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Chapter Twenty-Six
DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.
THE BLAZING TEMPEST
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version June 24, 2006
Chapter Twenty-Six
Somewhere beneath the Palace, within the deepest bowels of the catacombs, three men in black robes stood before two huge, stone doors. In the flickering light of the torch, one could see tiny images of humans, beasts and otherworldly creatures in various, bizarre positions of copulation. Interspersed between these grotesque lovers were skeletons wielding spears and swords. However, all these do not compare to the gigantic hideous figure in the center. The carving of the behemoth had large holes where its eyes and its hands should be. So terrible was its visage that the three men could not look at it,
keeping their heads lowered, not only as an act of obeisance, but of fear as well.
Getting down on their hands and knees, they bowed before this graven image, at the same time, beginning a chant in an ancient, long forgotten tongue, at first intoned softly, slowly getting louder and louder until their monotonous droning filled the catacombs.
With their heads bowed, the men did not see red lights begin to glow in the part of the carving that were the monster's eyes, gleaming with malevolence and rapacious lust.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shichiroji sat up on his bed with a start, his entire body drenched with sweat. Gazing down at his arms, he saw that his hair was standing on end. The Samurai's bed shook under him. Pulling up the covers, he found a terrified Moeru cowering under his bed.
Standing, Shichiroji urged the little colt out of his hiding place. Moeru quickly cuddled close to the Warrior, his whole body shaking.
"You sense it too, Moeru. The Dark Magic," Shichiroji whispered. "It's Ukyo and the others. I'm sure of it, but what kind of spell are they casting? A protection spell, a death prayer, a conjuration?"
The Samurai grabbed his robe and wrapped it around his body, tying the sash around his waist. "Moeru, stay here. I'm going to check on Kanbei."
The colt, however, vehemently, shook his head and bit into the hem of Shichiroji's robe with chattering teeth.
"All right, little one," said the Samurai, patting his head in reassurance. "You can come with me, but I want you to stay close."
Taking his spear, Shichiroji quietly went out into the corridor, with Moeru, still clinging to his robe, tagging along behind him. Surprisingly, unlike previous nights, the hallways were absolutely empty. No servants, no guards....there wasn't a single soul roaming the corridors of the Palace. He did not even have to guess where everyone was. Probably accustomed to their Master's occult activities, the Palace's inhabitants had decided to stay within the sanctuary of their chambers.
But just as Shichiroji and Moeru turned at the next corridor where the concubine's chamber was located, they stopped at once, seeing Kanbei emerge from his room, dressed only in a smoky gossamer bed gown, a long, black veil draped over his head.
"Shinno!" the Warrior called out to the older man.
Kanbei, however, continued to walk down the corridor. It was obvious that the whoremaster was in some kind of trance.
Shichiroji and Moeru padded after the concubine, keeping a short distance between them. After a few minutes of tailing the whoremaster, they saw Kanbei enter the Throne Room, the doors closing behind him. Grabbing Moeru, the Samurai ran inside, squeezing between the doors before they were locked out. As the Warrior had guessed, no one was closing the door. Greater was Shichiroji and Moeru's shock when they turned around to
find the concubine standing totally naked, except for the veil, in the middle of the great hall.
As Warrior and colt looked on, Kanbei began to dance -- his moves sinuous, enticing. With legs parted, bent at the knees, he swayed his hips in graceful, circular motions. His hands roamed all over his chest, fingers teasing his nipples into tight pebbles of desire.
Putting his feet together, the concubine bent his body forward, that his buttocks were thrust alluringly before the Samurai's eyes. Shichiroji swallowed hard as Kanbei parted the firm mounds to reveal the tiny opening hidden in between.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the catacombs, the three men continued their chant, waving their hands in the air, eyes shut tight, unaware that eight clawed hands had emerged through the holes on the door. Those hideous hands reached out in eagerness, tracing in the air the contours of a human
form.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shichiroji watched the whoremaster, mesmerized. But it was not because of the raw eroticism of the concubine's movements. Kanbei's wild dance was very familiar to him. He had seen this dance before, but he could not remember when and where. There was one vague memory that came to his mind, something about a carved wooden stick.
