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 TITLE: The Dragon and Demon Within
PART: Chapter 2
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: mf mF MF oral fellatio fant size cons facial fanfic piv 1st
m1st titfuck
SUMMARY: Fanfiction crossover of Ninja Gaiden and Dead or Alive.  Sanji
loses his virginity.  Based on ideas from Jviper, at Hentai Foundry.
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   Morning air blew into her nostrils, sweet and fresh, as she stepped
outside the door.  It filled her senses, yet it did not chase away the
deliciously raunchy stench of cum in her nose, from the dried seed
slathered all over her skin beneath her clothes.  And she was glad for
that, for it was an amazing aroma, even better than the fresh morning air
she always treasured.  On tired legs she walked through the village,
staggering as aftershocks sizzled through her in irregular intervals.
   Momiji had had an unforgettable day.  She'd initiated the next dragon's
heir, saved his life in a groundbreaking ritual that clearly marked him as
a chosen one, and confessed her mingled love and lust for the teenager who
was like a brother to her.
   But all she could think of, what filled her mind, was the memory of the
previous night.  She'd arrived back at the house she shared with Sanji to
find him - and his newly prodigious cock - waiting for her...
   Heat flushed her entire body as she beheld the 14 year old boy's nudity
when he drew back the sheets, boldly unveiling himself to the teenage girl
he thought of as a sister.  She disrobed, letting the boy she thought of as
a brother see her heaving boobs, and her plump wet womanhood.  "Momiji..."
he began, but she cut him off.
   "Hush," she said gently.  Her eyes were fixed on her prize - that
delicious, glorious cock.  It was a thick solid pillar of cockmeat towering
nearly a foot from the boy's curly-haired crotch, and clear precum beaded
on the tip like a marble even as she watched.  She practically pounced atop
him in her eagerness, kissing that knob and smearing her plush lips with
his sticky pre.  A low moan shuddered through him as the teenage girl
kissed his magnificent shota-cock, and he groaned out something incoherent
that might have been her name.
   Momiji pressed light, feathery kisses all up and down the length of his
shaft, brushing every throbbing inch of his cock.  Precum ran down the
ridges of his big shota-dick, giving the succulence of his cock a wet salty
flavor that made the maiden hungry for more.  She began stroking his shaft
lightly, unable to wrap her hand all the way around it, as she kissed his
balls.  They were larger now too, each almost the size of her fist, she
could feel them churning with cum as her lips touched them.
   Sanji was in a frenzy of heated pleasure, gasping breathlessly, his eyes
fluttering, his hands gripping the sheets in a death grip as Momiji cooed
over his cockmeat.  Coming back up from his swollen nutsacks, she licked
the tip of his cockknob, and was rewarded with a throb so hard it smacked
back into her face, smearing his pre all over her.  "Mmmmmmm!" she mewled,
her nostrils flaring with the wet musk of it.
   She opened her lips, hovering over that angry red knob and letting her
hot breath blow gently on it.  Sanji's reaction was immediate.  His hips
bucked up off the bed of their own accord, plugging up her mouth with his
cockhead.  Momiji moaned hotly, her pussy quivering moistly as his invading
member stretched her mouthtwat wide apart, turning those pillowed lips into
thin tight pink lines.
   She pushed her head down even as Sanji bucked upwards again, and her
lips clamped down around his cock crown.  Her drool began dribbling out the
edge of her mouth down his shaft, and she stroked his shaft with one hand,
while fondling his bloated balls with her other.  Sanji's head was tossing
back and forth now, and Momiji's next moan caught in her throat as he
thrust up into her mouth again, slamming his cockhead against the back of
her throat.
   He was so much thicker and longer now, filling her mouthcunt to the
brim, and she loved every second of it, needing more.  Steadily, they
pushed together, Momiji swallowing down the 14 year old boy's huge cock. 
Her neck bulged with the obscene girth she welcomed into the depths of her
throat, and she began glucking her throat muscles around him as her lips
met the base of his meaty rod.
   "Hnnngghghghghghgghghhhgggnh gooooddddddssss!" Sanji bellowed
semi-coherently as thick pulses of jizz shot up his cock and fired
forcefully deep inside the teenage girl's throat.  It was thick and hot and
creamy and powerful and ooohhhhh so delicious.  The scent and taste of it
filled her mouth and nose even as it pumped into her stomach, and Momiji
juiced just from the sensation, her pussy spasming and clutching on
nothing.
   When Sanji finished blowing his load into her, he was still rock hard as
ever, and Momiji's excitement grew as she realized his supercharged libido
would allow her to get even more of that wonderful cum from him!  She
bobbed her head up and down on him again, and Sanji gripped her hair in his
fingers, yanking this way and that in the spastic throes of his pleasure.
She yipped in delight at his forceful handling, juice dribbling down her
inner thigh, and in short order, he cummed in her throatcunt again.
   There was so much of it that his spunk splashed back up her throat and
out of her mouth around his dick.  Some even squirted out of her nose,
making the stench of boy-jizz even incredibly stronger.  Momiji creamed so
hard she lost awareness for several seconds, her mind blanking with
delirious ecstasy as her tight teenage body thrashed.
   When she came back to herself, Sanji was stroking her hair, his cock -
still hard as a steel rod - throbbing gently in her throat.  She purred,
and slowly pulled herself off his shaft.  His cockhead came free of her
lips with a wet 'gluh!' of utter bliss.  "Oh Saaaaanji," she murmured.  His
cum was all over his crotch where it had snorted out of her nose and mouth,
and she fell to licking it up, before she had to have more.
