He blinked, to make his healed eyes get used to the dim light. Soon he devised forms within the shadows. A multitude of pointed, furry fox ears, and tails bumped him as he passed through the packed crowd.

He inhaled deeply, sensing the delicious musky smell. Youko... Youko... He was surrounded by youko.

He smiled, thrilled with all that his senses brought him. And much to his delight, he could see everything which was happening around. There were manly, brawny, sensual youko, all sweating, all dancing around him, bumping him as he passed.

Yomi reached a very small wooden table at a corner. He checked; it was not taken. In fact, he felt as if that seat was just awaiting his arrival, as if it had somehow been reserved  for him.

He sat down, and beheld that wild, delicious scene. He had no idea, but there must be more than thirty youko inside that tight, small hut. They were youko of all kinds, all colors. Their different scents, their musk, their transpiration, their breaths, it all reached Yomi in an dazzling torrent of perception.

He was already very hard. It was enough to sense the first notes of their musk to make him hard - stiff, extremely excited, ready to be fucked mercilessly by whichever youko wanted to take him.

He looked at the bottom of the crowded hut. He could see the love of his life there, sitting on a wooden throne, lit by a faint lamplight. Kurama seemed cold and haughty as always. He was still the unsurmountable, untouchable silver youko, which had so many times lashed his heart and his soul with the whip of his despise and extreme allureness. Yomi 's  heart had bled for him in the past, and yet in the present he still needed more of him.

Kurama was very still, apart form it all, almost as if he were the King of that court of perverted youko, all of them gorgeous and sexy like him...
 
A soft dislocation of air at his side called his attention. He noticed a beautiful youko with a long grey hair standing next to him. His hair was long, long to his knees, and an arresting black stripe seemed to have been dyed all down the middleline of his grey mane; it was a most dramatic and awesome distinctive feature. This youko stared at Yomi and pulled a small notebook and a pen from one of the pockets of his long black tunic.

"Name your poison, sir."

Yomi spoke as if he had no control over his tongue and his words. He should not have said it so coarsely, but he could not avoid it...

"I want to be fucked up my ass till I can take no more...."

The grey youko blinked a pretty pair of clear blue eyes. He took notes carefully, and nothing in his face showed he might have found Yomi's request as a weird one. He bowed his head slightly before turning around and merging back into the dark crowd.

Yomi did not regret having made such peculiar request. But he felt strangely uneasy, too expectant of whatever might happen. Astonished with his impudence, he tried to leave the seat, but he noticed, shocked, that he could not move away... He could not even speak... It was as if he was not able to command his body any longer...

It was then he heard a wicked laughter.

It was Kurama.

The crowd parted in two halves, letting way for the arresting silver youko. Kurama got on his feet boldly, and after tossing his hair to the side with one sexy gesture, he started to walk towards Yomi.

His golden eyes locked mercilessly on Yomi's. And the horned demon noticed Kurama held the waiter's notebook in his hand. It meant Kurama was very well aware of his request. Would his fantasies be fulfilled then?

"Here the customer is always right, Yomi. You're going to have exactly what you wish for." The silver youko hurled the small notebook away. Then, as he withdrew his arm, long green stalks had already grown around it, like twisting snakes...

Coming from the youko's direction, these plants' stalks grew wider and longer, and shwoosh their way through the air to reach Yomi, immediately closing around each of his arms and his legs. tying him up like living ropes.

Now, the surprise struck him, and he became truly panicked when he noticed the plants spin around his limbs seizing him tightly. Yomi even cried for help, shocked, when the plants slowly started to lift him from the ground.

All he heard was Kurama's voice, filled with mockery and sensuality, when he addressed the youko who gathered around Yomi, in observant expectative.

"Stand in line! Don't worry! You will all have your chance to bust King Yomi's ass!"

The last coherent thing Yomi perceived before that multitude of youko surrounded him like an arresting wall, was a pretty young blond youko approach Kurama with a smile and ask.

