[Episode 231669] [Episode 231669]
The ninja Ibuki was struggling vainly to keep the edge up against Sakura, but the Hadou-fighter was as relentless as all the practioners of her style.
In the first round, she'd managed to get in under the girl's guard and land some devastating blows, even winning the round. Even there, however, her edge had started inevitably grinding away as the girl in the sailor fuku figured out more and more of her moves.
Now, she was having the block more and more as Sakura hedged her in and limited her mobility with combinations of simple moves strung through in complex ways. And each of those blocks came at the back of a brutal impact that shook the bones in whatever limb she used to take the impact.
An apparent opening flashed open and Ibuki tossed kunai intended only to shift her opponent's stance and broaden that opening. Then she was flowing in, legs wrapping around Sakura's body to immobilize her as the ninja slammed her fist down into the girl's head.
Sakura responded by throwing herself back into the mat, almost slamming the ninja between her and the surface, but Ibuki had released before that could happen and was in the air as Sakura rose to her feet like a phoenix into a devastating shoryuken that connected with Ibuki's solar plexus and carried up through her chest into the girl's jaw.
Sakura landed lightly as Ibuki slammed hard into the ground, where she struggled to rise up to her knees and found her legs unwilling to go farther.
"And the winner is...Sakura Kasugano!" the announcer declared as the referee meekly climbed into the ring to lift the girl's hand up into the air.
Medics were already at Ibuki's side, checking her over as the girl finally climbed to her feet, stubbornly doing so on her own power.
The audience roared their approval of the victor, with a scattering of claps from the fighters at the sides.
They were in the locker room later, gathering together their things as Ibuki took in the other girl and her travel-worn duffel bag and the fresh set of clothes she was wearing, still of the same design.
"So that's what a World Warrior is like then?" she asked Sakura.
"Oh, I'm not a World Warrior yet," Sakura said cheerfully. "I've fought in the tournament, but that doesn't make me a World Warrior by itself."
"Really," Ibuki said. "I'd have thought that was the definition of the thing. What does make a World Warrior?"
"I'm not really sure yet," Sakura said. "Maybe when I get to the next place, I'll find out. You know, you're really good yourself, you should fight in the next tournament."
"Me," Ibuki said surprised and wondering if her mission schedule would allow for it. "I have college and stuff to do. Don't you have school?"
Granted, college was apparently an elite ninja training facility rather than the normal everyday sort of college she'd wanted, but still it was college.
"I exammed out," Sakura said. "So I could travel the world and learn and fight and get stronger. Just like Ryu. Nothing to tie me down anywhere."
Ibuki stared at her as the girl confirmed the rumors. She really was just like the older, more famous Hadou fighter. A wanderer only interested in improving herself through the fight. And she might be college age now, but she'd been travelling and fighting with the big dogs for years.
Ibuki trained constantly and ran missions for her ninja clan, but for the most part she'd just been a common high school girl, following the trends, hoping to meet a cute boy. She'd only recently come onto the radar for the World Warriors, and even then only peripherally.
No wonder Sakura was so difficult to face.
The two girls exited out of the arena into a rain, still talking, though Ibuki sort of wished that Sakura wouldn't dominate the conversation with talk about fighting and fighting styles so much. She hadn't even so much as gotten who Sakura's favorite singer was yet.
As it happens they had both been planning to take the same train into Tokyo, but that plan quickly found itself derailed as they came to the train station to find a massive lump of chaos surrounding the effort to clear a train that had left the tracks.
Ibuki slumped in defeat as she looked at the clearest and quickest way to her dorm room so totally mangled. Next to her Sakura merely shrugged and started to walk off down the road.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Ibuki said.
"I'm walking," Sakura said, pointing in the general direction of Tokyo.
"It'll take three days to walk to Tokyo from here," Ibuki said. "And its raining!"
"Rain never hurt anyone," Sakura said, shrugging.
"Might I suggest another option?" a third voice asked as a green-haired woman stepped out of a shadow.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked, dropping into stance.
"My name is Morrigan Aensland," the woman said with a smile as she moved closer to them.
This close, Ibuki felt a rising warmth on her face as the woman's presence came within feet of her. She'd never reacted this way to a woman before, but there was something about the way this woman smelled that just demanded attention.
"I saw the tail end of your match against each other," she said. "Both very impressive. And I have something I'd like to offer the two of you."
"What's that?" Ibuki asked cautiously.
"Let's get out of the rain first," Morrigan said with a smile.
"Out of the rain" meant checking into a luxury suite at the nearest major hotel, apparently.
Ibuki and Sakura both gaped at the decor and size of the room that this woman had apparently been able to just appropriate on demanded.
Then Ibuki felt a pair of gentle hands wrapping around from behind her and start to unbutton the blouse she'd put on after her fight.
"Let's get you both out of these wet things first," Morrigan's voice whispered into her ear.
With a shiver, Ibuki felt the long, manicured fingernails push into her skin as the sopping blouse was pulled seductively free, leaving only the bra for Morrigan to unsnap and pull off.
Ibuki found herself, without remembering moving, sitting on the bed and moaning as Morrigan vigorously rubbed at her bare chest and licked clean any stray drop of water.
Over the green-haired woman's shoulder, the ninja saw Sakura standing not far away, watching with a transfixed expression until Morrigan, satisfied that at least Ibuki's upper body was dry for the moment, turned about to look at her.
Sakura watched as Ibuki lay back in the bed and sighed as she tried to process what had just happened. Then Morrigan was in front of her and unbuttoning her shirt.
