Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: The Dragon and Demon Within
PART: Chapter 4
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: mF oral fellatio fant size cons fanfic piv impreg
SUMMARY: Fanfiction crossover of Ninja Gaiden and Dead or Alive.  Sanji
enlists Ayane's help in finding Christie, and they have quite a bit of fun
with each other while searching.  Based on ideas from Jviper, at Hentai
Foundry.
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   Sanji had charged almost to the other side of the village headlong,
before stopping short and suddenly realizing that he had no idea where to
start looking for Christie.  His connection was cut off, so he couldn't
follow her presence.  He hoped it was just because she was too far away,
and not because she was hurt...  or worse.
   The succubus whispered her sly wit to him, and the young man turned with
new purpose to the prison cells.  It was still very early in the morning,
and the guard shift hadn't changed, so he'd have to sneak by the same guard
again-
   Oh.  No, he wouldn't.  Sanji came upon the guard's unconscious body
slumped in his chair.  He checked for a pulse.  Healthy, strong.  The man
would be fine, the only thing injured was his pride.  He checked his watch.
He still had a good hour till shift change in which to investigate the
cell.
   The lower level was exactly the same as he remembered it from several
hours before, minus the sexy assassin of course.  His cum was everywhere.
Thick strings of it dripped from the ceiling here and there, or ran down
the wall.  The floor was slathered in puddles of it.  A half-embarrassed
grin crossed his face; had he really cummed that much?  But a sense of
pride followed in the wake of that thought: yes, he had.  His man's dick
and man's balls had geysered his seed over and over into and onto his
women.
   The only other thing in here was the ruins of Christie's clothes, torn
and cummy.  He wondered why a kidnapping assailant would have ripped off
her clothes before kidnapping Christie, before realizing that he himself
had ripped them off, in the frenzy of their lovemaking.  More pride surged
within him, as he recalled his strength and their passion.
   But there were no signs of a fight.  Clearly, Christie had escaped.  But
she hadn't killed anyone; the guard was fine.  That made him feel good. 
But somewhere outside the village, she'd been attacked, and the connection
they had cut off.
   How could he find where she went?
   The succubus whispered to him again, and Sanji gradually became aware of
a new sense, a sixth one to the five tangible ones he already possessed.  A
consciousness of his own seed.  He marvelled as he extended this sense
around him.  He could sense the concentration of cum in his house, where
Momiji still lay sleeping.  There was a smaller amount in the dojo, where
some of his gusher onto Ayane had missed.  And of course a metric shit-ton
of the stuff here in the cell.
   And there was also a faint trail, of sorts.  Winding here and there
through the village.  A trail Christie left behind as she stealthed through
the town before escaping into the forest, his cum leaking from her pussy
all the while.
   Sanji wasted no more time, retracing his steps outside the prison and
striding hurriedly through the village, hot on the trail.  It wasn't a
direct path; Christie had had to avoid being seen, and so sneaked from
hiding place to hiding place.
   He soon found where the trail led off in the woods.  Keeping his ears
pricked for unusual sounds, he followed it beyond the town confines, alert
for danger.  It was a beautiful morning; birds sang, the dawn sunlight was
peeking sleepily through the treetops.  The sense of his own cum was a
clarion call that led him along a clear path of jizz droplets, which had
leaked from the escaping Christie's pussy and body.
   Eventually Sanji emerged out of the thick undergrowth into a clearing. A
sparkling waterfall roared from a cliff height to land in a small pool,
before gurgling down a stream.  He paused, frowning.  The trail of
metaphorical 'bread crumbs' stopped here, ending directly at the edge of
the pool.
   The assassin had washed herself off here.  Damn.  That meant the trail
was cold.  Maybe he could find footprints?  That seemed unlikely, Christie
was a master of stealth, but he had to try; perhaps with his enhanced
insights from the dragon spirit, he'd be able to find some trace of her
path?
   He looked carefully all around the clearing.  A pair of black lace
panties was by the riverbank, covered in his cum.  That was Momiji's pair!
The young man realized that it must have fallen out of his pocket while he
was fucking Christie, and Christie, lacking any other clothes, had put it
on when she escaped.  But why had she taken it off here?
   The dragon hissed within him, alerting him to a new presence.  He was
not alone!  Sanji whipped around, his eyes darting about for a new threat.
