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Do you live your life in boredom? Are you so content with what you have that you don’t have a need to get more things to make your living space comfortable? And are you always alone at night to a point where you only come home to sleep?

If you answered these with a yes, then you must Aku.

No no, not the Aku you might know as the all-powerful omnipotent tyrant who ruled the world of present and future timelines. This one didn’t go flaunting his seemingly limitless power and made others lesser than him bend to his will until a noble samurai came rushing into the heat of battle ready to slay him with a magic sword.

This Aku was the tall being walking through the rain with an umbrella towards the village nearby, calmly keeping his gaze forward as to not be fazed by the occasional lightning strike that left the sky roaring above. His umbrella was not made of metal, so it was only a matter of how much of a downpour things were going to turn out to be that was his concern rather than being struck down.

The lights of the homes staying on the outskirts greeted him, so he was sure to be quick walking past the windows as to not disturb the people. The problem with standing over everyone by a few heads is that it’s easy to be assumed you’re up to no good. And being one of a mostly inky black coloration didn’t help Aku seem like a good guy when that’s all he was. Granted, the bangles and rings adorned on his horns and other parts of his body probably made him look evil from a financial stance, but those were only for show. They totally weren’t pristine gold molded into jewelry from a time long since eroded into history.

He could only come through this village at night, so he made sure he mapped out his destination so he didn’t get distracted on his stroll. He heard cats snarling in alleyways, ignoring them but wishing he could offer them a different impression than what his initial presence allowed them. Thankfully, he didn’t hear departing or running footsteps behind him, so he felt that tonight would be a good time to stop by his favorite ramen shop to escape the rain.

Stepping in through the cloth-covered doorway, Aku rung out his umbrella and let it sit in a corner away from the spares so he didn’t accidentally grab any on his way out should he need to hurry. Once he did, he took a seat at the farthest right table and crossed his legs to make himself shorter. However, he was still tall enough to have to look down at someone standing directly behind him-not counting his bejeweled horns.

Some time of silent waiting later, he heard the shopkeep come out of the back, smiling as their arrival always seem to carry a carefree yet careful air that marked of a man who lived his life to its best until old age brought him down to a settlement he adapted to for the years to come. And they were blind so he didn’t have to worry about them getting a heart attack looking at him.

“Greetings, Sir Pi’ycho. I have come for my regular.” Aku spoke clearly and with respect in mind, for had he not discovered the old man’s ailment he would never be able to escape the confines of his cherry blossom home and be doomed to staying there for the rest of time until someone happened upon him and killed him.

“Ah, my friend.” That tired, wispy voice let Aku know that the stocky human had been working all day. His daughter must have been sick or tending to her children. “Will it be spicy this time or regular?”

“Hmm…” The offer was definitely a new one, since Aku always just got his normal serving of common ramen made to have one’s taste buds jump for joy, but he was never one to deny Pi’ycho the opportunity to have multiple ways to “surprise him” if asked. “Perhaps spicy. I have avoided the prospect long enough and I would like to expand my palette sometime soon so I do not bore you with my simple orders.”

“Oh come off it. Just making ramen’s as easy as chopping pork with a hot knife. Coming right up.” The old man dismissively waved at Aku and disappeared into his back room, which was a kitchen once the lights above showed what actually transpired in there, and the demon left his pay on the countertop near the register as he always did. And he always overpaid, for he never wanted this shop to close because of a lack of funding and he himself didn’t need money.

Aku waited patiently, letting his senses extend from just the shop to the village around it and hearing the calm and quiet whispers of citizens preparing for bed or praying to the gods that the storm doesn’t become a monsoon that floods the streets. It was a rational fear, the latter, for none of the houses stood above each other and it was easy to have one’s home swamped with a wave as time has proven again and again on rare occasions. He felt a lone child quivering in fear along the southern end of the village thinking that the skies were angry with them and wanted to strike them down for a simple matter of eating a cookie he shouldn’t have. The demon wouldn’t have that, and lent some of his calm to the little one so that they could sleep. He made sure never to give too much, for he knows that his presence can be quite traumatizing to a simple human if he overextended himself.

Pi’ycho came around just as Aku’s mind returned to its normal perceptions of the world, a steaming bowl of ramen being pushed towards him while the money owed was dispensed into a register hidden from the naked eye-but not a trained mind’s eye. The demon licked his lips, procuring a set of chopsticks and removing the cover that protected the food from any pests that flew in while the old man cooked.

Noodles as thick as the red robes the demon wore, greens to not only accentuate the flavor of the soup but also spice things up on their own, pork chunks to provide a meaty flavor for a curious tongue, and devil sauce to lend a rather incendiary aftertaste to the contents greeted Aku. He loved a good, simple meal that Pi’ycho seemed adept in making on a casual day no matter his mood and being one of the few brave enough to want to sample the cook’s special sauce. Aku always asked why it was called “devil sauce” and why so few people ever got a taste of it, but no amount of questions or sneaky mind reading gave him the answer he wanted.

He took a bite, making sure not to slurp the noodles laced with pork and veggies, and hummed in delight at the strong flavor that assaulted his taste buds. The warmth that dripped down into his belly was such a treat that he was already scooping out another self-serving to chomp down to chunks to swallow. It wasn’t until he tipped his head back to get it all into his mouth did he notice Pi’ycho staring at him.

His gaze was a far cry from his normal; gone was the cheerful look of somebody who just lived life and didn’t get the short stick on the draw, and in its place was one of worry and knowing. Aku gazed back in concern, pausing his eating with his chopsticks ready to continue should it be nothing.

“I know what you are. What you really are.” Aku froze-though he was already stock still-and his eyes went wide as the blind shopkeep gave him the look of someone who read him like a detailed telling of a war.

“...So you do.” The demon tried his best not to be unfazed, but it was too late, the old human was shaking his head.

“There’s a reason why nobody eats my sauce...It’s only made for catching criminals trying to steal and beings that ain’t human...and since all you’ve done for my shop is give, give, give….”

Aku pieced it together just as Pi’ycho finished his statement, eyeing the blackish red tint that the sauce in question left his soup and giving it a whiff deep enough to catch a hint of something: magic. His gaze returned to the human just in time to see him turning the shop’s lights off.

“I know you mean-*click*-well...but my daughter refuses to work here unless you don’t come back. These old bones can’t cook forever and I don’t wanna lose this place-my great grandfather ran it a long time ago and passed it down with each generation. So consider that bowl your last meal around here ...I'm sorry ...friend…” Hearing it from Pi’ycho made it sound remorseful, and Aku held back a tear of sorrow as the old man left him in the lobby and all was dark.

