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I remember the dream that I had before it happened. My child, striding out into the wilderness, alone and hungry. Myself, trapped somewhere far away, trying my hardest to scream, but only silence surrounded me. My Master, sadly looking into a portrait of my face. And then, a wound in my chest, ripping itself open. My skin peeled back from my breasts, the blood flowing freely as I split down the middle, my organs spilling out and wriggling away like wet snakes.

The sound of ripping and squishing rang in my ears as I awoke with a start. I desperately grabbed on to my Lord's arm for comfort, and he stirred awake.

"What is that sound?" he shot up in the large bed, not bothering to put on any clothes as he leapt like a cat towards the door.

"Sound? I was sure it was a dream!" I didn't even have time to collect my thoughts as I rushed after him.

We stood together at the door, my captor watching the scene that greeted us with grim acceptance. I had to turn my head from the sight to stop myself from getting sick.

The powder of the dragon's prison was scattered, and her glistening blood was spilled all over the cold metal floor. The top half of her body, still staring and drooling some white fluid, was joined to her bottom half by only a few gross strands of flesh.

These strands of flesh hung out of the huge mouth of a frog-like demon, who instantly bit off the dragon's leftovers and swallowed, then gave a happy croak and leapt at my Master.

"BROTHER! I was afraid that a human had taken over your realm! I hope you don't mind that I absorbed the energy from trophy there," he said with a young-sounding, earnest voice.

*

"Trophy? That was... no, I know you would not understand. It is probably for the best, to be honest. If Mother found out I was keeping a dragon as a slave, she would eat me instead of her."

"A slave? Dragons aren't fit for anything like that. This particular one absolutely begged for a mouthful of cursed seed. They don't even have a grasp of basic logic."

"Nevermind any of that, Brother. Please, let me dispose of the rest of this corpus."

"No, no, no, I poisoned it, and you have more trouble with gemstones than me, anyways. Just a moment." He opened his mouth wide again, and an unbeleivably huge tongue shot out of his mouth and wrapped around the top half of the dragon's body, hissing where it came into contact with gems. Before I could even cover my eyes with my hands, he had gulped down the rest of the Genryugami in one swallow, followed by a slight burp. "Oh, excuse me," he giggled as he rubbed his fat stomach, jiggling under a plate-reinforced robe.

I broke down completely, crying for no reason that I could think of. The dream was bad enough, and I was certain that I was still having a nightmare. My Master pulled me up, and, completely against character, embraced me tightly.

"It's alright, he's on our side, Little One. You must calm yourself."

I still couldn't help screaming. "HE ATE HER! HE ATE HER IN ONE GULP!" My mind was quickly coming to terms with the power of spirits, but this new horror was too much for me to handle, even if it did happen to my worst enemy.

"In one gulp? It was two, she was a powerful Eclipse Heir, after all. I mean, i'm not that fat." The complacency that my captor's kin talked with only made it worse.

*

"Why is she so upset, Brother? What is she, anyways... looks like an Ox spirit? No... no, wait, she's...!"

As he advanced on me, I screamed, "NO!" harder than I ever did for my Master. "NO, STAY BACK!" I started to struggle even harder against the heavy striped arms that were holding me, but the demon held me in place. I should have known that it was futile.

"She is a Human. A dire enemy of Kyrameha, a born natural at casting spells, and my new courtesan." I shook like a cherry blossom in a hurricane as the spirit came within smelling distance and the copper scent of blood flooded my nostrils.

"Absolutely charmed," he bowed graciously, and offered to take my hand in a sweeping kiss, but I only covered my face with my hands again, turning into my Lord's furry chest and sobbing. "Well, I'm not the prettiest Frog Prince, to be sure, but I think you'll get used to me. As for myself, I am Akira, son of Matron Tigris and the Red Moon."

I sniffled and tried to say something, but it all came out as a blubber. I gripped on to one of my Master's huge paws as tightly as I could, then turned to face him finally.

I couldn't think of anything else to say but, "You have a name?"