   "Are you always this jumpy, naughty boy?  Or do I just make you
nervous?" Ayane materialized out of the forest, smirking at him.
   "Damn, Ayane," Sanji said.  "Don't do that." Despite his words, however,
he was glad to see her.
   She chuckled.  "Are you trailing the woman who came through here?" The
14 year old nodded, and Ayane cocked her head.  "Is she another one of your
conquests?" A foolish smirk of pride spread along his face, and the young
woman chuckled again.
   "Yes," Sanji nodded, blushing just a little bit, but not averting his
eyes.  "Her name is Christie.  She's my woman too.  We had a spiritual
connection, which lets us sense each other's presences, but it cut off a
few hours ago.  She's in trouble, I'm sure of it.  I've got to help her,
it's my duty to protect my woman."
   Ayane gave a small smile that hid the lusty prickling of her skin. 
"Ooooh, Sanji.  All grown-up now, acting as a man."
   The succubus spirit could sense the girl's arousal, and Sanji said, "You
like it?"
   She laughed, a little huskily.  "Yes.  Yes, I do.  It gets me hot to see
such a naughty dirty boy become such a big strong brave man." She winked
saucily at him.  Sanji's cock gave a hard throb in his pants, and he
grunted to hide the slight groan of lust that emanated from his throat. 
She was such a sexy ninja, teasing him like this.  Not to mention that her
martial arts outfit bared so much of that delicious, womanly flesh.
   "Did you see anything?" He was determined to keep focused.  His woman
was in danger, after all.
   "Oh yes," Ayane said breathily.  "I definitely saw something big.  That
bulge in your pants." She glided behind him and daringly squeezed his ass.
   He couldn't help himself, he laughed.  "Dammit, Ayane!" he chuckled. 
"Did you see Christie?"
   "Oh, so you've got one sexy woman in front of you, and you're thinking
about another one?" she teased him, cocking her hip at him.  "You nasty
man." Sanji arched his eyebrow at her, and she giggled.  "Yeah, I saw her.
She bathed here.  She was covered in cum, you know; now where could all
that jizz have come from?" She winked at him.  "It looked like she had
bathed in the stuff, or maybe a horde of giants had blown their load all
over her."
   Sanji couldn't help grinning proudly again.  "So you were a peeping Tom,
huh?  Watching her while she bathed?  All beautiful and naked and covered
in cum?  I bet you wanted to rub your face and tits in all that cum on her
sexy body?"
   "Bad boy," Ayane waggled her finger at him, and poked his nose lightly.
   "But where did she go?" Sanji got back to the point.
   "Well, she had just managed to put on some clothes after bathing - I
guess she had a stash or hidey-hole here - when she was ambushed by a horde
of masked demons wielding katanas."
   Sanji's blood turned to ice.  "Tell me they didn't kill her."
   "Don't worry, lover boy, she was doing fine.  That girl can kick ass. 
Unarmed too, didn't even need a weapon.  She was playing cat and mouse with
them, with her as a tigress and those mooks as mice."
   Sanji waggled his eyebrows.  "She sure is a tigress!"
   "Oh, so you have a thing for passionate women, do you?  Does that mean
you have a thing for me?  Say, a big, hard thing?"
   Sanji's crotch was definitely bulged out, and pulsing gently through his
pants as Ayane teased him.  Her hand drifted lightly across that succulent
bulge, and heat blossomed in his body as his boner gave a hard violent
throb against her delicate palm.  He swallowed his lust down.  "So she got
away from them?"
   "Got away?  She didn't need to escape.  That assassin could have killed
them all, blindfolded with both hands tied behind her back, and was well on
her way to doing just that, when some old lady appeared and summoned a huge
flaming horned demon.  Must have been some kind of witch or shamaness to do
that.  The big one was able to land in a few solid hits that injured her,
and the surviving sword demons overwhelmed her."
   "She's not dead," Sanji said emphatically, more to reassure himself than
anything else.  "There'd be a body if she was." His heart choked in his
throat as the image of her corpse visualized itself in his mind's eye, and
he pushed it away.
   "Still worried, lover boy?  I already told you, don't be.  They just
took her captive.  That old witch directed her lackeys to take her to the
western mountains." She looked Sanji straight in the eye.  "Where the Black
Spider Clan had their village before it was destroyed."
