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Now completely nude, my mistress handed me the robe for the first time. "This is the Meiko robe. It signifies your purity, and cannot be removed unless you choose to remove it."

I let her wrap it around me in a close embrace with a deft movement and a single spin. For a moment, her fingers guided my hands up the leg of the kimono, and I gasped as they closed around a long knife with a smooth-feeling scabbard and hilt that was hidden in my folds.

"Tayu... Onee-san... why?" the slight tingle on my fingertips meant that they must have been encrusted with sacred jade.

"To protect your honor if you choose to refuse," she said in a dark voice. She carefully took a box from the folds of her robe, containing jade ornaments.

"The land of the gods awaits," she said as she carefully placed eight pins into my hair, pulling it harshly into the traditional style. I chuckled and remembered what the old entertainer said about magic and the land of flowers, but it was quickly cut short by the harsh yanking. Once she was done, we walked slowly and surely out of the staging room. It was my first time in the temple- as the sun rose, the light came through the rice paper walls and projected images of blossoms and willows in harsh shadows across the pool.

I closed my eyes as I felt the true weight of my role for the first time, performing the dance that was supposed to lead from one reality to another. The feel of the robe and the pins was constricting.

Some sort of incense must have been lit, as the scent of cherry blossoms and cool grass invaded my nostrils by the last moves.

I opened my eyes and nearly fell to my hands in shock. My mistress and I were now sitting in a field full of fruit-bearing sakura and peach trees- arranged in lines as far as the eye could see. The tree that we sat by, however, was still the willow that hung over our small koi pool. Somehow, the rest of the Ageya had vanished and been replaced by that bright world of pink and green and blue.

"You did it as well as I. You have a great amount of spiritual power yet to be untapped," my mistress clapped me hard on both shoulders and I had to hide my smile almost at once as we heard a rustling from behind us.

***

From behind a perfectly straight tree walked a dark-skinned woman wearing a strange robe. It wrapped about her rather than falling gracefully, and instead of a grand hairstyle she had a hood that framed her face in silver jewelry, drawing attention to the necklace pierced across her face. Her stange face was completed by a red jewel seemingly set in her forehead. Without a word, the woman bowed low to both of us and beckoned for us to follow.

I whispered, "should I stand?" to my mistress, but instead she stood and folded her arms into her sleeves.

"Where is your master?" she spoke in a voice that was soft but carried so much weight that the bright spirit sky almost seemed to darken at her voice's touch. "We are not leaving this place. He is to come here."

"He has no time for such things. She was fairly bought." The dark woman folded her arms and went to take the arm of my robe. Before she could, my mistress somehow put a rice paper fan in between me and this forceful new client.

The two women stared each other down. My Tayu did not want to let anything happen to me, but it was true- my virginity was paid for before I was even born. I became all too aware of the untouched part that joined my legs together.

"She is not leaving the quarter. That is not done." She quickly withdrew the fan and cooled herself with it. "The same rules that protected her for your master protect her for the rest of her life. That is the way of the artist." My mistress had a commanding voice- enough to command all of her 'little sisters,' at least. At first, I was sure the woman seemed beaten by her, but my life was not destined to be that simple.

The dark woman sighed and drew out a thick string. A series of soft metal sounds like fine jewelry introduced another payment: a few strange gold coins, strung along a length of twine.

"Are these... that must be worth at least..." my mistress was wide-eyed, and started to curl her lips up in a way I had never seen. Her practiced laugh was hid behind the fan before it disappeared under her robes once again. I knew that she was also quickly placing one of the gold coins between her dainty black teeth while the fan was out; she would test them during the pause in her lilting giggle. "Are you perhaps... buying my ageya? There are few more illustrious establishments. But your master would still not be able to violate our laws."

The dark eyes set in the black robes flashed with fire. "My master only requires the treasure that was put here for safekeeping." I averted my eyes quickly as she pointed at me. No one had ever singled me out like that before. "Beauty and character are guarded behind the makeup and robes of this place. That was what the masters' adviser said. He requires a pure virgin."

"This is not a cage," my mistress said solidly, though her eyes did not leave the gold.

"Surely! That was my master's impression, and yet you still stall me, whore-mistress!" The dark woman tried to lay a hand on the object of her rage, but my tiny tayu was not entirely where she seemed to be. The stranger was tripped by a quick pull of the long robe she had stepped on by mistake instead of the grass.

"I will not stall you any longer. You are mistaken about my trade, and for that I am deeply insulted. I do not peddle yujo on the street to rape and imprison like a bandit selling his daughters. She is not going to learn to be a proper artist if she leaves, and the investment your master made to me will be useless," my mistress offered her hand gracefully to her client, but she refused to stand, sitting cross-legged as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My mistress was left holding the gold in her hand, her perfect face refusing to avert its gaze for the first time.

The strange woman reached behind her and somehow produced two cups of tea, politely sipping from one before offering it to my mistress. I stared at the gold, and then the tayu accepting the tea, who would never catch my gaze again. A sense of dread grew with every sip of tea my 'big sister' took after completing a sentence.

