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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 23: Yura Reborn, Kind Of

Chapter summary: Recognizing that his time is ever-limited by the accelerating nature of his illness, Naraku commits to his most terrible plan yet: to seize a newborn child capable of containing his evil spirit and use it as his new host body. Sayaka already carries such a child for Byakuya and Naraku intends to have Kagura conceive one with Kohaku. To further increase his field of ‘choices,’ Naraku creates a new, fully-living body for Kikyo, one capable of producing new life. He also creates a new, adult body for Kanna, thereby keeping his promise to Kagura and intending to pair the ghostly demon woman with Kohaku, in addition to Kagura. Finally, he creates a female body for Magatsuhi, to allow the spirit that dwells inside the Shikon jewel to participate in the sexual ‘fun.’ Sex scene: Naraku/female Magatsuhi.
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(Soundtrack: Pentagram - Sinister)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgS1UjT6E1I
            In the den of his ocean castle, Naraku closed his eyes and reclined comfortably on his throne as Sayaka’s purifying energy reverberated in his blood, keeping his illness at bay for a while longer. Byakuya, Kagura, and Sayaka had just left his den and Byakuya and Kagura had departed the castle to go find and capture Kikyo and Kohaku. Byakuya had left a fully-sentient copy of himself behind to provide Sayaka with some company in the deathly desolation of the castle and now, he showed the miko prostitute to the garden kept in the castle’s central courtyard. This left Naraku alone to his thoughts and the plans he spun in his mind.
            Deep in Naraku’s body, the Shikon no Tama vibrated insistently: Magatsuhi requested his attention. The oni lord summoned the jewel into a palm and Magatsuhi manifested his disembodied head from the mist that flowed out of it. “That was a close one, wasn’t it?” the spectral demon quipped, referring to Naraku’s recent ‘relapse’ and Sayaka’s act of saving him from it. “I can feel that your illness is accelerating, getting worse each time. Having Kikyo and Sayaka at once will give you some more time, but that’s all.”
            Naraku narrowed his eyes in deep, displeased contemplation, looking down from Magatsuhi’s floating head to the darkly beautiful jewel that the bulk of his devious spirit was housed inside. The jewel was the centerpiece of all his power and soon, it would be his downfall. “I require a permanent solution,” he concluded, manipulating the jewel between two fingers and a thumb and watching Magatsuhi’s point of effluence move across its glassy-smooth surface. “I must complete the jewel, have my wish upon it, and secure my survival from my illness in the process, all the while thwarting the efforts of InuYasha, Sesshomaru, and all their friends to kill me by more immediate means.”
            Magatsuhi did not speak again immediately, his reddish-pink eyes glowing strangely in his silence. “A tall order, to be sure. Have any ideas?” he asked coyly after a moment.
            A small smile spread across Naraku’s face as a profoundly terrible idea took hold in his mind. “I do…and you’re right. Kikyo and Sayaka can sustain my body for only so long. I need a new one, one that can hold all of my demonic spirit. I cannot grow such a body – any that I make for myself would inherit the same corruption that is killing me now. Byakuya and Kagura are spared from the same end only because I deliberately separated them from the power of the Shikon jewel upon their birth. Separate from the jewel’s power, they and incarnations like them are limited, and not directly suitable for my spirit. Therefore, if I cannot grow a new body for myself, one must be grown – born - for me.”
            “A child…” Magatsuhi hissed in evil delight. “You must possess a child’s body and make it your own!”
            “And not just any child, but a newborn, moments after birth, when the connection between flesh and spirit is still fledgling,” Naraku added. “It must be a child with very powerful parents. Ideally, both parents should be full youkai, or direct descendants of full youkai not less than hanyou status. The only humans with enough power in them are miko, so the child I require could also be the offspring of a miko mother and a youkai father.”
            “Sayaka is pregnant right now,” Magatsuhi reminded. “Her child is fathered by Byakuya, making it a promising candidate right from the start.”
            “Yes,” Naraku agreed. “And Kagura is in heat, or she will be very soon, once she reaches Honshu’s air. After carrying it for so many years, Kohaku’s body and spirit have been permanently enhanced by the Shikon shard in him; a child he fathers with Kagura would be suitable, as well.”
            “But beyond that, our options are limited, aren’t they?” Magatsuhi speculated. “From the information Byakuya has been giving you, InuYasha and his pack have been fucking like rabbits for a long time, now. At the peak of his heat, InuYasha himself might do Kagome, Shizu, Sango, and Shiori two or three times each, all in one night. It’s the same with Sesshomaru and Rin. But so far, with so much sex going on among them, they’ve avoided pregnancies by using special sutras designed by Kagome and Miroku. Though it would be only a quarter youkai, a baby from InuYasha and Kagome would be almost perfect.”