   "Cover my face, Sanji," she said, nuzzling his shaft, and stroking it as
she kittenishly licked his balls.  Sanji was so worked up he cummed again
almost instantly, showering her face and hair with musky gunk, rendering
Momiji almost delirious with the ecstasy of the powerful masculine aroma.
   "NNnnnnngggghhhh," she moaned, and wiped her face with her hand,
blinking jizz out of her eyes as long strings of it dangled from her
forehead over her face.  She arched her eyebrow saucily at her new
shota-lover, and put that same hand - now coated in jizz - to her pussy,
rubbing it between her slit.  "Oh, gods, Sanji," she cried breathily as his
seed came in contact with her soaking wet pussy.
   Sanji watched, fascinated and horny, as Momiji stuck her cummy fingers
deep up her virgin twat and began humping her own fingers.  With her other
hand she kept stroking his cock, as though desperate for more, MORE cum,
and they cummed again together.  Sanji's cock spurted his cockslop all over
her skin, painting her boobs in thick layers of the slimy delicious stuff
that coated her front completely, dripping off her nipples, even as Momiji
brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, just from feeling his potent
jizz roiling inside her pussy and blasting all over her...
   With a slight jerk, Momiji snapped out of her reverie.  She'd arrived at
the main building, just astride the shrine in the village's center.  His
scent, still lathering her flesh beneath her clothes, still filled her
nostrils, and her nipples stood at attention, while her cunny quivered
wetly.  She shook her head; she needed to talk to Kasumi.
   Meanwhile, Sanji had finally fallen asleep just a few hours before,
after spending the majority of the night and early morning cumming in and
all over his new cumdumpster multiple times.  He shifted restlessly in his
sleep though, for strange dreams troubled him.
   Over and over, two strange creatures fought before his vision as he
slept.  A giant serpentine beast battled an alluring demonic woman with
roars and snarls and claws and magic.  Talons raked across flesh, drawing
blood, but doing no damage as each wound healed over almost instantly
without a scar.
   Suddenly, Sanji became aware of a presence, a very feminine presence,
just out of sight, in his dream.  Christie!  Somehow he was aware of her,
connected to her mind by her juice that had been mingled with his cum in
the contaminated holy water from the ritual.  As he realized that, the
dream changed slightly.  The dragon and succubus - for those were clearly
who the two dueling spirits were - stopped fighting and instead were
entwined in lewd orgiastic pleasure.  A giant reptilian cock sprouted from
the beast's crotch and thrust into the demoness' wet pussy, and their
battle roars instead became bellows of pleasure.
   Christie?  he thought, wondering if somehow she could hear him. 
Confusion and exhaustion answered him.  He could sense that she was
resting, on the run but forced to stop by weariness.  Search parties from
the village were still after her - she'd been so distracted by Sanji's
powerful sexuality in the midst of his ritualistic transformation that
she'd delayed her escape too long and was close to being caught.
   Christie, I want to see you again, he thought, and an unexpected heat
flowered through him - not from him, though, but from Christie, the bodily
reaction of the woman he was now linked to.  He could feel her presence
reaching out to him-
   And suddenly he was cut off, snapping awake with a gasp.  The last
sensation flowing through Christie's mind before he'd awoken, was her being
surprised by none other than Ryu Hayabusa, the Dragon Ninja.
   Sanji's chest heaved as he slowly gathered his breath again.  Looking
down at his body, he grinned foolishly to see his enhanced girth and bigger
muscles, both products of the ritual.  He was surprised to note that, for
the first time he could remember, he didn't have morning wood.
   That realization brought on its heels the memory of its cause: the night
he'd spent with Momiji.  Heat crept up the back of his neck and colored his
cheeks as he recalled it; it was half-embarrassment, half pride, all lust.
His cock twitched and throbbed slightly as he thought of it; had he really
spurted that much cum for her?  And she had loved every bit of it!
   "I cannot wait for tonight," he said out loud, blushing again as his
magnificent cock gave another throb.  He cleared his throat, wondering
briefly why his voice was hoarse, before realizing that it was due to all
his orgasmic shouting.
   Presently, Sanji got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  The boy
abruptly noted that the shower was dry - Momiji hadn't used it this
morning, but instead had gone out with his cum all over her skin!  The
thought filled him with amazement and pride as he turned on the water.
   After he'd washed himself, he ate breakfast, only to find a small box on
the table.  It was a plain white box with a blue bow on top.  A note was
written by it.
   Good morning little brother.  I really enjoyed last night, and I can
tell you did too.  I hope you enjoy my little gift.  You'll get to enjoy it
more tonight.  Love, Momiji.
   Blushing furiously but grinning happily, Sanji lifted the box top to
find a pair of extremely lacy, extremely low-cut, black panties.  His jaw
dropped as he briefly imagined Momiji in that.  He laughed, the chuckle
throaty with lust, and slipped the panties - they were almost a thong -
into his pocket before he left out, heading to the dojo.
   Momiji, meanwhile, had arrived at Kasumi's quarters in the village
center.  Knocking on the door prompted a Come in!  so the shrine maiden
pushed it open.  "Momiji!" her friend said brightly.  She was sitting at a
vanity, brushing her hair in long strokes.  "How's Sanji?" she asked
worriedly.
