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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 5 - Desecration of a Shrine, Destruction of a Village – pt. 1

Chapter summary: Naraku dispatches his lone remaining incarnation Byakuya to capture the Shinto priestess Sayaka at her shrine along Japan's northeast coast, for the purpose of using her to heal him of an illness caused by his long use of the Shikon no Tama. Arriving at the shrine, Byakuya observes Sayaka and other priestesses perform a highly sexual 'ritual' with several men. His capture of Sayaka goes awry. Pairings: Sayaka/unnamed male x4-5, unnamed miko/unnamed male x4-5 (x9), Byakuya (solo).
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(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – Mine is the Grandeur…/…of Melancholy Burning)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJsvzCobeTM
            More than 200 miles to the northeast of the village of Kotobukiya and as InuYasha and his pack slept peacefully in that village’s inn, a strange, polygonal shape crossed the night sky a mile above the Pacific Ocean, heading west just a few miles off Honshu’s northeast coast. Illuminated by the faint light of the waning quarter moon, it bore the shape of a white origami crane, an extremely large one with a ten foot length and fifteen foot wingspan.
            Atop the crane rode a male figure dressed in a fine hakama, haori and vestment made from robin’s egg blue and lilac silk. He wore a sheathed sword across his back and he wore his long, silky black hair bound in a high ponytail that danced in the oncoming airflow. His pale, creamy white skin flawless in complexion and his facial features high and elegant, he was possessed of an effeminate male beauty enhanced by the ruby red gloss he had applied to his lips, his cobalt blue eyes glowing softly with a playful intelligence. His ears were tapered to fine points like Sesshomaru’s or Shippo’s, for he was not human, but youkai. He was spawn of Naraku, the evil demon lord’s sole surviving incarnation and a wind demon like his predecessor, the wind witch Kagura.
            His name: Mugen no Byakuya. White Night of Dreams.
            A ‘voice’ entered Byakuya’s mind as he flew west, smooth, dark, and loaded with malicious intent: Naraku’s. Besides malice, Naraku’s voice also carried a hint of thinly-veiled pain. “InuYasha and his pack are far away from you, as is Sesshomaru, but remain disciplined,” Naraku commanded of his incarnation remotely via telepathy. “Mask your youki as much as you are able. Do not allow the priestess to detect you too soon.”
            “Yes, my lord,” Byakuya responded obediently to his master, also by telepathy. His telepathic voice emulated the one with which he spoke aloud: higher and breathier than Naraku’s rich, malevolent baritone and more feminine, soft and sexy in its own right.
            Suddenly, Byakuya felt a dagger of pain strike deep in his chest, dangerously near his heart. He gasped out and clutched at his chest out of reflex, feeling the fiber of his very life force fluctuating within him unnervingly. As an incarnation of Naraku, his life was linked to his that of the evil demon lord and he would live only as long as Naraku did. By that link, Naraku’s pain was Byakuya’s and Naraku was seriously ill.
            The dark hanyou had possessed a mostly-complete Shikon no Tama for over a decade; during that time he had never been further than arms’ reach from it, even housing it directly inside his body for long periods. At some point, the energy that radiated from it had corrupted the biological processes on which his demonic amalgamation of a body operated. His battles against InuYasha and Sesshomaru and their respective packs were marked by his ability to easily regenerate parts of his body that they severed or destroyed, but not even he could regenerate himself from damage taking place at the cellular level. Left unchecked, his body would consume itself from the inside out and he would die.   In Byakuya’s mind, likely catalysts for the corruption were Naraku’s jewel-driven reformation of his body at the enchanted mountain of Hakurei or more recently, his use of the Shikon jewel to unleash the demon Magatsuhi upon the world. He had observed the latter event personally and saw the jewel glowing most ominously when Naraku accepted it into his chest.
            Naraku had found that the most effective remedy for his illness was a miko’s reiki, her demon purifying spiritual energy. Direct, measured exposure to it cleansed his flesh of its corruption and restored his body to order, although a temporary one. The evil half-demon had been antagonizing various priestesses around Japan for more than sixty years and now their weapon of choice against him was his lifeline. Therefore, Naraku dispatched Byakuya to find and capture or subdue powerful shrine maidens from which Naraku would take their reiki, usually with fatal results.
            On this night, Naraku directed Byakuya to a miko that lived along Japan’s east coast. To his concern as well as Byakuya’s, she would be third of the month, triple the number in the previous three months combined. As time went by and Naraku’s illness progressed, he needed reiki in increasingly larger amounts more and more often, and he and Byakuya both knew that shrine maidens with such reserves of it were a finite, ever-dwindling resource.