The demon sighed as quietly as he could manage, nearly losing his appetite right then and there, but not wanting to sully the human’s cooking by being petty and scorning his food because he needed to not return for the sake of the shop’s future he ate on. Each bite felt like an hour passing, every twinge of spice making his tongue spark up with the flavor it all offered though growing to be half-hearted since its presence was what revealed him to his favorite chef until he was down to the soup. Aku stared at himself in his rippling reflection, trying not to internally curse himself for being who he is, before bringing the bowl to his lips and chugging the remainders of his serving down. He couldn’t even sigh in satisfaction, knowing that by finishing his ramen he was now outcast and banned from coming back to this quaint little shop. He grabbed a nearby napkin to dab his mouth clean rather than use his arm to wipe off the remnants of soup, standing up to his full height and walking over to retrieve his umbrella. Before he could leave, he angrily stepped back to the countertop and slammed something on the wooden surface before officially leaving.

Pi’ycho’s ears shot up hearing that, coming back out from crying about losing one of his most generous customers and feeling around for where he heard the impact. What his hands came across made him take in a slow breath….

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Aku’s frustration with this turn of events made the fires of his brow and chin glow from beneath his umbrella, nearly making him forget to be fleeting with passing by homes that had yet to fall asleep so he didn’t disturb innocents. Pi’ycho’s daughter…

She ruined the only time Aku ever had to not feel like he was to be forever ostracized for being an entity born when the Earth was first created and undying. He could not help that his origin was made out to be the sad prophesy of a being who was to destroy the planet and take all life with it as it lived on, the old fool who wrote it all those millennia ago was one who could never accept the idea of someone non-human and sapient being nice to others without seeking gain. Unfortunately, no one believed otherwise when they read the tale of his birth so he could not go anywhere without being greeted to a crowd of terrorized citizens running away in hopes of not being enslaved.

Aku didn’t even realize that his legs had brought him home until he was about to walk face-first into one of the porch beams. Being shaken out of his livid stupor, he sighed to let the flames on his face calm before going inside.

His home was dark, as he needed no light to see anything with his immense levels of perception, but it helped cast a mood over Aku’s head as he deposited his umbrella by his front door and opened his robes. He felt ashamed, feeling his cold, black essence against his hands and feeling a nip of remorse hit when he disturbed his bellyful of ramen. He shouldn’t be miffed, he should be trying to better himself but….

That ramen shop was all he had for socializing with someone!

He wanted to punch something, but not wanting to do more than just put a hole in his walls or floors, he quickly made a dash for his bathroom and got a tub running with hot water. He panted, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute within his obsidian chest, and nearly got his robes wet stepping into the sud-covered waters.

Aku felt a bit of relief course through him but he needed more, so he waved his hand around until candles situated themselves around the tub he sat in. They lit up with a flick of his finger and the smell of jasmine began to fill the bathroom to a point where no pocket of air was clear. He slowly relaxed, letting his body droop deeper into the water until only his head remained above the surface and felt his anger ebb away with each breath he took. This was better….feeling the hot waters leech your stressful emotions away with each ripple that pushed waves near your chin…

Aku felt his smile return and within time he was able to sigh out in the contentedness he greeted the night with when he left for ramen with Pi’ycho. His resentment for the old man’s daughter was gone, realizing that perhaps she couldn’t come to trust him since she lost her mother to monsters from another realm and wouldn’t accept any good words from the old human. His coming-to-understand left the last of his bad mood fade away and all that remained was a happy entity…

At least, until him being relaxed stirred something down below.

Aku thought his body was playing tricks on him that his mind didn’t call for, but when he felt tender flesh being greeted to a hot bath he opened his eyes and saw-with a pout-that he was erect. He stared at his black cock, wondering just exactly how it found a means to get hard at a time like this. This isn’t even the first time it’s made itself known with no external stimuli; Aku’s gotten hard on his walks, smelling flowers, eating ramen-much to his chagrin-and just looking up to the stars at night. Its reasoning to leave its presence etched never convinced Aku that it belonged there and he always felt that its size should not be a reason to scare any onlookers.

It’s not his fault being a shapeshifter left it permanently at a tall size lined with ridges and as thick as a can.

He gazed upon the tip, watching it dare drip some precum into his bath water, before it throbbed with a power he doubled over from. Damn, must be that time of the year ...being angry that he got kicked out and banned made him forget to set his mental wards and now he was stuck with an erection looking mighty eager to put itself somewhere warmer than just a body of water.

As much as Aku wanted to torture his own body by not giving it what it direly needed at the moment, he knew ignoring another Rut season would make him….unsavory. A monster in Rut was a savage, and a demon in Rut was a dominating force to fear.

So imagine a powerful demon with more than enough capable power to transform into a monster should he wish to in Rut.

He bit his lip as he reached out to grab onto the portion of meat still submerged in the water, thankful that his cock head hadn’t stuck out from some patches of soap that still remained on the water’s surface while he began to give his body some attention. Right away, that dollop of arousal oozed down his length, making his shaft glisten brighter than it already had in the candlelight before it got mixed in with the bath water. Despite knowing he’d probably need another bath to actually clean himself, Aku continued to tease himself and let his dick drool its fluids.

Along the way, Aku’s face grew hot, his body knowing that this was just some kind of hair-brained attempt to deny it of what it truly desired but his hand not stopping anytime soon. His bath water was thicker, feeling more like oils for a massage rather than a cleansing liquid. Things got to a point where his thoughts began to trail into much...darker thoughts.

He was in his room, pinning a face he didn’t know into his pillows while the cock he stroked was impaling their body. Despite it being a lewd daydream, it felt like his cock was drilling through the stranger as it happened in his mind. He could tell this Rut would be a serious problem in the future, but masturbation was all he had since he wouldn’t dream of kidnapping a human to satiate his needs. So he pleaded with his body to give him time to quell its desires, just in time for another body-quaking shot of precum to come out with a pulse that left veins throbbing on the surface of Aku’s black endowment. His true discharge had yet to come, which was a problem for his hand since he was growing weary of pumping it for so long.

For a split second, he wondered if he could just extend his neck like a dragon so he could suck himself off, but he’s used that trick in the past when Rut grew to this point and he could tell that it wouldn’t give him the relief he needed to be at peace. Stuck, he was left to continue dirtying his bath water.

Once he had gone fifteen minutes of non-stop cock rubbing, Aku had to stop. His wrist was starting to ache from the effort and it was getting more and more hopeless with his loins’ refusal to start brewing a load for him. His water was foggy despite the lack of seed in it, feeling like cooling tar to the demon as he lifted his arm out of the water to rest it. His candles had all burnt to their limits, wax threatening to drip into the tub and make a bigger mess. So Aku snuffed their flames out with a wave of his free hand and got rid of them so he could exit the water.

Draining it all down was good enough for him, so all he had to worry about was the fact that he smelled like he had someone rub their sweaty erection on him and left him to clean it up only to fail. His folded robes had been his pillow while he “got busy” so it was easy to will them back on over his still-present boner and groan in frustration as the size of it left a very obvious tent. So long as it wasn’t sticking out for anything to see, he’ll b-

The window to his bathroom flashed red instead of the normal bluish white, catching the riled-up demon’s attention in time for him to see it happen again more clearly. He was not mistaken; red lightning was focusing down somewhere in the woodlands away from his home and from what he could tell it was not just a rare, somewhat harmless phenomenon.

