Sumizome Ryoushi

[MistressAthena]

OOC: Is ok. I understand. It's all good.

Ayame sighed when she heard the knock at the door. The need stirring within her would be met again. Although she did not want sex with him, she knew she had to.

When he came into the room and spoke to her, she sat up and looked intently at him. He seemed full of concern for one of his servants. The notion of him caring about a servant seemed odd to her. Could a full-blooded demon truly care about someone? Ayame thought that perhaps Demons were more complicated than she thought. Perhaps there were some that were about more than just rape, pillage, torture and death. This one seemed to have small hints of a heart. Yet, his Demon instincts were much stronger.

Ayame stood and walked to him. She stood before him and smiled, "So, you care about this Mari. I find this most, surprising. I will do what I can for her. But, remember, there is much about my new found magic that I do not know yet. If all she requires is my touch, then I can do that. If she needs more, I don't know what I can do." Ayame then moved closer to him and rested a hand on his green chest. She then looked up to him and said, "It appears there may yet be a heart in there. I will help the one who seems to reside in the hints of a heart you have. But, you will tell me your real name first. And I must know if any of your servants know it."

 

[roleplaylifer]

(OOC: Sorry again for the late posting. Now that my tremendous work week is over, I thought I could reply to your post yesterday. Instead I seemed to have internet problems shortly after posting to one thread here.)

The Sumizome Ryoushi frowned slightly at her request. Nodding as if to himself, he turned back to Yuki.

"Leave us."

Like a stirring of a soft summer breeze, the dark haired servant was gone, the gentle slap of her bare feet against the cobbled stone hallway echoing gently back to his ears as he listened to her retreat.

Tentacles reached out absently to both caress Ayame's face now that she stood so near him, and to close the door that Yuki had left open behind them.

"My name is Dokuohtei, and no, none of my servants have heard it. They are quite content to simply call me Master."

A few more tentacles slid forward in her direction, gently caressing her in an almost erotic pattern as the tentatively slid across her body. A sad smile crossed his face as he regarded the priestess.

"Yuki tells me that you seek to free them."

The big green-skinned demon shook his head slowly as he continued to regard her.

"I doubt you have the power to free them, if indeed it is at all possible. They...are bound to me by their own desires...much as I am bound to you."

His mind filled once more with the memories of all the women who had come before them. A small frown traced its way across his lips.

"When I knew you were a priestess, I knew what was to become of me if I coupled with you, yet my demon blood was relentless in its insistance to rape you despite my mind's screaming that I should drop you and run. I knew that the coupling would bind you to me as well as I to you. Such was not the case with these women."

"At times I can exude a strong pheromone during sex. I did not see the point of using it on you, seeing that we were already going to be bound to each other. The servants of this temple have seen its use many times, I find that it helps take away the pain of the loss of their friends and families."

His frown turned thoughtful.

"Do I treat them badly? It is in a demon's nature to create offspring, and yes I realize that to do so with these women without a preistess present will result in their death, but that problem should be solved now that you are here. Nearly every woman in this temple is in some stage of bearing my child."

"Tell me, Preistess...what would you do with them if they were "freed?" Please understand I use that term loosely...these women will hunger for my sex until the day that they die."

Big shoulders shrugged.

"It is not this way with all demons, but it seems to be the case with myself. I have spent many years examining my own body and the effects and powers it seems to have on others."

 

[MistressAthena]

OOC: Is ok. I do soooo love when you post. This is definitely one of my favorite threads that I am currently in. That is due LARGELY in part to you RPing with me. I understand not being able to post as often as you'd like. It's all good, my friend.

IC:
I could see then concern in his eyes. He did not seem to be angry with me at all, to my surprise. He even seemed to caress me with his tentacles. I softly said his name almost as if purring, "Dokuohtei. What an interesting name. Yes, Dokuohtei I wished to free them. But, I understand there is no where to go for them to be free. But, I do wish to see them no longer as slaves. You will not need them anymore for sex. You need only me. Perhaps they can stay but serve as disciples. Perhaps they can become warriors. Let them have some purpose other than just sex objects."

