[X] “Let’s head to your place now. They can wait and as you can see, I’d like to get going.”


“Fine by me,” the shinigami replies, standing before us. “Come on.”

Saying this, she lifts a hand and, strangely, I feel as if I’m being dropped quite suddenly from a cliff, though I’m clearly not moving at all. The space around us loses light, and where I’d once seen the intersection of the land and river, I now see a dark and lamp-lit room. A bedroom. Onozuka... Komachi-san’s bedroom?

She steps from the pier and onto the polished, wood floor. Satori and I follow.

And the river vanishes behind us. That... wasn’t quite a portal... was it? What on earth was that?

“Should I go take a quick back before anything?” the youkai who did this asks me, plucking at her top and twisting her brow.

“No...” I say. “I’d rather you like this.”

To that, Onozuka-san lets one short breath go from her nose, and she shows me a satisfied, and not only a bit eager, smirk.

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You know I’d yet to have had a session with a woman I could call a “cow”... And to be clear: I cow as a compliment.

I am currently fucking Gensokyo’s shinigami, Onozuka Komachi, raw and from behind—my cock outright stuffed in her as I simply savor the sheer weight of it all. This slamming of my hips against her, and her groaning and the sound of her bottom slapping into my thighs, over and over: it is thorough in ecstasy. In a way, my cock couldn’t be happier: plowing into feels so obviously fertile, and with an audience at that. Gods, when a warm cunt and hungry womb are so obviously wanting for seed – to be bred and marked and left satisfied – it’s trouble not breaking and filling her up. I’ve her unconscionable breasts, huge and barely fitting within my hands, and her nipples squeezed between my fingers, Let’s make her her weak in the knees, shall we? She wants me to cum; but I’d prefer she came first. And I am managing, I believe, steadily. Her legs spread a bit more, her bottom raises too. I start putting more power and purpose to my thrusts. Her face turns against the bed, and her gaze stares off to nothing as her entire body jiggles from the force.

Satori is watching us, standing beside the bed.

What preceded this was very quick. Fondling too place: touching, licking, sucking this and that. At one point she gave one of my cheeks a squeeze. She told me that it had a nice amount of muscle. At some point our tongues were intertwined, and my knuckles were buried in her pussy. Even then she refused to cum, instead setting me on her bed, sandwiching my near-bursting penis between her breasts, and trying to beat me (off) instead. Now I don’t get a proper paizuri often, so I very much let myself enjoy the gesture... but like her, I would not cum either. Not with just that.

She called me stubborn as I was gritting my teeth and holding back the threatening wave of release building in my sack. I told her, straight, “I want my first shot inside you.”

“In my mouth?” she asked, opening wide and showing me her tongue.

“In your pussy,” I clarified. And, I bid her, “Show me.”

There she set my twitching dick free and stood away from her bed. Lifting her skirt, she teased me a bit until my tongue was on, and soon in, her bushy crotch. Once more the flow took over and in time she was on her knees, on the bed, with my fingers rapidly stimulating (or perhaps I should say “bullying”) her clit. At that point I could see neither of us would budge. I got on my knees as well, slapped my Boy against her soaking entrance, and I slid my way in with no warning.

And may I say? I am astounded, because she is gorgeous. Certainly she is a plentiful woman, but under the fat of her bottom and the meat of her upper legs—altogether that waist I held in my hands: there is healthy muscle. Thinking on this again, I hug her and begin kissing her back, now thrusting full-tilt. I would be thrilled to bear a child with her.

Onozuka-san’s tits are now swinging in a way very similar to sacks, I think, and that is as amusing as it is bolstering. I’ll finish up soon, and I’m sure I will pour nigh endlessly into her uterus once I do.

While I sniff her sweaty body between her shoulder blades, I look up and make eye contact with Satori. She’s seen this act since the start. She’s been a silent observer to all parts of it, but remains rapt and rosy-cheeked, and most often straight of back. She saw the end of my mating with the cat Orin. At this point, I wonder what she thinks will happen to her?

I grab Komachi’s breasts once again, and with that I begin to ejaculate.

“Ungh!” she groans as blast after blast pound inside of her. I do not loosen my hold over her in the slightest as I cum. I want her to feel it – me – so she is sure she knows the caliber of man who is now filling her up. Satori, with her mouth open in awe, is transfixed. Having edged so long, I even shake from cumming. The amount, speed, and density of each shot is just tremendous. The shinigami’s nipples stiffen even more, the color of her eyes fades as tears of pleasure fill them. I honestly feel as if I’m going to collapse, but I steadfastly remain inside her, until the pressure I myself am causing begins to force me out.

[X] When you meet her, just talk for as much as you can. Get to know her.


Seija kicked me in the jewels when we reconvened. Now I’m on my knees.

The fall roused the still-naked Satori in my arms, who left that cradle and received her clothes from Onozuka-san.

“The heck did I tell you!?” Seija says while I continue to reel at the pier, holding my newly-hammered stones and cringing. “You thought I was joking!?”

“D-D-Don’t amanojaku... l-lie...?” I offer.

“Oh, Okun...” Shinmyoumaru, clinging to the top of of Seija’s head, says my name with obvious disappointment.

“And you had sex, didn’t ya!? Without me!!” Seija snaps.

“A-Am I only supposed to have sex with you?” I ask. “We had sex already today, in fac—ttss... guh...” I grunt. It’s not a little amount of pain...

“You’ve gotta let me watch, at least! I get off on that!!” she insists. Well, so she says...

“Mmfff!!” I exhale with my lips against wood. Seija has stepped on my head with that, and is presently smushing my face into the harbor.

“S-Seija-saaan... w-we’re making a scene...” I try. After all, it seems we’re only rendered “normal” when it’s me who is acting.

“You think I give a shit!? You fucked me in a moving cart—how’s that for a scene!?” She has a point... but one she shouldn’t, correct? I think my theory that those more... “inoculated” to me can see through the haze of “normalcy” may indeed be correct... I’d like to not have neared that conclusion under the present circumstances, however.

“I’m shorry, Sheija-shama. I broke my promish,” I apologize, muffled but with honesty.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot more than apologize to fix this! You SERIOUSLY pissed me off!!” she roars.

“Yesh, yesh,” I reply. “Shorry too, Shinmyoumaru...”

“We thought you mighta died, so I think Seija got upset,” says the Inchling. Wait, is that true?

“Yeah, yeah, that’s right!” Seija shockingly agrees. “What if I’m pregnant, you idiot!? You gonna leave me with a kid and not do anything about it, huh!?”

“You haven’t gotten me pregnant yet either, Okun, and that isn’t fair,” says Shinmyoumaru, “Or, you probably haven’t.”

“W-We aren’t married, though...” I answer, my giddiness at what these two are saying becoming very obvious in my voice. “Sh-Should w—? BFF!”

Seija stomps down on my skull again, and I thank the dragon she’s doing this barefoot. “You can talk about that after I’ve forgiven you, Odou-san.”

“Yeah!” agrees Shinmyoumaru.

“You guys all done?” asks the grim reaper who, it seems, is now once again in her boat. “I’m leaving you with this satori. Don’t get in too much trouble, alright? It’d reflect poorly on me.”

Seija lifts her foot off of me. I lift my head, and see her now lifting her skirt, bearing her cunt to me. “Start licking,” she commands. “I’m all dry ‘cause of you!”

I start getting back onto my knees, thinking... on the contrary, she is quite clearly happy about getting to abuse me a little. Nevertheless, I open wide and put my mouth to her snatch, wriggling my tongue around. At some point it seems the Princess left her friend’s head as well, because I can feel her sniffing around my growing cock.

“Well, once you’re all... finished with that,” Satori speaks up, suddenly, and with a breathless voice. I try glancing her way, but Seija’s dropped her skirt over the back of my head, and is now gripping my cranium against her fragrant, steaming crotch. Gods... I love Seija.

I feel one of her hands move from the back of my head, and briefly feel disappointment. Only briefly, as she starts moving her hips against my waiting tongue. These lips, this hair... I can’t get enough of it all. I gulp down her juices and sweat, thinking—I was already missing this. Shimi is starting to work on me down there as well. Mercy...! These two are both devils...!

“You still want to help this idiot out, a-a-after he did who knows what to ya?” Mmf, yes, feel it, Seija. She’s trying so hard to keep her cool, too. I could hear and see her put that hand she took from my head on the side of her waist.

“He took my first time, but what of it?” Satori replies. “It felt terribly good. I don’t mind. I also made a bit of a promise to him, and I intend to keep those, unlike an amanojaku.”

“Unlike this punk, you mean...” Seija grumbles, pushing her hips strongly against my face. I can feel her bones for a second and twitch below, nearly knocking Shinmyoumaru off of my dick. Seija whispers my way, “Put in your tongue already; hurry up.” She grips at my skull. I screw into her caverns, gulping again and feeling heady. All of her smells are trapped inside of her skirt. It’s almost too much to endure... Her other hand returns to my head and she holds me firm, “B-B-Bite...” she orders in a fluttering voice, “r-r-r-real soft, come on... l-l-like a-always...”

I press my teeth to her burning clitoris, and press down just a bit. She sprays down over my face, neck, chest, and down to my rigid cock.