"I suppose this will do if she is going to be nothing but a lord's courtesan," Sip. What exactly was worth so much? "Please tell your master that she is pure and has great strength of character- she is much more than just a pure virgin." My mind raced as I looked around at the trees heavy with peaches and sakura. Sip. How could something so foul happen in a place so beautiful?

"Her education and spiritual power should please him- she would make a fine leader for a harem, she surely does not belong in that cloth. In fact, I was sure she was destined to take my place."

With that, my mistress finished her cup of tea. Though I stared, she had years of not looking people in the eye to serve her. She followed the path back to the pool and walked with poise into the water, her bare feet vanishing as she strode. Without ever causing a ripple, she waded until even her perfectly pinned hair was below the surface.

***

My new partner looked into my eyes with contempt. Though at first I thought she was quite short, it turned out she was just a bit taller than me. She grabbed a fistful of my robe and brought me close. "You are never going back to your country, understand?" She looked at the pool with burning eyes and then back at me. I tried my best to keep an emotionless face. She pushed me down to let go of me, giving a small cry of fury. She clasped her hands together and suddenly the shadow of a tiger grew from her back, growing with each strange repetition of her language.

The willow tree burned, and the pool dried up as the shadow grew. My lips curled into a frown before I could help myself, as the fish that were swimming there gasped and sank into the reclaiming soil. A tanuki spirit that I hadn't even noticed before was also immolated, yelping with pain as it turned into sweet-smelling smoke, its jug of holy rice wine turning to ash and blowing away before it even hit the ground.

The whole beautiful scene was now nothing but a small depression in the ground and a few piles of gray, dusty ash. Satisfied, the hooded woman unclasped her hands and the shadow dispelled. She again dragged me by a fistful of robe and led me into the endless trees.

By the time the sun was highest in the sky, I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. I knew better than to eat anything in the kami's world, but it was torture to walk past so many beautiful streams and thick, bountiful fruit trees without taking a moment to rest. My leader did not slow her pace, dragging me through this land with some unknown strength. The trees started to change into strange, twisted shapes, somehow older and wilder looking than before.

We reached what was obviously our destination tree, this one huge and gnarled. We walked around the unearthly trunk until I saw the entrance. Two roots- as thick as the trunks that stood around them- formed an archway. It was carved with debauched images of foreign men and women engaging in every possible sex act. I recognized all but a few from my training- using ropes to achieve those other positions seemed like it would painful or impossible. My captor had finally released me and walked through, disappearing into the shadows of this strange world.

***

I was alone for a moment.

It was quiet. My eyes darted all around, looking for a way to escape. But the trees were too perfectly similar- this was the only other landmark I had seen.

The air was fragrant. Instead of cherry trees, there were trees like this one that dripped sweet-smelling sap. Even in the shade, the sap started to steam as soon as it dripped out of a tree orifice or gouge.

I rearranged my robe to repair the damage that being dragged had done, making sure my breasts were arranged as perfectly as possible. It was a pity that it took someone else to put it on, or I would have just started over from the beginning. My hair was thankfully untouched.

I felt the contours of the archway to assure myself I was not dreaming. Under my hand, the carvings seemed to squirm, and I looked down in curiosity. The carved woman- whose body was only about half the size of my hand- was mounting a man and pumping herself greedily along his slender shaft. The man reached over and gave my alien thumb a small lick- the sap that came away on my hand was quite thin, and I wiped it back onto the dry part of the carving, on the woman's back. A minuscule creak of the tree timed perfectly with the carvings achieving ecstasy under my fingers, before I gasped and took away the warmth of my hand. Completely happy with themselves, the carvings seemed to fade until they were cold and lifeless again. I placed my hand on another curious carving, but quickly withdrew it as the man started harshly pulling on a rope that tied the imprinted woman's hands behind her back and drove himself into her, while the whole tree groaned loudly in the dead air.

My womanhood felt strangely aroused by this brash display, and for a moment I thought about what the other carvings would look like. All told, this really did nothing to convince me I was not dreaming.

I took a deep breath and tried to make myself ready to meet my destiny. Looking at the carvings only made me more nervous for what was about to come. The two great roots accepted me between them, and I walked into the cold shadows with as much dignity as I could muster.

***

As I strode out of the shady orchard of the spirit world, my eyes had to adjust to starlight where the full, cloudless sun had been only moments before. I might as well have been blindfolded. I was dragged again, this time by multiple hands, and then taken down steps out of what must have been another temple room. Still disoriented, I tripped on the hem of my robe. I was lifted up by several strong hands and then made to walk a bit slower.

My eyes finally picked out the moon after what seemed like minutes. I started to look at my new captors, being led once again by the black-robed woman. The men who had me were somewhat darker and thinner than the ones I was used to serving. They were all talking to each other in a language only half-familiar to me. From here and there I picked out words that were taught to me- mostly they seemed concerned about their master and my virginity. The chatter stopped when the woman who led all of us put up her hand.

"The master approaches." She went onto her knees almost at once, and then the two men on either side of me dragged me down, while the one behind me shoved me forward so that all of us were bent in a bow.