            Below, along the dark coastline, Byakuya spotted his destination, a prosperous fishing village that exported their catches to villages further inland. Many boats of different sizes and configurations were moored at the village’s assorted piers, and lanterns hung throughout its quiet streets at regular intervals to define the village’s size to Byakuya’s eyes. More than a thousand people lived in it and the male wind demon wondered grimly if any of them would live to the morning. His pulse quickened, part of him dreading what was to come, but by Naraku’s design, obedience to Naraku’s will was an intractable part of his personality and so he pressed on.
            A Shinto shrine sat recessed high up a thickly-forested hill that overlooked the village and the ocean. The miko that Byakuya sought resided there. The wind demon pitched his giant paper crane’s nose downward and descended to the shrine, leaping off it with demonic grace and falling into the forest that surrounded it. Guiding his fall with small impulses of his youki and using his youki to decelerate at his fall’s end, he landed silently in a tall oak tree that gave him a clear view of the shrine’s courtyard. Above him, his crane shrunk in size and glided downward in a wide circle to weave through leaves and tree branches and land in his palm. He folded it up and stowed it in his haori.
            The shrine’s layout was typical of the others Byakuya had seen during his time in Japan as Naraku’s servant. A dirt path from the inland side of the fishing village wove uphill through the forest and ended in a staircase of stone. At the staircase’s summit stood a torii, an arched gate made of carved wood and painted brilliant red that, in Shinto philosophy, marked where the ‘profane’ ended and the ‘sacred’ began. Beyond the torii lay a grassy courtyard bisected by a stone path leading to the shrine’s haiden, a sprawling, one-story worship hall, and beyond the haiden lay the honden, the structure in which an abstract physical representation of the kami stood enshrined.   Long rows of well-maintained cherry trees stood to either side of the path leading to the haiden, separated by standing lanterns that lit the path.
            To his intrigue, Byakuya could see dozens of human males gathered and conversing under the shroud of the cherry trees; he found it odd to see so many loitering around such a place at such a time of night. Another peculiarity was their mode of dress. The fishing village below the shrine was prosperous but not exactly wealthy, and the men Byakuya saw all wore exquisitely detailed garments of fine silk, clothing much more expensive than what even a fortunate fisherman might buy for himself or his family.   He also saw that enough men were present that if he made his presence known, at least a few of them could raise alarm before he killed them all. Therefore, he chose to reconnoiter the shrine grounds by stealth.
            Byakuya cupped a hand over his right eye. Inside his head, the optic nerve of his eye severed from his brain and with a will of its own, his detached eyeball wriggled within its socket to pop out into his palm. In his palm, it twitched and undulated as it mutated to sprout two tiny bat wings that began to flap and lift it up into the air. By his remote, telepathic control, Byakuya’s eyeball ‘drone’ then sped away to fly silent and unnoticed above the crowd of men in the shrine’s courtyard below and enter the worship hall through an open side window.
            Once it had entered the worship hall, Byakuya guided his eye high into the darkness of the hall’s wooden rafters, gaining a vantage point from which to observe the hall’s interior. Immediately, he spotted not one miko, but several, ten in total, each of them wearing the same immaculate red-and-white miko garb. Nine of them, each a lovely young Japanese woman likely not older than twenty years, circled the hall’s interior walls in a slow, methodic procession, the white socks covering their feet sliding easily over the polished hardwood floor as they chanted in feminine harmony. Byakuya realized that he had arrived during some sort of night-time Shinto ceremony. He wondered; perhaps this was Naraku’s intent?
            Nine of the ten miko conducted the procession, while the tenth knelt in the center of the hall in meditative prayer. Compared to the others, she was visibly older, more mature, and decidedly more ample in her chest and hips. She appeared to be closer to thirty years of age than twenty. Byakuya found her strikingly attractive and, like InuYasha or Sesshomaru with their respective females, the breeding heat of spring caused desire to ignite within him easily as he looked upon her.
            Byakuya’s heart sped up and he caught himself imagining what kind of figure the priestess concealed beneath her immaculate outfit, how she would feel and the sounds she might make if she accepted his hips between her thighs and took him into her body. She wore her silky black hair cropped very close to her head while her fellow miko wore their hair longer and gathered into low tails. Even from his position in the forest, Byakuya could feel the miko’s reiki sweeping outward from her body in rhythmic pulses as she prayed. She had great power and so she was most likely the one Naraku had sent him to find.
