Ikigai

I jump and roll coming back up to my feet in a sprint with the vicious creatures still at my heels and flanking me as they move swiftly through the foliage of thick vegetation in varied shades of greens, blues and reds that blur as I sprint. The pack of mustela all a minimum of 3 feet tall and over 6 feet long move swiftly on all fours with unrivalled agility across the twisting trees that flow one into another like a single seamless plant acting as a perfect roadway for these predators.

The pack is difficult to deal with without a party of members or great area of attack abilities but I have neither so I run and ambush them as they come too close with their razor sharp teeth that can cut through leather armour with ease.

I swerve left and slash down barely stopping but taking the weasel beast perfectly on its neck loping the head clean off in the single exchange. I keep running, my pace barely slacking but I can feel the fresh energy of the kill in an almost perceptible way collecting itself around me, the benefits of a dungeon.

These are still the Outer Lands of the Dawn Dungeon though, we’ve been back to the Tundra only a few years and I haven’t advanced enough yet to face off against my dream opponent, I am yet to meet my uncle the Dungeon Master of the Dawn.

The mustela chase me off now but I'll back, I always come back.

[Bam!]

[Haaaar...!]

I roar out my raw frustration as Andrew takes the brunt of the rhinoza’s charge with his steel reinforced wooden door shield shattering it into splinters from the single exchange and coming away with a twist, arm useless at his side. The rhinoza barely slows as it runs past him before slowing and turning lumberously. Its only weakness its inability to turn smoothly and I take advantage of the opening sending out darts that ricochet against its face.

And there begins our battle of attrition as the thing charges at me with a deceptively fast speed for its size and I dodge and attack it’s impregnable skin with darts to the face. I’m aiming for the eye but the thing’s eyes are tiny and on an awkward position on its face. I haven’t been able to get past this stage in the dungeon yet but I have studied all there is to study about this dungeon. I know the lore of every single stage the adventurers and the other warriors that have finished it speak off. I even know the best way to kill the rhinozas are blunt heavy weapons but unfortunely I’m not built like a Barbarian man or a Jotnar woman so I use my long swords and poison darts and I eventually do manage to slow it down with darts to the eye.

I hate taking the others on dungeon dives but mama Kuyoki says I have to be nice to them, at least Andrew and Erabus aren’t as useless as the rest of them. All the other kids that grow up in Paradisum know how to do is fight, drink and build things. None of them are deep thinker and a dungeon needs forethought to finish, Nikita wants to go back home so badly but for whatever reason da has dragged us up here to his homeland and mama Shea has let him. To be honest I like it here, Ii like it a lot more than I’ve confessed to anyone nor am I willing to, but again da seems to always know what I'm thinking. How he keeps finding me when he has so many other children to worry about is a mystery, but I do appreciate it somewhat. I wish I had more privacy though...

The river is the part I’ve been most dreading as my water skills are laughable at best but this is the stage I have to go through before coming face to face with Uncle Dee for the first time and I’m excited, and I’m wondering whether or not he will even know who I am. People have died in this dungeon, people I know and I am taking it as seriously as I take any fight because I know I could die. But Da and them also have a lot of stories they tell about their time together with Uncle Dee and I just have to meet him, I have to. No one knows the real reason I’ve been trying to conquer this dungeon and I probably don’t even know myself anymore.

But I know that I started it because I wanted to meet this uncle whose rage I apparently inherited, and I wanted to have a story about him to tell to da and Uncle Om myself one day. I was young when I dreamed that up but it has been enough to push me this far so it can’t be as stupid a reason as it sounds to me, right?

*

Sachihiro

We’ve been at it for a while now, making love and dominating each other, fighting in the bedroom as I please my mate as she pleases me. She tries, she truly tries to resist and gain the upper hand sometimes but she is a slave to the pleasure I bring to her and our coupling is always an interesting adventurous struggle.

I’ve just given her the sixth orgasm she has had in this session and she is completely dough in my hands at this point accenting to the slightest of gestures without resistence. I love brining Shea to this state but it also has a purpose and as I slowly pull out of the warm wet hugging embrace of her cunt I drag the head of my cock across her perineum and pause before slowly applying pressure again on her anus. She whimpers from below me as her sphincter concedes enthusiastically to my demands, something that still cause her shame to enjoy but its also something she looks forward to when we have privacy.

There is a little perverse pleasure I take from making her a slave to my desires, of reducing Shea to enjoying something she doesn’t like to admit she enjoys; having that power over her that keeps her aware that I am the head of this household.

Shea had never been fucked in the ass before I came back from Tiba, I teased her into the activity until she acquisited, we gained an understanding that was cemented when she forgot herself and became a man as I fucked her. The first time that happened I was surprised when I felt her seed shoot out onto my stomach as my own shot into her body. But it happened and I realised I wasn’t disgusted or repulse as I always thought I would be if ever I found myself in a similar situation.

Even now I’m ploughing into her anus with a nice hard rhythm in languid concentration; the pleasure of being fully one in sex is unspeakable. The physical sensations, the feel, the aura, the entanglement of the spirits to each other and the knowledge of what we are doing to each other, the unity we have as I plough hard into her. A connection of intimecy whose depth can only be achieved with one bonded to as a mate.