   "He's fine," Momiji assured her.  "MORE than fine." A slightly dopey
grin spread across her face as she recalled just how much more than fine he
had been last night.
   Kasumi chuckled.  "I know that look.  You're...  servicing him."
   Momiji blushed, but nodded.  "He's just so hard to keep up with!  I was
wondering if you had, you know, any advice?" Kasumi, after all, was Ryu
Hayabusa's lover, serving as a vessel for the clan leader's lusts.
   "Cum," Kasumi said bluntly, and Momiji blinked.  Kasumi laughed at
seeing her bemused expression and clarified, "You're right, all that
fucking he can do will wear you out beyond human limits, but the seed of
the dragon's heir will energize you, keeping you primed for more.  You
always want to take as much of it as you can get, and trust me, he will
have quite a lot for you."
   " 'Take' it?" Momiji looked thoughtful.
   "Inside your body, preferably.  Drink it, or let him fill you up.  Hell,
even on skin it energizes you, but it has less of an effect that way."
   Momiji's nose was still fogged with the scent of Sanji's addictive cum,
and she had to admit she was still lightly horny, even without the boy
being anywhere near.  She settled for saying, "Interesting.  It really does
that?"
   "Definitely.  It's like...  an elixir," Kasumi explained.  "A magical
potion that keeps you horny and energized indefinitely.  Comes in handy. 
Just the night before last, Ryu came in here, and he was on edge.  That
delicious bulge in his pants was begging for attention."
   Momiji blushed as Kasumi told her tale with no reservations whatsoever,
but her mouth parted slightly and she began panting.  Kasumi continued to
speak, her eyes dreamy.  "I pulled down his pants and there it was: hard,
throbbing, nearly purple.  Wet and slimy with precum.  Pre's delicious too,
and I love drinking it, even though it's not magical like the cum is.
   "Those big hands of his seized my head and pushed me to my knees, and I
licked all the way up that thick long shaft from balls to tip.  He loves
that, drives him wild.  His fingers started twisting and yanking in my
hair, GODS, what a feeling that is, always gets me hot.
   "I swirled my tongue all around his cockhead.  It's an immense swollen
knob that keeps smacking me in the face with every twitch and throb, and he
growled like a beast in heat when I went down on him, sucking it into my
mouth."
   Kasumi's hand had gone beneath her skirt of its own accord, and it was
clear she was diddling herself lightly as she recounted the other night's
events, that had happened at the same time as the sleeping Sanji jizzing
inside Momiji's panties.  Momiji squirmed, her thighs rubbing together,
fascinated and horny by what she was hearing.
   "I didn't waste any time, I had to have that shlong deep inside me, so I
bobbed down fast, till his head hit the back of my throat.  It's so big I
can't swallow it down my throat without his help, so Ryu pushed my head
down and bucked his hips upward.  It's an incredible feeling, having that
fat cockmeat shoved down my throat, and I almost juiced right then.  I
could almost feel my neck bulging out.  Gods, I was so damn wet, and my
nipples were so hard I thought they'd shatter.
   "Ryu likes it too of course, and I started milking him, swallowing and
clenching on his cock in my throat as I cupped his balls.  His nuts are
these giant bloated cum factories, and I can always feel the cum churning
in them.  He kept thrusting his hips into my face, smacking those heavy
full balls against my chin and neck, forcing me to take his entire shaft.
   "I kinda blanked there, always do, it's just so.  Damn.  Hot.  Engulfing
his entire manhood in my mouth and gobbling it, it pushes me over the edge,
and I just explode.  Next thing I knew Ryu was grunting like an animal and
unloading his spunk down my throat.  It's a fucking cum pump, endless
gushing jizz."
   Kasumi looked half delirious with bliss as she remembered, and Momiji's
pussy dribbled moisture down her inner thigh beneath her clothing as she
remembered how Sanji had blown his loads into her throat too.  She could
still almost taste it, the scent of his cum on her skin was so strong.
   "By that point I wasn't aware of much, just surfing waves of ecstasy as
Ryu's hips kept slamming into my face, and his balls kept pumping that
thick baby batter into my mouth.  I think he stopped cumming at one point,
but I kept him nestled inside my throat, and got him off again.  He pulled
out that time and sprayed his cock cream all over me.  The stuff just cakes
me, it's like thick hot raunchy frosting, slathering my tits, my face, my
hair, everything.
   "I just collapsed back onto the floor, letting him cover me.  I was
getting off just from feeling that hot jizz spurt onto me.  But eventually
he stopped - his cock was still rock hard of course, and he lifted me
bodily up by my shoulders, and pushed me tits first against the wall and
rammed into my pussy from behind."
   Kasumi sighed happily, a little shiver of euphoria running through her
at the memory.  "Ryu doesn't play around.  He just jackhammered me, and of
course by that time I was so fucking wet, his cock slid right in.  I love
swallowing him up with my pussy, it's like I'm stuffed full of pleasure. 
That thick throbbing tool pounding inside me, pistoning me like a nonstop
fuck machine."
   Momiji's breath was coming very short now, and she subconsciously
tweaked her nipple through her blouse, relishing the squishy sound of the
cum on her skin getting smooshed by her fingers through the shirt.  She
wondered what it would feel like to take Sanji's giant shota-cock deep
inside her virgin twat for the first time, and a low involuntary moan
guttered in her throat.
   Kasumi didn't notice, lost as she was in her own memory.  "I swear I was
spraying that man's cock with my cum, but he just kept fucking and fucking.
