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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 32: The Dark Bargain – pt. 2

Chapter summary: In his incarnation birthing chamber under his castle, Naraku introduces Sayaka to Magatsuhi, then shows her what is happening to Byakuya on Honshu, through a special one-way viewing portal he creates for her. He also shows her the new bodies he has grown for Kikyo and Kanna. For Kikyo, in particular, Sayaka sees the highly-sexualized nature of her new body, despairing for the sexual madness that is certain to follow for her fellow miko. Then, Naraku entices Sayaka into a bargain with him: he resurrects her junior priestesses, whom he had brutally murdered at her shrine, creating new bodies for them using the same dark magic he had used with Kikyo and Kanna. Then, all Sayaka has to do to see all nine of her girls fully live again is give Naraku sexual pleasure, nine times in a row…
Sex scenes: Naraku/Sayaka
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(Cont. from pt. 1)
            Along the walls of one of the tunnels Sayaka stood at the entrance at, torches of blue flame, powered by Naraku’s shouki, lit up to illuminate the correct path for her to follow. Not needing her own reiki light now, she absorbed its energy back into her body and entered the now-lit tunnel, following it deeper into the castle’s underbelly. Eventually, she arrived at a shining, but completely-opaque magenta energy barrier that completely blocked the tunnel’s width. At Naraku’s command, the barrier dissipated to reveal to Sayaka the spherical stony interior of his underground incarnation birthing chamber.
(Soundtrack: Candlemass – Gothic Stone / The Well of Souls)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmV9MsFnUbk
            Immediately, Sayaka spotted two tall, trunk-like stalks of ink-black demon flesh connecting the chamber’s curved ceiling to an open pit at the bottom, and in the middle of those stalks, she saw two transparent, fluid-filled ovoid pods containing the unclothed bodies of two lovely young women, which Naraku had used his dark magic to grow a few hours earlier. The chamber was dark inside, lit only by a malevolent light radiating from the pods, which drew Sayaka’s attention directly to them. The body in the first pod, sleek and supple with shoulder-length, ghostly-white hair, was a new body for Kanna, which Sayaka did not recognize. The second, much more curvy and voluptuous and with waist-length, jet-black hair, bore a striking resemblance to artists’ remembrances that Sayaka had seen of the priestess Kikyo.
            Word of Kikyo’s death in Edo, more than sixty years earlier, had spread across Japan as wildfire, and initially, ‘InuYasha’ was the name of the one who had murdered her. Over the last decade, though, with the efforts of InuYasha and his friends to find and kill Naraku, along with their other adventures all over Japan, it had become common knowledge that it was Naraku that had killed Kikyo, not the ivory-haired hanyou warrior that had been her lover. That knowledge had eventually reached Sayaka’s now-destroyed village on Honshu’s eastern coast by way of visiting merchants. Sayaka had never seen Kikyo personally, not in her reanimated form and certainly not when she was truly alive, but she recognized that for a woman that bore such a resemblance to Kikyo to be in Naraku’s possession meant that it was likely Kikyo herself.
            On the spheroid chamber’s stone floor near the base of the pod stalks, Sayaka saw a wide, spacious bed with sheets and pillows of red silk, but the youki she could feel flowing off of it told her that it was actually some kind of demonic matter transmuted into the shape, mass, and texture of silk. Naraku sat on the foot of the bed, facing the stalks and looking up at their gestation pods to admire the lovely female bodies inside. He wore only a dark lilac hakama, his brutally-muscled upper body completely bare and the light from the pods playing softly over his smooth, pale skin. Another figure lay on the bed near him, an unclothed woman wrapped up in the demon bed’s sinful silk sheets, laying on her side and facing away from Sayaka, seemingly asleep.
            Sayaka felt an especially potent demonic energy radiating from the woman and she was immediately wary of her. Judging by the way the bedsheets contoured to her body, Sayaka could see that she was sleek and sexy, like a slightly shorter and lighter version of Kagura. The smell of sex was in the air, so Sayaka was reasonably certain that Naraku had just fucked her. Since the yet-unnamed female youkai was apparently comfortable enough around Naraku to sleep in the nude with him nearby, the encounter must have been consensual. She had shoulder-length hair of a strange lavender color, and when she rolled over onto her other side, Sayaka could finally see her face and the dagger-like markings on her cheeks, further evidence of her demonic nature. She opened her eyes, and the miko prostitute felt her lungs seize briefly as she perceived the nature of the spirit shining within them, one of pure evil.
            Naraku turned in his sitting position on his bed’s foot to face Sayaka, smiling as he saw her lay her golden eyes on the darkly-beautiful Magatsuhi, the ‘devious spirit’ from inside the Shikon no Tama manifested into the alluring female flesh of Yura of the Hair. “Sayaka. You haven’t met Magatsuhi, have you?” he asked to the miko prostitute. “Magatsuhi, this is Sayaka – miko, prostitute, mother of Byakuya’s child and his personal female fucktoy, and my ‘guest.’ Sayaka, this is Magatsuhi, a…friend of mine. She is visiting from very, very far away.”
            Magatsuhi sat up on Naraku’s bed and let the sheet wrapped around her fall away from her upper body to bare her impressive breasts. She raised her arms above her head to stretch and yawn playfully, arching her back to thrust her breasts up and out and call both Naraku’s and Sayaka’s attention to them. For his own part, Naraku felt his cock stir beneath his lilac hakama as he gorged his eyes on Magatsuhi’s voluptuous chest, her breasts silently calling for his hands, her rosy nipples calling for his lips. Her brand-new body, a copy of Yura’s, was pumping out female demonic sex pheromones almost by default, enticing Naraku to her, but the oni lord resisted his urges, for the moment.
