Kenji Takehoshu and Wakeeda are both my OCs.
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Chapter 1: Ascension
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Kenji Takehoshu's eyes darted around the walls. One hand carried a
torch, it's orange glow reflecting off every surface. The other hand
gripped the Tanto sword on his waist. A second Tanto was sheathed on the
other side, and a third sword-a Daimyo with a foot long handle and a
5ft blade-hung on his back diagonally.
He was not sure why the witch doctor in Lapvale couldn't fetch her
own materials, but at least he was getting a decent reward. Potions were
pretty expensive; even if he could not use them himself, he could sell
them for a decent bag of gold. She had also offered another reward if it
was done quickly enough, though Kenji wasn't sure what she meant by
"company".
Kenji was nervous. He had not encountered a single foe yet. These
tombs were usually filled with undead, demons, giant insects and gods
knew what else. But this place was as silent as... well, as a tomb.
Kenji wasn't sure whether he preferred this unnatural peace to fighting
through a horde of enemies.
He entered the main burial chamber, where Queen Wendolina I rested.
He saw the chest in which lay his target. He walked over to it,
relaxing a bit. Maybe this would be an easy job after...
all.
He heard it before he saw it-a loud rustling along the ceiling
before the mass of blackness descended. He jumped out of the way,
dropping the torch but unsheathing both Tantos. As he righted his
balance, his head flicked up and he saw his newest opponent.
A shadow demon. Different to regular demons, these copied the
fighting style and powers of their opponents. That explained the lack of
other demons in this tomb-shadow demons always worked alone. Kenji was
already formulating a plan as the demon finished manifesting into a
blackened and blurry shadow of him.
The demon spoke in a voice similar to his own, but darker and more raspy."You dare trepass here, mortal?"
"You are the one trespassing. On our plane of existence." Kenji answered shortly. "More to the point, you are in my way."
"Then move me out of it. If you can." The demon dared him.
The swordsman charged at the demon, raising both Tantos. The demon
had already unsheathed it's own Daimyo sword though, and Kenji's attack
was repelled. The shadow-Daimyo sword slashed sideways and barely nicked
Kenji's arm. A single drop of blood made it's way past the swordsman's
elbow.
Undeterred, Kenji ran at his enemy again. His different choice of
target proved fruitful: the demon's leg buckled after his attack. He
attempted to stab the kneeling demon in the arm, but his opponent
forced him back with an attempted stab of the shadow-Daimyo. The demon
pressed the attack, but Kenji was ready and the shadow-Daimyo sword
bounced off both Tantos once each.
The shadow raised the sword upwards and Kenji crossed the Tantos
above his head. The swords collided and both fighters pushed against
each other, neither willing to relent. Kenji was able to put a foot
forwards, and his leg swung upwards into the demon's nethers. The
demon's hands clasped it's crotch and it fell to both knees.
"Copying my strengths means copying my weaknesses." Kenji taunted, backing up a measure.
The demon stood up and look at him. He saw that the eyes had turned
red. He had angered his opponent. Kenji internally smirked: his plan
was working. Kenji blocked another blow with both Tantos, forced the
demon back and kicked it in the face. The demon staggered slightly,
holding it's now broken nose.
The swordsman pressed his new advantage: rushing the demon with a
barrage of wild attacks that it had trouble blocking. Exploiting an
opening, he kicked his enemy in the stomach and leaped over it's back.
He attempted to run the demon through but his attack was parried and he
was thrown slightly off balance.
The demon charged at him, raising the sword upwards to the left
side. Thinking fast, Kenji backed up to regain his balance, slipping his
right Tanto into it's scabbard. He paused a moment; he needed to time
this exactly right. The sword descended as if time had slowed down...
Not yet... Kenji's eyes stayed locked onto it...
Now!
Raising his left Tanto, he blocked the blow and lay his right fist
into the demon's face, forcing his enemy back. In one fluid motion, he
sheathed his left Tanto and grabbed the handle of his own Daimyo sword,
pulling it out of the scabbard with a flourish while rushing towards the
still-recovering demon.
He sliced the shadow demon across the torso downwards but raised
the sword upwards in a block, anticipating a counterattack. His guess
was proven correct as the demon's blade crashed against his own. He kept
his defensive stance and pushed hard against the force he was met with.
The two locked eyes and Kenji's face hardened, telling his enemy what
it already knew. The blade lock was broken a second later, with both of
them forced backwards.
Kenji's instinct cried to press the attack, but he stood his
ground. The demon was already rushing towards him; he blocked the attack
and smashed the handle into his opponent's face. Grabbing his opening
by the shorthairs, Kenji slashed the Daimyo sword upwards and the demon
staggered backwards.