Shea makes those sweet sounds she makes when I’m being pleasantly hard on her with every thrust of my pelvic against her gridle. The juices from her cunt leaking copiously out lubricating further the work we are currently busy with making my thrusting even smoother, harder. Her sphincter like all my wives is very elastic and tied with engorged sensitive nerves thanks to the charmed anal plugs I have invested into for all of them.

It is at this point that I feel something warm, soft and hardening rapidly growing between us from her previously very wet cunt opening was. I can see it with my awareness growing and taking shape as she/he pushes herself/himself hard against my thrusts into her/him. The sweet moaning turns into a deeper moaning and the curved hips and behind I’m thrusting into change shape slightly. Her cock comes out between us in all it’s glory, her legs still on my elbows as we please each other.

My erection doesn’t even flag for a moment as I am one with my mate and my mate is one with me. If there is anything I appreciate most about my training as a priest of the Brothel it’s how to achieve this state of presence and sexual enlightenment, I know the purpose of sex is this, to become whole again. Complete as male and female, dispurse the solitude of being alone in the world, become one.

I look down between us and watch as the semen oozes out of my mates cock lubricating my abdomen as we are both lost in each other. I look up at his face and he is lost in pleasure as I take him as any man takes what’s his. I lean in and kiss him deeply making him pant heavily, grasp clenching hard around his throat as we both near the point of no return for the seventh time.

We cry out together as I grunt into him/her as he groans holding me close as he comes all over both of us as the sterile scent of spilled seed fills my nostrils. I give him another peck on the lips before groaning again as I stand on almost shaky legs. Her eyes are on my naked body as she transitions into a woman again watching me with a little smile on her face like she has something to say still.

‘’Yes dear?’’ I send and she shakes her head negatively before stretching with her hands over her head like a Cheshire cat. Her beautiful milky body exciting my passions still, she's so beautiful.

This is how the unspoken tension between Shea and I was solved when I got back from my mission in Tiba, I fucked him into submission, and as the one that fucks somehow intrinsicly I am still the giver and him the receiver. I smile as she limps up into a standing position, showcasing the strength and power concentrated in that attractively shaped body of hers. At some point when you really love someone the line between male and female blurs, I’m not sure when it happened but Shea the man is as much mine as Shea the woman.

She winks watching me watch her sexily get hair out her face. She saunters out of the room still naked from our coupling I can’t not watch her beautiful behind walk away from me.

"Sachi!'' A shocked and fearful Ingwe has me up and ready for anything with Kata held defensively in my left hand as I scan the bedroom for whatever it is that shocked her. I was sleeping peacefully but her distressed shout cut through my faded dreams like a siren's call.

It's not even 20 seconds later and Mira and Saya are in the room looking around Mira with her kurasigami trainling behind her smoking with a black miasma of its own. She too pauses as though shocked after her first glimps of the surroundings and the unspoken mental communication that was taking place between us spatteres out as she looks at me open mouthed.

''What?'' I ask the three women who are joined by Kuyoki with naked steel and it is her that points towards my crocth for me to investigate. I feel it before I see it as I look down between my legs to discover that my beloved cock is completly and utterly gone.

''Shit!'' I whisper as my heart rate increases and a slight panic starts setting in as I see the same panic in my three mates. My eldest daughter looking on more in facinated wonder than through empathy of the situation I find myself in. What the fuck did that Ancient Beast ram do to me when she had me unconscious in her care? is my first thought.

But even as I think about my cock it stirs and my skin morphes as a cock shaped appendage slowly grows out of my skin like a burried creature rising from the grave. It tingles pleasantly as it grows back, I'm releived worried. What the fuck is going on? We silently communicate with Mira pulling Saya back to their spar with ingwe, Shea and I getting ready to test if everything still works the same.

*

The sidhe of Paradisum stand before three sidhe and the two groups eye each other with hostility across the distance.

Who are they?

They are guards.

Sidhe Oasis steps forward and the very ground flays becoming crystalline and crumbling before being blow away by an unfelt gust of air with every step he takes forward against an opposite force that has me and everything else in the world rooted in place.

There is power and there is Power and I here am witnessing true power for the first time as the strange a guard suddenly appears not 7 meters away from Sidhe Oasis holding up an invisible load apparently so heavy that his legs break the ground into dust particles that whimper in a frequency I have never before heard/felt in nature.

I can't really hear it but I know it's a whimper because I feel through Honour as the sidhe guard now stands in a 1m deep crater and Oasis doesn’t appear to have actually taken a step.

‘’Perhaps we should move into the Cort before we break Gaia enough for her to take notice,’’ One of the foreign sidhe from the Sidhe Court world of Aula, what they for some reason refer to as Cort for some reason.

‘’Yes, I think that would be for the best.’’ The deep beautiful voice of the sidhe guard that caught Oasis’ attack is everywhere at once at the same time before simply disappearing as though melted away somehow.

‘’Bring the witness,’’ Sidhe Carmella says as Oasis steps forward without waiting for any response and I find myself following closely in their wake pulled by an impossible force. The sidhe are measuring dicks and I am right in their mist but I’m following Oasis, the sidhe male just has something about him that scream 'I will destroy you completely from existence if you test me’, an utterly ruthless aura.

I follow against my will and no one says a word as a human enters the groove of trees and into Cort, a fae world.