            “You came to see about Byakuya,” Naraku said to Sayaka. “Look here.” He pointed to the pit which the stalks holding Kikyo’s and Kanna’s birthing pods sprouted from, and the ink-black demonic essence there churned up over the pit’s edge in an overflowing swell, creeping along the stone floor in Sayaka’s general direction. The fluid travelled for a few feet, then suddenly stopped, seeming to meet a flat, invisible, and impassable surface as it formed a perfectly flat line at its front edge. The fluid then rose from the floor as an inverted waterfall to form a rectangular shape four or five feet wide and six feet tall, Sayaka’s height.
            An ovoid section inside the rectangular mass of demonic matter changed texture and pulled taut, then began to glow as Naraku channeled his shouki into it. It transformed into a silent, but moving televised image of a certain part of a Honshu forest in the daytime, then zoomed in through the dense tree canopy to arrive at the scene of the original Byakuya being telepathically strangled by the literally-disarmed, but still thoroughly lethal Kikyo. Naraku was routing his connection to Byakuya through it, conveying that connection by visual means to allow Sayaka to see and understand.
            “Byakuya!” Sayaka gasped in genuine concern for her lover and father to her child, whom she had accepted as her intended husband. Reflexively, she stepped closer to the image of him Naraku had conjured and stopped herself as she realized she had begun to reach out to it, as if she had thought she could intervene through it.
            “He’s almost gone. Kikyo has almost finished him,” Naraku observed casually, seemingly unmoved by Byakuya’s mortal plight.
            Naraku’s act of speaking Kikyo’s name aloud answered one question in Sayaka’s mind, but raised another. She glanced away from the sight of the now explicitly-named Kikyo killing Byakuya, looking up to the pod that contained the soulless clone of Kikyo the oni lord had created. So, Kikyo is involved in all this. But, if the one killing Byakuya is Kikyo, then who, or what, is in that pod?
            Naraku closed his evil red eyes, concentrating his senses to feel his link to Byakuya growing tenuous, about to snap. “I feel his heart slowing, slowing. You may be interested to know that he’s thinking of you, now. How very touching.” He then re-opened his eyes to look over to Sayaka, seeing her terror building, her lovely golden eyes widening as she braced herself for the moment Kikyo ended his incarnation completely. Then, his lips curled into an evil smile as he perceived the movements of the other incarnation of his present in that forest. “Ah. Kagura is interceding now, arriving in three, two, one…”
            Sure enough, Sayaka saw Kagura enter the ‘widescreen’ image of Kikyo killing Byakuya from the right-hand side of its oval frame, moving foot-first and at high speed in a glorious, flying, double-footed wind demon kick delivered directly to the armless miko’s head. The kick drove Kikyo into and across the forest floor, breaking her telepathic grip on Byakuya and allowing him to breathe again. From there, Kagura used her enchanted fan to violently subdue Kikyo before she could recover and perhaps do what she had done to Byakuya to her. The reanimated miko’s ability to kill by telepathy seemed to depend on her ability to make direct eye contact with her target, so Kagura tore off one of Kikyo’s white haori sleeves, no longer containing an arm, and fashioned it into a blindfold to tie around her head and cover her eyes.
            “Crisis averted,” Naraku chuckled with dark satisfaction. He felt utter relief coming from Byakuya’s mind, and he saw similar relief written plainly on Sayaka’s face. “There you have it. Kikyo nearly killed Byakuya, but Kagura has saved his life. Kikyo and her protector, Kohaku, have surrendered now. They’ll be on their way back soon.”
            Then, Naraku’s satisfied expression sobered briefly as he felt an explosion of raw youki blast over the surface of the barrier protecting his castle, silent and invisible, but perceptible to his mind. His barrier was not simply a physical obstruction to unwanted visitors, but a sensor connected directly to his spirit, as well. Through it, he did not recognize the new youki signature, but he did recognize InuYasha’s, Kagome’s, and Sesshomaru’s auras intertwined with it. Right then, Naraku was feeling Kuno in his oni hulk form as he fought with InuYasha, Kagome, and Sesshomaru, and he sent a telepathic order to Byakuya for the wind demon to create another copy of himself to investigate, while the original Byakuya and Kagura transported Kikyo and Kohaku to his castle. Naraku dispelled the image of Byakuya, Kagura, Kikyo, and Kohaku congregated in the forest, then dissolved the construct of demonic matter he had used to conjure it upon, returning his twisted attention to Sayaka.
            Naraku saw Sayaka again eyeing the new versions of Kanna and Kikyo he had grown. “So, you’ve noticed them,” he said to her. He pointed above him to Kikyo. “As you may have already guessed, that lovely body is Kikyo’s.” Moving his finger to Kanna, he added: “And that is one for Kanna, Byakuya’s sister.”
            Sayaka knew that Naraku had killed Kanna – he had said as much to Kagura in his above-ground den earlier, when the lovely wind witch realized that her chronologically-older, but physically-younger sister was absent. Focusing on Kikyo for the moment, she asked: “There are two Kikyos?”
            Naraku smiled as he recalled his act of fatally-wounding the original, living Kikyo, sixty years earlier, setting her and InuYasha against each other to corrupt their love with malice. “Not exactly. What do you know about Kikyo’s legend?”
            “I know you killed her, just like Kanna,” Sayaka answered with sharp accusation.
