Aaahhh... I'm back! Sorry for the unexpected delay; I was simply stuck at constructing my now incredibly long soon-to-be-published epilogue chapters (yes, plural!), thinking whether it's better to write everything I want to say or leave significant chunks as mere foreshadowing or implications.
It's Danzou's time! As always, a general warning for my (undoubtedly) underaged and all-too-innocent readers: very M-rated scenes below. Read and enjoy at your own risk.
"You've gotten better at this, Danzō," I compliment, before letting out a long, content sigh. "Haaa… While it's true I'm overdoing it, I'll gladly partake in this unending poison; so please don't lecture me, dear," I add, referencing how wild I've been going at it these past two nights.
I feel her smile sadly, disappointed in missing a rare opportunity where she can admonish me. The buxom kunoichi has cherished the 'free will' she claimed she gained after her 'rebirth', despite her outward typical personality – which is actually not that dissimilarly overly-loyal like her old self. Her massive breasts are calmly scrubbing my hardened body, her upper arms sandwiching them to emphasize their elasticity and control their pressure somewhat. She tenderly smiles at my futile plea as she moves most of her body up-and-down, using it as a lewd sponge, though she's far softer and squishier than the best kind I've known – no doubt a result of subtle Alteration to this new body of hers.
I already know she's going to disagree, so I choose to lay still and have her continue her work, eager to see whether she's going to immediately do so or take her time.
It's a large stone bath, crafted meticulously with Magecraft so as to achieve a smoother finish and more complex geometry than what present mechanical masonry tools can achieve. Its most prominent feature is the two recesses on either end, scalloped exactly to accommodate the width of a couple sitting side-by-side, or two pairs in total sitting across each other. Obviously, we're not using that right now since I'm the one reclining on the recess, and Danzō is hugging my body from the front.
Several magic stones have been carefully faceted, mounted, and engineered to give off several effects to the bathing experience. First is a simple thermal regulator, which not only heats up the water but also maintains a temperature comfortable to the skin. To the two of us, it's close to being uncomfortably hot, our outermost skin layer tingling with minute warnings of pain, similar to an untamed volcanic hot spring. The second one is more complex, but solely due to the conversion between two disciplines instead of a mix of several attributes. It grants the 'bubbly bath' effect, combining what modern bath mixtures give into one, which makes the water creamy and foaming, partially blocking my view of Danzō's beautiful body.
Among my wives, the title of the 'sexiest' undoubtedly belongs to this kunoichi. She has the ability to change her appearance greatly, yes, but mostly sticks with her original one because… well, it's already too pretty and alluring. Loathe as I am to compliment another man related to my lover, but both Otakemaru (as Kashin Koji) and the first Fūma Kōtarō really did an excellent job to design the most perfect honeypot they can.
To put it simply, she was stacked. While Kippōshi may stake her claim as having the most elegant beauty, because of her abnormal height, Danzō's shorter form accentuates her already-larger bust and hips even more. She likens herself to a daruma, hinting at her artificial nature, but she unknowingly makes the rest of us look upon her like a huggable doll. And how fitting that description is – she has meat everywhere, soft as we like it, yet with just the barest amount of fat possible to keep her hourglass figure as stark as possible. I know little of her personality before Chiyome and I resurrected her – only parts from the current Kōtarō's testimony – but in front of me, she's nothing but subservient yet motherly.
A dangerous combo, which tickles both a man's sense of superiority and desire to be pampered. She doesn't like to talk about the missions in her first life, where she's required to sleep with multiple targets, even though it's clear we've accepted her as who she is however dark her past was, but I'm pretty sure those men got their end of the bargain satisfied.
Before she beheaded them, of course.
Well, not that I blame them. Even now, knowing full well of her love for me and my love for her, I doubt I can stop her if she requests for my head, especially if she starts pleading sweetly with an expression full of want – exactly the same kind she usually uses when teasing me out of my semen. Having her kneeling down in front of me, face moist with perspiration and lips wet with both saliva and precum, gently whispering her request and taking the position of a lowly servant… Truly, extremely hard to resist.
Like now, for instance.
With her breasts – oh, so tender yet firm they are! – still firmly rubbing my chest, she leans in, pressing these two large orbs even further. She playfully scowled, saying, "Having a lord who fails at taking care of himself… This Danzō is ashamed at her failure for admonishing Shirō-sama." With a few cute grumbles added at the end, her usually mature face looks incredibly arousing right now, as proven by the ever-hard penis poking at her soft stomach. She reaches over with both hands and grabs my face tight in-between them, just strong enough to feel like I can't move my neck at all yet painless at the same time. "But… if my lord collapses, then this Danzō shall be sad."
Yes, how unbearable.
She pulls me in lightly for a chaste kiss, her breasts riding up to my collarbone and actually lightly throttling my neck with their voluptuousness. Before I can extend my tongue and invite her into a deeper engagement, she breaks it off with a smile so impish it belongs more on Jūbei's face than hers. Then, nonchalantly, she goes back to diligently scrubbing my entire body with her own, paying careful attention to occasionally scrape her hardened nipples on my sensitive spots every now and then.
"Goodness, you're so soft…" I am forced to exhale out, body melting into the combined heat of the whole bath and her own emanating sexiness. She's nowhere near as scalding hot as Kippōshi – not by a long shot – but she's able to raise and control her body temperature more acutely than the redheaded Princess General. "And warm…"
"This one aims to please," she once again speaks to me soothingly, apparently eager to have me melt into her – both figuratively and literally – like one of the techniques in her Black Arts Decapitation Method. "You are so stiff everywhere… I am concerned."
I want to chuckle at this play of words she's using, but a groan escapes instead when she brushes against the underside of my cock with her knuckles. It's no incident, since she's been intermittently doing that before, with long-yet-soft strokes so as to avoid inflicting discomfort. After all, those same knuckles can smash a man's head into a literal pulp very easily, or punch through a solid steel shield with ease. While the texture can be changed – into an ever-soft cartilage pleasurably massaging my cock from beneath – the inherent dangerous structure is still there.
