Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: The Dragon and Demon Within
PART: Chapter 5 Part A
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: mF fant size cons fanfic piv
SUMMARY: Fanfiction crossover of Ninja Gaiden and Dead or Alive.  Sanji,
with his allies and lovers, stops the last gasp of the Black Spider Clan.
Broken up into two parts for length.  More story in this chapter part, very
little sex.  Based on ideas from Jviper, at Hentai Foundry.
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   Death.  Despair.  Damnation.
   And out from this abyss of doom and defeat she had clawed, climbing up a
single thread of hope that was fraying ever thinner with each passing
moment.  Her village, the Black Spider Clan, had been utterly and
ruthlessly exterminated by the Dragon Ninja, Ryu Hayabusa.  She herself had
died, spitted on the blade of his bloody katana.
   But now she was back from the underworld.  She had bargained with a
dreadful demon entity for a return to life.  The demon had extracted a
terrible price from her.  She didn't have much strength.  She didn't even
remember her name; the demon had taken that from her too.  She was just the
Old Woman.
   But that was alright.  She didn't need a name to exact her revenge.
   On this thread of hope she had returned to life - a half-life, a shadowy
existence, but life nonetheless.  And it was costing her more and more
strength, for every hour that passed, to sustain her existence on this
plane, the world of the living.
   The old woman had sought out the best assassin in the land, and
contracted with her to sabotage the Dragon Heir's ritual.  Christie had
taken it to mean that the boy was supposed to die; but the old woman had
even more sinister ideas.  She'd wanted to imbue the boy with the Demon's
spirit, that of the succubus, one that she could use to control the very
heir of the Dragon Clan.
   But a wretchedly unexpected turn of events had taken place.  The boy had
been imbued with both demon and dragon...  and survived!  Wretched boy for
being strong, and wretched shrine maiden for successfully fusing the two
spirits in his form.  The old woman now only had a very tenuous chance of
controlling the Dragon Heir now.
   And so the thread of her hope frayed.
   But, when chance came, the final fraying thread remained, just before
the last of her hope dwindled.  She came upon the assassin Christie,
carelessly bathing and drenched in sex.  The boy, the heir, had claimed her
as his own!  Unexpected but utterly excellent.  The dark gods were smiling
on the old woman at last.
   She set her soldiers upon the assassin, taking her unawares.  But
Christie had fought back in a graceful dance of ruthless destruction,
utterly dismantling her forces.  The old woman had cursed her dwindling
powers.  With her fellow Black Spider clansmen annihilated, she had been
forced to utilize normal, untrained humans for her warriors, and had
infused with them with a touch of sword-demons, making them far deadlier.
   But since they were normal and untrained, they did not have the control
needed to fully utilize their fused demons' powers, and as such the
assassin was easily killing them, every last one.  Seeing no choice, as the
final thread of her hope threatened to snap, the old woman summoned a
powerful demon entity, the very one with whom she had bargained for life.
   Such a feat was extremely dangerous at any time, but especially now,
with her powers so weakened; if the demon escaped her control...  But the
demon entity had grinned ferally, cruelly, at her, and subdued Christie
before returning to its netherworld.  The look in its glowing eyes had been
full of gleeful malicious promise as it looked at the old woman, and she
had suppressed a shiver, even as her surviving sword-demon-infused warriors
had captured the subdued assassin.
   The old woman's spiritual reserves had been vastly depleted.  Time was
against her.  Within a day, maybe less, she would lose her tenuous hold on
life...  unless she managed to gain control of the dragon heir, the boy
with the succubus spirit within him.
   It would be enough time.
   ----
   Sanji shifted languidly, luxuriously, in his sleep.  He was aware of
warm, wet pleasure as he drifted.  Suddenly he snapped awake, and looked to
see Ayane sucking on his fat balls, lathering them in her drool as she
happily sucked away.  His morning wood - an immense log of boy-meat - lay
heavily upon her head, dripping his thick, clear, sticky precum on her hair
and tangling it up.