            Naraku nodded. “I did, sixty years ago,” he confirmed gleefully. “And for fifty years after that, Kikyo resided in a hole in the ground, as nothing more than a pile of cremated bones. Then, around ten years ago, an ogre-witch named Urasue resurrected her, using the bones taken from her grave, some soil and clay, and part of the soul of her reincarnation, whose name is Kagome. Kikyo has been wandering Japan ever since, vaguely interfering or assisting in my plans every now and again.”
            Sayaka looked up at Kikyo’s clone body again and began to grasp Naraku’s evil intent, her stomach twisting inside her as she predicted the terrible things, probably sexual things, that were about to befall her fellow miko. Before she could ask it, he answered the question forming in her mind. “When I delivered the blow that killed her, I took blood from her, and I have since used it to create a new body for her. My incarnations will bring Kikyo here, in her current, reanimated but un-living state, and I will unite her spirit with her new body. Then, I will have two powerful priestesses, with which to control my…condition.”
            “And what about the measurements of this new body for Kikyo?” Sayaka pointed out to Naraku. “The Kikyo I saw killing Byakuya does not have an ass or breasts that big!”
            Naraku laughed aloud. “You’re very perceptive!” he complimented. “I will have Kikyo, to fulfill a long-standing physical desire of mine. I have created a very powerful, well-endowed body for myself, so I have made a few delightful changes to Kikyo’s body so that it serves as a feminine counterpoint to mine, to suit my tastes as a male.” He considered the bed of transformed demon flesh that he and Magatsuhi sat on, remarking: “I may soon have her on this very bed.”
            “Will there be room for more than one woman, then?” Magatsuhi asked with an impish grin, leaving her place on Naraku’s bed and crawling fully nude on all fours across it to sit at the oni lord’s back, throwing her arms around him and nuzzling behind one of his rounded, human-like ears.
            Naraku smiled and tilted his head back to enjoy Magatsuhi’s indecent feminine touch. The heat of her body and the softness of her large breasts were pleasant against his bare back. “There certainly will,” he replied. Then, he looked to Sayaka again. “Sayaka. When Kagura and Byakuya return, I will take Kikyo’s spirit and implant it in her new body. Then, I will bring Kanna back to life, so that her siblings may witness her rebirth in-person. However, they may not return for one or two hours, and you no longer have a copy of Byakuya to keep you company. How may I entertain you until then?”
            “Entertain me?” Sayaka asked, alarmed by Naraku’s intonation of the word.
            “There is room on this bed for you, as well,” Naraku said with a sinister gleam in his red eyes.
            Sayaka blinked at Naraku, then laughed aloud. Her laugh started as a breathless chortle, almost as a cough, then became deeper and more forceful by the ridiculous nature of Naraku’s statement. “You think I would fuck YOU, now, after what you DID?” Naraku felt her reiki swelling up in her as her sarcastic amusement turned to rage in a schizophrenic instant. “You RAPED ME! You MURDERED my GIRLS!”
            Naraku braced himself, but did not move from his seat on his bed as Sayaka charged him. Magatsuhi was more animated and leapt off the bed to block Sayaka’s path. The miko prostitute, however, was having none of the Yura knockoff’s interference. Charging a fist with her reiki, she punched Magatsuhi squarely in her face, instantly breaking her nose with a spongy crunch, and threw her aside so that her way to Naraku was clear.
            Drawing a deep breath, Naraku allowed Sayaka to attack him, his expression one of complete acceptance as he tilted his face slightly upward so that her first punch was square-on with it, hitting at a 90-degree angle for maximum pain. Fueled by reiki and an especially-righteous anger, her fist knocked him onto his back on his bed, then she climbed atop him to begin hammering his face repeatedly from above.
            In a masochistic streak, Naraku indulged the pain Sayaka inflicted on him, letting her beat him to her heart’s content. Wisely, he had used his demonic magic, enhanced by his possession of the Shikon jewel, to reinforce the bone structure of his face, since Kagura had illustrated its former weakness by completely caving it in with her own fists, earlier in the day. Each blow Sayaka landed on his was pain and pleasure, causing his cock to begin swelling up underneath his hakama. Given the position that the miko prostitute straddled him in, she felt his growing erection directly between her thighs, their bodies separated only by two thin layers of silk.
            Sayaka paused her beating as she felt Naraku’s massive demon cock grinding against her pussy through their clothes. She had felt it inside her before, knowing that he was packing around a foot of solid, meaty cockshaft. “You sick fuck…” she chastised to him, feeling heat flooding up into her face. As much she may have hated Naraku emotionally and psychologically, his body was a work of art, just like Byakuya’s, and her body’s response to his sexual power was only natural. “Are you enjoying this, getting the shit beaten out of you?”
            With his face merely bruised, not completely shattered as Kagura had achieved earlier, Naraku rolled his eyes furtively, a small smile gracing his lips. Ignoring the delicious liquid heat building up between her thighs, in her lower belly, Sayaka wound up to strike him again, when a number of very long, thin hairs shot out from some point behind her, each one like steel wires, and seized her at different vital points. They wrapped around her wrists, waist, and neck, then pulled taut to rip her off Naraku, dragging her back onto the stone floor below the oni lord’s bed. Naraku sat up on his bed to see that those hairs originated from the fingertips of the still completely-nude Magatsuhi, who had picked herself up after Sayaka had knocked her down.
            “It looks like I inherited more from Yura than just a new body,” Magatsuhi noted to Naraku, blood streaming from her broken nose and flowing over her lips to drip off her chin. She retracted her hairs a bit to drag Sayaka across the floor, using the hairs to manipulate the miko prostitute’s body as if she was puppet or marionette for her to play with. She forced Sayaka into a kneeling position at her feet, facing away from her, the prelude to an especially-brutal execution.