            “More mothers are necessary,” Naraku said. “Sayaka and Kagura aren’t enough. Working against circumstance in these uncertain times, I cannot count on those two alone to live long enough to have their children or deliver them without fatal complications. After all, the children will hardly be of conventional lineage. Since InuYasha and Sesshomaru are so careful with their own women, I must find more from another source, or create them, as I did Kagura.”
            Magatsuhi grinned widely. “I think I like where this is going…”
            Naraku responded to Magatsuhi’s grin with a more restrained smile of his own. Holding the Shikon no Tama (and therefore Magatsuhi) in his left hand, he rose from his throne and passed his right hand over the floor of the den in front of him. The hardwood structure of it dissolved to reveal the gaping stone tunnel he had crawled up earlier, in the monstrous, tentacled and pustuled form his illness had forced him into. Leaping down from his throne and landing in the tunnel, he settled onto his back and slid down through the tunnel’s twisting darkness to emerge in the incarnation birthing chamber beneath the castle.
            The birthing chamber was still partially collapsed from the effect of Naraku’s relapse, so the oni lord used his dark magic to repair it. Boulders and gravel lifted from the places where they lay and returned to their original state in the chamber’s unbroken spherical wall. Next, Naraku used his magic to dissolve the reddish-pink demon flesh that had been lining that wall, which he had emplaced as perverse decoration for the tryst he and Byakuya had shared with Kagura. The flesh turned into gooey black fluid and flowed down to gather in the six-foot pit at the bottommost pole of the chamber’s sphere. Naraku approached the pit and the fluid began to churn in reaction to his presence.
            Magatsuhi osmosed back into the Shikon no Tama and Naraku absorbed the jewel into his body; he needed both hands free. He then removed both vambraces of his demonic armor and rolled up both sleeves of his haori. These actions were very much like when he resurrected Kagura, but now, he was about to perform two resurrections at once and he needed to transmit twice the power. Charging his arms with his youki and shoving them elbow-deep into the pool of black fluid, Naraku grit his teeth and braced himself as the energy transfer took hold. The blood vessels in his neck and temples strained visibly and the pool of his demonic essence began to churn wildly. He leapt back with a relieved gasp and the pool erupted in a gushing fount.
            “Who are you bringing back this time?” Magatsuhi asked to Naraku, speaking into his mind from within the Shikon jewel.
            “Two women, each of whom will be able to bear my heir,” Naraku began as he composed himself, walking around the fountain of ink-black demon oil and looking it over, studying it as an architect surveying his construction project. “The first is Kanna, my first incarnation. Earlier, I promised her resurrection to Kagura. But I will give her an adult body this time, and like Kagura, she will bear Kohaku’s child for my use.”
            “And the second?”
            Naraku smiled in muted triumph as his demonic fountain congealed and split into two fleshy, dribbling stalks, their heads attaching to the chamber’s ceiling. “The second…is Kikyo.” At the center of each solidifying stalk, a fluid-filled ovoid bubble grew, each one containing a rapidly-dividing zygote that would soon grow into a new Kanna and a new Kikyo, respectively. “As you undoubtedly know, some sixty years ago, I posed as InuYasha to steal the Shikon jewel from her. I slashed deep into her with the claws that InuYasha’s form provided me, and I preserved the blood I took from her. A souvenir, I suppose. Studying her blood in the years since, I have learned the code of body, the code on which all life on this world is built. Now, I can recreate her body at will.”
            In less than an hour, the bubbles in the center of the demonic flesh-stalks swelled up to accommodate the growth of the bodies inside. Instead of ending in a child-sized state, Kanna’s body grew into that of a full, adult human woman. Sleek and supple, her unclothed physique was comparable to Rin’s, her long, ghostly-white hair rippling over her bare, spider-branded back in the amniotic fluid swirling gently around her.
            Meanwhile, by Naraku’s design, Kikyo’s new body grew beyond the mere eighteen or nineteen years she’d been aged when he murdered her on that fateful day some sixty years prior, aging to an appearance of perhaps thirty years to match the physical ages of her peers. Such peers were InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, Shizu, and Sesshomaru. This ensured she would appear appropriately older than her youngest acquaintances, such as Shippo, Shiori, Rin, and Kohaku. Beyond playing with her physical age, though, Naraku made her more sexually attractive in the same way he had with Kagura, giving her significantly larger breasts, broader hips and thicker thighs, and a larger, curvier rear. This was for his own entertainment more than anyone else’s. Since he was incapable of impregnating her and thereby wasting her potential fertility on a child that he could not make use of, he fully intended to fuck her himself, to consummate the desire burning in the part of his heart that belonged to the bandit Onigumo.