It was a summoning. A summoning of something evil…

Aku dared check on his sword, giving it a look-see for any signs of rust or blunted edges and coming up with nothing but its prestigious sharpness after having run out of his bathroom. However, he felt that he may not need it and departed from his home right away. The rain had stopped but the paths were still murky with mud and loose grass that Aku will have to get up when this was over.

The red glow in the forest made whatever was happening clear as day for Aku, so he simply had to follow after it so he knew where to look. The storm above still made crackling booms, but he was sure there were more dire things at hand here than just some lightning of a different color.

He broke through a clearing, his robes starting to be pushed back by an ongoing gust of wind that seemed to be blowing out of the….portal in the ground. Yes, there it was in the middle of the grasslands surrounded by the trees at the edges of the area, sparking with the same red electricity as from above and swirling with a darkness that only spoke of evil. For a moment, Aku thought of whoever was behind this and an evil idea of letting them do as they pleased to the villagers for being so resentful of his very being. But he snuffed it out like a candle-he was not that Aku. He was Aku, the demon shogun of China born to keep it protected from dangers of any kind.

However, none of his self-taught training had him prepared for interdimensional portals. He knows what a portal through time looks like, and this was none of such. And with how red the portal was on its exterior he had a fleeting thought that he was about to meet his match for the first time in eons.

Though he was relieved to see not a set of familiar horns rising out from the portal’s entrance, but a staff imbued with an energy that exuded the kind of malevolence that Aku would expect from a being with ill intent. The magic stick continued coming out until the being holding it up began to come into view. Aku noted that they were only tall enough to reach his waistline and hurriedly checked to make sure his boner wasn’t making him obvious before tying his robe tighter as a precaution as the lightning made one last strike to the area.

The portal was closed and the figure’s all-black visage gained the colors they were supposed to have.

Red eyes were the first thing Aku noted as the most prominent feature of this new being’s presence, followed by the eerily green glow from their staff, which the demon realized was exerting a magic pressure that radiated something akin to gaseous fear; the figure was clad in red robes that looked worn with time hooded to hide the face within, barely holding back the frame that seemed well-built despite the figure’s status as some sort of evil warlock; and their yellow teeth was glistening in the light of their weapon of choice so Aku came to one conclusion.

An evil orc warlock.

Who, after the demon stopped examining their bare, bandaged feet, was staring right at Aku now that the storm wasn’t a disturbance in the air. He went tense and felt a presence rush towards him that the naked eye would never be able to catch, feeling it disperse before him in an invisible gas and prompting the warlock to actually move from his statue-esque stillness.

“Power...to contest mine…” The orc spoke with a duality that made Aku certain they were up to no good, bringing his arms from being folded together to hide his crotch from general view to crossing them over his chest. “It is you I seek…”

The demon cleared his throat, for his voice had gone gravelly when he was busy...tending to himself earlier. “And what of me do you seem to want, stranger?”

The orc made one step closer towards Aku, his malicious presence in the world making the grass at his naked feet die on contact and turn into gray earth. “I want ...your power…”

“Apologies, good sir, but I simply cannot give it to you. It is etched into my very being and I do not see a means to rip it from me on your hands.”

The orc seemed amused by Aku’s unwavering bravado, because the laughter he spewed out of his rugged mouth was both taunting yet filled with an honest humored tone. But as quickly as they started, they went back to standing there like an ominous oracle and pointed to Aku. “I will have you….”

“Not a chance.”

Aku’s defiance was greeted by the orc’s fingertip glowing a rather ghastly gray, only for a stream of skulls made of black flames to shoot out and launch towards him. Violence so soon? The demon would have taken the warlock to be a bit considerate for a little preparation on short notice.

Then again, he is evil and wanted Aku’s power for himself.

The skulls were getting close enough to come in contact with him, so Aku reached out to make them stop. As soon as he did, the force opposing the one he just imployed to the projectiles thrashed against his hold like a stampeding horde of bulls and he actually felt a bit of effort was needed to properly hold the attack away from him. Though once he was sure he wouldn’t slip, he forced the flaming bone structures to his right and changed it into something friendly.

The warlock’s eyes seemed to glow brighter as Aku seamlessly transformed the evil energy into something blank and lost, the skulls’ flames turning white while their direction seemed uncertain and guideless. He tried to command it again, but their ties to his power were severed beyond repair and soon they all faded into nothing.

“Treachery...an adversary who fights naught with raw strength...but finesse…” Aku felt a beam of pride run through him, only to have it ripped back out with the orc’s next set of words: “Weak ...a fool’s dream…”

“You will be wise to understand why I take to battles in this scenario without pure domination in mind. There’s much better ways to settle disputes than just screaming death threats and battle cries while hurling power at each other.”

“You make your downfall certain.” The orc’s staff began to go from glowing a ghoulish green to a poisonous purple, the clouds above being pulled down to the clearing the two combatants before being converted into what Aku assumed was a blanket of toxins until a platemail-covered foot began to drop down from inside. Once he saw bones lining its length, he felt the hilt of his sword tap his arm from within his sleeve as a skeleton armed to the teeth with weaponry from its four arms fall out of the portal that the orc manifested from thin air. Two axes and two broadswords glinted in the waxing moonlight and reflected Aku’s visage to himself until the beast caught him in its sights. Right away, it stormed after Aku and when it went for a slash he yanked his blade out to block the assault. He’ll give the warlock credit; the monster didn’t swing in blind rage that it was brought back to life against its will as it attacked the demon, it attacked with a precision and careful thinking to actually get him to not underestimate its capabilities. Must have been a war hero that was felled by other means than the heat of battle. Just as one of its arcing slashes that would have rent any living mortal into pieces had it landed, Aku felt his foot step into something as viscous as tar and nearly had his sword knocked out of his hands blocking the attack. When the shock made him step back again, his other foot was trapped within and one look towards the orc with his palm out towards the demon confirmed that he was behind the sudden trap.

The skeleton was on him again, but its analytic strikes were going lower to try and cut Aku’s legs off so he had to act fast before he was blindsided by a double-sided onslaught. As he feared, the skeleton decided to go for both sides since he only had one sword but he threw his robes off into the air just in time to go from his normal demon self into a hummingbird small enough to avoid the skeleton’s weapons embedding themselves into his body. Mind you, no weapon not made of the runes inscribed into their body to imbue them with a magic could harm Aku but he wanted to make sure he made no mistake in denying this orc free reign to siphoning his body of his power without his consent. Once his avian body was high enough that the skeleton’s head was within reach, he began to rapidly transform back to normal, pulling his sword up from the ground below and slashing at the monster’s neck.

