Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: The Dragon and Demon Within
PART: Chapter 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: mf mF oral fellatio fant size cons handjob facial fanfic
f-solo titfuck
SUMMARY: Fanfiction crossover of Ninja Gaiden and Dead or Alive.  14
year old Sanji is chosen to be the clan's Dragon Heir, but sinister - and
sexy - sabotage results in an even greater destiny.  Based on ideas from
Jviper, at Hentai Foundry.
   **********
   Momiji drifted through a hazy half-slumber, on the cusp of dreamland and
waking reality.  She was aware of holding a warm body close to her, one
whose crotch was rubbing into hers, and in her sleep the teenage girl
clasped the body close to her, moaning in pleasure as her wet pussy was
stimulated by the feel of hard, long cock-
   With a hot gasp, the shrine maiden started awake.  Sweat plastered some
of her currently loose hair to her brow, and she remembered that the warm
body she was holding was that of 14 year old Sanji, the orphan boy she'd
taken in after his parents had been killed.  And she was holding the
slumbering boy rather more tightly than was warranted for an older-sister
figure.
   Still, she sighed blissfully as she felt his cock against her pussy. 
There was a thick wet warmth on her pussy, as Momiji slowly became aware
that Sanji had been dreaming, and grinding his dick against her in his
sleep.  His dick - which at 7 inches was impressive for a young teen - had
come out of his boxers and slipped into her panties as they'd clutched at
each other in simultaneous sleep.
   Pulling slightly apart from the still-slumbering lad, Momiji looked
down. His softening cock was visible, and still nicely swollen and
delicious to look at it - and it had left a 'gift' for her.  The inside of
her panties were covered in his cum - he'd blown his load on her in his
sleep!  The idea was sort of exciting, so exciting that the shrine maiden
nearly forgot that the pleasure she got from this lewd slumber made her
feel guilty.
   This was a regular occurence, the two teens grinding against each other
in their sleep.  Every now and then he would cum on her, and she'd discover
it in the morning.  She didn't think Sanji had any clue it was happening.
It was so wrong - she knew she should stop it - but it felt so good.  The
well hung boy's shlong slipping into her panties and rubbing against her
puffy nether lips gave her such a thrill.
   And this morning it had almost slipped inside her cunt!  Momiji
whimpered slightly with lust at the thought, and hurriedly got out of bed.
She had to get off, now, she was so horny.  Going to the other room, she
slipped out of her bra and panties and ran some bathwater.  The teenage
boy's cum was smeared all along her crotch - her inner thighs and upon her
slit - and the shrine maiden moaned as she rubbed her hand along her pussy,
feeling that hot thick jizz squishing between her hand and her pussy.
   She imagined that cum seeping into her cunt and filling her womb, maybe
even knocking her up with Sanji's babies.  The idea was so wrong and
forbidden and hot, that the teenage girl gasped breathily, and hurried
stepped into the warm bathwater, lying within, and pushing her fingers into
her sopping wet twat.  "Hnnnnggghhh," she groaned as she fingered herself.
Lust guttered in her throat and flashed through body, and she fucked
herself with her fingers, bucking her hips up into her thrusting hand, and
imagining that it was Sanji's cock pounding deep within her as his supple
young body heaved into her sweet teen flesh.
   She cried out, a wild yell of passion that she barely remembered to bite
off as she juiced, her pussy seizing on her fingers needily as she
convulsed with ecstasy.  "Saaaaannnjjiiii!" she moaned, her entire teenage
body convulsing with sheer rapture.  Desperate with lust, she didn't stop
frigging herself, extending her orgasm, and even sliding her thumb into her
tight asshole too.
   Orgasms spiraled over and over through her mind, crashing through her
body as she bore her two horny virgin fuckholes down on her fingers,
juicing hard in the bathtub.  The soapy water was mixing with Sanji's cum -
from where it had been smeared all over her pussy - and her own love juice.