That said, doesn't all of us possess the same threats? It's up to us to control and channel them into desirable outcomes; in this case, her teasing me for saying something disagreeable to her.
I hiss when her knuckles leave my cock. Danzō spreads her palms and begins lightly rubbing upwards, starting from my inner thighs and onto my toned stomach. She presses her breasts more onto my mouth and neck, as if wishing to suffocate me by way of nirvana, her whole body pausing momentarily from its earlier movements and replaced by her hands.
Diligently, she begins to actually massage my front. If we're currently not both naked and clearly aroused by each other, then her movements can be considered purely platonic and professional. It feels good, too – despite her claims of my overexertion these past two nights, I'm not sore at all – as she's really applying concentrated strength to undo potential areas where muscles and tendons can knot uncomfortably.
All this time, she's tenderly smiling at me, inciting a strong sense of familiarity from deep inside me…
'Ah.'
How can it not? That's my default expression when dealing with difficult things. It seems I'm not the only decent mimic around here…
Again and again, I am made to exhale content, relaxing sighs as her hands roam all around my body. From my stomach earlier, she's moved to my shoulders, arms, sides, chest, then downwards once again to complete the cycle. I can't even afford getting more aroused than I am now because it's… simply top-class service. Yes, my cock's erect, but not beyond what I normally get when seeing her or my other wives naked. She's patient, meticulous, and deliberate… and seeing as we've taken a bath for close to an hour without me feeling the need to slam my cock into her pussy, those attributes seem quite effective in passively restraining me.
And we spend the next few minutes like that, just like it's been the hour before: in comfortable silence, her servicing me and communicating solely with implied gestures and minute changes in expression, me drowning in pure warm comfort, the likes which remind me of being in the amniotic fluid of the several women who birthed my various bodies into the world. I am eternally grateful to them for lending their bodies in what amounts to Alaya's whim, much like how Mary did for the Christian's God, but unfortunately, I don't have good recollection of them. The ones who left a mark were, for example, were the ones who's central to my hosts' narrative, such as Jason's parents. I suspect this is because, overly powerful as I am, mental capacity and memories are still limited, and Heroic Vessels should minimize the impact these relatively unimportant characters. Additionally, most of the time, I'm born conveniently an orphan or via cheat-like metastasis, such as when I was sent into Arthurian Britain and discovered myself in that place's mythical forests.
Of course, having a mother figure as erotic as Danzō probably belongs in fantasy – but hey, aren't I living in one right now? I haven't had the experience in pursuing a romantic relationship my actual blood-related mother, and has little empathy towards characters whom I heard have done so under mutual consent. What's it like? Is it similar to what I'm feeling now? A lot of pantheon members actively engage in incest, and while I currently have neither the opportunity or desire to do so, perhaps this is a good reference for the future?
The 'desire' part is… well… Don't tell my little sisters, but I think my wives are more attractive. That's the only reason why I feel no sexual desire towards them. Perhaps I am fortunate too, being born into these kinds of situations where I don't have to endure the painful dilemma of societal norm versus instinctive libido. Am I against it? I've not only read the stories, but actually met the aforementioned families who fuck each other. Most of them do so under absolute love and consent, and the subsequent mix of familial and sexual love is beautiful to my then-emptier soul. The ones who rape others, naturally, don't have the chance to display their 'love' to me before their heads fly off and souls destroyed.
Maybe I should let them live longer next time? Interrogate them regarding their reasoning, perhaps? Because I sincerely don't fathom the strength of one's morality to be able to enact such heinous acts, as I personally would've crumbled. Or, more likely, several other Heroic Vessels will suddenly show up, ganged up on me, and erase me from existence. So far, I haven't been tasked to do such a thing because we number too few, but I'm sure in the future a scenario like that will happen. Yes, not 'may', but 'will' – either done by me or someone else.
At that time, I cannot judge who will prevail, but not between individuals. No – it's between the ideals Alaya has crystallized into the Heroic Vessel system and the potential of its corruption. Will one hold up more than the other?
Ah, the swooning heat is making me think too much. I should be fully enjoying Danzō's service, instead of thinking about far-flung things. That said, that's perhaps the goal of her treatment: taking my mind off recent dilemmas and give me the space to hypothesize of the distant future.
- Chu.
She kisses my forehead, then down the side of my cheek, before a deliberate and slow munch of my neck muscle, suckling on it like I often did to her. She's resumed her body's up-and-down movements, though this time she sits directly on my thick thigh and clasps it under her crotch, using that as an additional scrubbing tool to 'clean' back-and-forth. She mildly undulates her entire body, so I can feel exactly her nipples' and clitoris's hardness, yet also their inviting elasticity and softness. I groan, tilting my head so it rests on her cheek, but she doesn't stop and continues horizontally along both of my collarbones, gently hugging me all the while.
We rub bodies for the following few minutes, occasionally tangling in light kisses which she always pulls out from before I'm satisfied, a taunting smile following suit. Still, my hands are laying limp to the side, already giving up from fighting back and urging me to simply doze and enjoy her service.
"Mgh…"
I involuntarily groan – like, I've been doing that often lately, haven't I? – when her knee lightly pokes my balls, as part of her deliberate teasing. I've spent so long in the dominant position, it's quite nice to be the passive one for once… though I am far from possessing some of my girls' masochistic tendencies. She grinds her hips harder, but in shorter strokes this time, as her crotch and mine grow closer along my thigh. She giggles at the sound coming out of my nasal cavity as I try not to open my mouth as best as I can, and lifts herself to switch 'seats' from one thigh to another, repeating her 'cleaning' from earlier.