I leaned into him and pressed the side of my face against his chest. With a sigh I said, "I will tell no one your real name. And although you raped me, I know there is more to you. You have concern for your concubines. Most demons rape and leave the women to handle the results all on their own. Much like my Father did. But, you take care of them. You may have demon blood but you have something more. A part of you seems to fight against your demon instincts. I am glad you are the one to have awakened me." I then moved from him a few feet. I smiled, "Take me to her now. I wish to see her. I wish to meet the one you care for."

 

[roleplaylifer]

The Sumizome Ryoushi nodded his great head absently as he turned to stalk down the maze of doors and corridors this small pocket plane had to offer.

The screams hadn't started yet, and with Ayame's help, he wouldn't have to hear them. The sound of his bare calloused feet slapping against the cobblestone ended abruptly before a large cherry wood doorway.

The door swung open easily upon his mental command. Dokuohtei, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Ayame was close behind, stepped inside the dimly illuminated room.

Mari lay sweating profusely on the bed at the center of the room, pillows heaped about her to make her as comfortable as possible. Despite her obvious pain, she gave them both a weak smile as the entered.

"Is it time, Master?"

The great demon nodded slowly, stepping aside for Ayame to approach.

"This is Mari. A slayer that once attempted to take my life, and the one you met at the enterance to my temple earlier. She has spent the last nine months serving as a guard to my temple as well as a mother of my offspring."

The servant flinched at the strong reminder of how they first met, her mind now so convoluted with his body's chemicals to feel anything but love and devotion towards him.

"Can you do anything for her?"

 

[MistressAthena]

Guiding The Birth

Ayame gasped at the sight of the young woman. Mari looked as though she were already dead. Ayame could not believe she was still alive. She looked even worse than the first tme she saw her. Ayame thought that perhaps the demon child was to be born any minute. Without a word she walked over to Mari and pulled the covers back to reveal her naked body and grossly swollen stomach. She looked to the woman's face and felt pity for her. As a tear dropped from her eye she said, "Shh...Mari.... I will try to help."

Ayame looked up to Dokuohtei with disgust because she knew it was his fault she suffered so. Her eyes squinted at him and back down to Mari. Ayame then rested her right hand onto the stomach of the woman. A heat radiated unde Ayame's hand. The longer she kept her hand there, the more the heat intensified. Ayame then heard a male child's voice. She looked to Mari and Dokuohtei but could tell they did not hear the voice. She looked back to the swollen stomach and heard the voice again. This time she understood waht it said. With a frightened sound to the voice it said, "Please, do not hurt me. I just want out but don't know how."

Ayame then closed her eyes and spoke to the voice out loud. Surely, the others would not know who she was talking to. But, there was noe enough time to explain it. Ayame said, "You must move your head down here." Ayame then slid her hand down to rest atop Mari's pubic mound. She then continued, "Push your head through here. Any other way will kill your mother. You mother will protect you in this world. You must not kill her." The voice then answered, "No kill mother." Then Ayame could feel the child change it's position.

Mari cried out from the pain of the sudden movement within. Ayame opened her eyes and said to Mari, "You must remain calm and still. The child has moved himself to the correct position." The voice then said, "I see light. Can't get through." Ayame stroked Mari's mound to stimulate the birthing process. She smiled with comfort to Mari, "Mari, it is time. Your child is to be born now. He does not wish to hurt you, but you must help him. You must use your muscles down here to push the child out. It is too late to stop any pain. This will hurt, but if you do not push him out, you will die."

Ayame continued to rub Mari's abdoman an pubic mound in a downward motion. When on the lower abdoman she pushed down lightly to help push the child out. Ayame then looked to Dokuohtei, "Ryoushi, use your tentacles to hold her legs apart and keep her knees bent with her feet flat on the bed." Ayami then took both hands to move vigorously help Mari. It was clear that the pregnancy was hard and zapped most of her strength. She would need all the help they could give.

 

[roleplaylifer]

Throughout the night they worked, every so often the sound of Mari's labor carrying down the empty halls, filtering in through the many doors to reach the ears of his servants.

When it was over, the honey haired slayer still lived, sweating profusely from her exertion and weary from the effort expended. Mari's thanks toward's Ayame could be seen reflected deep in her hazel eyes as she found herself wondering, not for the first time, just how she had gotten so lucky as to survive this.

