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The universe works in strange ways indeed. And it appeared to want to toy with Rihoko the most, from the day he was born and stepped out of the nursery and the bleak walls that made Bailey's orphanage.
Rihoko learned, and he learned quick, that the world that was that wretched town was cruel and lustful. To its inhabitants, he was but a piece of meat.
He remembered that day as though it was yesterday.
Large calloused hands belonging to that of an older man… digging into the hem of his shorts…
… rip…
… and…
… tear…
The world failed to protect him that day. And he was too weak to protect himself.
Falling…
falling. . .
fa l l i n g . . .
Into the arms of the Dark Elk.
A̵ ̶s̷p̶i̷k̷e̸ ̴o̸f̷ ̷d̸r̷e̶a̷d̵ ̴s̵h̷o̴o̶t̵s̵ ̶t̸h̴r̷o̷u̴g̶h̷ ̴y̴o̶u̴.̸ ̴A̷n̷ ̸i̴n̵e̸x̵p̴l̵i̶c̴a̶b̶l̵e̵ ̵f̴e̶e̶l̷i̵n̶g̸ ̸o̷f̵ ̵u̷r̶g̵e̷n̷c̷y̵ ̴m̵a̶k̸e̶s̴ ̴i̴t̴s̸e̴l̵f̷ ̸k̶n̸o̶w̴n̷,̶ ̵a̵s̸ ̵i̴f̵ ̵s̷o̵m̸e̴t̵h̷i̶n̵g̴ ̷t̷e̷r̸r̸i̸b̷l̸e̵ ̸i̸s̸ ̷b̷u̷b̴b̴l̵i̴n̸g̷ ̵u̸p̴ ̸b̷e̶n̵e̴a̶t̶h̸ ̴t̴h̸e̶ ̷s̶u̶r̶f̸a̶c̴e̷.̶
And thus something…
… da r k
a n d
te rr i b l e . . .
… was unleashed to a cruel and deserving world.
Rihoko sighed, and shook his head, willing away thoughts of the past. Though his fate, he believes, is a deserving one, the same can’t be said for his current partner. He swatted at the blue pendant of the ivory necklace around his neck. And as if in response, an incorporeal presence huffed on the shell of his ear.
He could hear the faint clinking of chains, the pale figure in his periphery slowly faded away.
Dressed in an off-white bathrobe, Rihoko stood up from his position by the bathtub, watching the small whirlpool he created in the water fade and into a calmness. The fragrant scent of bath oils filled his nose.
Coming out of the bathroom, the sound of bare footsteps padding the floor seemed to break the silence of the ambient room.
Rihoko’s flat is relatively small— though still bigger than his room in the orphanage— with a single bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. Not much in the way of personalization, as it was recently bought, but Rihoko hoped to install wallpaper at some point down the road.
That being said, he wasn’t the only occupant in his flat. The other was curled into the covers, fast asleep. A head of black hair sunk into the soft pillow underneath. His chest rose and fell somewhat heavily. When Rihoko passed over to the front side, he was greeted by the face of a young man.
Dan Heng, as the youth is called, seemed younger than him at first glance. But perhaps, like Kylar, it was because of his smaller build that Rihoko made that initial assumption.
Looking at his sleeping face, Rihoko admired the red birthmark that lined Dan Heng’s right eye, giving the appearance of eyeliner. He found it one of the most charming features of his new interest.
Dan Heng looked so peaceful like this, free from the worries of the cruel world— or more accurately, the cosmos— if not temporarily.
Unfortunately, Rihoko had to interrupt his sweet dreams.
Pale red eyes broke away from the birthmark to focus on the glaring h̷̝̔ͅö̶͓́̓l̵̹͑e̶̝͗̉ marring Danheng’s other eye— or what was left of it. A tendril, purple and undulating, protruded from the cracks that formed on Dan Heng’s lower eyelid.
H̷̢̏o̵̧̤̓̐l̸̹̑͋ë̶̠̎s̸̥̊͒ of the world, corroded by the Dark Elk’s poison in which She will attempt to crawl out should it further spread.
