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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 35: The Dark Bargain – pt. 5

Chapter summary: In exchange for nine consecutive rounds of vulgar, aggressive sex with Sayaka, Naraku has revived all nine of Sayaka’s junior priestess prostitutes. He releases them from their birthing pods and turns his sexual attentions from Sayaka to Magatsuhi. Then, he suffers another relapse of the illness caused by long exposure to the Shikon no Tama, and Sayaka is initially reluctant to heal him this time. However, he makes a final temptation to her, then she heals him with her girls’ approval, and ends up giving more to him than just her reiki, or her body…
Sex scenes: Naraku/Magatsuhi, Naraku/Sayaka, Naraku/Sayaka/Magatsuhi
WARNING: Extreme sexualized blood and gore near the middle of the chapter, running from the middle up to the end. Full-blown Naraku-on-Sayaka KALI-MAAA heart removal. If this frightens you or you aren’t interested in reading it, please skip it and know that after this chapter, Sayaka survives, and she and her girls are on ‘Team Naraku.’
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(Cont. from pt. 4)
            Bump-bump. Bump-bump. The hideous beating in the underground sex/incarnation chamber’s living walls had returned, filling Sayaka’s ears as Naraku’s cock filled her pussy to overflowing with a hard, jolting PUMP, PUMP, PUMP. She felt his chest swelling and sinking against her bare back, and her own chest swelled and sank with her equally labored breathing. The ragged cadence in his breathing eased as the speed and pressure of his ejaculations ebbed within her: PUMP, PUMP, pump…pump, then stillness, and their Round Nine was over.
(Soundtrack: Candlemass – Black Candles)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8p19qgh0ic
            Naraku eased himself and Sayaka onto their left sides on his bed and unfolded her legs from her chest so that she could lay more comfortably. Snaking an arm around her waist to pull her into him, he kissed the side of her neck, stroking his cock inside her gently, then pulled out of her with yet another messy flood of his cum, reluctantly separating himself from her. Trembling, she curled up into a ball on her side and wrapped her arms around herself as she coped with the aftershocks of her own pleasure, feeling the heat and weight of Naraku’s evil seed inside her. Her womb was practically chewing on what he had pumped into it. “I underestimated you, Naraku-san,” she reflected quietly. “You really could go nine times with me…”
            Even after nine orgasms in a row in less than an hour, Naraku’s powerful demon male body was still rearing for more, his cock jutting from him in a state of great size, weight, and firmness. Eminently pleased with his own sexual performance, he stood over Sayaka on his knees. His big balls were still heavy in their protective sac and he considered taking her again, if only to see if she would try to fight him off, since he didn’t have any more of her girls to revive. Instead, he decided to give her a much-needed break and turned away from her to set his attention on the heretofore-neglected Magatsuhi. He slid atop the sexy female demon and eagerly, she spread her thighs to accept his heavy, muscled hips between them, and she hissed as he filled her with his cock, to finally give her the same hard pumping, penetrating business he had to Sayaka.
            With fresh, hot semen still oozing from her sex, Sayaka sat up to see Naraku and Magatsuhi making slow, easy love, their pace quickly escalating until they were screwing like demonic rabbits, and she was privately impressed with the oni lord’s stamina. She asked herself: how many times could he go with a woman? Fifteen? Twenty? She slipped off his bed, wincing as she felt his seed running down her inner thighs, and moved to tend to her girls in their pods. “Naraku, my girls - release them now,” she requested firmly.
            Pumping deeply into Magatsuhi’s cunt, Naraku turned his head to smile at Sayaka. “Of course. We’ve worked through almost all the aphrodisiac in the air, so they shouldn’t immediately lose their minds to artificial lust.”
            All nine of the pods containing Sayaka’s girls drooped lower to the flesh-covered floor on their stalks, then their membranes split open along fine longitudinal seams at Naraku’s telekinetic command. The amniotic fluid inside them drained out with a terrible mess, and once the level of it was below their mouths, the girls reached up and pulled out the horrible phallic breathing tentacles that had been simultaneously raping their throats and sustaining their lives. Clawing out of their fleshy pods, they coughed and gasped for unobstructed natural breaths of air, and Sayaka helped them to their feet, leading each of them to a spot on the fleshy floor a safe distance from Naraku, or as safe as was possible.
            Sayaka used her reiki to burn away the demonic amniotic fluid coating her girls’ new-grown bodies, safely and methodically. This left them clean and dry, but still completely nude. Clothes for them would have to come from Byakuya’s magic loom in the castle above, but none of them were embarrassed by their collective nudity: as part of their sexual profession, they had been nude in sight of each other on a nightly basis for months.
            Naraku reached his first climax with Magatsuhi, easily pumping her full of cum, then the steady, pleasured pace of the beating sound in the chamber’s living walls changed abruptly, becoming unsteady and erratic. Gasping with wide eyes, he stiffened above the possessed Yura clone, not out of pleasure, and he pulled out of her suddenly to collapse onto his back at her side. His cock began to soften and flag between his thighs as his arousal evaporated, blood vessels swelling up beneath his skin as bolts of searing pain struck deep within him.
            “NNNGH!” Naraku snarled with tightly-closed eyes and clenched, bared teeth, again not in the throes of male orgasm. He arched off the bed and Magatsuhi sat up beside him, looking down at his body as the distended blood vessels spread their clearly-visible paths under his skin, like cracks in a slowly-breaking pane of glass. His illness was flaring up again.
            Sayaka turned away from her girls to look back to Naraku after hearing the sound of his pain, and she saw what Magatsuhi saw, Naraku’s body rebelling against him. “Sayaka-sensei,” he began, swallowing thickly to get a handle on the pain. “Laying with you was so enjoyable, but now I require that other service of yours.”
            “Are you about to die now, Naraku-san? Maybe I should let you,” Sayaka suggested with calm venom, standing up boldly as her girls knelt in a circle around her. She had her girls back and the exultation that came with it caused her defiant spirit, temporarily muted as she allowed Naraku to use her body, to come flooding back to her.
            “You forget, miko,” Magatsuhi chastised to Sayaka on Naraku’s behalf. “You’re standing underground, under several hundred tons of rock, plus the castle structure above ground. If Naraku dies, this all collapses, right on top of your head…and your girls’. Their second lives would then be so short, wouldn’t they? And even if you made it out without getting crushed, can you swim thirty, forty miles before you’re turned into shark food?”
            “And don’t forget about Byakuya,” Naraku added. “I know you fancy him. Yes - I heard the vows you made to each other, as he fucked you in the bath again. You intend to have that child he put inside you, so that he can raise it with you. If I die, he dies, as does Kagura. And Kikyo and Kohaku! They are Byakuya’s and Kagura’s passengers in the air, right now, traveling over very deep water. If Byakuya and Kagura should die, at this very moment, Kikyo and Kohaku will plunge into the sea to drown, or become ‘shark food,’ as Magatsuhi put it.”