It felt like hours before she came down from her high, but at last Momiji
was too exhausted by ecstasy to continue, and lay limply in the bathtub,
gasping hotly for breath.
   The shrine maiden moaned lewdly with lust as a ripple of afterglow
spasmed gently through her.  "Ohhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm," she panted.  Her full,
ripe boobs, jiggled and heaved as she struggled for breath.  She didn't
know how long she lay there in the water, in a daze of pleasure, but
eventually she managed to get out and dry herself.  Her body was warm and
liquid with afterglow.
   But she wanted more.
   Momiji went back into the bedroom, where Sanji was still sleeping.  The
covers were thrown off him - she'd been so overwhelmed by lust before, she
hadn't replaced them - revealing his long 7 inch teenage dong.  It was
still covered in his own cum, and twitched enticingly before her vision.
   She shivered a bit with horniness, before grabbing a cloth and beginning
to clean his cock like she usually did.  But she'd only dabbed a little bit
before a wild impulse seized her - what would his dick taste like?  The
shrine maiden lay the cloth aside, and leaned down over his cock.  She
watched it throb and firm up into rock hard erection as her hot breath blew
gently upon it, and tentatively licked at it.
   Lightning crackled up her spine, and she moaned at the taste of his
jizz. It was incredible!  Viscous and musky and powerful, it intoxicated
her.  Momiji fell to lapping it up, licking greedily along his cock,
without any thought of the forbidden nature of what she was doing, so
caught up in desire for the young boy.
   Sanji squirmed in his sleep, groaning gutturally, and the sound was
music to her ears.  Then her plump lips closed around the swollen head of
his angry red cock, suckling like a nursing child.  The boy's dreaming
reaction surprised her - he groaned sharply, his hands clenching on the
sheets, and his hips bucked up into her face, smacking lightly against her
chin.  His fat dick pushed several inches into her mouth, and the engorged
knob of his shaft pounded against the tight flower of her throat.
   "MMMGGNGNGNGFFFNNFGHHHHH!" Momiji was utterly overwhelmed by the sudden
motion of the horny, sleeping teen, and her eyes crossed with pleasure as
his cum-covered cock filled her mouth.  She sucked greedily, instinctively
cupping those firm, juicy balls.  She was so turned on, she barely noticed
all of her drool trickling down his shaft as she gave the boy a blow job.
   The shrine maiden dove down, desperate to hold his entire cock inside
her, and his cockknob squeezed into her tight throat as her lips closed
around the base of his shaft.  Sanji cried aloud, and cummed.  Momiji was
almost surprised by the hot salty blasts of jizz that squirted thickly and
forcefully directly into her throat, and her pussy overflowed as she juiced
from the taste and sensation.  Her throat hummed with pleasure around his
jizzing shota-dick.
   Sanji started awake as he cummed.  His bellow was a teenage tenor of
bliss as he saw through sleep-glazed eyes the beautiful older teen, whom he
thought of as a sister, deep throating him as he jizzed.  His hands rose of
their own accord and seized her head, with all the instinct of a virgin boy
driven by his lusts, fisting in her hair and yanking.  Her orgasmic moans
were so loud that they were still audible over his shouts, despite being
muffled by his cock stuffing her mouth.
   Momiji swallowed his jets of fuckslime eagerly, relishing the delicious
musky taste of his youthful vigor, but kept sucking the whole time, working
her throat around his cock and milking him for more.  She was instantly
addicted to that delectable teenage cum, and had to have more of it.
   It seemed like the boy's cum fountain was inexhaustible, but at last he
emptied his balls into her thirsty throat, and his hands fell limply away
from her head to his sides on the bed.  "Momiji..." Sanji murmured.  Her
heart skipped a beat at hearing the hoarse husky passion in his voice, but
his head fell back and his eyes closed again.  His breathing gradually
lengthened as he fell asleep once more.
   Clearly he'd only been half-awake, and if he remembered this at all,
would probably think it only a dream.  A flush of shame warmed Momiji's
cheeks, but it had felt so good!