The bath water makes it difficult to discern whether her mucus is flowing as freely as the blood in my cock right now, though I am sure she's also considerably aroused. People often forget the lubricant usually mixed into the soapy mixture used in soaplands, because however slippery a surfactant is, repeatedly rubbing one's body against another hurts without the proper compounds. The fact we've built something which can produce it all in one go and prevent the tediousness of carefully measuring each element is really helpful, if only for convenience's sake. No one wants to be pulling out measuring beakers when they have a hard-on or leaking fluids, eager to get it on already.
Finally, since I feel I'm about to really doze off, mildly frustrated at not being able to cum, I order, "Touch my cock, Danzō."
I tried to maintain as even a voice as possible, but a touch of desperation might have come out. One she should be able to pick up easily, as I can hear her amusement even when my eyes are closed. "By your will, Shirō-sama." She pokes the centre of my chest with one index finger. "Please sit one step up."
The bath, already graced with unnaturally geometrical curves considering the technology of this era, actually is deeper than it should be to accommodate a small terrace tall enough to support one's lower back when they sit on it, before the edge of the bathtub technically exists. Selfishly and narrow-mindedly, we added this feature solely so we wouldn't get too cold when we received either fellatio or cunnilingus, presenting our crotches to each other's eye level when the latter was submerged normally in the tub.
Hence, I lift myself up and resigns myself to another round of warm, smothering attention, my already-engorged cock easily breaking the water level due to both my size and the terrace's relatively shallow depth. This change in elevation means her voluptuous chest is right level with my balls, and she deftly lifts herself a touch while holding those pair of meat bags aloft.
- Srrt.
A great tingle instantly shoots up my spine when she lowers her oh-so-soft tits upon my cock. I hiss. "Your breasts… really are like silk…! They're sucking me in…"
She chuckles. "I'm happy you're enjoying it, my lord."
She has placed her knuckles right underneath her tits, giving it not only horizontal but also vertical pressure onto the meat rod they're sandwiching. Originally, her breasts are already quite eye-catching when she's in uniform, but that's their bound state for the sake of convenience. When let loose, it's a size larger than what they appear on the surface, always straining against her clothes and the reason she's such a successful assassin all those decades ago. I'm proud of the size of my member, but even it is struggling to breach out of her volume, while it has done so easily with Kippōshi, who is also no slouch in the size department. My red-hot gland peeks in and out of her cleavage as she begins her slow movement, her milky-white flesh completely enveloping it when she lifts her body, and squeezes down terribly whenever she comes down.
Unlike her pussy, her breasts' pressure is incompressible, and as such incapable of giving out so much pleasure it turns to pain instead – which is often the case when we fuck normally. Her pelvic muscles are so strong and possesses such high limits it can easily crush a normal man's dick into impotence if let loose with one single orgasmic clamping, but the danger isn't present with a paizuri. Even if she dials up her breasts' firmness to the maximum, the muscles giving compression are still her arms, reducing their potential strength due to the natural limitation of self-harm and instinct.
On this occasion, she's long dialled in the pressure I prefer – which I myself don't really know in the first place, to be honest – and is using it appropriately, not breaking her stride even as she flushes deeply when my hands come down to trace her nipples and areolas. Those pink nubs are the largest out of the four girls, yes, but only proportionate to the size of her tits, making me rather relieved I don't have to redesign this physical feature and receive death glares from Chiyome when we first rebuilt her, because despite their allegiances, Kashin Koji and the first Fūma Kōtarō did have excellent aesthetic sense, knowing well what a male considers 'perfect' from a woman's breasts.
They quickly become erect, to the point her areolas' goosebumps are perking up nicely. I settle on the slow teasing motion I used on Jūbei, though this time far more instinctive and mindless because of the professional titjob she's doing regardless how I'm groping her. with my thumb, I trace each and every one of these goosebumps, before gently kneading into her utterly-soft flesh away from her areolas, then coming in suddenly to flick her nipples this way and that. I repeat this motion mostly out of habit, because it's far too interesting to simply dive into her large mounds than driving her to orgasm with breast play like my other, less well-endowed girls.
I can feel her entire body tremble with every movement my fingers do, the vibration transmitted through her meaty breasts, but it doesn't break her stride. As we've passed the initial adjustment period, her upper body's stroke lengthens, almost to the point of hopping her entire figure upon her vertical peak movement and jumping down upon 'landing', smacking the underside of her tits onto my thighs and completely squeezing my cock's entire length bar the tip. She hasn't gotten onto teasing that part with her tongue yet, but I'm sure when I show any more weakness on my face, she's going to go for the kill.
- Slap! Slap! Slap!
The bathwater and our sweat make a lot of splashing and squishing sound as she goes on and on, encircling her breasts with both arms to hug both them and my cock in the middle, gradually increasing the pressure those large meat bags are giving off. Her tits are getting slicker as perspiration interferes with my grip on her sensitive parts, leading me to grasp them fully with both palms at areas I can access, kneading them gently in contrast with her increasingly-violent movements and destructive pleasure she's giving me.
...however, I'm losing. My groans and moans grow louder with each passing 'slap', my hips involuntarily lifting off its seat. Danzō smiles triumphantly – a significant shift from her gentle and inviting expression since earlier – and her mouth descends to clasp the tip of my gland, earning her another trembling sound from my throat. She shifts to a shorter stroke and a wider horizontal-diagonal movement, at times scissoring her breasts to the point her nipples are atop each other, another times going back-and-forth to pull-and-push my cock diagonally towards her – keeping her ever-so-gentle blowjob on my tip. Covered by her plump lips, I can feel her tongue persistently prying open my urethra, going in-and-out just at that final few milimeters the small opening allows it in, attempting to drill into my cock as her inner cheeks knead the sides of my gland.
- Chupo... Chupo... Chupo...
Her insane ability to control every molecule in her body shows itself again, as her cheeks hollow out at an impossibly short part of her face, precisely sucking and clamping down on the sensitive part of my gland's neck.
