You know, for the last couple of years, I've been noticing a sharp decline in quality fanfics.
Nowadays, everything is about feelings and shit, or subverting expectations and crap. Where's the truth, the real? The edge? And I'm not talking about just the edge in this shit coming up. But quality stories in general. Goddamn but is the internet infested with normies nowadays.
If this shit triggers you? Good, fuck off my lawn and please bend over before you do so, so I can kick your butt on the way out as you bitches self filter.
Now. Time for some unabashedly evil entertainment.
What's the moral? There's no moral you smoothbrains. Merely fun.
"Yuma-chan…why?"
Her lips pulled into a grimace and she took a step away from the dying mongrel that fell flat on its back with the vanishing of her light spear. "Know your place and die for me, pig!"
In response, the hideous pig she had humored for the last few hours let out a gurgle, spitting blood while tears gathered at the corners of its brown eyes.
"Hmf!" she let out a disdainful sniff, throwing her raven locks over her shoulder and spinning about, her eyes falling on the fountain filled with water and leaves. "Pointless, this was all pointless." She shook her head and behind her the pig let out another gurgle. "Shut up!"
He stared at the amorphous thing above and around him which hurt his eyes to look at.
"So." He felt the entity's focus. Its attention a weighty, tangible thing. "I have to ask." He hastened to raise his arms, waving them in a placating manner, as he avoided paying too much attention at the dizzying kaleidoscopic madness all around them. "Not that I'm turning your offer down or anything, but still, I have to know."
"Speak."
"What will you have me do." The ever shifting, multi-limbed, multi-headed creature stared. "That is, what do you want in return for this…boon?"
"Naught."
He blinked.
"Pardon?"
"Do as thou will, that, and the result of your actions shall serve as thine payment."
A wild, mad grin spread across his lips.
Alright. That? That I can work with!
"Sold! Where do I sign up?"
The devil creature offered no answer, instead, some its ever shifting limbs seemed to grow denser as did the energy it exuded, the pressure along with them and then he screamed for the pain started.
His body burned, filling him with an unimaginable pain, but through it all?
His spirit, his mind, his will grew stronger, and more importantly? A new power blazed in his core and his eyes remained.
Eyes the color of blood which even as his old body turned into ash they remained, and even in a spirit state the eyes still spinned, radiating a malignant aura.
And even without a body or a throat, he laughed as the power and the madness slammed into him like a truck.
"A goddamn waste of my time," Raynare murmured as she felt the pathetic pig's lifeforce dwindle down to zero.
An irritated exhale left her lips and her wings grew taut, flapping once as she raised a hand, massaging her nose and prepared to lift herself into the air.
Only for the foulest aura she'd ever felt to slam into her, making her eyes widen, her body tremble as she gazed over her shoulder behind her. For the aura originated from…from the pig—
"Fuck! That hurts!"
A mewling whimper left her lips as the pig pushed himself upwards, his naked torso steaming as the spot where it sported a gapping whole but a moment prior all but welded itself shut courtesy of an even fouler aura than the one emanated by the very different boy, before, its job finished, the corrupt energy vanished.
And where the wound had been, an angry red scar remained, stretching across most of the youth's torso.
"Goddamn it!" the youth spat, patting down the edges of the scar with his left hand, the left hand which bore a red gauntlet. "Not even five minutes in this shit-hole and this body is already half ruined!"
Raynare licked her lips.
"I-isssei-kun?" she tried, falling back on old habits in the face of a superior being.
In response to her trembling words, a scowling face rose, and focused spinning eyes upon her, eyes emanating with a hellish red glow and within which, a pair of three tomoe spun in each orb and Raynare's eyes widened as she felt her body grow stiff. Freezing despite her mind's protests.
"You…" the pig…nay, man muttered, frown intensifying as his eyes trailed up and down her form. And Raynare, for the first time in centuries, felt fear. A fear she'd thought forgotten, and her body…perhaps her attire choice hadn't been the wisest. "Raynare, right?" the young man asked, shrugging of the remains of his ruined shirt, and standing tall in just his mostly intact dark trousers.
