The Blazing Tempest

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 29, 2006


Chapter Forty-Two

Kanbei nearly jumped as the doors slammed shut with a loud bang behind him. However, his attention was soon focused upon the monstrous figure seated on the throne.

True, the Odalisk's fierce, grotesque countenance could strike fear in the hearts of any man who saw it. Now, however, the demon's entire body had assumed a chalky, dirty-white hue, like unpolished marble. Indeed, at first glance, the concubine thought that it was a statue instead of a living being. As it stood up, it was even bigger than he remembered. This time, the Odalisk was completely naked, revealing to his startled brown eyes those full, pale breasts and their large nipples and the enormous member that was already standing erect.

The Odalisk's eyes focused upon the sword the concubine held in his hand. "Do you want to kill us, Little Prince?"

Kanbei glanced down at the sword, but in his fear, would not release it. "No. I just decided that..." He lowered his gaze. "I don't want to die a whore."

"And this explains the warrior garb from your homeland," the demon mused. "Still, so beautiful you are tonight. A true samurai! Is it your intent to do battle with us?"

"No," the concubine repeated. "I made a promise to you, and I always keep my promises. It's just that..." As he raised his head, a tear trickled from his eye. "For once in my life, I want to feel like a true samurai again. This...sacrifice...I want to face it as a warrior and not a dolled-up whore." Kanbei shook his head. "I'm sorry. I really don't know how I could explain myself any better."

"Garments do not a warrior make, Little Prince," the Odalisk told him. "Your willingness and courage to face us now and accept your fate are traits of a TRUE warrior. Even those who profess to be your masters outside cannot claim to possess such qualities."

"I've asked you this before. After we do this, what happens after?'

"And I told you before as well, it would depend upon your choice of a master and his wish."

There was hesitation in the whoremaster. His hand flew up to the crystal he knew was inside his chest. "Do you know that I have the Amesha Spenta Stone inside me?"

To his surprise, the Odalisk shook its heads. "No. We did not."

"Your...attraction...towards me. Your desire to do me some kindness by healing my wounds. Perhaps it was this crystal that was the cause."

An almost human smile formed on the face of the demon's female head. "No, Little Prince. It was definitely not the crystal. That first time we met, there was something about you that drew us to you. It was so strong that we couldn't help NOT doing anything to ease your sufferings. At first, we did not know what it was. But when you left us, we realized that it was your soul that touched us. No man, not even that sniveling bitch who was the sacrifice before you, affected us this badly."

The Odalisk bent down and picked something up behind the throne. Slowly, it went down the stairs of the dais and handed it to the concubine. "Here, Little Prince! You left this behind when you went on your journey."

Kanbei took what the demon was giving him. He saw that it was an old rag doll, a fragile image of the warrior he once was. As he hugged the doll close to his cheek, the memories came flooding back.


// Kanbei walked dazed through the catacombs, his abused body and the bleeding region between his small legs causing him agony with every step. Ukyo had been most thorough in his punishment, after the way he had demanded to the demon that it not grant the Amanushi's wish. With his mind fogged, he did not realize that he had found his way to the Odalisk's chamber.

"Pretty Little Prince!" the male head cooed to him as strong arms suddenly lifted him up. "Why do you weep?"

"I'M NOT A WHORE!" Kanbei shouted, believing that it was Ukyo who was holding him. "STOP CALLING ME A WHORE!"

The female head glared at her male counterpart. "He is right! Do not call him that!" Cradling him in its embrace, she said, "That's it, Little Prince! Cry it all out! Tell us your pains. Don't hold it inside you."

And he did as he was told. It was the first time that the samurai had revealed to anyone his story – of his previous life as a warrior, the sacrifice he had done to ensure the safety of his dearest spouse, his betrayal and abandonment, and, finally, his ultimate condemnation to a life of whoring. Throughout his narrative and his bitter tears, the Odalisk listened to him, its hands rubbing his back and brushing through his sable locks, healing the despondent man with its meager abilities.