Both my Master and he looked upon me with incredulity.

"Of course I do. Akio, have you taken on a courtesan... and she doesn't even know your name? Tell me again that this isn't a slave, come now."

"A courtesan IS a slave, Brother. She doesn't need to know anything but how to receive and deliver children. Perhaps you remember the story of-"

The rest of his words all drowned out of my head as I turned his name over and over again on my tongue.

"What?" He looked down at me angrily. "What did you say?"

*

"Akio?" I whispered up to him again.

My face was still stained with tears, but he slapped it hard with a paw. "I am your Lord, and you will refer to me as such," he growled down at me as I fell to the ground, hurt and exhausted by weeping. "I will teach you again properly later."

My lip quivered for a moment, but then I nodded. "Yes, Master. I am looking forward to it, My Lord."

The slimy frog spirit watched all this with indifference, then seemed to pick up the conversation where they left off. "So you won the old man's soul in your first game of chance. That is some bad luck on his part."

"It may have been his plan all along. He was incredibly far-sighted for a mortal. After I learned the rules by heart and was confident, he gambled away every piece of mortal gold I brought to buy weapons and arms."

"I see. But Tiger's Gold can only be spent to benefit the Tiger- that is the law of metal."

"He did something. These humans are crafty, and use gemstones much like dragons do. He gambled me into a bargain- that I would sleep until he found a virgin that could survive me."

"Kyrahema bought me with the last of the gold, Master. His death is what opened the gates to the underworld and lead me here to you, My Lord."

They both smiled at me. The Frog-like devil- Akira- croaked out a laugh. "She speaks! Very good, human. I'm glad you have joined us in our talk. But I am especially happy to hear that Kyrameha is dead and gone."

My Master helped me off of the ground and gave me a small, sandpapery lick on the forehead. "She was worth everything I lost. All of the gold gambled away, all of the time spent dreamless. A girl that can survive me."

*

His claws dug into my side out of excitement, and I winced from the pain. I could only just barely survive his sadistic tendencies.

"But all of the gold was not spent on me, My Lord and God. He also built a temple that he said would be hidden from your sight."

"Do you hear that, Brother? I told you that he had a temple. I was taken there the last time I was looking for you on the mortal plane.

"I was searching for quite a while, trying to find you while you were asleep in your hidden dimension. When I walked to our father's land of the mortal world, I met with a young priestess who said that she had information about a tiger-like demon, who was held captive in a great chest of gemstones. When I met with her, she ambushed me with a great ring of burning fire.

"I was badly hurt, and couldn't resist being tied up with strings of earthblood. My powers quickly started to go numb as they carried me away, across the water in a great wooden ship, larger than any I have ever seen. And when it arrived at it's destination, an old man was there to greet me and talk to me in the tongue of spirits.

"It was Kyrameha- and he was also looking for you. He was nervous about the gold that he spent, and wanted to be sure that he was dead by the time you could get to him." I was so captivated by his tale that I forgot all about the hated dragon, and started to question the Devil.

"Kyrameha took you there by ship? I as taken magically- can you tell us where the temple was?" I started to maniacally picture ripping the priestess' head off.

*

"No, I am afraid not. I was kept captive and blinded until my meeting with the old man."

Both my Master and I sighed worriedly at this, as one, earning a coy smile from his brother.

"Well, it is a disappointment, to be sure. But I did find out one thing that he did not think to hide from me." The Frog offered his hand to his brother, saying, "Only we two know that you can taste memories. I offer you one freely."

I watched as my Lord took a lick of slimy sweat from his brother's hand, and then nodded. "Yes, that is a rather distinct smell. But I have never encountered it before."

"Well, it was worth a try, at least," the devil removed his hand from the proffered position, and the two of them looked each other in the eyes seriously.

"We need Mother's help," the Frog said simply, averting his gaze slightly. I almost laughed as I realized that the powerful spirit was cowering in front of my master. "She is the only one that-"

"The only one that what? I would rather call upon all 107 of our aunts and uncles before I contacted her! DAMN your tongue!"