"Can I give out numbers, daddy?"

Kurama looked down his nose at him.

"You're not old enough to be here! Go away, Kinno!"

The blonde youko disappeared back in the crowd, with his head down low. But Yomi did not care. There were many other youko around... All of them already openeing the front of their trousers, and pulling up the front of their tunics. Their hands moved into his pants and they all grabbed up and out their huge shafts. All those big, juicy erections were pointed out to Yomi, engorged and throbbing, beautiful with a gleaming pre-cum coating the large unveiled heads and pounding with the pulsating veins along their lengh.

Yomi's clothes were ragged off, piece by piece, by those monstruous plant-tentacles. The plants' stems reached up to the ceiling, attaching themselves to the beams and then moving down again, circling Yomi's body and forming a sling. Yomi was hauled up, lifted and supported by these vines above the floor, at a convenient height, so that the youko around him could touch him, caress his chest and thighs, pinch his nipples, and squeeze and grab his buttocks, shaft and balls.

He groaned, and called for Kurama. His voice was but a faint wisp, a quivering plea, and even then Kurama kept himself apart, just observing as all other youko, of all kinds, all colors, surrounded Yomi, rubbing their shafts on him, while eager hands touched his nipples in successive pinching caresses.

Yomi cried, he yelled, he squealed when one large hand grabbed the tip of his left nipple with a hunger clinch, and twisted till Yomi squirmed and twisted with the pain.

Pain... yes.. The pain of love, the pain of lust, the pain of desire...

Yomi's eyes grew wide and he looked around, in an awe of ecstasy when ne sensed all those huge cocks nudging him, pressed and rubbed agaisnt his body. The indistinct motion blur of many jumping, pumping hands surrounded him while those gorgeous demons jacked off on him, stroking their lenghts with avid, fast hands, and tightly clinching fingers.

Yomi breathed deeply, savoring the pungent smell of musk and sex.

"Come... Come all over me..." Yomi moaned, so aroused tha this whole body quivered in a spasm. His own erection was hard, hot, and it was left untouched, lying across his groin, burning with lust, pulsating high with the fever of his desire.
 
A huge, hot, oozing cock was shoved into his open mouth, in one long, vigorous push. Yomi gagged, and a shiver of bliss rushed along his body when he felt his mouth crammed with that taste, that volume, that massive hard heat which was pushed in and out of his sucking lips, so fast, so deep that he choked, and groaned, and moaned, but yet kept on sucking harder and harder...

Hands tugged at his hair, pulled and twisted his ears,  pinched his nipples... One evil clasping hand closed around his balls, squeezing them in one slow but steady pressure, which just touched slightly the threshold of pain, shoving a sheer ecstasy up his body instead..

Yomi felt he could come... The smooth wet velvet of all those arresting cocks sliding along his skin, the sound of the youkos' panting as they brought themselevs to climax over his body, the scent of semen and sweat...

He breathed deeper when he noticed that huge cock throbb and twitch against his lapping, licking tongue. Yomi opened his mouth wider he could, in a wanting big "O" and stretched out his tongue, to feel the flavor and drink all the spurting come that hit his face, his hair, his mouth, his neck... The cream was shot all over his face, and dribbled down his neck, and a second gush hit right into his mouth, filling his thirsty throat with that delicious flow of male youko's milk...

He opened his eyes when he noticed a hot body find way in between his parted, bent up legs. Yomi swayed his body when he felt a vigorous thrust be shoved agaisnt him, forcing way unto his sex, pressing his balls, and bucking up his spread rear.

He opened his eyes to see it. And his pink, ecstatic eyes met his favorite youko - the silver one who was the wickedest of foxes, the most gorgeous villain.... Youko Kurama...

"Fuck me, chief... Part my ass... Split me open... Make me sore..."

A slap in his face forced him into silence. Yomi looked up at the beautiful, evil youko, with wide, fascinated eyes, stricken by his savage beauty. Then, he said nothing more... A vine slid around his neck, slithering easily over the cum that soaked him, and the thick stem closed around his jaw and gagged his mouth.