Suddenly, the concubine dashed up the dais, going to the throne. With utter lewdness, Kanbei danced around and around the throne, swaying his hips and thrusting his groin and rubbing the crack of his ass against the right post of the backrest. From beneath the velvet seat cushion, the whoremaster produced that carved wooden stick that the Samurai was struggling to remember.
At once, Shichiroji turned pale. The stick was a wooden phallus. Carved along its one-foot length were images of crawling snakes and demons. The lascivious smile on the concubine's lips was visible through the veil, as he licked the phallus and caressed it with his palms. Kanbei then sat on the throne, draping his long legs over the armrests, his
nether parts revealed completely to the Samurai. Hugging the phallus close to his chest, the whoremaster let its point tease his tiny nipples, while his left hand reached down to stroke and fondle his member to a full erection. Grinning, Kanbei gripped the phallus
tightly in his right hand and positioned it over the rosebud opening of his ass.
"KANBEI, NO!" Shichiroji spoke the concubine's real name in his panic as he rushed up the dais, realizing what the older man was about to do.
With one quick motion, Kanbei plunged the phallus' full length into his body.
~~~~~~~~~~
The motions of the three men became frenetic, lost in the throes and power of the black spell they were eliciting. The creature behind the carved doors was frenzied with lust, its hands moving and gesturing wildly as it caressed an invisible body before it. Its moans of
ecstasy were audible behind the door.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shichiroji's blue eyes were wide with horror and disgust, watching the older man thrust the wooden cock in and out of his body.
"KANBEI, STOP IT!" he cried, reaching down to grab that sexual device. "GIVE IT TO ME NOW!"
With a sneer, Kanbei gripped the Warrior's wrist with unnatural force, yanking Shichiroji's hand down to his groin. As he pulled the phallus out of his body, the concubine curled the Samurai's hand into a tight fist and thrust it inside his flesh. Shichiroji turned as white as a sheet, feeling the older man use his hand as a cock,
jabbing it fiercely within his channel. He tried to yank his hand back, but Kanbei held it in a tight grip.
"Damn it, Kanbei! What the hell are you doing?" To his dismay, blood trickled from the concubine's anus. Desperate to stop this traumatic fisting, Shichiroji raised his free hand and yanked the veil from the whoremaster's face. At once, a horrified scream was wrenched from his throat.
Under that black veil was the face of a hideous demon. It was not even just a single face, but two faces overlapping each other with blurring quickness, as though a weaving reflection in water. One face was obviously female, because of the blood red color of its lips. The other was male. But both had round red eyes, gleaming with evil, their noses small with flaring nostrils. Their mouths were opened wide, revealing razor sharp teeth. Its hair – black one moment and then fiery red the next – was tied in a ponytail at the top of its head.
"Who are you?" Shichiroji demanded. "Who the hell are you?"
Instead of answering, the demon jerked the Samurai's hand out of his ass. Grabbing the back of the Warrior's head, he forced Shichiroji's face down between the bloody region of his legs.
"LICK ME! SUCK ME!" the demon cried with great enthusiasm, keeping the Samurai's face trapped between his legs. "COME ON! I KNOW YOU WANT TO DO THIS! SHOW THIS WHORE WHAT KIND OF MAN YOU ARE!"
Using his hands for leverage on the armrests, Shichiroji pulled his head free, gasping for air, his face bloodied. Enraged, the Warrior's hands flew to the demon's neck, trying desperately to choke it, but to no avail. The demon merely laughed at his feeble attempts.
"WHERE'S KANBEI?" Shichiroji shouted in fury. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?"
"THE WHORE IS MINE, YOU HEAR ME!" the demon bellowed in return. "MINE!"
As the Samurai struggled with the demon, he suddenly heard a male voice cry out inside his mind.
// Help Kanbei, Shichiroji! // that voice begged him. // Please help him! //
?? But what am I going to do? // the Warrior asked in despair. // Tell me
what I must do! //
Then, something squeezed between Shichiroji and the demon. It was Moeru, standing on its hind legs, tears trickling from his round black eyes. With loving tenderness, the colt sought out Kanbei's nipple and nipped the tiny bud, beginning to suckle.