            Naraku’s voice entered Byakuya’s mind again. “She is quite fetching, isn’t she?” the oni lord commented to Byakuya, referring to the head priestess his incarnation observed. With his telepathy, he could visualize Byakuya’s fantasies of him and the miko joining their bodies in a sort of romantic, affectionate manner and the vile hanyou found them rather tame for his taste. Therefore, he overrode Byakuya’s imaginations with some of his own.
            Byakuya’s breath stilled and his heart began to slam in his chest, hammering against his lungs by the vivid, intensely erotic images entering his mind. He could see the lovely, as-yet nameless miko fully nude and on her knees before him, gazing up at him with total female supplication as she took the full, eleven-inch length of his massive demonic cock past her pouting lips and deep into her throat over and over.
            The miko’s breasts were stunningly large and full upon her chest and she lifted them with her hands as if to offer them to Byakuya. She then pressed them to either side of his cock, squeezing it between them and beginning to pump them up and down its meaty length to complement the most un-maidenlike talents of her mouth and tongue.   The expression of supplication in the miko’s eyes remained as the image shifted to that of her laying back against a clean futon somewhere in the shrine, her body illuminated by gently flickering candlelight as she spread her thighs wide to bare the beautiful, bulging female mound between them.
            The image continued and the miko’s big breasts and flat stomach heaved by her audible, husky breathing as she reached down between her thighs with both hands, using her well-manicured fingers to spread the delicate petals of her pussy far apart. She offered her body for the taking and Byakuya could hear her heart pumping hard and fast in his own ears. The lusting male wind demon could see the swollen, living pearl of her clit standing at full attention in its elegant protective hood. He could also see the glistening pink, creaming wet tissues of her pussy’s interior quivering visibly in time with her heartbeat as her exposed vaginal orifice oozed one juicy dollop of her body’s transparent, lubricating nectar after another.
            The priestess was completely ready for Byakuya, practically begging to be fucked, even impregnated. Just as the male wind demon could see the broad crown of his cock descending to her pussy, pushing past its silky outer lips and beginning to stretch, then breach its weeping inner gate, the image dissipated. It left him fighting for breath as his heart raced in his chest and his cock throbbed at full mast in his hakama. The male wind demon could smell hot pre-cum pumping up and out of him already and he avoided a sudden and extremely messy orgasm in his pants by the thinnest of margins.
            Byakuya could hear Naraku’s evil grin at his state of arousal, for the size of his cock as it appeared in Naraku’s mental projection was not imaginary. Right then, the male wind demon had almost a full foot of thick, meaty male organ pulsing between his thighs, hot, hard and heavy as its crown nudged high up against his lower abdomen under his clothes. Byakuya was Naraku’s creation and Naraku had endowed him with such a cock and a set of big, highly productive balls to match so that in the event Byakuya captured one of InuYasha or Sesshomaru’s women, the well-hung wind demon could bring her before his master and give her the fuck of a lifetime, the last one of her life. Naraku wanted the head of a male’s cock, either his own or Byakuya’s, throbbing right up against Kagome’s or Sango’s or even Rin’s bruised, violated womb, his boiling hot demon seed absolutely flooding it and pumping into her very ovaries the moment he murdered them.
            “Excellent, Byakuya,” Naraku praised to his incarnation. “Your desire is powerful and not only is this miko bitch rich with purifying energy, she is exceedingly beautiful. She will make a fine vessel for your seed…and mine.”
            Byakuya’s breathed slowly and deeply to calm his heart. The pleading, desperate expression upon the priestess’ face as he entered her remained fresh in his mind’s eye. “Our seed? Yours and mine?” he asked.
            “Of course. I can’t let you have all the fun now, can I?” Naraku replied. His telepathic voice became rich and sultry with a sexual undertone that had Byakuya’s pulse speeding up all over again. By the sound of Naraku’s excitement, the events of the night to come promised to be completely insane. “Right now, InuYasha and Sesshomaru are undoubtedly very busy with their women, and the breeding heat that they experience has both of us in its grip, as well. Once I take what I need from her, you and I will enjoy the delights of this miko’s body together. I don’t think she’ll refuse us, either. Watch and see what I mean.”
            Watching through his eyeball drone, Byakuya returned his attention to the lovely maidens inside the worship hall. After a minute or two of the younger women’s chanting, the elder priestess opened her radiant, exotic golden eyes and stood. “It is time,” she spoke.