"She is the only one with a claim to mortal land. Don't you want to find these humans and slay them?"

"I do," I offered, "But what help would a claim of mortal land be, if we do not know which direction to point our gaze?"

"HA! The Little One that is less than a CENTURY old is thinking clearer than you, Little Brother! If you are going to talk about an ancestor that CAN help us find them, only the Sun and Moon will help, by giving us LIGHT!" The tiger-like demon advanced upon the other- who now seemed much smaller by comparison- and towered over him, still screaming.

*

"My Brother, I am so happy to see you safe, please do not turn your wrath upon me. Please take this gift that I brought." He placed a small box on the ground between them, then backed up, his sweat cascading down his face.

"MY BROTHER! FIVE thousand years of sleep would NOT be enough to make ME glad to see YOU again. LEAVE ME!"

With that, he kicked the box into the large, sterile-looking central pool, and a whirlpool started. The giant frog started to step further backwards towards it.

"I wanted your support, brother, but since you will not offer it to me, I will face Matron Tigris alone."

"WELL DECIDED!" My Master shouted to him, and then shoved him with both paws into the water, causing a great splash. It was the last I saw of him for quite some time.

I turned up to look at my Master in awe, but when I saw his expression, my stomach turned.

"I hope you're ready for your punishment," he spoke in a low, enraged whisper. I looked around briefly and frowned before he grabbed me harshly by the arm, his claws sinking deep into me.

"YES, you! There's no one else here!" A rope was in his paw- it had somehow come to him without me noticing. He tossed it carelessly over me, and it started to snake under my robe and wrap itself around my legs and arms with some fell magic.

"It's your fault that they know where we are! If I could walk through the lower dimensions properly, without having to carry your immense bulk to protect you- ugh! No, that is not your fault. But you WILL learn to forget my name and show me proper fealty." He pulled the rope taut, and in an instant it made a complicated, restraining web knot itself around me.

***

I would have screamed, but the ropes tied around my chest were so tight that it was difficult to even breathe properly. I went completely limp, and fell forward. The ropes binding me made my large breasts crush against the ground, and the pain shot through my whole torso and made me give a short yell.

"You clumsy fool!" he shouted at me as he dragged me on the ground back towards the bed, like an infant throwing a tantrum. I was hoisted up into his strong arms, and he looked me in the weeping face for a moment before throwing me, face down, onto the bed. As I turned my head to the side, I saw that he was leaving the room.

"Master!" I cried to his back, "Master, don't leave me! Wait!"

"Are you giving me a command?" he said in a near-whisper, his wrathful steel-gray eyes boring into my skull. I gulped as he advanced on me again. "Have you grown so bold because you had a slave for a moment? You shall remember your place, ningen."

With that, he grabbed a length of cloth and bound it around my mouth several times before knotting it tightly. I screamed for all it was worth as he left again, but I was well gagged. In the few moments he was gone, I struggled fruitlessly against the bonds and started to weep all over again.

I didn't even know that he was back when I felt something sting my backside. I cried out and stopped weeping, gasping for air desperately. I felt the sting again, and again, seemingly doubling in strength each time.

It was soon replaced by the feeling of claws running along my legs, lifting my robe off as they left a bloody trail, the ropes twisting out of the way to let his digits pass by as if they were afraid of him. Soon I was nude except for the ropes.

*

The ropes seemed to twist themselves around me in a new fashion at a power word from the tiger-like demon. His snarls quickly found their way next to my face as without warning, he started to grab at my abused bottom with his claws.

"Your submission to me is accepted. Now, for your punishment."

I screamed into my gag as I felt something hot press itself between my reddened cheeks. Sticky, tingling pre-cum started to coat my virgin asshole as he rubbed against it with his spike-textured phallus head.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the tip worked its way inside of me, and I squeezed it hard with my muscles against my will. This made a further flood of clear fluid squeeze into my asshole as he pushed the strange head cruelly past my tight ring.

"This is what you deserve, Little One! Now scream for me!"