Rihoko was instantly pulled back to the day he first met Dan Heng, that poor boy. His face was almost consumed by Auriga's poison, tendrils almost forming a deformed antler. An Elkspawn.
Perhaps joining the Cloister rubbed off on him, it's been a while since he was involved with the clergy, because it was that day when he decided to— out of what goodness he had left in his heart— to take Dan Heng under his wing. To purge his body and soul of corruption.
Kneeling by his side of the bed, Rihoko leaned over to press a gentle kiss on the side of Dan Heng’s nose, then another, and another, almost incessantly.
“Baby, wake up~ Mommy needs to get you all nice and clean~”
Eventually, those long black lashes fluttered open to reveal those dazzling eyes. The one riddled with pulsating cracks was unable to fully open, unfortunately.
Dan Heng let out a low groan and he was finally stirred awake. It was enough for Rihoko to gently pick him up bridal-style and carry him to the bathroom. There’s little resistance, Dan Heng’s limbs hung limply while his face was buried into the crook of Rihoko’s neck.
They enter the tub, enjoying the warm water on their skin, relieving Dan Heng of Auriga’s poison and Rihoko of the day’s grime. It doesn’t take long for Dan Heng to shimmy into a comfortable position, grinding his cunt on Rihoko’s raised thigh.
Resting his chin on the head of black hair, Rihoko does as an incubus is wont to do. Despite the purpose of the purging ritual being righteous in concept, he cannot help but grope those small breasts, squeezing the meagre flesh between his fingers, and appreciate the little noises of pleasure Dan Heng would let out. After all, there was nothing disallowing Rihoko from enjoying the process.
Every once in a while, Dan Heng would shyly kiss him on the corner of his lips, acting like a virgin even though he was just as much a depraved slut as Rihoko was. Rihoko would return the favour with twice the voracity, nipping at his lips then intertwining their tongues. The red heart-shaped tip of his tail teasingly traced a line on Dan Heng’s inner thing, all the way up to the narrow slit between his legs, then flicking his swollen clit. The way Dan Heng let out a loud whine made Rihoko’s own cunt slick up.
Once Dan Heng was clean on the outside, Rihoko drained the bath tub and dried Dan Heng with one towel, while his long white hair was wrapped in another. Dan Heng let out a pleasant hum as those long fingers combed through his hair working through the knots and tangles until Rihoko could find none. He hid his face in the albino’s deep cleavage, deeply inhaling the pleasant milky scent that was Rihoko’s.
With the first part of the ritual done, they moved to the bedroom. A large pad was already laid out on the bed with an ivory bowl at the centre, in the corner of the room, Rihoko could see the pale figure observing him and his penitent. He offered a curt nod before tossing Dan Heng into bed.
Dan Heng watched as his partner loomed over him, the way his long white hair was like a mane and his tail would curl made Rihoko look like a predator stalking his prey.
Seeing him nude never failed to make Dan Heng wet in his loins. Unconsciously, his thighs rubbed together as he watched Rihoko crawl into bed on all fours. Rihoko was best described to be well endowed, voluptuous even, and sporting the body of a dancer. His chest was also rather full, with an erect nipple on each breast, the tips forming beads of milk.
When they were a breath away from each other, Rihoko seized Dan Heng’s chin to lean in for a kiss. It took little effort to get Dan Heng to melt into him, their tongues intertwining.
They let go eventually, breathless.
“You’ve been a very dirty boy. Mommy has no choice but to clean you up. So be good, okay?”
Nodding obediently, Dan Heng spread his legs in a daze. Like putty, ready to be manipulated by every part of his confessor.
Rihoko falls into a trance-like state as well, his pale red eyes seeing past Dan Heng’s very being.
“I hereby name you corrupted”
Rihoko knelt, positioning himself between Dan Heng’s thighs. Both their lower lips barely touch, glistening under the light.
“I will now take your corruption into myself, and you will be forgiven.”
Someone did something to me, brother.
I ca n ‘ t…
it feels like I c a n ‘ t
b r e a t h e
without taking in
every sin
committed
in this place…
But it feels like m y f A u L t . . .