Contact.

The beast’s head was sliced clean off and its body slowly fell to pieces as its means to conduct action was rent from use and thus it dispersed in a flurry of shadow bats that flew off into the night. Aku didn’t let his victory keep him from focus, for he had to leave himself naked to pull it off and he still felt his erection bobbing between his legs, so he hurriedly slid his robes back on before falling back to earth like a feather.

The orc’s gaze was locked onto his, those teeth curled back to what Aku triumphantly assumed was a snarl of frustration at his rebellion to fall by his hand and making the demon brace himself for another onslaught of attacks. But they never came, and the orc began to tremble before he fell to the ground in a heap.

Aku quickly sheathed his sword into his robe’s sleeve and came over, carefully as to not accidentally kick the warlock with his approach and bringing himself down to a knee to check on them. With their staff out of mind and grasp, it was just a dim lantern on a stick, so Aku didn’t have to worry about this being a surprise attack while he examined the body. Still breathing, and from the looks of the intake lethargic, so Aku feels that the warlock might have overexerted himself in his effort to subdue the demon for some evil plot. Aku boldly lifted the warlock into his arms, leaving his staff out of reach with a telekinetic force to keep it to his side, and leaving the clearing behind where the signs of their battle remained.

The orc felt lifeless in Aku’s hands, making him worry that he might have overdone himself with fending the the guy off from having his body for ill will, but each wispy breath from that tusked maw reminded the demon that his assailant was very much alive. And with the walk home somewhat long, it left Aku to think.

Who was this warlock, and how did they have such an adept skill in the likes of necromancy? Aku wouldn’t dream of disturbing one’s peaceful rest to make them fight for him when he was more than capable to hold his own, but this orc had done so without so much as a visible price to pay for his spells. They were definitely someone to fear, wherever they came from, and Aku was glad he didn’t let one mistake cost him his freedom into a life of eternal suffering due to his immortality. Though, since they were clearly out of it, Aku decided to take a dive into their mind and poke around as precisely and precariously as he could to avoid a trap. A lingering thought grace his invasion in the form of what he assumed was a phrase: Gul’Dan...

The cherry blossom trees greeted the demon as he came back into reality left unsure in his thoughts, making a hard right turn so that he was brought to the entrance to his hidden home. It was a silly ward to make sure travellers didn’t happen upon his house but he didn’t want to think of his house being ransacked by bandits with the capabilities that the unconscious orc in his hands had. He stepped inside, making sure not to bump the warlock’s head at the doorway and letting their staff rest below his sword’s holding place now that it was back where it originally was. Now was just a matter of seeing if the orc was hurt…

Aku swallowed embarrassment back so he didn’t do something drastic as he brought the orc onto his floor, laying them out as gently as possible before letting their hood fall back and show their waning head of hair spilling out over the wood. The orc had a beard that nearly encompassed his lower lip, showing signs of obvious age with the gray hairs tinting both portions of his head, so Aku took note that the warlock was old before opening the rest.

Bandages. Bandages were everywhere on his body, the glowing wounds beneath the filthy coverage suggesting penance to Aku. He felt sick, for self-pain for power was never a good path to go down, but he knew the warlock probably had his reasons to indulge in powers that would tear an innocent man’s soul apart into a million pieces. The more he unveiled, the more he noticed that despite the orc’s waning years, his body still looked prime. The only thing that would make that not apparent were the scars adorned all over the warlock.

Aku had gotten so busy checking for bleeding that he had opened the robes past his assailant’s crotch and got an eyeful of a bearskin-covered bulge tucked away in washed-out trousers. He blushed, for they were quite sizable despite themselves, though he held his tongue from making a comment in case he come off as a pervert while shedding those off to keep on task.

His search continued, going down those legs to those big feet and breathing out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding at the lack of fresh wounds. Though, this was only the orc’s front and Aku knew he’d have to turn him around sooner or later. Suppressing the need to clear his throat, Aku slowly flipped his guest onto his stomach and bit back bile.

Their back was a war zone; each laceration that was wrapped into a bandage looked ready to break out and bleed anew; odd, black protrusions resided around the orc’s shoulder blades like he had been stabbed by metal pipes and never had the energy to rip them out or have them safely removed in his time of being alive; and the muscles of their build made it so his spine looked like it narrowly escaped being broken with all of the stuff going on with that dark green skin. Aku still had to look for wounds, so once he came up short looking up and down the warlock’s back, he moved to ogle the warlock’s backside and sucked in air at what he saw.

Thanks to the orc’s build, he had a bubbly yet firm butt peeking out from beneath the bearskin loincloth. Even now, Aku could tell that there was barely a shred of hair between the cheeks and some sick part of him wondered just how attentive the orc was in taking care of his own body in terms of hygiene. Though he quickly got rid of that thought before it made his ever-present erection worse in the confines of his own robes, and went back to looking for battle damage. But just when he started checking those soles for an open cut that was freshly bleeding…

“Ahem.” Aku’s eyes shot up and he fell back onto his ass as the orc was not only awake but gazing back at him with those glowing red eyes. Without a hood hiding his face, that snarl actually looked quite intimidating. But Aku preferred it better being shrouded so he recovered before it seemed he was genuinely frightened. The orc didn’t break eye contact with the demon, not even when he rose to his feet without even bending a knee or using his arm to aid himself, and left Aku glad that by doing so his loincloth concealed those buttocks from his general view of the warlock. “Where...have you taken me?”

The shogun cleared his throat, seeing as it was a good time to do so, and answered before the orc started making assumptions. “You are in my home. I whisked you away from where you had fallen unconscious and brought you here to recover properly. There is no point in continuing a fight if one of the combatants has fallen under.”

“I was not unconscious…” Wait, so does that mean...Aku gave him a look-see...with him...Oh dear. “My body was simply getting its stamina back...from exerting myself again so soon.”

“I’m guessing travelling through realms where you do not herald is a taxing endeavor on your body?” Aku’s guess was spot-on, for the warlock nodded and looked away.

“It is a very draining exercise, but it is necessary to use the resources ...to find a source of power on the other side and use them to refill on vitality so I am not left as you saw me in the middle of our contest of powers…”

“I see.” So Aku would have been siphoned like the orc was an energy vampire had he simply granted him his demand for power. “Still, I don’t think commanding me to submit mine to you would have gotten you any to begin with even if I did not defend myself.”

“I was making sure you were actually the power...that the portal brought me towards….It is quite a letdown to be taken to a realm where the highest power...is weaker than my left nut.” Aku caught onto the lingo of what that meant but he didn’t make any apprehensive noise on it since the orc decided to fall over like he wasted all of his vitality getting up. The demon caught him, of course, but held him gingerly as to not suggest possessiveness. “Even now...I am barely able to sustain without an energy source...Where is my staff?”