"Humm... Hnmm... Uhnnnnn"

Then, one after the other, all the beautiful, throbbing, swollen shafts that rubbed, jabbed and poked at his sides, his chest, his thighs and his belly grew hotter; the scent of cum raising  from them grew unbelievably strong, and Yomi groaned more, twisting and tossing with ecstasy when he watched them come al over his body, coating his pale, shivering skin with tons of the most tasty cum there could ever be...

He wanted to take it, to spread it all over his body, to bathe in that hot butter, and take it into his mouth to eat more of it, but his hands were firmly constrained, and all he could do was to quiver and muffle beneath the gagging plant that he wanted so much more of it...

His body trembled with the fierce sensation of helplessness and pleasure.
 
The youko smiled, and commanded the others to hold Yomi firmly in place... Several pairs of large, long-nailed hands clasped tightly to his semen coated arms and legs, clinching around his neck, and holding him by his hair and horns. Then Kurama stripped off his belt and his white tunic inone fast movement. His eyes werer locked onto Yomi's as he did that, and he tossed his hair beautifully, while slowly puling down the front of his pants, just a little, just enough to make his long, huge cock pop out into view. Hard and throbbing, that gleaming volume of sex sprawled the perfume of desire all over, slowly, like an invisible tide of lust.

Yomi could not speak, he could not moan, but the only word frozen in his throat was an elated request to be fucked right away.

The youko shook his head, keeping that deliciously wicked smile on his lips. "Not yet..." He mouthed sexily to Yomi, after slipping his tongue along his own lips, in a breathtaking display of sensuality. "No pain, no gain..."

Yomi acquiesced, nodding his head in a fervid, vigorous affirmative... Yes, yes... Pain... Pain and pleasure was all he craved for.

It was then the youko clasped his hands in the air, and leaned onto Yomi in a slow menacing approach. His fingernails dugged into the youkai's shoulders, breaking the pale skin, and Yomi squirmed, giving out an enthralled muffled scream. In a reflex, he parted his knees wider, and tried to jerk his hips back and forth, rubbing his sex agaisnt the youko's muscled abdomen. But the pain cut his efforts.

The silver fox slid his sharp fingers down along Yomi's front, and his claws severed his pale skin in long gashes, causing blood to spurt out in slow flowing trickles that blended to the semen still covering him.

Yomi almost came when those nails cut a way across his breast, lashing his nipples, taking out blood and filling him with a quick, sharp, ecstatic pain.

Wide eyed, frightened with the intense lust that invaded him, Yomi closed his eyes for a moment, to savor that arousing pain better.  He felt those other youko do the same, digging their claws in fierce clasps around his limbs and his waist, like sensual tongs inflicting sweet torments into his flesh.

The horned demon felt a long ooze of precum slip from the tip of his penis. The pressure was so intense, the arousal was so high that his groins seemed on fire. Yomi felt the veins and the tiny slit of his hard cock twitch as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed Kurama's big but silky hands stroking his lower abdomen, caressing his soft pubic hair, his testicles, and them the whole lenght of his erection.

Then he noticed a tickling sentation running up along his body, slipping along the blood and the cum. They were small tendrils, green and thin, started to creep along his body, commanded by Kurama...

His eyes rolled, following the tiny plant stems which moved like a multitude of delicate serpents finding way along his tortured flesh. He understood it only when one tendril circled his right nipple, wrapping in tight circles the erect nub...

"Umnnhnnn... Humnn..." Yomi groaned, quivering with pleasure while his delighted pink eyes observed the bindings... Another tie encircled his left nipple, and a creeping and deliciously cold group of tendrils was fastened to the base of his scrotum, binding his balls and the base of his penis altogether.

"hummmmmmmm" Yomi moaned, in total bliss, when the bindings were tightened, wrapped around the whole pulsating length of his cock.