   Sanji clenched his fists.  "This is my fault.  Because she failed to
kill me.  She told me it was fine, but I should have known better." He took
several deep breaths to calm himself, and the two spirits within him were
beginning to grow hot with rage, demanding to put everyone in the Black
Spider Clan to the sword if they had harmed a single hair on Christie's
beautiful head.  "Thanks, Ayane."
   "And just where do you think you're going?"
   Sanji stopped and looked back, several steps away.  "To find Christie,
and take her back."
   Damn, that was hot, the way he said that.  All intense and determined.
It sent little shivers up and down Ayane's spine.  It really wouldn't be a
bad thing to be his plaything.  "Well, you're gonna need all the help you
can get.  Come on this way, they used a portal to leave; their village is
more than a day's travel away."
   Sanji eyed her.  "How do you know they went to the western mountains, if
they used a portal?"
   "These guys are ridiculously predictable.  And it's the best bet for
clues anyway."
   Sanji smirked.  "So this wouldn't have anything to do with the fact
that, I don't know, you might have heard the old lady say something like,
Through the portal, men, we're going home?"
   A ghost of a smile flitted across Ayane's face.  "Maybe."
   He barked a laugh.  "Lead the way then, sexy." He copped a feel of her
gorgeous ass this time, returning the favor, and she yipped before turning
to give him a coy look and heading off.  Her ass wiggled as she walked, and
he was sure she was giving it some extra wiggle on purpose.
   He was definitely getting an eyeful of it, those butt cheeks jiggling as
they walked.  "I hope you're paying attention, you naughty, filthy man,"
Ayane said coyly, turning her head to glance back at him.  "I need you to
keep that cock nice and hard for me."
   "Like this?" Sanji stepped forward to catch up with her, and seized her
hips as he thrust his pants bulge into her ass, letting her feel the
tremendous boner.  Ayane gasped hotly, and he kept them standing that way
enough for his cock to throb twice into her ass, before stepping back.
   Ayane was breathless for several moments.  "Exactly like that," she
panted.  She caressed his face lightly as she turned and resumed walking.
Grinning, Sanji followed after.
   As Sanji and Ayane were flirting, Momiji stretched luxuriously in her
bed, coming gradually awake.  "Mmmmm," she mewled.  That had been the best
night of sleep she had ever had!  She still felt limp and relaxed, a golden
warmth spreading through her limbs like liquid light.
   Her pussy still felt wonderful, and was slowly trickling cum; she'd been
working her vaginal muscles instinctively, even in her sleep, to keep as
much of that wonderful boy-jizz as she could inside her.  She could feel it
squishing inside her teenage girlhood, and it was a fantastic, erotic,
sensual feeling.  But there was so much of it, that some constantly drooled
out of her slit anyway.
   No matter.  She could get a fresh dose any time she wanted.  She reached
out to caress her lover-
   And snapped awake as she suddenly realized Sanji wasn't in the bed with
her!  Yet Momiji could still feel his presence; that's why she hadn't
realized at first that the 14 year old she loved wasn't in bed with her
anymore.  Her copulation with the chosen one and heir of both demon and
dragon had connected them, his magical cum uniting them spiritually as well
as mentally.
   He was far from the village, she could sense.  Sanji?  She wondered if
he could hear her.
   Getting out of bed, she found a note on the nightstand.  In it, her
shota-lover had explained that he was going after Christie!  It was signed
with Love, Sanji.  The assassin was his woman too?
   Heat flushed her body anew; Sanji was a man now, her man, and he was
acting like it.  It made her horny to fuck him all over again - and maybe
to watch him fuck his other woman!  But first he needed her help.  Cogs of
thought wheeled in her head as she came to her decision.  Dressing in her
formal Shrine uniform, she too headed out of the Dragon clan's village,
following her link to the boy - no, the man - she loved with all her body
and soul.
   With every step she took, his cum squished and squelched inside her hot
wet cunt.
   Sanji and Ayane were traveling the rest of the day, and the female
ninja's relentless teases kept Sanji's dick twitching and throbbing in his
pants.  While the bulge in his pants was obvious, the moisture of Ayane's
pussy was not; yet Sanji could tell she was horny, due to the way her skin
prickled and her mouth parted.
   When night fell, Sanji said, "How far away are we?  I'm not sure how
safe it is to be traveling in the dark out here."
   "Oooh," Ayane said, "is a big strong man like you afraid of a little
dark?" She smirked at him and ran her hand slyly up his arm.