A bald, stooped man, looking ancient in every possible way, walked towards us. I was expecting someone like a shogun- old, but vital and... bearded. He smiled hugely upon seeing me- then brushed the hand off my neck and lifted me up by my chin. His wrinkled old hand took mine as he left behind the entourage, also signaling the woman to come with us.

My heart raced as we walked. This was the master. The two of them talked in words I couldn't understand, but I knew enough to make a guess at what they were talking about once the empty string that the gold was once hanging on came out. As we passed into a torchlit stone edifice, he took me into a small chamber, no bigger than a closet, and signaled for me to wait. The heavy door thundered closed behind him, followed by the small click of a lock sealing me in.

***

I waited in silence for a bit, trying to understand what had happened so far. The old man had bought me and taken me away from home in the strangest way possible. He did not seem to have any want to claim my body, so why did he require a virgin? I placed my hand on the long, jade-handled knife and contemplated an honorable death for only a moment before I laughed out loud at the thought of dying by my own hand. My grip tightened as I resolved to live no matter what.

Soon, the three men from before entered once again, this time wearing some sort of ceremonial armor. I followed them gravely out of the room and into the main theatre of the stone temple, the woman in the black robe commanding them again, but this time walking behind us down the long stone path that led to the largest building in the garden-like place.

A thousand voices started droning the same words over and over. My three silent guardians blocked some of my view, but I could see that once again the walls were covered in depictions of sex acts- and many involved what seemed to be kami, with six arms, or brilliant halos, or fearsome toothed animal faces. I had never thought of the gods as requiring companionship such as this, but then again, they did have children. A strange thought drifted into my head- was I to join with a spirit? I saw a picture of an ancient man surrounded and clothed by golden insects on top of a very young, pale woman laying in black rice- the thought vanished from my head with a turn of my stomach.

More depicted what seemed to be warriors and kings and their harems of dozens. That was what my mistress thought I was bought for, I thought silently. My mind couldn't help but notice that the men of this land seemed blessedly slender in their manhood as well as their frames.

In the center of the chamber was a raised dais, where the old master waited, sitting cross-legged and surrounded by clouds of incense.

The voices grew more hushed, but continued to drone their chant as a swarm of monks appeared from the walls, nude and painted the same color as the stone to stay hidden until the final moment. Each picked up a cloth bag in front of them that seemed to be filled with bright colored sand.

As I walked up the steps and reached the dais, I realized that my guards had left me at the base of the stairs. They were helping the woman who retrieved me in the black robe disrobe and paint herself quickly so that she could hold one of the bags. She looked up at the master with sadness.

The old man turned me away from them and held both my hands in his for a moment. For some reason, even through his toothless smile he seemed to have the weight of the world on him. He spoke quietly and for some reason I could understand the words through the chanting. "I admit that I am very selfish, and I am sorry that you must travel to the underworld with me. I have finally found a use for my decayed immortal body and the terrible cursed gold that I traded my soul for. A protective shield of rare gems ground into powder to hide my temple from the world below when I deliver the virgin. And finally...."

The chanting stopped, and then the torches were all quenched- dead silence like that of the spirit world invaded my ears once again. My breath seemed as loud as a gale. Then, the silky sound of something being poured on the ground started from all directions. Starting at the center, the monks and priestesses were walking slowly away from us in a meandering fashion, showing only a moonlit wall of painted backsides. When I was able to see again, my eyes took in a beautiful geometric pattern that must have been made in less than a minute by two thousand blind hands. Every color of the rainbow but red was splashing and zig-zagging its way towards us, and not a single grain of sand seemed to be out of place. The artists had all either fled or faded into the walls in the dim light again. As I looked up, the temple roof was revealed to be painted in a similar pattern. It was mesmerizing to look at, especially in a cloud of heavy scents.

The old man took a deep breath and then closed his eyes, and then put up his hands and straightened his back as far as he could manage. He seemed entirely peaceful in that moment.

***

A hail of arrows shot out from nowhere and struck him through, his blood spilling on the dais and leaving a pattern that followed the carved channels down the steps. It seemed to be made of liquid silver in that place, as it filled in the strange triangular pattern that had been carved under him.

I screamed and fell to the ground next to the peaceful-faced corpse as the earth shook and heaved, the walls of the temples seeming to crash down. Instead of falling with a great cacophony, however, the earth was not present to clamor against, and silence continued to reign.

All around the pattern on the ground was nothing but a black abyss, and I was alone- but a canoe of color on the vast ocean of void. Slowly, the pattern seemed to fall away, and the dais seemed shaky under my feet, like an old bridge over a canyon that threatens to topple you with every movement.

But as the blood dripped further, more steps began to materialize, and where might have been four stories under while the altar was standing a gate was starting to form. I shakily rose to my hands and knees and rushed over to the steps, daring not to swing my legs into the void and instead standing and walking down.

As my feet found solid purchase on the sloping stairs, I dared to peek over my shoulder, and saw I was just in time. The dais- and the old man's body with it- fell infinitely slow, following the colors into bottomless night. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and pounded on the marble slab, screaming noiselessly until my hands and voice were ruined without purpose.