"Yomi. We won't let you come yet. I have evil plans for this tight hole you've got..."

The youko gang around Yomi laughed at their leader comment. Their hands seized the youkai so firmly that their closing fingers and clutching hands left red marks around his arms and thighs.

By then Yomi could barely think, he could barely breathe... He aimed his wide, delighted eyes to his silvery torturer, and wished he could speak, to thank him for being so bad to him.  He even tried it, but only smothered groans left his gagged mouth.

The youko smiled. His hands caressed Yomi's balls, and then moved up along the lenght to fondle and play with slit on the head of his bound, throbbing penis. He made the tip of the nail in his index finger tease and scrape the sensitive flesh around that tiny orifice.

Yomi squirmed with the intense sensation.

Kurama made his finger start rubbing the preetty tiny slit then, in wild, fast, hard storkes and Yomi jerked his hips in the same rhythm, panting under the gagging piece of plant's stem that constrained his mouth.

The youkai could feel the pressure in his groins grow to a peak, but he could not come, not with his cock being tortured and tied in such way...

Yomi loved all that pain... His nipples hurt as the plant yanked at them, stretching the pinkish nubs and his cock burned as those torturing tendrils seemed to be fastening around his shaft tighter yet, forbidding him to come, blocking his relief and filling him with the most excruciating torment...

He could no beg, but his eyes were directed towards that evil silvery creature, urging thta he be fulfilled in his ultimate desire...

"Fuck me, take me, rip my hole apart..." It was what Yomi's eyes begged to the fierce, dominant youko...

Kurama grabbed a handful of Yomi's hair, and tugged at it, while positioning himself in between his quivering thighs. Yomi jerked and tossed his hips as far as the tying vines allowed him. Kurama, noticing his hunger to be buttfucked, expertly stuck two fingers up Yomi's orifice. They met resistance and first, but when they slipped in deeper, Kurama used his hand back and forth, swaying and twisting, to stretch that pulsating, hot hole. Yomi's breathing grew faster and deeper, following the same rhythm of the deep, steady maneuvers that Kurama probed and pounced into his twinking ass.

Then, all of a sudden, the pressing, shoving sensation abandoned Yomi's asshole, leaving a wanting hollow, when Kurama withdrew his fingers out of that willing orifice. Wasting not a single moment, the youko wiggled his hips, thrusting his lower abdomen onto Yomi's parted wide butt. Kurama's shaft, hot and huge, pressed into Yomi's ass for entrance.

Yomi held his breath. He closed his eyes, expectant, enraptured by the feel of being nothing more but Youko Kurama's plaything...

He gasped for air when he felt the big, steel hard cock plunge smoothly into his hole, tearing his buttocks apart, sinking into his flesh in one long, steady thrust.

The immense volume was pushed into his hole, shoved in firmly then and pulled back, pressed in, and then drawn out, in short, fast, successive movements. The youko struggled his huge shaft deeper and deeper into Yomi's resisting hole, stretching his tight passage into acceptance by a continuous back and forth thrust... Lapping, bumping, wet, oozy sounds were heard everytime Kurama's lean abdomen and his slender but vigorous hips hit against Yomi's parted thighs. The pain in the bound youkai's nipples increased, and the pressing urge pulsating in his erection grew so intense Yomi felt he could lose his senses. The multitude of holding hands helped, and all the youko around started to impel Yomi's hanging body back and fro against the youko's shoving motions. They swayed and swung Yomi's body easily by pulling and pushing the plants' sling that fastened his body, moving his butt in wriggling circles around the silver youko's impalling cock.

Yomi wanted to scream. He wanted to beg for more, because he could feel he was on the verge of climax, and yet he still craved to be tortured and fucked longer. It was so tasty; so good... The youko filled his ass completely. He had never felt it so deeply, he had never felt his butt crammed so deliciously... The youko's balls met his parted crevice, punching at his wet entrance, making the most delicious sounds of flesh bumping flesh. The youko was so excited that his cock would not stop leaking cum, which was pressed and gushed into him. It was so much that it started to dribble through his distended asshole down his buttcrack and thighs. It made the fuck slick and easy, but not painless, because more and more the youko reached deeper inside, and stretched his ring wider apart. But Yomi felt sated, completed, made one with the demon he loved the most in all worlds...