            “You fucking cunt,” Magatsuhi cursed to Sayaka from behind, tightening her wire-like hair around her throat to the point that she couldn’t breathe. “You broke my fucking nose! Now, I’ll cut your fucking throat.”
            “Stop,” Naraku demanded to Magatsuhi, standing up from his bed and approaching Sayaka from the front. “Release her!”
            “I’m killing her right fucking now,” Magatsuhi warned to Naraku, increasing the strangling pressure around Sayaka’s throat until tiny bubbles of blood began to escape the angry-red indentation her garrote of hair made in the miko prostitute’s skin.
            “You will not,” Naraku contradicted. “She is necessary to me, her and Kikyo together. Have you forgotten that?”
            “Healing you with her reiki, she’s gotten along just fine on her own, I think,” Magatsuhi said. “Kikyo will get along fine on her own, too.”
            Naraku’s red eyes flashed with quiet anger at Magatsuhi’s defiance, and at his telepathic command, a tentacle of his demon flesh burst out of the stone floor behind her, shooting up to wrap tightly around her thin, white neck. Its root was deep beneath the incarnation chamber’s floor, coming from the same unholy place as the demon essence churning in the pit at the spherical chamber’s bottom. Other tentacles followed to grab Magatsuhi by her waist, wrists, and ankles to hold her in much the same way she held Sayaka. They pulled her to her knees roughly, causing her knees to hit the bare stone she stood on painfully, and the one around her neck squeezed tight to threaten her with either a long, slow, torturous asphyxiation, or a swift, forceful crush of her throat. “Sayaka is necessary to me, whether you think so or not,” Naraku said to the demon-possessed clone of Yura. “In fact, she is more necessary than yourself, in your current form. You would be wise to consider that.”
            Sayaka felt the tension of the demon hairs holding her loosen by Magatsuhi’s lapse of concentration, then she summoned her reiki and released it in a wave distributed around her entire body to break free of them. Gasping to catch her breath, she scrambled away from her position on the incarnation chamber’s stone floor, since it was located directly between Magatsuhi and Naraku, and she didn’t want to have her back facing either one of them, right then.
            “Now, let’s all calm down, shall we?” Naraku suggested. He turned from Magatsuhi, held on her knees by his tentacles, and faced Sayaka directly as she crouched on the floor, rubbing the bloody welt that circled her neck with her fingers. “Sayaka. This chamber you stand in is not only that which I use for birthing my incarnations. It is my sex pit. I have set a rule for myself: anyone who stands in this place with me does not leave before they have provided me with an orgasm, and have achieved one themselves. Here, Kagura, Byakuya, and Magatsuhi have partaken of the pleasures of the flesh with me. Kikyo, Kohaku, and even Kanna will, as well. Now, I wish to add you to their number.”
            Sayaka saw a magenta energy barrier seal up the entrance to Naraku’s incarnation chamber and demonic sex pit, the only entrance or exit. Now, she was trapped in it, with Naraku and Magatsuhi, of all beings in the world. In a castle whose very air smelled of danger, she was completely trapped in the single most dangerous place inside it. “So, what now?” she asked to Naraku, swallowing her fear as her heart began to speed up in her chest. “Are you going to rape me, again?”
            Naraku laughed, shaking his head. “No,” he disaffirmed. “I made an agreement with Byakuya earlier, that as long as you reside in this castle, you are his, not mine. However, the spirit of our agreement was to guarantee to him that I would not take you against your will again – his attempt to spare you further suffering. If I were to persuade you into my bed, instead of forcing you into it, that would be very, very different.”
            Sayaka stood up while Magatsuhi remained restrained on the stone floor. “You’re going to persuade me to fuck you? I’m going to fuck you willingly?” she asked in disbelief. “You are a powerful demon, Naraku, the most powerful I’ve ever seen, or even heard of. But I don’t think you practice in the miraculous. The only thing you can do to get me to spread my legs for you is fucking drug me, or use your fucking tentacles, or both.”
            Naraku’s red eyes glowed strangely, but not with anger. His expression was the one of a player of a game about to make a decisive move for victory. He pointed above him to the yet-unborn Kanna in her gestation pod. “In her previous life, Kanna had a body little more than a child’s,” he explained. “Her current one is much more mature, that of a late adolescent, or a young adult. Rather like those girls of yours I killed, don’t you think?”
            Sayaka was silent now, her golden eyes narrowing as she recognized what Naraku was suggesting. “I’ve created a new body for Kanna to placate Kagura,” the oni lord continued. “I can do the same thing with your girls, to entice you into my bed.”
            “Show me,” Sayaka demanded to Naraku. “Prove to me you can do this!”
            “Mmm. A simple matter,” Naraku smiled with a sinful chuckle. “After years of studying Kikyo’s blood and learning the code that most life in this world derives from, all I need to bring your girls back is a sample of their blood, and their spirits. For each one, I have both.”
            Naraku summoned the Shikon no Tama into one of his palms for Sayaka to see. It glowed with malevolent magenta light, and the miko prostitute swore she could hear voices calling out from inside it, just within her range of hearing. “The Shikon no Tama – Sacred Jewel of Four Souls,” he said, giving Sayaka the jewel’s formal name. “If you’ve heard of Kikyo, you must have heard of this jewel. In the time I’ve been in possession of it, I’ve found that it has room for more than a mere four souls.”