"GET IT OFF ME!" the demon cried in abhorrence, trying to break free from Moeru's grip on his tit. "GET THAT DAMNED THING OFF ME!"
At that moment, Shichiroji felt something -- an aura of warm sunshine that he knew belonged to the concubine. It was being stifled by the dark essence of the demon that had taken control of his mind and body. That same instant, inside him, he heard that voice again, this time, speaking in Hindi. Shichiroji himself did not realize that he himself was speaking in that same tongue aloud, along with that mysterious voice.
"ODALISK! HELL'S WHORE!" the Warrior declared, his voice becoming one with speaker's. "I BIND YOU TO THE DARKNESS FROM WHERE YOU CAME! POWERS OF LIGHT, CHAIN THIS INFERNAL CREATURE INTO ITS PRISON!"
Then, bending down, Shichiroji pressed his lips to Kanbei's.
~~~~~~~~~~
Down in the catacombs, the creature behind the doors let out a frustrated roar. Its hands retreated back into the room, the glow of its eyes slowly fading away. However, before it could return to the darkness of its prison, it banged fiercely on the doors, that single
noise reverberating throughout the Palace.
~~~~~~~~~~
The Warrior felt it the instant the evil presence left the concubine's body, like a sudden rush of foul air. At first, the whoremaster was seized by violent tremors, his entire body shaking. Arching his body upwards, a blood-curdling scream was wrenched from
Kanbei's throat.
"Kanbei! Kanbei, wake up!" Shichiroji cried, shaking the older man.
The concubine, however, would not stop screaming, his eyes wide with madness and terror.
Fearing that the whoremaster might lose his mind, Shichiroji slapped Kanbei hard in the face. The concubine sat up abruptly as he took a deep breath. Then, he fell back into the Samurai's arms in a faint.
At that moment, Masamune and Gorobei barged into the Throne Room, stunned to find Shichiroji, Kanbei and Moeru inside the hall. Moeru had the veil in his mouth which he handed over to the Warrior. With trembling hands, Shichiroji covered Kanbei's sweat-drenched face with the veil.
There was seething anger on Shichiroji' face as he turned to the two startled men. "WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS PLACE?"
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THE BLAZING TEMPEST
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version June 24, 2006
Chapter Twenty-Six
Somewhere beneath the Palace, within the deepest bowels of the catacombs, three men in black robes stood before two huge, stone doors. In the flickering light of the torch, one could see tiny images of humans, beasts and otherworldly creatures in various, bizarre positions of copulation. Interspersed between these grotesque lovers were skeletons wielding spears and swords. However, all these do not compare to the gigantic hideous figure in the center. The carving of the behemoth had large holes where its eyes and its hands should be. So terrible was its visage that the three men could not look at it,
keeping their heads lowered, not only as an act of obeisance, but of fear as well.
Getting down on their hands and knees, they bowed before this graven image, at the same time, beginning a chant in an ancient, long forgotten tongue, at first intoned softly, slowly getting louder and louder until their monotonous droning filled the catacombs.
With their heads bowed, the men did not see red lights begin to glow in the part of the carving that were the monster's eyes, gleaming with malevolence and rapacious lust.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shichiroji sat up on his bed with a start, his entire body drenched with sweat. Gazing down at his arms, he saw that his hair was standing on end. The Samurai's bed shook under him. Pulling up the covers, he found a terrified Moeru cowering under his bed.
Standing, Shichiroji urged the little colt out of his hiding place. Moeru quickly cuddled close to the Warrior, his whole body shaking.
"You sense it too, Moeru. The Dark Magic," Shichiroji whispered. "It's Ukyo and the others. I'm sure of it, but what kind of spell are they casting? A protection spell, a death prayer, a conjuration?"
The Samurai grabbed his robe and wrapped it around his body, tying the sash around his waist. "Moeru, stay here. I'm going to check on Kanbei."
The colt, however, vehemently, shook his head and bit into the hem of Shichiroji's robe with chattering teeth.
"All right, little one," said the Samurai, patting his head in reassurance. "You can come with me, but I want you to stay close."
