Dullahan [pt. III]

Kimihito woke with a start. He was in someone's arms being carried aloft down his street, two soft masses pressed into his side. He turned to look at the face of his bearer and he freaked out, jerking in her grip.

"Ahh!" He exclaimed, staring at a headless neck.

The sound of Seijo's laughter nearby drew his attention and he saw his friend walking beside them, holding the dullahan's head in the crook of his arm. He grinned at Kimihito and quickly held her up, sliding two fingers right up her neck hole, causing a perceptible shudder cross her features, "Hey Kimi! Glad to see that last one didn't make you brain-dead or whatever! Meet Lala!"

She blinked at him.

"Um... hi, Lala. Uh... you found her body? That's great! How'd you manage it?"

Seijo shrugged, "Eh... super easy. Barely an inconvenience."

"Okay..." he looked between her head and her neck as they moved along the sidewalk, her arms seemed to carry his weight without the slightest strain. She was strong... "So... can she put her head on? Is something wrong? Do we need to call Ms. Smith?"

Lala spoke up, irritation in her voice, "The organization hunting me does not need to be notified. Of course, my head can be mounted upon my neck. I just have no need to maintain that physical bond, so long as my body remains within my sphere of influence."

"Too bad I already called Kuroko, heh. But yea, it goes on just fine. I just wanted to keep holding it and Lala didn't mind." He casually tossed the head up in the air and caught it.

Kimihito ignored Seijo's irreverent commentary, that was normal for him. "Organization hunting you?" Shadowy government conspiracies came to mind but also some notions of a demonic cult based solely upon the woman's insistence that she was some sort of grim reaper-like deity.

"Yes." said Lala in a serious tone, her delivery somewhat negated by the fact that Seijo was holding her upside down, "They have the gall to make rules and somehow believe that the laws of the mortal realm hold dominion over a goddess of ****, a harvester of souls... Insolent knaves! **** can not be contained and told where to reside!"

Okay, so that was Cultural Exchange Program seen through the eyes of a particularly fanciful liminal. She came from another world and was no doubt born into a religious role that had to do with performing ceremonies around **** and passing on. Kimihito wasn't about to burst her bubble, however. Part of his new job was to do his best to accommodate the girls and even if Japanese society as a whole was not likely to embrace her beliefs, he could and would do so with enthusiasm.

As they reached the house, Lala lowered him to his feet at Seijo's urging,"Let me know if you are feeling weak again, Kimihito-san." said the blue skinned white haired beauty's still casually held by Seijo, "It would be an honor to ferry your weak soul to the other side. It is my duty..."

Seijo laughed, "He's not about to die, lady! He just can't help but cum his brains out watching me do my thing. Shit. I should probably do something about that, right? It's normal for men watching me have sex to eventually reach a point where they feel the most pleasure possible without passing out and without experiencing any brain damage, at this point they are completely sexually satisfied."

That was true, thought Kimihito as he was still embraced by and pushed along by a headless blue woman through the cool night. He knew that a person's sexuality was malleable and it wasn't all that surprising that witnessing Seijo fuck the brains out of various Liminals day in and day out would have an effect on his proclivities when it came to sex. Seijo had sex with the Liminal-girls that resided within Kimihito's home all the time. From the moment Seijo had entered their lives as Official Liminal Sex Provider, every one of Kimihito's orgasms had been due to witnessing Seijo have sex. There was quite honestly, nothing more intensely erotic and arousing than seeing that huge penis splitting a woman open.

When they enter the house, he took off his shoes and placed them politely just so. Seijo did too, but he followed up by taking off the rest of his clothes. No surprise there. Seijo's workplace uniform was naturally wearing nothing at all. Kimihito picked up his casually discarded clothing after him. Technically, his job duties as Liminal Caretaker meant he only had to wash the girls' clothing but he didn't mind doing Seijo's laundry too. The guy spent nearly as much time here as he did at his own place with the M.O.N.

Kimihito felt a familiar bit of uncomfortable arousal pulsing towards his groin as he laid his eyes briefly upon Seijo's 'third-leg', the lengthy member lived up to that name like no other even soft.

There was a burst of motion and a loud cacophony as the Liminal occupants of the house erupted in response to their arrival. "Yayyy, SEIJO!" shrieked Papi and Seijo was embraced by blue feathered wings and a slight harpy that was wearing just a black crop-top, her feathered mons bouncing around jauntily atop the thick dangling base of Seijo's prick.