            The younger priestesses halted their procession, turned to face their head priestess and bowed respectfully. “Yes, Sayaka-sama,” they replied.
            Sayaka. “So, that’s her name,” Byakuya mused privately, now knowing the name of his and Naraku’s soon-to-be lover and/or victim. He continued to watch as the young priestesses slid the hall’s front door open and filed out to gather on the hall’s front porch, immediately gaining the attention of the men waiting outside. Dutifully and with ceremony, one of the women pulled on a rope that hung from the porch’s ceiling. The rope connected to a gong and the gong’s low, metallic din resounded across the shrine grounds, causing the men in the courtyard to silence themselves and abandon their conversations as they converged upon the worship hall’s opened entrance.
            Close to fifty men entered the worship hall in orderly single file, each one making their respect to the young women at the entrance. The women all gave alluring blushes in response. Once inside, each man took his place at the foot of a mat lain on the hardwood floor. The mats were placed on the floor in a neat rectangular, row-and-column pattern ten mats wide and five mats deep. The number of men present meant that only a few mats went unoccupied. With each man having taken his place, the nine miko outside re-entered the worship hall and closed the door behind them. They then strode around the formation of their male guests and stood abreast of each other behind Sayaka.
            The men present bowed respectfully to Sayaka and her miko cadre. Sayaka and the other women returned the bow and the men knelt upon their mats as Sayaka directed five of her younger shrine maidens to departed from the others, collect five wicker baskets from a nearby shelf, and move to the side of the first man in each of the five rows. Each woman smiled as she held her basket out to the man near her, and in turn, those men each reached into his robe to produce a small bag of gold coins and place it in the basket as an offering. The young priestesses then gave a quiet, appreciative, yet somehow husky ‘arigato’ and moved to the next man down the row, then the next, and the next until every man in the worship hall had made his offering for the operation of the shrine, and for ‘services’ soon to be rendered.
            The junior priestesses set their now gold-laden baskets back on the shelf from which they had taken them and returned to their place beside the remaining juniors behind Sayaka. Sayaka then stepped forward and moved to stand among the group of kneeling men before her. She pressed her hands flat against one another just in front of her ample chest and began to pray quietly, gathering her spiritual energy about her. An ethereal blue glow enveloped her body and as she prayed, the glow expanded in size to surround not only herself, but the men around her. The men began to fidget in place, their breathing speeding up and growing harsh as each felt Sayaka’s power washing over him, seeping into him to saturate his blood.
            A dark, knowing smile spread across Sayaka’s face as she sensed the men’s arousal building. Through her miko energy she could feel nearly fifty male hearts picking up speed and she could also feel each man’s cock stirring within his fine kimono, rising to full erection in very little time. She only increased the amount of power she put out, taking the men deeper and deeper into their pleasure. Her energy affected each man’s blood circulation, enhancing it and allowing their cocks to achieve states of length, girth, and sheer hardness and rigidity they could never have elsewhere. Groaning and gasping together as the erection of a lifetime pounded between their thighs, the men suddenly took to their feet and converged on Sayaka as if possessed, their hearts, minds and their very sexualities at her command.
            Sayaka giggled in rising excitement as one man approached her from behind, slipping one hand around her waist to pull her back against his firm chest. He sought out one of her full breasts with his other hand, beginning to squeeze and knead it through her white haori as he began to nuzzle at her throat and thrust his hips against her ample rear. She breathed rapid and husky, her heart beating faster with growing anticipation and arousal, for the cock of the man behind her felt awesomely hard and huge as he pumped against her. Another man approached her from the front and closed in to grasp her chin and take her mouth with his in a hard, possessive kiss. To the miko’s appreciation, he had cleaned his mouth thoroughly very recently and so his lips did not carry an unpleasant taste. She opened her mouth to him and as she began to play her tongue against his, she lifted one foot from the floor to hike her thigh up his side and beckon his hips to hers.
            As Sayaka bumped and ground, kissed and thrust herself back and forth between the first two men, others joined in wherever they could fit. She held her hands out to them and they began to kiss at her palms, suckling and lapping at her fingers. Still other men contented themselves by stripping her clean, odorless feet of their socks and worshipping them and every toe on them with their hands and mouths. Unable to get close to the lovely miko, the remainder of Sayaka’s male guests rubbed and ground at their cocks through their fine kimono until their pre-cum oozed through the silk, anticipating the act to come.