The slow drip of blood started to defy gravity and crawl its way up the marble gate, and the slab lifted slowly. A blast of warm, scented air and the slightest hint of white sound alerted me to the fact that it was opening. I desperately started to put my fingers through to try to lift it, but then thought about what might happen if it were to close suddenly. I sat on my knees and waited patiently. When I saw that it was open a decent amount, I breathed evenly and took a look to see what was on the other side. From what I could tell, it was a room hung entirely in silk and strange furs, with red light coming from every opening. Anything was better than being surrounded by a bottomless pit.

***

I crawled out of the blackness into this strange enclosure. There were no doors or windows- what seemed to be openings before were lamps on the wall. As I looked back from where I came, there was nothing that indicated the existence of the giant door I had come through only a moment before, only a large mirror. Before I really knew what I was doing, I had my hair and makeup back to perfection.

I felt the silks that covered the walls and the bed. There were truly strange trophies as well- of snake-skins with human faces, a set of claws that must have been from a bird as large as a castle, and stretched-out pelts of fur in every coarseness and color. Behind one of the quilts I lifted back was even a stuffed dragon that was encrusted with jewels and had the head still quite attached despite a large portion of the neck being missing. The O-ryugami looked almost lifelike, and I had to come to terms with the fact that it was merely a trophy as I looked into its glassy eyes. I placed my hand in between the two jaws (set with rows and rows of teeth) to prove to myself that nothing was going to happen, frustrated at my own cowardice. After I had, I gave the dragon a pat on the head as a joke. The entire thing shook at my touch, the unstable neck wobbling. A noise like a twig snapping made me turn around and forget about the huge beast, dropping the curtain again.

It turned out to be a small fire-fueled stove near the bed, behind yet another curtained area. I tried to calm myself again. There was no one else here.

I sat down on what seemed to be a large bed and held myself for a moment. There were soft cotton sheets, woven and feather blankets, and it seemed to be stacked quite high, with the skin of a tiger under it all, like a stuffed animal for a child's bed. I was exhausted but wary as I approached it and examined the beautiful head, leaning comically as if it were sleeping on the pillows. I couldn't help but climb on and touch the furry chin now that I had steeled myself. It was long and soft, and seemed to have a warmth of its own. I wanted to bury my face in the comforting animal scent that it gave off, but having just reapplied my makeup made me think twice. I sighed and twisted myself, kneeling at the foot of the bed. I looked down and saw a large trunk- I decided that looking in there for some sign of how to escape was the right thing to do.

***

As I bent over to open the trunk, something roughly grabbed my foot. I gasped and looked behind me- the tiger skin was coming alive, the thick front legs coming out from under the sheets with inhuman speed and strength! One of the paws, nearly as big as a dinner plate, had wrapped itself around not just one foot now, but both my ankles, and the sound of the great head sniffing came before the opened eyes laid their fiery, glassy gaze on my form. The other paw reached up my robe and grabbed my ass, the claws thankfully retracted. Before I knew what was happening, it had barreled past my thighs, completely ignorant of the knife there, and dug a thick furry finger right into me. I screamed as I felt the tightness of my opening pull back the claw slightly and scratch me just, and then I flung myself off the bed and onto the ground with all the frenzied strength I could muster.

As I lay there recovering from the assault, I pulled the cold-hilted wakazashi from beneath my robe and shakily stood, kicking the stone green scabbard and garter-tie aside under the bed. That was no trophy skin that pierced me; it rose up and revealed that it was in fact one of the animal-furred gods, like from the frescoes. His maw opened and a rough tongue came out to lick his finger. Standing on the bed draped in a blanket, he was as imposing as one of the paintings- when he stepped down and stood before me, I was still barely at his shoulder.

I halfheartedly raised my knife as I noticed long sliced scars carved from past battles, and tried not to think about the trophies strewn about here. He smacked my forearm smartly and the sacred blade flew across the room. His paw still felt wet from violating me a moment ago, and the pure white fur of the palm was stained. As I nursed my arm, he took a golden box from a small table and carefully closed it around the blade without ever touching it.

"Now I know what has invaded my realm," he growled at me in a voice as strong as his grasping arms, then his teeth revealed themselves in a wickedly sharp smile. Somehow, knowing that this was truly a predatory god and not just a magical trinket made my sore opening feel even more violated. "Ha! But I taste no knowledge of where you came from."

He grabbed me about the legs and waist and lifted me easily into his arms. "A fine game, old man," he said to the ceiling as he carried me back to the site of our first encounter. "I'll put you to work anyways, and see if you can survive being my courtesan." He laughed in my face as he dropped me without ceremony onto the feather pillows. "Let's see what happens when you meet the love of a Genshinju."

***

I sat up on the edge of the bed and my eyes went wide as he revealed his member right next to them. With a strong, steady arm the spirit brought my face close to it. It seemed to radiate heat, and smelled strongly of his animal odor. A drip of clear liquid worked its way out and fell onto me, and I could have sworn it hissed slightly upon contact. My fears were realized as he softly growled, "Can't have that on your face if you're going to be my sacrifice."

His egg-sized, white furry balls swung into my face as he reached over and grabbed a red cloth, harshly wiping away the warm, smelly liquid- and my perfect face paint while he was at it.