My fingers, which are heading towards pinching her nipples again, freeze in place.
"MNGHHH!"
With a loud muffled groan, I ejaculate into her mouth, ramming my hips upwards with my hands supporting underneath me before I realize what's going on. She instantly shifts her grip from her breasts to underneath my hips, hugging my lower body to her mouth. Her breasts squash elastically under both of our weight, crushing my balls with their softness, as her tongue changes into repeatedly flicking my whole underside, matching the tempo of each spurt of semen as if she's guiding those white lumps of thick fluid out of my urethra at will. If it's even possible, the vacuum power produced by her oral cavity gets even stronger, as if she's trying to enact the metaphor 'sucking a man's soul right out of him' right now. At the very least, the pleasure is just as insanity-inducing as several of my serpentine wives' tongue-insertion right down to my scrotum innards' thorugh the urethra, thoguh this is more impressively produced by external stimulation instead of an internal one. When that feels like forcibly shooting out my semen by an upturned jackhammer from below, as the highest point of pressure is right around my perinuem area, this one is more akin to having my entire lower body liquefying right into Danzō's mouth.
- Slurp! Lick! Slurp! Lick! Slurp! Lick!
"Ah... Argh... D-Danzō... My goodness... I'm l-leaking..."
Even in the midst of my orgasm, she continues stimulating my cock's upper part, focusing on certain nervous bundles as opposed to trying to equally stimulate the whole length like Juubei and Kippoushi, causing my testicles to contract aond shrivel under the demand.
- Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
A moment later, my urine uncontrollably streams out, which she diligently drinks with as much fervour as my sperm. Even this is crazily good! Just as much fun as it is forcing my girls squirt and scream, so too Danzō enjoys seeing me unable to hold my bladder. She lifts her upper body and slides my cock out of the prison of her soft titjob in favor of deepthroating my cock as it sputters out all sorts of liquid – I don't know anymore!
"Ugh! U-Ugh!"
Embarrassing groans escape my mouth as I buck as deep as I can into her throat, the perfectly-moist and -warm organ expanding and constricting around my cock perfectly. This time it's literal, since she can shape her oesophagus to match my shape exactly, making me feel like I'm thrusting into a form-fitting cocksleeve. Even with the weight of my girth at the base, her tongue is still able to exert a palpable undulating pressure to cap off what her throat is enticing from deep within me.
After what feels like an eternity, the white filling my vision fades and colour returns to my sight, revealing I'm hugging her head tight into my crotch. Yet, the domineering and forceful position never manages to knock her off her rhythm, and when she feels my consciousness returning by the weakening of my hold, she doesn't rush to pop my cock off her mouth. Instead, she carefully slides herself back out for an inch, then back down half an inch to tease an upcoming deepthroat once again, yet pulls back again another inch to crawl her way to my tip. Of course, I'm not in any condition to protest, my body weak and limp against her ministrations, at the mercy of her oral cavity's final massage.
When half of my cock is out, and with more room to manoeuvre, she begins to softly-yet-strongly chew on the top half of my cock with nothing but her tongue, inner cheeks, and gum, taking great care not to brush her teeth against the now-sensitive rod of throbbing meat. Her action wrings out the last drops of cum and piss form my crotch, a dull ache spreading around my hip from the strain of the various organs related to produce such a copious amount of varying liquid simultaneously. Trying to regain control over my limbs again, I relax my bear-hug on her head and start to caress the sides of her face, trying to reply her smiling eyes with an equal amount of composure... though it's hard. "Haaahhh... T-That's amazing, Danzō," I breath out, mildly pinching her hollowed-in cheeks, her mouth still cleaning and suckling off trace remnants of all the fluids covering my cock, slobbering it with her saliva instead. "I love you."
- Bikun!
She twitches, before her entire body squirms happily.
- Plop!
Danzō puckers her lips as they finally leave my cock, carefully preventing even a stray drop of cum from escaping her mouth, before sexily drawing out what must be an extremely difficult task of swallowing that mixture of fluids. Yes, my piss might've diluted my semen somewhat, but I'm no under any illusion it's in any way a pleasant experience for anyone. I drink my girls' fluids all the time, yes, but one must remember my rich sexual experience as well as Magecraft's ability to make any kind of perverse ritual and copulation bearable. Even Chiyome, who outright proclaims to be the one who loves me the most, struggles through her determination to do anything she thinks will please me, despite my assurances otherwise. Oh, she's used to it by now, but the sight of her bright-red face as I gave her cunnilingus for the first time, as well as the adorable quivering of her then-immature pussy, is one I'll always treasure.
"You are thinking of another woman, my lord?" Danzō calmly inquires. "If such imagination pleases you, then by all means. I am not someone in a position to admonish you," she gently adds, after a flash of uncontrolled worry appear in my eyes. Smiling, she continues, whispering, "...besides, I can be whoever you wish me to be..."
And she really can do that. While she doesn't like wholly transforming her entire body with henge or utilizing her new body's features, preferring the look she's sported through these centuries, her sense of servitude is so strong one order from either me or Chiyome will be followed through to the extreme, to the point she can create new personalities she'll assume perfectly and forget her current one. It's much easier than it sounds because all she has to do is 'reboot' her mind, compared to a 'natural' human being whose personality is difficult to separate and renovate from the being recorded in the Akashic Records.
I wryly smile. "Just Chiyome. No one for you to be jealous about."
"Then... do you find a jealous expression lovable?" She tilts her head, her expression shifting back to her default neutral one. "Perhaps that's why you enjoy teasing Kippōshi-sama so much? Should I output that kind of inefficient emotion?"
I shake my head. "You're already unique as you are, and I won't change a part of you for anything."
She smiles happily, injecting a lot of innocence and childishness into her face to showcase her sincerity. "That means everything to me, my lord. I am grateful for your praise."