            After a few minutes of simply enjoying the attention, Sayaka gathered her breath and spoke with a hot rasp. She could feel the creamy liquid heat of her own need slipping down her inner thighs. It was time. “Enough,” she panted, pushing the men around her away and settling herself back onto her feet. Almost affectionately and with a sultry gleam glowing in her half-lidded golden eyes, she brushed her hands over the handsome faces of the men nearest her, their skin almost burning hot to the touch and beginning to perspire.
            The elder miko then eased herself away from them as her junior priestesses rolled out several large brass pans from a nearby closet, ten in total, one for Sayaka and every other miko in the hall. Each pan spanned around four feet in diameter, flat-bottomed and slightly concave at the edges, and the junior priestesses lay them on the floor in two rows of five. Together, Sayaka and the other women stepped onto the pans. The younger ones glanced between each other, blushing furiously, then looked to their miko mistress.
            Sayaka commanded her women with a nod and all together, they began to slip out of their miko clothing. They removed their red hakama first, exposing their long, slender, creamy white legs and thighs to the hungry eyes of the lusty men watching them and tossing the garments away. They had foregone any sort of undergarment and so when they slipped out of their white haori, they stood fully unclothed for their male guests to admire. Together, all ten women knelt in their pans and Sayaka gestured for the men to join them in nudity.
            One after another, the men divested themselves of their fine robes to reveal their powerful male bodies to the women. To the mikos’ delight, they were all clean and well-groomed, their cocks jutting from them with steely hardness. With nearly fifty men in attendance but only ten women, each naked miko soon found herself by no fewer than four equally-naked, powerfully aroused ‘customers,’ some of them surrounded by five, including Sayaka.
            Sayaka reached out to brush her hands over the hard, male lengths presented to her, relishing in her guests’ husky breathing at her touch. She took firm hold of two, one thick member in each hand, and began to stroke them languidly, licking her lips in anticipation at the sight of the glistening pre-cum beginning to ooze from their flared crowns. Though her view of her fellow maidens was mostly blocked by muscular male thighs, hips, and stomachs, not to mention large, pulsing cocks and multiple sets of tense, heavy balls, she spoke for them to hear. “Well, go on, girls. Enjoy yourselves!” she bid, her voice and her bare pussy dripping with growing desire.
            Together, Sayaka and the other mikos began to service their men in earnest, jacking and sucking their big, beautiful cocks with feverish enthusiasm. Sayaka held one meaty ‘sword’ in each hand, stroking them in long, measured glides of her fists, and she encouraged a third man to present his own hard organ to her mouth. She opened her lips wide and accepted his full length past them, cupping and lathing him with her tongue as he pushed into her throat. He grasped her short-haired head carefully with both hands and began to pump his hips against it, fucking her mouth with long, hearty thrusts.
(Soundtrack: Iron Maiden – Prowler)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCViwXz7zAM
            Meanwhile, Byakuya could feel his own sexual need threatening his very sanity. This Sayaka wasn’t simply a priestess – she was a prostitute! He felt his knees buckling beneath him and his cock felt like an inflexible third arm in his hakama. Shaking and struggling for breath, he settled down onto the thick tree branch beneath him and sat back against the tree’s trunk. He spread his thighs and with trembling hands, he began to unfasten and open his clothes. He opened his haori first to bare his broad, well-defined chest and washboard-like abdomen to the warm spring night, then opened his hakama just enough to free his cock. It lay upon his abdomen as a hot, heavy brand of living steel, silky globs of his demon seed escaping him already.
            Watching Sayaka alternate between sucking and stroking five different cocks with his disembodied eye and his own throbbing monster with the one still in his head, Byakuya began to fist himself slowly with one hand, digging the fingertips of his other hand into the bark of the tree trunk behind him by the incredible pleasure. He was so hard that he could feel his heart beating in his hand, his cock jerking and pulsing visibly with every powerful beat. Already, his balls were huge and tense in their smooth sac and the male wind demon could feel his prostate twitching eagerly, siphoning his balls’ precious content away and feeding it up his cock’s twitching length.
            Naraku chastised his incarnation for his impatience. “Settling for your hand, are you? You would touch yourself when if you wait, you could have as many as ten hungry pussies and the fertile wombs at their end?”
            “Y-yes,” Byakuya breathed aloud, continuing to stroke himself and quickly switching back to telepathy. The mere thought of a woman’s flesh opening around him, swallowing him inside almost sent him over the edge. “I’m so big, so hard and full. My seed escapes me already. I need this so badly, my lord.”