   He caught her hand and rubbed circles on the back of it with his thumb
as he grinned back.  "No, but a smart man doesn't invite trouble.  Except
the sexy female ninja kind."
   She batted her eyelashes at him.  "Why, Sanji, what ever do you mean?"
She smacked his ass and darted out of his grip a few paces away, smirking
triumphantly.  "You're right though, we should hunker down somewhere.  I
know of an old abandoned building where we can camp.  This way."
   She flitted through the trees, more like a shadow than a human being,
and Sanji felt loud and clumsy trying to keep up with her.  She was an
unerring guide, and led them straight to the old cabin in question.  The
outside was thick with overgrowth, but the inside - it was only a single
room - was warm and dry.
   As Ayane lit a candle, Sanji surveyed their surroundings.  "No
blankets," he remarked.  "Guess we'll have to huddle to keep warm," he
winked at her.
   She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side.  "Well,
you have fun beating your meat then, I'm standing watch." She turned to
stand by the door, looking out through the slightly open window into the
night - very deliberately wiggling her ass as she did so.
   "First watch," Sanji corrected her, taking a seat in a chair.  "I've got
second." He was horny, all right, but both of them knew he wasn't going to
get off by himself.
   Ayane purred.  "So commanding.  I'm glad I've got me a big strong man to
protect me."
   Sanji cocked his hands behind his head and leaned back.  "Hmm, I don't
know if I should protect you.  You're not wearing my mark anymore."
   Still looking out the window, Ayane smiled broadly, but didn't let the
young man see it.  "I couldn't keep wearing that nasty, smelly, filthy,
dirty cum all the time, could I?" She paused just long enough for Sanji to
open his mouth, then interrupted him before he could speak.  "Besides,
you're here to reapply it, aren't you?"
   Sanji waggled his eyebrows at her, even though she was facing away from
him and couldn't see it.  Rising to his feet, he tread the floorboards to
her and slipped his arms around her waist.  He and Ayane were about the
same height, and his hard cock was planted firmly in her ass crack through
his pants.  He whispered huskily into her ear, "More than that, baby.  I'm
going to make you my woman, too."
   "Oh, really?" Ayane pressed her ass back into his crotch, and slowly
undulated her buttocks around the bulge of his big fat dick in the crotch
of his pants.  "Can you handle a real woman?"
   He nipped her ear lightly.  "The question is, can you handle a real
man?" He thrust his hips firmly into her ass at the same time, wresting a
gratifying yip from her.  "We're gonna find out.  After I have my way with
you, you'll never walk straight again."
   "Is that a promise?" Ayane purred.  "Or are you just tantalizing me with
all talk?" She turned her head to the side and barely brushed her lips
across his.  In response, Sanji took his hands from around Ayane's waist
and opened his pants, fishing in them for his fat long shlong.  When it
came out, it slapped hard against her ass, and she gasped.  "Oooooh,
direct, aren't you?" Her voice was husky now.
   With one hand he held his cock, and with the other, he prodded her
thighs apart.  "You want it, don't you, sexy?" She followed his prodding
and pulled her legs apart enough for his swollen boner to push between
them. "You want this hard man's cock inside your dirty, horny pussy, don't
you?"
   Ayane was breathing heavily now.  She grasped Sanji's engorged knob as
it poked out between her legs, and started guiding it up towards her slit,
but he denied her, her pushing forward further, till a good half-foot of
its length was jutting out between her legs.  "You devil!" she chuckled
throatily.  "Afraid to fuck a real woman?"
   "Me afraid?" Sanji reached around her again to grasp ahold of her boobs,
squeezing them gently, wresting a hot shuddering gasp from her.  "You're
the one trembling." So saying, he bent his head to her neck and nibbled
slightly, as he began sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs.
   Ayane moaned, her puffy pussy lips dripping hot love onto the meaty mass
sliding along them as the shota sucked on her throat.  "Marking...  your
territory...  again?" she asked, and began jerking on his cockknob as his
shaft thrust back and forth.  Her hands were quickly anointed by hot pre,
which just lubed his slide.
   He was gasping and groaning now, and his cock hardened and rose still
further, it almost hurt it was so hard.  With powerful throbs, his young
shota-dick rose higher in the air, lifting Ayane to her toes!  She yelped
in surprise, and little shocks of pleasure tingled along her skin and
through her flesh.  He was so incredibly strong and hot.