   "Hnnnmmmhhh," he groaned.  That felt so good, utterly delicious!
   Ayane waggled her eyebrows sultrily at him, gave him a final suck, and
withdrew, popping his obese nuts out of her mouth.  Long strings of drool
connected her plush lips to his balls for a moment before she spoke.  "You
like that, don't you?" she said seductively.  He nodded, waggling his
eyebrows back at her as he grinned.  "Just a side effect," she shrugged, "I
had to entertain myself since I couldn't sleep.  Y'know, since there was
this great big monster in my ass crack."
   Sanji's huge cock gave a lurch at her words, snapping up and throbbing
back down to lightly smack across Ayane's face, and she mewled.  "Just
admit it, Ayane," he teased, "you just couldn't stop thinking about having
my big man's cock deep inside your pregnant womb."
   Ayane gave an involuntary shudder of lust at the thought, before she
could suppress it.  "Well," she allowed, "I am a woman with needs, and
alas, you're the only one around.  Guess you'll do." She winked at him.
   His boyish hands, surging with the strength of the dragon, seized
Ayane's waist, wresting an involuntary gasp of shocked pleasure from her as
he rolled over and pushed her down to the floor beneath him.  "Ooooh, you
stud," she said, panting, "determined to spread your oats?"
   As she parted her legs, revealing the succulent treasure of her juicy
twat, Sanji maneuvered his swollen cockknob to touch wetly upon her cunt.
"Yes," he said, "you're my woman, with a need for my big fat cock to plow
you deep, since no other man can satisfy you any longer." Before Ayane
could reply, Sanji rammed his cock deep inside her puffy, dripping
fucktunnel, cutting off her response in a loud shriek of untrammeled
passion.
   Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fucktool, her boobs heaving
beneath him as he lowered his full weight atop her body.  "Cheater," Ayane
managed to gasp, her voice husky and guttural with rapture as she felt the
boy's immense cock stretching and filling up her fuckhole.
   Sanji just grinned cockily at her and thrust in further, all the way,
till his cockknob popped through her cervix into her womb and his churning
balls squelched into her ass.  Ayane hissed in delight, utterly spitted on
his humongous cock, stuffing her and satisfying her as she had never been
satisfied before, other than the night before.
   She couldn't help it, she couldn't think of any clever rejoinders, all
she could think of was this boy, this young man, heaving his body atops
hers as he fucked her brains out with his wonderful throbbing cock.  She
juiced almost immediately, from the hard deep speed of Sanji's ruthless
fucking, thrashing beneath him and screaming her passion.
   Sanji kept pistoning, a nonstop fuckmachine, an alpha rutting his bitch
in heat, as Ayane cummed and cummed.  Her head tossed back and forth in the
throes of her pleasure.  Her lips framed his name in soundless pants, and
it wasn't until she came down from her high that she was able to murmur,
"Sanjiiiii..."
   Her whisper was broken up into staccato pants by the hard pounding of
his cock into her deformed womb as he kept fucking her, keeping her
dangling on the precipice of orgasm.  "Don't...  forget..." she hissed
again, momentarily losing the power of speech again as an aftershock of
ecstasy tore through her, "to re...  reapply your...  cum..."
   Sanji rammed back into her again, a final time, wresting a yip of
pleasure from the young woman.  His toes curled, his neck muscles
tightened, and his face was in a rictus of pleasure as he did his best to
hold back.  He pulled back out of Ayane's juicy pussy, her cunt milking him
the whole way, and just before his cockhead came out, his balls clenched
and unloaded their seed.
   A cannonshot of jizz spurted into Ayane's pussy, setting her off in
orgasm again, before Sanji pulled his fat long johnson out and started
spunking all over the girl's delicious teenage body.  She convulsed in
pleasure as she felt his spunk coating her, Sanji's deep blissful groans
filling her ears as he cummed all over his cocksleeve woman.