One cannot become clean without something else becoming dirty.
“Yinyue-jun…”
Flesh joins flesh, bound by the throes of pleasure. The witch and his prey, engulfed by a halo of snowy white. Wings redder than newly spilled blood, spread wide and encompassing. The young dragon steadily approached his peak, suckling on the teat of his mother’s bosom.
Conjoined, they are but blissfully unaware of the voyeurs lurking near.
This was the scene Blade came to. It was surprisingly easy to break into the flat, all it took was to turn the knob engraved with a strange symbol and he was already inside. A faint mist swirls under his feet.
A pair of wanton moans, underlayed by a resounding wet noise, assaulted Blade’s ears as he further entered the flat. Shard unsheathed and gripped tightly by the hilt, his knuckles whiter than the deathly pallor of his skin. The moans bleed into the haze clouding his mind, further agitating this scarlet rage that wells within his body, stoked by a lover’s curse.
He could recognize Yinyue-jun in the cacophony. It is comparably youthful and whining, subtly different from the one he could hear in those clouded memories.
The other is foreign, accented. Flowy in intonation, and coy in manner. It’s what did most of the talking during the obvious act of coitus.
The scene Blade came to was the embodiment of debauchery. Yinyue-jun has his legs locked around the man on top of him, the latter using the long tresses of snowy white hair as a curtain to conceal Yinyue-jun’s face and upper torso, creating a suggestive image to unwitting voyeurs.
This man is evidently a demon— an incubus of sorts—judging by the devilish tail wrapped around Yinyue-jun’s leg, and the bat-like wings that were too small to be used in flight.
He grinds his cunt into Yinyue-jun, causing their fluids to intermingle between flesh. It’s no doubt erotic, Blade could feel his dick stir in his pants.
Blade should do something about this. But he never expected to encounter a scene like this. Here he was frozen by a torrent of emotions that ranged from shock, to rage, to grief, to rage again. It’s all too overwhelming that he could only utter in a raspy voice:
“Yinyue-jun.”
Rihoko snapped out of his trance, finally acknowledged his and Dan Heng’s interloper. He wasn’t all too shocked that the man had appeared. In fact, he was expecting this man to finally show up, and his exhibitionistic nature filled him with a simmering heat in his core at the thought of being caught having sex with Dan Heng.
Turning to the source of the voice, his lips curled into a coy smile when he is met with a red, candlelit gaze.
“Hey Kitty~ why, you’re just too curious for your own good. Aren’t you, Kitty Cat?”
Rihoko then waved at him dismissively.
“Just sit down and behave okay? Baby hasn’t cum yet.”
His already pale red eyes, framed by long translucent white lashes and paired with his freckled moon-like skin, were the only stark color on his person. It beheld an ethereal beauty distinct from the peerlessness of the Vidyadahara High Elder. His eyes when matched with that beatific smile contrasts the seductive aura the albino radiated.
And the way his hair was styled reminded Blade too much of his ol d s e l f.
it wa s a m o c k e r y
This lascivious pale demon possesses the sinner in his arms. The sinner sobs and whines at the lack of stimulation, clinging on to the demon’s claw, begging—
As if sensing the intent to disrupt the purging ritual, the pale figure lurking unnoticed in the room, its reddened neck bearing a suggestion of the same ivory necklace around Rihoko’s neck, seized the interloper. Pale tentacles erupted from its back, wrapping around Blade before pulling him into its cold body.
“̷̜̈́͐̈͊͝P̵̨͕̞̉ŭ̵̻̏͘͘r̶̳̼͗̓ġ̴͈̞̣̩̪̆͠è̷̟͐s̴̙͎͋̈͘.̵͓̬̫̀͒͊ ̷͉͕͙̒̎̀U̴͔̓̏̒͆̓r̵͙̉̈́̈́̀ḡ̵̹̤ē̸̹̲̌̚s̴̡̙̦̤͉͆̈́̓̄͐.̴̨̘͈̞̃̀́͜”̸̭̊
Blade struggled under the figure’s relentless restraints. And while he is able to shrug off the assault of its tentacles under the influence of his disease, extra pairs of arms sprout from the wraith’s back, with one knocking Shard out of his grasp. The sword buried into the floor under the force of its weight.