The stabbing shaft forced way up in deeper, and Kurama's thrusts were violent, inflicting pain upon pain into his severed, burning butt hole. He could feel his tender ring of muscle being stretched beyond its limit, and it hurt, but he loved it.  He loved that sharp pain which echoed deep into his guts that grew every time Kurama  rammed more into his tortured entrails. He could feel his hole being forced open, subdued widely apart. When Yomi thought the pain was over, the youko found more energy yet to move harder and faster, twisting his body to make his shaft torture him more, enter him deeper and stretch him more.

Yomi wanted to come. The pressure inside his guts turned into a dull, deep disconfort, and his erection burned like hell. With wide eyes he watched his own bound, constricted cock gain a deep purple tone because of the tight fastening ties. Hands tugged at the tendril cords that encircled his nipples and his balls, pulling, stretching, yanking and filling him with more pain.

Yes...

He could feel his orifice seep a slicky mixture of pre-cum, blood and the glooey juice of his entrails. He was all wet and wanting. His ass had given up all resistance and twitched in the pulsating urge to come that vibrated in his whole body.

But Yomi needed more.

His pinkish eyes spoke to the youko; and Kurama understood perfectly all Yomi wanted.

The fox-demon pushed his body into Yomi's hole in several fierce thrusts, and the horned youkai shuddered with the sensation. The youko attacked his ass wildly. His hard cock slid in and out his ass like a huge, big volume of red-hot lust, stuck deeply into him. The thrusts grew so intense that Yomi could not breathe. He could only give out short gasps of air while his whole body trembled in a convulsion of  sheer ecstasy...

His cock burned, it hurt like hell, and the blood and semen locked back in his lower abdomen formed a boiling, busting pressure in his loins. It ache, it hurt, it throbbed...

Ecstatic, Yomi watched Kurama's beautiful face merge into a grimace of  lust and effort. He gave out a long, pleased groan of pleasure, which was like a loud, entranced roar.

Then the sensation of a smooth warmth, like wet velvet, filled his tortured; the youko had came, gushing a heavy load of cream into his butt, spurting deeply into his ass like a spear of fire that melted slowly into a creamy caress that flooded his stretched hole, sliding through his ass, and down his parted buttocks in a slow ooze of heat and love...

So good... It was so good to know Kurama's cum crammed his twinking hole like that...

Yomi tried to hold the youko's shaft longer inside his body. He clenched his muscles around Kurama's cock, but the youko pulled himself away, withdrawing his cock, still hard and dripping out of Yomi's ass.

Yomi sighed in deeply, blissful by the sticky sensation left inside him. His passage was all wet with the youko's cum, and his ring twitched, pulsating in little, quick spasms, refusing to relax. Yomi wanted more... The pucker of flesh in his crevice remained wanting, wide and twinking. His anus pulsated, twitching, wet and tender like lips hungry to be kissed and filled again...

The youko caressed him. His right hand slip all over Yomi's front, sliding down along the sticky coat of cum and blood, running smoothly over the sweat that covered his chest.

The youko smiled, and lifted his hand, waving his long fingers in the air before Yomi's eyes. The gleaming mixture of sweat, semen and blood slipped in between his fingers and down his whole hand, coating it like with a smooth, lustrous glove.

"I'm gonna stretch you elbow deep, Yomi."

Kurama clenched his gleaming fist then, showing it to Yomi, with a smile.

Yomi's body trembled in response, deeply wanting. He looked around, hearing a succession of moans and groans coming from the audience that surrounded him. Those youko grew so excited with what Kurama had proposed that they immediately started masturbating again, and their shafts seemed to be pumped bigger than before.

