One-Winged Shinobi: The Dark Side of Wings

Okay…you guys have seen this type of thing from me before. This is the M-rated parts of Danika: One-Winged Shinobi that would get me in trouble if I posted them in the main story. As I have done previously, I will try to keep critical details of future the main storyline out of here as much as possible, but I may allude to them in more subtle ways. I will also put markers detailing where in the story this takes place around (this first one is going to be after Chapter 20.)

I do NOT write M-rated material to deny any of my readers anything (although I know how easy it is to access that kind of material.) I do it to make sure I keep everyone happy, and stay on the good side of the powers-that-be. However, you WILL see very strong language here (in other words, no censors), violence, inappropriate relationships, and graphic sexual content.

You have, once again, been warned.

Scene One – The Purging

POV: Danika

Kakariko Village. Royal Family Graveyard

Fourteen Days from Hylian Invasion

"It must be nice, being dead," I thought as the wind kissed my hair, struggling to keep myself from crying in front of Talim, Soren, Sephiroth, and Kirby as I stared at the graves. "You can actually sleep without wanting to cry, actually crying, or wanting to have sex with a seventeen-year-old…when you're only a thirteen-year-old child soldier everybody uses like a disposable feminine product."

The last three days, despite the endless planning with Soren, had been a slow-motion nightmare for all of us, even Kirby. I recalled the ways all of us looked at each other, even Sephiroth and Kirby…like a group of people who knew we were almost all about to be corpses sharing the same burial plot…or more likely, the same mass grave.

All of us expected Sephiroth and Kirby to survive our counterattack – the former was the strongest, the fastest, a damn-near invincible battle tank, while the latter had lack of size and speed in his favor. The rest of us, despite our around a half-century of battle training combined, would most likely be dead in seventy-two hours if Ganondorf wasn't killed by my hand – and that was if he didn't get the Triforce.

If he did…I shuddered.

"Danika…why are you worried?" Jenova whispered in my brain. "Sephiroth…he is the one I have prepared for you! He…he knows you love him, and you want him…why should you hold back your mind, heart, and body from him? He won't hurt you!"

"I'm too young for him – I'm thirteen, and just barely started menstruating!" I protested. "Do you know how many girls in my family got shipped off to get married – losing their personal lives – the second they told their moms they had a period? All the stories I heard about how my drunk great-great-great-uncles on BOTH sides of my family took nine-year-old-brides who had six kids or were dead by eighteen? The average marriage age on both sides of my family (what is recorded), for girls – yes, I'm crazy enough to do the damn math – is 13.2 years."

"And the boys?"

"Not much better – 15.6."

"Danika…if you stayed in the Leaf, you wouldn't have lasted two months without having to join the Akatsuki…and then, you would have died in less than five years, provided the family didn't kill you first," Jenova replied. "I know this is NOT the way you wanted to live – what sane person would? – but staying in the Leaf was a death sentence waiting to happen. I know why Ganondorf scares you…but I will not let you, my priestess, and my vessel…die so easily. Why would I sacrifice what I should – and do - cherish so easily, as your blood mother did?"

I knew she was right – Danzo had turned the Hidden Leaf into a coffin for the entire Nasakura family – and most likely, my "death" would only be a stopgap measure. "I cherish you…that is why I brought Sephiroth to you. Let him love you…worship you…let him show you his heart, and all of your fears and anxieties will dissolve."

I was still terrified. I had spent my life promising I would not follow in the footsteps of my drunken uncles and marriage-arranging grandmother…that I would save myself for the special someone, the perfect time. But…more than likely, my tomorrows would be at a premium. Even if Ganondorf-

"Danika?" Sephiroth's calm voice said, almost bouncing off the tombstones. He strolled up to me, eyes full of concern. "Come on…you must be cold," he said…then he looked at me. "You and Mother again?"

"That…that was an easy guess," I said, tears starting again. "Sephiroth…why do I feel like a nasty used tampon?"