"You reek of earthblood and fruit," he mumbled as he threw the cloth back onto the ground. "I can't stand peaches."

My face and lips felt cold and slightly damp from the cleaning. I turned my face to the side and whispered dishonestly, "I'm sorry, Lord."

Another drip of steaming hot liquid, even larger than the first, splashed onto my face, making his first pass at cleanliness useless. The beast didn't seem to care as I sniffled lightly and looked up at him. Somehow, the liquid was much more intolerable with my makeup off- warmth kept drooling from his cock onto my bare, quivering lips.

He stared into my eyes until I gingerly reached out my tongue and gave a tiny lick to the tip, tracing down as I had read to... and whimpering with the time it took to get to his mammoth package.

All my training could not make me ready for that moment when his thick manhood pressed against my cheek. "I hope you can please me this way, for your sake- go on," he said as his grip moved from his extremity to my chin, stroking my neck like he was trying to get a pet to swallow a bitter drink.

My eyes closed slowly and I obediently took just the tip of the throbbing member onto my tongue. He roared angrily and one of his paws slammed itself onto the back of my head, forcing my mouth down onto him. I tried to shout but could only gag, and hum with my mouth filled, and pull on his pouch, serving only to make my partner more excited. I caught a glance in the mirror that showed he was not just holding my head; he was slowly and tenderly pulling out my hairpiece with his lethal claws.

With each pin that was placed- almost lovingly- into the golden jewelry box, more and more locks started to obscure my vision, and my head felt lighter and lighter, and somehow I swallowed more and more of his turgid shaft down my throat. By the time he had removed the last one, his paw could almost guide me until my nose was in his fur. He sighed happily and moved backwards, beckoning me to the edge of the bed by grabbing my now loose locks in one of his fists while he placed his broad member in the other.

Since he finally removed my face from being buried in his groin to stroke himself, I was disheartened to notice that the length of his thick, gut-filling digits did not come close to living up to the size of his erection. I decided that the only reasonable thing to do was beg him not to use it on my already abused-feeling hole. I stared him in his warm smoke-colored eyes.

"Mercy, it's too big-" he plunged just the tip of his weapon into my mouth one more time before I could finish my sentence, making my next words turn into garble as thick, foul seed splattered itself forcefully into my mouth.

It made me gag just from the pressure of it rocketing against the back of my throat. It spilled out out of my mouth as I coughed it, and drooled, and spat it out onto his huge, furry balls, finally leaving a huge pool of drool and cum steaming on the sheets on the bed.

The huge demon seemed quite impressed, his rugged whiskers scratching my ear as he growled out a challenge. "You can tolerate my seed without your paint or your jade pins, can you? Perhaps you really do have a chance to survive." He went to roughly grab my shoulder, but a small hiss upon contact made him laugh heartily. "That's why. It must have precious stones woven into it. I should have known."

He was right, of course- there were jade fasteners and beaded pearls on the virgins' robe, and he had lifted me by the sash and my bare calves before. He stood me up off the bed gently by taking me by the fingertips, then lifted my robe up with his sharp, pale claws. I saw my bottom half completely exposed in the mirror for only a moment before he pushed me brutishly back onto the bed. "Let's have some fun before I take it off you all the way and end this."

He licked his jowls, and then his teeth scored my calves. Then my thighs. He nestled his paw around the nub of my most sensitive spot.

My body started to shake with pleasure as his large, strangely textured tongue started to bathe my inner thighs, then my lips, though not my poor clit- exposed to the cold air and causing even more shivering throughout my body.

For a while, his paws were gently caressing my backside- and my hands found their way on to his ears without me really meaning too. My body was trying to encourage him to lick me more, and I smiled for a moment as I thought they felt as soft as a house-cat. The contact made him growl into me, raising his head from pleasuring me and digging his thumb-claws under the fold of my cheeks as his eyes burned hot on my face. I removed my hands and put them by my sides limply, whimpering in pain as he removed the hooks.

He carefully exposed my pussy to him, then his tongue dug savagely into my tunnel. He moved upwards and made love to my clit with his finally-sheathed thumb before licking it forcefully. His other heavy foreleg was groping my breast over my kimono, reaching it easily with his long arms and squeezing it cruelly with his inhuman strength. All of the violent attention built up until I grabbed the sheets on both side of me and came violently. I got a small insane burst of satisfaction as he spit a little and wiped his whiskers clean, grumbling, "Much too wet to continue," as if I had made him uncomfortable with my loins as well.

He stood me up again- this time I was groggy and confused from the confusingly pleasurable experience- and spun me around.

"It's time to find out what you're made of, Little One," he said almost sweetly into my ear from behind. My eyes rolled back as he continued to grope my breasts, and soft moans turned into grunts on both our parts, my nipples being twisted and his paws steaming from the robe he had to reach under. "It is possible- though highly unlikely- that you are the only being that can survive me, of course."

