Joined: 15 May 2009 Posts: 24 Location: Right behind joo!
Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 12:26 am Post subject: Yukiona v3.0
It seems prudent to make each story its own topic. Just an idea. Anywho here is mine.
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“Cold, fine. Wind, fine. But for frell’s sake, this is just plain ridiculous!”
The universe at large is thoroughly unconcerned with my surly mood. These mountains are purported to be haunted; no one dares thread
their slopes. The feckless bandits cowering beneath its sheerest cliffs must hold themselves in quite a state of esteem. To their chagrin,
I stick to walls, see beyond sight, and bring much carnage and death. To mine, this blizzard makes things far less… facilitious.
A quant dwelling nestles quietly within the icy maelstrom, suspiciously, almost beckoning. I make to continue my path when a delectable aroma
assails my senses.
“Stupid stomach.”
I reach to knock and the door opens.
“Welcome, please come in.” A dainty female voice calls, its timbre and pitch reminiscent of the storm at my back.
“Curiouser and curiouser.” I reply noncommittally.
“Beg pardon?” the powder blue goddess entreats.
“Nothing. I smell something cooking, is there enough to share? I can pay quite handsomely.” I proffer, ever the gentleman.
“I have no need for currency; but thank you none the less. I usually prepare for quite the famished guest so I hope your appetite is well
intact.” Her demure assertion is made all the more refreshing in contrast to my luck with her ‘species’ of late.
“You can count on it.” I boast as I enter and take up arms for the gastronomical contest that awaits my pallet.
Her abode is fashioned in contemporary log cabin style, complete with genuine pelt rugs, a wide hearth, exquisite carvings, proud trophy heads
and elegant torches. The culinary offerings are deliciously prepared, quickly replenished and pleasantly filling. After I’ve supped, I’m forced
to pat my newly stuffed belly and let out a belch of cartoonish proportions.
“Oh my!” she giggles brightly, her sound both joyous and sparkling.
“Oh yeah!” I belt out. “That one came from the soul.”
Her laughter intensifies and I almost wonder if she has a crystal chime in the wind. I arise from the table and thank my host graciously for her
hospitality.
“But, …where are you going?” She looks up from her diminutive stature with disappointed, almost begging eyes.
“Blizzard’s done, gut’s full, and I got ass to whoop. Don’t worry, I’ll swing back through and have a proper visit once I’ve flattened those miserable
bandits.” I jab my thumb towards the window to emphasize my point.
“But the storm may resurge at any moment.” Her voice is almost
pleading.
“Naaaaaah,” I say through the open door. “as clear as this sky is, I’ll be done and gone before that has a chance to happen. Jya mata, bishou”.
I dash off towards my course. I’ve not traveled more than a handful of miles when I’m stopped cold in midair. The air grows heavy, clouds
billow and swirl, gales produce from the preverbal woodwork, and ice shards make kamikaze runs toward my face.
“What in the blue – shit!” I barely dodge a vicious lightning bolt, which is followed by its friends and their mothers.
“Seriously? Man, fuck this shit!”
I take to a higher perch to confirm my suspicions. My doujutsu takes a detailed scan of the vicinity; terrain, wind patterns, snowfall, strike
placement, pressure gradients, etc. etc. etc.
“Tsk, shoulda known. Stupid girl.”
I land on her rooftop and search for a secluded window. Finding one accommodating, I slip silently down the stairs and find her waiting by the
door. So predictable. The room darkens and I let my presence weight the air.
“YUKIONAAAA!!!”
She lets slip a shrill yelp and nearly jumps out of her crystal smooth skin. She turns to face me, bones quivering, pulse quickening. I can
almost taste the excitement, fear, and lust battle for dominance in her startled and addled brain.
“B-b- … how?”
“I told you I would come back, and in short order to boot. You think I didn’t sense your desire? I’m an empath, I could hear it dripping from
you, just as I can smell your arousal.”
“But … I –”
“Yeah, you ‘needed’ me right then, boo-frickin-hoo. Consider yourself lucky I wasn’t on a timetable. Otherwise, your resultant hot and
bothered condition would have been settled by my battlemind. Not the head you want to deal with, I assure you.”
“W-well, I g-guess I could allow you to …defend the land fir–”
“Oooooh no, you ain’t wormin your way outta this one. Not by a long shot.”
I grab my back collar and pull down; armour becomes cape, cape whips and snaps around chiseled physique, melding into my very skin. I stand
before her, sprawling tats settling into place. Doukuganryu rages thick towards the sky, doubler full in place. My balls tap her chin, my tip
passes her forehead. Her breath grows shallow, quick, insistent. I put my flared crown to her cold luscious lips; MY pulse skips. She tries to
slide away but her jaw drops, ever so slightly. I drive the beast home. When I hit her soft pallet she goes wild, reaching for things unseen and
pawing at my abdomen. As her eyes roll back into place she slaps my ass with both hands and digs in. She lounges forward, taking inch after
iron hard inch deeper into her tiny frame. Her jaw hangs wide and her throat stretches and distends to accommodate my immense girth. Her
nose touches my pelvis and her tongue snakes out, encircling my heavy laden sack. When her chin nuzzles my taint my legs fail me; gravity then
takes command. Some small obscure crevice of my mind is mildly grateful for telekinesis.