            “Look upon them, Magatsuhi,” Naraku boasted of the new Kanna and Kikyo, his creations, summoning the Shikon jewel into a hand to let Magatsuhi out again. “One of them may be the mother to my survival.”
            Osmosing out of the jewel, Magatsuhi looked upon Kanna’s and Kikyo’s as-yet soulless bodies with hedonistic approval. “Mmm…they look good, Naraku…” he purred darkly. “Can you make another?”
            “For what reason?” Naraku asked.
            “For me, of course,” Magatsuhi replied, turning upon the Shikon jewel to face Naraku. “I want to feel what it’s like, to be a beautiful piece of ass like them, getting fucked left and right like they’re going to be, like Kagome and all of InuYasha’s other ‘bitches’ do already.”
            Naraku laughed aloud. “You want to be a woman? Am I hearing you correctly?”
            “You certainly are,” Magatsuhi confirmed. “And why not? Physically, I am neither a man nor a woman. I merely am. I appear before you in male form simply as a concession to your sensibilities. On the battlefield or off it, I will abide in a woman’s body as happily as in a man’s.”
            Growing thoughtful, Naraku approached the pit where the incarnation growth stalks holding Kanna and Kikyo were rooted. There was space for at least one more stalk. “If you were to have a woman’s body as you desire, which one would you like best?”
            Magatsuhi considered his options. Since his intent was to feel sexual pleasure from the female perspective first-hand, a sexually-attractive female body would bring the greatest range of male suitors, including Naraku himself. At the same time, his prospective female body shouldn’t be a duplicate of anyone Naraku already had access to or might have access to. Altogether, this excluded Kagome, Kagura, Kanna, Kikyo, Rin, Sango, Sayaka, Shiori, and Shizu. This also excluded Ayame, the wolf prince Koga’s intended wife. Therefore, only one truly appropriate name remained in Magatsuhi’s mind. “Yura,” he spoke with positively psychotic excitement. “Make me like Yura of the Demon Hair!”
            Yura of the Demon Hair – a powerful female youkai whom InuYasha and Kagome had encountered and killed early in their relationship, shortly after Kagome had shattered the Shikon jewel with one of her purifying arrows. For Magatsuhi’s purposes, Yura was an appealing choice more for her physique than her unique, demonic hair-summoning powers. In life, she had been slender, pale-skinned, ample-chested, and raven-haired, accentuating her dark, exotic beauty with a low-cut, positively slutty one-piece kunoichi outfit of glossy black silk. Her mode of dress aside, her appearance may even have been that which Naraku modeled Kagura after.
            “So be it!” Naraku approved of Magatsuhi’s choice. As he had learned how to recreate Kikyo’s body by studying the genetic information of her blood, centuries before human science had given that information the name of ‘DNA,’ he had gained the same knowledge of Yura’s body by studying the blood stains in the empty kunoichi outfit she’d left behind upon her death at InuYasha and Kagome’s hands. Setting the Shikon jewel afloat in the air with his magic, to free his hands while allowing Magatsuhi to watch, Naraku knelt beside his pit of demonic essence and thrust a single bare forearm into it, igniting another instance of the biological process that had yielded new bodies for Kikyo and Kanna.
            Soon, a third stalk of black fluid connected the pit to the curved ceiling above, and a birthing pod grew at its center, containing a demonic zygote that grew into a brand-new, fully-formed copy of Yura that floated alongside the unborn Kanna and Kikyo. Unlike Kanna and Kikyo, though, Naraku made no changes to her physique; she was curvy enough for his tastes already. The oni lord used his telekinetic powers to pluck Yura’s pod from the stalk holding it, then brought it down to his level. With depraved, ‘hands-on’ enthusiasm, he plunged his hands through the pod’s delicate outer membrane and ripped it open, hardly minding the deluge of warm, slightly-sticky amniotic fluid pouring over him. Gravity took hold of Yura’s body as the fluid drained from the pod, and she gradually sank to the pod’s bottom.