   His giant shota-cock was lurching and throbbing so violently as he
cummed, that it didn't all land on her.  Several loads landed on the walls
and floor, and a few even splashed in the cup from the previous night. 
When at last his balls were drained, Sanji stood gasping as Ayane stretched
languidly, luxuriously, a pussycat given its milk.
   Suddenly the young boy started, inhaling sharply as new awareness
flooded his senses.  Christie!  He could sense her again!  Relief washed
through him; she was alive!  She seemed alright, just frazzled.
   Ayane was able to tell a difference in his demeanor.  "What is it, lover
boy?  Something that could distract you from a sexy naked girl covered in
your nasty filthy little-boy spunk?"
   He smirked at her.  "Rub it alllllll over yourself, Ayane.  And keep it
on you until I say otherwise.  I can sense Christie again, and I know where
to go!"
   Ayane rolled her eyes as she got up and began rubbing his musky jizz
into her skin like thicky gooey lotion.  "You have one hot chick in front
of you, and you're already thinking about another one?"
   He pulled on his pants and grinned at her.  "Don't tell me you're
jealous, Ayane.  I might start thinking you actually like me."
   "Hardly," Ayane winked at him as she applied his cum all over herself.
"I just don't want you to break my personal toy, there between your legs,
from overuse."
   "I didn't know you cared," he teased her, pinching her succulent buttock
as he went out the cabin door.
   She yelped.  "Naughty little boy!  I'm going to smell so bad, wearing
your scent.  It's not exactly perfume, you know."
   Sanji looked back at her and waggled his eyebrows.  "Well, you better
get used to it.  Since you're my woman, you'll always be wearing my cum
from now, if not on the outside, then deep inside your hot wet holes."
   Ayane couldn't repress a shiver of hot longing and lust at the shota's
dominance, and a trickle of juice dribbled down her inner thigh as they
continued towards their destination...
   ----
   A short time later, Momiji came across the same cabin.  She was clad in
her ritual shrine maiden clothing, ready for battle on both spiritual and
physical planes.
   The scent hit her just before she opened the cabin door.  Musky, potent,
virile, masculine.  The sight before her confirmed her nostrils' knowledge.
Jizz blanketed most surfaces in the one-room building: floor, walls, even
splotches of it on the ceiling, which were dripping steadily.
   It was Sanji's.  Of that she had no doubt.  The smell was all his.  So
young and vigorous and powerful.  A ripple of lust and love passed through
her, his scent tingling through her body.  She wondered who the girl had
been; another woman whom Sanji had also made his.  She smiled to think of
her little 'brother', so young and boyish, now so grown up and dominant,
making another woman his.
   Her pussy, already moist from being around all his cum, positively
tingled at the thought, as she imagined Sanji fucking another eager young
woman with his massive shota-dick.  Her eyes alit upon the cup, still
filled with cum.  Picking it up, she brought it to nose and inhaled the
scent.  It was utterly intoxicating.  It was still fresh, warm; he had
clearly just been here a little while ago.
   She licked her lips, and brought the cup to her mouth, preparing to
drink it, when a strange urge suddenly hit her.  She had a connection to
Sanji now, forged of all the cum he had pumped into her, and she felt
through it Sanji's desire to have his women marked in his smell.  More
ripples of gentle pleasure cascaded through her, and she stripped.
   Then she dipped her hands in the cup, relishing the thick gooey
sensation of the jizz and began spreading it all over her nude body, a
fresh coat over the dried cum from the night before last.  Pleasure, liquid
and gentle, flowed through her as her soft supple skin was warmed by the
musky raunchy seed.
   The audacious naughtiness of the act made her feel so...  dirty, and
hot! Once finished, Momiji dressed again, all the while shivering with
tingles of hot lust.
   "Be okay, Sanji," she murmured to no one in particular as she left.  It
was a wish, a hope, a command even.  "I'm coming for you."
