massively increased in size, like one of Kagura’s magic feathers. The now-giant kiku floated above the forest floor, then turned on its side and opened its many petals to face its center to Byakuya and Kagura, drifting closer to them and closing around them and the tree at Kagura’s back. Now, they were sheltered within a cocoon of very large, silky soft, pleasant smelling kiku petals, protected from the prying eyes of the forest.
            With a snap of his fingers, Byakuya summoned a tiny bit of his youki into a shining orange orb, setting it afloat in the air. It served as candlelight to illuminate his body and Kagura’s inside the comfortable, sound-shielded darkness of the giant kiku. “That’s better,” he whispered to her. He stood up in front of her, keeping her right thigh spread away from the left with his left hand and placing his right on her opposite hip as he mated his hips to hers and guided his throbbing cock to her sex. Gazing into her gorgeous ruby eyes with a certainty that had her heart racing, he entered her firmly, sinking his full length into her generously lubricated cunt in one slow, smooth thrust.
            Kagura gave up a long, throaty yowl as Byakuya filled her with his big cock, her pussy’s quivering walls spreading wide to accept him. By the mathematical perfection of Naraku’s design of their bodies, the crown of his cock met the mouth of her womb and she could feel his heart beating through it and the meaty shaft behind it. She reached up to undo the tie holding his hair up into its tail and he shook his head from side to side to let those silky black tresses of his fall freely over his shoulders. In return, he did the same to her, freeing her relatively-shorter hair from its own constraints and helping it down her pale shoulders, between her spider-branded back and the tree behind her.
            Byakuya began to move inside Kagura without preamble. This was their third encounter and she was better used to his size now, having had Naraku, as well. With Sayaka’s permission, he was finally giving his female reflection what her body demanded in its new, wild heat, or at least part of it. He couldn’t give her a child, something he was quite relieved by, but he could at least make her body think it was getting one. Kagura moaned softly at the sensation of his cock moving inside her, slipping a hand around his sinewed neck to pull his forehead to hers in twisted, mental communion. “Heh…” she panted as she organized her thoughts under the onslaught of such pleasure. “You and me fucking again. Would you call this incest…or masturbation?”
            “Mmm…I do prefer the latter,” Byakuya replied right away, pumping hard and deep into Kagura’s cunt, mating the head of his cock to her cervix with perfect, repeating accuracy and setting her womb aflutter on each thrust. “But this isn’t mere masturbation, is it? This is Ultimate Masturbation, the absolute most fun a person can have while still fucking his or her self.”
            “Mmm…ha!” Kagura gave up a genuine laugh, reminiscent of one of Naraku’s by the dark eroticism it carried. “Just think – if someone tells one of us: ‘Go fuck yourself,’ we can say: ‘Okay!’”
            Then, Byakuya remembered Kanna’s mirror. It lay atop the pile he and Kagura had thrown their clothes in, its mirror side facing downward. “But even while we fuck ourselves, we can still watch other people,” he suggested to his female reflection as he nailed her against the oak tree. Keeping his left hand under the crook of her right knee to hold her open and adjusting his balance to keep his rhythm inside her, he moved his right hand from her left hip and extended it behind him, toward the mirror. It leapt into his hand by telekinetic impulse and he brought it around to face the mirror side of it to himself and Kagura, holding it so that they could both had a good viewing angle of it. “Think of Kikyo and Kohaku again.”
            Gazing into the mirror as Byakuya continued to fuck her, Kagura thought of Kikyo and Kohaku as he suggested. From her perspective, the reflection of her own face dissolved, replaced by a real-time image of Kikyo, fully nude and laying against the bank of a forest hot spring, with a fully nude Kohaku pumping away between her widely-spread thighs. Her jealousy of Kikyo aside, she found them stunningly, captivatingly beautiful in their pleasure, and her own pleasure grew as a result.
            “They look good together, don’t they?” Byakuya whispered, noting Kagura’s stimulated expression and agreeing whole-heartedly with the sentiment behind it. He roved his eyes over Kikyo’s smooth, pale curves and Kohaku’s more tanned, well-muscled angles. “She’s so soft and accepting for him, and he’s so hard and powerful for her.”
            Her ruby eyes falling halfway-closed in her passion as Byakuya pushed her closer and closer to orgasm, Kagura bit her lower lip as she watched Kohaku make fast, frenzied love to Kikyo. There was an urgency and a desperation in his movements, a desperation she understood all too well. Though she did not know of the means by which Kikyo gained the ability to feel sexual pleasure again, she did recognize that Kohaku was trying to make the most of the limited time afforded to him and his miko lover, to take whatever pleasure he could and give it in return. She was in the same situation herself as she let Byakuya fuck her, partly to try and forget that her usefulness to Naraku was finite and ever waning. The oni lord had given her a second life on a whim and he could take it away just as suddenly and easily. Even then, as her heart beat inside her chest, no longer disembodied from her, she felt the ghostly imprint of his fingers on its palpitating walls.
            For his own part, Byakuya felt his own climax approaching. His big, heavy balls drew up tightly to his body, his prostate pulsing deep at the root of his long, thick cock as he pumped it into Kagura’s pussy. “I know you want him and not me,” he said to her, referring to Kohaku as he slowed his rhythm inside her to stave off the pressure building up in him.
            Kagura glanced at Byakuya as if to apologize and he smiled at her, shaking his head in friendly understanding. “It’s…nnngh…it’s okay,” he continued, his voice conveying some strain as he took both of them to the very edge of climax. “It’s right that you want him. As good as this feels right now, we should aspire ourselves toward others. I have Sayaka, and soon, you’ll have Kohaku. Now, call his name.”