“H-Hah...! Hahmm—!” Seija a moans, her hips moving violently against my open mouth. “G-Good boy, mmH!!” She pats at my head through her skirt, and withdraws, leaving my splattered body fuming on the pier. I have yet to cum. I held back, enduring Shinmyoumaru’s greatest efforts all the while.

As Seija pats her skirt quietly, I look down at the Princess, holding on to my shaft.

“I think that I may be able to increase your size here in hell, Shinmyoumaru,” I confess to her, at a volume only she should be able to hear. The flushed Inchling turns her head from my cock, a string of saliva glinting between it and her tongue. She asks:

“... Really?”

I nod.

“I’ll save this,” I refer to nut I am currently edging against, “for you womb.”

Shinmyoumaru hugs my penis tightly, cutely... she’s, it seems, bashful. Girlish... like she’s accepted what I’ve proposed, and perhaps she is thinking of the coming act. I stand up, carrying her by my rod, thinking of the very same. I turn to Satori.

“Show us the way, I say,” for a moment ignorant at the ludicrous nature of this scene, which departed souls have been watching for the last several minutes.

[X] Ask what she usually does on her off-time (You know that already. Why are you asking?).


Ahem...!

“Enma-sama...!” I start, sitting straight up, “when you’re... free... what do you usually do? Um... how do you spend your time!?” C... Calm down, man!

“Hmmm...?” Shiki Eiki hums and picks up her teacup, sitting straight in her chair. Watching her posture, I find myself unconsciously fixing mine in mirror with hers. “I like to relax outside, or find souls that need a bit of help.” She stares into her cup and then, closing her eyes, she drinks. When she’s finished and opened her eyes again, their clear-sky gaze has fallen on me. “Like Manare,” she says.

My uncle...

“... So my soul is not in trouble?” I ask her.

She frowns, and I quiver. I don’t know what that expression means!

“I can’t be sure. It’s been long and last I saw you were a good boy. I haven’t heard anything about you... You’ve arrived in Hell while alive and that’s...” she pauses, looking almost... frustrated, while her gaze breaks from mine. Hm...? After a moment, she closes her eyes again and shakes her head so lightly that her hair and ribbons barely sway, then she once more looks my way. “I suppose I feel a bit off... Never you mind it. That I haven’t heard anything should mean you’ve at least not gotten up into some public misbehavior.”

“What would you do... if I had?” I say.

“If you had gotten into public mischief and it hadn’t come to my attention?” she asks as she leans forward and puts her elbows on the table, and her cheek to her knuckles. Her lips start to turn up... Wait! She’s smirking! Oh—! “I would chastise myself for not keeping aware, and then advise you to better yourself... assuming I had the time.”

“Y-You wouldn’t punish me...!?”

The Yama looks upon me a bit curiously. “... Punishment is not something I want to give out,” she eventually says, “it is rather a threat, to discourage you from acting badly. Do you... want to be punished, Odou-kun?”

“I-I...” um... “I would be pleased to hear harsh words from Shiki-sama.”

I am not looking at her, but I am aware she is looking at me. I see her blink. “... Odou-kun, or should I say Odou-san?”

“M... Mhm?” I grunt.

“You... How do I put this? You are...”

She stops.

Shiki-sama puts down her cup and sits upright, holding her face below her nose and so covering her mouth as she squints thoughtfully at a corner in the ceiling behind Satori. I look at Satori. Satori is looking at Shiki-sama, and her soft-colored face is unreadable.

I see movement out the corner of my eye and turn my head to see the Yama parting her fingers, and then parting her lips behind them. “I keep a little garden at home. Or, I suppose it’s fairly large.”

...?

“They tumble from and decorate the roof nowadays. I got a bit ridiculous with what I was doing. I want my home to look very pretty. I do like it... being at ease within pleasant scenery.”

...

I listen.

“When I was younger,” she continues, turning her head and still holding her face, though once again her eyes have shut, “I would study at home. I would study what humans have written, what youkai have written, records, gods... I have read most of it now, though. When I’ve truly nothing to do, if I don’t want to find myself in Higan or some part of my homeland, I’ll sometimes try writing at home... Embarrassing things.” She laughs... giggles, really. “I keep it all to myself. You publish yours, right? Satori-san.”

“It is meant to be a secret, however...” Satori replies. She then takes a sip from her cup.

Her homeland... Gensokyo. She did indeed start her life there, as a jizou...

“I’ve dedicated myself to Gensokyo, Odou-san,” the Yama addresses me again. “It may make me a bit uninteresting, I’m afraid. How I spend my time isn’t terribly diverse.”

“I think it’s quite cu—h-hhmmh! It’s... good,” I say, saving myself from embarrassment. “I’ve... yeah.” However, I fail to add anything more.

“Odou-san.”

“Y-Yes!?” I answer, a bit too loudly while I lock my eyes with hers.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

—

“... He’s stopped thinking.”

“Can that be? You’re reading his heart but it’s blank, then? Incidentally, you ought to get out more and see others’ hearts with higher frequency, Satori-san.”

“Don’t lecture me... He seems confounded.”

“... I see.”

“You seem...”

Shiki-sama looks back at Satori, quietly.

“Ah, he’s back.”

Satori is looking at me.

Sorry, I just couldn’t believe that she asked me that.

“He can’t believe you asked him if he’d like to go on a date with you.”

“... I shouldn’t have asked,” says Shiki-sama, slouching a bit in her chair and sloping her brow. She smiles... as if she finds herself funny, and sad. “I... am a watcher of humankind, not a participant. I don’t even mingle with the others here, often...”

...!

“I...! You...! I don’t believe that you should feel that way at all! The Yama of Gensokyo knows us strongly, and cares for us deeply! There isn’t a thinking soul within all of EXISTENCE with such extreme, incredible empathy! I was not taken aback by your question because I thought it absurd for your to ask, I was shocked that you would ask me!”

I pant, feeling exasperated. Then, I shut my eyes, bow my head, and promptly continue.

“I would very much appreciate having a day with you, Enma-sama! If you would so do me that honor, it would make me over the moon with joy!”

“Then, I have a question for you.” I flinch, having heard a distinct “stern” tone in her voice, “before we plan for any such thing.” That blindsided me, and... I think... I’m entirely out of my element right now.

Satori tilts her head, and eyes me tellingly.

And the Yama delivers her query. “Have you done something, or has something been done to you, that you yourself consider to be extremely unusual? Has your life changed suddenly and considerably, and in ways you might consider remarkable?”

P... Pardon?

Shiki sama puts her hand on the golden rod that she always carries with her, currently lying on her desk. “The Rod of Remorse” is... a large thing, with sins written boldly on the front and back, and rather than a “rod”... it’s a shaku-shaped item, used to bludgeon sinners.
“Couldn’t you... see for yourself, with the mirror that yama are given?” I ask, referring to the Cleansed Crystal Mirror that allows a yama to view the entire life of whomever they wish. Everyone knows about that...

“Why would you ask me that, Odou-san?” asks the Yama. W-Wait...! “If you know that I have such a capability within my reach, and you know that I know that, then you should know that I mean to have you answer. Now answer.”

There aren’t any words on my tongue...

The Yama isn’t... doing anything, I feel, but she’s caught me and I feel more naked than I am beneath my clothes... and certainly not in a good way.

I glance at Shinmyoumaru and Seija, who are glancing at me.

... This is like when I was grilled by Satori earlier in the day, but the pressure is overwhelming.


[] Lie.

[] Tell the truth (about your perverted acts).

[] Tell the truth (about the Door God’s curse of innocuousness).


++++++++

In other words
[] Bullshit.
[] Tell Eiki that you're a wretched pervert.
[] Tell Eiki, and by extension everyone in the room, that a god made it so any action you take is seen as normal.

By the way the image I used is slightly shopped. The original doesn't have the rod covering her mouth.

[X] Tell the truth.


...

I swallow, and straighten up, looking straight, too, at Shiki-sama.

“I—I’ve been rather... perverted, lately,” I tell her.

“‘Perverted’?” she repeats in a questioning tone, lifting one of her eyebrows as she does. “You mean lewd?” she asks, almost clinically. Then, her brow eases and she delivers a blunt command of me to, “Explain.”

“I have had sex with every girl in this room who I came here with...” I reveal. “Well, not my Inchling, though. I can’t have sex with the Princess but we’ve engaged in quite a lot of sexual play.”

“Since?” she asks, while Shinmyoumaru blushes off to the side and Seija pokes her cheek with a finger.

“That’s... well... A week,” I admit.

“... And the acts?” the Yama continues. I find myself blushing—a rarity for myself of late.

“M-Must I get into that?” I reply.

“I would hear them,” says the Yama. Mmf... She’s as insistent as a stone is to sink in a river. I want her to berate me...

Satori looks at me and frowns. Wh-What!? Leave me to my thoughts!

She closes two of her eyes, but her third continues to stare.

I softly clear my throat, and breathe in. So I list: “She has rubbed herself on me, eaten my cum, let me lick her body, kissed and licked my member, masturbated before me, let herself be bathed in my semen, and has generally been extremely receptive to the notion of sex, though it is currently physically impossible for us.”

“And you’ve had sex with the other girls in this room? I take it you’ve done much with them as well?”

I nod, then flinch before clarifying, “Not Satori-san. I’ve really only put it in her.”

“And had your way with my rear,” Satori adds.