            “Very well, my lovely Byakuya,” Naraku permitted. “Relieve yourself as you need. Your body will replace what you spend very quickly, in any event.”
            Back inside the worship hall, male grunts and female moans and giggles mingled as several men reached their first orgasms. The man who pumped his cock in and out of Sayaka’s mouth groaned out and buried his balls against the elder miko’s chin as he erupted right down her throat. Hot, thick semen surged up and out of him to slam against her gullet in strong, repeating spurts and her throat contracted over and over as she swallowed everything he gave her. Still coming, he pulled out of her mouth suddenly, allowing her to take a desperately needed breath, and his final few ejaculations burst out all over her face to coat it completely in thick, white reproductive fluid. Sayaka’s miko energy had affected not only the men’s ability to achieve erection, but the behavior of the very cores of their testes, causing them to produce their seed at a rate several times higher than normal. Their cocks had never been bigger or harder and their balls had never been more productive, allowing them to unleash the biggest, messiest loads of their lives. Now, each lovely miko happily took the full brunt of their enhanced virility.
            The other men around Sayaka began to come, as well. The elder priestess brought two of them over the edge of their pleasure with her hands and frantically shoved her mouth down onto one’s cock as he began to shoot, while the other men fisted themselves to completion to deliver their creamy seed onto her face and breasts, her hair and her back, all over her until almost every square inch of her skin bore their genetic information. She became Japan’s prototypical, archetypical, stereotypical bukkake queen in mere seconds. Soon, thick rivers of hot cum flowed down her bare body to gather in the brass pan beneath her, forming a pool of sperm-loaded ooze that grew rapidly in width and depth.
            Byakuya jacked himself faster, more urgently and thrust his hips up into his hand at the sight of Sayaka literally bathing in copious male juice while her younger priestesses received a similar treatment upon their nubile bodies. His heavy balls tightened in their smooth sac and his cock grew suddenly harder and thicker in his hand as the hot, creamy pressure built, beginning to move inside him and he knew he couldn’t hold it off any longer. Frantically, he ripped a thick tree branch away from the big one he reclined on and clamped his teeth down into the relatively softer wood to keep himself from crying out as he took himself into orgasm. Just a few more well-lubricated glides of his fist and he erupted potently, the head of his cock flaring wide and huge, the underside of his cock bulging outward as massive gouts of his thick white cream finished their eleven-inch journey to begin leaping out of him with an audible gush, gush, gush.
            With his mouth blocked by the branch, Byakuya closed his eyes and released a harsh, nasal “Nngh!” as he came incredibly hard. By Naraku’s design, the male wind demon’s ejaculations dwarfed those of the human males in the worship hall below him, impressive as they were. The first few, most powerful ones surged out of his cockhead’s thin, male slit in long, rope-like streams, reaching out a full foot to splatter all over his tightly-clenched abdomen, his heaving chest, and even his pleasure-stricken face. He turned his head to his right, away from his spewing cock, so as prevent any of his cum from getting into his empty right eye socket.
            Over and over Byakuya shot upon himself as Sayaka’s guests unloaded on her in the same way. Simple gravity caused the great volume of his creamy essence to slip and slide off his pale muscular flesh in dense, lumpy globs and soak into his clothes. He knew he would need to bathe and wash his clothes before the night was through and he removed the branch in his mouth with a gasp, pumping his cock to milk out his last few loads as he caught his breath and calmed his heart.
            “My, you are quite a sight! I doubt that there’s a woman alive whose body can hold all that you can shoot,” Naraku observed of his incarnation’s messy state with twisted paternal pride. Huge amounts of thick, white semen, altogether bearing untold billions of powerful, healthy wind demon sperm, glistened on Byakuya’s abs, chest, and face, dripping down his cheeks and chin and matting his silky black bangs to his forehead. Some flowed over his ruby-glossed lips and he licked it away to consider the salty, mineral taste, knowing that Sayaka did the same at that very moment. Still trembling in ecstasy, he produced a rag from a pocket in his haori and began to clean himself up as best he could, though by the sheer amount of cum he had shot, the rag reached saturation quickly and all he ended up doing was simply pushing that which it couldn’t soak up around on his skin.
            Back inside the worship hall, Sayaka’s guests began to disengage from the other priestesses and focus their amorous attentions, their sexual ‘worship’ on her. They gathered around her in numbers as large as space provided and began fisting their big, hard cocks urgently, reaching orgasm with ease even though each man had already come two or three times. Sayaka didn’t bother touching any of them this time; she simply folded her hands in her lap, closed her eyes and tilted her face to the ceiling, basking in the creamy liquid warmth of what felt like gallons of hot male fluid raining down on her.