Swaddled neatly in silks, now suckling quite contentedly at her breast lay the product of their coupling. A male child, normal looking save for the emerald teardrop on his forearm that glimmered softly in the dim illumination.

The Sumizome Ryoushi smiled at the scene, truly happy that both mother and child were doing fine. Turning back to the preistess, several tentacles began to herd her back towards the door.

"Come. We have.....much to discuss. Let's let them be for the moment."

As the door closed behind them, his large bare feet began their usual pacing rhythm as he silently began the long walk back to her chambers.

He was not aloof to the cracked doors, and the faces that peeked out from behind them as he passed. Murmurs of wonder echoed up and down the corridor as each servant pondered the possiblilites of the strange new maiden that now walked next to their master. To further the gossip even more was the fact that none of them had heard the screams that they had come to know so well....and their master emerged from "that" room....in an almost good mood, instead of the dismal rage they had seen often.

And then they were at the door to her room, the cherry wood swinging open easily and soundlessly beneath a solid push from a tentacle.

"You have worked hard, priestess. I appreciate your effort, even though it seemed tainted with disgust for me. I hope you'll take this opportunity to rest...."

 

[MistressAthena]

Ayame looked up to him, "I am disgusted with the torture Demons bring to humans. Once a Demon touches a human, that human will never be the same. That is of course, if they survive the contact. It is true. As I saw her in the state she was, I knew it was your fault. Had you not captured, raped and impregnated her, she would have not suffered so. Now, she has a half demon child to contend with. I did not see the mark of a Priest. At least he is spared that fate. But, I did see another mark. I assume that mark is just to let you know he is your offspring." Ayame seemed to realize something, "This must mean only the most powerful Demons, like Overlords can make a child a Priest or Priestess. But, if they are not the one to awaken the skill, any Demon can awaken it. There are so many semantics to Demon existence."

Ayame then leaned against him and sighed, "I am glad that mother and child are well. I am glad I was able to talk with the child while he was inside. He fought with his demon nature to forcefully expel from her belly, killing her. My mother must have had the help of a Priestess when she gave birth. That must be how she knows the Priestess, Kishi." She then looked up to him, "I am tired but the need is still there. You know very well the need I speak of. My mind is screaming for the union that has been thrust upon us."

Ayame took his hands into hers and elevated a few feet into the air, "It is time for sex." She looked down at his obscene errect cock and knew he wanted it to. She then released his hands and slid her nightgown off. She could feel her insides expanding as the prepared for intercourse. The nightgown dropped to the floor and she spread her legs open a bit. She then held her breasts in her own hands and looked to him with wanton need.

She then felt a new sensation. Her anus seemed to flinch. She knew that meant that hole was to be filled as well. She lifted one eyebrow and said, "It appears my anus desires you as well. Perhaps you can put your tentacles to use there while your manstick ravages my womanhood. I can not rest until this is done. Afterwards you may go to the side of your precious Mari."

 

[roleplaylifer]

Even as his tentacles slithered slowly toward her, unconciously heeding her command, the Sumizome Ryoushi snorted in derision.

"It is true that I tire of hearing the screams of the dying in my halls, but make no mistake. The only thing I hold precious here is you, you alone hold my life and future in your hands. Mari was yet another slayer who tried to claim that same life."

He shrugged indifferently even as his large cock twitched from her nearness, the madness of her proximity slowly churning his blood to a near boiling temperature.

"Now she's a servant, and uses those finely honed skills to defend me instead. How ironic."

"As for your assumption about Kishi....I wouldn't be so quick to guess that she helped your mother. Remember, not all demon offspring kill their mother. But if you like, you could certainly ask her in the morning when I take you to her."

Slithering tentacles began to writhe around her, pulling her insistantly towards him, gradually becoming slimier as his arousal grew. Inside, he wondered just how much he should tell this girl.

As she drew close, he bent low. His face dipping close to hers, he captured her defiant chin between two thick fingers, his rough lips pressing against Ayame's. A soft, pleasurable grunt echoed through the room as he found their firmness well to his liking.

Pulling back suddenly, he regarded her for a moment as if inspecting her thoughtfully. After a moment, he spoke again.