“You put your penis in her rear?” asks the Yama.

This line of questioning is beyond me—

“I... put my face to her butt, and enjoyed it,” I explain.

“Am I correct in assuming you’ve had sex and engaged in perverted acts with other girls as well, recently?” she goes on.

I nod.

“Within the last week?”

I shrink into myself, and nod rather weakly.

Shiki Eiki-sama takes up a rather practiced posture. I half-mirror it, expecting a lecture.

“... I will be honest with you, Odou-san,” she starts... here it comes, I imagine— “I don’t see any issues with any of your conduct.”

... Oh. R-Really?

“I don’t see any issue with it...” she continues, and she goes on to explain, “although I have damned humans for less in the past.”

Ah—! Y-Yeaahh... Of course.

“What other truth is there,” says the Yama, “that gives reason to this discrepancy?”

... Well, I did decide to tell the truth...

“There...” I start, “was a god—”

!??

Suddenly, a hand is covering my mouth. A sharp point presses against the front of my neck, too.

[X] “Enma-sama, if you would be so kind, would you let these two youkai stay along with me during my arrest? Also, I have another request if you would grant the first...”

“OI!!” Seija predictably snaps, clawing into my skin again and directing her shout right at my ear. “You think I WANT to go to prison!? Why the hell are you making calls for me, huh!?”

I calmly look up at her cute, snarling face.

“You don’t want to stay in my bed?” I ask.

She blushes, grits her teeth, raises a shaking fist, and after keeping it there a few seconds quickly punches me in the back of my head.

“As they are very close to you,” says Shiki Eiki-sama, who is ignoring our spat, “I will allow it. What is your other request, Odou-san?”

“Thank you, Enma-sama,” I show my sincerest gratitude first, with a bow. Then, I meet her eyes and answer answer, “I want to see an oni about making an Inchling grow bigger, even if it’s but for a little while.”

“May I ask why?” Shiki Eiki-sama asks. So, I answer:

“To sleep with her; fill her womb; so on.”

“Understood. Before we detain the three of you you will be given a room at one of Hell’s inns. I will see you tomorrow. I pray for your success in conceiving.”

Gods are really incredible, aren’t they...

Again the Yama interacts with the strange metal object on her desk, She says, “An escort will be seeing you outside. Don’t worry: you are innocent in my eyes until I can determine guilt. Even if you are guilty, I will guide you back to righteousness.”

Ahh... this is why I love her. She spoke so genuinely...!

“Okun...!” Shimi? I look down at her, and she meets my gaze with frantic, heated one. “We’ll... tie the knot!?”

“That means marriage, Shinmyoumaru,” I explain while standing up. I bow my farewells to Satori-san and the Yama. “No. I think the term would be... we will ‘consummate’.”

“That only happens when two douchebags are married,” says Seija with her hands behind her head. “You’re gonna ‘fuck’, that’s all,” she explains.

“It’s more special than that...” I insist as I turn to the door. Shinmyoumaru is holding her blushing face in her hands. I love Shimi, too... It isn’t just sex. “It’s lovemaking,” I say.

Seija spits and twists her face in disgust. I’m surprised the Yama says nothing... “‘Love’,” the amanojaku says. “Bullshit.”

“I don’t want one of my wives saying that...” I say, teasing her as I open the door for her.

She punches me again, this time in my side. We leave the room, and follow the oni outside to our next destination.

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[X] Keep going.


I scooch ahead and pull down her kimono to her forearms, exposing her breasts. I take them up and bring my face toward hers. She looks at me through strands of matted hair, opens her mouth and allows me to kiss her while I can finally get a handful – in fact, two – of her chest.

Shinmyoumaru is mature for her age (which, I still think, is adolescent). Her tits are incredible. I’ve seen them enough to have their shape burned into my memory and I’ve found them, always, to be exceptionally arousing but... Despite how objectively small she objectively was and I suppose, technically, is, I would often find them cute, rather, due to her overall size. Proportion of course told that this sexual Inchling was indeed packing a gargantuan chest, but although I have often sniffed it, licked it, teased it, it is only now that I can truly grope it.

I stop kissing her for a moment to smell her sweaty hair, our saliva running down the sides of both our mouths.

“You’re so erotic, Shinmyoumaru,” I tell her while pulling at her tits and rubbing her nipples between my fingers. She trembles, she moans, she reaches behind herself and grabs me. “I love your smell. I love your hair, your legs. I love your tits,“ I say while gripping the both of them (and she grips me, working my already reinvigorated shaft). “Whether you’re inches or feet high, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You really are weird, Okun...” she says, turning. I shake my head and tickle the front of her nipples. “Nah, you’re weird...” She puts her free hand down on my head and smiles. She pushes down a little. I get the message and descend on her chest with my tongue while she earnestly jerks me off.

It’s a noisy process. I’ve never been let at a hefty pair of tits before quite like this. I was allowed to toy a bit with Komachi-san’s chest, but this sucking? This – honestly – slobbering? This is all a first. She’s flinching so much... She so adorable!

“Unnnggmm... Okuuun... more...” Mercy, Shinmyoumaru; I can’t imagine much more.

Her areolae are large and, well, not “delicious” or anything... It’s skin, after all. Her sweat- (and our saliva-) slickened skin,,. I bury my face in her chest after getting both of her tips swollen, getting her heart beating heavily. I cup under her breasts and lift and feel beneath there. That wafting heat and body odor... Everything about her is driving me beyond my highest “speed”. If I had to explain, Shimi means “sex” for me, in every respect. If I look at her long I get hard. If I notice her lying against me I rise up. She’s trained me, as it were. While I’m breathing in her body, my face and tongue pushing against her sternum, I start to lay ropes against her stomach. Shinmyoumaru then shifts around, lifts herself from her knees, spreads herself over me and – still holding my cock – she sits down on my ejaculating member.

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It isn’t exactly fun keeping three to a cell.

I should say, our “cell” seems to be slightly better than the rich hotel we stayed overnight when we first came to Hell... however three to a cell is three to a bed. I have to worry about Shimi because there’s no other place for her to rest, and to spite me Seija prefers to sleep upside down, inevitably bringing her foot against my face. She also only will... well honestly, exploit me sexually on her own terms. She’s... rather displeased about being held under arrest, and I certainly could take advantage of her regardless through the curse... but that would be in very poor taste.

With all that said, we’ve been imprisoned for what is approaching two months thus far. Mostly, when we aren’t on our daily (supervised, of course) free recess out in Hell’s Capital, we sit still, read or play board and card games, and are fed. Some shinigami reported my indefinite absence to the human village when it began, but... I wonder how that was taken. Essentially: does the curse carry to word of my deeds and circumstances? I suppose it likely does, and so no one back home is concerned... That’s a little disconcerting. If I ever die in a ditch somewhere, perhaps nobody would pay it any mind either...

Whilst thinking on this I hear, “Odou-san,” and turn to see Shiki-sama. She promptly tells me “come” from where she stands outside the bars. Right, I suppose I should have mentioned: it is a kind of cage. The interior is nice but we’re forever exposed at one wall. Thankfully, we’re all used to being exposed...!

That’s a terrible joke...

I look at the Yama from where I’m sitting on the floor, hence looking away from Shimi who was jumping between the fingers of my hands. The Inchling stops, flies to my cheek, and kisses it. I tap her gently on her head.

Seija looks at me as I stand up, so I look back at her. “Yes. Seija-san?” I address her.

She lifts the back of her skirt (we were delivered our clothing when it became clear we would not be staying here for a short while). Parting her legs a bit to show me her bottomless undercarriage, the amanojaku says, “When you get back, pound me.”

Ah...! So today she’s granting me access!

I give her a thumb’s up, a smile, and a nod. “Absolutely!” I say. “Leave it to me!”

Seija rolls her eyes and goes back to the textbook she’d been reading (it is about agricultural techniques). So, I walk to the cell door, picking up a cloth-wrapped box from a table as the oni with Shiki-sama unlocks our cage.

“How are you?” asks Shiki-sama, standing at ease before me. I look down at my member, beginning to stand before me, and say:

“A bit excited, it seems.”

Shiki-sama is only a bit shorter than myself. From above I see her direct her eyes to my Boy. In a staid, professional tone, she asks, “Are you distracted? Do you need them to take care of that before we go?”

I turn to look at the cell while adjusting my robe over the shoulders. Shimi is now leaping between the soles of Seija’s feet, to which Seija is occasionally glancing back with irritation.

“... I wouldn’t want to bother them,” I say.

“Understood,” says the Yama, returning to my eyes as I return to hers, “I’ll take care of it for you in the interrogation room, then. Your mind needs to be clear when we speak.”

I close my eyes and nod meekly, feeling a little heat in my face. My heart beats, and my Boy stirs...

Of course my interactions with her have become like that.

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In a rare defense of myself, I did not propose or impose anything sexual with or upon Shiki Eiki-sama. Rather... it’s unusual (for me) how it began. Really, it’s unusual for anyone.

For the start of interrogations Shiki-sama simply recounted and confirmed details of my life. Questioning, basically. “You were born in Gensokyo, correct?” she asked. “Have you ever stolen something? Would you describe yourself as violent? You learned at Keine-san’s temple school?” She asked me quite a bit while she held a file which described me in front of her. All was handwritten. She seemed, I thought, a bit fatigued.