            The Shikon jewel glowed in a pulsing pattern and a bright blue mist osmosed from it, coalescing into nine individual points of bright blue light that orbited the jewel as tiny moons. “Look upon your girls, Sayaka, in their most primordial forms!” he boasted. He then named them aloud, relishing in the way Sayaka’s face lit up with hope with each successive name: “Aki, Hiroko, Junko, Kaori, Kurumi, Nami, Reika, Saki, and Yuki. They’re all here.”
            Sayaka could barely breathe, her heart hammering in her throat as she felt her girls’ life forces pumping inside Naraku’s accursed jewel. His act of reciting their names accurately was attention-getting for her, since she had not spoken the names of her girls to him, Byakuya, or Kagura, but she supposed he could have somehow learned their names on his own, possibly by reading her mind. Telepathy was well within his power. What he could not reproduce so easily was the exact life energy signature of her girls’ spirits. Her reiki senses told her the full measure of each dead girl’s spirit was trapped inside the jewel, just waiting to be reincarnated into flesh.
            “H-how…how have you done this? Why have you done this?!” Sayaka asked desperately to Naraku.
            “I saw that my Byakuya enjoyed himself very much with your girls, last night,” Naraku answered. “After I killed them, I began to wonder how he might have gotten along with them, had I allowed them to live. He was already capable of siring children with each of them. Perhaps your girls might have given birth to those children and raised them here, in this castle, infusing some much-needed life into its dreary atmosphere. In the end, though, I killed your girls to satisfy the dark desires within my spirit. There is a part of me that so enjoys the sound of a woman crying out in despair, just before her heart stops and her spirit slides from the flesh containing it.”
            Naraku continued to hold the Shikon jewel, and by extension, the spirits of Sayaka’s girls, in one hand. He stepped forward to approach Sayaka and the miko prostitute stood her ground, so that the oni lord stood just inches away from her, towering over her. He reached up with his other hand and delicately brushed her silky black bangs away from her brow to look upon her lovely face and gorgeous golden eyes more clearly. She shuddered under his suspiciously-gentle touch, turning her face away from him, but did not pull away from him, knowing that any attempt to escape was futile.
            “Yes. You are right to fear me,” Naraku purred darkly to Sayaka. “Even now, I am imagining killing you, as Magatsuhi was intending just now. After I killed your girls, I implanted a very unpleasant surprise into their bodies, activated upon the arrival of my enemies who pursue me. It turned their bodies into soulless monsters for my enemies to fight, and be delayed by. That surprise of mine also bore a spell: to capture the spirit of the body I implanted it into, and send it to my jewel. Now, I possess all your girls’ spirits, right here in my hand.”
            Naraku’s eyes narrowed and his elegant male brows furrowed as he manipulated his demonic magic, and the churning black demon essence in the pit at the bottom of his incarnation chamber began to roil more energetically. Nine tendrils of ink-black demonic matter shot upward from it, each one forming a stalk analogous to the ones holding Kikyo’s and Kanna’s unborn replacement bodies in their transparent pods. The top ends of the nine new stalks attached to the chamber’s curved stone ceiling in a long arc along the same latitude, so that all eleven stalks were arranged as the ridges of a very large fan. Pods like the ones holding Kikyo and Kanna appeared in their centers, and Naraku conveyed the genetic information of each of Sayaka’s girls to them, causing replacement bodies for the girls to begin growing in the pods’ soupy amniotic fluid.
            Very soon, Naraku had grown all-new bodies for Sayaka’s girls, each girl’s body a perfect reproduction of the original that had been destroyed by InuYasha and his friends, after they had been transformed into monsters by the horrifying ‘surprises’ the oni lord had implanted into them. Releasing a sigh of exertion, he looked into Sayaka’s golden eyes. “Ultimately, everything I do, I do for pleasure,” he explained to her. “I killed your girls for pleasure, and I have reconstructed them here for pleasure again, with you. Give yourself to me now, and I will unite your girls’ spirits with their new flesh, and they will live once more.”
            Sayaka trembled before Naraku, looking past him to see her girls’ new bodies suspended in their stalk-mounted birthing pods. As far as she was concerned, the oni lord appeared to be completely capable of making good on his word. All she had to do now was fuck him, and she contemplated the act to any of the sexual acts she and her girls had performed at their shrine, in exchange for money to keep their shrine running. In her experience, a miko’s life was one of sacrifice, and to sacrifice what little dignity she had left on the altar of Naraku’s evil, demonic sexuality, so that her girls could live again, did not seem so unreasonable.
(Soundtrack: Darkane – Submission)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGQo1Rg9l-M
            Naraku smiled, feeling his black heart beating more quickly in his chest and his cock stirring under his lilac hakama as Sayaka stepped up to him, closing the final inches between their bodies to nothing. Her golden eyes were downcast and the expression on her face was defeated, submissive. He reabsorbed the Shikon jewel into his body so that he had both hands free, and he placed one hand on her slender waist, over the cloth of her red hakama, then reached up with his other hand to raise her chin and tilt her lovely face up to his.
            “Take no shame in this,” Naraku whispered to Sayaka, his evil red eyes shining by his victory over the beautiful miko prostitute. “This must be your God’s will, for us to come together in this way.”
            Sayaka trembled and closed her eyes as Naraku lowered his head to hers and kissed her with a softness and intimacy that belied his ruthless, domineering personality. Tensing up as she felt his lips on hers, she forced herself to relax, then reached up to gingerly place her hands on his broad, bare chest, feeling the enormous amounts of hard, male muscle rippling beneath his skin, and she opened her mouth to him to allow his tongue inside. She knew of the aphrodisiac that he had laced into his saliva, having felt its effect from the kiss he had forced on her back at her shrine’s bath house, and she intentionally played her tongue against his to receive his aphrodisiac as quickly as possible.