   She abruptly remembered - today was the purification ceremony!  She'd
been so caught up in her horniness that she'd forgotten.  Color came to her
cheeks again, but she quickly got up off the bed - throwing the sheet over
Sanji and looking fondly and lustfully at the sleeping boy as she did so -
and made sure her hair and attire were okay before going out.
   The scent and taste of Sanji's fertile, musky jizz were still strong in
her nose and throat and she staggered a bit, almost drunkenly, as she
headed towards the village shrine to prepare.  Ryu Hayabusa, the dragon
ninja and bearer of the village's guardian spirit, was meditating
crossleggedly before the shrine.  Momiji slowed her stride, trying to be
quiet and not disturb him, but the warrior heard her anyway, with his keen
senses.
   He unfolded himself up off the ground in a single, fluid motion, coming
to his full height.  "I'm sorry, Ryu," Momiji said, a bit bashfully.  "I
just came to prepare the shrine for the ceremony."
   The ninja shrugged it off.  "Then prepare," he said in his deep voice,
not unkindly.  Never one for words, he turned and strode off.  As he did
so, however, his nose wrinkled.  His sense of smell picked up a definite...
odor...  emanating from the young shrine maiden's soft skin.  The barest
ghost of a smile tugged at his serious lips.  The ritual invariably
increased the chosen's one libido; and it looked as though Sanji had found
an outlet for it ahead of time.
   For it was indeed Sanji who was the one chosen to undergo the ritual
today.  Ryu had selected him to be his successor, the bearer of the dragon
spirit that was the village's guardian demigod.  The instincts and acumen
of the ninja told him that the boy, despite his youth and inexperience, was
strong enough for this, more than strong enough in fact.
   As for Sanji, he woke up a little bit later, stretching languidly and
automatically reaching over to hug Momiji good morning, before he realized
she was gone.  He was a little disappointed, but his cock twitched in his
boxers as he remembered that fantastic dream he'd been having.  The hot
teenage shrine maiden had been licking and sucking his cock like an eager,
horny kitten, and he had cummed, hotly and forcefully into her mouth, and
she'd swallowed it all!
   He shivered slightly at the memory of the dream, but the back of his
neck warmed from embarrassment at having thoughts like that about her.  She
was like his older sister!  But his cock remained semiturgid as he got up
and dressed, and wouldn't stop twitching in his trousers.  He tried to
steady his breathing, and almost succeeded when he suddenly remembered -
the purification ritual was today!
   The well hung lad had been so distracted - wonderfully, pleasantly
distracted - by the memory of that dream - he'd completely forgotten. 
There was no way he was going to calm down now.  Sanji decided to try and
walk it off.  He went out into the village and started walking up and down
along the paths.  He was greeted by several people wishing him well today,
but his smiles and hellos were perfunctory as he replied.
   He was so embarrassingly distracted, and he kept wondering if people
would notice the semi-hardon in his pants.  He gulped, but couldn't get
thoughts of Momiji out of his head.  Imagining her beautiful, tight teenage
body naked, wondering if she was bushy, or trimmed, or shaven, and
envisioning his load blowing all over her perky tits and smiling face.
   Sanji got so caught up in his fantasies as he strode along, that he
could swear he almost heard her moaning and gasping-- and all of a sudden,
he realized that he DID hear her moaning and gasping!  Well, a woman
anyway. Not Momiji.  Probably.  His heart thundered his chest as he
imagined that Momiji was somewhere near him, fingering herself and thinking
about him!
   The 14 year old boy peeked around an alley corner, and now his heart
nearly stopped.  There, at the far end of the alley, a young woman - older
than Momiji, but still quite young - was laying back against a wall,
cupping her ample tit through her top with one hand and reaching down to
her wet, bushy muff with her other hand.  Her eyes were half-lidded, her
body trembling as breathy sighs passed through her delicious, womanly lips,
and her hips thrust upwards into nothing as she fingered her succulent twat
before his very eyes.