            With Magatsuhi looking on eagerly, Naraku severed Yura’s umbilical cord and used his youki to cauterize the root in her navel, as he had done with Kagura. He then took her naked, soulless body into his arms and removed her from the deflated pod surrounding her, kicking the fleshy, gelatinous remnants of it back into the pit from whence it came. He turned to face Magatsuhi as floated tethered to the Shikon jewel, showing her off proudly. He then knelt, cradling her in his lap. Bringing her mouth to his, he sealed their lips together to initiate her natural respiration with a forceful infusion of air.
            Yura’s full breasts began to rise and fall slowly and rhythmically as her breathing took hold. “She’s so beautiful,” Magatsuhi praised with a breathless quaver in his voice. “She’s like a sleeping angel. A sexy, naked sleeping angel.”
            “Do you believe in angels, Magatsuhi?” Naraku asked with bemused intrigue.
            “Of course I do,” Magatsuhi answered. “I am their antithesis.”
            “Take your new body, then,” Naraku encouraged. He swept Yura’s jet-black hair, soaked with amniotic fluid, away from her lovely, expressionless face so that Magatsuhi could look upon her more clearly. “Make this dark, beautiful angel your own.”
            Happily, Magatsuhi osmosed more of himself out of the jewel, withdrawing only as much of his spirit as was necessary to bind himself to Yura’s body. Naraku manipulated Yura’s lower jaw with a hand to open her mouth and Magatsuhi swooped in, flowing down her throat to enter her chest and soak into her beating heart from the inside. As Magatsuhi took root in her, Yura jerked involuntarily in Naraku’s arms, her eyes moving beneath closed eyelids as an especially twisted consciousness dawned in her brain. Her heart glowed visibly in her chest, like a bloody red star as it began to beat faster and faster. Glowing from the inside with some unholy light, the blood vessels in her neck swelled by her rapidly rising blood pressure and she opened her mouth to give up a helpless, unintelligible moan, the moan of a mind never before exposed to language.
            The color of Yura’s hair, congealed into a sticky, shoulder-length mop by all the amniotic fluid in it, changed suddenly, turning from glossy black to a sickly, pale lavender from root-to-end in a matter of seconds. Her struggling ceased and she opened her eyes, her round, vibrant red irises dilating to beady, dull red, psychotic-looking dots in the surrounding white sclera. A dagger-like stripe, seemingly made of magenta ink, appeared on each of her cheeks, directly below each eye. They were not unlike Sesshomaru’s natural facial stripes or those of InuYasha in his full demon form. In that moment, Yura was no longer Yura, but a female reincarnation of Magatsuhi.
            After a few moments, Magatsuhi’s blurred vision focused and ‘she’ looked up at Naraku from ‘her’ new perspective in his arms. She could feel her heart beating inside her and the movement of hot, female demonic blood that came with it. She inhaled, feeling her diaphragm shift and her lungs inflate, then exhaled, feeling her diaphragm return to its former position as her lungs deflated. She clearly relished in the sensation of a living body housing her again, and her lips stretched and curled into an absolutely demented grin. Boldly, she reached up to slip a hand behind Naraku’s head, weaving it into his thick, sable mane and holding tight. She looked him right in his eyes and pulled him down for a hard, ferocious kiss.
            Naraku’s red eyes widened briefly, then fluttered closed as Magatsuhi took his lips with hers. He opened his mouth for her and their tongues entwined, pumping back and forth and blending their saliva. Their kiss provided a conduit for their youki and the combined energy of it circulated through their bodies to fill them both with escalating demonic arousal. Magatsuhi felt her nipples pulse atop her breasts and her untested pussy clench between her thighs, while Naraku felt his cock begin to swell up beneath his armor. In a fit of passion, Magatsuhi reached up with her other hand and took hold of Naraku’s breastplate, her fingers digging into and dimpling the heavy metal by her new, female demonic strength. She tore his breastplate from his body, the armored structure giving up a groan of twisting, breaking metal as she pulled it off him, and landing with a messy clatter on the underground chamber’s stone floor as she tossed it away.
            Next, Magatsuhi ripped Naraku’s lilac haori open to expose the smooth, pale, thickly-muscled flesh beneath. She touched his bare chest with much more reverence than she’d used on his armor, feeling the warmth of his skin on her fingers and the beat of his black heart beneath her palm. She then slipped her hand downward, over his chiseled abdomen to reach down between his brawny thighs underneath his lilac hakama, feeling his massive cock rising to her touch. Breaking her kiss with him with an oxygen-deprived gasp, she looked into his eyes. “Bed. Now,” she ordered plainly.
