A/N: Trigger warning: Itsetsuhiko is at it again, so please do proceed with caution.
Itsetsuhiko sensed the power he craved and ordered his omikoshi in the direction it originated from. The omikoshi was large enough for him to sit crosslegged comfortably and even keep his weapon with him, though Tamashi no Ha had to be collapsed to fit within the omikoshi.
How kind of you, priestess, to lead me directly to you. No doubt you are attempting to use your power to protect your friends, all without realizing that its use will lead me right to you. How foolish of you...and fortuitous for me.
He licked his lips, pleased, as he gripped the hilt of his bisento. He had tasted her power before when she'd spied upon him, but the tendrils of reiki he tasted now were far stronger than he'd imagined. At first, he'd had no intentions of capturing her power into his weapon until after he'd sated himself upon her abused flesh, but now he was second guessing his plans for her.
He could drain her of her power and still keep her for his pleasure. In fact, while it would have been enjoyable to see her try and fail to call upon her reiki to ward off his amorous attentions, it would be doubly pleasurable to see the fear and desolation in her eyes when she realized she had no powers left to defend herself.
He would break her.
And he would sire his children upon her, forcing her to bear him children for his purpose until her body wore out. Then and only then might he allow her to finally expire.
But first, Itsetsuhiko would have to deal with the foolish daiyokai who sought to claim her as his own. And for that, he had his army. By the time they finished with the ragtag army the priestess had sought to gather together, there would be none left of any power to oppose him. The females he might take for his own use, to breed and satiate his urges as he desired, but the males were all useless to him.
Full-grown, they would never willingly serve him and so they would have to die.
"My lord kami," one of his priestesses said as they changed direction to the area his enemies dwelt at.
He didn't bother to slide open the screen to see her directly. Naru was the leader of his priestesses, more due to her own grit and personality than power, for she was not the strongest. She was, however, the most cruel, and that alone he found valuable.
She was weaker now that he'd claimed her hoshi no tama, though she still possessed enough power to purify yokai when necessary.
"Speak," he said, waving a hand dismissively.
"I have sensed the power of one of our own," Naru declared. "It would seem that she and several of our kin are being held by the yokai. Do you seek to destroy them, my lord kami? Or should I ensure we put an end to them?"
"They are not your concern," he snapped, irritated at her presumption. He was the leader of the army, not Naru, not the samurai who'd accompanied him, nor any of the human lords he'd forced into his service. "This one will deal with them himself."
She was silent for a moment. "I beg your forgiveness, my lord kami," she said and he saw her lower herself into a deep bow from behind the screen of the omikoshi. "I only wished to serve your every desire."
She would, too, but there was no time for Naru to service him now, even for her insolence. He would, however, ensure that Naru was properly punished for her presumption later.
"It will be spoken of later," he ground out and she heard the threat and abased herself further, as low as she could go and still not lose a step as they marched.
He shuddered as the priestess' power grew, stroking against his body and bringing him to full arousal. He licked his lips, wishing she was already before him so he could finally sate his desire... His body hungered to destroy her, to own her, and to prove to all that he was the dominant being.
He would relish the look in her eye when he forced her body. He could already see the disgust in her eyes when he forced it to shudder against him despite her own hatred. It would be delicious...
"Of course, my lord kami."
From the strength of the tendrils, he knew they were close to the location of the priestess and her army, perhaps no more than half an hour away, and he changed his mind. He would not risk damaging his own army, but one of his prisoners, however...
"A slave," he commanded, his mind made up. "You will bring her to your kami."
"Of course, my lord kami," she said again. She left, snapping orders to the monks and priestesses around her, and within just a few minutes, a girl had been brought forth. He slid open the door and ordered her to be put into the omikoshi, uncaring of how his human followers might perceive the act.
"Service me," he demanded, the blood lust running higher with every pulse of the priestess' reiki against his own yoki. He opened his clothing to free himself, grabbing the girl's hair and forcing her down to swallow it. "Faster," he demanded, forcing her head to move.
He didn't care how she cried as he used her and her sobs were swallowed by his own body as he took her mouth. With her power striking against his flesh, it did not take long for him to reach the pinnacle and he forced the girl to swallow.
And still, it was not enough. The priestess, though not with him, was strong and her power forced the need, temporarily sated, back to the surface, and he flipped the girl, pounding into her with wild abandon until he came again, sputtering against her.
Still, he hungered, and in disgust, he tossed the girl aside. He would simply have to wait until he had the priestess in his grip, but now he was sure of his plan. He would not allow her to have such control over him and so her power would have to be removed.
After that, he could enjoy her body as he desired.
And he would, he promised himself as his eyes darkened. He would.