When his sobs were nothing more than soft hiccups, the Odalisk seated him on its lap. Kanbei gazed up at the two hideous heads that were staring down at him. Surprisingly, he felt no fear. Only that intense fascination. He even reached up a tentative hand to touch those bat wing-shaped ears. When the male head gave him a teasing snarl, he quickly pulled his hand back, fearing he had angered it. With a snort of disgust, the female head willed one of its hands to wallop the male in the face, causing the concubine to burst into giggles.

"How are you feeling, Little Prince?" she asked the concubine.

"I'm fine now," he said shyly. He raised his now clean legs. "Thank you for taking the pain away." Giving the Odalisk the sweetest smile, he said, "Thank you so much, my Lord, my Lady!"

Ruffling the concubine's hair with a clawed hand, the male head said fondly, "Such a delightful man, you are."

A blush rose on the Kanbei's cheeks. All he could say was a flustered, "Thank you." Regaining his composure, he beamed, "You know? You surprised me. The demons I have read are evil and cruel. But you are warm and kind."

That remark was unexpected. "Certainly not the traits you'd expect from a minion from Hell, is that what you mean?"

"I wouldn't say that, but..." The concubine nodded once, humming, "Uhm hmm."

The female head raised her hand and playfully pinched Kanbei's nose. "You are a bad influence on us, Little Prince!"

"Don't you mean I'm a GOOD influence?"

Silence fell between the two heads. The male head then remarked to its companion, "Why don't you give our Little Prince the present that you made for him?"

"A present? For me?" The concubine looked curiously at the Odalisk, but a surprised smile formed on his face when the demon waved a rag doll before his delighted eyes. He accepted the gift and hugged it tenderly.

"It looks so much like you," the female head commented, smiling.

"Yes, it does. I'm going to call him 'Little Prince', like what you call me. My father never gave me toys when I was still a child." Remembering his manners, the concubine said gratefully, "I will treasure this forever." He then stood on the tips of his toes and bestowed sweet kisses on the cheeks of both heads of the Odalisk. //


Tears flowed freely from Kanbei's eyes as he embraced the doll. "But Ukyo would not let me keep my Little Prince. When it was time for me to leave Ain Mehira, he took my precious doll away, saying that a catamite like me doesn't need a toy. I completely forgot all about it…and about you. Hardship has a way of making you forget all the good that has happened to you in the past. I never thought I would see my beloved doll again." He looked questioningly at the demon. "You kept it all this time?"

"Yes," the Odalisk answered. "It is yours after all. We thought you would want to have it back when you return."

"While I was journeying all over the world, did you watch over me? Were you the one who healed me during my travels? Or was it the Stone?"

"You were out of our reach, Little Prince, to do anything to help you. With our powers trapped inside the crystal, our abilities are extremely limited. Even with you here, we could only do little. As for the Stone... We told you this before, Little Prince. We only brought out what was already inside you right from the beginning. You have a touch of the healing gift. We believe the Stone, sensing your need for healing, as it has temporarily become a part of you, did the same. You have nothing to thank us for. Little Prince, you healed yourself."

"But, it was you, and your powers inside the Stone, that allowed this...gift...of mine to surface. Why should I not thank you! And…there is also something else to thank you for." Kanbei raised the doll to it. "You took care of my dearest friend." He lowered his sword and set the doll down beside it. Slowly, he walked towards the demon until he was standing close to it. "Now is the right time. I come to you willingly, to...use...as you wish."

"Ah, but you've got it wrong, Little Prince. It is you who must please us."

Kanbei looked quizzically at the Odalisk. Standing on tiptoe, he lifted his hands, caressing the demon's two faces. "I will try my best, but I will have you know. Should you desire me, you are free to do whatever you wish."

The Odalisk was about to say more, but the concubine silenced both of its heads with loving kisses on their lips. Heat, fueled by an emotion that was alien to the demon, filled its body. Contrary to its earlier words, its eight arms instinctively embraced the whoremaster. Human and demon did a slow dance, edging closer and closer towards the steps. As it sat down on the dais, it made to pull the human to it. Kanbei, however, eased away a bit. As the Odalisk watched, the concubine let his outer robe fall from his shoulder. Before he could remove his inner garments, the demon raised its four right hands in a halting gesture.

"Leave it on," the Odalisk suggested. "We shall take care of it. You would look like an alluring siren in a disheveled state. Nothing like a beautiful half-dressed mortal to wet our appetites."