So I asked, “You compiled this in your free time, Enma-sama? From your mirror?” And while paging through her notes on me – her free fingers at her temple and her elbow on the table we were sat at – she nodded.

“While yours is, I believe, an important matter to see to I can’t use too many of the Ministry’s resources for two reasons,” she explained while reading. With her sentence done she looked at me and told, “Matara Okina works alongside the Ministry in secret, and I also cannot with one-hundred percent certainty claim that this is a serious issue.” She smiled, tiredly, then. “I’m burning some of the good will I’ve accumulated on some selfish ‘justice’. If I burn too much, the ‘smoke’ of this ‘fire’ I’m starting will lead back to me, and cause some rather concerning trouble.”

“Are you working right now?” I asked. “Or, are these your off hours?”

“This is lunch—my lunch hours. As a yama I’ve no real need to eat, that’s just a bit of something that fills you,” she explained. She raised a finger and said, “It fills your stomach and spirit! If it tastes good, then you feel good. Eating delicious food is a truly helpful thing, Odou-san.”

“Do you cook your own meals?” I’d asked her, in sincere curiosity. She shook her head.

“I tend to serve Hell’s economy rather than spending time on that,” she said. “I’ve got too much to do to spend time cutting this or mashing that, boiling or baking et cetera,”

“As you’re taking your lunches for me, why don’t I spend the time I’m not being interrogated preparing meals for you?” That’s what I offered. “The accommodations we were given include a kitchen... I can be billed later when I’m released,” I said.

“Ahh... Well, well; I won’t refuse that. Odou-san. If you would, then I would terribly appreciate it,” she said. That was the first day. I started cooking, sometimes with Shinmyoumaru’s help, before the Yama would arrive to take me for questioning. It’s odd... I didn’t have any hidden intentions behind that; I think I was just concerned and was thinking logically. However, I think that may have been ultimately rather significant, and looking back it’s almost as if I indeed knew what I was doing. But, I did not. I like working with my hands besides... I wanted daily task between waiting and fooling around or chatting with my cell-mate-wives.

Shiki-sama would eat during short breaks in the interrogations. The first time I brought her food, as she ate I simply fiddled with something in the meanwhile. I’d requested some of my tools and materials brought in from the other side, from my shop. I can only use them during out sessions, but I figure: I may as well not neglect my commissions, I’m not on break from work and if I can make progress I’d like to.

The third day while I was filing in the teeth of a clock’s wheel on the vice, Shiki-sama asked me in a moment after swallowing a bite: “I assume that Matara Okina has threatened you to keep anything you know about her secret.”

I decided to be honest and nodded, telling her, “At least sensitive things.”

“Then this may take even longer, taking your safety into consideration,” she answered, looking at me apologetically. She explained, “Parts of your life are obscured from my mirror. I apologize in advance, Odou-san.”

“It’s fine, Enma-sama,” I replied.

“... So, you don’t need an automated tool, or a pedal-driven machine to create the even teeth of a clock’s wheel,” she noted, suddenly.

I pointed to my markings in pencil. “You just need a steady hand and eye, and care for the craft,” I told her.

“I see.” She ate some of the rice I’d prepared and seemed to ponder for a moment. I remember, because I thought it was rather cute. “It’s somewhat like orchids then?”

“Are they particular?” I asked her, remembering that she keeps a garden—I imagined, of flowers.

And she nodded. “A fussy watering schedule, particular direction and need for sunlight... It has tells, too, in color when certain things aren’t going its way.” She laughed a little, dryly. “Though it’s quite beautiful,” she added.

I told her it sounded more difficult to manage than keeping a wheel’s teeth even She told me that she could tell me the same, in reverse.

I must have taken this as a sign of normalcy...

It started that I would ask Shiki-sama about books she was reading while she ate during our breaks... We talked about the politics of Hell and about how it and the living world’s weather works (or doesn’t). I remember a conversation that extended beyond the allotment of our break. Shiki-sama asked me about a part of the Forest of Magic, saying that she used to live outside of it, on a road around there while she was still a jizou statue. “I’ve wondered about travelers along the road,” she’d said. I told her, truthfully, that there were no on jizou the road she referred to, and that I had grown up knowing it to be dangerous.

And Eiki told me that, she found that to be a shame, and that she was also a little disappointed at how little of Gensokyo she had seen. When she visits, she doesn’t frequent most of it—as she concerns herself with humans who really only live in the Village of course, aside from very few others. “I still love the land but sometimes I feel like I was never truly a part of it,” she admitted, self-deprecatingly.

And I told her, “I always thought you were Gensokyo’s spirit, when I was a boy.”

“What for?” she’d asked me, curious. She lifted a cup of tea, and drank as she waited.

“Nobody cared about Uncle, so I thought he was a youkai or some such, honestly... When you came to him and talked to him, and me, I was just struck with that impression. It felt like a god, I think.”

“Categorically, I am,” she said, smirking a little.

“Well, then that was what I gathered. You told me that if I was good, I wouldn’t need to see you more than one other time, and you rubbed my head,” I pointed to my hair, then. “I felt love. I thought that was nice. I think people complain about seeing a yama, but I’ve also always thought it’s very obvious that you’re a part of our land.”

“That is kind of you,” she’d said.

I said, “I’m not trying to be kind, I just wish to be honest.”

I learned that Shiki-sama didn’t have many other hobbies, but was interested in more to reconnect with mortals. It began to happen that when we had a little time left over, I would show her how to put together dioramas and miniature ships. Shiki-sama also improved my penmanship and let me care for a little potted flower in the interrogation room, on the stand beside the cot in there...

I noticed that when things began I sat across from her while being questioned. Eventually I began to sit beside her, at the perpendicular edges of the table... though I can’t say for certain who it was between us who decided to change our initial arrangement.

... In... our fourth week, from my corroboration and Shiki-sama’s research, we had a little breakthrough. Shiki-sama shared with me a bit of information she’d discovered about a supposed feud a god from Hell had had with Matara Okina, which had something to do with a mysterious disappearance of fairies from Gensokyo some time ago. Separately, Matara Okina was also supposedly trying to find a human servant...

“But if we’re talking about you, Odou-san,” Shiki-sama had said during the session, speaking to me with her usual high professionalism that she embodies whilst on the job, “I cannot see what allowing you to be engage in so many sexual acts might accomplish.” She reviewed her notes with narrowed eyes, holding her chin in thought. “Possibly... I think, perhaps, Matara Okina may be looking to please herself? That is to say: she is not training a servant, she is training a consort...” I shook my head at that and explained to Shiki-sama that Matara Okina had in fact denied me that path when I alluded to my intentions to have her. This made the Yama raise her brow and whisper, “She truly is inscrutable...”

Then, I recalled how before Matara Okina had denied me, she had also told me to do as I will, and never to hesitate. When I told that to the Yama we ended up discussing and speculating things very long after. Too long. As it was the first of Shiki-sama’s two days off and she had nothing else to attend to, our two hour session became six, and even ten... and fifteen. We were researching and theorizing, but also taking several breaks and chatting instead, to not be overwhelmed. We felt like we were on the cusp of understanding the god of secrets and doors... and before we knew it it was four in the morning.

Shiki-sama sincerely apologized to me for keeping me so late and I told her it was no problem. She personally escorted me back to my cell... where the other two prisoners were long asleep.

We stared at them a little while.

“... If I open the cage I’ll wake them, hm?” the Yama suggested. I nodded, still looking in at how the two of them were smooshing their faces into my pillow. “I believe we covered everything we could today, but would you like to talk more in the interrogation room? Until waking hours. We can skip tomorrow.”

I... nodded, and was a bit stunned. Reflecting I realize that it was then I must have noticed that Shiki-sama didn’t mind my company, and I was entirely struggling with it.

Shiki-sama is endlessly sweet.

I think that it should come as no surprise, but I am taken aback by it, always, all the same.

That night... or dark morning, I suppose—she reflected with me on my own life. At least, my life until I became afflicted by the god of doors. That put things into perspective for me... Shiki-sama spoke about the merit and worth in honing yourself to one task, and that her stalwart adherence to her duty as a jizou, while she was still a statue, was precisely what led her to ascension into the ministry, as Gensokyo’s Highest Judge. She told me, “Every good ‘part’, functioning well in a society, allows all others in their society to work just as well. It’s pleasant, when a world is well-maintained. It’s... like a clock, I suppose.” She smiled.

Although I was getting tired, I was warmly chuffed by that comparison. It was cute. I was tired, and almost dozing, but she was very cute. Her smile woke me up.

“Very much agreed, Enma-sama,” I said. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you so late for you to tell me that...” I trailed off, and laughed (with little energy).

And she, the Yama, shook her head. “No, no, I’m fine—I’m a bit stiff in my joints, but fine,” she told me, rubbing between her neck and shoulder. Shiki-sama then asked, “You aren’t tired yet, Odou-san?” and to that I, in mirror, shook my head as her. To... that, she touched her chin and seemed to ponder something. “I’m sorry,” she apologized now with professional politeness, “you can sleep on the small bed in here but it’s uncomfortable... What’s more you haven’t been with your partners, tonight.” She sighed, and looked at me with faint, but genuine remorse.

I nodded. I blinked. I squinted, and looked at her in confusion as I asked, “Come again?”