            Sayaka glowered at Naraku, and the oni lord sat up on his bed with great effort as his physical decomposition accelerated. The veins that had swelled up beneath his skin turned black, and black blood began to flow from his nose, dripping down his bare chest. His fabulous male musculature began to shrivel up before Sayaka’s and Magatsuhi’s eyes. “There is something else you perhaps haven’t considered,” he said, his eyes narrowing viciously. He summoned the Shikon jewel from its place floating in the air down to one of his palms. “I’ve brought your girls back. I can bring your entire village back, as well. Much is within this jewel’s power.”
            This thought gave Sayaka pause. She considered it: her entire village, every man, woman, and child that Naraku had murdered, alive again. Some of those people were her girls’ family members – was allowing Naraku’s wretched life to continue a little longer not worth getting all that back? Perhaps it was a bluff on his part, but it was a risk she felt compelled to take. Besides, she’d just gone through a lot of sexual trouble with him to get her girls back, and she wasn’t especially eager to throw their lives away, or her own.
            Still, Sayaka felt the decision shouldn’t be hers alone. Her girls weren’t dead anymore, so they had as much a stake in all this as she did, or Byakuya, Kagura, Kikyo, Kohaku, or any others Naraku took joy in tormenting. “Girls. Let’s put it to a vote,” she said, turning away from Naraku’s deteriorating visage to face her girls behind her. “Those who want me to heal Naraku now, for the chance of getting our village back, raise your hand.”
            Looking amongst each other, Hiroko, Kaori, Kurumi, and Reiki raised their hands immediately, while Aki, Junko, Nami, Saki, and Yuki kept their hands down. 4 out of 9, a minority. Yuki trembled visibly with indecision, then gradually raised a hand until it was fully aloft – a defection, and a 4/9 minority suddenly became a 5/9 majority.
            Sayaka looked among her girls with a hand planted on a hip. “I know this is a tough decision, deciding whether to allow the one who tentacle-raped you and fucking murdered you with those same tentacles to live,” she said. “Is this your final vote? Going once, going twice…?” At ‘twice,’ the 5 girls with their hands raised kept them there, leading Sayaka to breathe deeply and sigh through her nose. “Okay, then.” Then, she turned to face Naraku again, beginning to walk toward him.
            “I do so love democracy,” Naraku smiled. Once Sayaka was close enough to him, he reached out and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her onto his bed atop him. She felt her stomach twisting by making physical contact with him in his current state, and she pushed off him just enough to be able to sit on his bed beside him.
            “Yuck,” Sayaka commented on the state of Naraku’s body, with his swollen black veins and skin that was even more pallid than usual for him. “I’ll heal you just so I don’t have to look at you like this.” Fighting her revulsion, she charged a hand with her reiki and pressed it to his chest, over his heart, beginning to channel her reiki into the core of his evil being.
            Naraku’s body responded to Sayaka’s treatment rapidly, his veins returning to their normal color and subtended pressure, his skin returning to its normal pale tone. His previously fabulous, endless male muscles had withered significantly, even in the short length of his latest relapse, and they too returned to their original size and density. His sex drive was restored to its full force, leaving him frisky and with sexy naked Sayaka within easy reach, and he pulled her onto him again to kiss her hard, much to Magatsuhi’s chagrin after having gotten only one round with him so far.
            Sayaka ‘oomphed’ into Naraku’s mouth as she landed on him, feeling his long, thick demon cock swelling up between his hard, male stomach and her own flat, female belly. Though somewhat indignant, she decided not to push away from him, instead sitting up atop him, straddling his hips. “Glad to see you’re already feeling better,” she mocked.
            “Indeed,” Naraku chuckled. “Continue to heal me as I need, and I may live long enough to resurrect the people of your village. However, your village’s population numbered in the hundreds, and as you can see, there isn’t space for me to resurrect them here. I will have to do so elsewhere, later, when I have prepared the necessary resources.”
            “Fine,” Sayaka said. “As long as you actually do it. If I suspect you’re trying to weasel out of it, then no more healing from me.”
            Naraku’s eyes flashed with malevolent intent. “There is another detail I might attach to this ‘bargain’ of ours, if you’ll hear it.”
            “Why am I not surprised?” Sayaka rolled her golden eyes. “Spit it out, then.”
            “Byakuya and Kagura are bringing Kikyo to me, along with Kohaku,” Naraku explained. “Kikyo is dangerous to me, and I have little leverage over her. Not nearly as much as I do over you. When she arrives here, I will need you to use your reiki to counter hers, to protect me from her and to force her into healing me, if necessary. For you to do that, I must be completely certain that your will is aligned with mine, that you will cooperate with me. The prospect of me resurrecting the people of your village, alone, is not strong enough incentive to guarantee that.”
            “And what would be?” Sayaka pressed.
            “For you to accept my spirit into yourself, and become my Dark Priestess,” Naraku answered.
            Sayaka stilled and paled visibly, then leapt off Naraku and his entire bed at once, backing away from him and Magatsuhi in her girls’ direction. The oni lord did not pursue her, and physically restricted Magatsuhi from doing so on her own. “Yes, you are right to fear,” Naraku said with suspicious sympathy. “To fully leave the light of your religion and embrace the darkness of a demon such as myself. It is not a decision to be made lightly, and it can only be done with your full, willing consent.”
            “Consent,” Sayaka repeated to Naraku with a deadly glare. Given the events at her shrine, it was profoundly insulting to her that he knew the word and would dare to use it in a sentence in front of her.
            “That’s right,” Naraku confirmed, releasing Magatsuhi’s arm when he felt she wasn’t about to try and drag Sayaka back to him. His red eyes glowed and dozens of his tentacles sprouted from the flesh-covered floor around Sayaka’s feet, but only undulated in place and did not converge on her to seize her. They were visual reminders that standing in this place, she was in danger of him restraining her at any time if he wanted, as he had to Magatsuhi earlier. “With these, I can take control of your body, then I can force myself upon you to take the physical pleasure I want. But for you to become my Dark Priestess, your spirit must accept mine.”
            “And if I don’t become your fucking ‘Dark Priestess,’ what then?” Sayaka demanded.
            “We continue as we are now,” Naraku said plainly. “I remain your host or captor, and you my guest or prisoner, depending on your attitude toward me. Byakuya and Kagura will bring Kikyo to me, then I may not be able to fend her off in my current state, should she choose to attack. And then, if I perish against her, all of us die, and your village remains dead forever.”
            Shaking with rage, Sayaka turned to look at her girls behind her, searching their faces and the fearful expressions there. “Girls?” she asked. “Tell me what to do. What do you want me to do?”
            Hiroko, the eldest junior prostitute, looked among her sisters, then spoke on their behalf. “Sayaka-sensei. Is it not a miko’s destiny to confront the darkness of a demon such as Naraku? This may your opportunity to destroy him, from within. Whatever you decide, we will support you, as you have supported us.”