   ----
   Another cell.
   Christie's focus was returning to her as she regained consciousness,
rubbing her bleary eyes.  Of course she was in another cell.  This was
becoming a habit.  People were going to start talking if this kept up. 
Wouldn't be good for her reputation.
   She smirked at her own sardonicism as she took in her surroundings. 
Four stone walls, marked with strange symbols.  No window.  A single door
of solid black wood, with only a little barred grate in it.  Very solidly
built.
   Peering through the grate in the door, she espied two guards stationed
outside.  They looked to be of the same caliber as the Black Spider
soldiers who had ambushed her at the bathing pool.  She had no doubt she
could kill them both without breaking a sweat.
   If she could get out of the cell.  Which didn't seem likely.
   She sighed and retreated away from the grate into the middle of the
cell. She began doing calisthenics.  Might as well be warmed up when her
chance came.
   Her chance came shortly thereafter, when the oak door creaked open, and
the very same Old Woman - who had contracted her, who had set her soldiers
upon her as she was bathing and summoned the demon entity who had captured
her - came in.
   "It's about time," Christie declared.  "You owe me payment."
   "Brave little girl," the old woman rasped.  "Your only payment will be
death, and it shall not be swift either."
   A moment of fear passed across the assassin's eyes, but she squelched
it. As soon as the door had opened, she had felt Sanji's presence again -
her connection to the little boy who had so thoroughly fucked her had
returned!  The strange markings all over the walls and door were probably
magically blocking it, but with the door opened, she was able to feel him
again; and no doubt he could feel her.
   She could tell that he was on his way, and had a powerful companion with
him as well.  She didn't have to escape; she just had to stall for time.
   "Kill me?  What for?" she demanded.  "I completed the contract, I
contaminated the ritual just as you asked me." Fortunately, Christie
thought, her interrogation training would come in handy here.  She could
keep the old woman talking, without letting her know she was being
interrogated, until the cavalry came.
   "It's nothing personal," the old woman assured her.
   "Gee, that makes me feel so much better," Christie said sarcastically.
   "Silence!" the old woman hissed.  "You have forged a connection to the
dragon heir.  Upon your death, in a ritual killing, that connection will
pass to me."
   Christie ostentatiously looked up and down the old woman's bent,
gnarled, and withered frame.  "No offense, but I doubt Sanji would be
interested in fucking you." She paused for a moment.  "On second thought,
yes, I do mean to offend you, you ugly old hag."
   "Foolish girl," the old woman said.  "This connection is the key to the
treasure of that boy's spirit.  Through it I will control him and thus his
clan.  I shall have my revenge upon Ryu Hayabusa and all his clansmen!"
   ----
   "There," Ayane pointed as she came to a stop.  Up ahead was a ruined
village.  "The home of the now-dead Black Spider Clan."
   Sanji came up behind her and smacked her butt.  "Not all dead, clearly."
   "Time to fix that," Ayane declared, and started forward.
   Sanji grabbed her arm.  "Wait," he said.  "A full frontal assault might
not be the best idea here."
   Ayane looked at his hand on arm, and was surprised by the ripple of
pleasure she felt at being so dominantly handled.  "Those soldiers were no
match for Christie, and they won't be a match for me, either."
   "No," Sanji agreed, "but what if that old lady summons another demon? 
Let's take them by surprise.  Thin their numbers as much as we can before
we are discovered."
   Ayane looked at him with new respect in her eyes.  "I'm impressed, lover
boy.  Okay, we'll do it your way.  Follow me."
   The succubus lent him her grace, but Sanji still felt loud and clumsy
next to Ayane, who was lithe as a cat.  With training, he knew, he could
outmatch Ayane, but at the moment he lacked those ninja skills she had.