Smiling at that praise, the concubine obeyed its wishes. Still, the Odalisk tarried, taking exquisite slowness to remove, one by one, the buttons of his frock uniform. When it was done, the demon yanked it down to the concubine's waist.

As hands gripped his trim waist, Kanbei leaned forward, his milk-filled chest thrust before the demon's faces. Eagerly, the Odalisk embraced the luscious mortal and captured those engorged nipples between their lips. Kanbei gasped as the demon suckled voraciously on his aching tits.

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"I wonder what's going on in there," Hyogo mused, poking the tip of his sword at a snorting Moeru. "Damn it! I want to see the demon fuck that slut out of his mind!"

Both Shichiroji and the colt made to stand and attack the lunatic warrior, but Kikuchiyo quickly stopped them by raising his arm, blocking them. With jaw firm, he shook his head. With exasperated snorts, Shichiroji and Moeru plopped back down on the floor. Leaning against the wall, he urged the fuming colt to lay his head on his lap.

When Hyogo inched forward to harass the little horse once more, Shichiroji casually warned, "I suggest you stop poking your sword at Moeru. This time, he might get it into his head to finish what he started. He might succeed this time in biting off that limp sausage between your legs that you call a cock."

Hearing this, Hyogo stopped at once. Glaring at the Samurai, the warrior grudgingly took his seat beside Ukyo.

Breathing in deeply, a wicked grin formed on Ukyo' lips. "Come now, Shichiroji-kun!"

"Stop calling me that! I'm not your plaything any more!" Shichiroji said sulkily.

Ignoring that retort, the Amanushi of Ain Mehira continued, "Aren't you the least bit curious about what's happening inside? What a pity that we are deprived of the opportunity of witnessing the final performance of the world's best whore!"

Every muscle in Shichiroji tensed, ready to spring.

"Don't, Shichiroji!" Kikuchiyo sternly cautioned his comrade.

"I can't sit here and do nothing!" the Samurai hissed in his face. "Let me wring their necks!"

"Patience, Shichinoji. Patience! It will be our turn to act soon enough."

"In the meantime, I don't know what's happening to Kanbei."

"He's all right. I told you to have faith in him."

"Faith?" the Warrior asked in sarcasm. "For all I know, he needs me right now. He could be in pain or the gods know what else!"

"Would you like to see, Samurai?" the Odalisk's voice suddenly entered his mind. "Would you like to stand witness to our joining? Or, better yet, perhaps you would want to share in our bliss?"

"WHAT THE..."

Before Shichiroji knew what was happening, his awareness was wrenched from his body. There was a disorienting, terrifying feeling of falling into a deep, dark abyss. Instead of the expected hard, painful landing, however, his descent was slowed until finally coming to a stop. Through his closed eyelids, some light seeped through. His ears caught the sounds of ecstatic moaning. Waves of pleasure shot through his body, originating from a region between his legs that did not exist in men. Before the sensations could ensnare his mental faculties completely, Shichiroji dared to open his eyes.

At first, it was disconcerting. It was like looking through two pairs of eyes. But the obvious focus of attention was the tousled head between those muscular thighs, hand stroking an enormous member. That head lifted momentarily to reveal Kanbei's flushed handsome face, tongue licking his full lips moist with the fluids from the demon's female orifice.

"Kanbei!" Shichiroji desperately called out to his lover. "KANBEI!"

The concubine, however, did not hear him. With a graceful motion, he straddled the Odalisk's hips and sheathed himself inside that female opening. At the same time, he lowered his chest to the demon's two faces.

Shichiroji gasped as alien, female sensations washed over his entire being like a tidal wave, the taste of the concubine's sweet milk filling his mouth. Kanbei was exquisitely and painfully slow, determined to give his infernal lover pleasure, totally unaware that Shichiroji was also a recipient of his erotic attentions. Their arrival at the peak proved to be a surprise for the Samurai. Again, he felt like he was falling, but the buoyant waves of female orgasm cushioned his descent. What stopped him from surrendering to the sensations was a painful tightening in his groin, and a desperation to shoot his load from the massive cannon that was his cock.