            “Spoken like true disciples,” Naraku approved. “What is your decision, Sayaka-sensei?”
            Sayaka looked back to Naraku, tamping down her fears with pure resolve, however foolhardy it may have been. “Very well. If it protects my girls’ lives, and leads to the return of my lost village to life, then I will become your Dark Priestess.”
(Soundtrack: Overkill – The Goal is Your Soul)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZFToa8DCcU
            Silently, Naraku extended a large, well-manicured hand to Sayaka as he lay on his bed, his chest heaving with dark excitement and his red eyes glowing with anticipation for the sinister act to come. Now, Magatsuhi was happy to watch again, sitting up onto her knees to receive Sayaka and assist in whatever way Naraku desired. Her feet feeling as lead, Sayaka approached the oni lord, short of breath as her fear rose up into her chest to grip her heart. Whatever what was about to happen between herself and him now, it certainly wasn’t going to be pleasant. She placed one hand in Naraku’s, and the other into Magatsuhi’s, and they squeezed her hands affectionately to pull her onto the bed.
            “Mount me,” Naraku commanded to Sayaka, and the miko prostitute shifted over him, spreading her thighs around his hips to straddle him once more. “Press yourself onto me, and start moving.”
            “I knew this would be something sexual,” Sayaka muttered as she spread her thighs wider, lowering her hips to touch her pussy to Naraku’s long, thick cock as it lay on his abdomen. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat of him warming her most private flesh again, then she began to thrust her hips back and forth over his, her pussy gliding along the length of his cock with steadily building lubrication.
            “You know you love it,” Naraku smirked, breathing huskily by the pleasure he took from Sayaka’s sensual grinding. At that very moment, his big balls prepared their seed and pre-cum pulsed up his cock to spill out onto his abdominal muscles. “It looks like our ‘Round Ten’ is happening, after all, and I am so excited to be inside you again, this time. Let me show you.”
            Sayaka’s golden eyes widened as she felt Naraku’s cock pulse against her pussy, and she looked down to see it growing, getting visibly thicker and longer between her thighs. What had been ‘merely’ twelve-plus inches long before was now edging past thirteen, closer to fourteen than thirteen, with a girth appropriate for such an impressive, excessive length. She had seen only one cock larger in her life – that of a hulking uma (horse) hanyou that had visited her shrine some months back. Jinenji had been his name, and he had arrived equipped with a charmingly-sweet personality, a truly enormous cock (thankfully styled as a human’s, not a horse’s!) probably 14-15 inches in length, and a forceful male sex drive that had needed her full talents, plus those of all nine of her girls, to sate.
            Jinenji’s stamina, appetite, and endearing nature, plus the coin in his coinpurse, earned from a highly-profitable farming season, had been such that Sayaka took him back to her private chamber for a long, intimate one-on-one session. To their mutual benefit, his hanyou biology had allowed her to use a repurposed purifying sutra as a contraceptive, allowing them to enjoy the full pleasure of his body penetrating hers, and hers accepting his, all the way up to and through the moment of climax. The difference in their physical sizes required him to be on the bottom for her safety, and then she had to put 5-6 futons together to give him enough cushioning on her bedroom’s hardwood floor. With his massive tanned musclebound and scar-covered body laid out for her to ride, it had taken her every ounce of her patience and concentration to get herself fully seated on the pulsating erectile monster he carried between his thighs, and it had taken similar patience on his part to lay still beneath her and let her work their bodies together, without flipping her onto her back and rutting her into the floor.
            Sayaka’s heart sped up as she recalled the finish of her night with Jinenji, his massive human-shaped, horse-sized hanyou cock swelling up within her, spreading her vaginal muscles to the absolute limit. The sensation of his cock’s crown-like head pressed right up to her cervix, plus the full length of his cock’s long, thick shaft beating inside her with his heart, culminating with the breathtaking, inseminating explosion of his seed splurting directly into her womb, was a sensation not even remotely rivaled for her until she met Byakuya and Naraku. She distinctly remembered having trouble walking as she and her girls reluctantly escorted Jinenji out of her shrine in the morning, then having to wear her contraceptive sutra for days afterward, feeling his hyperactive uma sperm swimming around inside her for that entire time. In terms of sheer size, if not the potential to truly impregnate her, it looked like Naraku was intending to give her memorable customer a run for his money.
            Wisely, Sayaka refrained from mentioning Jinenji’s obscene size, in case it gave Naraku any ideas beyond what he was already doing with his body. Looking down between her body and his, her reiki sight showed her the darkness of his demonic aura concentrating into his cock. His phallic male weapon grew darker in the metaphorical sense, and the literal one by the sheer amount of burning hot demon blood filling it out.
            Pump-PUMP. Pump-PUMP. Sayaka trembled as she felt Naraku’s evil heart beating vigorously against her pussy through his cock, and she bit her lower lip as she felt herself creaming over for what was about to happen, as if her body was thinking Jinenji had returned for a second passionate round. His cock reached a state of diamond hardness and her next grind over its pulsating length produced a bolt of hot female pleasure that entered her body through her silky vaginal petals and her throbbing, hooded clit to spread through her entire being, saturating her and leaving her every nerve tingling. She arched her back, closed her eyes and gasped from the sensation and Naraku smiled with sinister, sadistic sexual relish.
            “Yes,” Naraku yowled to Sayaka. “As you can see, I’m going to penetrate you, deeper than ever before, in more ways than one. Now, take me into you.”
            Obediently, Sayaka rocked back from her knees onto the balls of her feet and raised her hips, jiggling strings of her female lubricant stretching out between her throbbing pussy mound and Naraku’s cock. Squatting over him with thighs spread wide, she reached down between her thighs and lifted his huge cock away from his solid male abdomen, aiming it straight up at her dripping sex. Biting her lower lip, she lowered her hips again and Naraku’s enormous cockhead kissed her silky vaginal petals, pushing them far apart to delve into the female orifice they protected. She held her breath and heard her heart pounding in her ears as she felt her body opening, opening, and opening as she increased the pressure, struggling to accept Naraku inside. He was smaller than Jinenji, but only barely.
            Then, at last, the bulbous crown of Naraku’s obscenely-oversized cock slipped past Sayaka’s outer and inner vaginal petals, entering her body’s luscious pink internal canal. Trembling, the miko prostitute gradually relaxed the muscles in her thighs and calves, letting gravity do the work, and she tilted her head back, moaning helplessly as she felt herself filling up with her dark lover’s pulsating girth as she sank onto it. Her inner muscles were spread almost to their limit. “Oh, God, Naraku…” she panted when the oni lord’s cockhead met her cervix and forced her womb to shift inside her by his sheer length. He wasn’t even fully sheathed in her.
            Naraku reached up and placed a hand on Sayaka’s slim waist to help her center and steady herself over him, feeling her inner muscles gripping and milking him with greater authority by his new size. He could feel her every contraction working over his cock’s every ridge and palpitating vein, on top of the subtle, circulating thud of her heartbeat. His own heart synchronized with hers, leading to an incredibly-pleasurable bump-bump, bump-bump sensation inside her body for each of them to feel.