“̶̮͕̭͑͛̀̕ͅŢ̷̻̰͖̝̆̀w̸̘̘̜̌̑̾̐̕ö̸̗́͜,̵̧̢̡̪̯̈́̇͂ ̴̤̞̫̐͛̚ͅṲ̶̘͐ņ̸̦̳̟̅̾̈͝i̸͓͖̟͗͗̃͠ẗ̶̗̗̲ḙ̶̝̿͂.̵̡͈̮̈̀̋ ̵͉̻̼̿̒͘̚͠F̴̭̱̬͆͊̚͘o̵̥̥͒̇̽͆͑r̶̭̤̼͑͜e̷̙̺̫͉̖̔́̓͝v̵̧̮̫̱̇̎̈́̑è̸̺̎̀̓͝r̷̺͊,̷̧̮́̓ ̸͙̪̼͑A̵̱̍̈͗̿̎s̷̬̞͇̽̏̾ ̶̠̩͓͎̏͊͝͠O̸͕̼̣̔͂̒́̈́ņ̶̳̮̖̭̊̓̊͠e̸͎͉̣̥͛͂͆.̶̒͂͐̅͠ͅ”̷̖̭͇͋͒
Amusement laced Rihoko’s smile, simply hearing that voice made him feel so giddy inside.
Rihoko noticed the wet spot on the tip of the man’s erection. In a fit of provocation, Rihoko picked up Dan Heng in his arms. Dan Heng let out a yelp as he was placed securely on Rihoko’s lap.
“Baby, look, Daddy’s home~”
It seems that this phrase briefly snapped him out of his stupor, looking at anywhere but Blade’s general direction.
“No… no… Mommy— don’t let him see… so dirty… dirty inside—”
Tears rolled down Dan Heng’s clear eye, lovingly kissed away by Rihoko.
“Be a good boy and show Daddy how dirty you are~ Letting Auriga inside you. Is your soul so corrupt that her poison has nestled in your body to fester?”
Dan Heng hiccupped, blurting apologies in between sobs. Eventually his voice became incoherent, interrupted by moans of pleasure.
Below, Dan Heng’s legs were spread wide, feet locked around the pale demon’, giving Blade an unobstructed view of his chubby little pussy.
Rihoko’s fingers were deep inside Dan Heng, stretching his pussy open. His thumb circled teasingly around his clit, neatly trimmed nail lightly scratching his urethra.
“Ahn~ more~ ♡more~♡moremore~♡♡”
A translucent slick wetted Rihoko’s hand. Underneath him, Dan Heng bucked his hips to the pale demon’s hand.
Utterly hypnotized by Rihoko’s ministrations and Dan Heng’s display. Only Rihoko and the Ivory Wraith see his tail unravel, prehensile as it snakes the red heart shaped tip to Dan Heng’s widened slit.
“aAAaHhhnnn~♡♡!!!!”
A trail of saliva rolled down his chin.
Dan Heng’s arousal was already at his peak, the ivory bowl underneath forming a small puddle of slick slightly tinged with what looked like pink streaks. The moment he was penetrated by Rihoko’s tail, it was like the floodgates opened. A rush of fluids sprayed on the pad, leaving dark stains.
Just then, Dan Heng arched his back but he was restrained by Rihoko’s arms. A strange glowing pink liquid gushed from his pussy, it had a viscous consistency but smoothly poured out and into the ivory bowl.
When he was finally drained of the pink liquid, Dan Heng fell limply into Rihoko’s arm as if he were a puppet with its strings cut.
It seems that his human disguise was broken too, revealing his Vidyadhara form. Unbothered, Rihoko pulled back the extra length of black hair from his face. With his tail still stuck in Dan heng’s cunt, he carefully took the full bowl and maneuvered around the Vidyadhara.