   Sanji was unable to tear his eyes away, utterly fascinated by the sight,
when the woman spoke.  "Hey there, young stud.  I could use a...  hand."
Her plump red lip quirked at that last, and she turned half-glazed eyes
upon him.  He gulped, but was unable to deny the raging hard-on that was
tenting his trousers.  As if hypnotized, he came over to her, trembling
with excitement and anticipation and some amount of fear.
   Her hand cupping her lush boob came away and joined her other hand down
at her pussy for a moment, wrenching some more heated moans from her -
Sanji's mouth dropped open in utter shock at how brazen she was about her
lusts in front of him - and then picked up a cup next to her, getting some
of her juices into it.
   "I'm Christie," she arched her eyebrow invitingly at him.  "Buy a girl a
drink?" She lifted the cup slightly.  "I need some extra...  flavor to go
with this." Sanji goggled, but the short-haired woman was already coming up
to her knees and undoing the front of his trousers.  His magnificent
7-inch-long erection sprang out, plopping wetly against her face, and she
mewled.  "My, you are a big, eager one," she smirked at him.
   She licked kittenishly at his swollen tip, wrenching a shuddering groan
from the teen's throat, and smacked her lips on the big marble of precum
that beaded from his cumslit.  She began running her hand - that soft
smooth skin, wet with her own juices - up and down his thick engorged
shaft, and Sanji practically lost control of his body, his head tossing
about and his limbs twitching almost jerkily with the hot pleasure of it.
   Her thumb pressed gently down on the cumtunnel on the underside of his
cock as she stroked, milking him expertly and drawing out his euphoria. 
His breath came in short, panted gasps, and he bucked his hips up into her
hand, wresting a little yip of surprise as his fat cockknob pushed into her
face and smeared it with his precum.
   "Feisty," she said, moaning slightly, clearly turned on by giving the
well-hung lad a hand job.  Her nipples beneath her top were obviously hard,
and Sanji's eyes darted back and forth from her eyes - which looked
sultrily into his - to her hand pumping around his dick, to her bushy
pussy, still dripping wet.
   Christie squeezed and stroked, picking up the pace, and Sanji
practically couldn't breathe.  He thrust his hips back and forth eagerly,
sliding his big teen log of cockmeat between her soft silky hand.  With the
force of his thrusts, his precum flung away from his knob, splattering onto
the young woman's face.  She gasped at the hot wet sensations of his pre,
but was obviously enjoying herself.
   With a deep, stirring groan emanating from the very depths of his chest,
Sanji's hairless nuts clenched, and thick spurts of cum raced up his shaft
in bulging pulses to geyser out directly onto Christie's face.  She
smirked, pleased, then started in surprise as it kept coming, voluminous
jets of jizz blasting her.  Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and more
spunk squirted into her mouth, hot and viscous and potent, and she moaned
loudly, her body quivering with the force of orgasm as the boy coated her
face with his fat load.
   Sanji's breath blew out of him in a low groan as his balls emptied
themselves, and his chest heaved as he gradually caught his breath.  A
silly grin spread across his face as he saw the young woman's lovely face
completely slathered in his cum - and she liked it!  "Wow," she managed to
say, licking her lips and swallowing appreciately.  "Impressive."
   Sanji couldn't manage words.  This encounter was so hot yet so surreal
at once.  Who would imagine a random woman just giving him a handjob in an
alley?  Christie wiped his goop off her face and into her cup.  She sniffed
it, then took a sip.  "Mmmm," she said, crooking her grin at him.  "Thanks,
stud."
   Then in a motion so fluid and fast he barely registered it, she was up
on her feet and disappearing behind a building.
   "Wait!" Sanji called, and dashed after her, completely forgetting for a
moment that his cock was dangling freely from his trousers.  But around the
corner there was no one.  Christie, whoever she was, was gone.