“Well they aren’t your wives,” she remarked plainly (of course by this time it had come out that Seija had lied about her and my relationship with me).

And I thought, So she DID mean Shimi and Seija... followed by a quick, Why is she talking about them?

I asked her, “Why should it matter if I’ve been with them, Shiki-sama—?Ah, if you’ll allow me to use that name...”

That was stupid of me. I’d already used that name for her before...

Still, “That’s fine,” she granted. Then, she explained, “If those two are your partners, you need to be intimate with them before bed, correct? Until you leave your seed in them, of course. That should help you to relax and sleep more easily, no? If has become your near daily routine, as it should for any proper prospective husband.”

She looked me right in the eye as she said that, and in response I thought: What on earth is she saying!?

“I don’t—”

“I don’t think I ought to do very much,” she interrupted me unknowingly, “but I could help you ease yourself to make your sleep easier?”

And of course, I asked, “Pardon?”

“This,” she said, and she lifted her skirt.

[X] Ask the Yama if she’d like a massage first.


...

I step forward. I walk up to Shiki-sama, and she lifts her chin slightly to meet my eyes. I reach out, and I take her prepared hand.

At once, her face becomes pink. She yelps, “Odou-san!?” and, “Is something the matter!?”

I hold her hand up, palm to palm, gathering from her grasp the lubricant she’d intended for me. “Shiki-sama...” I address her.

This startles her again, and she begins looking back and forth between my face and our met hands.

“Could you let me massage you before any of that?” I ask.

“... Massa—” She looks down at her skirt. Oh. I guess that might sound like innuendo, hm...

“I mean an ordinary massage. Shiki-sama,” I clarify

“Ah, of cour—Oh! Khem! Ahem!” she coughs against her free hand, presently balled in a fist. “I am aware, Odou-san. My thoughts were just a bit... jumbled, because you approached so suddenly...” She trails off, tentatively squeezing my hand back while she glances at a bare wall of the room. Is she trying to hide it?

“I’d like to help you as much as I can, Shiki-sama,” I tell her. “Forgive me for saying so, but I think you overwork yourself. I don’t entirely know what being a ‘yama’ might feel like physically, but I know a tired woman when I see her.”

“Yes—Oh, no, I... Well, y—hhm. I...” After stumbling over her words, she tells me: “You don’t need to ask my permission for such a thing—I would very much appreciate a massage. I should be asking you for that Odou-san, though to be absolutely clear I am happy that you have offered this, so...”

“So you’ll allow me?” I ask.

“Rather than allowing it... Odou-san, ask, ‘Would you like a massage?’”

“Would you like a massage, Enma-sama?” I repeat. Shiki Eiki nods, closing her eyes serenely.

“Yes, thank you,” she answers, and she... pulls me along as she goes to sit down in her usual seat, and takes off her hat. Still holding my hand, she cranes her neck right, saying, “I was born a stone; I’ve always been rather stiff.”

A jizou-joke...!

Eiki looks up at me and reveals a cheeky smirk. Ah... God...

I stand behind her, (reluctantly) pull my hand from hers, and begin massaging her neck, her cheeks (with my thumbs), and through her collar—to her shoulders. Drawing back up I hold her face in my hands and try not to succumb to her cuteness. It’s difficult. She is very[i] cute.

I know I’m just a human in the end, and that perception around me is skewed, but my “suggestions” and “requests” aren’t mindreading, they are what they are, What I mean is... if someone wishes to reject an idea or offer of mine, they will. Knowing that the Yama trusts me enough for this either speaks much of her kindness, or at least some of how close we’ve gotten...

“... You’re very soft, Shiki-sama,” I quietly admit. Her features and general demeanor give you the impression that she would feel... well, as she said: stiff.

“I’m not stone anymore,” she reminds me. She then turns her eyes on me, and (like always, without fail,) my gaze is arrested by her sparkling irises. ”So you [i]don’t mind, then...? Touching me...”

“... Hm. Hmm... Mm? What?”

“You’ve hesitated in getting closer to me. Given how easily you’ve gotten intimate with others, even though I may relieve you now and then—” it has been almost every other day, “—and during those times we may be close: I have always detected hesitance from you.”

I answer, “... No, I want to. Mm. I want to touch Shiki-sama...” and trail off. Gathering my courage, I tell her, “So long as you are alright with it, then I will not hesitate at all.”

“Whether a girl has been ‘alright’ with your acts has rarely mattered for you since you met Matara Okina, correct?” True... “So I get special treatment?”

Uh... Mmmgh, is this... Well, I mean, I could be mistaken but isn’t this...?

It’s... flirting?

Is she... flirting right now...? With me!? She’s flirting with me! I’m not wrong, am I!?

... Slow down! Slow down, Odou...!

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[X] Tell her your intentions.


“Shiki-sama...” I start. She glances my way—I can’t quite gather with what sort of expression. “If I told you that I wanted to earnestly seek your hand in marriage, what would you tell me?”

Somewhat unexpectedly, she seems to consider my question seriously for a second before answering. I thought she might be surprised by my boldness.

She says, “... I would tell you that your way of addressing me is as overly-cautious as ever, Odou-san.”

Aghm... Ghh...

She smirks, and sits up properly. She pushes her chest, with some of my semen strung over it, out a little prominently. Naturally, I look.

“What do you want out of me, Odou-san?” she asks.

“Ah... I... would like to be in your care, and take care of you. I’ve... been in love with you since I found who you are,” I tell her.

“You want a wife, then?”

I nod.

“Not for sex, then?”

I look away as I reply, “I also... want sex.”

“Is that why we haven’t gone that far despite your history?” she asks. I nod, and she chuckles. “You really are overly cautious.”

“I’m not...”

“And what makes you say that?”

My heart beats and my skin runs cold.

The truth is on my tongue.

The two of them... are surely watching, and whatever I say they will let Matara Okina know.

But I have to let Eiki-sama know...!

“I’m in love with you, but this situation... my situation makes me hesitate.”

“The Matara situation?” she asks directly. I nod.

“... She changed something about me,” I admit. “Now, the way others interact with me has changed.” I meet Eiki-sama’s eyes, sternly. “Shiki-sama... I believe if there is anyone in this world who could determine the truth here, it is you.”

She stares back, unblinking... Wait, as a matter of fact...

“Do you know...? Shiki-sama?” I question her.

She says nothing. Wha...

“... If you do, then why haven’t you said so?”

“... I’m not certain of my judgement, and that alone has held my tongue.” The Yama stands from the cot, and looks back at me over her shoulder. “That should not be possible.”

I don’t really know what to say... uhh...

“I can judge your character,” says Eiki-sama. Her eyes narrow; their blue cuts cold through the dark, chilling me in her stare. “Are you not a sinner?”

I freeze.

If I have to be honest...

I’m undoubtedly a man of sin...

“You understand,” says Eiki. “You have sinned, and Matara Okina’s influence here has made it so I cannot feel your sin.”

...

“But I have felt your warmth.”

...?

“You have sinned within strange circumstance, and even still within those, with me who you claim affection for you have tried to stay your hand.”

... Was she testing me?

Eiki-sama turns, showing me her full nakedness again, with her left hand to her hip.

“Odou-san... I can admit that I am fond of you. I am fond of all those living within Gensokyo, however for you I have grown a special fondness... I care for you, Odou-san.

“I have tried to see if you are a mere beast of lust, but you have proven that you are willing to not succumb to whatever path Matara Okina wishes for you.”

Eh... so...

“I am fond of you, but I do not hold you that dearly yet, Odou-san.”

Eiki-sama reaches out for me with her right hand.

“If you can capture my heart, however... that may just prove it true. That you have a pure soul, merely and presently tainted. Take my hand.”

I do, and she pulls me to my feet.

“Let us fix you, before you are broken by the god of doors.”

Matara Okina wants to change me... why, I can’t be sure.

But, she has encouraged me to not do as I am doing now. She told me to not hesitate: to take what I wish, without compromise.

But I cannot do that, not with those I truly care for. And, even those with whom I have exploited... most, I haven’t simply used and abused.

But I have abused some.

Matara Okina wants to shape me into a being of lust.

Lust is good, and I have enjoyed indulging to this day.

But, from henceforth I will do my utmost to avoid that path.

I will exercise a hand of kindness, and I will not simply enjoy things as I wish.

I will do it...! I will become a paragon...

... of LOVE!!

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But I still want to wet my whistle as it were...

Matara Okina changed my vitality—my libido. I can’t simply ignore it—I don’t want to be an ascetic!

Things have... accelerated since I confessed about everything to Eiki-sama.

Allow me to recount a tale, then...


[] ... of when I deflowered her in court.

[] ... of when I deflowered her at her home.

[] ... of when I deflowered her in the halls of the detainment building.

[x] ... of when I deflowered her in court.

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This relationship has been something of a struggle.

With most girls, I have ran into them and had my way—from rubbing them to finishing on them or indeed laying with them. With Shinmyoumaru, I have enjoyed a powerful and perverted resonance, and subsequently I have met a partner for life with whom I gladly await a family. With Seija I have enjoyed similar, though much of the time she has initiated any intimacy rather than myself—and all in all, she is someone who will listen, surprisingly, when I say “yes” or “no”. I very much love the both of them... and I would dare say that I love women and girls, overall, completely. I love the touch, I love the sensation, and the way they speak to me. I am infatuated, and when I am not thinking about the intricacies of clockwork and wheel-production, I nowadays have the mind to think of the various girls I have felt and have come to know—in a biblical sense. I have to admit: it has been... entirely hedonistic.