The television was on, a cooking competition involving regular elimination was on it. Rachnera's huge sprawling form sat perched upon the bean-bag chair. Miia was wrapped languidly atop the couch, her vibrantly dark pink snake's tail encompassing and wrapping Meroune's lighter pink fish's tail as she sat out upon the other end of the couch.

Cerea clopped into the room, her impressively large and grand breasts swinging side to side with her stride, smacking against each other in time with her step. Her beautiful face was bright with excitement, “My master Seijo has returned? Yes! How wond-“ her gaze fell upon Lala and her expression hardened, her hands moving to the hilt of her sword, the only thing she was wearing was the belt that held her sheathed blade. “Who is this dark intruder?”

Her question set off a burst of excitement and alarm in the room as all of the girls turned to look at Lala and saw her disturbing form:

"Wh-aat??"

"IT'S A- IT'S A- IT'S A-"

"IT'S A GHOST WITH NO HEEEEE-AAAAAD!"

Miia got off the couch to impose herself between the headless body and Seijo, only to freak out and recoil when she laid eyes on the woman's head in his arms.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Relax, everyone." commanded Seijo, shaking his head in mirth at their comical reaction.

"Yes. It's okay." said Kimihito, holding his hands out calmingly, "This is Lala. She's a Dullahan. It's normal for them to be able to detach their head without harm. We encountered her on the way home. She'd lost her head and we helped her find it."

Cerea relaxed, releasing her hold on her sheathed sword, “Ah. So she’s a Dullahan…”

“Oh? You know about these types?” asked Seijo as he held Lala’s head up, balancing her up with her neck sitting on the open palm of his hand.

The big buxom centaur nodded her head, “Yes, master. They are the headless knights that appear before those on the brink of ****. They are known as beings akin to the grim reaper as they come to reap souls and take them to the realm of the dead.”

Kimihito was a bit taken back. Cerea was a serious person, but that statement was delivered with complete faith and belief. Now he was wondering if Cerea and Lala didn’t come from the same lands, sharing myths. Certainly the rest of the girls weren’t coming from the same place:

“So there really Is a Grim Reaper…!” murmured Miia.

“Just like a fairy tail!” exclaimed Meroune still marooned upon the couch.

“I thought they were just imaginary.” Added Rachnera as she scuttled closer, tapping her chin with a finger. “In any case, we should definitely strip and tie up the body for further investigation, don’t you think, huh, Seijo-sama?”

“No.” Lala intoned firmly and somewhat loftily, “My dark magnificence cannot be bound and to attempt to do so is to bring a shadowed cloud upon your mortal soul.” The effect of her heavy pronouncement was mostly annulled by the fact that she was just a head sitting atop Seijo’s hand and her headless body had just wandered into a wall.

It took a moment for Seijo to respond to anything that was going on around him as his attention had been captured by Papi and Suu, the blue and green slime girl had snuck up on him as a mobile puddle and growing to full person size in an instant at his feet and already in possession of his penis. She was in her buxom big hipped and big boobed shaped, a sharp contrast to her harpy friend’s super petite form, the both of them hungrily enthusiastically sucking and stroking his dick with their either slimy or feathery forms.

"Ah... Well, you don't want it tied up? Cool. I guess that means you're cool with us stripping you then, right? Rachy? Care to do the honors?" Seijo asked even as did his best to grip Suu's gooey head as he humped it, the shape of the slime girl's skull elongating wildly to keep possession of his full length rather than letting it burst out the back. Witnessing this, Kimihito couldn't resist the magnetic-like pull between his hand and his groin, his balls throbbing with anxious desire, his penis an iron bar in his pants.

"Oh I'm on it, Seijo-san!" declared Rachnera already all over the poor prey that was Lala's body stupidly walking into the wall. With her large size and her over-abundance of limbs, the Arachne easily pulled it back to the center of the room while at the same time rapidly divesting it of it's dark clothing. Soon enough, the headless form was exposed in its entirety, a tender curvaceous figure with an impressive bosom, her blue skin smooth and exotic. Including her fine featured head, it was clear Lala was a beautiful woman, a luscious and attractive frame underneath her dark shell, her bust potent and tipped with darker blue nipples and her curves enough to perhaps rival even Miia or Mero.

But what really caught Kimihito’s attention, what drew his gaze even more so than any of Lala’s other features, was the addition to her groin. Between the wide hips and plush thighs, underneath a sweep of silvery pubic hair, hung an oddly shaped tube of blue flesh. She was a futanari?!