   Sanji grinned as he bit down on her neck, leaving a dark hickey there.
He flexed his cock, and Ayane's toes left the ground completely, lifting
her off the floor by the strength of his huge cock alone.  "Marked.  You're
mine, Ayane.  You belong to a strong powerful man, and don't you forget
it."
   Ayane was moaning, frantically rubbing her pussy through the bottom
string of her panties (beneath her skimpy outfit) along his meaty slab as
it still thrust between her thighs.  "Oh...  really?  Who is he then?"
   Sanji tweaked her nipples, and she squealed in ecstasy.  "You know his
name," he commanded.  "Say it!"
   There was such power and might in his voice, boyish though it was, and
Ayane found herself murmuring his name.  "Saaaaanjiii!" She forced herself
to calm a bit, as another wave of pleasure rolled through her.  "Sanji,"
she went on, "I surely don't...  know what you mean."
   Sanji smirked and kissed her lightly, running his tongue along her lower
lip.  Gods, Ayane thought, where had this dirty little boy learned all this
stuff to become a man?  Getting a truly wicked idea in her head, she
reached over to the candle and took it out, setting it on the table beside
them and picking up the cup in which it had been sitting.
   "Since..." Ayane yipped again as Sanji's fat meaty dong thrust quicker
along her plump wet pussy lips, "...  you don't have one of your women here
to be your cumbucket, I guess you'll need this cup."
   "Good...  thinking," Sanji managed to groan, half-coherently, into their
kiss.  HIs cock was throbbing madly, he was close to jizzing.  "That way
we'll be able to pour it all over you and mark you again."
   Before Ayane could think of a rejoinder, Sanji bellowed into her mouth
as jizz flung from his jerking cock in thick long ropes of creamy lust. 
Several spurts splattered onto the wall before Ayane quickly positioned the
cup in front of his cum cannon.  His spunk gushed into it with such force
that hot droplets splashed back out onto her torso, and she half-giggled,
half-moaned.
   His huge cock was throbbing tremendously hard, rocking her frantically
up and down with each shot of cum, and she couldn't hold the cup still in
front of his spunking knob.  Cum went all over her hands, a hot creamy
coating of boy-seed, and more of it gunking up the window in his hot
fuckslime.
   She nibbled lightly on his lower lip as he finally finished cumming, and
whispered into his heavily panting mouth, "Is that all your balls have got,
lover boy?  I thought you were a real man."
   He recovered enough of his wits to flex his cock again - it was still
hard - and bounced her up high, wresting another squeal from her.  She
managed to clamber off his cock then, and turned to face him as he smirked
at her.  Waggling her eyebrows, she lifted the cup up near her face, in
both of her cum-slathered hands, and sniffed it appreciatively.
   "Mmm, that smells good.  You know, last time I didn't have a chance to
taste this directly," she winked at him.  Sanji watched her openmouthed as
her tongue darted deftly out, licking around the rim of the cup, and
sucking the jizz on the edges into her mouth.  She purred.  "That's sooo
good, lover boy.  Nice and fresh."
   Sanji caught enough breath to challenge her, "Bet my cum's too thick for
you to drink it all.  Bet you don't know how to deal with all that cum from
a man's big dick."
   Ayane sniffed the cup full of his nectar again, shivering slightly with
pleasure just from the raw musky stench of it.  "If you think that, I guess
you've never had a real woman." She flicked out her tongue again, dipping
the tip into the center of the thick seed, and spasmed involuntarily from
the taste of it.  Then she lifted the cup to her mouth and began drinking
it down.  Her throat glugged audibly, and visibly as she swallowed it. 
Thick streams of it dribbled down her mouth and chin, dripping to her full
succulent boobs, and Sanji's cock, fully rock hard again, was leaking
precum like a faucet as he watched the incredibly sexy sight of the horny
female ninja enjoyinig his jizz.
   She tilted her head all the back, upending the cup completely so the
very last droplets went down.  Several dribblets of the raunchy stuff fell
on her face, her nose and her eyes and her cheeks, and finally she set the
cup down, grinning at him.  Before he could comment, she stuck out her
tongue, showing him the thick puddle of his spunk pooling there, then
brought back into her mouth and start gargling on it.