At times, it's difficult for her to convince others of her honesty because of her stiff emotional expressing capabilities, a carryover from her old body. Hence, the tiring need (for her) to inject additional extraneous emotions, simply to 'play the part', so to speak, even though she's already as honest and sincere as she can be. A good example is her treatment of the current Fūma generation – her desire for them to evolve by themselves without relying on her or any other past aspect isn't accompanied by her personal effort to convey the same intricacies she's always giving me and the other girls, painting her as an antagonistic ex-mother figure to those young men and women. Some intents do indeed go through, or they won't still be hanging around with wishful thinking. However, this limitation is intentional from her part, causing her no small amount of disappointment when she figures out these kids… aren't that emotionally smart.
Well, to be fair, I'm in the same boat. It's only because I have my Pure Eyes, access to the Akashic Records, and understanding of humanity I manage to avoid making a fool of myself when interacting with fellow humans. Subsequent Heroic Vessels should be better… I hope.
I also hope to fuck her as soon as possible, my cock having recovered magnificently after a few seconds of our lovey-dovey dialogue have passed. "Oh, my…" Danzō giggles once she feels the writhing heat rising under her chin. She grasps my balls delicately with her hands, earning a hiss from me, saying, "I can feel them churning, my lord."
Wordlessly, she pulls me back into the depths of the tub, stopping once we're right in the middle of this ridiculously opulent piece of furniture. Both I and Kippōshi are considerably taller than the average Nihon citizen, yet this immaculate tub can comfortably accommodate our entire height if we decide to stretch ourselves out on its bottom. In fact, its size is closer to a hollowed-out royal bed than the typical wooden or metallic drums used by the commonfolk. And this isn't counting the 'seat' circling its edge where I've been enjoying her titjob just now.
Her seductive mask is back on, somewhat stronger this time and overwhelming her motherly expression from before. She brings my head lower, hugging it between her breasts and muffling any sort of compliment I'm murmuring out once I feel their softness, while also leading the pair of us to sit comfortably down. My eyes are naturally filled with black and surrounded by comforting warmth, but I can feel her settling down on my lap and having grazed my cock with her plump pussy on the way.
With my posture a tad curled up, she whispers in my ears, "I hear you took Kippōshi-sama like this last night…?"
"Mmfn." I can only grunt out an affirmation, since her hold on my head is tight enough to seal my lips with her overflowing tits. "Mn. Mmfffffhhhhnnn…"
Translation: It's not like you to get competitive?
She pats my head, as if she can read my mind.
- Chupa!
Then, before I can brace myself, she lightly hops up – taking advantage of the milky water's lower-than-normal density – and impales herself on my cock to the hilt.
"Hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…" At long last, she lets out a clear sign of pleasure, exhaling loudly as her body reverberates around me. "I-I came… m-my lord…" she sighs contently, her voice so sweet compared to the tone she uses against the Fūma eliciting a massive sense of superiority in me. Naturally, I can't really reply since my face is still buried deep in her bosom – if any, her small orgasm just means her hug is constricting me ever-tighter – and I am left to simply enjoy her service, as is the theme tonight. "Ah… Ohh… Ahh~ "
Kōtarō's face – the current one, not the one Danzō defeated – if he saw this scene would've been too precious. Ditto his clan members. The unreachable woman of their dreams is currently wriggling her hips expertly solely for the purpose of pushing her beyond her own pleasure limit, much like an undisciplined prostitute. What would they think of me then? Oh, they definitely wouldn't blame her, and would frame me as a despicable evil who not only controlled her, but also shamed her in every chance I got. In fact, in their twisted worship of her, they might see this as rape and not consensual sex, even if Danzō came out and declared it so.
Compared to Kippōshi's near-frantic hip-swinging, or Jūbei's complete submissive behaviour, or perhaps Chiyome's upcoming plans (I fear and tremble imagining what she has in store), Danzō's movements have a… calculative aspect to it. Owing to her nature, her ability to detach herself from the sensations her body is feeling without completely tuning out mentally is the best. Hence, for those who know her very well like me and the other girls, sex with her always has a sense of artificiality to it. It doesn't mean she doesn't emote well or genuinely feel pleasure – far from it – but the fact she can calmly counters everything we put her through without missing a beat shows she still holds a considerable amount of… say, dignity back.
Even though we all like seeing each other lose control and such.
"Nhi~ Ah~ Shi~ I'm cu-cum-cumming again~ …!"
Slowly, Danzō figured this out by herself and began to let go of her inhibitions, when at first she defaulted to what was the Heian Period's norm of 'serving one's lord' – which meant near-robotic submission. At that time, prior to Yoritomo's and Yoshitsune's respective ascension to shogun, women were treated like inanimate objects men – and women with certain proclivities – could shop, trade, gift, and throw away with. Hence, it made no sense for the dominant party to spend effort to learn what made a woman feel good, much less achieving orgasm.
She begins to change especially after she notices all of us enjoy it more when she's enjoying it more, and the happy-to-please person she is, she can't help but transform her entire logic and performance to match our preferences.
"Haa… Haa… Haa… My lord…" Entranced, she repeatedly calls my name, hugging my head into her tits tighter and tighter as she wiggles her hips. Her fleshpot squirms independent of her body's movement, possible only with her physique, improbably rotating like a mechanical onahole clockwise and counter-clockwise dozens of degrees each side, before her wall's ridges pleasantly scratches my whole cock with every movement. "I love you… Chu… Oh, how I love you… Chu… Chu… Chu…"
Still deprived of my sight, I feel consecutive moist kisses on my forehead, her hand rubbing my hair like a mother patting her child to sleep. Her pussy's constricting around me without any gap and pause, as even when she lifts her hips, her lower lips remain stuck around my gland, pleasurably sucking it with every movement. The intensity grows even more when she plunges deep, shaking her hips in a way my cock inevitably drills through every single contour and wrinkle of her vagina before kissing her womb. Danzō's voluptuous body is a tub of soft flesh, completely devouring me from the inside out as she hugs me tighter than she would her own dakimakura.