            Sated at last, the men separated themselves from the women to seek their clothes and dress in an unsteady, stumbling manner, having expended a great deal of energy and fluid in the past hour. Making a ‘pilgrimage’ to Sayaka’s shrine was great fun for them, but exhausting at the same time. Before they stepped out, though, the cum-drenched Sayaka rose from her cum-filled pan to retrieve a large brass bowl from a nearby shelf and set it on the floor among the pans the other shrine maidens occupied. The younger priestesses then rose and assisted each other in pouring the creamy liquid contents of their pans into the bowl. Altogether, the forty or fifty men had produced nearly two gallons of their seed, leaving the bowl almost brimming full.
            The priestesses gathered to kneel around the bowl of cum and Sayaka took it into her hands, feeling its heat and weight and contemplating the sheer reproductive energy vested in it. She then brought it to her lips and drank deeply from it for all to see, handing it to the miko next to her, who drank from it and passed it off to another miko in turn until each woman’s belly was full and the bowl was completely empty. The ten priestesses then stood and faced their now-dressed male guests to bow in appreciation, even as thick semen flowed and cooled upon their faces and bodies.
            “My lovely guests, thank you very much for your patronage. Mmm…and your offering,” Sayaka said huskily, rising from her bow and planting a hand on a cocked hip, cupping one of her big, full breasts with the other. Her guests’ hot fluids caused her fingertips to slip over her breast and the rosy nipple at its peak with ease. “Please, come again anytime.”
            Smiling goofily, the men returned the bow and showed themselves out of the worship hall, leaving the priestesses alone to clean themselves up. Once all of the men left the shrine grounds, Byakuya saw his opportunity to act. Through his eyeball drone, he saw Sayaka and her fellow mikos collect their clothes and file out the worship hall’s back door to the shrine’s rear courtyard. He guided his eye to follow them and he saw them proceed down a stone path that led to a small wooden house standing at the back of the courtyard: the shrine’s bath house. The bath house was much smaller that the worship hall and had only one entrance; Byakuya decided to approach Sayaka and her women there.
            Byakuya fastened his cum-soaked clothes and leapt down from his perch to land silently inside the shrine’s perimeter wall. Once he saw through his disembodied eye that the last miko had entered the bath and closed the door behind her, he made his way around the worship hall to guide his eye into an upturned hand. Its little bat wings retracted into its sides and now wingless, it wriggled in his palm to orient itself properly with his empty eye socket. The wind demon bent his head forward and lifted his eye to its socket, his eye entering his head with a soft plop. His optic nerve reconnected and restored his binocular vision with no ill effects.
            “Now, Byakuya,” Naraku commanded in Byakuya’s mind. “Capture Sayaka and bring her to me. Kill the others, leave no witnesses.”
            Byakuya swallowed thickly. The next few minutes promised not to be pleasant, but he would obey his creator. “Yes, my lord,” he replied silently. He stepped forward toward the bath, summoning his youki about him to perform another ability Naraku had blessed him with: duplication. As he stepped, he left a perfect copy of himself standing behind him, his copy forming as his shadow might if a powerful light source traveled by him at great speed. He formed another copy and another until ten examples of Byakuya stood outside the shrine’s bath house, one for each of the priestesses inside. Each copy carried a sword like the original and they unsheathed them at once in perfect synchronization, their blades gleaming in the moonlight as they began to advance upon the bath.
            The original Byakuya guided one of his copies to approach the bath house’s sliding double doors so as not to directly endanger himself. The moment that false Byakuya placed his hand upon the left door’s handle, a flash of bright blue light burst through the door in a hail of flaming splinters and pierced his chest to vaporize him instantly.
            A purifying arrow! The other Byakuyas leapt back and another arrow burst through the bath house door, this one aimed directly at the original Byakuya himself. It veered low and seared through his right knee to sever everything below it. He cried out in sudden agony and collapsed onto one side. With the blinding pain came the scent of ozone and burning, melting demonic flesh - his own. His abrupt loss of focus caused his copies to dissolve and vanish into wisps of blue flame as quickly as he had made them, leaving him seriously wounded and outnumbered.