“I put it away. There will be no more fighting unless you attack me first again, so trust me when I say this is a safe haven for both of us.” Aku moved the orc around until they were sufficiently wrapped in a bridal hold within the demon’s arms, looking the warlock in his amber eyes without a hint of fear. “I don’t know what you intended to do with my power if I handed it over without a fight, but I will withhold from granting you your wish until you either tell me why you need it or you’ll have to find someone else.”

“If you do not...I will begin to perish…” The warlock coughed into Aku’s robe, making him pull it away from the orc’s spittle and felt a shudder run up his back as the weakened fella retreated into his robes instead of aiming elsewhere.

“This is quite the...ultimatum you’re shoving onto me ...Can't you just tell me...and can you please not do that?” Aku wanted this to be a serious conversation, but the second he felt those lips on his chest the orc seemed to think the demon was a mother with breasts and started sucking on his body like he’d find a nipple. Granted, Aku did have nubs in there but he was pretty sure milk was the last thing he could produce. He hoped.

Either way that cold tongue was uncomfortably slimy on him and it didn’t sit well.

The warlock pulled away, shamelessly letting his moist tongue hang out of his mouth before sucking it back inside. “I need your power, simple as that...However means I must take to get it...I will take it if it means extending my immortality…”

“But...doesn’t that make it pointless to need my power?”

“Fool...I am immortal with my power...if I don’t have any, I am a husk ...that cannot move…”

“Hmmm…” Now Aku understood. If the orc was too weak, then he’d perish as his power couldn’t hold back from withholding his age catching up to him. Even now, more gray hairs were growing on that beard and some of the fresh ones were falling out. The demon didn’t want them to die in his hands-for as far as he knew they were just harmlessly travelling through the infinite realms looking to stay alive by any means necessary as they said-so he looked around in his dimly lit home for something. And for a moment, nothing but the orc’s coughing filled the place with white noise up until Aku spotted what he was looking for.

A golden chalice inscribed with ancient drawings depicting a scene that he would never tell a soul.

He didn’t remember if this was his sweat cup or his mess cup, but he figured that since his whole body contained a portion of his near limitless power that it will suffice for what he was about to do. As soon as another coughing fit from the orc ended, Aku brought the chalice to their lips and tipped it into their mouth before it was closed. Right away, those red eyes shot open from the lethargic gaze they were giving to the ceiling and quickly they ravenously gulped Aku’s essence down. They got every last drop inside their body, almost taking the chalice to lick it clean, only for the demon to pull it away and give the warlock some room to breathe but keeping him in their arms.

Another coughing fit ran through them, though not as deadly as they were a few moments ago, and right after they went slack. Aku looked around, feeling as if he might have given too much to the orc before their hand reached up and grabbed his chest.

“Thank you…” Their red eyes, imbued with pure evil and promising death to all those who stared too far into their blazing oceans, were grateful when Aku looked down to see the orc speaking. They took a better rest within his arms but he knew they weren’t about to perish as they said and the effects of their age reversed so it looked as if nothing happened.

Aku sighed in relief, glad he was still of some assistance to just about anyone in the years of doing nothing but being a calming force for some mortal in a panic, unconsciously rocking the orc in his arms before letting the adrenaline fall. He took a sniff of the air and recoiled.

The both of them reeked.

Aku’s excuse was that he was still sweaty and covered in dried recesses of his endowment’s discharges from his earlier bath, but he didn’t know what the warlock had done prior to his arrival to Aku’s realm but he smelled a lot more than like death. He held back the urge to pin a clothespin to his nose as he made a mad dash for the bathroom.

His tub was the only thing that could fit them both, so he shed his robes off and prayed the orc wouldn’t look down at his bobbing cock as the water cut on. Aku was seconds from laying the warlock inside, but the demon remembered all the bandages covering those scars and bit his lip. Should he chance letting those wounds be embraced by waters meant to soothe and heal, or should he just let the orc bathe with his own filthy bands? The peaceful expression on their face was one that carried infection, but if they were as immortal as they said they were and having just received some of Aku’s power to sustain their life…

The cumbersome warlock’s eyes gazed back up to Aku, watching him hold his hand over their body like a claw from a wolf. Wrappings began to unroll off the orc’s body and his scars were left to take in the warm air of the bathroom being aided by the hot water in the tub. Before they could question him, Aku was already bringing them into the soap vat with him holding them close and carefully letting them have their own space.

He kept his endowment pinned under the surface with his feet so he didn’t have to worry about it shooting up and ruining the moment.

“What is the meaning...of this?” The orc’s paced speech didn’t ebb away the authoritative tone of his voice, and those red eyes narrowing was more than enough to assert himself.

“I didn’t want your scars...getting infected by bathing with dirty bandages. I’m having them cleaned.” Aku nudged a thumb to the side, letting the warlock see those stained wrappings get scrubbed by an unseeable force holding a scrubbing brush and soap. They seemed rather interested in the sight of inanimate objects being moved without hands, but after a minute of seeing those wrappings go from dirty to clean with each splash, they were back to looking Aku in the eye. He was ready to be verbally lashed at for removing them without permission but the orc continued to surprise him.

“Thank you...demon. A kind gesture for someone of your stature.” Aku won’t lie, being able to look at the orc breathe physically was making him think about that butt again. And his cock responded in kind from the nearly scalding depths.

“It is my duty to help others in their time of need. I just hope to see you well enough to be in shape for anything that comes your way.”

“I don’t know.” The demon made a curious hum at that. “Your power...as it rests in me...It revitalized me almost instantly…”

“Well, it comes from how I was made. I was born from the conflict of higher powers and left to live on earth. I am not infinite but I am undying provided without the proper means to end me. My power does not have a finite supply.”

This fact dump seemed to silence the warlock, and for a good few minutes they did naught but sit there and sit in the cleansing waters of Aku’s tub. The demon himself wished that he could properly relax alongside the man, but his erection wouldn’t stop throbbing.

Things were getting to a point where his thoughts acknowledging its current state made it eject precum into the waters again, making him curse as he’d need another bath alongside the warlock if things got too murky. He carefully moved his feet around to try and pin his cock to his body so he would try and hide it from view, but he made one mistake.

The tip touched the warlock’s leg.

And right away, the orc’s eyes were open and gazing at Aku. He bit his lip and tried to appear smaller despite his bejeweled horns not allowing any of that as he tried to right himself before he slipped. But he wasn’t betting on the orc’s reaction to just be staring at him while he tried to be decent in spite of both of them being naked underwater. Aku knew he was caught but he still fumbled with his endowment to still made things right.

“My apologies...I am having a bit of difficulty…”calming down”, so to speak. It’s been like this all night since I returned from a meal and I can’t make it go away.”

“You are horny.” Aku felt a nail get hammered into his head at that and flinched. Yes, he was. Unbearably so. But he didn’t have the heart to agree.

“If that’s the way you see it….”