            “Do what?” Kagura asked in surprise.
            “Pretend that I’m him,” Byakuya clarified. “Imagine that it’s him taking you right now, not me.”
            “K-Kohaku,” Kagura uttered breathlessly without any hesitation, speaking the taijiya’s name almost as a term of worship in her pleasure. Her pussy creamed over around Byakuya’s cock with a fresh flood of female lubrication, her juices dripping out of her around him and falling to the ground at their feet in dribbling globs. “Oh…Kohaku…”
            Byakuya positively growled in hedonistic approval by the sound of Kohaku’s name on Kagura’s lips. “Yes, that’s good. Take the mirror,” he said to her with increasing urgency in his voice, wiggling Kanna’s mirror in his hand for her to see. The beautiful wind witch took the mirror from him as he wanted, holding it at arm’s length to continue looking into it, and he placed his freed hand back on her left hip to anchor his thrusts again. Gazing into the mirror as she did and gaining decidedly voyeuristic enjoyment from it, he began to move harder and deeper in her pussy but kept his slow pace, gearing up for a feverish, thrusting finish. “Now, I’m going to make you come, and when you do, I want you to scream Kohaku’s name. Scare every animal in this forest and let them know whose seed you really want.”
            In the mirror’s silent, gently rippling image, Kohaku thrust his hips hard between Kikyo’s thighs and held them there, his back arching and head tossing rearward as orgasm overwhelmed him. “Oh, God…” Kagura hushed. “He’s coming inside her…”
            Seeing Kohaku releasing himself inside Kikyo, Byakuya snarled as he felt the hot, pumping pressure in his balls move against his command. He summoned every fiber of internal muscle discipline available to hold off the boiling flood of ejaculation and began to really hammer Kagura into the tree behind her, fucking her hard and fast to bring her over the edge with him. His thrusts began to lift her off the single foot she stood on as he found a resonating inertial balance between their bodies, and her breath hitched over and over with a sexy, yet somehow endearing ‘Ah!’ He buried his face into the curve of her right shoulder, kissing his way up her neck and back down again. “Do it,” he ordered harshly to her, speaking against her skin in between kisses and finally giving himself over to the reproductive process raging inside him. “Come for me, Kagura. Come for me NOW!”
            The hard pounding of Byakuya’s cock and the sight of Kohaku giving Kikyo the same finally set Kagura off. The blood vessels in her neck strained visibly and she threw her head back against the bark of the tree at her back, squeezing her eyes shut and crying out Kohaku’s name as Byakuya wanted: “Kohaku!”
            “Yessss…” Byakuya rasped with an orgasmic hiss. He gave Kagura a few more vicious, penetrating lunges, then buried himself to the hilt inside her and held himself there, just as Kohaku did with Kikyo. “That’s fucking it!” His balls tightened and his cock swelled, arched, then erupted inside Kagura’s cunt, his thick, creamy seed pumping through her cervix and exploding directly into her womb. He planted the first, most powerful spurts as deep inside her as he could manage, then began to thrust back and forth, working his throbbing, spewing cock against her inner muscles to keep his pleasure going.
            Kagura overflowed around Byakuya in mere moments, the hot semen he couldn’t pack into her womb exiting her body around him in a messy squirt, drenching his balls and dripping away to the mossy earth below. The ‘taste’ of sperm-loaded wind demon cum in her belly provided instant, immediately palpable relief from her heat, however temporary, and she took a deep, satisfied breath as she felt herself return to general sanity. Eventually, Byakuya stopped moving between her thighs and sank himself fully into one final time, holding still and pressing himself close to her to enjoy her body’s warmth and voluptuous softness as they rode out the ‘afterglow’ together.
            The image of Kohaku and Kikyo in Kanna’s mirror continued, and Kohaku withdrew from Kikyo to begin cleaning her up. Similarly, Byakuya pulled out of Kagura, though with much messier consequences, and he knelt in front of her again to clean her with his mouth, whereas Kohaku only used his bodysuit’s sash as a rag. Once she was no longer oozing with his seed, he took Kanna’s mirror from her and helped her dress, slipping into his own clothes afterward.
            Now, Kagura was spared from the madness of her heat for a little while longer. “Feel better?” Byakuya asked to her as he slipped his feet back into his sandals and fixed his hair back into a high tail.
            “Much. Thank you,’ Kagura replied as she fixed her own hair, then added with a somber tone: “But I can feel that there’s still some of that…that urge left in me. It’s going to come back.”
            “Only pregnancy will make it go away permanently, I fear,” Byakuya said. He paused for a moment to turn east and ‘gaze’ through the dense forest in front of him, imagining the opaque silhouette of Naraku’s castle jutting from the sea. He recalled what Naraku had said to Kagura about Kohaku in the chamber deep beneath it. “Naraku means for Kohaku to give you that pregnancy, regardless of whether you or Kohaku really want it or not. He hasn’t told me anything specific as he trusts me less and less, but I think he intends to do something truly terrible with the child you and Kohaku create.”
            Kagura bristled at the thought of any child of hers coming under Naraku’s influence in any way. She knew she had to find a way to escape her dark creator. Blessed and cursed with fertility now, she was in more danger from him than ever. “I guess we’d better get on with our mission,” she said regardless. “Naraku will surely punish us somehow if we tarry too long.”
            Byakuya drew another of his origami cranes from inside his vestment and transformed it to its giant flight size and Kagura did the same with one of her feathers. They rode their respective transports out of the forest and into the sky, using Kanna’s mirror to navigate back onto Kikyo and Kohaku’s trail.

-To be continued-
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A Twist in the Myth