   The young woman had in fact melted into the morning shadows, watching
with an amused quirk of her lips as Sanji looked futilely for her for
several moments before belatedly remembering to zip up his trousers.  That
was a young stud, all right.  It was a pity he'd have to die; he would have
made a great avatar for the demon seed.
   Because that's why the assassin was here.  Christie had been hired by
the Black Spider Clan - those deadly rivals of the Dragon Clan led by Ryu
Hayabusa - to contaminate Sanji's ritual and kill the chosen one.  She
sniffed her cup again, and the scent of the young lad's cum almost
intoxicated her.  She was tempted to drink it all, but restrained herself.
She was a professional, and this mingling of his cum and her juices had a
very specific purpose.
   With this replacing the shrine's purification oils, the lad would be
imbued with a demon spirit of the Black Spider Clan - the succubus, in
fact. Few could survive being imbued with one powerful spirit, and no one,
she was certain, could survive being the host of the two most powerful
spirits in the land, dragon and succubus.
   It was a shame, really.  She'd have liked to...  play with the boy some
more.  But she was a professional, after all.  She skulked about the
village some more, making sure no one was following her, before she headed
towards the shrine at the center of town.  Slinking behind some pillars
till she found an appropriate hiding spot, she waited.  Goosebumps prickled
her skin over the next hour, her nipples achingly hard, as she remembered
her encounter, the aroma of his young cum thick in her nostrils.
   Her fingers idly reached down her pants, teasing her plump pussy lips as
she waited, stifling her gasps of pleasure.  Damn, she should have seduced
that boy into fucking her before; now she'd likely lost her chance at that
big fat teenage cock plowing her cunt.
   Presently, Sanji and Momiji were at the shrine.  They spoke in low tones
to each other, and Momiji kissed his forehead and hugged him - assuring him
he'd be fine, no doubt, Christie thought.  The shrine maiden began intoning
incantations as she lit candles of incense.  A bowl was dipped into the
fountain of holy water before the shrine's dragon idol, and the teenage
girl set it beside her as she began declaring the blessing on Sanji, who
bit his lip but bravely waited.
   A pity, Christie thought once again, and slinked around.  She had to get
really close without being caught, which would be difficult, but both of
them were clearly deeply focused on the ritual - and each other, the
assassin realized, noting those lustful looks each gave the other. 
Teenagers, she grinned, a bunch of horn dogs who never realized how horny
the other person was too.
   An electric thrill hummed through the air - power was gathering; the
dragon was answering the call.  Incense made the air smoky, and Christie
saw her chance.  Quiet and invisible as a shadow, she slipped through the
pillars and very delicately reached out her arm to pour her cupful of cum
into the bowl of holy water.
   Crackles were shivering up and down Sanji's spine in nonstop tingles, as
goosebumps prickled along his skin.  The hair on the back of his neck stood
on end; the presence of the dragon spirit was practically tangible, and his
eyelids fluttered.  He swore he could hear a deep heavy growling coming
from nowhere and everywhere.  His 7 inch shota-dick twitched and throbbed,
hardening into a visible bulge in the crotch of his trousers.  The
experience was so intoxicating he couldn't even be embarrassed at the
moment.
   Momiji was chanting nonstop, her voice a bit shaky but still steadily
intoning the rites.  She didn't know it, but the eyes of the golden dragon
idol behind her were glowing bright red.  The power was gathering, ready to
fill Sanji's entire body with the god-spirit, and she said a silent prayer
between breaths for him.
   The incense and spiritual presence must be addling her senses; she swore
she could smell Sanji's cum still, and her voice caught on a brief hitch in
mid-chant before she picked up her rhythm, as her pussy moistened.  The
shrine maiden swallowed, and reached down beside her to dip her hand into
the bowl of holy water beside her.  Crinkling her brow ever so slightly at
the somewhat thicker texture than water should have, she dismissed it; the
incense made everything seem thicker.