"Fugu~ Fu… Fuwo~ Fu… Oguho~ "
In fact, she deliberately constructs her hole to be as rough and twisty as possible – a trend she picks up lately, after finished experimenting with 'regular' pussy shapes. Hence, with every movement, my cock feels like it's going through insanely soft crumpled sandpaper, forcing me to enjoy every nook and cranny as I am made to advance and retreat with every inch. Her tunnel is both pliable yet firm, scratching and squeezing in different ways around my cock – just the right elasticity to drive men insane. I know for a fact this is already far above what she's learnt in her first life, and only my familiarity and constitution allow me to last as long as I do regularly at night. If her 'victims' from that time experienced this, their minds would've been too broken to extract any decent information out of.
Eventually, her lips move downwards from my crown to my forehead, then gently lifting my face from sure-fire asphyxiation-via-breasts to capture my gasping mouth with hers. She easily takes control of both our tongues, tangling in a much slower, more passionate dance than her intensely gyrating hips and legs. My hands instinctively travel down her back, having placed themselves on her shoulder blades beforehand due to the suddenness of our fucking, tracing out her hourglass figure – from her broad upper back, to her slim waist, down to her shapely and fleshy butt. I squeeze those meaty asses as hard as I can, using them more as stress balls rather than tentatively giving her pleasure – though she gives a good moan down my throat from that – because I can't grit my teeth to hold back an orgasm due to our deep kissing.
"Ooh~ Ohh~ Ooh…? Hoo~ "
I can't really feel my cock in detail right now, because her entire being feels like one large, body-hugging unending fleshpot, with her different body parts difficult to differentiate. Her large chests squashes against my well-defined ones, deforming considerably from how powerfully she's hugging me, her hardened nipples intent on leaving dents on my flesh. She continues to devour my mouth, not letting a single witty remark out – the kinds I usually use to take control of the situation – while covering my cock's gland with her womb, whose mouth continuously sucks on my tip and refuses to let go, stimulating it just as intensely. It stretches and contracts following her minute movement, only pulling out and slamming in around the final third of my sizeable dick, but her folds' pressure makes it feel so elongated.
She combines the best features of Kippōshi and Chiyome – the former's oppressive tightness and the latter's flexibility – and mixes them in a way unattainable by any woman without a body as artificial as hers. Jūbei, who is sexy and attractive in her own way – and whose comparative innocence brings a different kind of similarly-intense pleasure – looks positively immature compared to Danzō's expert movements.
She has, after all, centuries to hone her craft. The years of inactivity don't dull her one bit – in fact, giving her a more natural body perhaps uncontrollably increases her sex drive, and her greater self-autonomy makes her more willing to indulge in those depravities without prior input.
…though I have never seen her as predatory as she is right now. Before, in our several orgies together, she usually seamlessly took on the role of swingwoman, catering to two or more of our needs. However, as oxygen continues to be scarce for me with how intensely she's French kissing me, I suspect she's honed in on a particular niche I've never explored: being submissive. Her personality, new or old, is too subservient to take advantage and fully transform into a sadistic monster who enjoys torturing men, but she can still work within this confine of whatever freedom her new programming allows her.
"Ahh~ Ahh~ Nnh~ Ha… Ahh~ "
"U-Urgh!"
Before long, I groan into her mouth as her vagina twists and milks my cock for all its worth, depositing all of my semen into her ravenous womb. Even with my entire body weight behind my final thrust, however, I'm unable to breach her baby room like I did to Kippōshi because her uterus is currently set to a tougher and more flexible texture. Instead, in my mind's eye, the image of her womb's mouth stretching inwards to its limits, only allowing the tip of my gland to poke slightly, before being flooded by semen spurting out from my cock's tip.
""Ngghuuu…""
Both of us shiver silently, any further sound muffled by our deep kiss. I can barely keep my eyes open from the combination of the natural drowsiness caused by the comfortable hot bath and Danzō's pleasurable body lulling me to sleep. She then whimpers mildly, making me realize I've dug my fingers so deep into her fleshy asses they're leaving marks. Just cosmetic, of course, but I tenderly rub her behind as an apology.
With our genitals still connected, she finally extricates herself from our kiss and chuckles, "You are amazing as always, my lord."
"Took the words right out of my mouth," I reply, a touch breathless from the soul-sucking orgasm. I can feel my balls twitching and contracting with every spurt, such is the strength her pussy and womb's using in conjunction with each other. I lean in to give her chin a chaste kiss, adding, "I love you, my wife."
"Ehehehe…" She uncharacteristically giggles, using a tone more akin to Jūbei's constant childishness than her usual mature aura. She kisses me back. "I love you more, my lord… if I may correct your words."
Before I can argue, she wrestles both of us backwards, herself falling while holding my neck in place to carry me along. Her pussy's grip tightens considerably to make sure my mildly-erect cock – softened a touch after orgasm – doesn't slip out in the slightest, and the tip of my gland makes an arousing, mushing sound against her womb's mouth when her back settles on the bathtub's floor. Because of the depth, Danzō actually drowns herself just to get full leverage on our entwined figures. I hurriedly shuffled forwards, hands still grabbing her fleshy asses, and lift her a touch so at least her face can comfortably break the bubbly, still-steaming water surface.
Funnily enough, the first thing which pokes through is her nipples, followed by her firm large breasts, before her cheeky face emerges, unfazed by the change in fluid medium.
I just know I'm making an overly-worried face which entertains her greatly, so I silently sulk and finish propping up the middle of her back against the raised platform over by her side of the tub. However, she seems to have a better idea, and pushes her crotch against me, fully knowing I have to follow her movements because of my still-sensitive cock, stopping our shift so just her nape is supported by the higher 'seat'. "Please embrace me, my lord, if you so desire to change my mind."