            Closing his eyes for a moment, Naraku tilted his head back into his pillow and smiled as he relished in Sayaka’s hot, creamy female tightness around him. He could feel himself aimed directly into her womb, a sexual feat of which he was already capable, but now that he had increased the power of his balls and demonic prostate, the ejaculations he would soon unleash into the reproductive core of her would be hotter, heavier, and messier than ever before. “Mmm…” he purred darkly. “We may both praise God for this, even as we offend Him or Her with this act. You feel so good around me. Do I…feel good for you?”
            Toes curling and uncurling reflexively on the bed by the intensity of Naraku’s penetration inside her, Sayaka placed one hand on the oni lord’s solid lower abdomen to help support herself, then placed the other on her own softer one. There, she felt the pronounced bulge of his cock within her, beating with his evil heart and grinding brutally, yet pleasurably against her womb. “Yes,” she answered quietly and honestly, taking slow, measured breaths due to her diaphragm shifting differently by the huge, hard thing taking up so much space inside her. “You do, in fact, feel good for me.”
            “I’m so glad,” Naraku beamed, opening his eyes and turning his head back down to again take in the sight of Sayaka sitting astride his lap, her beautiful pussy skewered deeply on his cock. He could see her silky pink vaginal petals stretched wide to contain him, her clit throbbing at absolute maximum female erection in its protective hood. “I want you to enjoy this with me, as much as you can. Now please, ride me.”
            Taking a deep breath, Sayaka raised her hips to lift her pussy up Naraku’s cock, moaning softly by the sensation of his cock’s flared, phallic head dragging back down past her inner muscles. Naraku kept quiet and sneered passionately as he watched the miko prostitute’s cunt rise up his cock’s impressive length, leaving it glistening with her aromatic vaginal fluid. Then, she sank back down onto him, his cock grinding back into her with a richly-lubricated gush and her breath hitching cutely when the head of him met her womb again.
            Soon, Sayaka was gliding her pussy up and down the full length of Naraku’s throbbing hard monster cock, or as much of it as her body could accept. She moved her hips with skillful coital strokes and the oni lord she was rutting began to move with her, lifting his hips as hers descended to add greater energy to their deep joining. Panting softly, she moved her hands to brace them on his brawny thighs behind her, leaning back and enjoying the change in the angle of his cock inside her, as well as giving him a better view of his body penetrating hers. Her large breasts bounced freely and symmetrically on her chest, her rosy nipples drawing outward contra-rotating circles in the air, and Naraku reached up with his right hand to fill his palm with her left breast, massaging it playfully and deliberately breaking her breasts’ bouncing symmetry.
            Naraku’s evil red eyes glowed as he used his demonic senses to look into Sayaka’s flat, bare belly, treating himself to the sight of his cock pistoning through her gripping vaginal canal over and over. The sight of her living, creamy pink kegel muscles flowing up and down the shaft of his cock was incredibly stimulating for him, so stimulating that he could feel his big balls tensing up again and his demonic prostate beating inside him to try and defy his will. He growled in utter delight, feeling his seed churning inside him, the creamy hot pressure building again.
            The tempo of Naraku’s heartbeat reached a new, darkly-excited plateau as he focused on Sayaka’s womb in her belly, seeing the reiki in its walls resisting the shouki in his seed that filled it. “Suppress your reiki now,” he ordered to her. “Accept my power into yourself.”
            Closing her eyes, Sayaka signed through her nose and manipulated her reiki inside her body to withdraw it from the walls of her womb, and she shivered as she felt Naraku’s shouki advancing deeper within her, expanding from her womb to enter her intestines and sweep up past her stomach and liver, then into her lungs. Her heart was a shining mass of reiki between her lungs and Naraku’s shouki could not enter it, flowing around it like water around an impermeable stone. It continued past her heart and shot up through her neck into her brain, and she felt a wave of dizziness overcome her, like becoming suddenly, intensely intoxicated in the space of a few seconds. The color in her vision drained to grey, then gradually returned.
            Sayaka kept enough control of herself to keep riding Naraku’s cock, and the oni lord began to thrust his hips up to hers, pounding her womb with punishing strokes, hitching her breath again and again. He attuned his shouki inside him and it blossomed around his body as harmless, transparent black flame to engulf himself and Sayaka at once, and she cried out as she felt the concentration of his dark power inside her increasing. Nevertheless, her heart defied his power, beating as a shining, living jewel in her chest.
            Naraku’s evil red eyes narrowed as he observed the stubborn defiance of Sayaka’s heart. He concluded that a more direct method of infusing his power into it was required. He reached up and took hold of her waist in his hands to first slow, then stop her atop him. She looked down at him with a confused, frustrated expression, and he considered his next words carefully. As with the sexual aspect of the act, what was about to happen next required her consent, for her transformation into his Dark Priestess to be successful.
            “There is…a complication,” Naraku said to Sayaka.
            “Which is…?” Sayaka asked impatiently, her buildup to her own orgasm suddenly thwarted and gradually slipping away from her.
            “Your heart…I see it beating within you, filled with reiki and resisting my power,” Naraku explained. “It is the source of your reiki, and I imagine you cannot withdraw your reiki from its very source. I certainly cannot with my own shouki.”
            “So, what now?”
            Naraku’s eyes flashed malevolently. “I must dig your heart out of you…and corrupt it directly.”
            Sayaka blanched and her blood ran cold in her veins, but she didn’t climb off Naraku to get away from him, this time. Beside her, Magatsuhi had been watching her fuck the big-dicked oni lord, and now the female demon’s attention was doubly captured, a chilling grin spreading across her beautiful, hideous face. “Is this really necessary?” the miko prostitute asked to Naraku with a fearful tone.
            “No,” Naraku answered with suspicious honesty. “Even this must not be forced. If you wish not to proceed, dismount me now and we’ll forget the whole enterprise.”
            Trembling, Sayaka stayed exactly where she was, skewered deep on Naraku’s throbbing monster cock. “And if I did choose to proceed, can you put back into me what you take out, without fucking anything up?”
            “I can,” Naraku answered honestly again, with twisted demonic pride.
            “Then go for it,” Sayaka dared. “Do whatever you need, I can take it!”
            Naraku chortled, and his chortle became a long, steady laugh that infirmed Sayaka’s very soul. “We will see!” He then released Sayaka’s waist and she resumed her previous energetic rutting pace on him, striving to regain the level of pleasure she’d reached before.
(CONTENT WARNING – See warning at beginning of chapter)
(Soundtrack: Nile – Lashed to the Slave Stick)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD3dimKaJtA
            Beside Naraku’s bed, Sayaka’s girls had heard everything that had transpired and before any of them could try to interfere if they decided to, he commanded 45 long, thin prehensile tentacles to sprout from the living floor around them and wrap around their wrists, waists, and ankles – 5 tentacles for each girl. The tentacles pulled taut to firmly lash the girls to the floor on their knees and prevent them from moving, while allowing them to continue to watch the unfolding horror. Despite this, they made no sound of protest, understanding that Sayaka had chosen to do this with Naraku.