   And as the chant reached its end, she pronounced the blessing of the
gods upon the teenage boy and sprinkled her wet hand over his head,
showering him with the holy water.
   Sanji gasped, his back arching, as power and destiny and strength filled
him.  A dragon's mighty roar sounded in his ears - along with an shriek
that sounded like nothing more than a woman's orgasm.  Sweat broke out on
his skin, as his flesh rippled, barely developed teenage muscles burgeoning
into chiseled power.  In his trousers, his dick hardened and expanded still
more, with such size and force that it split the fabric of his crotch,
revealing a thick veiny log of young cockmeat standing at huge rigid
attention, dripping thick globules of precum onto the floor.
   He was unbearably hot, and intense pain ripped through him - he felt
like he was being torn apart!  "Sanji!" Momiji cried, clearly surprised by
the intensity of the ritual's completion, but his eyes caught on the figure
in the shadows behind her.
   The woman from the alley!  She was holding the cup poised over the bowl
of holy water, which still dripped cum and juice downwards, and she was
clearly utterly mesmerized by the sexual power radiating from him, her
nipples hard through her top.  Momiji caught his gaze and turned - and in
that instant, seeing the assassin with the cup over the bowl, she knew what
had happened.
   Christie finally recovered herself and turned to flee, but the teenage
girl couldn't bother with her.  "Sanji!" she cried in fear for his life. 
His facial and neck muscles were locked up in a grim rictus, as internal
spiritual forces tore at him, and above all, his cock - even further
enlarged, almost to a foot long, and much thicker, nearly as big around as
a can - was hard and throbbing and dripping precum in thick wet drops
before her mesmerized eyes.
   The dragon spirit by itself induced a massive libido in its chosen
hosts; the succubus spirit of the Black Spider clan was even worse - but
now Sanji had BOTH warring within him!  Momiji's training had never
prepared her for anything like this, but she began chanting a new and
fervent song, one of power and passion, from the deepest troves of her
mind, remembered from the most ancient scrolls secreted within the shrine.
   And she ripped away her top, exposing her ample boobs to the smoky,
incensed air.  Sanji groaned, his cock giving a violent twitch at the sight
and flinging a hot glob of pre to land directly upon her heated,
lust-prickled titflesh in a hot splash.  Momiji moaned, and grabbed his
cock - unable to wrap her hand completely around its girth - and guided it
to rest within the valley of her generous cleavage.
   He had to be given release, Momiji knew, and no sooner had his cock
touched her boobflesh than Sanji's supercharged libido took over.  His hips
bucked and thrust up of their own accord, titfucking her, and his swollen
cockhead smacked wetly into her face, smearing her with his pre.  Momiji
yipped in surprise, her pussy dripping wet, and eagerly opened her mouth to
receive his gift.  With his next thrust, Sanji pushed his huge hard cock
against the tight ring of her plump teenage mouth, and a bestial groan
guttered in his teenage throat as the heat and moisture of her mouth
enveloped his knob.
   Momiji moaned whorishly, her pillowed lips pried apart and stretched
into thin pink liines by the immense girth of the boy's cockhead.  His
meaty knob was filling her mouth and bulging out her cheeks, and she loved
it.  Sanji thrust his hips back and forth, titfucking her madly, the very
teenage girl he thought of as a big sister, and his engorged cockknob
slammed against the back of her throat with every buck.
   Momiji's breathless gasps were hot on his cock inside her already hot
mouth, and Sanji groaned bestially.  His thick precum gargled down her
throat, which she accepted eagerly with nasty kinky glugging swallows as he
got himself off with her boobs and mouth.  She kneaded her lush mounds of
boobflesh around his thrusting cock, shuddering with pleasure as she felt
those bulging ridges and throbbing veins pulsating as they slid between her
jugs.