“It’s not a matter of perspective. You are aroused, pure and simple.” The orc’s blunt tone felt like he were a parent and Aku the teenager dealing with raging hormones. Frankly, the scene was steadily turning out to be that way since the orc’s gaze went from curious to chastising in mere moments. “You would rather lie about it and shirk it away like it shouldn’t exist? It will never go away like that.”

“I know…” He did. Honestly.

“Then why do you fight?”

“Because it’s a nuisance. I am a demon of peace, not an incubus...If I wanted to be cursed to have a Rut every month that nearly leaves me debilitated and house-ridden until it fades away, I would have personally asked the gods that birthed me to do so.” Aku voiced his frustrations out to a stranger he barely knew and didn’t feel the realization until he felt his erection nearly slip out from between his feet and break through the surface. “I’m sorry...it’s just been a glaring problem as of late and it’s made trying to be friendly with others a mess…”

“Cure it.” The orc’s words felt like a command from hypnotism, but Aku was neither affected nor fazed.

“I did that...before I came across you...didn’t work as I had hoped…”

This seemed to make the warlock’s interest peak to a new height that made Aku sweatdrop. “So you came into battle, armed with a skill that others would dream of….horny?”

“When you put it like that, you make it sound silly ...but yes ...I was still aroused the whole time we fought...it doesn’t go away until I go to sleep and forget about it.”

“Hmmm…” Aku wasn’t sure if he should like the fact that the orc was thinking about what he said, so he used the moment to escape the tub and try to retain some decency as his erection was now free to bob in the bathroom’s atmosphere and twitch between his legs like the black monster it was. Unfortunately for the demon, the warlock’s gaze fixated on its reappearance and a rumble of approval from them made Aku blush from where he stood. “Quite gifted you are...Mixed species?”

“I can...shapeshift as I so please...I tended to turn into a dragon in my youth...to match the times of where others roamed the earth ...and it...stuck to me once the era passed.”

“Interesting.” And there’s another nervous sweat to go down Aku’s temple. He looked around for a dry towel like the one he used to hurriedly prepare to fend off evil and cursed himself under his breath as he saw that he had left it outside the bathroom. So if he wanted to be decent…

He’d have to put his robes back on and soak them before drying off properly or walk out with the warlock to get dry together…

And sadly, the orc rose from the waters at that ultimatum to further make the decision for the demon. The bandages, having long since been bleached clean to a freshness they’ve probably never had in a long time, were being lifted out of the bucket and rang out in the air. Aku witnessed the orc reapplying them to their proper places without even lifting a finger nor looking at them and couldn’t help but be impressed.

But he hadn’t watched closely enough because the orc had been walking towards him while it happened.

Aku jumped when he felt hands on his cock and tried to back away so it wasn’t in the warlock’s grasp but backed himself into the door. And it was a pull, so he was truly trapped now. The orc’s hands explored the surface of that black meat, fleeting when it came to brushing over the tip, but still being enough of a tease to make the demon tremble while shooting precum out of his underutilised shaft. This was made worse when during another volley of arousal the orc decided to shoot forward and lick up the underside of Aku’s dick and cleanse it of runoff while catching the last few shots of pre.

This was getting much for him, especially since the closest thing to this was the rare occasion where his cock had grown so much from being left unattended that all he had to do to reach it was a simple dip-in with his neck so he could suck himself to completion, and that had been so long ago that a mouth that wasn’t his was like it happening for the first time all over again. The orc’s maw seemed fitted for the task it was being given by its owner, which Aku thought would be one way to escape the assault of pleasure to his repressed systems yet only denied the opportunity as the warlock went from just gracing the head to giving the entirety that made it down his throat a massage.

Aku wasn’t sure how he lasted even this long, because once upon a time a cherry blossom’s falling managed to touch his cock from his bedroom window and it made him jizz in his sleep without him aware until he woke up, but it looks like the enclosure that the orc had him wrapped snugly into was going to do him in any second now. And they weren’t pulling off.

“Give me your power.” That voice...he never even felt the orc invade his mind to add his presence there to speak, but it had taken him off guard and left him to feel the full crash of the bliss racking Aku’s mind...

The demon shouted, feeling his hand idly snake around to the back of the warlock’s head and keeping him pinned against the hairless base of Aku’s cock while it began to pulsate and splurt his seed. Black gunk took up space within the orc’s stomach, making it plump out from the nearly-starved state it had been in when the kind entity disrobed the green traveler, and not one drop was left behind in his mouth when they tried to pull back against Aku’s grasp to swallow it properly instead of receiving it. But the demon’s palm wouldn’t budge, leaving them without a taste and just a swelling stomach that slowly grew into a taut musclegut beneath their bandaged chest.

When Aku felt that he was without air in his lungs-despite not needing oxygen-he gasped and his load subsided right then and there, falling slack against the door as the orc used the opportunity to pull back properly. He could hear every *schluck* of those lips trying to egg the demon on, and for a moment a rising sensation proved to be exactly what the warlock was looking for from him, but he wasn’t that much of a hair trigger and they finally released him. A dollop of Aku’s spicy essence remained on their tongue, to which the orc slurped it to the back of his throat and gulped audibly for Aku to hear.

He shuddered.

Now that he was spent, he thought he’d be down for the count down below, but his cock was still in its prime for it was still erect and throbbing anew like it didn’t just shoot an incapacitating load into the orc giving it a very hungry eye. Aku rushed to open the door now that he had the time but just as he was about to make his daring escape he felt those lips latch onto his cock and he fell flat on the floor rather than against the door.

“Give me more…” Aku whimpered, the hypersensitivity left behind on his cock from that first load still lingering to a point where it felt like white fire was coursing through his tender veins as opposed to the liquid bliss he felt when the warlock started, and with that throat reclaiming his cock into its depths the demon huffed into the air.

He never thought his night was going to turn into this; from dealing with the semantics of a family working to get by to taking a naughty bath to fighting a necromancy-proficient warlock to having that very same magic user sucking his dick like it was the most precious thing to them. And with every utterance of demand for Aku’s power, he knew what the orc was implying.

He wanted the demon’s seed. All of it.

Aku’s horns were a nudge away from the door’s edge, so he leaned forward to push it out of the way so he could attempt to crawl out of the bathroom with the orc still latched upon him like a leech would on a human’s skin for their nutrients and blood, but they stayed on him despite the trudging pace to leave the warmth of the steamy room and even held his thighs in a vice so he couldn’t kick them off. Aku whined and tried harder to get them somewhere more appropriate for him to go firing off seed, but the warlock did not want to be denied of what he desired and the suction of his throat reached an inhumane power that the demon was crippled from.