A pair of scared but willing pink eyes traced the movement of Kurama's hand reaching downwards Yomi's parted ass.

Yomi felt the plant stem which stuffed his mouth slip off.

"I want to hear you scream, Yomi." Kurama spoke in a sultry murmur. "I'm gonna fuck you with my whole fist, and I know you will love the pain..."

Yomi licked his dry, hurt lips with his tongue, and stared in a fearful but pleased amazement at the youko. He nodded, accepting the delicious sacrifice, and breathed deeply, getting ready for that intense, extreme penetration.

His hole was still slick with the torrent of fresh cum Kurama had filled him with. Yomi moaned aloud, when he felt two hard, bony knuckles being pressed into his pulsating hole.

Kurama's hand was very wet, and Yomi knew his own ass was still stretched up enough to make it easier for those clutched fingers to slip in. Yomi breathed in, entranced, while the youko gathered around the scene stroke him with their erect cocks and their firm, large hands, making him relax further.

He wanted it. It would be the fuck of his life to have the youko touching him soo deeply, making his fist enter his abused butthole as far as it would go. His whole body ached and all his most sentitive parts, his nipples, his cock, his balls, were still squeezed, tied, tugged at, tortured...

He growled when he felt a little more pain being pushed up into his ass. Two bony clutched fingers had passed through the ring, and Kurama forced deeper, starting to stick the rest of his hand into his burning, pulsating hole.

Yomi moaned. His voice sounded higher, in a cry of pain, but this scream was muffled when one of the breathtaking, well-hung youko around him, pushed his cock into his mouth, shooting a heavy load of cum into his throat again.

Yomi drank, sucked, suffocating his rising cry with that rich, hot spurt.

He felt the push grow heavier. Yomi shut his eyes tightly when he sensed the hard. angular knuckles be slowly but steadily shoved into his butt. It hurt, but Yomi breathed deeper, and the elation caused by all those cocks rubbed against this body, and the bliss of having another of those huge members stuck into his mouth made it easier for him to stand the discomfort. It was an intense pain; almost as intense as when he had his eyes slashed. It was a tearing, ripping sensation that filled him, a pressure so intense that made his whole body quiver, tensing up in an attempt to fight it back.
 
But Yomi did not want to fight it back. He wanted it to fill him, to open him up, offering him the ultimate feel of completion.

The pressure increased. The largest girth of Kurama's wrist was passing through his stretched, hurt anus. The volume grew with the pain, but Yomi just breathed more, trying to calm down and relax. He wanted it so badly... To be totally torn apart, possessed by Kurama's fisting force, being a total slave of his master's weirdest desires...

The youko was doing it slowly, giving time to Yomi to adjust to the immense volume which was little by little pushed into his pulsating, cum-wet hole. The youkai had total trust in his master; again, he felt like an eager pupil willing to be taught, to be trained, to be molded into whatever his master wanted of him. Like a puppy, a pet, a servant, a slave, a plaything... He wanted it... Hot, eager to feel Kurama's big clenched hand filling his guts, Yomi did all he could to relax, opening his whole body to him, offering to his evil partner the ultimate sacrifice of that extreme penetration.

More cum filled his mouth. Two gorgeous youko had started to rub and roll their penises along his semen smeared face, and Yomi kissed their lenghts, the bulged hot heads and  made his tongue flick at their twitching oozing cockholes.

He could feel his hole resisting the fist-fucking. His eyes begged the youko mob around him for help, and their hands made Yomi part his legs wider and pull his knees upper yet, till they met his chest, offering his whole widespread ass to Kurama.

Yomi stared at the beautiful silver youko passionately. Mildly, he whispered to him:

"Abuse my ass, chief. Be mean to me. Make it hurt..."

Kurama smiled. Then, in one deep, direct jab, he made his whole fist slip into Yomi's ass.