Had he always been this buff?
"So, I take it I have you to thank for this?" the man asked, pointing at his new scar with a thumb, his red eyes shifting for an instant. The trio of tomoe in each pupil flowing and reforming into a pair of pinwheels. Magnifying the evil slamming into her before they turned into their previous state.
Terror filled her as she tried to move and flee in vain. Her frozen body not heeding her commands.
What have I unleashed?
"Eh, at least, chicks supposedly dig scars or something," he murmured, scratching at the itching scar with the red gauntlet.
Boosted gear, eh? I'll deal with you later.
"Still," he glared at the bitch that had the gall to mar his new body. "You need to be punished for your sheer audacity if nothing else." the black haired fallen clad in a dark stripper like revealing outfit trembled. Not able to do much else as he took in her long shapely legs, clad in black highlights, to her juicy thighs and the pussy and wide hips barely concealed by thin black strips that cosplayed as panties, or the thin strips of leather barely hiding her nipples above.
He licked his lips as she woman stared at him in terror.
Raising an arm he snapped his fingers.
"Right, a name. This world will have to learn to fear me, and to do that? It needs a name to know me by, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be Issei, that's for damn sure," he said with a snort, as Raynare stared at him with incomprehension. "So…what shall it be?"
He tapped a finger on his chin for a few moments and then a wide grin stretched across his lips.
"Eh fuck it, we're going full hog up in this bitch," he said, shrugging his shoulders and pointing at the mute woman. "You there, semen receptacle. Behold the doom you brought upon yourself, and that doom's name is Uchiha, Yami Uchiha! Bwahahahaha!" he threw his head back and laughed as he felt the fallen try and pry herself free from the power of his eyes and fail.
Yami knew not the mechanics behind his new powers, and frankly, he didn't care all that much either. He had chakra, he had the sharingan, he had this body's memories and he could use his sharingan with an instinctive mastery. Less so regarding chakra in general, or even worse this body's inherent gifts, like the portable powerup in the form of a dragon.
But it didn't matter.
For within his skull, the might of the strongest bloodline blazed. And with the abilities of every Uchiha in his, eventual, disposal, as per the agreement? The world would be his, in time.
A tiny whisper of protest welled up from within the depths of his consciousness, no doubt the remnants of the old weakling within him.
"Heh." He squashed it and grinned at Raynare. "Well, now. I'm no Obito, but, if he could…educate a fuckin perfect jin…jun…the mizukage, I sure as hell should be able to…" a dark cackle left his lips. "Educate you in how to be of use and show proper reverence to your betters."
Moisture gathered at the corners of the woman's eyes.
"But, as I said, I'm no Obito, but, practice makes perfect and so…Thanks in advance for helping me improve~" he said with a bright tone and stepped closer to the woman, staring deep into her eyes, and with grafted instincts, diving into the depths of her mind as he raised his arms, grasping the woman's surprisingly soft ones to steady himself while he went about his work.
And bit by bit, cut by mental cut, the old Raynare was no more.
"Gkh!"
Yami dropped to one knee, left arm clutching his face, blood dripping freely between his fingers.
"Damn…the kickback…"
"My lord?"
Soft hands, hands which could rend apart steel with the same ease a human could break a candy bar landed on his shoulders, the fingers threading under his armpits an instant later, making Yami squirm at the contact even as the woman gently tugged him upwards. Supporting him.
"Its nothing, Raynare," Yami said with a pant and a grin, dropping his hand away from his face, the spike of agony already on its way out. "I'm merely not used to this, that's all. First time is always the hardest, no?"
The black haired woman, expression reverent, merely blinked.
"As you say, my lord."
"Damn do I like the sound of that," he said with a grin, and felt his cock throb in his pants. Apparently his little buddy liked it too, and his brainwashed slut's nigh naked appearance didn't help matters.
Pushing himself free of Raynare's arms, he turned around and made to take a step.
"Now, I'm feeling kinda hungry and horni so, lets—woah."
"My lord!"
Strong hands once more took hold of him, steadying him as the paved ground and the trees around them, hell, even the stars on the night sky above seemed to dance for a moment.