He only got to breathe in once more until he felt his cock cave into the pleasure being bestowed upon it and felt a rush of his black seed go back to filling the orc’s gut up. The euphoria was mountainous, leaving Aku seeing stars in his vision as he was left to be sucked dry. It wasn’t even a proper afterglow that he was laying into, for the orc didn’t even stop during the spunk deposit and worked Aku back to that aroused state that warned of impending orgasm the second his climax hit its end. He breathlessly pleaded for mercy, reaching out to try and stop the orc before they left him too winded to fight them off from sapping away his essence through his pent up organs, but the moment his hand reached that head his palm pushed him down to take it all rather than pull him up and he was back to gritting his teeth and snorting air through his nose.

Why was this happening? And why wasn’t he fighting back? Aku didn’t have a problem fending of the dark forces that the warlock seemed able to summon at a moment’s notice, but the second things get lewd Aku’s as defenseless as a child about to be struck down by a crazed samurai.

The demon felt ashamed that all it really took to defeat him was a hungry mouth ready to suck him dry-despite it being impossible to leave him empty-and he hoped he had a way to keep the orc silent about this moment of weakness as he felt the rush of ecstasy send his mind ablaze with desire. His third load wasn’t any weaker than the first two, something the orc seemed to enjoy immensely, but it suffered the same fate of being completely siphoned and left to the warlock’s stomach to imbue him with the energy to keep doing this.

The man’s drive was built off the earlier offering of power, the salty taste of sweat tinged in the black liquid driving the orc to want the demon’s true essence. The real deal. And one little slip-up was all it took to bring him down to be the harbinger of the growth to the orc’s need for power by any means necessary.

Aku’s eyes came back to focus by the time the orc worked him back to full mast a fourth time, but he found his strength in his legs and used it to shove the hungry man back so he could get some space. Lightning flashed into the hallway they were in, illuminating that green face with red eyes shimmering in the darkness and black seed dripping down their tongue like an oni freshly refueled off of blood. Aku shuddered once more, for that gaze screamed the kind of desire that coursed through his body even at this current moment.

“Give me your power...I will have it all…” The warlock was prowling towards the demon on all fours, looking like a cannibal way out of their habitat from the mountains. Aku grit his teeth and found his voice back.

“Work for it…”

This got the orc to pounce and Aku got back on his feet fast enough to avoid being pinned down, he limped towards his bedroom door, seeing as it was the only place he could barricade fast enough to prevent forced entry from intruders who knew how to incapacitate the demon. But the second he got his hand on the door knob to push his way inside, his feet were swiped from him by the chasing orc and his footing slipped. It was quick to recover from but it wasn’t quick enough to avoid the warlock barreling into the halfway-downed demon and pushing the two of them into his bedroom. The door shut on its own, locking itself after and thus leaving them inside.

Aku came up first, noticing that he was trapped yet again by the orc, but was quick to keep him down on the ground so he could see if letting them have at his cock and drinking his seed down like it were water had morphed their mindset into a primitive state. But the second he began to scope, he found...nothing.

The orc was acting like this purely on his own, not from meddling due to ingesting demon seed.

They seemed to figure that Aku’s intense gaze into their eyes wasn’t just a threat and spoke. “So you know…”

“Why ...?” Aku’s voice had been reduced to a low growl, like a dragon questioning a hunter who’d come for their hoard and their head and was about to succeed at both due to unforeseen treachery.

“Because you are weak...A real demon in season wouldn’t be so quick...to submit to pleasure…” Those eyes narrowed at Aku, but he was already lifting the orc off the ground to glare at him. So what if he had just let them suck him off? Shouldn’t that have felt like a blessing period: him even allowing the first round to transpire? But those eyes read into his frustration like a book. “A real demon in season would have prevented me from taking what is mine...You don’t have what it takes to stop me...even if I can’t suck you dry ...I can make sure you’ll be my source of limitless power for all of time between every realm.”

“I won’t let you!...” Aku brought them onto the bed, pinning the orc to his mattress and hunching over them in what he came to realize was missionary. He felt a blush try to burn into his black face but his determination not to be felled by this malicious warlock left it to quickly fade. “I’ll show you I’m not just some toy for your own gain!”

“Prove it.” Those eyes were taunting him, as if they were well aware that Aku never had sex a day in his life. His hand didn’t count, him mating with dragons as a dragon didn’t count since it wasn’t this body doing it, and his own mouth didn’t count. And the demon was about ready to punch the orc to get that smug expression out of them.

“Rut him...Take him...Make him scream…” That voice...Aku knew who it was-it was his lust manifested into an entity in his mind. He knew, because it was who answered when Aku questioned why he got into Rut as his normal self in the first place. And they told him that he’ll never be rid of it unless he staked his claim. And listening to its deep, ambiguous voice…

The orc didn’t see the black dick shoving its way into his body coming.

They shouted in pain, for Aku was still quite big and shouldn’t be underestimated in size, but it wasn’t until the demon started thrusting did they continue to show discomfort. So now they have balls...must be hiding them in a coin purse somewhere. But a swift presence had just left the orc’s mind and soon he got slapped by Aku.

“Hold your tongue….bitch.” The demon doesn’t curse but now that he was caving into his needs for a change his whole demeanor changed. Gone was the calm, gentle shogun that loved to help others and make their lives a better place in this harsh world meant for the rich to prosper and the unfortunate to wallow in dirt and debt. In that place was pure power, dead set on making anyone that stood in its way grovel and beg for mercy. That anyone including the warlock.

The demon’s hips moved with an accuracy that made him glide through that hole and take refuge in that seed-filled stomach and pull back hard enough to brush past the orc’s sweet pocket of nerves to make him clench up around that dark shaft. That black meat rutted through the warlock with a trained ease, using any precum that shot out from that cock head and rubbing it into that rectum for a quicker time. Balls deep? Easy now that there was proper lube in that back door and the warlock was left a stuttering mess before he could recover and try to taunt Aku any further.

“Th-this is...m-m-m-more like it… G-give it to me-eeee…” That hand was back to make the orc’s face shoot off to the side without the crippling effect of whiplash, leaving a dark red handprint that was only visible thanks to the rainstorm that seemed to grow worse with every minute of Aku making this orc his bitch. And contrary to popular belief it was working, for those bandaged legs slowly found themselves wrapping around the demon’s waist and it helped him hit hard enough to make his dick pop up from within that swollen gut.

Seeing the sight made Aku smirk, but he didn’t let it last long as a victory for the warlock before he was back to slamming into those cheeks. The first time he saw them was plastered in his head, and made-up ones of seeing it agape with his seed kept him motivated enough to continue. He should have cum by now, because he hasn’t been inside of an ass in eons, but his new will made sure that he outlasted the orc at every turn.

And that was also certain, for the warlock was starting to cum.

Their cock, a rather beefy thing with dark green flesh from top to middle before lightening up towards the base, was spurting creamy white seed into the air and brushing into Aku’s chest. Him being too busy fucking the orc, he reached in and smeared whatever he could grab onto his hand to put on the orc’s lips.

“You don’t get to cover me in your filthy seed….Lick it up.” His hand was big enough to encompass the entirety of the warlock’s head, so it took a fair while before the demon felt that tongue grace his dark palm. But it was too late, the orc was cumming again and left another glob of seed to be redistributed to him for cleanup.