Instinct taking over, the swordsman used the momentum to sideways
slash the demon across the chest before pulling back and thrusting the
sword forwards. It plunged into the demon's torso. Kenji pushed with
such force that all five feet of the blade went straight through. Before
the shadow could react, the swordsman had already pulled the blade out.
The demon fell to it's hands and knees, dark crimson gushing from
the hole in it's chest. "Ho...how?" It looked up, clutching the wound.
"You can copy my moves all you like. But you will never be as good
as me." Kenji answered. He kicked the demon, forcing it to it's feet
before raising the Daimyo to the side and delivering the final blow:
slicing across the demon's throat. It gave a single twitch, choked, and
fell. Kenji swiped the sword downwards forcefully, clearing it of blood.
His foe vanquished, the swordsman tapped the chest once with the
top of his Daimyo. Nothing happened. Reassured it was not a mimic, he
sheathed the sword, opened the chest and grabbed what he sought: a steel
dagger enchanted to seal up any wound it made using fire magic. The
swordsman could not help but wonder how it ended up here; it was much
more recent than the tomb itself.
Another day, another job done. In honesty, Kenji was slightly
thankful there had only been one opponent to face. He had been getting
bored with facing hordes of identical enemies. This fight had been a
relatively fresh breath of air; he made a mental note to visit
Agliophilia soon. He turned around and began to walk back out of the
tomb, satisfied with the day's events.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 2: Reckless
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The witch doctor's door slowly creaked open. It felt somewhat
heavier than last time. Kenji stepped through and shut it behind him
tightly. He quietly walked into the main room and saw the witch doctor
mixing two potions together over a small purple fire.
"Miss Wakeeda." Kenji announced his presence.
"Kenji, I told you before not to call me 'Miss'." Wakeeda gently
chastised him, placing the potions down and snuffing the fire with a
snap of her fingers. "I didn't expect you back so soon."
"Ah, yes. Sorry; I forgot that you do not like formality." Kenji
apologized with a short bow. "I got the dagger. It's right here." He
produced it from a small leather satchel.
"Brilliant." Wakeeda answered. "I assume nothing gave you much trouble?"
"Not really. There was only a shadow demon." he shrugged.
"A shadow demon? In Wedolina I's tomb? That's odd." Wakeeda
frowned. "Well, you did the job quickly, so you earn the extra reward."
"Extra reward? You mean the 'company'?" Kenji asked, raising an
eyebrow "I have to admit: I did not know what you meant by that."
Wakeeda paused a moment, thinking over her words. She
sympathetically said "Kenji, don't take this the wrong way, but it looks
from here that you're really very lonesome."
The swordsman's face hardened slightly as he answered. "I am used to it."
"Like hell you are. I can see how badly it tears you apart." Wakeeda told him.
"I said used to it. Not fine with it." Kenji replied, snappily. He
sighed, realizing his outburst. "Look, I appreciate what you are trying
to do. But I am not sure I can; I don't even know who is I."
"You put too much stock in finding yourself." Wakeeda stated
simply. "We define who we are, Kenji. The spirits don't define me. Your
swords don't define you. If you're set on finding out who you are,
you're going to be searching for a damn long time. In any case, fighting
has gotten your quest nowhere. Maybe doing the opposite will push it a
bit forward."
Perhaps she had a point. 4 years of fighting, and he was no closer
to discovering his true self than when he started. And it was not like
Wakeeda was unsightly; quite the contrary. With her plump breasts and
large hips fully on show for all to see, she looked quite luscious.
Thinking over her offer, he found it very tempting.
Kenji gave a small nod and voiced his answer: "Okay."
He was already slipping off his dark blue shoes. The equally
coloured dress fell to the ground, his loincloth quickly followed.
Wakeeda pressed a finger to his forehead with a reassuring smile, and
Kenji saw fragments of his past life flash before his eyes. It was like
he was watching it all again at an extremely high speed. He wished his
life had passed by as quickly the first time.
Wakeeda drew her finger back, though her expression was unreadable.
She turned away and began searching the many potion shelves. She picked
out two potions, one violet, one a pale red. She handed the violet one
to the swordsman, who guessed what to do. Kenji downed the potion with
some difficulty. It tasted quite pleasing but was not wholly liquid: it
felt like drinking slime.
A few seconds after drinking the last drop of potion, Kenji cried
out as his penis suddenly felt like it was being stretched by a torture
rack. He painfully felt it grow an inch or two longer, saw it turn a
deep pink colour, then came a constant and sharp prickling as it grew
outward facing barbs along every inch. It was over as quickly as it had
begun: Kenji's cock now looked like an enlarged feline's shaft.