My boobs smooshed into the wall each time he slammed into me.  Just smack
smack smack, his balls slapping against my cunt, and he was groaning right
into my ear.  Hnnnngggghnnghhh.
   "My legs had gone limp and liquid from pleasure, I couldn't keep
standing, but Ryu held me up, relentlessly thrusting, hard and deep and
fast.  It was a breakneck pace, and he kept it up for what felt like hours.
When he cummed, he cummed hard.  It was like a thunderstorm of jizz blowing
up inside me.  I cummed so hard I think I fainted for a moment.  His cum
was leaking out of my pussy around his cock, and he still kept piledriving
me.  My throat's still a bit sore from all that screaming I did," she
giggled.
   Momiji was on the edge of her figurative seat.  "What happened next?"
she said, breathlessly.
   Kasumi winked.  "I told you, that cum is like an elixir.  Once he filled
me up, I was good to keep going.  And we did.  Be sure to take a lot of
Sanji's spunk, be it drinking it or letting him fill you up." A shiver of
anticipation ran through the shrine maiden, and her thoughts drifted back
to Sanji.
   At that very moment, the shota over whom Momiji was lusting had arrived
at the dragon clan village dojo.  He looked around but didn't see Ryu.  The
Dragon Ninja had told Sanji that his training would start the day after the
ritualistic imbuing of the dragon spirit within him.  Of course, things had
changed a bit.  Sanji had survived not only the imbuing of the dragon
spirit, but of the succubus spirit from the Black Spider clan, and now Ryu
was out capturing Christie.
   Well, Sanji mentally corrected himself, out bringing back the
already-captured Christie.  But he was restless, and felt strong and
powerful, with vigor and energy surging through his limbs.  So he was
planning to try some impromptu workout.
   The dojo was currently deserted.  It was mid-morning, most of the
village martial artists had already done their dawn routines.  Sanji
unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside; the pants he had put on earlier
were already plenty loose and comfortable enough for a workout.  He tried a
few experimental jabs in mid-air, trying to imitate what he had often seen
Ryu or the other ninjas do.
   "So, Sanji, I hear you got a promotion."
   Sanji's head whipped to the side to see a lithe figure standing in the
shadows.  He hadn't noticed her when he came in, but it was Ayane, Kasumi's
half-sister.  He had never been able to decide which of the two
half-sisters he considered hotter, but there was no question that they were
both sizzling.  "Oh, uh, hi, Ayane," he said.  Even his voice, while still
boyish, sounded a bit deeper to him; at least there were less cracks than
he was usually subject to.
   Ayane walked towards him in languid strides.  "Bearing not one, but two,
of the world's most powerful spirits.  Must make you a force to be reckoned
with." She tilted her head.  "Care to test it?"
   Sanji raised an eyebrow.  He had sparred with the beautiful girl before,
and never once even touched her.  Not even close, in fact.  But he felt the
newfound strength and quickness surging through his limbs, and both dragon
and demon spirits rose up eagerly within his heart at the challenge.  Well,
that's good, he thought.  If I can get them to agree on some things,
they'll spend less time fighting over my body.  The OTHER thing they both
agreed on thus far, other than fighting, was sex.  Lots and lots of hot
raunchy sex.
   "You're on, Ayane," he grinned, and dropped into a loose fighting
stance. Ayane just stood there, still in a relaxed stance.
   She cocked her head.  "Your move, kid."
   Sanji kicked out, and Ayane moved, light as a feather, seeming almost to
drift out of the way, as if by accident.  But new power flowed through the
shota, and he kept pivoting his hips, keeping the kick swinging out farther
as he did a mid-air almost-horizontal spin.  Surprised by the maneuver,
Ayane brought up her arm to block his foot, which landed with resounding
force upon her forearm.
   Sanji landed on one knee, grinning at her.  He'd actually managed to
touch her!  Sure, she'd blocked, but she hadn't been able to move
completely out of the way.  The female ninja didn't look too impressed
though.  "Not bad," she said.  In a motion so quick it almost seemed a
blur, she was next to him, tapping his temple as the whisper of her motion
ghosted past his ear.
   "But not good enough," she murmured into his ear, her voice sounding hot
and breathy.  Sanji swung his fist around, but she was already backflipping
away under his arm.  Sanjji's instinct was to charge after her and swing
again, but new insights (from the wise, albeit also combative and horny,
spirits within him) flooded his awareness.
   Instead, he dropped into a leg sweep, and Ayane's outthrust arm went
over his head.  She barely managed to dodge his leg sweep, but it put her
slightly off balance, and Sanji jabbed at her head.  She blocked the blow
easily, but once again, she'd been unable to move completely out of the
way.
   They sparred some more, and more times Ayane was forced to block Sanji's
blows.  Finally, she hooked her leg around his ankle and tripped him.  The
boy landed heavily on his ass, and then Ayane was atop him, straddling his
hips to hold him down.  Sanji tried to roll them over so he could escape,
but the girl merely pivoted her hips atop him, keeping him pinned, and he
waited with bated breath to see what she would say.
   Also, it must be admitted, the fourteen year old was highly distracted
by Ayane's barely clothed ass rubbing slightly on the log of meat in his
trousers.
   "I didn't think you had it in you.  Maybe there is some hope after all
of you becoming a ninja," she allowed.  Sanji shifted again, and again
Ayane shifted her hips to keep him down.  He bit his lip, his breath coming
shorter, willing his cock not to harden under that wiggling butt.  That
would be so embarrassing.