            “This is for everyone’s safety, my dears,” Naraku said aside to Sayaka’s girls, referring to his tentacles and keeping his eyes on their mistress as she fucked him more and more aggressively. “Magatsuhi. Get behind Sayaka and hold her arms.”
            Eagerly, Magatsuhi sprang into action and crawled across Naraku’s bed to position herself behind Sayaka, straddling one of Naraku’s muscular thighs. She reached forward and wrapped her hands around Sayaka’s wrists, forcing her arms above her head so that they were out of Naraku’s way and held immobile if she decided to attack him suddenly. Using the hair-controlling magic she had inherited from Yura, she created a very long, wire-like hair from one of her fingers and spooled it out and upward, then down around an invisible point in the air, like the axis of a pulley. She guided the end of it to wrap around Sayaka’s wrists and bind them together, then pull taut to keep her arms extended above her head.
            “You’re going to be one of us, soon,” Magatsuhi whispered to one of Sayaka’s rounded human ears, bending her head to kiss one of the miko prostitute’s sweaty shoulders. “We are going to have such fun together!”
            Annoyed by the loss of the use of her hands for the time being, Sayaka experienced difficulty in riding Naraku’s cock with a consistent angle, so he sat up beneath her, slipping his right hand around her back to stabilize her atop him. Face-to-face with her, he gazed into her luscious golden eyes with his evil red ones. “Keep going, as best you can,” he whispered to her, before kissing her softly, darkly.
            Adjusting the stance of her widely-spread thighs, Sayaka clenched her fists and clenched her teeth, her wrists struggling in the binding of Magatsuhi’s magic hair, and used the muscles in her calves and thighs to move her pussy up and down Naraku’s cock. He groaned in approval, feeling his pleasure building with hers again as he used the hand at her back to guide their bodies together. He flared his aura out again to re-envelop Sayaka in it, then steadily upped the intensity of it until the very air was cycling around inside the incarnation chamber as a miniature typhoon.
            “Almost there,” Naraku warned to Sayaka, his cock throbbing in her cunt with both his heartbeat and the pulse of his dark power. His inky black mane whipped about his head in the inside the incarnation chamber’s increasingly-violent airflow, as did Magatsuhi’s lavender tresses and the hair of the longest-haired members of Sayaka’s junior priestesses. Sayaka’s own, very short hair was only ruffled by it. Magatsuhi reached around to Sayaka’s chest and cupped her large, bouncing breasts in her hands, kneading them playfully, then lifted them up and held them that way to expose her lower chest to Naraku.
            “One of us,” Magatsuhi repeated to Sayaka as she massaged the miko prostitute’s awesome tits, snarling into her ear now. “One of US!”
            Naraku felt that the concentration of his shouki inside Sayaka’s body, aside from her heart, was at its peak. Another peak was imminent for him: between his thighs, his big balls were tight in their sac and an enormous gout of hot, creamy cum began to escape them unbidden, flowing up into his cock, which throbbed brutally against Sayaka’s gripping pussy muscles. Deep in her pussy, the globs of transparent male fluid slipping out of the thin slit at his cock’s very tip began to turn creamy white. He was fully loaded, aimed directly into her womb, and about to explode into orgasm.
            With Naraku’s right hand supporting her at her spine, Sayaka intentionally arched her back to thrust her chest up and out, leaning back into Magatsuhi to increase the angle between her upper body and Naraku’s, therefore giving his left hand a path up into her chest from below, under her ribcage. Sneering down at Naraku over her nose, she breathed rapidly and savagely, her chest swelling and sinking deftly for the oni lord to see, with her flat stomach sinking inside her and pressing back out with each forceful contraction of her diaphragm.
            Naraku pressed his left hand to Sayaka’s chest underneath her left breast, holding his right hand to her back where it began to curve rearward at Magatsuhi behind her. He felt her heart beating a furious, even life-threatening rhythm: Bumpbump! Bumpbump! Bumpbump! It was as a bird trying frantically to escape its cage, and it would soon be in his hand. “Last chance,” he warned to her, feeling her heartbeat get a little bit faster as a result. His own heart beat to match it, the inky black evil in the blood flowing through growing even more opaque. “In this moment of darkness for us, tell me to stop and I will.”
            “Don’t you dare pretend you have any care for me,” Sayaka spat to Naraku. “You twisted demonic motherfucker, shut the fuck up and DO IT!”
            Naraku gave Sayaka an absolutely Magatsuhi-level grin and arranged his left hand as blade, turning his palm upward into a cupping position and placing his fingertips to the bottom edge of her ribcage, right at the hollow of her sternum where the upward sweep of her ribs converged. Lining up his forearm behind his hand, he angled them together to roughly 45 degrees from the center axis of Sayaka’s upper body, squarely between straight up and straight forward. Now, the spear that was his cock was aimed into her womb, and the spear that was his hand and forearm was aimed at somewhere considerably more vital.
            Sayaka shook as Naraku gave her a strange look directly into her golden eyes, then she watched the muscles in his left arm flex with a surge of pure demonic strength that started in his shoulder and flowed through his arm into his hand. His hand thrust home and plunged into her chest with a dull, squishy riiiiiip of her flesh first resisting the penetration, then tearing asunder with a deluge of bright-red, oxygen-rich blood that poured down her stomach. Sayaka’s golden eyes went wide and her face contorted into an expression of unimaginable agony, her brain momentarily unable to process the scope of the pain assaulting it, and her cry pierced the ears of her girls as they watched helplessly from the sidelines. Averting their eyes and squeezing them shut, they wailed wordlessly with pained sympathy, kept from coming to their mistress’ aid by Naraku’s vile tentacles.
            With terrifying efficiency, Naraku tore his way through Sayaka’s entrails with wild wiggling motions of his fingers, digging past vital organs such as her stomach and liver on his way up into her chest. The heat of her body’s most vital interior around his arm was burning, leading to increased perspiration on his pale skin. He sundered her diaphragm and her horrible screams lost their volume, becoming as a gasping squelch as fresh, hot blood gurgled up her throat, spilling over her lips and pouring down her chin. With a bloodthirsty snarl, he thrust his hand the rest of the way up into her chest, seating it deep between her fruitlessly heaving lungs and taking hold of her heart.
            Naraku’s stilled his breath and closed his eyes to fully experience the sound and sensation of Sayaka’s living heart beating in his hand. Its beat was desperate, thrashing: BUMP-BUMP! BUMP-BUMP!! BUMP–BUMP!!! Each beat conveyed more pain and terror than the last. Doing this to Kagura was one thing, but to finally have a miko subjected to this was an unparalleled pleasure to his dark soul. Moving his fingers around her heart’s pumping chambers, he became aware of a thin, film-like membrane surrounding it, her pericardium. He tore it open as if he was tearing down the walls between unseen, otherworldly dimensions, then slipped his fingers inside it, working around her fully-exposed heart to grip it securely.