However, Eiki-sama has, with ease, sidestepped every avenue with which I’ve grown familiar.

Eiki-sama...

Eiki-sama has my reigns.

She has a remarkable ability, perhaps due to having been a statue, to become heavy, and she has used this to test me. You see: after I let my heart out to her, she became closer, and closer, and closer still, until she had taken to using me as a chair.

During our meetings – and even within our first in which she did this – it has always taken no time for me to appear between her thighs. She likes to shift, and rest her hand on mine, and reveal her neck—as an invitation. She says nothing to my nosing into her collar; nothing to my hand on her ear or her breast. But, when my penis snakes out and begins to beg passage between her legs, she will look at me.

She will look at me, while parting her thighs just enough for me to start pushing up between them, and she will silently observe me while I shudder. Every single time, the feeling of her skin resisting and enveloping me drives to madness, and then she places a palm over my cockhead.

I’ve received quite a few hand jobs and quite a lot of intercrural from and with Eiki-sama. At this point, you may not bw wrong to suspect she has the impression that sperm is a salve. I’ve regularly almost passed out after the light touch of her fingers and the merciless squeeze of her legs. The feeling of her arousal, and the quickening of her breath always put me in a daze. It has gotten to the point that work seems secondary to her intensifying tests. The sight of her pale thighs caked in my semen has become burned into my head and vision.

And two things of note have occurred:

Her shifting weight, and her boldness.

After only a few days of milking me, attempting ordinary conversation throughout as if pulling at me and rubbing me with her thighs is a matter of course, she began to increase her weight in stages. The first time, while she was in my lap and “holding me”—

“M-Mh!?” I exhaled. It had surprised me.

“Am I heavy, Odou-san?” she’d asked, glancing back at me casually.

“It’s wonderful...” I’d breathed. I was shuddering quite a bit. I could feel her excitement through my own body. She made me jet over the tops of her thighs—over her forearm, and she shuddered as I pulsed against her crotch. Being used like that, as a tool for masturbation... I felt quite elated. I remember kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts. I decided there that I would put it in her, most definitely, some day and soon after.

And this brings us to our moment in court.

As our investigations winded down I believe Eiki-sama was making a few excuses to extend my stay in Hell. Rather than let the opportunity pass, I had decided to push on for her hand. I have escorted her as she’s shopped in the markets of hell, and I have begun processing records—though it isn’t something I much like to do. I was given an actual place to stay, and my partners were allowed to return, if they wished to, to Gensokyo. They decided against that, rather wanting to rely on me. I was allowed to utilize a few connections to continue parts of my business in the village, and learned a few impressive crafting techniques from oni. Most importantly, I was brought in to be Eiki-sama’s chair while she did her most significant duty: judging the souls of the dead.

I will praise myself: I, Senzai Odou, did not waste time.

I have really neared and become dear to Eiki-sama’s heart, as a speaking companion, as a reliable partner and assistant, and as a lover of a sort. I had, until the first day she brought me to the courts, not properly had sex with her. She had presented herself many times, and in some senses of the word I had been “inside” even more times than those. I had grown familiar with her body. I had tasted the sweat on her skin and filled her throat with sperm. I had driven my tongue into her depths and been mercilessly jerked to emptiness while under her domination. I was going to take the opportunity to, when she was not expecting it, fuck her properly. I wanted the memory of my first time entering her the most ordinary way to be one she would remember most well, and I do believe I was, without any doubts, successful.

While court was in session, Eiki-sama had gone without bottoms under her skirt, and as often had my rod snug in the triangle of her crotch and thighs. With heavy breathing, under the powerful lights and above the shapeless souls of the dead, she slowly slid with me. She may have been tempting me, or may have been trying to merely drive pleasure into herself, but in any case her pussy and my cock were – as was the usual – cozying up with one another, and further – as was the usual – I was holding myself back from climaxing.

We had more of an audience than the souls arriving. The stands of The Ministry’s courts are full of members of its ranks: oni, shinigami, visiting yama of other realms and those in training as well. This is to ensure the yama presiding is on their best behavior. Of course, Eiki-sama was in the middle of a gentle sumata session with me at the time, but through her flushed face and shortened breaths she was properly condemning and praising the dead as they came. My lady was, of course, doing her job and doing it well, it was just that she was also enjoying a plentiful side benefit—as was I.

“Takeba Ren. I must say it’s good to see you. I hope your wait on the river’s shores was not too long.” Eiki-sama addressed the twelfth soul of the day admirably, while admirably riding me. Her ass was heavy as ever, and at this point in the work day we had worked up quite the mess between our bodies. I was slick as I’ve ever been, and her lips were burning. The hair of her privates, bristling—running over me was putting me at the limit—contrarily not of my body, but of my mind. “Last I checked in with you, everything seemed in order, nh... Let us view your life through the mirror once again to make certain there have been no missteps in my review.”

The bench where the yama sits is a particularly lonesome one, even in consideration of courts I’ve seen in books about the outside world. It is extremely high above the rest, and the chamber has been constructed to carry the voice of whoever is seated at it the best—somewhat like a concert hall. In other words: when we are sitting there, any sounds we make are projected, but we are otherwise very separate from the rest of the court. The smell of Eiki-sama’s shampoo as well as the fragrance of her arousal are only mine to appreciate whilst sat there. That thought, and the sight of her, drove my next actions.

“You have truly led an impeccable li—fe... Hh... hm...” Eiki winced as she smiled upon the dead. I had grabbed her right cheek and lifted her above me. I set my cock beneath her. “Hah... Hn... Nn, I, don’t believe anything is out of order. Do you? Ren-san.”

Souls can’t “speak” exactly, but their feelings are conveyed, especially to the perceptive. I am not among those. I ignored the ghost and took my hand from my penis. I was not surprised that Eiki-sama maintained her position over me, her calves taut as she awaited whatever was to come.

I took the freed hand to the lowest buttons of her shirt and opened them—and the buttons of her undershirt as well. I felt her stomach.

“I see...” she said—I imagine in reply to the ghost.

I love her stomach—well, if I am to be honest, I am much a fan of stomachs in general. Feeling the Yama’s tense and relax, and inching toward her pubic mound while she shivers... this is something which I simply cannot get enough of. I began to finger her then.

“Y-You have? O-Oh?”

It was here when the noises she was making began to reverberate.

“Y-Yes. I see.”

Squelching, dripping, and her moans...

Feeling her pussy thoroughly with my fingers had my cock completely rigid. The exposure—and that this part of her was hidden from all but me... The secrecy, the heat and odor... I eventually palmed her inner thigh and spread her legs apart. Hugging her stomach around with my right arm, and putting my left hand now atop her thigh, I shoved her down onto my shaft.

“Gh...! Hah...!”

She breathed out, and...

“Go... on...”

She said. Due to the curse, none found this peculiar, and so I began to move her.

To be honest I’m not sure how long it went on. I remember the feeling: the narrow space and the temperature. I remember the pink color mixed in with white on my cock, after plunging into her. I remember that she began to move on her own and I did nothing more than wait. She pumped me in and out of herself, she became filled with me, I pushed her down to the podium, I began to rail her.

I fucked her and came inside her I believe exactly five times. I let our fluids, her saliva, and our sweat pool about the bench. I wanted her pregnant. I wanted it deeply. My back burned, then. My balls did as well. I had a sense, as I neared climax again and Eiki-sama, moaning openly, continued her judgements and sermons. I knew that I would implant myself in her womb with my next shot. I held her. I took her attention.

The best place to touch Eiki-sama...

... is her face.

She warms should you put your cheek to hers, your nose to hers, et... cetera. She very much likes to kiss—not “passionately”, exactly. It’s—sweet, and I like to kiss her as well.

As I had her turned over, banging into her front, watching her eyes move from mine to the lights, to my eyes again, I kissed her, and I whispered.

“Eiki-sama... I want you.”

And there was no doubt, what I meant was clear.

With my one hand to her face, and my other clasped in hers, our bodies both heated.

“Your... wife, Odou-san?” she asked. “You want me... is that... what you mean?”

I answered with my climax, and she with hers.

I drained empty before the audience, lifting and putting my hand over her stomach again.

I knew that I had done it. I knew it, at once, and for the first time.

Eiki-sama shivered, and held whichever parts of me that she could.

... It took some minutes to return to the trials.

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We knew Matara Okina’s plan after another month of my working, and with magic we had confirmed that my wife, the Yama, was pregnant.

My other wives, Seija and Shinmyoumaru, had become pregnant as well. Satori had also sent me her kasha, who was also with child.

I wore proper clothes for our weddings...! At any rate, after I explained the sensations (aside from those of pleasure) that I’d felt while fucking Eiki-sama for the first time, she determined something she said she had suspected for a while: Matara Okina had been crafting me into a god. Specifically, she wanted me to be a god of fertility, a god of seeding, a god of amorous rites. Not to be a supreme example of any of these things... but to be an example, a figure, a being to be called upon. To that end she looked into me and saw me and chose me, and I had supposedly walked by her hand...

...