Aku’s hips barreled down into the orc’s ass once he found a new angle to work with, intent on seeing if he could get them running on dry before he could get too exhausted to go on. His vitality was infinite, but when it came to sex that was a debatable longshot. Had his loins been external, they would have left a redder mark on those asscheeks than what his hips alone were performing, but it bothered him none that it couldn’t be done. Soon it won’t matter that his nuts resided inside of his body.

He’ll have to orc begging to be touched by even a lone inch of his demon cock when he’s through.

There was a load inbound, and with the orc’s trembling body racked from yet another orgasm not hard enough to paint into Aku’s chest anymore he was clear to make sure he was able to plant it deep inside. Though with the warlock far too unfocused on how he was being treated, Aku felt it was time for a little payack. His spunk already residing within the orc began to get “sucked” right back out, steadily draining the bursts of energy from the warlock’s body and leaving him panting until he was left on the cusp of being tapped out and barely with dregs left while reimbursing the demon with the energy every drop he had to pump inside even faster than before. Aku relished the pitiful face that crept up on the once-smug warlock’s face and soon he was bearing his own face down to greet it.

“Pl-please…” The orc felt like he just had his magic eaten by a new spell, his limbs quaking from the inability to move them on his own and his legs feeling cold. They were weak, just as they claimed Aku to be, and he almost wanted to pull out to see if they’d pray to a god that wouldn’t listen.

“Please? I don’t know...I didn’t take you for wanting weak seed.” Aku’s self-deprecation was easy to mitigate with a quick thrust that left him sitting inside the orc’s body, but there was no getting past having your own words thrown back at you.

“I need it...I want...t-to live…”

“A shame then...My seed is meant for those who obey ...not for mooches with no respect….” Aku’s taunts were working, he could see the internal conflict within the lethargic man’s mind and on his face as he shut his dimming eyes to think. “If you want my seed...submit.”

“I…”

“Sub-mit.”

“I c-c-ca….”

“Submit to me, fool.” Aku’s eyes flashed the same red that the orc had permanently, and that’s where he broke. His legs let go of Aku’s waistline but it was only to let loose everything that his own leathery sack had to offer. Aku had to lean back to avoid getting splattered on, letting it all rain down on the despicable orc’s front and his mouth when the starting shots finally came down. He smirked, retaking his place hovering just a few notches away from being chest-to-chest with the orc.

“Still want my seed?” The demon knew the answer long before those eyes opened back up, seeing the pity in their dimly lit oceans.

“....yes...I need it…”

“Then take it…Gul’Dan…~” The eruption that went off inside the orc’s gut made his belly pop up from that malnourished state it had been left in, getting the green man to scream once he knew his body wasn’t going to turn to dust. Aku’s grin was maniacal as he watched them regain their life through the power of his black seed. That toothy smiled remained when he finished blessing them with his essence, watching them pant for air that he was more than ready to take away.

Then his hips got back to work and he felt those legs regain their position on his hips.

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The sun rose up, bright after so much time spent behind gray clouds that looked like rain ones but only to fool the unaware of the star’s power to make them disperse with enough heat.

Aku felt the rays beam on his face, getting him to rise up off of his stomach and feel dizzy waking up in the middle of a heated room. He stretched his arms as best as his position would allow and rattled his head to make sure his rings and bangles weren’t misaligned on his head. Finding none on the bed either, he sighed in relief.

Then he turned to his side to open the blankets up to show the orc still sucking him off.

“When you’re done down there, I want my front porch clean of cherry blossoms. By hand. Your powers are easy to sense so I expect you to actually work. Do I make myself clear, Gul’Dan?”

That new, authoritative tone was a byproduct of last night, leaving Aku’s passive voice gone with the wind while the warlock listened enough to nod and continue to suck. The demon’s morning wood felt so much better inside of someone rather than hanging up like a flag pole and making him squirm in discomfort.

Now, he had a means to quell his Rut whenever it dared to rise up. And he was gonna make sure it lasted forever as their collective life spans suggested.

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Pi’ycho stood on a hill that overlooked the village-his home-as the sun continued to rise up to its peak. He didn’t need to work today, since his daughter made sure he was out on his own so he could come out and do whatever he had to do properly, but the prospect of not being at his ramen shop was not why he was staring so forlornly to the ground.

On the contrary, he was staring at the note that was scribed so neatly in a language that only the blind can understand with enough practice. He didn’t like the words on it one bit, but he knew it was necessary to read every last part so he understood. Now that he was out of the village, he could read it aloud:

“Dear Sir Pi’ycho,

Do not read this around others, for the words I say here will be imbued with a spell to prevent others from learning of my presence ever again.

I am Aku, the great Demon Shogun of China. I have lived on Earth for the past Four million and three hundred or so thousand years it has been around to float in the space we see the stars at night, and the manner of which you handled your daughter’s apprehensiveness of me attending to your store at an hour most convenient for myself has left me disappointed. I am always open to keeping your shop around by any moral means necessary, but if you chose it over me, I’m afraid my business can be taken elsewhere.

If you truly wish to remain friends, then you will move to a new home and open a new shop for me to partake in your delicious concoctions. If you do not, then the shop your family has run for the generations you mentioned that night will cease to operate in three moons. The choice is yours, but you will be wise not to let a demon have a grudge on you.

I am a lot more than just a kind soul on the surface.

Sincerely,

Aku.

Which brings us to why old Pi’ycho was situated at the hill. Against the lone peach tree was an epitaph, signifying that he was standing near a grave. A tear fell onto its bronze-plated surface and he laid his hand into the salty mix of water from his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Ichiko ...I do not want a demon’s teeth to take my life...I wish to die by natural means…” His daughter called him selfish and a manner of many words similar when he told him his decision, and his grandchildren cried as loudly as they could muster to a point where he thought he lost his hearing, but Pi’ycho knew that with him gone they would only be missing out on a fatherly figure around the house rather than an important presence that’d leave the house devoid of life. So he was here to visit the grave of his late wife, who wanted her ashes embedded into the earth so her soul was free to wander the grasslands outside of the village that brought her to her end.

He felt a cold breeze against his back and the tears were refreshed, for he knew that she was here and judging his decision to leave rather than stay and brave the fight to keep his shop from being lost to down payments he was behind on. He felt her hand grace his face where the tears began to fall….

And they were flicked off to the ground around her epitaph and the air was warm again.

“Thank you... I will never forget you ...my sweet Ichiko.” He felt a cherry blossom petal fall from the tree, slowing its descent around his hands as if offering it to him. He took it from the air and laid a kiss on it, letting it blow with the wind until it was high in the sky. He knew she took it…

And like that...he was gone, on his way to settle somewhere he knew Aku would not be disappointed in him.

Greed is a powerful drug to abuse.