            The air swirling around inside the incarnation chamber began to bleed. It was as if each molecule of it was as a slit throat or wrist, gallons upon gallons of it entering the corporeal plane from some horrifying other dimension to coat the flesh-covered walls and floor, then soak the bodies of Naraku, Sayaka, Magatsuhi, and all of Sayaka’s girls at once. Magatsuhi screamed in laughter and threw her head back to open her mouth wide, gorging herself on the sanguine rain, her lavender hair turning dark purple from all the added red.
            Sayaka’s girls cried helplessly from the violent, blood-soaked wind lashing at their skin, while Naraku and Sayaka were more focused, staring directly into each other’s eyes in this moment of insane intimacy. She sneered down at him with clenched teeth, through which seeped a foam of bloody spittle, then he began to pull at her heart. One by one, the hundreds of tiny blood vessels that bound her heart to the rest of her circulatory began to fail with little, tangible pops, like lifting a section of sod from the earth. Then, the biggest veins and arteries failed, until her aorta was all that was keeping her heart inside her. He pulled a little harder and even that tough, blood-routing tube could do nothing else but succumb, giving in with an explosive, lethal POP.
            Naraku tore Sayaka’s heart from her chest completely and Magatsuhi looked around the miko prostitute’s side to gaze in wide-eyed demonic wonder at the beautiful red organ hammering in the oni lord’s hand, the center of a miko’s power and the source of her life. He held it up and showed it to Sayaka, making certain her eyes were laid squarely on it, then he saw her eyes lose focus. Fortunately for her, her full-color view of her own heart beating in Naraku’s hand, vomiting blood from every inward and outward orifice, didn’t last long as the color drained from her vision, darkness swallowing up her sight. He head fell back between her shoulders as death took her, and Naraku held out her heart for her girls to see.
            “LOOK!” Naraku roared, speaking to all nine of Sayaka’s girls, both aloud and telepathically for maximum psychological damage. His voice was as loud as it was profane, and the wild look in his burning red eyes strained their very sanity. “SEE YOUR MISTRESS’ HEART! IT BEATS IN MY HAND, AND IT BELONGS TO ME!!!”
            Cradling Sayaka’s heart in his palm, Naraku splayed his fingers out to their fullest extent, and his fingers lengthened, stretching out with creaking pops of growing bone and realigning cartilage. His fingertips tapered to needle-like points, then his fingers curled back to stab deep into Sayaka’s heart, piercing ventricle, atrium, and whatever remained of the aorta and vena cava. The veins in his arm swelled and turned black, and the liquid blackness they contained flowed down his arm, entering his hand and filtering into his fingers before being expelled into Sayaka’s heart, like all the cum he’d been pumping into her pussy and womb for the last hour.
            Sayaka’s heart wretched in Naraku’s hand as his shouki, distilled into liquid form, saturated its cardiac tissues and corrupted the reiki pumping within. Her heart changed color, from healthy red and pink, to sickly grey and black. Its beat slowed, slowed, and slowed, then ultimately ceased, remaining deathly still for perhaps only seconds, perhaps an eternity. Then, completely severed from a nervous system to regulate it, its beat returned with a jolt of sudden muscular contraction, beginning slow and lethargic and rapidly progressing to an inhuman hammering beat that no more human could survive for more than a few minutes, had their own heart been beating with such a speed.
            The ragged hole in Sayaka’s lower chest, right under her ribcage, hemorrhaged continuously, her blood gushing all over Naraku’s muscular abdomen and pouring off his sides to soak into his bed beneath him. The smell of iron was heavy in the swirling, blood-soaked air. With Sayaka’s corrupted heart in his hand, Naraku shoved it back onto the hole from which he had taken it, all the way back up to its former location between her lungs. It found its previous alignment by some unholy guidance, like magnetism, and the shorn-off blood vessels all around it regenerated and reconnected to it. Then, the inky blackness of Sayaka’s new blood swept through her veins, driven by her heart’s newfound demonic beat.
            Life returned to Sayaka’s body, and of hardly the same type she had enjoyed before. Still impaled on Naraku’s cock, she shook with involuntary muscle spasms as her nervous system, well on its way to brain and nerve death, reversed course and restarted itself. Every neuron in her brain reignited with the dark light of Naraku’s shouki blended with her reiki, and the first movement of whatever air was left in her lungs pushed a solid gout of her blood up and out of her throat, following by an inhuman howl of a soul that had just come within sight of Hell’s Plutonian shore before being ripped back to the land of the living.
            Having fallen half-closed with her death, Sayaka’s eyes refocused and opened wide as their white sclera flooded over ink-black, her golden irises glowing for better contrast with them. She lifted her head from where it had fallen between her shoulders and looked down at Naraku, in a state of complete painlessness, despite the fact that Naraku still had his hand shoved high up into her chest cavity. Clearing her throat roughly to get through all the blood gluing it shut, she spoke very calmly, and surprisingly clearly despite her ripped-open diaphragm: “I’m alive.”
            Naraku smiled. “And all mine.”
(Soundtrack: Danzig – Do You Wear the Mark)
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            Naraku squeezed Sayaka’s heart in his hand and applied his shouki to it for the final stage of her ‘induction.’ She gasped from the sensation of his evil power entering her heart and sweeping through her veins, then up into her brain with a new, dizzying neurochemical concentration, and her veins began to turn black underneath her skin. He steadily increased the output of his shouki into her core, and behind her, Magatsuhi noticed a glow coming from her back.
            Magatsuhi pulled back from Sayaka to observe a very particular shape of light forming on the miko prostitute’s back, that of a spider. The shape became brighter and brighter with unholy power, then the female demon detected the smell of burning flesh. Sayaka began to scream again as her skin inside the borders of the spider shape melted, the entire upper layer of her skin there burning down to the lower layers and healing simultaneously so that the resulting scar, a spider-shaped brand, was permanently disfigured in an exact copy of Naraku’s.
            Strange growths formed on Sayaka’s back, centered between each pair of her new spider brand’s 8 legs, near their ends for a total of six (Between legs 1/3, 3/5, 5/7, 2/4, 4/6, and 6/8). “Ugh…” Sayaka sounded, a guttural sound of building discomfort as the growths grew larger, with the alignment of her spine and ribs changing subtly to accommodate what was churning around under her skin. “Ugh….uhhhhaaaaAAAAHHHH!!!”
            All at once, the growths in Sayaka’s back erupted with blood and long, slender arthropodal appendages, sheathed in black chitin like the legs of a black widow, shot out of them. They flailed around briefly as Sayaka’s nervous system worked to gain control of them, and Magatsuhi leapt back to avoid getting slashed by them. Then, their flailed eased and finally ceased as Sayaka’s nervous system won out. They found a symmetric alignment to either side of Sayaka’s spine and moved up/down, in/out with the same symmetry, pleasing Naraku with their dangerous shape, impressive span, and glossy black sheen. Though he was incapable of impregnating her per se, it was clear that her genetic code had found at least something in his to latch onto.