   Oh Sanji!  she said, or tried to say, her passionate cry muffled by the
prodigious shota-cock plugging up her mouth, but the boy nonetheless heard
the meaning in her wordless moaning, and redoubled his fucking of her tits
and mouth.  Momiji was overwhelmed by the supercharged strength and
virility in the boy she lusted after - the boy who was like a brother to
her - and her mouth clamped even tighter down around him, her drool running
down in copious rivulets along his huge thrusting shaft as she juiced.
   Her entire body locked up in spastic quivers, her orgasmic shriek
groaned gutturally around his delicious cock as her panties were soaked
completely through, and Sanji could restrain himself no longer.  With a
surprisingly deep bellow uttered in that teenage tenor, he slammed up again
and spunked, jetting hot thick ropes of jizz directly into the back of
Momiji's throat.
   Cum - thick, hot, musky, delicious - spurted down Momiji's gullet in
heavy blasts, and she gurgled it down eagerly, drunk on his shota-spunk as
she cummed with him.  Sanji's bloated balls were doing their best to empty
down her throat, and her mind blanked with pleasure from it as the blasts
of cum kept squirting and squirting, frenzying her with pleasure.
   Even as he cummed, Sanji kept relentlessly slamming his jizz-spewing
cock home, bellowing his unending delight as he filled Momiji's tummy with
his young seed.  Her entire body was writhing in front of him, and he could
feel her throat working around his cockknob as she sucked down his cum with
eager swallows.  His hands grabbed her head, fisting in her hair, wrenching
a lustily moaned shriek of bliss from her as he dumped load after load of
incredible, endless lust inside her.
   She couldn't swallow it all, and now his cum, along with her saliva, was
dribbling from her mouth down the shaft of his fucktool, and still he
cummed inside her, a frenzied beast draining his nuts dry inside the bitch
in heat who was like his own sister.  The musk of sex and sweat, of cum and
cream, was strong, overwhelming even the incense, and with a ragged,
shuddering gasp, Sanji pulled back.
   His swollen cockhead popped out of Momiji's plush teenage mouth to jet
jizz all over her face and tits.  The shrine maiden gasped, her eyes
fluttering heatedly, at the sensation of his hot cum slathered all over her
as he pulsed his last ropes of spunk.  Her mouth hung open, her tongue
lolling out, overcome with aftershocks of pleasure.
   It was all so very surreal for Sanji, as he slowly began to gather his
wits.  Had he really just spewed his load all down Momiji's throat and then
across her body?  It didn't seem real, yet there she was kneeling in front
of him, swaying slightly and still transported by bliss.  Her bare heaving
boobs were covered in thick layers of spunk, her hair was caked and tangled
with it, and her face was dripping it.
   He couldn't believe he had cummed that much, but there was the evidence.
His cock - so newly immense!  - was still dripping thick globs of his cum
onto the shrine floor, semiturgid still, a thick log sprouting from
golf-ball sized nuts.  "Momiji?" he managed to say.  His voice seemed
different to him somehow; it was his same boyish tenor, with the occasional
crack, but underlaid was a deeper resonance, sort of like an echo of his
words.
   Or even a double echo.  What the hell had happened?  Momiji hadn't
warned him of any pain.  His saying her name snapped her out of her
pleasure-drunken state, and she stood up, wobbling slightly with
lust-weakened legs.  "Sanji, thank the gods!  How do you feel?"
   "Fine," he assured her, still jerking slightly in startlement at that
faint double echo underlying his words.  "Actually I feel great." And he
did.  He felt strong and powerful.  And also...  As he looked at her
beautiful body, covered in his cum, his cock began to rise again.
   Momiji's eyes widened hungrily, but she managed enough control to say,
"Not now, Sanji.  I must let Ryu know what has happened!"
   A noise of disappointment guttered in Sanji's throat, and his cock
wouldn't stop throbbing, but he submitted to Momiji's directive as they
cleaned themselves up.  Momiji licked off as much cum into her mouth as she
could from her body, sucking on strands of her hair, and smearing her hands
in the mess on her face and boobs to lick it from her palms, but eventually
she had to shower.  Sanji merely needed new pants.