            The bath house doors slid open and Sayaka emerged, still nude and glazed with semen but armed with a longbow she kept stored inside the bath in case of demon-related emergencies. Her nine fellow priestesses followed her out to stand behind her on the bath’s front deck, looking upon the wounded Byakuya with obvious disdain. One of them held a quiver of arrows out Sayaka and the elder miko slipped it over her bare back, routing its sling between her breasts. She loaded another arrow into her bow as she descended the bath house’s front steps with beautiful, lethal grace. “You’re a skilled one, demon. I almost didn’t sense you,” she spoke coolly, advancing upon the wounded Byakuya unashamed of her nudity and taking aim upon him. “Not many can mask their youki as well as you can. Fewer still can make duplicates of themselves.”
            Swiftly, Byakuya erected a magic barrier around him to prevent Sayaka from shooting him again. It shimmered around him as a spherical shell of transparent fuchsia light, much like the ones Naraku could create. Unimpressed, Sayaka loosed her next arrow squarely at Byakuya’s head and the arrow exploded upon his barrier in a gust of wind and a shower of white hot sparks, bursting as a small, yet extremely powerful cannon shell. Byakuya’s barrier wavered visibly under the strain and both he and Sayaka saw that he couldn’t maintain it forever.
            Sayaka drew another arrow from her quiver, reloading her bow casually. “Your barrier is pretty tough, too. Who are you and what do you want?” she asked.
            “I am Byakuya…of the Dreams,” Byakuya answered with quivering breath, clutching at his shorn-off stump of a right leg. Sayaka’s arrow had cauterized the new end of his leg instantly but the veins and arteries there were still disconnected and so he bled internally, suffering tremendous pain with each beat of his heart. “Ungh…my master sent me to find you and take you to him. He is ill and he needs your help…Sayaka-sama.”
            “You know my name,” Sayaka noted. “What is your master’s name, Mr. Byakuya of the Dreams?”
            “His name…his name is Naraku.”
            Sayaka paused, then tilted her head back and laughed aloud, a throaty laugh of incredulity. “I know of your master! I know…that he’s the worst enemy we miko have. Every woman that undergoes miko training these days learns the name of Naraku.”
            The elder miko aimed at Byakuya again and released her arrow upon the wind demon’s barrier, this time shattering it completely. Vulnerable, the wind demon raised his sword with his right hand to try and shield himself somehow and Sayaka responded by using a purifying arrow to blow his hand and most of his forearm clean off. His sword careened clear off the shrine grounds to land somewhere in the forest. Byakuya cried out in escalating agony and fell backward to the ground, unarmed, unshielded and missing significant parts of two limbs.
            Sayaka stepped forward to stand directly above Byakuya. Had he not been so hideously injured, he might have enjoyed the view, as she stood above him with absolutely everything her still cum-drenched body had to offer lined up perfectly for him to see. He could see her bare thighs and hips, the beautiful, blossomed mound of her pussy framed between them. Beyond that, he could see the flat, toned pane of her abdomen and the sizable swells of her breasts heaving in and out with her breathing, her lovely face and gorgeous golden eyes gazing down at him with lethal intent.
            Sayaka’s purifying reiki had sapped Byakuya’s demonic body of most of its strength and so he lay helpless beneath her. Then, the miko sniffed the air, catching the scent of Byakuya’s cum clinging heavily to his body by his earlier masturbation. To her, the scent was distinctive even with that of the all the semen still stuck to her body filling her nose. Curious and enticed, she reached down to untie the sash that held the demon male’s haori closed, knowing that he didn’t have the strength to resist, and peeled the breasts of his haori open to find his highly attractive chest and abdomen still glistening with a coat of his creamy seed.
            “What’s this? You’re fucking soaked,” Sayaka awed, taken aback by Byakuya’s apparent virility. “So much cum. How many times did you have to get off to do this yourself?”
            “Just once. I was watching while you…you know,” Byakuya confessed, turning his head to look away from Sayaka and escape the amused expression upon her face.
            “You were watching, huh?” Sayaka posed in rhetoric, her voice dripping with demon-killing miko glee. “Tell me, is your master watching this?”
            Sayaka reloaded her bow one last time, drawing her arrow back against her bowstring and aiming its head directly for Byakuya’s heart. Time seemed to slow down for Byakuya as he gazed fearfully at the arrowhead that Sayaka would use to kill him, then followed it up the arrow’s shaft and focused on Sayaka’s beautiful, yet somehow hideous face. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled upward as she released her arrow, and Byakuya screwed his own eyes shut, preparing for the end…

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A Twist in the Myth