   Sanji's eyes popped out of his skull as Ayane gargled his spunk with
utter relish.  A blissful smirk was on her face, and cum bubbles frothed
from her open mouth.  The sounds of her gurgling were absolutely filthy and
nasty, and they were the most wonderful sounds he'd ever heard.
   Finally, the female ninja swallowed it down and arched her eyebrow in
coy triumph.  She spread her cum-coated hands all over her torso, slicking
her boobs in the stuff, as she teased him, "So you see you've got a real
woman on your hands after all.  If you're a real man, lover boy, do you
know how to treat her?"
   A growl of overwhelming lust guttered in his throat, and with strength
borne of the dragon and passion borne of the demon, he seized her hips, and
set her on her back on the floor.  She half-gasped, half-moaned at the
heady sensation of his overpowerful handling of her slim sexy form, and as
she saw the naked passion in his young eyes.  His cock was a huge pillar of
solid throbbing meat towering over her, bulging with ridges and veins, and
gleaming wet with his own precum.
   He knelt over her and forcefully hitched up her legs, bracing his knees
against her inner thighs, and making her moan with pleasure.  "So... 
strong, Sanji," she managed to say.  "Have you...  been working out?"
   "Yes," he gasped as his engorged cockhead prodded against the wet slit
of her twat.  "I do 500 cock flexes a day." He tugged aside the string of
her panties with his finger, revealing that puffy, horny twat.
   And before she could tease back, he pushed in, hard.  Her pussy lips
squelched apart, allowing him into her tight, horny cunt with slick wet
slurping noises.  Her back arched in ecstasy as he felt him stretching her
wide, filling her like she'd never been filled before.  Every time she
opened her mouth, having recovered just enough wit to say something
teasing, Sanji thrust further into her with a powerful slam, stuffing her
hot tight pussy full of large shota-dick.
   "Damn, Sanji," she finally managed to pant, before breaking off into a
scream of delicious euphoria as he pushed some more, "don't you ever let a
girl get a word in edgewise?" Her eyes were hooded and glazed with pleasure
as she gazed adoringly at him, murmurs of pleasure mewling in her throat.
The feeling of being utterly dominated by his big fat cock thrusting hard
and deep into her was incredible, though she'd never admit it.
   Sanji grunted, his boyish voice deeper and huskier with passion.  "Oh
come...  on, Ayane...  I thought you were...  a real woman..."
   "I'll show you a real...  woman," she moaned, and wrapped her legs
around his waist, locking her ankles and humping her hips upward into his
thrusting.  Strangled ecstasy choked Sanji's throat, and Ayane managed to
smirk a bit before her eyes rolled back from the intense rapture flooding
her.  It seemed like his cock never ended!  She kept taking more and more
of it, yet more inches kept sinking into her!
   Her hot dripping honeypot gripped his massive cock in in tight wet satin
clutches, convulsively milking him, and Sanji could hardly breathe, his
pleasure was so great.  But he was determined not to cum until he'd sunk
balls-deep into her!
   Thrusting in really deep now, he saw the slight bulge on her stomach
from where his cockhead was fucking her really deeply.  "See that, Ayane?"
he grinned, deliberately slowing his pace to lazy, deep thrusting.  Her
tummy kept bulging in and out with each slow deep thrust, as the hot ninja
woman writhed.  "I don't think you've ever had a real man before, cuz your
pussy sure isn't used to such a big cock."
   Ayane thought she'd never seen anything hotter in all her life.  Not
only could she feel that wonderful cockknob thrusting deep inside her
pussy, she could see it, moving in time!  "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned.  "I...
guess you...  you're doing it...  doing it wrong, lover...  lover boy..."
She gasped hotly as more delight surged through her.  "...or else your
cock...  would stay down where...  it belongs..."
   Sanji felt like his heavy, full balls were about to boil over, but he
kept up his slow, agonizingly pleasurable, deep thrusting.  "Well...  I
guess you like it wrong...  such a bad...  girl...  doing it wrong with
her...  real man..."
   Ayane opened her mouth to reply, but then Sanji's bloated cockknob
touched bottom, brushing against her cervix.  A shriek of utter and
complete ecstasy overwhelmed her.  She'd never had a lover with a cock big
enough to sink that deeply into her; it was amazing!
   "What is this wonderful place I've found?" Sanji teased.