   As Ayane sneaked up behind a soldier and put a hand over his mouth as
she slew him, Sanji reached out to Christie.  Her presence was strong, and
close.  He could feel her trepidationi, but also her trust, that he was
coming, and that she was ready to do her part.
   Slinking through the shadows, Sanji and Ayane took out more than a dozen
soldiers, one a time, before they were discovered.  A cry went up
throughout the ruined village, and more warriors - enthralled humans with
glazed-over eyes, given strength by the sword demons partially infusing
them - appeared, surrounding them.
   Ayane cracked her knuckles and grinned.  "Now the fun begins."
   ----
   The old woman stopped in midsentence as an uproar went up behind them.
Startled, the evil old hag turned around, looking outside.  "What's going
on?" she demanded.
   But Christie was ready.  Slinking past the old woman, quick as a shadow,
she disabled the two guards in a flurry of lightning-fast blows, and
snapped their necks.  As their lifeless bodies hit the ground, the old
woman turned back to glare at her, spitting a curse.  The entire
altercation had taken two seconds.
   "It's over," Christie said, looming menacingly over her.  "You've lost.
Call off your warriors."
   The old woman hissed an evil chortle.  "Foolish girl.  I cannot control
them.  Once their orders are given, they follow them unswervingly to their
last breath, and their orders are to protect the village."
   Christie's eyes hardened.  "I tried to spare you, lady." So saying, she
reached down and snapped the old woman's neck.  Her bones were brittle and
frail, and as she fell into the cell, her last breath sighed out from
withered lips in a tired, guttural rasp.
   "Good riddance," the assassin muttered.  She dashed off towards the
fight, an unstoppable whirlwind of death as she slaughtered every guard in
her way.
   Christie quickly reached the center of the fighting, where Sanji and his
companion - she recognized Ayane - were valiantly tearing their way through
the semi-demonic soldiers.  Ayane was utterly masterful, an avatar of death
in a short woman's body, unhesitating as her sword sliced seemingly
effortlessly through flesh and bone, despite the fact that her own skin was
utterly slathered in Sanji's potent jizz.
   Neither of the women knew it, but it was Sanji's jizz that was enhancing
Ayane's fighting prowess even more than her usual deadliness.  His cum
energized any female who had it on her or inside her, filling them with the
strength and blessing that only the two most potent spirit-deities in the
world could give.
   Sanji was no slouch, and Christie was awed to watch him fight.  The
dragon gave his blows brutal, superhuman strength, and the succubus infused
his limbs with incredible grace and agility.  He lacked training, but made
up for that with raw talent and power.  His face was pale as he snapped the
necks of his opponents.
   Christie realized what had happened.  Sanji had never been in a real
combat before today.  Today was the first time he had ever killed another
living human being.  She remembered her own first kill, the very first time
in her life she had taken someone's life.  She had felt sick at the time.
   But despite his inexperience, Sanji didn't hesitate as he plowed through
the hordes.  Christie's life was at stake, and he knew that Black Spiders
tended to employ kamikaze tactics when things got ugly.
   But finally there were no more, and Sanji looked around to see Christie
dropping the last of the enemy warriors.  Warmth and relief flooded through
him to see her.  She was alright!  He rushed over to her and wrapped his
arms around her from behind.  "Christie!" he shouted her name happily.
   She felt his presence not just physically but also spiritually, and let
herself relax as he embraced her.  His arms were strong and warm around
her, and although she could barely admit it to herself, his concern stirred
something deep in her jaded heart.
   She also felt his huge foot-long boner, hard through his clothing
against her ass crack.  Grinning, she turned around and teased him, "My
hero.  All horny and hard, aren't you, stud?"
   Sanji flushed, slightly embarrassed, but grinned when Christie hugged
him back, and very obviously rubbed her soft tits against his chest.  Her
nipples were hard through her suit, and his fat long dick throbbed upon her
belly.  He nipped her lower lip with his mouth and kissed her, deeply and
lingeringly, lifting her up.  The strength of the dragon empowered his
limbs, letting him raise her easily.