            Finally, Naraku extracted his left hand from inside Sayaka’s chest. Her ruptured pericardium and diaphragm mended rapidly with his dark biological magic, her organs settled back into their usual spots inside her, and her skin healed up, but not perfectly. A noticeable scar remained as a physical reminder of what had just transpired. The swirling, bleeding air inside the incarnation chamber calmed down and the blood spraying out of it turned to hot, clean water, showering the bodies of Naraku, Sayaka, Magatsuhi, and all of Sayaka’s girls to cleanse them. Untold gallons of water-diluted blood streamed off their bodies and flowed down the incarnation chamber’s curved, flesh-covered floor to drain off into the pit at its bottom, the runoff from a crimson-hued storm.
            Sayaka tilted her head back again and closed her new black/gold eyes, letting the water wash over her face. She opened her mouth to let the water fill it, swished it around and spat it out to get the taste of her own blood out of it, then she looked down at Naraku again. He moved his right hand up and down her back, feeling the texture of her spider brand’s scar tissue, as well as the jointed bases of her six new spider legs. “My Dark Priestess,” he spoke to her. “You are so beautiful.”
            “Naraku-sama,” Sayaka addressed to the oni lord, conspicuously emphasizing the ‘sama.’ “You are my rapist, my murderer, and now my master. To regain my lost village, I serve you now.”
            Naraku could feel a sinister affection in Sayaka’s words and in the heat of her body as she sat astride his lap. Magatsuhi released Sayaka’s wrists from the bind of her magic hair, and the miko prostitute lowered her arms very slowly so as to not make any sudden movements. With her spider legs flexing on her back, she reached up to touch Naraku’s handsome face, then kissed him deeply, passionately. It was her first kiss of her new life as his Dark Priestess, and she gave it to him, not Byakuya.
            Sayaka pushed on Naraku’s broad shoulders to lay him back on his blood-soaked bed and followed him down so that her large breasts pressed intimately to his chest. Their black hearts beat together now, their souls joined by a dark link. That link had the effect of suppressing her hatred for him, at least partially, and the result was an amorous attitude from her toward him. “Let’s finish what we started, shall we?” she suggested to him, giving him another kiss.
            With iron discipline, Naraku lay perfectly still as Sayaka began to ride his cock deep and slow again, pumping her pussy down and back into its monstrous length. He let her have her way with him for a minute or so, so that she could get acquainted with the feel of her transformed, semi-demonic body. Then, he began to move with her, lifting his hips to hers to surge his cock in and out of her more forcefully, exploring her hot, silky-smooth skin with his large hands. In a visible display of her stimulation, her spider legs splayed out to her sides and trapped Naraku beneath her as a cage, then pierced the material of his bed and curved inward to lock her body to it. Her spider legs pulled on the bed to really squeeze herself onto Naraku as she fucked him, and the oni lord hissed his approval. “My Sayaka, yesssssss…”
            Magatsuhi watched Naraku’s sexual play with Sayaka with mounting jealousy. She could tell that the miko prostitute and newly-minted ‘Dark Priestess’ was going to be a competitor for Naraku’s affection (if he was capable of such a thing) and his attention going forward, along with Kikyo once Byakuya and Kagura delivered her with Kohaku. Again, the female demon was being ignored sexually, and she would have no more of it. She crawled around Sayaka to the head of Naraku’s bed, and pulled up the uppermost pair of her spider legs, which had penetrated the bed. “Back off, spider-bitch,” she ordered. “Make some room.”
            Sayaka’s black/gold eyes glowed in irritation as Magatsuhi interrupted her with Naraku, but she released her spider legs’ penetrating grip on the bed and sat upright atop the oni lord, which allowed Magatsuhi to swing a thigh over his sable-maned head and sit on his face, facing Sayaka. Naraku laughed as he quickly adapted to a mouthful of Magatsuhi’s sopping cunt, and reached up to hold onto her thighs as he began to service her enthusiastically. Sayaka resumed her slow, grinding rhythm on Naraku’s cock, then curled her spider legs around Magatsuhi’s back to pull her close, to the female demon’s surprise.
            Sayaka touched Magatsuhi’s lovely face to study her demonic beauty, tracing her fingertips over the female demon’s pouting lower lip. Their hearts were racing with the pleasure they each took from Naraku’s throbbing cock, or his skillful mouth and tongue, then the distance between their own mouths began to close as Sayaka leaned into Magatsuhi and kissed her deeply, passionately. With Naraku suckling greedily on her sopping cunt, Magatsuhi moaned into the kiss and reached out to explore Sayaka’s hot, perfect Dark Priestess body with her soft, supple female hands.
            With Naraku’s cock sheathed deep in Sayaka’s pussy, and Magatsuhi’s pussy covering Naraku’s face, and Sayaka’s and Magatsuhi’s mouths locked together, devouring each other, the dark lovers’ bodies were as a completed circuit. Naraku could feel the sexual energy between them building up, coursing through their bodies faster and faster as a triangular wheel beginning to roll with increasing speed. His cock was hard and throbbing with brutal pulsations of approaching orgasm, his big balls reaching their final tightness.
            On the subject of tightness, Sayaka’s inner muscles gripped Naraku and milked him with potent female contractions, as did Magatsuhi’s on his thrusting tongue. He used his dark magic to extend his tongue deep into the female demon’s creamy pink core, and now he was touching both Sayaka’s and Magatsuhi’s wombs at once, licking at one and hammering the head of his cock to the other. The moment of climax arrived for him and he growled into Magatsuhi’s cunt, with Sayaka feeling his cock swelling even thicker and harder inside her.
            Sayaka separated her mouth from Magatsuhi’s to look into her eyes more clearly, seeing them almost cross as Naraku got her off. Then, she pumped her pussy up and down Naraku’s cock hard and fast to bring him over the edge. His growl into Magatsuhi’s cunt became a snarl, and his evil seed erupted inside Sayaka with a PUMP of pure, sexual vengeance that sought its way to her womb. Slipping into orgasm with him, his new, blazing-hot Dark Priestess sank all the way down onto him so that his cock’s head was mated to her cervix, then kept herself there, closing her black/gold eyes and savoring the ensuing PUMP, PUMP, PUMP of his thick, creamy liquid heat flooding her belly.
            Naraku had enhanced his demonic virility along with the size of his cock, and by the tenth PUMP in her pussy, Sayaka felt her womb swelling, bulging out visibly from within her flat belly. “Yes, my Master,” she cooed, placing a hand on her lower belly and feeling it beating with each massive load Naraku pumped into it. For her, uterine orgasm became vaginal, and vaginal orgasm became clitoral as she squirted, and squirted, and squirted in the throes of her pleasure. “Yes, yes, YES! FILL ME!”