I did as I was bidden, muffled as I was! The sensation turned from painful to merely uncomfortable as he pushed cruelly past my tight ring.

His claws started to dig into my back as he humped me hard. Instead of breaking through, though, my ass only pushed up to his thickest point, holding the head inside as he tried to drive it further into me.

He dug his claws into my shoulders in pure frustration and spat onto his member loudly before giving one more slow shove that introduced his entire girth into me. My body finally relaxed, falling limp again so that only the tight ropes held me in position. With every slow thrust, my mind seemed to unhinge more and more. Only after I felt something wet sliding down my face did I realize I was drooling too much to be stopped by the gag. Trying to swallow was impossible, so my body started a hacking cough.

*

"What are you doing? That feels amazing," my Lord commented as my muffled coughing sank soundlessly into the bed. With every cough, my ass tightened up around his member again. Without meaning to, I had started milking his prick, and he responded by thrusting himself even further into me every time I loosened again.

He took one of his paws off of my shoulders and drove it in-between my legs, fingering my most feminine parts with a blessedly retracted claw. The sensations inside my ass made a sharp turn from immense pain to mild pleasure as he planted his full length inside and started to grind against me. I moaned silently into the gag as his digit worked its way inside me, and his snarls turned from angry to pleased as he worked his way slowly in and out of me.

The gag was suddenly torn away from me, the claw that liberated it also leaving a slash on the back of my head. My head spun as his girth left me, then plunged back into me, over and over again. I started an orgasm with a high-pitched scream that reverberated throughout the entire demiplane, my nerves completely overloaded by the sensation. My body fought with the magical ropes as hard as it could, but every struggle just seemed to make them grow tighter.

My Lord gripped me by the thighs as he drove himself into me one more time, and I felt the sick sensation of his hot seed unloading a spurt of cum into my guts. As he withdrew with a moan, his leftover seed shot out all over my back. I screamed and squirmed, but the ropes only gripped me harder. I imagined I could feel his cursed seed wriggling into my bloodstream as the cuts started to burn with the salty fluid. The pain inside me was unreal, and my abused asshole felt stretched out and torn.

"Please..." I wept quietly, "Please clean me off, Lord... I...."

I wanted to say something else, but blackness completely enveloped my vision before I could gather my thoughts. The dizziness that started with awakening finally claimed me in a faint.

*

I awoke wrapped in one of my Lord's robes, the magical rope that had assaulted me before binding it around the middle. My hands darted around to my back as I instinctively checked to see if there was any blood. Instead, I found that it was smooth- there was no hint that the beast's claws were ever on me.

I saw him seated and drinking heavily from a bottle, but as soon as my eyes locked with his, I saw that they were not drenched by drink but instead it fueled what looked like burning hate.

I screamed my lungs hoarse as the huge demon pounced on me, picking me up by the legs and shoulders and practically throwing me into the air as he lifted me up to his face.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!" He planted a sandpaper-like kiss on my forehead, ignoring (or perhaps enjoying) the yells that continued to blast from my chest. He put me down on the bed as I started to calm myself. "Always screaming, aren't you? Here's something for you to scream at, come, look!"

He gestured towards a large mirror while the rope snaked off of me, to coil in his hand like a loyal pet. My front was exposed, but my body seemed unchanged, unlike his cryptic talk seemed to suggest. He ripped his robe from me and roughly turned me around so that my large backside and bare back were shown.

My hands found their way onto my body again as I prodded where the scars should be. Instead, my skin was smooth... and patterned orange and black like some intricate tattoo. I prodded it with my fingers. There was no feeling there.

"I was afraid that I truly broke you when your body started to shake and go hot," the beast was now beside me, offering the robe back to me. "but it seems it was only my curse."

I walked calmly away from him, something in my mind snapping further than it already had. But I had to know something. My hand wrapped around one of his metal blades and I tried to slice myself. Though he roared in protest at first, it proved ineffective in piercing me.

I looked into his eyes. We stared at each other. We had no hope of an answer to our questions.