   Ayane was sweating heavily as her scream turned back into moaning.  "Oh,
just...  my baby hole...  Meant for...  babies to come out, not...  not
cocks to go in..."
   "My babies," Sanji gasped, pushing his cock in against her cervix again
and eliciting another uncontrollable, yelling, convulsion of shocked
delight from her.
   "I'm on...  the pill," she grunted, instinctively bearing down on his
cock.  It was so fantastically wonderful, the way his magnificent
shota-cock made her feel!  "So good luck...  with that..."
   "Maybe if I...  cum straight in your womb..." he suggested, and rammed
his cock forward hard into her cervix.  Ayane shrieked again, and with
every deepening thrust, her tummy bulged out more.  "Feel it," Sanji
groaned, cutting off Ayane's replies with thrusts to her super-sensitive
cervix every time she tried to say something.  "I'm shaping your pussy with
my cock, to fit my cock only!" Another slamming thrust, another shriek of
near-orgasmic bliss from her.  "You'll never get...  pleasure from another
man again...  after having...  me..."
   No, Ayane was thinking, in the dim haze of her pleasure-baffled mind,
I'm my own woman, never anyone else's.  Never totally yours.
   But before those thoughts could go any further, Sanji pulled his hips
back, then jackhammered roughly back in with such force her entire body
shook.  His balls smacked wetly into her buttocks, and his cockknob
slammed, hard, into her cervix, before popping through and inside her
fertile womb.
   Ayane screamed, hollering her orgasm at the top of her lungs, as she
felt Sanji's incredibly large boner molding and shaping her very core as he
fucked her directly in the womb.  Sanji bellowed with the hot, tight, wet
bliss of feeling her womb stretch around his cock, and jetted jizz directly
into her fertile babymaker, pumping it full of his potent, sperm-full
cockslop.
   The young woman was transported to new heights of pleasure ashe felt his
shota-spunk gush hot and full and deep inside her very womb, filling her up
with warm, viscous jizz.  She had the frantic thought that maybe he really
could knock her up with his babies, and the thought of bearing Sanji's
children was so unexpectedly hot that her pleasure spiked again.  She lost
her breath almost completely, unable to even scream, her mouth opening and
closing in hot soundless gasps of utter, overwhelming bliss.
   Sanji's spunk poured into her womb, bloating it with his fertile cum,
and spilling back out through her newly molded fucktunnel to coat his balls
and puddle on the floor beneath her ass.  It seemed ages before they were
spent, but at long last, Sanji's obese nuts drained themselves completely
dry in her womb.
   As they came back to hazy awareness, Sanji was completely on top of her,
his chest crushing her boobs, eyes locked, panting hot sweet breath onto
each other's faces.  "See?" Sanji managed to say, mostly coherently.  "Now
you're my woman, too."
   He pulled out of her, and his dick was so long it felt like a full
minute before it popped free with a lewd wet plop.  Cum practically poured
out of her pussy, freed without his dick plugging it up, but she was still
so full of it!  Getting up on unsteady legs, which were still weak with the
aftershocks of pleasure jolting through her, Ayane said breathlessly, "Nah,
no I'm not.  But if you keep this up...  maybe I'll reconsider."
   But in her quivering heart, and her tingling, cum-squishing pussy, she
knew otherwise.  She was now and forever, irrevocably, his woman, and she
loved it.  She looked down at Sanji, who was sitting on the floor, legs
spread, leaning back on his palms, grinning at her like he knew what she
was thinking.
   "Well," she said.  "This is a big fine mess you've made." There was
thick, oozing cum puddling on the floor, and his giant shock-cock was
absolutely drenched in her juices and coated with his own cum, after having
thoroughly fucked her in a wet drooling mess of ninja-girl-bliss.
   "Heh," Sanji chuckled.  "Guess you'd better...  clean it up." He waggled
his eyebrows at her and flexed his cock ostentatiously.  A heavy drop of
cum flung from that jerking motion to land on her boob.
   She rolled her eyes, but grinned.  "Well," she allowed, "I guess I
shouldn't blame you for having such a big load to shoot inside such a sexy
girl." She knelt down and began licking his cock kittenishly, slowly and
lingeringly cleaning it of his cum and her juices...  and instead covering
that succulent, delicious, meaty slab of young cock with her drool.
   It looked like they'd be keeping watching through the night together,
before they left out again in the morning...
   **********
   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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