"You assume much, for a fledgling priestess. You know of Kishi in the swamps at the outskirts of my forests, yet you have not asked yourself this question. Kishi is a preistess, this you know. I am a demon, this you also know. So how come you were the one to enslave me, even though Kishi must have had opportunities long before you and I met?"

He noted the sharp glint of intelligence as she pondered his question. Silently, her concentration was broken with the slithering of a moist tentacle along her sensitive inner thigh region.

Grunting softly again as he once more found himself enjoying the sensations of having her near him, he found his engorged cock throbbing with his need. He knew that this time would be different, he had bound her with their first union, just as she had bound him, but the second was sure to burden her. A strange and sadistic part of him relished the idea of filling the lithe maiden with his seed and watching her taut belly slowly swell nearly to bursting with his progeny.

Without realizing it, he had once more forced the poor Ayame into a compromising position, his tentacles forcing her arms behind her and her back to arch upward under the strain as her legs slowly parted.

Licking his lips slowly, he drew the priestess closer to him. The outer lips of her already moist pussy rubbed sensually against his cockhead, urging her on. Smiling to himself as he recalled her request, a lone tentacle positioned itself at the enterance to her ass, its viscous coating slowly lubricating the orifice as the tentacle writhed against its sensitive pucker.

A long drawn out groan filled the room, as he realized his ambitions, drawing Ayame down hard onto his turgid cock. Thrusting hard, he sheathed himself into her soft folds fully with a single stroke. When he felt himself brush against her womb once more, he couldn't help but grin as he began his rhythm inside of her.

And slowly....the tentacle at her anus began an invasion of its own.....

 

[MistressAthena]

My body easily accepted his slimy cock and tentacles. My body trembled with excitement and pleasure. Although my body accepted him, there was still some pain. Yet, a pain that was pleasurable. It was hard to explain. My body acted like his personal slut. He did not even have to use pheromones on me. There was a sexual attraction and need that I could not deny.

When he thrust all of himself into my pussy I almost screamed from the pleasure and pain. My anus began to throb in response to his tempting of my anus. A sit began to slide in I said, “Yes, more! Fill my holes! My body is yours! As is your body mine!” I knew he could completely fill me. I wanted to fell all that he had to offer. I wanted all of his tentacles in my ass if they would fit. I wanted to be ravished. I would have never known I would feel such wanton desire. Perhaps this was the Demon part of me. When it came to sex perhaps my Demon half took over.

I looked to him with burning desire in my eyes and I licked my lips, “Give it to me, Demon! Fuck your Priestess!”

 

[roleplaylifer]

Dokuohtei grunted his approval as Ayame began screaming her lust for him. Grasping his priestess by the hips once more, he let her feel the fullness of his blood engorged cock as he thrust himself fully into her for the first time. A loud growl filled the room as he felt himself push past the feeble barrier her body provided to protect her womb, envading the fertile territory ruthlessly.

He felt no need to tell her that a second coupling with him would no doubt result in offspring, guessing that she already knew it was an inevitability. Each subsequent thrust slammed hard into her lusting cunt, even as his tentacle rocked itself mercilessly in and out of her ass.

Her screams were cut short by a muffled grunt moments later as her wish to have all her holes filled was appropriately granted. A second tentacle slid ruthlessly down her throat with nearly no warning, his green skinned body beginning to sweat slightly beneath all the delicious sensations he was feeling. This time he would not hold back.

Already, he could feel the tips of his tentacles aching with need as the plundered the young maiden's orifices wantonly. Still others encircled her breasts, circling them completely before constricting nicely. Pulling both magnificent orbs tightly together, another rogue tentacle slipped into the valley of Ayame's cleavage, thrusting until its very tip jabbed slightly at her slender, but now swelling throat.

The friction of the four penetrations gradually began to take its toll on the Sumizome Ryoushi, his breath coming in long and loud gasps as he forced Ayame's hips down hard onto his lunging cock. Still, he maintained a collected composure, smiling into her lusty eyes as he imagined her discomfort.

Hot breath exploded from him as he felt the first gentle tremor ripple through her body, passing its erotic energy to him, driving him onward in a sudden fit of lust as his cock surged forward.