(Soundtrack: Bruce Dickinson – Freak)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJxLF3pUjp4
            His expression growing deadly-serious as his first kiss with Magatsuhi was proceeding directly into outright sex, Naraku cradled the now-female Magatsuhi’s shoulders with one arm and extended the other to the pit at the chamber’s bottom, aiming his open palm at it. He flexed his shouki inside his body and the ink-black demon essence in the pit churned and roiled up and over the pit’s edge, beginning to move up the spherical chamber’s curve, against gravity. The stuff advanced ever upward until it converged at the chamber’s upper pole, covering the chamber’s inner wall completely and beginning to change color as it “cured” in place.
            Black demon essence solidified and became rich, vibrant red. Palpitating veins swelled beneath the surface and nodes of bio-luminescent material grew in the living matter all around the underground chamber’s walls to bathe the interior in a sickly, sexual light. Near Naraku and Magatsuhi, in a patch of formerly bare stone floor, a large rectangular tableau rose out of the surrounding flesh, rising to the height of a western-style bed, easily a “king” by its size. Once the shape and size was established, the demonic flesh constituting it transmutated in place and became as rich red, satin sheet replete with pillows for Naraku’s and Magatsuhi’s use.
            Seeing the bed that Naraku had made for them, Magatsuhi climbed out of his lap and stood up, feeling the muscles in her slender legs flexing to support her for the first time in her new, corporeal life. She reached down to offer a dainty female hand to Naraku, and he took it to stand up from his kneeling position, allowing her to lead him to the bed’s foot. There, she turned to face him and released his hand to begin stripping him of what remained of his armor, then his semi-ruined haori, his armored boots, and finally, his hakama.
            Completely nude now, Naraku stood tall before Magatsuhi, allowing her to inspect his externally-perfect, yet internally-ailing body before their unholy joining. He towered over her by at least a foot and she raised herself onto the tips of her toes to kiss him again. Settling back down onto her feet, she pressed herself flush to him, her full breasts rubbing against the lower edge of his chest. She then reached down between their bodies to play with his cock, gazing up into his eyes with pure female hunger as she fondled and stroked him to full erection.
            Once Naraku was throbbing hard in her hand, Magatsuhi stepped around him, using his cock as a steer to turn him in place. She put him directly between herself and the bed behind him, then pushed him backward to first sit on its foot, then lay back upon it. His long, sable mane gathered in a black pool upon the bed’s red sheets and Magatsuhi climbed atop him with a playful swagger in her hips. Naraku had oriented the bed so that its head and foot, and the center of the birthing chamber lay upon the same plane; as she positioned herself over him, Magatsuhi eclipsed his view of Kikyo and Kanna in their birthing pods, her red eyes glowing with desire.
            Magatsuhi spread her thighs wide to straddle Naraku’s broad male hips. She thrust her pussy to his huge cock as it lay on his chiseled male abdomen, grinding her pussy’s delicate, dripping wet petals along his cock’s bulging underside. She moaned as she felt the first direct sexual pleasure of her new life ignite in her brain, and she lay down atop Naraku, her breasts flattening to his muscular chest as she clamped a hand over his lower jaw and took another kiss from him. “I’m so wet already,” she whispered to him, nipping hungrily at his nose. “This body of mine aches for sex, so soon after waking up. I feel it in my blood. Yura must have been a fucking whore.”
            “She had a lusty personality,” Naraku replied, speaking of Yura as she was in life. He ran his hands up and down Magatsuhi’s sides, feeling her luscious curves gliding beneath his fingertips. “She was beautiful and she knew it. She had a ravenous appetite for sex and she took it wherever she could find it, whomever she could have it with. Had InuYasha and Kagome not killed her first, she would have fucked them both before digging out their hearts, still pounding with pleasure, and consuming them.”
            Magatsuhi sat up atop Naraku, arching her back and tilting her lavender-haired head rearward in passion as she pumped her pussy back and forth over his cock. She did this to get him as big and hard and herself as wet as possible before penetration. Raising herself onto the balls of her feet on the demonic flesh-bed, she balanced herself over him with thighs spread fully apart. She reached down between them to grasp his cock and lift it away from his abdomen, aiming it directly up at her dripping core. She used her other hand to spread the petals of her pussy open, exposing her silky pink vaginal orifice for Naraku’s entry.
