Her back pressed against the wall, Azusa was getting assaulted standing up. She didn’t feel the coolness of the surface. Slender jabs of pain interrupted that solace.
Hemp ropes crisscrossed her bountiful upper torso, her breast jutting out from among the fluffy frayed strands—an unbearably arousing posture.
Her right leg raised, Hyota had his face buried between her thighs, lapping at her like a dog at a bowl of water. The disgust on Azusa’s face was colored by naked arousal.
It’d been going on for ten minutes now. Her loins were sloppy with saliva and cum. Whatever she secreted Hyota sucked up, and never seemed to tire of the effort.
Her folds belonged to him. Licking her slit, teasing her bud and thrusting deeper. It simply didn’t end. Penetrating her with his thick tongue, twisting and writhing with a stubborn unyielding tenacity, as if spelunking his way through the soft flesh.
When it came to a woman’s sex, Hyota’s hunger knew no depths. The sounds were already spilling from her lips. The pleasure filling her brimming body was sharp as a knife, impossible to hold in.
“Does that feel good?”
“It feels fine.”
He asked the question over and over. Feel good? Followed by Feels fine. She wasn’t lying. Didn’t matter what man the tongue belonged to, the ripe fruit responded.
Hyota was into ropes as well. “Turn around,” he commanded her.
Azusa did as she was told. Pressed her cheek against the concrete pillar, thrust out her ass. Hyota grabbed her ass. His fingers dug into her buttocks and got straight down to business, screwing his tongue into her ass, shaking his head back and forth as he attempted to burrow in.
His sheer dogged pursuit, as much as the stimulation, got Azusa hot and bothered. She tried keeping it in, but her vocal cords moved without her consent. This was a girl who knew no taboos.
Her body trembled. Her hips moved of their own accord. Entwined in the ropes, standing up while he was going down on her, her mind melted into a hot puddle.
She’d already been run ragged any number of times. First by the evil brood in the basement of the Tohan Corporation ruins. Then, after bringing her here, Hyota had gone at her again like he’d been storing it up for years.
From the back—doggy style—from the front—missionary position—polling her on her preferences each time. Hyota was thoroughly versed in the erotic arts, devouring her body in an insatiable frenzy. She couldn’t help but respond. And each time he moved on to an even more delicate part of her physique.
Ropes, her ass, hoisting her senses to ever greater heights, the sadistic assaults wrenching free every masochistic tendency lurking inside of her.
“Even untied, you will not flee,” Hyota said, finally giving her backside a rest. The words came out in a groan. He was getting himself off as well. He said, while licking her again, “You will never forget the taste of me. Nor I you. Yours is a body seldom seen in this city of sin. I won’t let go of it so easily.”
“Don’t let me go,” Azusa moaned. “Give it to me more, more.” Half her intent was to arouse him all the more. Half came from the core of her being. “Unleash me and I will heel. I’d never forsake someone like you. The kids around here are rank amateurs by comparison. Tie me tighter. Fuck me harder. Take away my freedom. Heap humiliation on me. It feels so much better that way.”
“I’ll lick you all over.”
“Do it, dammit.”
Hyota buried his ugly face between her peach-white cheeks.
At that moment, from somewhere else, a groan shook the air. Azusa glanced backwards. Hyota spun around and dashed off toward the back of the hallway. Azusa followed him. Hyota departed in such haste that he forgot all about her.
They came to a spacious area filled with wan light. Here Gento Roran had his sleeping chambers.
At some point, Hyota had picked up a flask. The sound grew louder. This wasn’t the voice wrenched out by ordinary pain. These were the torments of hell.
Gento was lying naked at the foot of a six-foot-high dirt mountain.
“Gento-sama!” Hyota cried out with heartrending sorrow. He wrapped his arms around Gento and rocked him back and forth. Gento didn’t awaken, his face still twisted in agony.
Hyota abandoned the effort, popped open the top off the flask and pressed the opening to his master’s mouth. A thin stream of liquid spilled from the corners of his lips. He clearly wasn’t swallowing, but Hyota persisted.
Seconds later, the stream had drained to a trickle. His Adam’s apple finally moved.
“You drank it,” Hyota said, the tension oozing out of his frame. “You should be okay, then.”
“W-what’s that?”
Recognizing Azusa’s voice above him, Hyota’s eyes flashed warily. He hadn’t noticed her approaching. “Holy water,” he said proudly. “It softens the pain.” He glanced up at Azusa. “You didn’t leave?”
“Eh, whatever. Didn’t have a reason to run. I’m not dead yet. And I have to admit, I’m curious about what you’re brewing up here. Besides—” Azusa licked her lips. “You get it, right?”
Hyota gave the rope-bound body of the voluptuous woman a long glance. Without comment, he returned his attention to Gento. This same gremlin of a man had dodged Setsura Aki’s devil wires two, three times.
Those perverse pleasures fading from her body, Azusa looked down with great interest at Gento’s pained countenance. Hyota’s holy water worked its wonders. The strain slowly left Gento’s face. His features softened. He twitched several times, then opened his eyes.
Hyota relaxed considerably. He reverently laid the young master against the slope of earth.
Gento’s lips moved. “That you, Hyota?”
“Yes.”
“I must have collapsed.”
“Yes.”
A moment of silence followed, a silence containing two sets of expectations.
“I dreamed a dream,” he blurted out, as if trapped somewhere within this beautiful jinn a strange clump of cells had voiced their will. Strangely human words.
“Two of them. Do you understand what manner of dreams were these?”
“I can well imagine.”
“How are you faring?”
Realizing that the question was directed at her, Azusa took a step back, cognizant of her improper appearance, her sense of propriety finally rising to the fore. She turned around, more a reflex. Though her buttocks were no less full and sensuous than her bound breasts.
Gento continued, “My father appeared in the first. He pointed at me and told me I had changed. I comprehended his meaning soon enough. I comprehend it now. I am not the man I once was.”
Hyota silently bowed his head, a sign of agreement or respect. “You took your rest in a fine house.”
“Exactly,” Gento said in a far cooler voice. Then he said, still lying down, “Hyota, let’s try working up a sweat.”
In reaction to what could be taken as an eerie order, Hyota bowed and backed away.