   Then again, the impulse came from both of the spirits within him, it
could be fun, too.
   Momiji's black lace panties had started slipping out of Sanji's pocket
in the motions they were making, and Ayane's sharp eye caught it.  "You
filched a pair of your sister's panties?  You dirty little boy." She
sounded amused, rather than angry.  "Tell you what, pipsqueak - since you
actually managed to touch me today, I'm going to give you a prize."
   Her fingers moved deftly to her shirt and opened it to bare her
succulent boobs, barely contained within a black lace bra that Sanji could
easily imagine being paired with the panties.  The teenager gazed at those
ripe round jugs hungrily.  "Like that, don't you, you nasty boy?  You like
seeing grown women titties?"
   Sanji couldn't believe the merciless teasing she was giving him, but he
liked it.  His cock certainly did, starting to firm up and swell in his
pants.
   "You have a choice," Ayane continued.  "I'll give you a handjob.  Only
this once.  You have to decide where you want to blow your nasty little-boy
load." Sanji's eyes were boggling out of his skull.  "So what's it gonna
be, pipsqueak?  Inside my mouth, on my face, or all over my tits?" She
jiggled her tits suggestively.
   Sanji's cock now sprang to full steely hardness, throbbing so hard and
strong it actually lifted Ayane up a bit.  She pitched forward slightly,
but caught herself easily, kneeling over him till her face was only a few
inches over his.  Her mouth was open slightly as she felt that humongous
shota-cock positioned firmly in her ass crack.
   "You're..." she started to say.  You're huge!  Sanji could see her
sentiment writ large in her eyes.  It was the first time he'd ever seen
Ayane ruffled by anything, so he took advantage of it, humping his hips up
a bit and reaching his hands around to squeeze her luscious ass cheeks.
   "Your face," he smirked at her.
   Ayane yipped slightly at the delicious sensations of being fondled by
the shota's young hands as his massive hard-on throbbed inside her ass
crack.  "You naughty boy.  Hands off the merchandise." She swatted aside
his hands, and moved down his body, pulling the hem of his pants down,
revealing his magnificent boner.
   She didn't hesitate, but wrapped her plump pink lips around his engorged
cockknob.  Sanji groaned like an animal, his head arching back as she
plunged her head down, engulfing him in her mouth.  The female ninja went
down till his big cockhead pressed against the back of her throat, then
pulled back till only his cockhead was inside her mouth.  Sanji whimpered,
precum drooling from his slit onto her tongue.
   Ayane arched her eyebrow naughtily at him, and began sucking, gently at
first.  Her hand wrapped as far around his thick long johnson as it could
and began moving up and down in slow tantalizing strokes.  Her other hand
kneaded his obese ballsacks.  Sanji's eyes were fluttering madly.  This
felt incredible!
   "Ayane..." he moaned, his voice guttural and barely coherent.  Her
copious drool ran down his shaft in rivulets, lubing her hand as she
stroked him.  She pulled her mouth off him, and Sanji whimpered again, his
cock robbed of that warm wet paradise.
   "You naughty little boy," she said breathily, her breath washing hotly
over his slick knob.  "I bet you want to stick this fuckstick in all sorts
of nasty holes and fuck away." She flicked the tip of her tongue out at his
cock, licking off the fat marble of precum that had beaded there.  "Is that
what you want, you dirty boy?  To stick your cock inside me and cum?"
   The shota was breathing heavily, gasping and sweating.  "Yesssss..." he
managed to groan.  He bucked his hips desperately upward along her stroking
hand, and his cockknob smeared precum and drool on Ayane's face.
   She licked up and down his cock, pumping her hand faster and faster,
milking him expertly as he thrashed in her grip.  "Well, too bad.  You
chose to cum on my face." Now she pumped both her hands up and down his
foot-long cock, and Sanji kept frenziedly thrusting up into her downward
strokes, groaning bestially.
   She then leaned down again and lightly swirled her tongue around the tip
of his cock, and the teenager couldn't take it anymore.  His cock jerked
madly in her grip as he began cumming, flinging hot fat ropes of creamy
fucksauce directly into her beautiful face.  She gasped as it splashed full
force onto her, squirting up her nose and getting into her eyes.
   His cock was like a fountain, shooting jizz out onto her face over and
over.  The dojo was filled with the musk of his seed as he blew his lust
all over her.  When his geyser finally ceased, he gasped, panting for
breath, as Ayane blinked her eyes.  The stuff was all over her face, and
dripping off her chin to land in thick white puddles all over her tits.  He
noticed for the first time how hard her nipples were, poking through her
black lace bra, which was also covered in his spunk.
   She actually seemed speechless, and boldly Sanji asked, "Will you keep
my cum on yourself for the rest of the day?"
   Ayane surprised him - she actually laughed.  Not a laugh of derision,
but of surprise and good humor.  "You dirty boy, all grown up now and
marking his territory.  Sure, I'll do that.  It'll be fun." She winked at
him.  She put her hands on her face and tits, kneading them and spreading
the boy's jizz all over them, making sure every inch of them was covered in
his hot batter.
   She stood up off him then, and Sanji reflected how she was even more
beautiful, with his spunk all over her.  "I'm leaving now, going to meet
Kasumi.  But if you defeat me next time, well...  you're free to cum
anywhere you please." She winked again at Sanji's gaping expression, and
strode out, lithe as a cat.