“Ives, the sake bottle.”
“L̶͂͜â̶ͅz̴̕ͅy̸̖͛.”
Its melodic voice let out a mocking chuckle, but otherwise used a tentacle to grab an empty sake bottle and tossed it Rihoko’s way.
Rihoko snorted at its tone.
The pink liquid was then transferred to the bottle, and any excess was swallowed by the pale demon.
Rihoko’s wings fluttered as he savoured the taste of corruption.
After putting the ivory bowl away— but not after licking off any traces left— Rihoko tended to the sleeping Dan Heng.
Laying in bed, Dan Heng’s now long hair splayed out like a black halo. Making the youth all the more delectable. Rihoko was almost hesitant when he popped his tail out of him.
Using his thumb, Rihoko gingerly picked off the fringe stuck around the skin where the purple tendril was growing. A frown wrinkled the space between his brows.
It’s not uncommon for people and animals to hide injury or pain— often it’s out of the fear of burden. But eventually the corruption will overtake, oozing from every pore and every orifice.
Dan Heng was no different, by concealing his Vidyadhara form, he managed to conceal the worst of the taint. Rihoko observed that much from their first purging ritual.
Without the corruption severely tainting his body, he would no doubt be a majestic creature of divine beauty. But as it is now, cracks riddled his face, with most concentrating on his one eye where the h̷̝̔ͅö̶͓́̓l̵̹͑e̶̝͗̉ manifests, and spreading out into disorderly webs further down his body. Of the two teal coral-like horns, one was discolored and wrapped in the coils of the purple tendril, forming one half of the a̴͍̔n̵̖̓ẗ̸́ͅl̷̛̦è̵̯r̵͖̾s̶̱͝. Nothing has changed.
Is this just a hopeless cycle?
“B̷̺̾ḛ̷̏ ̸͓̊ȁ̴͙u̸̱͒ ̵̠̃t̵̙͂ ̸̼́i̷̲͌ ̸͉̚ ̸̤͛f̴̱̀ ̵̼̐ ̶̘̚u̶̫͋ ̶̲̄ ̵̩̎ ̶̟̄l̷̗̃”
The Ivory Wraith’s voice whispered in his ear, but Rihoko knew he was still in the corner of the room fondling the interloper’s cock.
Speaking of the interloper.
“What did you do to him?”
Rihoko shivered at that baritone, a bit envious of his pleasant sounding voice. Now if only it wasn’t full of venom.
“Tsk, you’re too curious for your own good, Kitty Cat. Why don’t you start with a greeting first? Maybe a name? You’ve been chasing us till the end of the universe, at least buy us dinner first.”
Swirling the bottle in his hand, Rihoko made his way to the interloper.
The contrast between the two was like night and day in terms of their state of dress. With Rihoko’s hair being long and thick enough to provide some form of decency, while Blade’s intricate yet simple coat was dishevelled and his pants undone and dick out and leaking precum.
Looking at his face upclose, Rihoko swooned. The way he was glaring at him reminded Rihoko so much of the day when the Ivory Wraith haunting him around town during the bloodmoon in a fit of rage after he stole and sold the ivory necklace to the museum.
“I am not giving you a blowjob, Kitty Cat.”
“Blade.”
“Finally. Call me Rihoko, Rihoko Doe,” he smiled.
“I hope you don’t mind sitting in Ives’ lap, I know tops don’t really like competing with other tops. But you know I know that you’d kill me if I didn’t have you restrained, no?”
No answer.
Taking a swig from his sake bottle, Rihoko's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Auriga's poison has a unique texture; he remembered Bailian's claim that it tasted extremely bitter, describing the sensation as if she was reflexively trying to vomit. But due to the radiant nature of an angel's transformation, her purity clashed with the corruption until it was snuffed out.
Unlike her, Rihoko's corrupted vessel enjoyed the poison, soothing his damned soul. The corruption melded with his very being.
“What's your deal with him?”
“I'd ask you the same thing.”
“Fair, your name was on the tip of my tongue. Have you heard of Auriga the Dark Elk?”