"Goddamn! This feels worse than that one time I had an impure batch of lcd!" waiting until the triple vision stopped alongside the swimming, he looked over his shoulder, meeting the woman's worried purple eyes. "So, walking is right out for the moment."
"My lord, shall I take you to my base?" the woman asked, expression pure, honest, and yet, Yami frowned. "We will be safe there and—"
"No need, semen receptacle," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not feeling up to the task of educating a whole bunch of cretins right now. But."
"But?"
A slow, evil smile spread across his lips. "One or two more shouldn't be beyond my abilities right now." He started cackling as he perused the memories of this body's previous owner. And found an answer to both his hunger and hunger problem. "Raynare."
"Yes!"
"Put those fat wings of yours to good use and take us home."
"T-they aren't fat!"
"No need to worry semen receptacle, nothing a few rounds of exercise won't fix. The exercise being my dick!"
Raynare sighed and, with Yami secured in her arms, flapped her wings, lifting them of the ground.
"Oh, by the way," he pointed with his left arm. "My house is—"
"I know the way, my master."
"Ah good."
In pretty short order and courtesy of his fallen transport, they arrived at the failure's house, namely the previous owner of this body whose soul Yami was even now digesting and absorbing.
Shrugging himself free of Raynare's grasp and letting the stolen memories guide him, he stepped up to the boring old house's door, flashed the, thankfully, still intact keys from his intact for the most part trousers, and unlocked the door.
"Son!"
"Issei!"
Ignoring the happy shouts from within as the door opened, Yami gazed back at the patiently waiting fallen and made a beckoning gesture as he stepped into the house, grin in place, red eyes spinning merrily.
"S-son?"
"Issei, whose that?" his mom asked.
Yami's grin widened.
"Don't worry, we'll get to that," he said, and glanced at the cuck to be for a moment. "Sleep," he ordered and the man fell to the floor with a thud.
"Dear!" his mom screamed, rushing to the cuck's side, kneeling next to the man, tears already welling in her green eyes and Yami licked his lips as his eyes trailed all over her form, noting how the somewhat loose white button up shirt and the pink yoga pants hinted at the treasures underneath. "I-issei, w-what did you do…ah…" the woman froze as she gazed at him with tear-stricken eyes, unable to look away from his hypnotic eyes.
"Semen receptacle."
A sigh came from behind him. "Yes, my lord?"
"Place the old fart on the couch over there and thank you."
"For what my lord?"
He stepped closer, and knelt in front of the frozen green eyed milf, raising a hand and caressing one of her brown strands. "For helping me practice. I suspect my touch will be far more…gentle this time around, ahahahaha!"
Paying little attention to the feathered woman kneeling next to him, picking up the unconscious man, and thus missing the momentary flash of hate upon her face, he peered deep into his 'mother's' eyes, going about his work.
"Butchou?"
Rubbing a few bits of dirt between her fingers, dirt laced with dried out blood and hints of holy, Rias blinked and, letting the dirt drop gazed at her oldest friend.
"What is it Akeno?"
Her Queen, a rare expression of seriousness on her face, gazed at their surroundings with a deep set scowl.
"Akeno?"
"A wielder of holy fought here," the woman spat in barely veiled disgust.
"I already surmised as much," Rias said, nodding her head as she stood up, dusting her skirt. "Still, the question then becomes—"
"Who."
"Indeed. That, and—"
"The corpse."
"Yes. After all, whoever the unlucky person was, the attack, judging by the energy traces still present was nowhere near enough to vaporise the body, nor were there any followups. So…did they take the body with them?"
"What for?"
"That's the question is it not?" Rias said before frowning and her fist clenched as the fountain continued to spew water. "But, I can promise you this, unfortunate soul," she said, glaring at the spot where a no doubt innocent soul was extinguished. "I will avenge you!"
"Ah~ah~ah~!"
Yami grunted as he continued to thrust into Miki's tight milf pussy, his mother's slutty walls doing their darn best to clump around his cock, wrapping around his invading pillar and pulsing as they tried to milk him, suffusing him with heat.