   Meanwhile, at Ayane's destination, Kasumi and Momiji were laughing. 
"You spent all night blowing him?" Kasumi exclaimed.  "Wait till you
actually feel it in your pussy, it's inCREDible!"
   Momiji giggled, and felt that she couldn't wait.  Kasumi went on, "I
swear, I'm like a junkie for the stuff.  Ryu was out last night chasing
that assassin, and I'm missing my daily dose!"
   "I wonder if he cums enough to fill a bathtub," Momiji mused.
   Kasumi's mouth dropped open, and she laughed.  "Ryu cums a lot, but not
quite that much.  I bet Sanji could!  He's got two spirits in him, after
all."
   Momiji closed her eyes, imagining the sensation of being in a bathtub of
nothing but Sanji's cum.  So wonderful, so thick, so warm, so delicious. 
She could almost smell it...
   Suddenly, she realized she did smell it, as Kasumi's half-sister walked
in.  "Ayane!" Kasumi said.  "I thought you were at the dojo practicing!"
   "I was," Ayane said with a smirk, and traded a look with Momiji, who
laughed, guessing what had happened.  Ayane was utterly drenched in cum
that had Sanji's unmistakable scent.
   "Keep telling me about that time Ryu fucked your throat upside down,
Kasumi," Momiji said, and Kasumi's eyes lit up, tweaking her nipples as she
animatedly began.  Momiji disrobed, baring her lovely nude body to the
other girls, revealing how hard her nipples were and how wet her pussy was.
The dried cum on her skin was also visible.
   Momiji went over to Ayane and smeared her hand all over the female
ninja's boobs, getting fresh warm shota-jizz on it.  "Mmm," Ayane moaned at
the erotic sensation, before Momiji withdrew her hand and began wiping it
on her own pussy.
   The shrine maiden groaned, half-dazed with lust as Kasumi recounted how
Ryu had held her by the waist upside down, lowering her throat on his cock
as he had thrust up.  Ayane was getting hot too, and scooped the cum off
her tits, sniffing it; the smell was utterly intoxicating, and she ate it
off her hand, scooping more from her tits as she greedily swallowed down
that delicious spunk.  Momiji slathered her plump, dripping wet pussy with
that intoxicating jizz she craved, and began humping her hand, letting the
cum seep between her plump nether lips...
   Sanji was still at the dojo several hours later, working out and
practicing.  He had sparred with some other martial arts students, and had
won several of them despite having no training, just due to the sheer raw
power of the twin spirits inhabiting him.
   He was wiping the sweat off his brow with a towel when he suddenly felt
a strong sensation...  less an actual tangible thing than an awareness. 
Specifically, of Christie's nearby presence.  He looked all around but
didn't see her, and realized he must be feeling her proximity to the
village.  Which meant Ryu must be back.
   He toweled himself off, and threw on his shirt before hurrying from the
dojo to the village center, where he met Momiji coming out.  "Oh hi,
Momiji," he said.  His cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment; rather,
desire, colored his face.
   "Sanji!" she said happily, and hugged him.  He could smell the scent of
his cum still strong on her, and grinned.  He daringly copped a feel of her
ass, and she squealed, giggling.  "I've got to go tend to the shrine,
Sanji, but I'll meet you later." She twirled a lock of her hair coyly,
leaving Sanji no doubt what she had in mind for 'later'.
   "Okay," he said.  "Is Ryu back?"
   "Yes, but don't go in there - he's with Kasumi."
   "Kasumi?" Sanji said blankly.
   Momiji giggled again.  "Well, Ryu's been gone over a day; imagine how
you'd feel for a full day without a blowjob."
   Sanji laughed.  "Good point.  So he captured the assassin?"
   "Yeah, she's in a cell," Momiji nodded.  "Locked her in.  She was
unconscious, so the interrogation will have to wait till morning.  Don't
worry, Sanji, she can't hurt you."
   Being hurt by her was the furthest thing from her mind.  "Thanks,
Momiji." He kissed her cheek.  She lightly smacked his ass as he hurried
off, and he yelped as she laughed.
   Christie wasn't in the normal prison area, but Sanji knew there was a
lower level, which was reserved for the most dangerous prisoners.  He
sneaked down there, and was amazed the guard didn't spot him as he slinked
past.  The succubus spirit inside him lent him her expertise at stealth, it
seemed; the dragon would have preferred to charge in headlong.
   The assassin was in fact still sleeping, but as Sanji came down the
steps into the lower level in front of her cell, she stirred.  She had felt
his presence that morning in her dream, and she felt his approach now.  The
mingling of her juice and his cum, which had been in the contaminated holy
water that anointed them, seemed to have connected them.  She could feel
the power swelling within him, barely contained by the youthful frame of an
exuberant, fairly naive 14 year old boy.
   "Christie?"
   She sat up and regarded him with a smoky stare that sent pleasant
tingles running up his spine.  "Well, hello there, kid.  I'm glad to see
you survived." She really was; she liked the kid.
   Sanji regarded her a bit warily.  "So you weren't trying to kill me?"
   The assassin shrugged carelessly.  "Oh, I definitely was.  Nothing
personal; it was just a job.  I actually like you, Sanji."
   "Do you always kill people you like?" he smiled wryly.
   She rolled her eyes.  "I don't make a habit of it.  But I was hired to
kill you before I met you and found out I liked you.  A good assassin
doesn't break a contract just because she accidentally befriends her
target."
   "That's cold," the teenager said.