   Christie gave a little moan, and wrapped her legs around his waist as
she frenched the boy, holding him tightly with both her arms and her legs
as his hands cradled her ass.  "You've grown up, stud," she whispered
teasingly through their kiss, "since the last time you dumped your stinky
raunchy cum inside me."
   Sanji's boner throbbed and lurched violently in his pants, and Christie
bit her lips to stifle a hot gasp as she felt it, and felt his boyish hands
clenching on her ass cheeks.  "I'm a man now, Christie," he said, his
boyish tenor underlaid with the twin echoes of the spirits fused with him.
"You're my woman, and I'll protect you from now on."
   His words filled her with excitement.  Her pussy was tingling
unbearably, soaking her crotch with her dampness.  She spoke in lusty
pants. "I don't need protection, stud.  Now, if you want a fuck buddy, a
spunk dumpster to pump your cum into...  well, then maybe I could be your
woman," she teased him, grinding her ass down a bit on his tented trousers.
   A groan of pleasure strangled itself in the boy's throat.  Gripping
Christie's ass, he lowered her, letting his swollen cockknob push between
her puffy cunt lips.  Both their clothes were still on, but his cock was so
big and long and powerful that it began pushing into her pussy anyway,
clothes and all.  His precum and her dew were soaking the material of their
joined crotches through, and desire guttered in the assassin's throat too.
   "Ahem."
   Sanji and Christie started, suddenly realizing they weren't alone. 
Flushing, the teenager set Christie back down on the ground, left with his
massive erection still tenting his trousers.  Christie shamelessly waggled
her eyebrows at the ninja woman.  "Aren't you going to introduce me,
Sanji?"
   He blushed.  "Christie, this is Ayane.  She's my woman too."
   "Aw, he's cute when he blushes," Ayane teased him.  "And poor boy, look
at him all hard with nowhere to go."
   Christie leaned over and flicked her tongue along Ayane's rosy cheek,
licking off a thick dollop of semi-dried cum.  "I knew that was your cum,
Sanji," she said nastily with a sultry grin, swallowing with relish.  "I
could smell it on her." Ayane arched her brow naughtily at Christie and
squeezed the assassin's hard nipple that was poking through her clothes.
   "Hck!"
   Christie and Ayane turned their heads sharply to see Sanji lifted almost
completely off the ground.  A massive, bloody claw jutted out from his
midsection, and then the beast impaling the boy from behind twisted his
claw cruelly within the terrible wound.
   "Sanji!" both women cried out simultaneously, united in fear for the boy
they both loved, even if they wouldn't admit it.
   It was the Old Woman - but she wasn't the old woman anymore.  Her eyes
were pure black - iris, whites, and all - and empty of life.  Knobby
growths of corded muscle twisted along her gnarled flesh, spikes protruded
from her, and great talons extruded from her digits.  She spoke, and her
voice was not the same.  No longer a dying old lady's rasp, it was a deep
and ominous boom, guttural and growling.
   "She gave her soul to me," the powerful demon lord said with an evil
glee, "in return for fulfilling her last wish.  That this boy, the heir to
her greatest nemesis, would die horribly." The horrible voice emanated from
the old woman's dead throat, and her head lolled at a fatal angle, evidence
of her snapped neck, yet this didn't impair the possessing demon in the
least.  Sanji choked, coughing up blood, and the demon lord threw his
broken body upon the ground.  "But why stop there?  I think I will kill you
too."
   With cries of outrage, Christie and Ayane charged the
demon-lord-possessed old woman.  Christie's strikes bounced harmlessly off
its flesh, and it casually blocked Ayane's sword with its claws, barking
mocking laughter at them.
   Christie aimed her blows at weak points in the possessed old woman's
flesh, parts of the body that would cripple and kill.  But the old lady was
already dead, and the demon lord possessing her corpse wasn't vulnerable to
the secret weak spots that Christie's assassin training had taught her.