"Damn! You're just as big a slut as I am, huh?" he asked, pistoning in and out, in and out of the slutty moaning woman laying on his bed, her massive tits jiggling back and forth as the flushing woman hid her blushing face with her left forearm thrown over her face. "You wanted to fuck me for a long time, didn't you, you depraved whore? I bet the old cuck couldn't satisfy you like I can, huh?"
"I-issei-kun, t-that's not…aaaah…not truueee!"
[boosto!]
Growling, and quite thankful that he didn't have to deal with the dragon to utilize a standard boost as long as he used the thing as if it was a mere twice critical. Yami reached out with his gauntleted hand just as his already impressive dick hardened and grew even more, making the woman howl and arch her back, bringing her impressive tits closer to his face and hand.
A fact Yami took quick advantage off by grasping the fat tit to his left with his gauntlet, also thankful that sensation seemed to transmit as if the thing wasn't there, and, leaning forward, threaded his other arm behind the woman's back, steadying her as his mouth latched onto her free nipple, suckling hard.
"Ah!"
And making her jerk and convulse in his grasp, and as he rolled and pinched her nipple between gloved fingers, her belly convulsed, her pussy clenching and unclenching in a maddened rhythm, doing its best to milk him dry as Yami felt his mother's womb lower and kiss his tip, trying to engulf it and a flood of juices shot out of the woman's slutty hole, soaking the sheets and his pubes.
Growling, Yami pushed himself forward, placing the woman back down the sheets with him on top and he thrust deep and begun shooting rope after rope of thick gooey baby butter into his mother's unprotected and almost eager walls.
"Ah~!" making her howl and her belly convulse again.
And as the river of sperm ceased its flow, his lips left the woman's nipple.
"I told you, its Yami you airheaded bimbo," he growled.
"A-ah, s-sorry, Yami-chan—mphf?"
He attacked her lips, stealing a kiss out of the green-eyed milf, making her mewl into his mouth as his lips and tongue explored each and every inch of her mouth.
Breaking the kiss, he grinned as the beauty panted below him, averting her eyes, a mix of shame and lust on her flushed face.
"Don't worry, mum," he said, an evil grin on his face. "You no longer need to worry whether you'll see any grandchildren."
The woman, forgetting her shame for a moment met his gaze with a blink.
"Eh? I-issei-chan?"
"After all, you'll be helping me make them, and I told you, Yami. Yami!" he said and thrusted deep with still hard cock.
"Ah!" making Miki's back arch once more.
"Master…what about me?"
Gazing to the side at the naked, squirming fallen in a seiza position, Yami blinked.
"Ah, right. Semen receptacle."
"Yes~?"
"Yes?"
He closed his mouth and gazed at the flushed Miki.
"Not you, mum," he said with a sigh.
"Oh…"
He bit his lip.
"You." He pointed at the fallen. "Lick this slut's cunt clean, and I'll get to you after, for now, I need to think," he said as he freed himself from the milf's vise like pussy.
"Think, my lord?"
"Yes." He nodded as he pushed himself away from the bed, standing in the nude even as Raynare quickly took his spot, holding Miki's juicy thighs open and staring at the treat between them. "About my next move," he said and, heedless of his nudity approached the weakling's desk and chair, plopping down in said chair and tapping his fingers on the desk.
"Ah~!"
And as Raynare went about fulfilling her assigned role, Yami sat and pondered.
Damn. That slut felt good! And now that I think about it, Rias' mom has got it going on and for that matter, even if she's currently pushing up daisies, Akeno's mom was hot as well was she not? I need to get me a Rinnegan. Soon!
Spinning about in his chair, he watched the magnificent sight of his mother being eaten out and felt his dick go back up to full mast, and a mad grin split his face. "After all, it's inexcusable for such delectable beauties to be missing from my harem. The harem of the strongest Uchiha! Ahahahahah!"
Schedule?
Whenever I feel like it.
For those triggered by "muh sex scenes", grow a pair.
For those who will be triggered when its not just sex scenes every chapter, grow a pair.
Now, fuck off.