Taking his spear, Shichiroji quietly went out into the corridor, with Moeru, still clinging to his robe, tagging along behind him. Surprisingly, unlike previous nights, the hallways were absolutely empty. No servants, no guards....there wasn't a single soul roaming the corridors of the Palace. He did not even have to guess where everyone was. Probably accustomed to their Master's occult activities, the Palace's inhabitants had decided to stay within the sanctuary of their chambers.
But just as Shichiroji and Moeru turned at the next corridor where the concubine's chamber was located, they stopped at once, seeing Kanbei emerge from his room, dressed only in a smoky gossamer bed gown, a long, black veil draped over his head.
"Shinno!" the Warrior called out to the older man.
Kanbei, however, continued to walk down the corridor. It was obvious that the whoremaster was in some kind of trance.
Shichiroji and Moeru padded after the concubine, keeping a short distance between them. After a few minutes of tailing the whoremaster, they saw Kanbei enter the Throne Room, the doors closing behind him. Grabbing Moeru, the Samurai ran inside, squeezing between the doors before they were locked out. As the Warrior had guessed, no one was closing the door. Greater was Shichiroji and Moeru's shock when they turned around to
find the concubine standing totally naked, except for the veil, in the middle of the great hall.
As Warrior and colt looked on, Kanbei began to dance -- his moves sinuous, enticing. With legs parted, bent at the knees, he swayed his hips in graceful, circular motions. His hands roamed all over his chest, fingers teasing his nipples into tight pebbles of desire.
Putting his feet together, the concubine bent his body forward, that his buttocks were thrust alluringly before the Samurai's eyes. Shichiroji swallowed hard as Kanbei parted the firm mounds to reveal the tiny opening hidden in between.
~~~~~~~~~~
In the catacombs, the three men continued their chant, waving their hands in the air, eyes shut tight, unaware that eight clawed hands had emerged through the holes on the door. Those hideous hands reached out in eagerness, tracing in the air the contours of a human
form.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shichiroji watched the whoremaster, mesmerized. But it was not because of the raw eroticism of the concubine's movements. Kanbei's wild dance was very familiar to him. He had seen this dance before, but he could not remember when and where. There was one vague memory that came to his mind, something about a carved wooden stick.
Suddenly, the concubine dashed up the dais, going to the throne. With utter lewdness, Kanbei danced around and around the throne, swaying his hips and thrusting his groin and rubbing the crack of his ass against the right post of the backrest. From beneath the velvet seat cushion, the whoremaster produced that carved wooden stick that the Samurai was struggling to remember.
At once, Shichiroji turned pale. The stick was a wooden phallus. Carved along its one-foot length were images of crawling snakes and demons. The lascivious smile on the concubine's lips was visible through the veil, as he licked the phallus and caressed it with his palms. Kanbei then sat on the throne, draping his long legs over the armrests, his
nether parts revealed completely to the Samurai. Hugging the phallus close to his chest, the whoremaster let its point tease his tiny nipples, while his left hand reached down to stroke and fondle his member to a full erection. Grinning, Kanbei gripped the phallus
tightly in his right hand and positioned it over the rosebud opening of his ass.
"KANBEI, NO!" Shichiroji spoke the concubine's real name in his panic as he rushed up the dais, realizing what the older man was about to do.
With one quick motion, Kanbei plunged the phallus' full length into his body.
~~~~~~~~~~
The motions of the three men became frenetic, lost in the throes and power of the black spell they were eliciting. The creature behind the carved doors was frenzied with lust, its hands moving and gesturing wildly as it caressed an invisible body before it. Its moans of
ecstasy were audible behind the door.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shichiroji's blue eyes were wide with horror and disgust, watching the older man thrust the wooden cock in and out of his body.
"KANBEI, STOP IT!" he cried, reaching down to grab that sexual device. "GIVE IT TO ME NOW!"
With a sneer, Kanbei gripped the Warrior's wrist with unnatural force, yanking Shichiroji's hand down to his groin. As he pulled the phallus out of his body, the concubine curled the Samurai's hand into a tight fist and thrust it inside his flesh. Shichiroji turned as white as a sheet, feeling the older man use his hand as a cock,
jabbing it fiercely within his channel. He tried to yank his hand back, but Kanbei held it in a tight grip.
