Chapter 2: Rite of Bestiality
[WARNING - lewd scenes. Do not read if you're not of legal age]
[Skip to the next chapter if you don't like tentacle porn]
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" pinned down, Ayane was in deep shit. She used up all of her ninpo in the hopes of subduing this demon god.
The scantily clad ninja held her Fuma Kodachi locked against the sharp fangs of the monster. The gnashing of metal against teeth reverberated through the barren battlefield; the sunlight, a stark contrast from the absence of life.
'Ryu's ass, Ryu's dick hmmmm yummy' she thought to herself as Ayane's strength was waning; she knew that if she didn't figure out a plan, this guy's gonna have his way on her.
'Not without a fight!' she struggled and squiggled, her bosoms wiggled.
"Stop resisting, bitch! You know you want it...!" the smell of death seething through his enormous mouth – Greg (yes his name is Greg, suck it up) gathered his strength, and tightened the grip of his rubber-like tentacles, bruising our heroine's soft skin.
"Y-Yameteee!" Ayane's resistance was gradually turning into futile attempts of survival; it was getting harder to breathe as her ribcage compacted near its limits. Her body was not used to taking this much beating as she almost always survives battles unscathed.
Ayane recounted her recent reconnaissance mission where all she needed to do was to "take care" of lowly ninja guards. Taking off her panties seem to always work wonders.. plus using her tantalizing red eyes, and glorious bazoongas, she completed the mission in less than 30 minutes as she "swallowed" the essence of 300 men and delivered the final "blows."
She savored this thought for a few moments – zoning out of the battlefield and finding her inner spunk to befell this hideous creature. She could almost smell the mixture of blood and semen that gave her a bit of a push on her spiritual levels. 'god I love this job' she thought naughtily.
It was her plan to lure Greg towards the drylands to get an advantage, but due to a malfunction of one of her kunai-bombs, (which of course didn't happen 99.9% of the time) she used a shitton of ninpo power to compensate, fighting Greg. Needless to say, the plan didn't work. Only then that she wondered why the higher ups sent her to this treacherous mission…
Greg didn't look like it, but he was one of the 7 elite demon gods of the water. He knew that he would be at a disadvantage but he was too drawn to Ayane's amazing titties to care.
He is an overconfident dickhead who thinks with his dick rather than his head, and followed his primal instincts for every decision making. Which isn't decision making at all.
"grrrraaaah!," was all Ayane could muster through her gritted teeth. Her façade of bravery was gradually being overcome by an enemy with extreme malicious intent. 'Beastiality's not my thing!' she mumbled as the Greg's fishy smell invaded her nostrils.
Meanwhile, Greg was also busy "invading" Ayane's body. As her weapon's locked rigid against his mouth, his two free hands were wandering 'round.
Realizing Greg's intentions, Ayane gathered all of her strength and pushed her weapon hard, while trying to break free of the tentacles. 'Ugh, this isn't working! Damnit!'
*passionate rock music plays in the background*
'Bounce bounce bounce, pounce pounce pounce. She tried harder, let out a shudder, until her top gave way, mounds of womanhood popped and went astray.'
Her breasts were literally beneath Greg's face, now swinging freely, bouncing occasionally. The less clothing she had the hotter she felt. Ayane didn't realize it, but her nips were getting harder due to the intense bondage action. With her pleasure centers overloaded coupled with occasional asphyxia, it was almost time for her to detonate.
"aaaaagggghh!" Ayane screamed passionately as Greg pinched her now rock solid nipples!
It felt like she was being torn apart by heaven and hell. "K..kkimoch…. nonono! ahhh -- IEEEE! IIIEEE!". Rubbing her nipples in circles, the exquisite slimy and scaly feel of Greg's fish hands felt uncannily good against her soft skin. She shivered as she lost touch with reality.
With the throes of desire taking over her body, Ayane's grip of her short swords faltered; they were getting heavier and heavier, until she totally dropped 'em.
'clank!' the weapons that claimed a myriad of lives, now lay witness to Ayane's rite of bestiality. The howl of the winds danced and covered the weapon with dust. But, as if to give hope, the Fuma Kodachi still glistened in the sun, gracefully penetrating the atmosphere with the souls of the departed.
In the meantime, Greg 's snake-like tongue, creeping through a small gap in between his fangs, slithered across Ayane's chest. It felt like concrete kissing Ayane's body, but for some reason, she was digging it. And guess who will get a diggin' soon?
His tongue continued towards Ayane's navel, as her buttocks reacted by clenching together;
"aaaaaah!" her face grimaced as the let go of her resistance and accepted her fate. She even spread her legs a little, anticipating the slimy and gooey tissue that aims to push her pleasure buttons.
Greg was still busy molesting the wonderful Fuji mountains of Ayane's, groping and pinching harder as his tongue was nearing its destination. As he grinned, drops of saliva fell on Ayane's mouth, which she readily sipped like a hungry puppy. 'hhmmm.. tastes like salt water, but with whole granules' – she thought while licking her lips clean.
"You like that huh?!" Greg's crooked smile flashed as he cupped the all-natural-Japanese-baby-got-ninja-boobs in the palm of his hands.
Ayane nodded and was just moaning as she closed her eyes; if she was going to perish on the hands of a demon god then she might as well enjoy her last moments.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" her whole body twitched as she felt Greg's tongue slowly caressing her lavender lace panties!
Up and down, left and right - quick as the wings of a hummingbird. Greg's tongue was watering Ayane's thirsty flower; he continued licking and the friction between his tongue and the softness of the small fabric covering Ayane's cunt was exhilarating to say the least.
"What do we have here?" hissing, Greg's tongue skillfully sets the lace panties on one side, then streams of liquid gushed through her now naked pussy.
Greg let go of Ayane's jugs and re-positioned himself to give Ayane a proper Aussie kiss. "I'm going to eat you properly" he held on to both of Ayane's flawless legs; she held her breath in anticipation.
Ayane opened her legs further, now spread eagle, ready to receive the most pleasurable DATY of her life!
As soon as Greg's dry lips came in contact with Ayane's window of womanhood, electricity flowed through her whole body; she was now grabbing the sands beneath her, bracing herself for the strongest orgasm of her life. She bit her lip and then exclaimed "ooohhh aaaahhhh eeaaahhh!"
Greg knew that she was at her limits, so he immediately thrust the whole length of his tongue into her!
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Ayane shrieked as she felt a hot tornado building up inside of her; the snake like movements spiraling inside plus an aggressive clitoral stimulation were more than enough to send her exploding through outer heaven!
"EeeEEEYAAAAHHH!" her fragile body, now a temple for malevolent erotica; spasm over spasm, streams of love juice shot through Greg's face; his jaw hardened as he absorbed the sweet liquid into his pores. Meanwhile, another part of "Greg's anatomy" was suffering the same effect.
But then, Ayane, out of nowhere, started counting down…
"Three, two, one…." She winked.
Greg, who was quite surprised, stood up. "W-What are you trying to--?" before he could even finish his sentence, he felt a very warm Ninpo being cast.
Manly male voice: "Art of the Infernooo!" *ching!!
"Uwaaaaaaahhhhh!" Greg exploded into smithereens!
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