To tell the truth, it was something I had been beginning to suspect. The encouragements of her girls hadn’t ever stopped, and the feelings and sensations that I’d felt were above something “human”.

... It was no choice that I made, however.

I am not sure how it I I feel about it.

It has been five months since I fucked Eiki-sama. I have a new home in Hell, and right now I’m working on parts while thinking of how I wish to proceed...

Eiki-sama is in the workshop, reading quietly with her hand on her pregnant stomach. Clownpiece is here as well, and by now has begun showing since she visited some time ago and I could not help myself around her (frankly I cannot, ever). The fairy of hell is fiddling with some of my simpler clocks. Seija and Shinmyoumaru are cooking dinner for us. Orin is with her friend, a bird, in the study upstairs, talking and catching up...

... I want to confront Matara Okina about what she’s done to me.

Or... well... I want to know her intent.

I have to meet her... I feel like it’s necessary.

After my arousal ebbs away, and clarity sets in, I have to confront this overwhelming sense of “importance” that frankly I never very much wanted.

“Love” is good. “Family” is good.

But what is it that she wants of me...? Me to be worshipped...?

Hedonism has oft become me, but it is not to what I entirely aspire... (though I do want to make more girls pregnant (Komachi is quite busy with her work, but as been carrying for some time, and naturally Satori as well), and my wives and mistresses pregnant again).

I don’t like being concerned... and it feels like that has, in large part, been what Matara Okina has left me with.

I look at Eiki-sama after putting aside a finished part. For the last several months, we’ve been preoccupied with the responsibilities I have courted, and not so much the intentions of the door god.

Eiki-sama notices my gaze, meets it with hers, and asks plainly, “What is it? Would you like to have sex?”


[] I most definitely would.

[] Wait, no, I wanted to ask the Yama advice!

[X] I most definitely would.

I nod once. Twice, quickly.

Far be it from me to deny it.

“Ohh! We’re gonna have sex!?”

Clownpiece!

... Of course! Why wouldn’t she join in!?

She sits up on her knees and immediately pulls off her shirt, taking her ruffled color and ostentatious hat off in the process, jingling the bells. Eiki-sama looks upon her as she closes her book, and she raises an eyebrow. While the eagerness is shared, of course a fairy and yama display their feelings on unequal levels. I moved out from behind my workbench and begin to disrobe.


‘... Hm? Again!? How many times are you gonna do this!?’


Oh.

Her servants...


‘Well I can understand, but it feels like a waste when the deed is already done.’


... It is only natural to give affection when a loved one asks for it.


‘Because she asked for it? Eh... the Yama didn’t really “ask”, did she...’

‘I wonder if you’ll turn into something different at this rate.’


I cock an eyebrow and glance behind myself, meanwhile Eiki-sama unclasps her buttons and Clownpiece drops her tights.

What do they mean by that, exactly?


‘He can still hear us, right?’

‘I’m not sure Master would like that... turning away from where he was going.’


What I do with myself ought to be my choice.

... Though, I recognize that I have been granted more choice from what power I have been granted.

I am lucky, and sinful.

But these things are done. My mark is left. Turning is something futile at this point.

Am I even turning from that path set for me?

There’s a sofa in the room. I move toward it as Clownpiece flutters into my left arm and Eiki strides to my right—graces me with fingertips and moves her lips to mine.

We sit. I invade the Yama’s mouth. I pet Clownpiece’s back as she kisses my free cheek.

Eiki’s stomach presses into mine; Clownpiece’s rubs against my side.

Between lust and love... the border often blurs.

With the pair of servants muttering at my back as I hold and kiss this pair of my house, I feel more a need to scrutinize what I do.

Clownpiece spreads herself over my risen cock. Chewing her bottom lip, she lets me enter her cleft once again. I shiver, the sensation tingles—

I put a hand to her swollen belly.

She bucks atop me, drooling against my chest. Eiki-sama takes hold of my face with her right hand and hotly continues her endless kiss. Her left hand runs over my stomach, my right hand runs over hers.

Though my advantage was unfair, and though many of my acts have been prompted by lust...

... I chose these girls. I wanted them, and they shared a want for me in return.

Pleasure first, but passion came too, didn’t it?

While I fuck Clownpiece, my rod driven purely rigid and her face and tongue slack—

While I’m caressed by Eiki, my heart beating and mind fading from her touch—

I still have my hands to their abdomens.

I feel, “you are two of my girls”. They surely feel, “you are my man”.

Clownpiece’s heavy movements, despite her light body—they scream “this cock is mine”. And Eiki’s hand now upon my saliva-slickened chest, clutching and digging, nails against ribs—it screams, “this heart is mine”. And my engorged cock, kissing the deepest reaches of a fairies ever-squeezing vagina is roaring: “I’ve seeded this womb.”

Her womb.

Her womb.

Her womb and her womb.

Hers, and hers, and even hers.

But the children...

“Ghn—” I grunt, and cum inside Clownpiece. Her body quivers. I look at her belly. I couldn’t enjoy this site more.

And Clownpiece wants more, but I ease her off of myself. I turn Eiki-sama over and lick her pussy up and down, growing again as I tug her hairs—watch her twitch. When I can, I thrust into her, take hold over her shoulder and watch the ripples of her flesh cascade through her bottom as I pound into this. Mine. And I hold her side. She grunts. Clownpiece beside us kisses her face, and then her lolling tongue. I can feel Eiki’s distended stomach still, at four of my fingertips.

These children are ours.

I think that is all I should register.

I think that is the only fact important after all of this.

I have fucked these women, and through obscured common sense or not they have accepted it. They’ve joined along with me. I’ve chosen to support them.

I grip Eiki’s swollen and hanging breasts. Clownpiece quietly licks at my forearm.

I slam into Eiki. I watch her body tremble. Gods, the feeling...

And to release—

I can’t stop firing into her. This, surely, is a feeling of “lust”. But undoubtedly, I love her as well. I can’t help but love every last one of them who has decided this fool clockmaker has a heart worth tying to.

What am I to be a god of?

As I pull out of Eiki and rest on the couch... As the two of them clean me off and then return to caressing me—letting me caress them to a probably second and third round... As I wonder about approaching Seija and Shinmyoumaru from behind and sticking it in them as well...

Fertility? Love? Hedonism? What am I becoming, or what have I become?

“Why” feels an adequate question too...

When I see the god of doors again, I will call out to her:


[] “Did you do this for a reason?”

[] “Tell me clearly what has happened to me, or will.”

[] “Will these girls remain well after all of this is done?”

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[X] “Will these girls remain well after all of this is done?”


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A spring-like summer’s day...

A day when none of us have anything to do.

I decide to visit the Human Village. I think, if I see Mokou once again, maybe I should try to have her as well...

But, in large part, we came here to be at ease. I came here to see family again. We came to visit the old shop, and see how the help I’ve hired since moving to Hell has been doing.

So it is I, Satori, Orin and Komachi, Shinmyoumaru and Seija (both at my arms), Eiki and Clownpiece behind—walking through a village of humans. An eclectic band, surely, though with my being innocuous... it seems to not register with the people around us... much.

The Yama, of course, is a terribly alarming site to many. Though her presence leaves none alert with me escorting her, her being here has gotten whispers regardless. Of note: what seems of interest to the crowds and sellers et al is her presence alone, but not the presence evidently inside of her, and every other girl among our group.

... Will my children, too, be innocuous?

“Okun!” Shinmyoumaru calls from below me (her size is a typical, small-human’s again—we had the Near-Miracle Mallet used again, for today—we’re still not sure whether to have our child with the needle princess as her ordinary size or larger...). I meet her eyes. “We’re here!” she tells me.

Indeed, we are. The shop is likely empty right now given it’s lunch hour, but I did not announce my coming today. I take the few opportunities I have for anything resembling surprise whenever I get them, these days. Even if I have a family now, it still feels very demoralizing to walk about and be seen as nothing more worth mentioning that a usual breeze. It’s tough to even get attention in a store.

I fish the key from a pocket of my robes, and open the door while the other girls chatter about the heat, about the quaint-quality of the building, about their recent adventures, about death (a common topic for half of my house, naturally). Seija reaches up and tugs a hair from under my arm. There is no reason to the action—I have not wronged her lately. This is just how she is.

As I yelp, I open the door. I am then rushed by a spear.

Again, I see the flash of Shinmyoumaru’s blade. Again, Seija raises her hand to flip the aggressor who was lurking behind my door.

But today, I spread my arms and keep them back. The rest of my lovers try to peek around my massive body to see what is happening. I, in the moment that Seija in particular is swearing and opening her mouth to bite down on my right arm in anger, bring my arm forward and grab the spear—again made of bamboo. The forest-colored tomboy, Mai, is stopped there, and grins at me. The rose-hued girl, Satono, stands behind her, looking at me with distant kindness.

“You two usually appear at my back,” I remark, trying to suppress the rapid beating of my heart. Before anything more can happen, I reach out and put my left hand to Mai’s chest, letting warmth ease through it.

“H-hm...!?” she moans as her face flushes and her thighs squeeze together.

“Working splendidly, is it?” says a still-familiar voice. I look deep into my old place, and in the shadows of the building see a woman in gold standing and watching us all. “The power you’ve grown, Odou.”

