117. Yell back at Azami.

Jealous/Wrath Chapter 3: Oh, beware, my lord.

"You fucking bitch!" I scream at her. "How could you **** your own daughter!" I grabbed the shoulder of her kimono and pulled her up to her feet, but her garment just ripped open allowing one of her tremendous udders to bounce free. That’s when the thing inside of me surged and I lost all semblance of rational thought.

Ignoring the body on the floor I threw the older woman down across her dead daughter's bed and quickly ripped open the rest of her kimono leaving her lying almost dazed in just panties alone. With two hands I simply snapped the thin fabric apart as I couldn’t be bothered with taking them off and then dropped my drawers and plunged into my first cunt. It was delightfully hot and wet and caused my dick to feel such amazing sensations I was in heaven until I looked and saw Azami scarcely seemed to even know what I was doing to her.

"Moan for me, bitch!" I yelled and started pounding her harder.

Only then did she even look at me, as if I was no more than a nuisance. "Why should I?" she spat. "You are so pathetic and small, my elderly husband has more power. And your technique is so poor a dog could fuck me better than this." My ego spiked and I knew I wanted her begging for my cum before I finished. I started focusing on not just pleasing myself, but making her want it as well. I started grinding my hips more and playing with her boobs gently as I searched out for the spots and moves that would make her body succumb to the same carnal pleasure I was taking out on her.

"Pinch my nipples harder, you weakling," she directed and after I started doing that then ordered, "Tip your hips back and fuck me hard and deep." I **** myself up on my knees and pulled her ankles over my shoulders, lifting her voluptuous ass right off the bed as I pounded down into her. Fucking her was getting to be hard work, but she was slowly coming around. I could hear her breathing starting to quicken and knew my manipulations of her body were having an effect.

Then she surprised me by kicking me back off of her. "I didn’t tell you to just wiggle it around!" Then she turned around and stuck her but up at me on her hands and knees. "I want you to fuck the shit out of me!" I surged with ferocious anger and lust for this bitch and took her like one. "Fuck me!" she screamed as I drove my cock in harder, easily causing bruises to her ass as my hips collided with hers. "Harder!" she still shouted back at me. How could I go any harder?

Out of frustration I grabbed a fistful of her silky blonde hair and pulled back hard on, using it like the reins of my ox. With my other hand, I raised it up and brought it down like a whip or a paddle spanking loudly onto her ass. "Ahhhh!" she shouted and that was when she finally started cuming. I’d been putting off my own pleasure for a while now, so I concentrated on plowing her deep, loving her contractions around my shaft, and finishing up quickly myself.

Then she moved strangely under me, twisting and something cold came into contact with my balls. For just a moment it felt good as surprising as it was, but then the pain started. "ARRRRHHHH!" I mirrored her own shout as my brain ripped apart inside. My balls continued to pulse, though now it wasn’t just expelling my sperm, but half my soul as well. After a moment of seizures in which I was sure I was going to die, suddenly everything stopped and I fell backward, landing painfully on my ass onto the hardwood floor.

I was racked with mental, physical, and spiritual exhaustion, but just before I passed out I glimpsed Azami holding a strange glass cube the same size as the black onyx one that had belonged to Setsuko, but this one was glowing with vibrant green bubbles bouncing gently inside it. Now it was all so clear. Without a doubt, I knew that was the physical manifestation of the oni that had been afflicting me, and it had been the source of all the recent murders as it possessed me and others.

Then a gob of my white goo dropped down from her snatch onto the cube and it seemed to react with the glowing bubbles bouncing around in either excitement or rage. That was the extent of my memories up to that night as the toll on my body became too much for me and I passed out.