“Good gawd! Nyah!” My synapses dance and my senses flux. Somehow, I remember that I’m the one running this showboat.
“Oral fixation, much?” I call down to her sporting the people’s eyebrow.
Her retort is to partially close her jaw, with my entire genital region in her
maw; the pleasure/pain mix is delightfully repugnant. I grunt and rap my knuckles across her head, sending her gigantic snowflake decoration
smashing to the floor. Before she can retaliate, I take a fistful of snow-white hair and begin to extract my member. Near the end, she
moans her disapproval through her body’s wet, sloppy noises then takes a death grip on my shaft while her head bobs and weaves around my
sensitive tip. Her small, dainty hands fail to reach around the thick meat she craves. None the less, she starts to clench, twist, and unclench her
grip up and down my rigid length.
“You got some grip for a tart so light in the ass.” I manage to groan.
At that, she cuts me a razor sharp look and slips two fingers to probe my
prostate.
“Shit! Fuck! Druh – uuugggghhhh!!”
My organs feel as if they’ll spew out along with my ejaculate; a chain destruction goes off in my brain. Just before I erupt, she drives my
twitching cock back into her throat and takes the first high volume spurt straight into her stomach. The second deluge greases her throat as she
pulls my pole back out. The third torrent gives her a massive facial. The only thought permeating my brain is, ‘Noooooooo!’ She cleans her
soaked face and proceeds to swallow all of the spilled jizm. Once I’m spent, I fall from the air with a loud thump and lay on the floor with my
arm over my eyes. I hear her ‘hmph’, then look to see her leaning against the door arms crossed, nose upturned.
“Excuse me? Last time I checked I wasn’t the one sicin snowstorms on a nigga while tryin to get him back into my clutches.”
She reaffirms her pose. “Even so, what kind of woman do you think I am?”
“A cum-guzzler, for one.” I say as I prop myself up.
She looks at me with eyes more icy than her climatic fury as the room takes an awful chill. Her kimono suddenly comes undone and pulls up
and away from her body. She squeals and covers her ample chest as the garment sails across the room telekinetically.
“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this”
She snatches her gaze away from me, flailing her long snow-white mane. She makes a wide gesture, but before she can move very far I’m
behind her with a distinct ‘pbzt’ sound. I sidle up behind her on my knees and embrace her lithe form.
“Still a bit taller than her, Ha!” I ruminate.
Her body is so decidedly cold, but not uncomfortably so. Her small, round, full ass cradles my navel as I place small kisses down her neck
and onto her shoulder. I bring one hand across her flared hips on to her shapely thighs while the other grasps her firm, full breast. I gently tease
her engorged nipple which puffs out from her buoyant orbs more than a full inch. She begins to coo and writhe at my expert touch, then sweeps
up her neglected teat and begins to maul it as if it were a stress reliever. When she tries to coax my lower hand to her sopping wet center, I push
her face down into the carpet; she gasps in anxious delight.
“What are you planning to – mmmmmmm!” She moans in anticipation as I bring my throbbing crown across her dripping wet folds.
“Not cold down here.”
I push in to part her lower lips and then pull back. I slyly waggle my steaming fuckstick scant millimeters above her luscious skin, letting her
feel the heat rolling off of it like waves lapping at the sea. I push in ever so slightly and circle my hips just a bit. Then I draw out all the way again.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, are you trying to drive me maaaaad?” she trails off as I drive straight into her cervix.
I rhythmically squeeze my PC muscles and she groans and jumps with each little twitch. I wiggle my hips and feel her silky insides give more
than I think they should.
“Deeper. Please.” She manages in between staccato breaths.
I penetrate her again and nearly lose my mind; her body begins to quake and quiver. Her screams and squeals punctuated by convulsing muscles.
I retreat a few inches as silky fluids pool between my knees. I thrust back in and insight a glorious audible squish as she reaches up to swat at
my hips. I decide to let her finish one orgasm before I dispense another. I can’t help but belt out my patented evil laugh.
“You see what you’ve gotten yourself into?”
“F-ff-fuck y-yyou.” She manages between huffed breaths.
“Pft, talk about a one track mind.”
When her thrashing quiets down, she gets into the swing of things of her own volition.
“How can she gyrate with half my dick in her uterus?”
I make short strokes in time with her body, bringing hers and my pleasure back to a fever pitch. Her moans remind me of the “Song of the Mountain”,
the whistling, whining wind blown wails carried through the highest peaks. As her breath becomes ragged, I pull out and she leaves a
massive puddle in my wake. That sound of loss and yearning is so thoroughly delicious. She looks back over her shoulder and chases my
cock with her shapely ass. Her eyes and voice wordlessly beg me to continue. I have half a mind to up and leave, but unfortunately the
eternal battle for blood is won and the beast in my loins must be quelled.