Probably sensing the Odalisk's, and his, distress, Kanbei carefully removed his now limp member from that velvet sheath. Coating that large, over one-foot long manroot with the copious juices from the demon's female opening, he then positioned himself on his hands and knees, pulling the Odalisk with him through his tight grip on that gigantic cock. Firming his hold on that member, Kanbei took a deep breath and impaled himself on one-third of that immense length.

Seeing the tears that trickled from the concubine's eyes, Shichiroji began to weep as well. "Kanbei, no! Stop it! Please stop!"

What answered him was the Odalisk's strained voice. "There's no stopping this, Shichiroji! Not while he makes us feel so damned good!"

As the Samurai looked on in horror, the demon's arms reached forward. The top pair gripped the whoremaster's wrists while the second pair of arms cupped his chest. The third pair of arms wrapped around Kanbei's waist while the fourth pair spread and gripped his thighs. With one mighty move, the Odalisk sat back, yanking the mortal with it, that the concubine was seated on its lap, fully impaled. That move and the tremendous pain of his tearing channel that followed caused a scream to be wrenched from Kanbei's throat.

"Don't hurt him, damn you!" Shichiroji cried. "Leave him alone!"

This time, there was no reply, because the Odalisk was moving, thrusting upwards into the concubine's velvet heat. To Shichiroji's dismay, he too was moving his hips in time with those thrusts. As he watched, the demon secured Kanbei's hands behind its neck. Clawed fingers mercilessly squeezed those button nipples that they squirted out twin fountains of sweet milk. The hands that were earlier gripping the whoremaster's waist were now wrapped around the concubine's burgeoning erection.

"AAAHHHH!" the Samurai screamed as he orgasmed violently, his come flooding his trousers. He felt slickness on his hands from the concubine's spilling on the demon's hands. Shichiroji thought it was over.

To his shock, however, Kanbei lay down on his back, his body glistening with sweat, and tucked his legs close to his chest. The sight of the dew and blood-tinged rose blossom between his legs was an invitation the Odalisk could not resist.

"NOOOO!" the Samurai bellowed in rage as the demon used the concubine once more. This time, the Odalisk's thrusts were rough and hard, eliciting grunts of pain from Kanbei's full, luscious lips. Again, Shichiroji felt his hips pounding along. It was like he himself was raping Kanbei.

Overwhelmed by the mind-blowing climax, the Warrior at first did not realize that it was over at last. What registered to the Samurai's bliss-fogged mind was the sight of the poor, but brave, concubine slowly getting to his feet. Kanbei's beauty caused his breath to catch in his throat. Never had the whoremaster looked as beautiful as he was now -- his firm body flushed and bruised, dressed only in a loose robe, blood and other fluids trickling down his legs, and the Amesha Spenta Stone shining in the space between his red wine nipples that continued to dribble milk.

"Have I pleased you, my friends?" Kanbei asked breathlessly. Shichiroji was taken aback by that word 'friends.'

"More than enough, Little Prince," the Odalisk replied, clearly sated. "More than enough."

"I have fulfilled my side of the ritual. Now, it is your turn."

To Shichiroji's surprise, he could actually sense the hesitation in the demon.

The Odalisk then began, "Have you chosen your Master as I have advised you to?"

"Yes," the concubine nodded. "I have."

"And do you have his wish ready to be uttered from your beautiful lips?"

"Yes."

"Then, tell me, Little Prince. Which Master did you choose?"

There was a moment's heart-pounding silence. Kanbei took a deep breath and gazed firmly into the Odalisk's eyes, chin raised proudly. "I am the Master of my destiny! I am the Master of my fate! No man is lord over me except myself!"

Shichiroji felt tears of happiness pouring from his eyes at that declaration. Indeed, he could feel the joy in the demon as well.

"You have chosen wisely, Little Prince," the Odalisk said proudly. "As I knew you would. Now, tell me your wish that I might grant it."'

When the concubine spoke once more, Shichiroji's heart suddenly stopped. His whole body felt like it was drenched in frigid water.

"One life for the lives of millions, my friends," was Kanbei's answer.

"I do not understand," the demon remarked in confusion.