"So…that's what's been bugging you," he said, almost to himself. "You don't want to throw yourself at me…don't want to hurt me sexually, despite your own desires. I commend you…you're the first person in my life that has even truly given a fuck about my well-being in every respect – physical, sexual, mental, emotional, and psychological. Anyone else in your situation would have had sex with me first try they got."

I stared. "I admit…I feel like a used tampon more often than not, even with this situation," he said, pulling me into his arms and sitting down in the grass. His body…even in this chill and through my yukata…it was warm, smelling like a faint musk. He pulled his fingers through my hair. "Disposable child solider…lab rat who's gotten all kinds of shit injected in him…sent off to war at twelve and didn't get out until seventeen…and the only person who truly cared is a thirteen-year-old girl possessed by my mom who's too scared to tell me she wants to have sex with me…not knowing I want it, too."

"It's not just that, Sephiroth."

"Child marriages in your clan, too?"

"Yeah." I said, sniffling. "I-"

"Danika…life isn't a fairy tale," he said softly. "It fucking sucks, pardon my French."

"You are not out to impress anybody tonight, are you?" I said. "You tie one on?"

"No – no drinks for me," he said, setting me down to unstrap and remove his jacket. "I'm just pissed because I've been running my life over and over in my brain, just like you…and all I see are users, leavers, and hustlers. If none of this was happening…I'd have been getting ready to settle down here, and live out a quiet life with you. I…I love you, Danika…just like you love me. I wanted to know where you stood on marriage…maybe having some kids…but you were just as scared as I was."

"How…how'd you know?"

"Despite your tongue of gold, as I have told you before, you are…far from subtle, my dear," he said, picking me up and carrying me to the back of the graveyard. Then…almost like a flash, a thick white fog surrounded us. "When you told me you wanted to be trampled beside me…when you wanted me to hurt you for my own pleasure…when you fought by me in the desert without thought…I knew. You didn't have to tell me outright."

"Did you…use chakra?"

"No. Jenova told me how to do that one," he replied, setting me down on the dewy grass. "Come, Danika…kiss me. Let go of your fears…we can do this. Together."

The Mako in me burned – Jenova, you traitor – and I felt my panties getting wet beneath my yukata. I sat up, and Sephiroth, his eyes also burning with Mako as the distance between our lips closed, kissed me. His lips…they burned with passion against mine…and release. There was a sense of freedom in our kiss…a sense that we were free from every norm, rule, and obligation that our societies had held us to.

Konahagure…SHINRA…they had used us. Failed us…but we would not fail each other. Sephiroth's arms surrounded me like a blanket as his lips moved to my neck.

"We don't have to-"

"I know, Seph…but get this yukata off me, please."

He nodded, undoing the sash as I kissed his mouth again. This wasn't about sex…we didn't need sex. This…was a cleansing, a purging ritual of sorts. Wherever it led…even if he inseminated me…we would be free from SHINRA and Konohagure. He would be Sephiroth, and I would be Danika. No more, and no less.

Suddenly, the cold chill brushed my exposed skin…and I was down to my bra and panties…just as I was in my dream an eternity ago. I saw the growing wet spot in my panties as my breasts hardened from the cold. Sephiroth smiled – a sneaky smile – as he conjured his white flames again, this time gathering them into a fireball and laying it on my cheek.

"Say good-bye to Danzo, your sadness…and your inhibitions," he said. "Tonight…from now on, they will have no more place within you, Priestess of Jenova. Slowly…little by little…this flame I place within you will purge you of the memories of those who caused you pain, and the fears from your past…and I will free you to serve my mother – and me – in totality. As these flames remove your memories…your body shall change."

"H-How?" I said, suddenly nervous again, despite the warmth against my cheek.

"You will become a queen," he said darkly, almost reverently, smiling as the flames disappeared, racing to my head. Almost immediately, I began to sweat…but I began to feel lightheaded, almost as though I was floating. Hair began to float down to my shoulders, brushing them gently. "Your breasts will swell…and like a knife, the flames shall carve your body, until you are both perfect and curvaceous…and your teeth will be straight and white, like milk. In time…you will hunger for my seed within you, and only my seed. But fear not…I shall come to you…day and night…until you ripen and swell with my children."