His eyebrows rose as he stared at it and its presence was quickly noticed by the rest of the room.

"What is that?"

"Does she have a d-dick?!"

"Now isn't that interesting....fuu...fuu..."

Cerea was nonplussed, looking around at everyone like they were they were the strange ones, "Of course she has a phallus. She is a Dullahan, the fabled headless horsewomen! Naturally they are hung like stallions." She blushed a bit and gave Lala's loins a quick measuring glance.

"Heh. Okay." remarked Seijo, managing to disentangle himself from Suu and Papi to approach Lala's body still clutched by Rachnera's larger form from behind, "I guess that makes about as much sense as randomly not having a head that stays on." He reached down and flicked at the fat sheath that contained her penis even as he casually dangled Lala's head by the large scythe shaped bang of silver hair with his other hand.

"Fuu...fuu... what are you going to do with her?" asked Rachnera as she watched his actions with her body curled around Lala's, her chin sitting on her left shoulder and her hands groping and squashing the big blue breasts.

"I would ask that you return my head to me now." Lala spoke, her tone of voice firm yet raspy,"You have done a great service to this herald of **** and I have deigned to provide the boon of my steed to bear this poor mortal here. This unholy contract between us is now complete and I must return to my eternal watch, my hellish burden." Her delivery of this sanctimonious statement was somewhat undercut by the fact that she was gently bouncing off the side of Seijo's hairy leg, turning this way and that as she dangled by her hair in his grip.

Chuckling, Seijo pulled his fist into his stomach so that the dangling dullahan's face rubbed against his pendulous shaft, "Quiet you." That did the trick as eyes went wide and a thick purplish blush took over her face. Her tongue was soon lapping at his cock-flesh, a sound of culinary enjoyment humming in her throat. Her lewd actions were pretty awkward given she couldn't control the movement of her head and she just licked and slurped at whatever part she could reach as she swung from Seijo's grip.

"No balls... ah... here's your sweet little pussy." Seijo had her definitely swelling sheath in his hand, beneath its loose flesh at the base began the greyish pink folds of her vagina. By its location at the top of her opening it seemed obvious that her penis took the place of her clitoris. Seijo slid his fingers underneath to slide along her slit, "Wow. You're just made of holes, aren't you?"

"Fuu...fuu... you can say that again." remarked Rachnera, her voice low and sultry. She'd risen up to peer down Lala's neck, her claws still at the Dullahan's large breasts, gently tweaking her fat engorged nipples, "I found a neck cunt...mmm...." She lowered her face to it for a closer investigation.

The rest of the room's occupants exchanged glances, smiles, and looks of excitement. They'd been looking forward to a group session of sex provided just as soon as their lover and assigned official returned from his 'boy's night' trip out with Kimihito. Now was clearly that time and with a brand new friend to share in the fun! The girls had already started to take off their clothes and play with each others bodies as they watched.

Feeling just as excited and sporting an insistent erection, Kimihito quickly moved about gathering up the discarded clothing. He rushed a bit, already looking forward to his next big Seigasm. Most of the girls were too busy watching the action in the center of the living room to pay him much attention but Miia gave him a loving smile, a short embrace, and a kiss on the tip of his nose. It made him feel very warm inside. In the laundry room, he deposited the clothing and then stripped off his own and added to the basket. His erect and pulsing penis stuck out straight as an arrow as he headed back to the group with a bottle of lube and a few sex toys.

He came back into the room, hearing Miia exclaim, "Ooooh! That's making her dick super excited! Look at it! So big!"

Seijo was now on the couch with Lala's head, Miia and Mero leaning into him from either side. Lala's body was still in the middle of everyone but Rachnera had **** it to its knees and was holding its arms back behind it, its torso bent back, lewdly displaying both her very big boobs and extremely large penis.

"Why does the dick look so weird?" asked Suu hovering nearby as she formed a gooey replica of it quivering out of her crotch.

"Yea! Yea! It's got so many parts! Why is that, huh?" chirped Papi, crouching and leaning forward on her wings, twisting her head side to side with avid interest.

Cerea clopped in place anxiously, her tone aggrieved, "It does not look weird! It is a... fine, handsome phallus." She blushed, tugging at her pony-tail and quickly glancing away.

It... was a horse's penis. And big. It had to be maybe ten to twelve inches long, tipped with a ridged blunt end. Most of it was a dark blue almost black in color, barring the bright pink front 3 inches, with thick veins prominent along its length. It was thick and firm, animalistic and powerful, hardened and throbbing with whatever desires fueled it.