"Once you are freed from this prison, you will destroy the world of humanity that I hold dear. I cannot allow that to happen. I would rather die than see all humankind sent to extinction."

"Why do you make this wish, Little Prince? After the things you went through, the things you have suffered, why would you desire this miserable world to endure?"

Tears welled up in Kanbei's eyes. "Because not all people are at fault for the sufferings I have endured. I believe that even those who have done me wrong deserve to make amends for what they have done in some form in their lives. This world, despite its hardships and pains, is still a world of faith, hope, forgiveness and love." A smile formed on his lips. "I've learned this lesson from a man I care for above all else. I do not want to see this world destroyed." Kanbei cocked up his head up proudly. "It is my wish that in exchange for the salvation of my world, you would take my life and my soul."

"NO, KANBEI! WISH FOR SOMETHING ELSE!" cried Shichiroji in despair. "BUT NOT THAT! DO NOT SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE, KANBEI! FOR OUR LOVE, DON'T WISH TO DIE!"

Even the Odalisk was taken aback by this pronouncement. "Could you not be dissuaded from making this wish, Little Prince? You have chosen your Master well, but this is not the wish I expected to hear from you. I ask, no, I beg you! Wish for something else!"

To the Samurai's dismay, Kanbei shook his head. "No. This is my wish, and I ask that you grant it."

"NO, DON'T DO IT!" the Samurai turned his pleas to the demon. "TAKE MY LIFE INSTEAD! PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM!"

But the Odalisk's sorrowful reply was, "Little Prince, your wish is my command."

Before he could argue, Shichiroji was slammed back inside his body. With a heart-wrenching scream, he sat up abruptly. He found himself staring at Kikuchiyo's pale face and Moeru's tear-filled eyes. Judging from their expressions and the ranting and ravings of a furious Ukyo and Hyogo, who were banging at the doors of the Throne Room, the Odalisk had made them aware of the concubine's choice.

"DAMN YOU, YOU SLUT! YOU WHORE!" Ukyo raged. "OPEN THIS DOOR!"

Suddenly, the four men and the colt were plunged into darkness as the shadow of the moon covered the sun. Then, the door opened, revealing a blinding light inside the Throne Room. As one, they entered the chamber.

"KANBEI, NO!" Shichiroji screamed at the heart-breaking sight that greeted them.

Kanbei was floating in the air, his robe fluttering around him, the Amesha Spenta Stone glowing from his chest. The Odalisk reached out its hand and plunged its clawed fingers through the whoremaster's breast. When it pulled its hand back, the Stone was in its grasp. It then placed the crystal through an opening in its own chest, the cavity sealing. Limp and lifeless, like an autumn leaf, Kanbei sagged down to the floor.

Forgetting about the demon in their midst, Shichiroji and Moeru rushed towards the concubine, with the Samurai cradling Kanbei's cold form in his arms. Moeru whinnied frantically, nudging that limp hand with his nose, but now, his beloved Master did not raise his hand to caress his brow. Shichiroji was horrified to discover that he could no longer sense the concubine's chi within. He would not revive as a samurai. Shimada Kanbei was dead.

A keening wail rushed out of the Samurai's throat as he cradled his dead lover in his arms, rocking him to and fro. Even Moeru was howling in grief. Soon, another anguished voice joined theirs. As the Warrior and the colt looked up, they saw that the Odalisk too was weeping and wailing over the loss of the dead whoremaster, all eight of its hands clenched into tight fists raised in the air. That infernal wail was deafening.

Then, suddenly, the Odalisk stopped its anguished cry. Slowly, it looked at the warriors one by one -- Ukyo, Hyogo, Kikuchiyo and Shichiroji. Gnashing its teeth in fury, it began to glow with a white light, its palms open. When the light vanished, the demon held eight sharp swords in its hands.

With red eyes ablaze with grief and hatred, the Odalisk approached the warriors menacingly. "YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS! BECAUSE OF YOU, OUR LITTLE PRINCE SACRIFICED HIS LIFE! IF WE CANNOT TAKE THE WORLD, WE WILL DESTROY YOU INSTEAD! WE WILL TAKE YOUR SOULS INTO HELL WITH US!"


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