"Damn it, Kanbei! What the hell are you doing?" To his dismay, blood trickled from the concubine's anus. Desperate to stop this traumatic fisting, Shichiroji raised his free hand and yanked the veil from the whoremaster's face. At once, a horrified scream was wrenched from his throat.
Under that black veil was the face of a hideous demon. It was not even just a single face, but two faces overlapping each other with blurring quickness, as though a weaving reflection in water. One face was obviously female, because of the blood red color of its lips. The other was male. But both had round red eyes, gleaming with evil, their noses small with flaring nostrils. Their mouths were opened wide, revealing razor sharp teeth. Its hair – black one moment and then fiery red the next – was tied in a ponytail at the top of its head.
"Who are you?" Shichiroji demanded. "Who the hell are you?"
Instead of answering, the demon jerked the Samurai's hand out of his ass. Grabbing the back of the Warrior's head, he forced Shichiroji's face down between the bloody region of his legs.
"LICK ME! SUCK ME!" the demon cried with great enthusiasm, keeping the Samurai's face trapped between his legs. "COME ON! I KNOW YOU WANT TO DO THIS! SHOW THIS WHORE WHAT KIND OF MAN YOU ARE!"
Using his hands for leverage on the armrests, Shichiroji pulled his head free, gasping for air, his face bloodied. Enraged, the Warrior's hands flew to the demon's neck, trying desperately to choke it, but to no avail. The demon merely laughed at his feeble attempts.
"WHERE'S KANBEI?" Shichiroji shouted in fury. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?"
"THE WHORE IS MINE, YOU HEAR ME!" the demon bellowed in return. "MINE!"
As the Samurai struggled with the demon, he suddenly heard a male voice cry out inside his mind.
// Help Kanbei, Shichiroji! // that voice begged him. // Please help him! //
?? But what am I going to do? // the Warrior asked in despair. // Tell me
what I must do! //
Then, something squeezed between Shichiroji and the demon. It was Moeru, standing on its hind legs, tears trickling from his round black eyes. With loving tenderness, the colt sought out Kanbei's nipple and nipped the tiny bud, beginning to suckle.
"GET IT OFF ME!" the demon cried in abhorrence, trying to break free from Moeru's grip on his tit. "GET THAT DAMNED THING OFF ME!"
At that moment, Shichiroji felt something -- an aura of warm sunshine that he knew belonged to the concubine. It was being stifled by the dark essence of the demon that had taken control of his mind and body. That same instant, inside him, he heard that voice again, this time, speaking in Hindi. Shichiroji himself did not realize that he himself was speaking in that same tongue aloud, along with that mysterious voice.
"ODALISK! HELL'S WHORE!" the Warrior declared, his voice becoming one with speaker's. "I BIND YOU TO THE DARKNESS FROM WHERE YOU CAME! POWERS OF LIGHT, CHAIN THIS INFERNAL CREATURE INTO ITS PRISON!"
Then, bending down, Shichiroji pressed his lips to Kanbei's.
~~~~~~~~~~
Down in the catacombs, the creature behind the doors let out a frustrated roar. Its hands retreated back into the room, the glow of its eyes slowly fading away. However, before it could return to the darkness of its prison, it banged fiercely on the doors, that single
noise reverberating throughout the Palace.
~~~~~~~~~~
The Warrior felt it the instant the evil presence left the concubine's body, like a sudden rush of foul air. At first, the whoremaster was seized by violent tremors, his entire body shaking. Arching his body upwards, a blood-curdling scream was wrenched from
Kanbei's throat.
"Kanbei! Kanbei, wake up!" Shichiroji cried, shaking the older man.
The concubine, however, would not stop screaming, his eyes wide with madness and terror.
Fearing that the whoremaster might lose his mind, Shichiroji slapped Kanbei hard in the face. The concubine sat up abruptly as he took a deep breath. Then, he fell back into the Samurai's arms in a faint.
At that moment, Masamune and Gorobei barged into the Throne Room, stunned to find Shichiroji, Kanbei and Moeru inside the hall. Moeru had the veil in his mouth which he handed over to the Warrior. With trembling hands, Shichiroji covered Kanbei's sweat-drenched face with the veil.
There was seething anger on Shichiroji' face as he turned to the two startled men. "WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS PLACE?"
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