   Christie threw a sly look at him.  "Maybe you should come warm me up
then." His cock gave a twitch inside his pants at that.  "So they just let
you down here all by yourself, huh?" His flush told her the answer.  She
barked a laugh.  "So you have you made that little shrine maiden yours
yet?"
   Sanji started.  "Momiji?  What do you mean?"
   "Don't give me that.  I saw the way you two were staring at each other,
all dopey-eyed.  So have you taken her?"
   He shook his head uncertainly.  "I don't-- 'taken' her?"
   "Aw, that's cute," Christie teased.  "You know, I could...  show you
what I mean." She opened her shirt to reveal her very full bra, and gave
him a devilishly sultry look that curled his toes and throbbed his huge
young dick to steely hardness.
   Sanji gulped, and practically leapt forward to open the cell door in his
excitement.  He hesitated just before opening it though.  "How do I know
you won't try to kill me again?"
   "Oh, Sanji," Christie said.  "Are you always this paranoid when a nice
girl wants to show you a good time?  I wasn't hired to kill you,
specifically.  My assignment was to contaminate the ritual.  Which I did.
So my job is done.  It's just that the contamination was meant to kill you.
Not my fault you're too strong for that." She began fondling her tits. 
"And I must admit, I'm very glad you were too strong for that."
   The lust of the succubus and the boldness of the dragon both rose up
within him, and Sanji unlocked the cell door.  Christie didn't rush out, or
attack him, or anything like that.  Instead, she unhooked her bra,
revealing those juicy delicious looking melons, stemmed by hard pink nips,
and got on her knees.  "Come here, Sanji, I've got a treat for you." She
winked.
   Sanji came over to her, fumbling with his pants, but Christie's hands
were deft and sure, yanking them down.  His cock sprang out, even longer
and thicker than the assassin remembered, and it bounced off her face,
wresting a surprised, but excited, gasp from her.  "You like it?" the boy
asked, a bit shyly.
   "Ooooh, Sanji," she cooed.  "I love it." She began kneading her boobs
around his girth, and the teenager groaned, throwing his head back.  She
opened her mouth and licked at the tip of his cock, which was so long that,
even with the shaft between her big round tits, reached all the way to her
mouth.
   The well-hung shota groaned, and Christie slurped his cockhead into her
mouth.  "Nnnngggngnghhh!" Sanji's reaction was a swift thrust, his hips
bucking upward in the throes of his pleasure, and his cock pushed to the
back of the young woman's throat.  Her eyes rolled back, loving the
frenzied heat of this boy's untrammeled lusts, and she rubbed her boobs
generously all over that meaty slab as her drool began coating the shaft.
   His balls - which were also bigger and fatter now, Christie noted
through the haze of her increasing pleasure - smacked up against the
sensitive underside of her tits, where she could feel the roiling cum
within them pressed against that thin skin.  She moaned whorishly at the
exquisite euphoria, and her pussy quivered wetly in her panties.
   Sanji began bucking up and down, fucking her tits and her mouth all at
once.  Precum flowed liberally from his tip, gurgling down Christie's
throat.  Her skillful, deft tongue lapped at his cockhead within her mouth,
which just caused more drool to seep out between the tightly stretched
lines of her normally plush lips and dribble down his cockmeat in lewd
rivulets.
   His cockhead slammed against the back of her mouth with each thrust, and
Christie had never known that she could love the feeling of being
overpowered by a young man's ferocious lusts this way.  Her titflesh was
prickling, overstimulated by the bulges and ridges of that delicious dick
sliding between them, and her breath came short as she nursed vigorously on
him.
   Her cum trickled out of her slit, leaving a wet stain on her panties,
and her nipples were unbearably hard.  Sanji kept fucking her tits and
mouth harder and faster, and Christie's moans were obscene pleas for his
cum, she had never imagined that she could need a boy's jizz that much.
   With a shout of triumph, Sanji pounded his cock so hard into her mouth
that his cock pressed just barely into her throat, while still being
between her tits, and spunk exploded out into her mouth.  "Mmmmffffnnhhh!"
Christie's surprised ecstasy was muffled by the hot torrents of jizz
shooting down her throat and filling her mouth.
   Mercilessly, Sanji kept bucking his hips, pumping her full of his
shota-cum.  It was thick, creamy, and fantastically tasty.  It energized
her, and made her hungry for more, and brought her such pleasure that she
orgasmed, her body writhing and vibrating where she knelt.  Her panties
were ruined now, utterly drenched in her girl-cum, but she was too far gone
to care.
   When Sanji's jizz fountain finally stopped, his cockhead plopped wetly
free of her mouth, and Christie gasped.  She gargled down the last of his
cum, licking the driblets of it from her chin, and moaned lewdly. 
"Daaaamnnnn, Sanji, that was good!" she said.  He grinned foolishly at her,
and his cock was still as firm and large as before, only now it was slimy
with drool and cum.
   "Now," she said, laying back, "here's how you take a woman." She spread
her legs, and Sanji knelt before her, intoxicated by the fragrant aroma of
a woman's arousal wafting from between Christie's thighs.  "Take my pants
off first."
   Sanji meant to obey, for his fumbling fingers to find the hem and pull
them down, but instead, the succubus spirit within him directed his impulse
to the material of her crotch, which was soaked through, heavy with juice;
and the dragon spirit lent strength to his hand.  So before either one of
them quite realized what he was doing, Sanji had ripped away the fabric of
her crotch, panties and all, exposing her plump, quivering, sopping wet
twat to his horny gaze.