The tentacle at her ass was the first to erupt. With an insistant growl, Ryoushi fought hard to retain what little control he had left as the soft green, rubbery tip, split open slightly at the end to blast a fiery salvo of pheromone laden ooze deep inside Ayame's rear.

Feeling his captive squirm slightly beneath the heated expulsion only excited him more, the tentacle working furiously between Ayame's clenched breasts exploding magnificently into a shower of viscous yellow slime. The first such shot landing with a splash on the underside of her proud chin. Seconds later, much of her swollen throat dripped with his potent chemicals, much of the yellowish goo pooling at her breasts where the tentacle still continued to feverishly work away at.

Ryoushi grunted his approval at this new desecration of his priestess. One thick hand reached out to cup her chin and turn her face towards him even as he felt the last of his throbbing tentacles begin to quiver, his own internal struggles rapidly wearing him down.

"Drink up, Ayame."

Pulling her body hard against him to continue to meet his thrusts, the Sumizome Ryoushi felt his own body tremble as the coupling drew towards its conclusion.

The tentacle lodged deep in her throat, spasmed slightly, jerking its way backward a ways before spewing its first thick stream directly down Ayame's throat, giving her little choice but to swallow. As it continued to convulse, the tip slipped from her slackening mouth, just as another vicious stream shot forth. The errant shot splattered against her right cheek, a second following shortly, striking her hairline and covering most of her normally angelic face with his will sapping ooze.

He jerked her hard towards him, bringing her nearly nose to nose with him as he bared his teeth in a lusty snarl, his cock swelling to new proportions inside her as his ravishings continued.

"This is a test, Ayame. A test of just how powerful you are. Now that you've drank what I offered you, one of two things will happen. You'll be stronger for it, or you'll become a simple sex driven slave, like the rest of the girls here."

As he continued, a stronger tremor shook him, his eyes rolling back into his head as his words became a rushed hiss.

"Either way, part of your future is determined here. Once to bind, twice to concieve. I desecrate your womb, Priestess Ayame, prepare yourself for the coming of my offspring."

Thrusting hard into her velvety tunnels one last time, Ryoushi felt himself easily bypass her cervix to slip into her unviolate womb one last time.

With a loud yell, his world went white. With no barriers left, the priestess' womb had no choice but to stoically accept the surge of sperm that rushed forth, coating its walls with its insipidness as pulse after pulse of thick white cream coursed from the raging cock that now renewed its plundering of her softest parts. The overflow gushed from her already dripping cunt, yet he continued to spray life into her, bucking harshly against her until once more the tirade was over.

Staggering slightly, he used the rest of his strength to lay her on the bed. Turning, without a sound, he slowly began limping his way toward the door......

 

[MistressAthena]

Ayame was quite satisfied with him. She had demanded he fill her and he did. He covered her and filled her with his semen. Her sexual desire had been quenched for the moment. As she layed on the bed she smiled in his direction and sighed. She found herself enjoying sex with the Demon perhaps more than she should. And as for becoming with child, she knew this was inevitable. She did not care. His children would become her army.

As he limped to the door she chuckled out loud, "Well, it appears you can't even walk right. I commanded you fuck me and you did. I commanded you fill my holes and you did. I can go another round but you seem spent. So, tell me, who seems like the sex slave now? I need you for breeding my army through my womb as well. Your purpose is to sexually satisfy me, breed my army and protect me until my poweres are fully awakened. Look at you limping away like some wounded animal." Ayame laughed more in his direction. The sight was quite amusing to her.

She reached for a sheet nearby and started to wipe away the excess seed. To further push him she ran her hand over her pussy and said, "You need this. You want this. You can't live without it. But, I am willing to give it you as often as you like."

 

[roleplaylifer]

Ryoushi frowned slightly, not entirely surprised by her response. After all, Ayame had pretty much laid out her plans from him from the very first time they had met and he had awakened the knowledge of her clerical heritage.

The door swung silently behind him as he exited the room, his mood decidedly taking a turn for the worse as he contemplated his situation. Almost absentmindedly, his absurdly large cock began to twitch its way upward, as he considered the fine piece of ass he had just left behind to gloat at his departure. The reaction only served to deepen his scowl.