“I learned your name before meeting you again, Matara Okina,” I say. “You can’t keep your promises, huh?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” she says. “I believe now is about the right time.”

A door appears on my back, and my lovers are sucked into it. Then, I am sucked in as well, which is bizarre and I’d really rather not have had that happen.

The blur. The rush. The black and hardly colored world of Doors.

I arrive with normal orientation, and Orin, Shinmyoumaru, Seija and Clownpiece come cling to me. I hug them securely. Satori, Eiki, and Komachi are behind us. They place their hands over the bumps in their stomachs, and look above. I follow their line of sight.

In that floating throne again is the golden god, sitting with much more interest than I saw her with before.

“I’m done with this work;” she says with a smile, “let’s come to evaluation.”

“We learned,” I say, trying to sound confident, “that you altered me to make me a god.”

“And you are,” she replies, and with a nod she clarifies: “a god.”

My stomach sinks. A flash of red and white pings through my mind.

“The shrine maiden?” Satori asks. Gently she tells me, “Don’t worry. You’ve moved to Hell, and are outside of her purview.”

R-Really...? It’s... within her right to slay human villagers who lose that humanity...

“I will take back my power now,” Okina says. Now panic falls over me, and a feeling even worse sinks deep with my core. I catch out the corner of my downcast eyes Satori looking upon me curiously. Okina, however, speaks before my third youkai partner. “What’s the matter? It has nothing to do with your power, now.”

She means... my high fertility, and the ease with which I can arouse people. Probably more else... Like, my touch, which still seems to be effecting her the door god’s less girlish servant, by the looks of it beside the throne.

“What...” I say, frightened still. “What will happen to these girls after? Will these girls remain well after all of this is done?”

Matara Okina’s eyebrows raise. She thinks, but only a moment. She answers me, thus, rather soon. “Odou,” she says, “you know what you are, don’t you?”

I say, “A god of... lust, and love, no?”

She says, shaking her head, “No.”

Ehh...?

“You surprised me,” says Matara Okina, and I involuntarily puff with a single laugh. “You, Odou, are only ‘love’. A genuine feeling of it. You draw power from feeling, and more from what results of it.”

“I... I do what!?”

Hold on!

“Your girls will be fine,” says the god of doors, and she lifts her hand. With it, she lifts, assuredly, the pall that her influence had had on their minds. I can see it on their faces. Once more, I feel a terrifying sense of dread, this time out of worry. It’s gone.. Gone, just like that...

What... are they going to think of me?

“What will I think of you?” answers Satori, to my small shock—despite how often it is that she speaks my mind when she is here. “Odou-san...”

“You are too fool and too responsible,” finishes Okina, and as she does my girls come to rush me with more emotion than I am accustomed to seeing in them. And, I often see very much. They hold to me tight, and glare at the god of doors. “You care too much for the other, even when sating yourself. You listen too well, you try much too hard...” Okina continues, looking off into the void. She eyes me sideways. “You could never be a feared god, Senzai Odou,” she says, “it’s frankly extremely disappointing.”

While I attempt to process all of this, I recall quite a while ago... Hadn’t I… sworn some intent—?

Amidst recollection, the concerning subject, Eiki-sama, speaks up. “Odou-san,” she says, “judging you has become a lot more difficult now, hasn’t it?”

I look into the Yama’s eyes.

Long ago now I swore, with this gorgeous and astounding woman in my thoughts, to become a paragon of love.

I... Had I really taken that declaration so sincerely!? I hadn’t really thought it over this entire time!!

Satori shakes her head.

“Did that matter? You always were what you were,” she says. “I’ve always seen it in you. You want to fuck, at any hour of the day, and yet still your heart is full of adoration too.” Then, she lightly taps her temple and winces. “It makes me heady quite often, all told. It’s an overwhelming amount of emotion.”

“My girls,” Okina continues, watching us now, “helped you now and then to temper these emotions the satori speaks of, but indeed they merely ever made your... big feelings something for others to ever feel, satori or no.”

“Hey!”

Oh! Seija!

“Everyone shut the fuck up!”

Eep!

My Amanojaku wife stares the devil at an unflinching Okina as she continues to angrily speak. “I’m going seven months pregnant with this clock-idiot and mine’s kid, and that goes for all of us right? I’m tired and I want to go to bed! Right!? That’s all of you, too, right!?” It’s only midday...

“Odou-san thinks, ‘it’s only midday’.” Wait—!

Seija punches me in my throat. Shinmyoumaru pokes my side with her needle. Komachi bonks her fist on my skull and Clownpiece angrily bites my shoulder.

I groan and whine with pain as Eiki, in exasperation, shakes her head and whispers my name.

“Gkk! I w... was only joking! We went to... went to the... shop! Partly to rest... right!? That was a joke, to myself! Don’t spread it, Satori-san!”

“I’m a satori,” says Satori. Eiki nods.

“Okay WAIT! Didn’t I JUST tell y’all to STOW it!?” yells Seija, and she grinds her knuckles against my neck. “This rapist here raped us all because this god here made us all let that happen without batting an eye!”

Ahh… Ahhhhh….

“... That’s what he’s thinking, right, you? Satori?” She looks at Satori while now pulling on my cheek.

Satori nods. MMmg... Aahh...

OW!

Now, Seija brings her fist to my cheek.

“Are you retarded!?” she shouts. “Cumming on us is one thing, licking us is one thing...

“Eating us out, shoving it up our asses—whatever! You already know, right!?”

“Wh-What!?” I ask.

“None of us were dry were we!? Didn’t everyone here know what it’d mean if he stuffed that fat cock of his up our cunts!?”

There is a wave of “yes”s, “I knew”s, and nods.

And Okina joins them, saying, “That’s right.” She looks me in the eye. “My power was only a little, and was quite limited as a result. If you ever pushed it, you would get push-back. I thought you’d noticed that. Some of these girls even refused you once or twice, and you listened to them. It’s why I encouraged you to listen to yourself.”

... Oh right! That’s all completely true!

“We come to this,” says Matara Okina, “this droll, ‘good’ ending, because you never, only, thought of yourself.”

... Suddenly, I feel quite elated. It shows on my face and – to Satori – evidently it shows in my heart.

“Make no mistake that you were tempted and succumbed to it, Odou-san,” Eiki lectures me. I look up at her. “But had I not wanted your child, even through the fog I would have said so.” R-Really? As I think that, Eiki-sama cups her chin and thinks. “Honestly,” she says after a while, “Odou-san: you’re extremely cute.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, he’s a cutie.”

“He’s really cute!”

“Onii-san smells good and he’s always warm!”

“I love Okun!”

“Yeah, he’s real cute, definitely.”

I blush.

Watching all of this, Matara Okina glares, groans, and says, simply, “Ugh.”

“S-S... S-So, what now!?” I ask her.

“You live the life of a god,” she says, locking her eyes with mine, “who has fucked, it seems, only youkai and gods? You may end up... a fairly useful man. But, not to me. Maybe, some day soon, I might introduce you to a friend of mine.”

“You still want to use me!?” I snap. “I—I don’t even know why you used me at all in the first place!”

“Because you would succeed,” she answers, “and so, I would too. Look at that—” and, she smiles a wicked smile “—I made a god of a man.”

“My husband is not your toy,” says the Yama, in a calm voice. “Please keep in mind his freedom.”

“He is free. And, I will have people know he can be prayed to.” Saying this, Okina waves off the Yama dismissively.

“... So, I just… get, everything? My wives? My clock store, any other women that I want?”

“No!” Okina snaps. “Only whoever wants you, you fool!”

Oh, well, of course.

“And don’t misunderstand...” Okina trails off.

My loves hold parts of me tightly—though, I wish Clownpiece and Orin wouldn’t grab that.

“... I gave you some advantage, but this is still what you have earned.”

... I laugh. I laugh, once. This... degenerate man, really? My life can just... continue unabated? I will be recognized again, and can love as I wish? Mercy, that’s...

... I’m glad, that I didn’t only try to take these girls as mine.

... Frankly, I am beginning to think... no, perhaps I was always sure: that that was all very much worth it.

“What are you going to do now?” Matara Okina asks.

“‘Who’,” I reply.

“Hm?” With this she tilts her head.

And, I answer her, grinning.

“Fujiwara no Mokou,” I declare, “most definitely.”


Fin.

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== Final thoughts:

This was fun. This was a fun porn story. I only ended up having that giant hiatus because the flow got away from me, when I actually returned I’d written most of that Eiki sex update already, I guess life just distracted me heavily. This is very much a “Kizin’s fetishes” story so if you enjoyed it good on you: you’re hopeless. I’ve not written 100% porn before but I liked doing it in stream of conscious, it leaves a lot to imagination and leaves writing more to be a less necessary thing... probably? It’s difficult to write the same kinds of actions multiple times—I tried to focus on “sensation/emotion” and “heat”. Odou was very fun to write. I overall liked how you guys steered him. There were a few possible endings, this being the best one in my opinion. Overall it’s basically a story about a guy given true freedom and seeing what he does with it. Having him consistently still make clocks was like, imo, a hint that this person doesn’t WANT to be a purely sex-obsessed dude: he wants a “life”. Even if he’s a god, he can still have an ordinary life... relatively. I'm satisfied with the story.

Thank you, anyone who read and voted! Now back to my irregularly scheduled not-porn.

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