The youkai with horns cried out. At first pain. The most intense pain he had ever tried. It burned too much! It was like taking a huge, steel-hard flame up his ass, and he could feel his ring, his muscles, his whole body stretched wide, subduing to the youko's firm thrust. He panted, breathing hard to get used to the feel, and his wide eyes locked on the youko. Their gazes met. Kurama smiled to him; he would not stop smiling, and Yomi, despite the intense pressure and the pain pulsating in his asshole, smiled too.

"A little more in?" Kurama offered, pushing his arm harder into Yomi, stretching him wider and deeper.

Yomi howled; but at this time the pain was surpassed by the intense joy of being touched and filled in so completely. He howled when he felt that immense volume inside his ass be slowly twisted, and the firm nuckles, and the sensual bulge of the youko's whole clenched fist roll inside his distended rectum.

He was so excited that his whole body trembled, as if he were caught by a fever. He shievered not of cold, but of the intense heat that filled his veins, his body, and made his tits ache and his cock throb violently against the firm plant stems that bound it. He felt the pressure flood him firmly. He felt so full... It was a great feeling now that the pain was fading; it was like being caressed inside. He felt warm, he felt the youko close, deeply inside him. It was an almost magic bondage; as if in a way they would never be apart again.

The youko belonged to him. At last Yomi managed to have him stuck deep inside his body, locked inside his guts, in the very core of his being...

Yomi moaned in a non-stopping rave, enraptured by the ravenous sensation of  having that huge fist stuck all the way into him.

The youko started to shove his fist in and out, in a slow thursting motion. Yomi gave out one loud, enthralled scream of joy when he felt the pressure increase and decrease in a delicious surge of sensation. It was so sharp, so arousing, so intense in both pain and pleasure, that it felt like a thunderbolt of pure lust being shoved in and out from the deepest, the most sensitive sanctuary of his body.

"Let me come! Please!" He begged, lost in an insane trance of ecstasy.

His mouth was stuffed with the other youko's gleaming, jerking cocks. One after the other, they shoved their shafts into Yomi's mouth, deep throating him with fierce thrusts, and evil choking pushes. Their erections were successively kissed and sucked, till their semen filled  the enslaved King, dribbling down his chin, his neck, plastering his hair, filling his nose, so intense and so rich that Yomi felt out of air, deliciously gagged by loads and loads of  that never-ending flow of cream. All that slipped down his throat was youko's cum; all that he smelled was youko's smell; and his body, his entrails were deliciously taken by Kurama's fist, and at last, at last he felt sated to the top of his wildest desires...

As the youko thrusted his hard, huge fist into his guts, Yomi felt his cock burn, burn so intensely...  Then, he felt a touch start to give him release.  Kurama had moved his free hand upwards, to touch and encircle Yomi's tortured shaft. Yomi cried; he could not hold back any more...

"I need to come! I can't take it anymore!"

He cried the louder he could, clenching his butt around the impalling fist, led by the intense urge to come that overwhelmed him. The pressure inside his butt grew to almost unbearable levels. It was then that, amazed, Yomi looked down...

There he saw Kurama holding one hand around his prick, squeezing the engorged head tightly, caressing his lenght over the tendrils that bound it.

Yomi looked at the youko's other arm then.

The youkai could not believe his eyes when he saw the youko's arm entering his body in between his bent, pushed up legs, reaching as deep as the elbow...

"It's all inside you, Yomi. How does it feel?" The youko asked, making his arm twist slowly inside that tight cavern of flesh, like a massive caress...

Yomi shoved his head back, and he could not even cry. His body shuddered, trembling in a intense spasm, and he ground his teeth, rolling his head so violently that the demons that surrounded him needed to hold it firmly in place.

It was in; deep inside him, and he could feel Kurama's fist roll slowly inside his guts, caressing him, filling him, making him the fullest, the most content youkai there could ever be.