As the cobblestone corridor unwound its lengths before his tireless step, eventually he came to his private chamber, the door swinging open soundlessly as he advanced.

Furnished sparsely, Ryoushi paused a moment to let his pale yellow eyes scan the all too familiar room. A small throne, more like a large and unadorned chair sat on the west side of the room, facing the still burning fireplace set into the west wall. A tiny table set with a pair of satin backed chairs was tucked neatly into a corner on the opposite side of the room, with a large hutch covering most of the east wall.

Moving sluggishly towards the hutch, its upper cupboards swung open to reveal several bottles and a brace of shotglasses, accompanied by a quartet of delicately cut crystal goblets.

Selecting a bottle after several moments of thought, the large demon meandered slowly back to his throne, his other large hand delicately cupping the immaculate crystal of one goblet. Several moments later, and the room filled with the first genuine sigh of relief he'd had all day.

It had almost been worth the humiliation he'd felt at the hands of Ayame. The priestess had kindly helped Yuri, who would have no doubt perished like all the others without her help. Yet he couldn't help but feel the sting of her words as he retreated from her chambers, spent and nearly exhausted. A certain amount of restraint was maintained, enough to keep the goblet from fragmenting into shards as his hands tensed reflexively.

"Perhaps I'll play your game, priestess," he whispered to the silence of the room, the sibilant hiss of his own voice strangely comforting.

"There is much yet for you to learn, and I'm far from bested yet. I still hold reign in this place.....and no upstart cleric is going to change that."

A soft knock at the brightly painted wooden frame that formed the entrance to his place of solitude brought his attention away from contemplating the contents of his glass. Upon his silent nod, a plain looking, chestnut haired girl with eyes carefully kept downward advanced to kneel beside him. The servant never looked up as a large green skinned hand lovingly stroked her silken ringlets.

"You called, my Lord?"

"Bring me, Kishi."

The servant flinched under his touch for just a moment, startled.

"Kishi, Lord Ryoushi? But that means..."

He cut her off, sensing the trail of thought she was taking.

"I don't ask you to brave her swamp. Such a thing would no doubt end in your death, and I have no intention or desire to do such a thing."

The servant girl breathed a sigh of relief, causing an almost caring smile to cross his demonic visage.

"Then how....?

Though she let the sentance trail off, he sensed the cause of her indecision.

"Himiko keeps several falcons for just such a task. You will relay my command to her and make sure one of the birds is sent out immediately."

Uncertain for just a moment, the girl paused, keeping her eyes lowered as she tried to phrase her next question.

"And if the priestess doesn't come? It is well known that she holds no power here."

The response was immediate. A low whisper that slowly grew in volume, the nervous servant taking long moments full of apprehension before finally recognizing the sound for what it really was.

Laughter.

Though mostly derisive and self-deprecating laughter, the demon found himself laughing so hard he was forced to put down the nearly drained goblet, one thick arm clutched protectively against his now aching sides. The servant watched in wonder as Ryoushi wiped a tear away from his eye before it could stream a trail across his dusty face.

"In the message tell her this: Ryoushi has found a priestess, or a priestess has found him, whatever you desire. That alone should amuse her enough to bring her back to these halls."

Still looking a little uncertain, the servant girl nevertheless turned, crawling a short distance away from her master before rising slowly and taking her leave of him. An ironic sigh escaped his lips as he watched her diminutive shadow slowly fade from sight. How ironic. He only wondered if Ayame could appreciate the irony that he contemplated now when she confronted it face to face. It would be just his luck if the two of them hit it off.

The fire flared briefly as he lost taste for the remainder of the wine, throwing the last of the liquid onto the burning embers....

 

[MistressAthena]

Ayame feeling quite pleased laid back onto the bed and decided to leave the monster to himself for awhile. She knew he would not let her comments go unthought of. She knew he would want to demonstrate his control and dominance over her. She just hoped he would show it in the form of sex. She loved being ravashed by him the way he did. She knew if she was ever free of him, no one could ever match up to his level of sexuality.

She layed rubbing her sore yet happy pussy. Her ass to felt sore but good. She could still feel him inside of her and she loved it. Ayame could not help but wonder if he was thinking of how well she pleased him as well. Ayame soon fell asleep....