            Panting as she came down from her high, Magatsuhi dismounted Naraku’s face and Sayaka unwrapped her spider legs from around her, allowing the female demon to slip off to Naraku’s side and let him breathe freely again. His broad, muscular chest heaved with each breath he sucked into it, and with clenched, bared teeth, he gazed at his cock sheathed deep in Sayaka’s core, pulsating visibly between her widely-stretched vaginal petals by the gouts of searing hot cum flowing through it. He could see the bulge in her belly and reached out to cover her hand on it. Even if it was impossible, he was still trying to get her pregnant.
            Then, looking into Sayaka’s womb with his demonic second sight, he observed a mass of light glowing through the enormous mass of pure, white seed surrounding it. “In case you’re wondering,” Naraku began to Sayaka after a few moments, clearing his throat and catching his breath. “Byakuya’s child endures within you.”
            Sayaka turned her hand on her belly just a little bit, and she focused her miko senses, which she retained through her conversion to Naraku’s Dark Priestess. Inside her, she indeed felt the life of Byakuya’s child continuing to grow, something she was highly relieved by. “Good,” she approved.
            Naraku’s explosive ejaculations had finally ceased and Sayaka lifted herself up his cock, the head of it leaving her body and immediately followed by a flood of his cum. The bulge in her belly sank back down and disappeared as his seed drained from her pussy, pouring all over his lap and off his hips to join her blood in the bedsheets. She looked over to her girls and saw their cheeks streaked with tears, their eyes all bloodshot from prolonged weeping.
            “Go to them,” Naraku instructed to Sayaka, referring to her girls. “Introduce yourself to them, because you are reborn.”
            Carefully, Sayaka dismounted Naraku and slipped off his bed, standing on her feet on the incarnation chamber’s flesh-covered floor. She coped with some momentary dizziness, having just undergone a physical cataclysm in her transformation. Then, she approached her girls with very slow, deliberate movements, seeing fear in their eyes.
            “Don’t worry,” Sayaka comforted to her junior priestesses, raising her hands to look at them and study the blackness of the veins she saw in them. “I’m still me…mostly. It’s just…some colors are different, and there’s a few extra parts, now.” On ‘extra parts,’ she moved her spider legs for emphatic effect.
            “If you are my Dark Priestess, and these women are your acolytes, then they belong to me, as well,” Naraku said to Sayaka sitting up on his blood and cum-soaked bed. “Claim them now, and do so in my name.”
            With a willingness that contrasted with might have been hesitance, or outright defiance before her conversion, Sayaka approached the nearest member of her junior priestesses, which turned out to be Hiroko. Like all the other girls, Hiroko was still restrained to the floor by Naraku’s tentacles, and completely unable to move. She trembled as her transformed mistress knelt before her, gingerly closing her spider legs around her.
            Naraku’s spirit communicated with Sayaka’s through their new, dark link, giving her instructions that were better left unspoken, confined to the telepathic plane. Acting on those instructions, Sayaka reached up to cup Hiroko’s sweet, youthful, fearful face in her hands, then kissed her softly, beckoning the younger woman to open her mouth. As aroused as she was afraid, Hiroko did so, and then Sayaka slipped her tongue inside.
            Pleasure filled Hiroko’s brain by the not-unpleasant taste of Sayaka’s tongue in her mouth, and back on Naraku’s bed, Magatsuhi placed herself onto her hands and knees, facing Sayaka and her junior priestess. She presented herself for a hard reaming from Naraku as she witnessed the kiss that Sayaka and Hiroko shared. Naraku watched as well, fisting himself back to full erection and positioning himself behind Magatsuhi on his knees, guiding the head of his cock to her cunt and surging inside her.
            Grasping her waist with both hands, Naraku began a hard, pumping rhythm with Magatsuhi, knowing she could take the rough treatment. His eyes were firmly locked on Sayaka, though. “Now,” he commanded to her telepathically. “Do it now!”
            Hiroko’s eyes shot open as she felt Sayaka’s tongue begin to grow inside her mouth, and she gave up a muffled scream as it began to wriggle down her throat. She felt it sliding past her gullet, then thankfully, it chose to enter her esophagus instead of her trachea, allowing her to continue to breathe somewhat. Sayaka pulled her mouth from Hiroko’s to reveal that her tongue was as a long, glossy black tentacle, pulsating visibly with Naraku’s dark power, just as the oni lord’s cock was in Magatsuhi’s pussy.
            Hiroko’s throat distended from the advance of her mistress’ evil black tongue, and once it was far enough down into her chest cavity, the tip of it tapered to a needle-like point and assumed the necessary rigidity to pierce flesh. It turned at a 90-degree angle and stabbed through the wall of Hiroko’s esophagus, spearing into the girl’s beating heart from behind, leading to a terrible, nasal cry sounding out through her nose.
            Sayaka continued to hold Hiroko’s face in her hands, smoothing away the girl’s fresh, hot tears with her thumbs. Since both of their mouths were occupied by the extension of her demonic tongue, she spoke by telepathy. “I know this hurts. It’ll be over soon.”
            Evil-looking bulges began to flow through Sayaka’s tongue, leaving the Dark Priestess’ mouth and traveling toward Hiroko’s. They slipped past the girl’s rosy lips and flowed down her throat, then into her esophagus and finally into her heart via the painful shortcut Sayaka’s tongue had forged. Ink-black demon essence, like a version of Naraku’s concentrated liquid shouki that was created by Sayaka’s transformed body, exploded into a chamber of Hiroko’s heart, then Hiroko’s racing heartbeat drove the stuff throughout her body.
            Hiroko shook in the double restraint of Naraku’s tentacles and Sayaka’s spider legs, and her eyes rolled back into her head by either ecstasy or agony as her mistress’ demonic essence flooded her brain, changing it from the inside out. The nature of her reiki changed into a warped, semi-demonic parody of itself as Sayaka’s had, and her veins turned black, followed by the white sclera of her eyes. A spider-shaped brand appeared on her back, but no spider legs grew from her. That ‘honor’ was reserved only for Sayaka herself.
            Sayaka extracted her tongue from Hiroko’s heart and whatever physical trauma she had caused healed up, just as her own body had after Naraku had ripped out her heart, corrupted, and placed it back inside her. She extracted her tongue from Hiroko’s throat and mouth altogether and pulled away to see the young woman existing in a state of complete calm and painlessness. She was Naraku’s Dark Priestess, and Hiroko was her first Dark Acolyte.
            Naraku pulled Magatsuhi’s rear back into his hips savagely to skewer her with his demonic monster cock over and over. He laughed from both his own pleasure and Sayaka’s success in corrupting her first girl. “Good! Now, the OTHERS!”
            Together, Naraku and Magatsuhi enjoyed both the way their bodies fit together, and the screams of Sayaka’s other eight girls as the Dark Priestess went to work…

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A Twist in the Myth