            Ba-bump. Sayaka moaned into Naraku’s mouth as his vile demonic aphrodisiac took effect in her body immediately, transmitted into her blood through the tissues of her tongue and mouth. She felt her heart begin to beat harder, faster, but with pleasure, not fear. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. A pleasant, sexual warmth gathered low in her belly, building up between her thighs, and her breasts felt heavy and full beneath the red kosode she wore under her white haori, her nipples tingling with the neurochemical stimulation and becoming rapidly erect. Naraku separated his lips from hers to let her take a much-needed breath, and he saw her cheeks flushing beautifully as his sexual poison burned through her veins.
            Even as she blushed, Sayaka’s golden eyes grew hard with resolve and she reached up from Naraku’s chest to cup his darkly-handsome face in her hands, pressing her body flush against his and raising herself up onto the tips of her toes to kiss him back, much harder than he had kissed her. The oni lord’s red eyes widened by her newfound enthusiasm, then slid closed in pleasure as he indulged her. He held her by her waist with both of his large, male hands, then moved his hands around to her rear to grope possessively at her sweet ass through her hakama’s red cloth. Rolling her rear into his palm in reflex to his touch, she thrust her hips to his, feeling his cock close to its full size and hardness as it was trapped between their lower abdomens through their clothes.
            Naraku’s shouki blossomed around him with his passion as Sayaka drank her kiss from his silky male lips, manifesting about their bodies as harmless, transparent black flame. Responding to the amorous change in his aura, the pool of his ink-black demon essence in the pit at the stone incarnation chamber’s bottom pole churned and began to overflow, creeping along the stone floor above the pit’s lip as freshly-melted wax might flow down a burning candle’s shaft, but against gravity. As it moved, it exhibited a limited intelligence as it diverted itself around Naraku’s and Sayaka’s feet, leaving them standing in a teardrop-shaped patch of bare stone. It did the same for Magatsuhi as Naraku continued to hold her secured to the floor with his tentacles, leaving her kneeling in a larger, fully circular patch of stone.
            The glistening black matter continued up the walls of the incarnation birthing chamber, surrounding the upper contact points of the stalks that held the pods for Kikyo’s and Kanna’s new bodies, as well as the new bodies for Sayaka’s girls. When the stuff converged at the chamber’s top pole, directly above the pit it had come from, all of it cured in place at once, changing color from glossy ink black to a glossy cherry red. Randomly distributed about the matter’s surface area, nodes of bioluminescent matter formed and began to glow a deep, sexually-pleasing red, flooding the chamber with an erotic light and creating a suitable atmosphere for Naraku and Sayaka as they prepared to undertake their tryst together.
            Millions of tiny pores opened up in the red demon flesh coating the chamber’s walls, and they emitted an aerated form of Naraku’s aphrodisiac, soon saturating the air and giving it a suspiciously-pleasant scent. The oni lord pulled his mouth from Sayaka’s and ordered to her huskily: “Breathe deeply, now.”
            Looking up into Naraku’s evil red eyes, Sayaka did as he commanded. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she took a very deep breath inward through her mouth, her breasts puffing out under her haori as her lungs filled with aphrodisiac-laden air. The aphrodisiac osmosed into her blood through her lungs, then her pounding heart pumped it up into her brain. Arousal truly blossomed inside her body then, rocking her entire body with a bump-BUMP of pure ecstasy. She breathed deeply, repeatedly now, flooding herself with aphrodisiac to get all of her inhibitions, what few she had, completely out of the way.
            Nearby, Magatsuhi whimpered as Naraku’s aphrodisiac found its way into her blood through her lungs, affecting her as quickly as Sayaka or even faster. Naraku glanced away from Sayaka to regard her coolly. “Naraku…” she hushed, struggling for breath as the oni lord continued to hold her bound to the floor with his tentacles. “Please, let me join you. Sayaka and I can do you together.”
            “Sayaka-sensei, what do you think?” Naraku asked playfully to Sayaka with a deliberately-raised eyebrow.
            Sayaka sneered vindictively, unforgivingly at Magatsuhi. “Fuck her,” she dismissed. “And not in the literal sense. She can just sit there and watch, for now. That’s her punishment.”
            Linking her hands behind Naraku’s sinewy neck for stability, Sayaka hiked a thigh up his side to spread herself open around him a bit, thrusting her hips to his more aggressively. This way, she pumped the swollen mound of her sex directly against his cock, those intimate areas of their bodies separated only by two thin layers of red and lilac cloth. She felt her juices beginning to flow, and he felt her aromatic liquid heat beginning to seep through their clothes, getting him rock, throbbing hard for her. She kissed him deeply again, giving herself fully to her physical attraction to him, driven by his aphrodisiac as it was. Soon, their passionate, hedonistic ‘dry humping’ wasn’t so dry anymore, and before they went too far, she pulled away from him, lowering her thigh to stand on both feet again.
            Sayaka eyed Naraku’s bed behind him, then took one of his large, male hands into both of hers and maneuvered herself around him to pull him to it. She imagined herself back at her shrine, leading an especially wealthy and/or attractive client to her bedroom for a ‘private audience.’ Right then, Naraku’s wealth was immense, measured in her girls’ very souls, and to his credit, he had the face and body to make the impending act not completely revolting. Standing with him at his bed’s side, she reached down between their bodies to tug at the sash that held his lilac hakama above his hips, pulling it apart so that his hakama fell free. Nude, with his massive cock jutting from his body in a state of monstrous erection, he stepped forward to free his feet from the hakama as it pooled up around them, then he reciprocated Sayaka’s gesture by untying the sash that held her own red hakama up.