***

Remembering what my mistress said about the meiko robe, I confidently stood my ground. Though he was confused at the design at first, the sash of my robe was removed easily and thrown carelessly over the O-ryugami hide as I watched in terror. Then, his claws started at my neck and worked their way down until every inch of my back was hot and red. The gross sound of ripping fabric registered in my ears as I realized my kimono was about to come off. He spun me around once more so that I fell into his furry chest, then grabbed me by the shoulders- his paws burning one more time, though he seemed to enjoy it by now- and slipped my robe down. The rips that opened the back made it fall away easily, and I stood before him completely naked for the first time.

I instinctively covered the spot he had just given so much attention to for a moment- the demon saw that and it made him chuckle cruelly before I obeyed my training and pressed my breasts together in front of me, bowing and continuing to look down at my feet as my face burned from his gaze upon it.

"You were a wonderful prize," he said as he stalked around me, looking me up and down. Now that I was fully naked, his evil eye actually did register on my skin, with red marks starting to form up and down my back, on the back of my neck, on the back of my calves and thighs, and even on my hips. It made me shiver instinctively just before his hand fell on me to scratch, fondle, or bite me on my at first unmarked front- now with a renewed, urgently animal lust. "You are resisting beautifully. It is possible you can survive my seed after all."

He grabbed me around the wrists with one hand over my head, and walked me backwards until my bottom fell onto the plush surface of the bed. He let go of my hands and then quickly switched to my ankles, holding them like he did when I woke him up- what seemed like an hour ago. "Time for you to tell me you've had enough," he threatened before he licked my neck roughly, trailing his drool from my nipple to my ear.

As he easily lifted my feet like one raises a rabbit upside-down for slaughter, my mind somehow unhinged. All this, and he hadn't even taken what was paid for yet. The only thing I could mumble out was, "Please just take me. Please, my Lord."

He looked deeply into my eyes with his slitted pupils that seemed as black as the void, now softened on the edges by a triumphant smile. His free paw caressed my breasts, twisting the nipples so he could see me wince. His shaft was so close to me that it was smearing his spent cum from minutes before- and my own drool- onto my belly. He withdrew his paw from my chest and pressed his thickness against me, and then entered slowly, only letting a bit in.

My mouth dropped open against my will as he pulled the thick head back out of me. It felt so different from a tongue or finger that I couldn't help but stare back into his eyes in shocked silence. My mouth started to form words, and before I could catch myself I accidentally drove him over the edge by saying, "It's too thick, it's too big...."

He enthusiastically thrust the first bit of himself into me again to cut short my pleading, and then quickly out of me as I yelped with mixed pain and pleasure, over and over.

The pace of his thrusts built until I had to put a hand up to my mouth to stop myself from screaming. The other hand quested into the fur on his chest to find something to hold on to, feeling his giant chest vibrate deep inside with a growl that made me take my hand away instinctively.

It was frantic, and animal like- and the feelings going through me were pleasurable unlike anything before. One paw still grasping my ankles, the other started to rub my thighs, lips, and clit, smacking my own hand away. I felt another rush of warmth shoot down my back and legs, and then released a flood from under his rubbing that splashed onto his fur and made his further thrusting squelch loudly.

My hands pulled on my thighs as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The demon roared with laughter at this, and showed no signs of slowing his assault. I wriggled under him, trying to think of something to say that would convince him, trying to think of a way to push him off of me before he released himself inside me, my mind only conjuring up advice I had been given that assumed the man was roughly my height and weight.

"Please, My Lord..." I tried to beg as his manhood started to feel more like it was pushing my other guts aside to make way for his full girth, now at least as deep inside me as his first predatory fingering. In not much more time, I whined out loud, "not again," before his continued frenzied digging made me release myself and add again to the wet spot on the bed. My naked cheeks burned hot as his evil eye fell upon my face again.

"My Lord, that's... that's enough..." I mewled as he continued to ravage me, internally thinking that my voice must sound pathetic. He was finally slowing down now that he was using more of his tool.

"It isn't. You've gotten yourself nice and ready, but I haven't completed the job yet. Not until my seed has invaded your body."

He let go of my legs, and they suddenly felt like they were made of lead as I dropped them with a short undignified wail. He easily flipped me over while I was still weak, and then started to maneuver me to the edge of the bed again- his wild pounding had almost pushed me against the wall while his paws held me up. I grabbed on to the sheets miserably and made a sound that was supposed to come out as begging but just turned into a high-pitched whine, but he didn't even seem to notice. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tried to put my feelings into words before he made good on his promise to leave his demonic juices deep inside me.

"Please... please, My Lord..." He buried his claws into my sides as the sheets ripped away from the bed, and the blankets slid along with me. There was nothing else to hold on to. He didn't stop until my legs were actually dangling off the edge of the bed, my feet on the ground at odd angles.

"Please? Oh, I'll put it back inside you, Little One. Since you asked your lord so nicely," he sneered.

His entire massive weight was suddenly on top of me, forcing the air out of me in a short moan as his mouth wrapped around the back of my neck. His pulsing member was against me, rubbing its stolen juices all over my back and asshole. He wrapped a hand around his manhood and stroked it a little, until it was just as engorged as before. He pulled back and threatened me for a moment, growling fiercely into my ear, before he savagely thrust into where I was already tender.