I repeatedly let my now dominant head touch her lower lips and flex PC to draw it back up. Each stroke brings a whimper more voluminous than
the last. As my icy blue victim vixen claws the floor, her gasps begin to waft. I slide in just past the tip and her back arches deeply.
“Please, please” she begs, barely audible.
“You sorry yet?”
She lazily turns her wry gaze to mine; tongue drooping, ice crystals drooling from the sides of her mouth. Her half lidded eyes blink as she
shakes her leaden head ‘no’.
“Oh hell naw!”
Our hips touch once more as she bolts up to grab hold behind my neck. I wrap my arms around her slick, lukewarm form and feel my girth in her
belly. Her convulsions nearly send me over the edge. The blast of visible air from her fades from frost to snow. I move to egress once
more but she pre-empts me. Her legs lock behind my ass, her whole weight now suspended on my erection. She bears down on my member
with her formidable insides and the real fun begins. I, to this day, have not figured how she turned her inner walls into a roaring tornado of flesh
and heat and pleasure, and to be honest, I don’t really care. She grips my entire length like a vice, even into her womb; release and grip,
release and grip, all within a twister swirl, several times over into infinity. The sensation is far too much and I let loose a flood of sperm far
larger than I thought myself capable. However, methinks she had no intentions of letting me slack off. Her internal tension becomes a ring; a
ring that strokes my shaft from root to tip. After a few passes, she add in a menacing twist.
By now my tongue has started to molest her neck line and clavicle, dancing fervent waltzes with kisses and nips. She traces my jaw line with
her teeth and nuzzles my face. The one hand still grasps her distending waist around my rod, delighting in the new motion she’s added to the
party. Its counterpart moves between he pert and heaving breasts
“Since when did our pulses sync?” my swimming mind manges.
Her hair treads on its own from between us and settles behind me so I may feel my prize directly. Her newfound fire is exquisite on my skin. I
lay grip on what passes for her waist and raise her almost completely off, sliding belly to back all the way. I bring her down slowly then pick up a
rhythm. Her abdominal rhythm adapts to my long stroke and my balls swell. My pace hastens as sweet, powerful release creeps nearer and
nearer. When I finally explode, we both fall full tilt into the floor. The surprise force and pressure sends her to right on my heels into orgasmic
heaven. As our squirming tango finally subsides, I settle into a short forceful pace and lay us out flat.
“Let the floor take our weight, I got better things to do.”
She redoubles her vaginal and uterine tornado and matches my pace. I offer gratitude most high for multi-orgasmic endowments, thus we
continue in this sensuous vane for hours on end. When we’ve at last had our fill, her belly has swollen to gestationary proportion from the volume
of my seed. As we lay on our sides, drenched in sweat and …stickier fluids she turns to me, eyes half closed and full of questions.
“How did you know I would appreciate your …vigor?”
“You mean aside from the fact that you didn’t freeze the whole room and my ass with it? I told you, I’m an empath. I can sense what you feel.”
“I see. Are you still intent on bestowing combat upon the bandits below the southern cliffs?”
“Sure. After you get your ass back in the kitchen and replace all the energy you just made me burn.”
“Awwww. Must I truely?” she pouts.
“Not right now. But why in the hell did you think I was saying that we’d do this when I got back.”
“Oh poo!”
“See, trust in the Youkai, the Youkai is good.”
With that she gets up and wobbles towards the kitchen, grumbling all the way. I smile as her firm bottom sways to and fro, trying to be graceful.
She says something back at me, breaking my reverie.
“What was that?”
“I said, ‘I’m going to enjoy your visits most of all’.”
“Really? Who said anything about me coming back?”
She pokes her head around the corner and casts a hard quixotic look. My straight face begins to crumble and she remarks with a sigh.
“Ooh you baastard!”
It takes me a solid fifteen minutes to ceace my laughter and ascend from the floor.
Last edited by Youkai-sama on Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:25 am; edited 3 times in total
Joined: 15 May 2009 Posts: 24 Location: Right behind joo!
Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 3:07 pm Post subject: Need replies :cry:
I know this is unorthodox and potentially pretentious but I'm specifically asking for replies, criticisms, nit-picking, restructures,
rewrites, whatever you see fit. My writing is FAR from established and I need all the help I can get. My specialty is scene
making, not storytelling. I aspire to one day be on the level of the greats like MJM and the master of slime himself. So, help out
a young dragon on his path to glory; any assistance will be appreciated.
Joined: 15 May 2009 Posts: 24 Location: Right behind joo!
Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:28 am Post subject:
Hiya, all ^_^! This new passage has a new style and a better flow. As always, comments and criticisms are very welcome. And PLEASE come
back and help us revive this forum.
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