            From her spot on the flesh-covered floor, restrained by Naraku’s tentacles, Magatsuhi had a perfect angle to observe Naraku and Sayaka undressing each other. From her perspective, Sayaka’s hakama fell from her hips to reveal her long, shapely legs, then the miko prostitute began to untie her white haori, slipping out it to stand before Naraku wearing only her red kosode. The oni lord untied that final garment’s securing sash, then she shed it to join him in full nudity. Magatsuhi’s throat went dry as she roved her beady red eyes over Naraku’s and Sayaka’s unclothed bodies, her pussy throbbing between her thighs by her building desire for both of them.
            To Magatsuhi’s eyes, Naraku was built as a sex monster, seven feet tall and sporting hundreds of pounds of hard, chiseled male muscle, with 12-13 inches of long, thick demon cock intended to spear into a woman’s cunt, willing or otherwise. At a foot shorter and perhaps less than half his weight, armed with her prostitute’s ‘experience,’ Sayaka was still every bit a woman capable of matching the formidable oni lord in bed, her hips swaying with twisted, aphrodisiac-induced anticipation for all the things she foresaw herself doing with him. Magatsuhi’s envious gaze worked its way up from Sayaka’s hips and curvy rear, up the deliciously-toned pane of her abdomen to linger on her generous breasts, and envy turned to jealousy in her heart. Sayaka, a human woman, had larger breasts the she, Yura Reborn!
            Sayaka put those luscious tits of hers to work right away as she pressed herself flush to Naraku again, this time with no clothes to interfere. Her breasts flattened widely against the lower half of his chest and the upper half of his abdomen, and his huge cock pressed to her flat belly, slicking her skin with hot pre-cum that flowed freely from deep within him. Chuckling in approval, he slipped an arm around her waist to pull their bare bodies together more firmly, causing the full length of his cock to press to her belly and really grind up her hot skin. Given their unequal height and his cock’s length, the head of his cock brushed against the apex of her ribcage, right between her breasts to where she could feel it pulsating next to her heart.
            Naraku kissed Sayaka again, then reached up and placed a large hand atop her short-haired head, beginning to push her down the length of his body slowly, but insistently. She didn’t resist him, working with him to lower herself to her knees in front of him. He glanced over to Magatsuhi and flashed a devilish grin at her as she fidgeted in her arousal, still unable to escape the hold of his tentacles. “Watch, Magatsuhi,” he said to her. “Watch…how an expert works.”
            As Naraku pressed her to her knees on the flesh floor at his feet, Sayaka angled her head so that the oozing head of his cock didn’t smear its way directly up her face, but not so much that she looked like she was trying to completely avoid it. In fact, she could taste herself salivating for a taste of him, and she placed her hands on either of his hard, male hips to steady herself as she rocked back off her knees to crouch on the balls of her feet with her thighs spread wide. Between her thighs, she felt her pussy twitching with arousal, creaming with fresh female lubricant and dripping onto the flesh floor just below. Already, her womb was throbbing in her belly, still full of Byakuya’s seed but eager to know Naraku’s, as well.
            With a very low-angle view up Naraku’s chiseled abdomen and the broad, solid planes of his chest, Sayaka moved a hand from his corresponding hip and wrapped it around his formidable, foot-long monster cock to feel its size, heat, weight, and textured hardness. She used her other hand to hold his big balls, hefting them playfully in their smooth, hairless sac. She could feel the demonic energy of the reproductive matter churning in them. He was definitely bigger than Byakuya, but Byakuya was very well-endowed in his own right, so she wasn’t completely sure his greater size was a good thing. His clean, masculine scent filled her nose and increased her salivation for him, reminding her of the best-groomed, most hygienic customers she had received at her shrine. Looking up into his watchful red eyes, she opened her mouth and extended her glistening pink tongue to give his cock a long, passionate lick, from the girthy base all the way up to the flared, oozing male head, where she tasted his pre-cum for the first time.
            “Mmm…yes, very good,” Naraku purred as Sayaka began to service him orally. He reached down and ran a hand through her short, silky black hair in an approving gesture. “But before we really get going, let’s make a game out of this.”
            “A game?” Sayaka asked, her hands not missing a beat as she fondled Naraku’s balls and fisted his cock to spread his copious pre-cum up and down its meaty length for lubrication, bringing it to an alluring sheen and making it very enticing for her to suck on.
            “You have nine girls for me to resurrect,” Naraku pointed out. “Bring me to climax once, and I will bring back one girl, until all of them live again.”
            Sayaka raised an eyebrow at Naraku’s suggestion. “You think you can go nine times? In a row, with me?”
            Naraku moved his hand from Sayaka’s hair and brushed his long, large fingers past her flushed cheek, then grasped her chin possessively. “I can,” he boasted. “You are most stimulating for me.”
            Sayaka returned Naraku’s lusty gaze with a challenging gleam in her golden eyes. “Hmph. We’ll see.”
            Now that Naraku’s cock was gliding through her fist with a generous coat of his pre-cum, Sayaka pressed her lips to the bloated, angry-red head of it and began to suckle at the thin, clean male slit there, exploring its interior with her tongue. Then, she opened her mouth and sucked the head inside, cupping her tongue to its underside as she swallowed it to the back of her throat and took a few inches of hard, thick shaft with it. With complete, slutty mastery of her gag reflex, she relaxed her throat and began to really gulp him in, inch after inch of his hard, throbbing cock sliding past her lips until her throat was visibly distending by his sheer length. Soon, his big balls pressed tightly to her chin and her nose touched his cock’s hairless base, his cock’s full length sheathed in her throat and the head of it buried deep down in her chest cavity, aimed almost directly into her stomach. She breathed carefully through her nose, in no danger of suffocating, as compared to the manner in which Naraku had murdered her girls in her bath house.