"Is that 'too big'?" he asked cruelly, but the only answer I could let out was a long series of squeals. His shaft was incredibly thick, pleasuring me as I didn't even know was possible. But when he also thrust himself fully into me, it felt like he dug against my deepest point and threatened to break through into my womb. He pulled it out slowly, almost painfully, inch by rock-hard inch. My abused pussy relaxed a bit as he worked himself all the way out again, his head slipping out last with an audible sucking noise.

"I don't think it was," he said, smiling and nodding to himself. Only then did I realize he still had a paw wrapped around himself the whole time. The pained yells only seemed to encourage him, so I bit the blankets that I had dragged over to silence myself.

With the next thrusts of his weapon, the connection between my mind and my body seemed completely severed. I drooled onto the blankets like a dog and moaned like a street yujo as my body started to feel like it was on fire all over. There was nothing that could stop the relentless pounding, his huge balls smacking against my most sensitive spots and his free hands now clenching my breasts together painfully. Once more, my juices splashed against him as my hoarse throat tried to scream. His weight started to lift from me once again as his thrusts became more slow and measured. My mind started to clear as this new, slower motion started to rock me.

"My Lord," I said in a panicked whisper as he started to take huge, heaving breaths, "My Lord, please... I... My Lord, there's too much...."

He grabbed onto both my shoulders, digging his claws in and pulling my entire body back. His huge balls clenched up, then shook as they were forced back while he buried his whole length inside me for a few pumps. I felt it not just in my tunnel, but digging into my whole body, trying not to picture how long he was when he was crouching over my back. My guts were suddenly lubricated with his semen as he unloaded his balls inside of me with a roar that shook the entire room. It cascaded against my deepest point and lubricated his thickness further as my body struggled around him. He pulled it out slowly after roaring for quite a while, and it almost felt painful as my muscles tried to elastically stretch back to where they were before this latest invasion of hot cream. As he released me, I fell onto my front and moaned softly a few times, my body pushing out as much of his seed as it could, making a huge wet spot under me.

***

"It feels so good," I marveled as my consciousness started to return to me. Rather than hurt, the spirit's cum spread warmth through my whole body. The huge god was sitting on the bed, smoking a pipe contemplatively and looking into a small metal stove that burned with a golden fire. I looked into the mirror and saw my face and body naked, my breasts abused, and my hair out of place- but I didn't need a mirror to know what my back must have looked like. I could only speak in a happily quavering whine. "I survived, My Lord. It feels amazing."

"Does it? I'm glad you think so," he mused as he turned and blew a huge plume of smoke out of his giant chest at me. "Since you have the power to survive me, it has been decided the door will not open until you are carrying my child." His paw grabbed me around the shoulders and he planted a small kiss on my forehead, growling, "so I will be back soon."

He delicately picked up my robe with extended claws and threw it into the stove, and I gasped as I bolted upright. A small mass of sticky, snot-like cum dripped from deep inside me out onto my leg, and I gagged a little as I remembered it in my mouth. The warm feeling started to become a squishy, stretched-out feeling the more dripped out of me- and on to the already sizable wet spot on the bed.

"That was my virgins' robe. How could you?" The weight of the entire sick situation started to impress itself on me as a cough of sickly green-blue smoke burst out of the fireplace.

He stood up, still naked as ever. His thick manhood was not proudly erect like before, instead hanging on top of his freshly emptied balls. He saw me staring and grinned, giving my lips a light smack with the still dangerously thick instrument. "You won't be needing that thing now that you live under my watch. I'll come back with something more suitable for my pet. Meanwhile, you will stay in my treasure room as my most valuable possession."

He opened the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulled out a string of giant coins, wrapping them around himself before he started to don a cloth that twisted around his still-swollen package. He then retrieved a robe of deep blue that was woven with silver wire (pocketing the golden box that contained my knife and hairpins) and a sash of brilliant white hemmed with alien blue fur. "Help me with this, Little One." Without thinking I grabbed the hems and did him up in a kimono style the same way I would for one of my ayega sisters, using a staging technique that took only a short moment and a deft hand.

He clumsily went along with what I was doing, nearly falling down after being so weakened from filling up both my mouth and my womb, and then looked in the mirror. He rolled his eyes, removing the sash and growling, "You truly know nothing." Pushing me roughly aside, he swung it over his shoulders and fastened it around his neck with the belt ornament. Then, he strode towards the mirror and disappeared in a flash of light after clasping his hands together.

***

I calmly stood and grabbed my sash from where it had been carelessly thrown. It had no spiritual power, but it was long and wide enough to wrap around me. The blankets were stinking and wet- in no state to provide comfort, so I sat on a reclining couch, facing the stove.

My hand smacked into my forehead as I looked at the dragon skin again. Of course, it was practically made of gems in most parts. My hand fell down to my belly as I tried to think of a way to use it against him before I was forced to be pregnant with his child. Before he said that, I thought that being enslaved to the lust of a beast was the worst fate I could come to, but now I was afraid of being torn open in a completely new way. Still, nothing I could do would stop him from leaving me stuffed full of his seed as long as he could hold me down.