   "Gods," Christie panted, incredibly turned on.  She paused a moment,
trying to recover enough breath to speak.  "You think my mouth is hot and
wet...  wait till you feel my pussy.  Now," she instructed, "climb on top
of me...  press your cockhead up against my pussy." Sanji obeyed, standing
on his hands and knees over her, and reached his hand down inbetween them
to find his cock and guide it to the proper spot.
   Both of them groaned together as his tip touched her cunt; it was like
an electric charge sizzling through them both.  Their bodies were inches
apart, joined only by the touch of cock on pussy, and Sanji was very very
aware of their closeness.  Christie's face was shadowed by his own, and her
full boobs heaved beneath his newly muscular chest.
   "On top of me," she whispered heatedly.  "Don't be shy, put all your
weight on me." Holding his breath, Sanji obeyed, going down.  His breath
rushed from him in a hot gasp as their flesh met, rubbing sensuously along
each other.  He was experiencing two wholly new sensations: heat, and
friction.  His body pressed closely to another's, one lusciously female and
entirely willing, moving along in time with his.
   His lips were parted, his breath was blowing hotly on her face, and
Christie thought she might be getting drunk on it.  "Here," she whispered,
and reached her hand down to his cock, guiding it.  "Push."
   Sanji did, pushing forward, and his neck muscles tightened as he
guttered out a lewd, low, animal growl when he felt her tight pussy sucking
in his big fat cock.  It was tight, incredibly tight, and clutched greedily
on his young manhood, welcoming his meaty shaft.  Christie was making the
most wondrous mewling sounds of pleasure, her eyes glazed, and it was a
rush of pleasure and satisfaction to realize that it was him making her
feel that way.
   Her hand touched his cheek softly as he kept going, sinking deeper and
deeper inside her.  Her hips began to push back at him, helping him to go
deeper.  A hot gasp erupted from her as his length and girth stretched her
hot, soaking wet fucktunnel, and his bloated balls squelched into her ass.
   "Christie..." His voice was hoarse and husky, and she pulled his face
down to his, smothering her name with a kiss.  Instinctively, he began
thrusting in and out of her amazing cocksleeve pussy, and her body
responded, bucking back up at him.  Their hips met again and again with
lewd smacks of flesh on naked flesh, and their pace accelerated, till the
sound of his balls slapping hard on her ass filled the entire cell, almost
drowning out the low gasping moans they panted into their kiss.
   Sanji had never kissed a girl before, not really, and in this moment he
knew he wanted to kiss every girl he came across, it was so good. 
Christie's tongue slithered into his mouth, surprising him, but then her
pelvis slammed up to meet his thrust, sinking him nuts deep in her hot
satin vise again, and his mind blanked to the joy of it as his tongue
tangled with hers.
   "Oh gods, Sanji!" Christie groaned.  "Harder!  Harder!  Yes!  Harder! 
Oh, yesss!" Sanji jackhammered her relentlessly, the hot flesh of their
bodies heaving sweatily along each other, and Christie cried aloud, cumming
and cumming hard.
   Her cunt clamped down on his large dick as she convulsed beneath him,
and he couldn't hold back.  His jizz exploded out of him in torrents,
gushing deep inside her horny, fertile pussy was the force of a geyser. 
Over and over, Sanji filled her with his spunk, thick ropes of it filling
her womb to the brim, then spilling over back out of her pussy and puddling
on the floor beneath them, where his balls smeared it into her ass with
every pounding, relentless thrust of jizzing shota-cock in climaxing pussy.
   And then his balls were emptied, but Christie still writhed eagerly
beneath him, humping her hips into him, and they fucked again.  And again.
And again.  Time dissolved into a haze of sex and sweat and cum and juice
and hot quivering naked flesh, and when they came to themselves again, they
were each lying on the floor, side by side.  Sanji's cock was finally
starting to lower, still full and thick and leaking cum, and Christie's
body was utterly and completely drenched by his teenage spunk.
   From head to toe she was covered in his cockslime, and she gasped,
shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.  Her stretched cunt still gaped,
and cum drooled out of it in a thick, slow stream as she idly toyed with
her puffy swollen clit.
   "Damn," the assassin gasped.  "Damn.  Damn.  That was good.  Damn."
She'd originally intended to wear Sanji out and then use his distraction to
make good her escape, but the fuck was just too damn good.  She'd stay for
now.  Maybe he'd fuck her again.  Maybe the dragon clan leader would let
her out.  Maybe the Dragon Clan needed a new assassin.
   But for now, she was happy and sated, covered in his musky filth.
   "I...  I'd better go," Sanji finally said, sitting up and grinning
foolishly at her.  She was surprised to realize she was grinning foolishly
back.  Damn, this kid had really gotten to her!  "Thanks, Christie.  That
was...  incredible!"
   He leaned over and kissed her again in farewell before standing up.  He
went to the cell door and looked back at her.  She seemed to have already
forgotten he was there, her eyes closed as she writhed slowly and
sensually, still shuddering with aftershocks from his cum all over and
inside her, and he smiled.
   Sanji closed the cell door, wondering what he could say to Ryu, and
left. He forgot to lock it, but of course that didn't matter now.
   It was getting late now; Momiji would be back home after finishing her
shrine duties.  He grinned; thanks to Christie's superb 'lesson', he knew
exatly how to make her his.
   **********
   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.
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