He looked over at the witch doctor. Wakeeda looked no different,
other than her skin had turned slightly red. She stuck her tongue out
and Kenji saw that it had become much longer and thinner. She directed
him to sit down and he did so, the feline cock jutting outwards in front
of him. She knelt before him and took his hardening cock in hand.
"Are real cat penises not contained in sheaths when not excited?" he asked, curiosity overriding him.
Wakeeda smiled as she gently stroked him. "Yes, but there's only so
much potions can achieve. Why do you think you haven't grown fur too?"
Before he could respond, her tongue twined around his cat-like
length as her breasts were placed either side of it. She pushed her
breasts against one another in rhythm, massaging him. She pulled upwards
with her tongue and breasts before relaxing, then repeating it. She was
slow and measured with her movements, but Kenji found himself hoping
she kept this pace.
Her tongue wound down the full length of his cock and her head
engulfed his tip. He felt her sucking his head as her tongue continued
it's vigorous movements. This felt beyond words-his only sounds were
gentle moans of bliss as her head bobbed a little lower. He already felt
himself approaching climax.
"Ah!" Kenji let out a small cry of bliss as he reached his peak and
his cum shot into the witch doctor's mouth. She'd clearly been ready
for it; maybe having felt his cock pulsing slightly as she jerked it. 4
spurts of cum fired into her mouth, and she didn't even break eye
contact with him through it. She pulled back, prompting another sigh of
pleasure from the swordsman.
"Y'know, not a single man has been able to withstand that. I guess
I'm just that good at it." Wakeeda joked. Already having swallowed his
seed, she got up and browsed her potions. "No matter. You're not the
first I've done that to, and you won't be the last. This should help
pick you back up." She picked out a lime green potion that sloshed in
the glass like milk.
After popping the cork out, Kenji drank the potion in two gulps,
ignoring the sour taste. A few seconds later, his shaft regained it's
vigour and it stood like a rock again. Wakeeda lay on her back on a
nearby bed that Kenji was sure hadn't been there a few seconds before.
The witch doctor spread apart her pussy lips and smiled, awaiting him.
After getting atop her and lubing his shaft with spit, Kenji pushed
into the witch doctor. She let out a long, soft sigh as his meat filled
her up, inch by inch. Kenji felt each of the barbs pass her entrance,
each one sending a shiver through his body. He felt his hips meet
Wakeeda's plump backside and pulled back without hesitation.
He pushed back inside slowly, still getting used to his new shaft.
Wakeeda clearly enjoyed his new meat-each ring of barbs that passed into
her nethers drew a small squeal of pleasure from her. He kept up the
slow pace even as he became less sensitive to her inner walls. Her tight
wetness.
Kenji felt beads of sweat beginning to run down his back. He had
never before realized how similar sex was to fighting. It had him
sweating and it felt amazing to be doing it. He could even feel the same
rush of primal aggression charging through his veins.
The swordsman began thrusting slightly faster, the pleasure
beginning to overtake him. His change in pace came as a surprise to
Wakeeda, who wrapped her legs around his waist. He noticed a few bead
sof sweat forming on the witch doctor's skin too. The smell was
intoxicating, as if it urged him to go faster still.
He obliged, thrusting into the sexy witch doctor with speed even he
was surprised he had. Wakeeda's piercing cries of rapture sounded as
beautiful as any sonnet in the realm. He began to feel the familiar
sensation of building pressure; suddenly became aware of his heavier
breathing and the many more sweat drops covering his body as he quickly
built his way to orgasm.
He panted "Uh!-I'm goin-ah!-ing to-ah!"
"Yes,-ah!-inside me-oh!-please!" The witch doctor requested, through her bliss.
Kenji felt his second orgasm hit and pushed into the witch doctor
fully. Two large shots of cum fired into Wakeeda, joining the cum she'd
swallowed earlier. Still sensitive, the swordsman pulled back slowly and
carefully until his deflating shaft was out of her. For a second they
just remained there, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.
Once his strength returned, the swordsman stood up out of the bed,
but Wakeeda's hand grabbed his own before he could do any more. "Stay.
You haven't got anywhere to be-you said yourself that my request was the
only job you'd gotten today." Wakeeda reminded him.
Seeing no reason to argue, Kenji rejoined her in the bed. With a
wave of her hands and a whisper, she teleported a cover on the other
side of the room over the both of them. Kenji felt her arms curl around
his lower torso and he wrapped his own around her shoulders. She let out
a sigh of contentment as she allowed herself to fall asleep.
Kenji embraced her a little tighter. Wakeeda's relaxed hold, the
smell of her damp skin and pussy juices... Kenji could get used to this.
This was every bit as good as the post-victory calm after a difficult
fight. Maybe even better. Kenji closed his eyes and rested all of his
being except his hold on the beautiful woman in his arms. His last
thought before he drifted into sleep was one of inner serenity.
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