   Ayane was calling upon all her reserves, her movements lithe and
superhumanly fast, yet the demon lord moved faster still, blocking her
sword strikes with ease.
   It was to this scene that Momiji arrived, to see the terrible demon lord
merely toying with the two women in battle - and Sanji's bloody form
motionless on the ground.  "Sanji!" she cried out, her voice tight with
fear.  She rushed to him, and the boy groaned, weakly coughing up blood as
she touched him.
   "I'll take care of you, Sanji!" she said, her voice impassioned but her
face white.  The shrine maiden laid her hands upon him and began calling
upon every deity she knew, channeling her healing powers.  The boy's wounds
were terrible, and the fell magic of the demon's claw lingered upon them,
resisting her efforts to close them.
   Momiji gritted her teeth, reaching deep within herself, opening the deep
wells of her soul in her attempt to heal the boy - no, the young man - she
loved with all her heart and body.  Her young body trembled with her
efforts, but Sanji's injuries were too great, and moment by moment she felt
him slipping away.
   Tears blurred her vision as she kept trying, and so she couldn't see the
grimness of the other two women's situation.  Christie and Ayane were
tiring, and now the demon lord began unleashing its fury.  Claws snapped
out, ripping shallow gashes along the two female warriors' limbs as they
thrust their arms out to block.  They cried out in pain, but kept fighting,
nimbly doding as unholy fire bellowed from the possessed corpse's dead
mouth.
   "Keeper of the shrine, hear us." Momiji jolted to hear the disconcerting
double echo speaking into her head.  Into her mind appeared a draconic
beast and a seductive but obviously nonhuman woman.
   "Spirits!" she gasped, amazed that the two most powerful spirit-deities
in the world would speak to her.
   "It is our strength that keeps our host clinging to the mortal plane,"
the spirits spoke.  "But bodily restoration is not our domain.  Still, we
will not surrender him to death, for his soul is great and large and deep,
full of lust and strength unlike any we have ever known a mortal to have."
   More tears spilled down Momiji's cheeks, even as she managed a sad smile
full of love.  Even deities knew how wonderful her little 'brother' and
lover was.  But what could they do?  Like they said, healing was not their
specialty, and even their combined strength could only keep the untrained
Sanji alive so long.
   "We will lend you, and the ninja, and the assassin, our strength," the
spirits said.  This baffled Momiji; only the chosen one, infused with the
spirits, could use the powers of those inhabiting him.  "It is my
provenance to do so," only the succubus spoke now, her voice sensuous and
sending tingles along Momiji's skin, "for our host's seed quickens your
womb, and the wombs of his other two women.  Through this link, a
connection is forged.  Revel in our power!"
   Momiji gasped as power and vigor, unlike anything she had ever
experienced, surged through her.  Divine knowledge and might suffused her,
and also Christie and Ayane, who were shocked as not only was their
weariness washed away and their demon-inflicted cuts healed, but they
became faster and stronger than they had ever been.
   Their ki was supercharged through the cum that filled them and dried
upon their skin, and they literally glowed with divine light.  The demon
lord cried out, pained by the light, and suddenly Ayane and Christie's
blows began burning his flesh with righteous energy.  Enraged, he breathed
torrents of flame, but Ayane and Christie emerged unharmed, shrouded in the
protective, energizing auras, and the demon lord howled as its arm was
chopped off by Ayane's sword.
   Momiji's healing spells had their potency multipled tenfold, and Sanji's
wounds began closing.  "I shall not return to the netherworld!" she barely
registered the demon lord yelling defiantly, before Christie snapped its
spine with a superhumanly strong kick, and Ayane decapitated it.  As the
black light faded from the possessed corpse's eyes, Sanji's wound closed
over completely, and his eyes cleared before hooding over.
   "Momiji..." he muttered weakly, and then passed out from blood loss.
   **********
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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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