I wanted to be scared, be afraid…but I wasn't. I was happy…so happy, almost ecstatic, as my memories were wiped away. He then pulled down his pants, then kicked off his shoes – I noticed they'd been untied when he entered the graveyard. I couldn't see a bulge as he tossed aside his pants…but then, he did away with his boxers, kneeling down and positioning himself so his penis was before me, his knees on both sides of my face.

He was naked in this tiny world of white fog, his hardening nine-inch penis inches from my face…and I wasn't upset or scared as I lay in the grass in my undergarments. He smiled, and I watched as his penis hardened to half-mast, pre-cum slowly dripping from the tip and landing on my chin.

"Touch it," his voice whispered in my brain, still playing the role of reverent worshipper. "Touch my manhood, I beg you, Danika – it is my offering to you. Make me cum, and release me from my cares."

My fingers could do nothing but obey, reaching up to stroke the head of his member, moving my fingers up and down his length. I was mindless, a happy little zombie who took supreme pleasure in stroking Sephiroth, smiling as he moaned and cried out. Then, with a deep, loud sigh and lightning speed, he slid backwards so he could cum on my belly, taking care not to impregnate me – yet.

Breathing heavily, he pulled my bra up over my head, then smeared the hot liquid all over my breasts, rubbing it in the valley between them before sliding my underwear off with his cum-covered digits.

"Should I cum in you now?" he asked, almost to himself, pulling his dirty fingers to his lips and cleaning them with his tongue one by one. "No…no…too soon. But…let me make you cum. Let me…loosen you up."

Then, I raised my head, "M-Master," I gasped, still high from the flames and excited from the cum. "I want…let me…more…"

Sephiroth smiled, placing a clean finger to my lips. "I am satisfied…rubbing my seed in your breasts pleases me for tonight. Let me…free you, if only for a moment. Soon enough…I will let you lead. When the time is right – not tonight - I will one day bury my seed in you…and then, Jenova shall grant you the White Flames." Then, he parted my legs, rubbing my belly.

"You…talk…"

He nodded, planting kisses on my neck. I felt blank now…and I was okay. I was supposed to stop thinking, stop remembering everything that always made me sad. My business was to serve Sephiroth…and serve Jenova. We lay there for over an hour, Sephiroth continuing to massage me, suckling on my breasts as cum flowed freely from between my legs. Occasionally, he turned me over to spank my bottom, but even his strikes were loving.

I wanted to speak up…wanted him to penetrate me…but talking seemed like too much of an effort as I traced his muscles and kept stroking his member as it occasionally dropped loads on my chest and belly, then cleaned them with his tongue. Even laying kisses on his neck was beginning to become a chore.

Finally, Sephiroth smiled, "Your nether lips are so soft…so pink…but that's for another time." He then got up and retrieved his jacket, gathering me in the fabric and carrying me away.

The last thing I remember…was being placed in warm water.

…

I woke up the next morning feeling light as a feather, wrapped in a clean white nightgown, Sephiroth sitting by me on the bed. "Good morning, Sephiroth," I said, opening my eyes. "What's up?"

"Oh, I just came by to see if you'd slap me for last night."

I felt weird as I tried to recall the night before…everything felt foggy and warm…but then, it all hit me. Taking off my clothes. Sephiroth encapsulating us in fog. Getting naked. The sweet spankings, stroking him off…and his white-hot cum, so much cum from us both. "Did you…finish it?"

"No…I want us married, and the issue of Ganondorf," he replied. "I wanted to, make no mistake…"

"You should have."

"Am I interrupting?" Soren said, his stern gaze looking through the door.

"No, Soren – come in." Sephiroth said.

He did, but he did not sit down. "You know…I believe the both of you ought to be married."

"Soon, Soren, soon…let us deal with the issue of Ganondorf first." Sephiroth said, giving him a knowing gaze.

"Ah…I see," Soren replied. "Talim made an excellent breakfast…you two better get down there before it gets cold and she gets mad."