"Damn, you really know the words to use to fire me up, huh?!" I uncharacteristically growl with aggression, pulling myself all the way back before hilting my cock as deep as it'll go inside her. "H-How's this…?!"
Admittedly, those words would sound more manly if I lost the stutter and rising pitch near the end, as the maze-like structure of her inner walls constricts once again, fighting back for every inch of penetration I desire. I groan when her folds knead my tip just so, mushrooming open my urethra and stimulating more fluids to leak out from it. When I pull out, my gland's wide neck does scrape considerably on her walls, earning me delectable moans of pleasure – which in turn causes her deliciously-large breasts to jiggle as they float like gigantic, warm flesh icebergs on the water. Her hug has loosened considerably, letting her upper body to fall and rest upon the ledge I've placed her on, leaving a gap where I can somewhat check her pussy's condition through the milky water.
- Pan! Pan! Pan!
Scratch that. I can't control my libido well enough to maintain a stable water surface. Immediately, it grows choppy with the combination of my hip movement and her breasts' trembling. However, what I can control is the dilemma on whether to use Reinforcement or not. Unlike Jūbei and Kippōshi, Danzō has enough control over her systems even under the duress of sex to match my spell output. It's simply going to escalate further and further as neither of us wants to lose control of the situation, which will hypothetically end in a destroyed bathtub and bathroom.
A really nice set of bathtub and bathroom, mind.
"HIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…!"
Thankfully, we've never tried even a shred of Magecraft between the two of us, knowing this risk full well. It gives quite a bit more perspective into what I've always considered 'perfect' sexual encounters, since it reminds us what 'mortals' can experience at the maximum, instead of the overwhelming sensations various Magecraft can grant a couple. Still, because of our natural constitutions, what amounts to 'normal' between the two of us is still incredibly draining to normal humans or yōkai.
I angle my hips to gouge her womb upwards, though because of her fleshier hips, it won't poke through and create a lump like when I'm doing it with the much-thinner Chiyome. Still, it's payback for how much she's played me so far, and the sense of bouncing the tender womb upwards, somewhat spherical in size, harshly over and over again like playing volleyball is incredibly satisfying, especially since her composed expression immediately melts away into a sloppy one. Obviously, she's long untied her hair so it's splayed all over, floating on the water and framing her fair face, and the waves we're making gently rocks the black curtain up-and-down, much gentler than the ferocity I'm pounding her with.
"I'm cumming~ But I just came…!? AAAHH~ !"
Unlike Kippōshi, Danzō is ever the stickler to detail, and even the edges of ultimate pleasure can't make her lose control over her more minute physical movements. Her fingers still gently hang around my neck without piercing into my skin and scratching them wildly, while her legs firmly brings my hips tighter into her crotch, yet isn't the body-crushing grip Chiyome often uses when utilizing her serpentine nature. While all the aforementioned options can be pleasurable in their own right, at least mentally speaking, it's also relaxing to know everything's under control from both sides, instead of just me taking a dominant side all the time.
I lean downwards, capturing the floating twin mounds with the tips of my lips one at a time, sucking on the nipples as if I'm trying to hoist her entire body with it alone. First the left breast, then the right… Her tits, already floating on the water, are stretched upwards an inch or so.
Hey, because there's no Reinforcement, there's no way my mouth can lift such heavy bags of milk and flesh easily. I can't even beat my attempt on Jūbei, though at that time I was combining both suckling and pinching. But even if I was using my hands, it's a tough ask to lift and play with Danzō with just her massive tits as leverage, since she's considerably sturdier than the younger girl. I never got the chance to do this with Kippōshi – our differing relationship seemingly the cause of this hesitation – so it's not like I've got a comprehensive data set.
One involving torturing girls from just their breasts and nipples alone. Heh. Yet another new emotion I've just learnt: feeling lucky and blessed.
"AAH~ AHH~ I can't stop cumming… "
Once again, I left her face out of my sight; my entire vision is filled with the sight of creamy skin, soft flesh, and hardened nubs. It's interesting to compare the texture of the various pairs of nipples I've tasted – the number eludes me from its size – but the immediate comparison to the lovers I know from this mission feels somewhat unfair, though incredibly tempting. I think this is one of the topics they've personally discussed among themselves in the nights when I'm not present – some sort of 'girls' only night' – so perhaps I'm justified in starting this topic mentally?
Danzō's pair are extremely plump, heir elasticity backed by her breasts' overflowing texture and posture – the latter which defies gravity despite their size, more akin to modern-day artificially-implanted and -operated shape than how a natural pair her size should sag due to gravity. In comparison, Kippōshi's more defined musculature makes her nipples delectably chewy and firm, while Jūbei's are soft and nubile. I'm expecting yet another arousing difference with my first wife tomorrow, owing to yet another variety of physique.
I grab her tighter, my hands sliding up from her asses to her hips for better purchase, rising into a tall kneeling position to create more distance for my thrusts to follow through. The change in angle means she have to adjust her pussy to match, and this lag is what I'm counting on to avoid drowning in her 'service' like earlier. Besides, she's deliberately baiting me with a distinctly demure and submissive behaviour compared to before. Her hands slide off the back of my neck in favour of grasping the bathtub's ledge behind her, crossing them to deliberately emphasize her chest and flushed expression. She's letting her tongue out loose, blowing out enchanting foggy breaths despite the humid environment. Her legs, sensing my hips' change in movement, shift before her pussy walls can, parting open and firmly planting both soles on the bathtub's base, matching my frantic thrusts while bowlegged.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ahhn~ "
"Fuh… Fuh…"
My cock punches her womb from below, missing its mouth and bumping the fleshy lips from below. I have little intention to precisely correct my movement, knowing all the stimulations we've been through has made her quite sensitive. Another sloppy thrust goes too high, since I miss her body's natural downwards fall intentionally, squashing the uterus mouth downwards with my frenulum instead. I groan at the accidentally-pleasurable sensation shooting up my cock down to my balls, our sensitive parts rubbing each other equally harshly.