            Thoughtfully, Naraku forced himself to remain still, fighting the urge to lift his hips and slam his cock deep into Magatsuhi’s body. As eager as she was, to his knowledge, this would be her first time having sex in any body and he was far larger than the average male, human or demon. Therefore, he restrained himself for the sake of limiting her pain. She lowered her hips and she bit her lower lip as the head of his cock began to stretch her pussy’s untested opening, breaching it further and further until it disappeared inside her completely. She gasped as she felt her pussy’s quivering inner walls parting to accept him, then halted her descent when she felt him touch her maidenhead.
            “This is going to hurt,” Naraku warned, much more considerate of Magatsuhi than he had been of Kagura for her own ‘first time.’ He reached up with a single hand and placed it on one side of her waist to steady her atop him.
            Panting in anticipation, Magatsuhi flashed Naraku a wicked grin. “Let it hurt!” she laughed. She plunged her hips downward and Naraku’s inflexible, pulsating lance of a cock speared through her maidenhead, tearing away her virginity and driving her pussy walls far apart to stab brutally against her cervix, all in one stroke. Tossing her head back again, the tendons and blood vessels in her neck strained against her pale skin from within and she snarled out, but not in agony. Her body was Yura’s, and for Yura, pleasure had been pleasure, of course, and pain had been pleasure, as well. “Oh, fuck….fuck, YES!”
            A single rivulet of blood flowed out of Magatsuhi’s pussy and trailed down Naraku’s hard cock, the liquid evidence of her defloration. Her body was that of a female youkai and the severed blood vessels in her sundered maidenhead clotted over quickly, ending the bleeding as soon as it had begun. Now, she contained Naraku’s full length inside her, feeling it pulsing against the walls of her pussy and the mouth of her womb in time with the beat of his evil heart.
            “You’re so fucking big…” Magatsuhi praised to Naraku, rotating her hips to feel him shifting in her. She smoothed a hand up and down her flat belly, feeling the slight indention his cock made there and contemplating the sensation of it beating against the walls of her pussy. This was what Kagome felt when she fucked InuYasha. She patted her fingertips to a spot near her navel, directly over her womb. “I feel you right here. You feel so good. Now I know how InuYasha can keep so many women about him: the dick.”
            “InuYasha is certainly well endowed,” Naraku agreed, relishing in the sensation of Magatsuhi’s pussy rippling around him, enthusiastically stimulating him for the first time. “His pack’s true coherence comes from things like respect, friendship, and love, concepts I see no use for, but cementing all of that together nonetheless is his sex appeal.”
            Magatsuhi lifted her pussy up Naraku’s throbbing cock by a single inch and sank back down with a passionate mewl. The small amount of blood that escaped her after Naraku’s broke her hymen washed away in a fresh flood of her body’s natural lubricant, and she built her strokes until she was plunging up and down his full length, grinding her cervix down against the crown of his cock over and over. Her full breasts bounced upon her chest with her vigorous movements, and Naraku reached up to play with them, enjoying the way they filled his hands and toying with her rosy nipples.
            As he fondled Magatsuhi’s lovely breasts, Naraku lifted his powerful hips to meet hers, burying his heavy balls up against her ass from below as he reached maximum depth in her. Her pace quickened and he felt the pressure building in him, his heart thumping in his ears as he visualized the head of his cock meeting the mouth of her hungry womb again and again. He could feel it opening for him, her innermost flesh laid bare to him, and he anticipated giving that flesh its first taste of hot, creamy male seed. Fast losing control of himself, he rose up beneath Magatsuhi and slammed her onto her back on the bed, to which she only grinned in wordless, panting approval and spread her thighs completely apart, pulling her knees back to her chest with her hands to fold herself in half for him.
            Naraku leaned over Magatsuhi, pouring his weight into his thrusts to nail her into the bed beneath her. By his cock’s great length, he already had no difficulty reaching her womb, but her folded position gave him to ability to stuff it deeper into her belly. Her ovaries trembled along with it and she cried out for him, screeching in demonic female sexual delight. His muscles rippled beneath his pale skin as he fucked her harder and harder, especially in his arms, flanks, and his perfect male ass. Orgasm threatened him, his cock growing longer, thicker, and harder in Magatsuhi’s hot, sucking pussy and his balls growing tense in their smooth sac.
            Magatsuhi felt the changes in Naraku’s cock for herself. She could feel his heart pounding through it and her own heart pounded to match. The time had come for her to feel for herself what InuYasha and Sesshomaru gave to their women, their utterly willing whores on a nightly basis: boiling hot demon seed, shot directly into her womb. “Naraku, you fucking stud, nnngh…you miko-raping motherfucker,” she gasped with vulgar passion, throwing her arms around the oni lord’s thick, sinewed neck and lacing her fingers together behind it. Her thighs stayed folded back to her chest with her sleek, female calves rubbing over his hard, male shoulders, his hips surging up against hers with brutal energy. His cock lifted inside her, the length of it arching and the bulbous head straining against her cervix. Precum flowed from him constantly, speaking to her womb on a chemical level to tell it to open up and get ready for what was about to follow. “Are you coming? Are you going to shoot your wad into me?”