            “You can take all of me. Excellent,” Naraku praised to Sayaka, relishing in the sensation of her steamy hot throat muscles constricting around him, milking him nearly as well as her pussy could. With a mouth full of his cock, she gazed up along the muscular ridges of his abdomen and chest to make long, steady eye contact with him, and backed her mouth off him until she could feel the rim of his cockhead catching on her lips from behind, her cheeks pulling inward by the suction. She swallowed him back up to take him deep down her throat again, then spit him back out to leave his length glistening with her saliva, over and over again to build a brisk, oral coital rhythm with him.
            Magatsuhi watched in pure envy as Sayaka fucked Naraku’s cock with her mouth and throat, her head bobbing up and down between his well-muscled thighs. Her hips thrust involuntarily with pure, female demonic desire, her pussy dripping feverishly with need. Beneath her pale skin, her sleek female muscles flexed vigorously as she strained to break free of Naraku’s tentacles, and she felt them beginning to give just a little.
            Naraku laughed softly in dark, sexual victory as Sayaka sucked him off, then his laughing ceased as his pleasure began to build. His breathing became deep and husky, each pass of the miko prostitute’s hot, sucking lips sending a bolt of pure pleasure into his body through his cock, rocking his demonic prostate deep down at his cock’s root and getting it throbbing with male delight. His chest heaved with each breath he took and he reached down to cup a large hand around her head to guide it, gradually taking control of it to increase her speed.
            “Almost there,” Naraku warned to Sayaka, feeling his balls lifting in their sac. The pressure of impending climax was really pumping inside him now, about to erupt. “I want you to swallow everything I give you. You fucking beautiful slut…I want to hear you gulping it down!”
            Sayaka gave a passionate ‘Mmm’ into Naraku’s cock to signify her agreement, and allowed him to take control, letting him guide her head and fuck her face with the speed and force he wanted. She removed her hands from his cock and balls so they didn’t get in the way, using one to fondle one of her large breasts, pressing the other to her flat belly and venturing it further downward to play with her pussy between her widely-spread thighs. She slipped her middle two fingers inside herself to fuck herself as Naraku fucked her mouth, and she felt his cock begin to swell and throb.
            “Nnngh…” Naraku grunted through his nose as he felt himself slipping over the edge, pumping his cock past Sayaka’s lips and down her throat hard and fast. He gripped her head with both hands in his drive to the finish and she seemed to enjoy the rough treatment as she rubbed her fingertips over the swollen ‘sweet spot’ along her vagina’s anterior wall. “Nnngh, nnngh, NNNGH!”
            With his final grunt, orgasm struck Naraku at last. Gasping, he closed his evil red eyes and tossed his head back as he came hard, his big balls clenching as he buried them to Sayaka’s chin and held them there. Aimed down her throat, the head of his cock swelled and a powerful gout of his hot, creamy cum erupted from it, ricocheting messily down the last few inches of her throat and landing in her stomach with a vibrating slop she could feel. Another followed, then another and another, load after load bursting forth from his cock in time with his balls’ visible clenching. Right then, he had shoved his cock so far down her throat that she didn’t need to swallow in order for his seed to reach her stomach, and he pulled out of her mouth until his explosive ejaculations began to pummel her gullet, forcing her to deliberately swallow to keep up with the flow.
            Sayaka moaned into Naraku’s cock as his salty, creamy sperm-loaded flavor flooded her mouth, then began gulping emphatically, enthusiastically as he wanted. She came with him as the shouki in his seed resonated with the reiki in the walls of her stomach, her heart pumping to drive the energetic mixture through her veins. Her pussy squirted potently into her palm, her milky juices dripping onto the incarnation chamber’s flesh-covered floor. Her larynx recoiled in her throat with each solid gulp of cum she swallowed, then she pulled off him a little more so that she could put her tongue directly in the path of each shot. As far as cum went, his wasn’t horrible to taste or swallow, something she was privately thankful for, as it made the act of deep-throated female-on-male oral sex that much easier. Eventually, she could feel the pressure of his ejaculations beginning to ebb, and she backed her mouth off him until the rim of his cockhead emerged from her lips, keeping her lips sealed around the tip of him.
            With his brain flooded with pure ecstasy, Naraku opened his eyes and looked down to see Sayaka dutifully fisting his cock to keep his rich, white cumshots going as long as possible. She sucked them right out of him, then when she was certain she wouldn’t lose any by breaking the seal of her lips around his cock’s head, she pulled her lips off him with a wet smack, opening her mouth wide and jacking his long, thick cockshaft to milk out his last few spurts onto her tongue for him to see.
            Overcome with passion, Naraku bent forward slightly and seized Sayaka by one of her upper arms, hauling her to her feet and crushing his mouth to hers. Her eyes went wide briefly, then closed to a more relaxed expression as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to meet his, feeding him the taste of his own seed in a cum-soaked kiss. As their lips separated, a thin, jiggling thread of saliva and semen linked them, which he wiped away from her lips with a thumb.
            “Was that to your satisfaction, Naraku-san?” Sayaka asked with a tone of audible pleasure, by the orgasmic aftershocks still pumping between her thighs, deep in her belly.
            “Very,” Naraku answered curtly. He then turned himself so that Sayaka stood directly between himself and his bed, then shoved her back so that she landed on her rear on it. “As promised, one climax, one resurrection.”

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A Twist in the Myth