   When they were cleaned, Momiji took a deep breath, and hugged Sanji.  "I
know we need to talk too." Sanji was thinking they needed to do waaaaay
more than talk, and the throbbing monster in his pants certainly let her
know that, even as he felt her hard nipples through her blouse.
   Then Ryu came in, heeding Momiji's summons.  Even the Dragon Ninja,
leader of their clan, wouldn't enter until asked, for to interrupt the
purification ritual meant contamination and possibly death for the chosen
initiate.
   Slowly, haltingly, Momiji explained to their clan leader what had
happened.  The spirit of the dragon had indeed taken root within Sanji -
but so had the demon seed of the Black Spider Clan.  Ryu's eyes remained
impassive throughout, though his gaze flicked once to Sanji as Momiji
mentioned that.
   Sanji was doing his best not to twitch.  He wasn't nervous so much as he
was incredibly, outrageously horny.  The scent of their mingled sex was
still strong in the shrine, overpowering the still-lit incense candles, and
no doubt the Dragon Ninja could smell it.  Sanji didn't care.  Let his
virility be known; he felt perversely proud of the fact.  No doubt plenty
of women would throw themselves at the chosen one to willingly give him
release, but right now, he wanted no one more than Momiji, his sister, his
lover.
   When Momiji had finished, Ryu was silent for a handful of moments.  Then
he said in his dour tone, "He survived.  There is strength within him
sufficient to house two god-spirits, beyond what even I have." He turned to
Sanji then.  "Great things await you, boy.  Go home for now.  I will send a
girl for you."
   Of course; Ryu knew well the dragon-charged libido of that spirit, for
he had it himself.  Even with all the ninja's training, he still required
sexual release once a day.  Sanji, bereft of any training, and holding not
one but TWO god-spirits inside him, would certainly require sexual release
far more often than that.  In fact, Ryu privately suspected that Sanji's
powers, unlike his own, would grow the more sex he had, given that the
Black Spider succubus resided within him.
   Sanji obeyed; he would be leader of the Dragon Clan someday, but for now
Ryu's word was law.  He was disappointed though.  He didn't want just any
girl - well, he did, he was a horny teenage boy after all - but he
especially burned for Momiji right now, and longed to plow her pussy and
fill her up with his musky cum.
   As Sanji left, Ryu saw the future in the boy.  Sanji would not only be
the leader of the Dragon Clan someday; he would be the greatest leader the
clan had ever known.  And he would be the conqueror of the Black Spider
clan.  The assassin's purpose had been to kill Sanji with the ritual
contamination; but the boy had been incredibly strong, far stronger than
anyone suspected, and survived.  Now the Black Spider clan's spirit was
within him, and Sanji could use that very power against the dragon
village's enemy.
   "Momiji," the Dragon Ninja said to the shrine maiden, "you know what the
spirit-bearer's lusts will entail."
   "I do," the shrine maiden said.  Her cheeks flushed not with
embarrassment but with desire.
   Ryu studied her for a long moment.  Then he nodded his head to the exit.
"Then go to him."
   At home, Sanji had furiously jacked off in the shower, blanketing the
wall in his cum.  He couldn't help it, he needed to achieve another
release. The small house thus filled with the aroma of his jizz, he climbed
into his bed, wondering who Ryu would send to him first.
   He was too hot for the blanket, so he just drew the sheet up over him.
His cock was a raging monster though, and would not be tamed, so his
massive boner tented the sheet, as Sanji tried to relax.
   Which is how Momiji found him.  Her jaw dropped, her succulent chest
heaved, and her pussy dripped moisture unseen in her clothes.  Seeing her,
the boy's eyes widened delightedly...  and he smirked invitingly at her.
   Momiji smiled back, passion filling her eyes, and accepted that
invitation.
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
suggestions!  If you like, email me: wonderotica DOT 1 AT gmail DOT com
  
Dragon and Demon Within Ch. 01