My hand gingerly took one of the extra cloths the spirit used to clean himself off with and used a clean edge to wipe my pained hole a little better.

My jade hairpins were gone, the robe burned, my knife removed. The scabbard. I ducked under the bed and grabbed it. This could work. I tied my hair back with the garter belt and looked around for a good place to put the saya. I opened the trunk and saw nothing left within, so that was no good. I thought about the mirror for a moment. There was never any reason to go behind it, but was there room to hide?

I slipped in between the wall and the mirror with a bit of struggling, cursing that my breasts confided my movement so much. I placed it where I could reach it easily enough, but where it would still be hidden. I pulled the curtain back over the dragon hide and head so that it was out of sight. I didn't have a plan, but this was better than nothing.

Sitting by the stove, I helped myself to the pipe that was sitting there, resolving to calm my nerves. The smoke was heavy, and quite unlike what I was used to at the ayega.

I woke to the sound of the trunk slamming closed. I heard animalistic grunting, and felt a furry paw on my breast over the sheer sash. My eyes snapped open and I saw my captor above my face. My first reaction was to raise my arms and beat him off, but his huge paws were already holding them down at my sides by the time that it could register. The pipe was knocked over at my side, the contents spilled everywhere. I looked up imploringly into his slit eyes.

"You shpilled my piyup evruwhar," he said in a lazy slur. His robe was gone, leaving only the twist of cloth about his hips- and this was already stretching even though he seemed merely half-raised. He planted a painfully whiskered kiss on my sensitive lips, and his breath reeked of something far stronger than wine. Without any of the ceremony of when he took me the first time, he hiccoughed and turned me onto my back and then straddled me right there on the couch. "I hope yerredy, Liddulun."

How could I possibly be ready? Even though it was still a bit soft, he drove his member under my clenched cheeks and even the head was enough to make me start to lose my mind after a few thrusts. After he had worked a short series of screams out of me, and I was laying there soaking up the confusingly pleasurable feeling, he roared and stopped thrusting. After a mercifully short time he had shot his copious seed, before he could even bother bringing me to climax a second time.

He got up and staggered over to his bed, and I noticed he left the golden box behind with the twisted cloth he had to remove to molest me. Looking over at him, I gingerly opened it up and saw that instead of my relics, there was a pile of cooked root vegetables with some sort of spicy sauce. I gratefully shoved them into my mouth before the phantom beast god came back to me as if he had just forgotten me, threw me over his shoulder, and put me on the bed next to him.

"You are going to bear my child," he drooled around a swollen-sounding tongue as he wrapped a heavy arm around me, cutting off my air supply. I shoved it down towards my chest a little bit, but he didn't seem to notice. He was mumbling in a drunken stupor. "Then back into the mortal world. Then it can all be over."

"Nane?" I asked as his chest started to heave with the beginnings of an unremembered sleep. His feline yawn was catching.

"They lied to me when they said I couldn't. You can tolerate my seed, hell, maybe others can, as well. I never even tried." He wiped his forehead uncomfortably before beaming at me. "It really was just as pleasurable as the texts say."

"Ha! What, you were a virgin, too? That's what you're saying?"

He hiccoughed again before answering. "Of course. Phantom. Nothing but scars and cursed seed. No one would anyways. I have to go onto the mortal plane to get anything done. We'll go back with your child."

His partial erection dripped a string of cum as it started to shrink a bit further into him. My shrinking insides gave an answering drip from behind my sash. "That way... you know. Screw what the old man wanted."

My plan to use force against him seemed entirely foolish now. I couldn't even overpower him while he was drunk and asleep. It didn't all make sense, but I thought I had a grasp on one of the things he was saying, and it sounded like....

"You're going to let me go?"

"No, we'll go then- then when? When kittensh," he chuckled, drawing me close to him again until I was almost buried in his chest fur. "My kittens. Our kittens. A genshinju-tan to take our revenge. I guess the old man figured out how to block me from collecting my gold back, I can't find his body or his servants on your plane. Probably got an O-ryugami or something." He shifted away from me, seemingly finding it hard to get comfortable while keeping me pinned to him, and said to the opposite wall, "But that's what your baby is for. The end."

I gulped as I tried to sort that one out. "The end? I don't..."

The giant demon chuckled again in his sleep and rolled over yet again with some difficulty, burping along the way without apology. He removed his arms from being wrapped around me, leaving me feeling strangely cold and alone in the process. He laid them out on his sides under the blankets, laying his head to the side to face me- just like when I first saw him. His eyes opened just a bit so that he could see me in the dim red light. A smile from his whiskered face made me feel like snuggling up next to him was actually the right thing to do, even with the next words that came out of his mouth. "The end of the world, of course." He gave a heavy sigh that reeked of spice and alcohol before falling asleep happily.

I knew it at that moment. The moment I slipped under his huge, protective arm for warmth as we slept. The moment that my heart filled with joy at the thought of seeing him reclaim the gold from the priestess. The moment that my body filled with warmth at the thought of me and my enormous, tiger-furred children ripping apart the woman who sold me after raising me for sixteen years. I knew that I did not survive him- I was in the underworld, after all. I smiled and laid my hand on top of my belly. "The end."