The bathwater ripples greatly as our pace increased, my cock thrusting into her with ever more ferocity, while her pussy keeps inviting me in deeper and deeper. Danzō, panting heavily, tries to move her uterus to capture my tip, but to no avail, as I'm deliberately avoiding it by making circles with my hips to ensure I'm grinding the deeper indentations surrounding her womb's mouth instead of the 'jackpot' part. The warm water feels scalding around our sensitive parts, the liquid permeating into her already-hot tunnel and searing everything inside, almost matching Kippōshi's natural internal body temperature. No, in fact, it's getting dangerously higher than even that level, since this piece of furniture won't activate its cooldown function if we're still fucking like rabbits in it – only when there's no detectable activity. Danzō's new body may have been efficient, but one part which remains close to a normal human being is her need to shed excess generated internal heat by any means necessary – thus, the air grows more and more humid with both our sweat and other bodily fluids excreted from our pores.
Soon, I can't differentiate between the noise of the small waves lapping against the bathtub's edges with the smacking of our crotches. Her moans have the effect of eliciting heavy grunts from me – partially due to exertion from the water's density and heat, partially due to how her pussy and uterus keep munching down and squeezing and wringing everything from my cock, edging me closer and closer to yet another pathetic orgasm.
Well, 'pathetic' in a sense I can't take control of the situation like always – something I think my subconscious have decided the moment I stepped foot inside this bathroom – and been made to spurt out copious amount of semen per ejaculation which would've killed a normal man by the second shot. I pride myself as the 'perfect male' who orgasms only after my partners are satisfied with how much they're getting, much like an impossibly fantastical male character, but I guess reality is different. No matter how dominant a person may appear on the outside, or even believe themselves to be, there's always soft spots available to be taken advantage of. Case in point: Kippōshi versus Bontenmaru-chan. Or me and those I care for.
The only choice is whether to embrace this inevitable weakness and use it as a source of strength, or deny and hide it in fear of one's opponents using it against them.
…or, as is typical of myself I strive to take the third option. If there isn't one, then I'll create one. That's why I gave my all to train all the women in my life bar Gilgamesh – who's already far too strong for her own good, and too set in her ways – as early in my various lives as I can. Therefore, those who aim at them, thinking they're a fatal weakness of mine, fall into a trap and get killed by them instead. And all of this is with the consideration my enemies manage to bypass the information blockade I usually have already established to guard against them in the future, fully abusing the Akashic Records, because all Heroic Vessels naturally have a protection from historical records. Those of the next generation who try to gleam our powers, strengths, habits, and personalities will find it impossible to do so, and the ones in the same era as we are have a closing timetable in which to try and figure out how to defeat us – and all the time, they're too late.
The only times I feel somewhat threatened, to be honest, is against Sefar, whose strength and Conceptual Weight are so overwhelming she can instantly move into a favourable position if given the slightest leeway. The last time I faced against her in Hellenistic Greece, the battle ended in my favour owing to her recently- and forcibly-awakened state. Mutual destruction is the best outcome I can devise if both of us fight at full strength.
Given she's female, though, Alaya had the cheeky idea of putting me in a position as her potential mate. Yes, there is a Quantum Time Lock far in the future where she's emotionally vulnerable like so, but I will have to survive multiple encounters against her in order to get to that point. Fortunately, having spent so long in this planet, certain parameters grow attached to her – shackles to her true strength, completed by one last chain in that faraway future, in a world where the digital and physical intermingles inseparably. Additionally, Velber's scheduled revolution around the galaxy is still some ways' away.
140,000 years is ample time to raise an army of Heroic Vessels. After all, that's what we're for no?
Well, that… and the sex is good. Sex is very good.
The two of us have been rutting each other for several smaller orgasms already, our crotches wet not just from the bathwater, but also our leaked fluids, making the bath even murkier than it is. Thankfully, Danzō has great control over her bowels, or something else might've come out, forcing us to move out of this comfortable place. No matter how good its circulatory system is, the amount of piss, vaginal and uterine ejaculation, and precum will eventually taint its previously milky-white colour, though it's not so visible under the copious amount of bubbles it's still generating.
After a while, Danzō grew used to my erratic thrusting, and managed to find her own angle where my cock will undoubtedly slam into her womb, its mouth greedily sucking on me before letting go with a 'pop'. It's getting more and more difficult to move my hips as she increases her pussy's grip, grabbing my whole shaft and refusing to let go each time, before the sheer vacuum left behind by my movement sucks me in once again, since there's no gap between her walls and my shaft anymore.
When I wanted to be the one to deal the finishing blow, she takes the initiative and attacks just before I'm ready.
All night long, she's conditioned her vagina to be supremely elastic yet firm, conforming to my movements to some point before bouncing back, perfectly combining tightness and wetness to contain my cock entirely within her grasp. However, in an instant, everything softens… and I easily plunge into her baby room, penile gland and all, before she constricts her uterus and chokes my cock, stopping me from moving at all, as her entire vagina collapses in to squeeze me.
"O-O-OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH?!"
I, perhaps for the first time in a long while, scream.
The 'white light' the girls always describe when I bring them to orgasm again and again appears to flood my vision, as I feel all of my essence being sucked out right into Danzō's smiling figure, up to and including my soul, much less my poor sperm who's mercilessly gobbled up by her ovaries.
I didn't know she can manipulate even her fallopian tubes to prolapse and suck my gland alongside her whole womb, feeling like two loving pecks to its side through the haze of my orgasm.
And, embarrassingly, I simply snuggle into Danzō's ample chest and fall asleep, as her hand gently rubs my back.