            Naraku tossed his head rearward, his sable mane fluttering over his spider-branded back as his whole body throbbed on the verge of climax. By Magatsuhi’s mere mention of his favorite pastime with the mikos he captured, depraved images of the things he’d done to Sayaka and her girls and the things he intended to do to Kikyo and Kagome raced through his mind, pushing him ever closer to the edge. Holding Magatsuhi by the center of her spine with one hand, he used his other to thrust them off the bed, raising them into an upright kneeling position. With Magatsuhi holding onto him around his neck, he clamped his hands onto her thighs and thrust her onto his cock, using her entire body as a living sex toy with which to jack off with.
            “Yes, I’m close. Oh, I’m so close,” Naraku confirmed to Magatsuhi with an impassioned sneer, pumping his muscular hips upward into hers as he thrust her down onto him. His hips met her inner thighs were a firm slap, slap, slap, his heavy balls wedging between the taut globes of her rear and pulling back dripping with her juice, over and over. He felt an unmistakable pressure churning out of them, boiling up into his cock. “I’m going to erupt in you.”
            “Then do it,” Magatsuhi commanded. Her breasts bounced vigorously on her chest from the borderline violence of Naraku’s hard fucking. Her lungs filled and emptied rapidly by the forceful cadence of her breathing, her heart beginning to slam between them as orgasm surged through her. “I’m your whore, your personal cum dump fucktoy.” Then, her eyes took on the craziest expression Naraku had ever seen on a woman’s face, and it, along with the richly-textured contractions of her pussy, pulled him into climax with her. “FILL. ME. UP!”
            Naraku’s gasp, interlaced with a groan to make a strange, gasp/groan sound that was music to Magatsuhi’s tapered ears, lashed against the flesh-covered walls of the underground chamber as he came. His balls clenched in their smooth sac, his prostate nearly imploding on itself to launch an especially potent gout of hot, creamy cum up his cock, deep into Magatsuhi’s womb. Another followed it, then another, and another still - Naraku swore he could hear the movements of the reproductive matter pumping out of him, an intense, repeating ba-thwock, ba-thwock that only seemed to get stronger as it went on. The underside of his cock bulged out and sank back it with rhythmic, ebbing and flowing pressure of his ejaculation, beating against the posterior wall of Magatsuhi’s pussy for her to feel.
            The already beady red irises of Magatsuhi’s eyes contracted visibly to the size of needle points as Naraku’s orgasm raged on inside her. From a distance, she would look as if her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head. She felt her womb filling with Naraku’s creamy seed and it reached full capacity in just a few demonic heartbeats. In that moment, her womb became a pulsating mass of pure, white cum wrapped in trembling uterine tissue, beating in her belly like a second heart to try and ignite some unholy new life.
            Magatsuhi’s demonic aura flared as her body anticipated conception, rolling off her pale shoulders as flames of blood. Her sickly-lavender hair, previously weighed down by cool amniotic fluid, dried out and danced gently in her aura’s convection. Her heart beat with a terrible, audible ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP that Naraku could feel in his black soul, and its beat seized the beat of his own, controlling it in his chest as he might use the Shikon jewel to do the same to Kagura’s. Her aura bathed the flesh chamber’s walls in bloody light and gave dramatic illumination to Naraku’s face as his seed reached her ovaries. She unlinked her hands behind his neck, using one to clamp onto his lower jaw and stare directly into his eyes. What the oni lord saw there gave even him pause and her voice was as a thousand demons speaking in one, dissonant chorus. “Give it to us. Give us your child!”
            Helpless to do anything but give in to Magatsuhi’s demand, Naraku began to move her up and down his cock as it continued to throb and spew his seed, using her pussy as a tool to milk himself for all he was worth. Load after load of cum left his balls and flowed up his cock, bursting out into Magatsuhi’s already full womb to start bloating it from the added pressure. Stimulated with the heat of hot male cream for the first time, her ovaries each shed an egg and the tiny, muscled walls of their respective fallopian tubes moved the eggs along aggressively, casting them out into the small ocean of semen roiling in her womb below. Instantly, her eggs were accosted by thousands of wriggling sperm cells at once, but as with Kagura before, not one penetrated the outer membranes to reach the precious nuclei beyond. Had Naraku been replaced with InuYasha, Sesshomaru, or any other reproductively-capable male at all, the result would have been instant double fertilization.