To see it happen, to actually behold that long pale arm disappear inside his parted butt was enough to make Yomi come at once. But it was a different orgasm, one that started deep inside him, right in the core of  his sore, fullfilled ass, rushing in a tide of massive sensation all through his body. It was like a fierce storm of sheer pleasure, a tornado of heat, pain and love, stronger than life, stronger than anything else.

For a moment, all that mattered was that huge volume up his ass and the rapture taking over his senses. The senstaion was so overwhelming that his sight blackened, and his breathing was suspended in the seizure caused by that devastating inner orgasm. He could only breathe again when, suddenly, all ties and locks fell off his tortured cock.

It took Yomi just one deep gasp of air, before the torrent of cum spurt all over, in one long, forceful gush of semen, and then another, and another, and more... Yomi came over and over, and at each trembling spasm, his guts and his muscles clenched around Kurama's stuck up fist and arm, increasing the sensations and urging him to come more, and again, and again...

Kurama still moved in and out and rolled and swayed his clenched hand inside Yomi, this time in a slower, decreasing rhythm. He smiled, content to see the beauty of his slave's orgasm, and led by it he continued caressing Yomi from the inside till he seemed almost on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.

The band of foxes immediately fell onto Yomi with thristy mouths and tongues, licking him clean, lapping their tongues over his whole semen-smeared body, and as they did it, Yomi sighed out, and closed his eyes, too worn out. But he smiled and still found energy to stir his butt around Kurama's fist, reassuring him of how much he had enjoyed that play. Then he mouthed his wicked chief  a sweet, loving vow of gratitude.

The silver youko just smiled back, and slowly, even delicately, pulled his closed hand out from Yomi's stretched, red, still twitching asshole...
 
 

What a delicious dream...

He smiled. Then he felt a soft touch stroking his back.

"You were moaning and groaning, Yomi. Is everything alright?"

Yomi waved his head, in a slow, pleased affirmative. He turned on his side facing his partner, and his hand moved up to touch and stroke the youko's beautiful head. He played for a while with the stray strands which had slipped out of the long pigtail he usually fastened his hair in to sleep.

He smiled in a dreamy, elated fashion.
 
 "Hikaru... When you ran a tavern, did you attend many youko?"

"No. Very rarely. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing... It's just a dream I had... "

Hikaru faced Yomi with a very suspicious mind.

"Dream? Ahn... I see..."

The youko slid his body closer to Yomi, and they embraced tightly, while Hikaru slipped his knee in between Yomi's thighs, slowly going for his intimate parts for a stroke.

The first thing he noticed was the throbbing heat burning hard across the King's groin.

"You were dreaming about me, I presume."

Yomi smiled in a silly way.

"Well... Just in the beginning..."

Hikaru showed Yomi a scowl.

"Oh, great Inari! You were dreaming of him again, were you not? That unspeakable coward? Kurama?" One of his hands slid down into the quilts, reaching for Yomi's sex. The youko's quick fingers grabbed the youkai's nuts and he squeezed them in his hand, wickedly, till Yomi gave out a cry of pain.

The horned youkai's shut eyes met Hikaru's blue ones. Yomi smiled, although Hikaru kept a very grave, angry expression.

"I'm sorry. It's difficult to let go of old habits, skunkie..."

He glared at Yomi.

"I told you not to call me that!"

"Hmm... What are you gonna do then? Punish me?"

By then, both lovers were smiling, and Hikaru's fingers had softened their grasp and followed a slow caressing way along Yomi's erection. They cuddled closer, and the youkai moved one arm around the youko's waist, to stroke and squeeze his buttock.

Hikaru leaned onto Yomi. He caressed his long ears with the tip of his nose, and slipped his tongue in, for a very wet, tickling caress.

Yomi shuddered, and tightened their embrace.

"Yes... You're a very naughty King, I'm gonna punish you badly..."

Yomi smiled. He was so happy to hear that. The King just parted his thighs wider, allowing Hikaru to slip in between them. After that intense wet dream, Yomi felt more than ready to be equally punished in the real world...
 
 

The Makai Dream Collection is to be continued....