"I...I like guys," she said hesitantly after the fourth button had been undone.
"I can smell that," Morrigan said. "But I can smell you like this too, and I'm not doing anything that makes it so you can't say stop."
"Really?" Sakura asked as she was manuevered toward the bed beside Ibuki and tried to keep her sense about her as Morrigan proceeded to dry her just as she had Ibuki.
"Do you want me to stop?" Morrigan asked.
"Mmm, no," Ibuki sighed reluctantly from where she started to watch.
Sakura answered merely with a sharp intake of breath and a firm shake of her head.
"Good," Morrigan said as she let Sakura lay back then, beside Ibuki, both girls staring up at her uncertainly. "Now, the offer first."
The business suit faded away like dust, leaving Morrigan without a stitch, not even the shoes and slacks Ibuki was still wearing, or the skirt and boots Sakura had.
"I am Morrigan Aensland, Queen of the Makai," she said. "My House has dwindled and I find myself needing to bring more into the bloodline."
"What does that have to do with us?" Sakura asked.
"I'm proposing to change you into creatures like me," Morrigan said, tracing the tip of wing along each girl's arms.
"You'd, of course, have to learn the fighting ways of the succubi," with that she put a finger under Sakura's chin and focued her attention.
"And of course be irresistable to any man you desire," a presentment clearly for the ears of the girl who'd bemoaned her lack of a boyfriend several times in the period she'd been following them.
"I have to fulfill the duty to my clan," Ibuki said dreamily.
"Well, save in the unlikely case of my death," Morrigan said. "The duties of an Aensland will be light until a few hundred years have passed, plenty of time to settle any lingering human affairs."
Several bureaucrats in the Makai suddenly felt a sense of forboding for a reason they could not identify.
"What do we have to do?" Sakura asked, eyes having become small galaxies at the mention of new fighting arts.
"Kiss me," Morrigan said, smiling.
Sakura hesitated only briefly before pushing herself up on her hands and kissing Morrigan fully on the lips. A rush of energy flooded into the girl such as she had never known before and her entire body seemed to ripple into gooseflesh in response. The soft purple wings caressed her back as gentle hands cupped and kneaded her ample chest.
Ibuki moved in closer, nuzzling into Morrigan's neck from the side as the kiss lingered between the woman and the other girl. She stroked the purple wings and marveled at the downy soft fur covering what she had thought was hard leather.
Eventually, the kiss broke off and a bewildered but ecstatic look on the girl's face. Morrigan whispered "drink of my bosom" receiving an eager nod from Sakura, who moved to focus her attention on Morrigan's amble breasts and the hard nipples leaking a milky white liquid at the succubus's command.
As Sakura moved in to eagerly assault Morrigan's breast, with a deal more passion than skill, Morrigan turned toward Ibuki and offered her lips for Ibuki to take.
Once again, the willful taking of the succubus's lips opened a flood of the spiritual essence of the demon-woman into the body of the mortal-girl. Every pathway opened up in sheer pleasure, every single nerve standing at attention, every pleasure center broadcasting fully. Endorphins flooding the brain just as they had Sakura before.
Eventually, both girls were suckling at Morrigan's chest, like a pair of oversized puppies seeking their mother's milk as hands moved about over Morrigan and over each other, trying to imitate the effectiveness they had felt from the succubus, though with only minimal success so far.
Next, Morrigan pulled Sakura's milk stained lips away and spread her own legs wide. Sakura's smile was much less dazed now, as she threw herself into the moments of the passion and dived down to the lips between Morrigan's legs to finish absorbing the feminine essence of a succubus.
When she'd managed to draw a sharp gasp from Morrigan, Sakura rolled over, exhausted by the flood of energies into her, and Ibuki took her place.
Writhing under the more delicate ministrations of the ninja, Morrigan rose Sakura up to a seated position next to her and traced a hand down to her skirt and under its band into the panties below, careful not to actually invade the region of the girl's virginity yet. No, at the moment, she merely focused on teasing and drawing the panties down away from what they shielded.
Sakura closed her eyes and leaned into Morrigan's side and shivered with a smile as something light brushed past her face. and then worked it's way to her back, to be joined by several other such light touches. More than one hand could account for, more, in fact than two.
Still, she kept her eyes closed and trusted as the unseen tendrils wrapped around her stomach and pushed up between her breasts, seeking and searching. Then one pushed into her mouth and she could feel others finding her vagina and other orifice below.
As the thrusting started, she clung heavily to Morrigan and didn't worry about the sound of a scream, given the blockage of a something in her mouth that was pouring something salty into her throat.
Ibuki tired as she brought Morrigan to the first orgasm as well, but didn't roll over as Sakura had. Instead she climbed up Morrigan's naked body kissing her firmly on the mouth and saw that Morrigan's right wing had been replaced by a mass of tentacles which were pleasuring Sakura.
She could see a pair of small bony nubs already protruding from Sakura's back as the girl hugged onto Morrigan and writhed within the mass of tentacles.
With a smirk, Morrigan looked toward her and then down toward her left wing. Following the look, Ibuki watched as that wing also split into a mass of tentacles which poured over the ninja girl. Soon she was also writhing in the intense grasp of the male portion of a succubus.
Ibuki felt herself changing, even as she watched a pair of soft white wings fold themselves out from Sakura's back and then the Hadou fighter pass out curled up against Morrigan's side with the tentacles pulling away from her.
Ibuki wasn't in a position to see her own yellow wings burst out as she gasped with breath and joined Sakura in sleep.
Spent herself from her first creation of new sister-wives and children, Morrigan was not long behind them.
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