            The infernal heat of the moment passed and Magatsuhi’s pussy creamed over around Naraku’s cock with a potent gush as her womb reached its limit, the excess semen flowing down and out of her to drench his balls and run down his thighs. Her aura faded and her eyes’ irises dilated back to their normal size, her heart slowing down in her chest. Her heart released control of Naraku’s and the oni lord sucked in a hard, desperate breath, trying to regain control of his own cardiovascular function. Drained of strength after such a monumental fuck and the near-conception of some terrible, world-conquering monster, he slumped forward onto his flesh bed, taking Magatsuhi with him.
            Naraku let Magatsuhi’s calves slip off his shoulders and covered her body with his, burying his face to her throat to rest with her on her bed with a perverse form of affection. Rivulets of perspiration glistened all over their pale skin, his cock continuing to pulse and push out small globs of semen against her cervix. Sighing dreamily, the well-fucked demon woman wrapped her legs around his waist and ran a hand up and down his muscular back, tracing the raised outlines of his spider scar and running the fingers of the other through his ink-black hair as she luxuriated in the sensation of his hot cum inside her. The walls of her womb began to digest the stuff, providing her with much-needed sustenance after such an expenditure of energy.
            “I want…I want all of our enemies to feel this, the fucking moment they die,” Magatsuhi said after a while, the silky softness of her voice belying the evil of her desires. “Pleasure, right before death. I want InuYasha’s and Sesshomaru’s and all the other males’ cocks hard and spewing, and I want Kagome’s and Sango’s and all the other women’s pussies squirting, overflowing with their beloved’s cum. I want all their hearts filled with pleasure the moment they stop.”
            Naraku moaned into Magatsuhi’s neck, kissing it sweetly. His cock jerked in her, swelling back up after having lost only a small amount of size and hardness. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered to her. He pushed himself up onto his arms above her to look into her eyes again. “There’s a country on a continent far to our west – its name is France. I traveled there a few decades ago. There, they call an orgasm ‘Le Petite Mort,’” Briefly, he emulated a French accent for emphatic effect. “The Little Death.”
            “It won’t be a little death for InuYasha and the others,” Magatsuhi sneered to Naraku. “Their skulls will be smashed, their limbs torn off, their insides devoured while they breathe. Not necessarily in that order.”
            Naraku smiled and bent his head down to kiss Magatsuhi softly. “Patience,” he hushed to her. “They will all die, but the males first have to sire their children with their females, and then the females have to give birth. That will be my ultimate victory.” Naraku’s red eyes darkened with twisted foresight as he envisioned a truly terrible misery to bestow on InuYasha and his friends. “The time has come to complete the Shikon jewel. Once it is, I will make InuYasha and the other males watch as their women push their children out of their bodies. The despair they all feel as I choose one of those children and possess it as my new body will bring the jewel to its maximum darkness, and then I will have my wish on it. Then, their lives are forfeit.”
            “I can’t wait,” Magatsuhi purred with perverse excitement. “To see the look on their faces the moment you beat them. What’s more, this body of mine is a monster. I want to fuck and kill non-stop.”
            Naraku laughed aloud. “With me, you will have all of the former you can handle. I can avail Byakuya to you, along with myself, and you may even get a shot with InuYasha or Sesshomaru, if fortune is on our side. You could even bear a child from one of them for my use. As for killing, before our final victory comes, perhaps we can find another human village no one will miss.”
            Magatsuhi moaned softly as Naraku backed up and pulled out of her pussy, a heavy flood of his seed pouring out of her after him. The thick white fluid flowed down between the taut globes of her rear, pooling on the bed of transmutated flesh beneath her. Naraku kissed his way down her chest and stomach to take her silky pussy flesh with his mouth, beginning to drink his seed out of her and cleaning her as the highly-virile InuYasha or Sesshomaru might with Kagome or Rin, or any of the other women they engaged with and blew a heavy load inside. Her body, a copy of Yura’s as it was, was highly erogenous and she climaxed into his mouth with very little provocation, squirting searing hot female ejaculate right down his throat. Gulping down his treat of her pussy cream and his own seed, he stood up from between her open thighs and turned to gaze up at Kanna’s new body as it floated in its birthing pod…

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A Twist in the Myth