An Erotic Epilogue

Oboro took a spot before her lord and the retreating group, watching after them as he continued to **** himself at that commoner's command, his attendants kneeling subserviently nearby.

Hmmp. It seemed that those two women would not do after all. Pity, their spiritual power would have admirably strengthened the blood of the clan. But there was nothing to be done, that well-hung peasant had overawed her lord with his cocksmanship. Truly, there was no way Genshiro-sama would be able to sew his seed with them, his mind constantly reminded of the way this peon had shown himself superior in manhood.

Well, it seemed another visit to the mortal world was in order. They would have to resume the search for proper concubines for her lord.

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The rhythmic sound of her lord polishing his turgid blade continued behind her as the trio of outsiders abruptly turned around, the mortal man ahead with his mammoth member leading the way.

She watched them as they approached, focusing mostly on the pitiful kunoichi. She judged her to be the one likely to do something rash. The ghost was perfectly docile and the peasant had yet to take a single action out of turn.

The girls paused beneath Oboro's piercing gaze as the boy passed around behind her, Yuuna nervously waving her fingers while the kunoichi scowled at Oboro and covered her exposed body with her arms.

"Yes? Why do you tarry?" she demanded, even as she dismissed them with a tilt her head, "Your presence is no long-"

"Nono, Oboro!" Her lord spoke his voice lifted with passion, "They can stay and provide a canvass for my pleasure! Oooh! Hold still, I'll use my forbidden technique!"

"Very well." Oboro intoned as she felt this... Muryo's... hand land firmly upon her rear, fingers digging in and rubbing. She shifted her legs slightly as she felt his touch slide down the crack of her ass, pressing at her rectum through her clothes. Her lord continued to pleasure himself while making use of his 'sexy' technique to put the two girls through a succession of outlandish outfits.

"So... why do serve this idiot anyway?" the peasant asked and she ignored him naturally, dragons do not converse with mice. Though, of course, she did tell him how much she enjoyed the way his hand was alternating between her asscheeks, grasping and fondling with vigor.

He chuckled and took her arm, pulling her around to face his giant erection, "Come on, tell me why you serve this guy."

"Because I exist to serve the black dragon god, born from the tail, it is my duty to protect Genshiro-sama and strengthen the Ryuuga clan at all costs, to stop at nothing to obtain that goal." She replied evenly as she glanced at her lord, his phallus stood like a hard spire from his robes as he tugged upon it with a sure two-handed grip, his handsome face split in a grin filled with perversity as he worked his will upon the would-be concubines' nubile forms.

"Heh... So that's why you kidnapped my ghost and my ninja? If this is common practice, I'm totally absolved of any guilt at all for what I'm about to do."

She let herself be pushed by the commoner, confident she could easily slip out from his grip upon her shoulders should her lord need her, not that there was any true danger here in the bosom of his castle. The peasant boy stared at her with a smile that spoke largely of his supreme lust, "Take off your clothes, honey-slut."

Oboro shrugged and removed her haori, followed by her kimono which fell to the floor about her feet revealing her body with only her panties guarding her the modesty of her mons.

"You know what's about to happen, Gen?" asked Muryo, looking over even as his hands reached out to press into her breasts.

"Of course! It is clear as day! You intend to rut with Oboro-san, take her like an animal with your h-huge beastly c-c-cock!" Hearing the uncharacteristic timidity in her lord's voice there at the end dismayed her and she itched to burn this newfound weakness from her clan's blood. Glancing at the swollen straining source of Genshiro-sama's unease as it stabbed into her belly, she found it unlikely for this to happen anytime soon.

His fingers slid along the slight slopes of her breasts, moving to pinch and pull her nipples, "I love these beautiful tea-cups, Oboro."

The rush of euphoric emotion at hearing how this lowly peasant felt about her modest bosom almost made her smile, "Ah! The way you fondle my chest is rather... nice." She slipped her fingers into her panties and pushed them down her legs, bending over, her head moving past the boy's weighty shaft. She stepped out of the undergarment and straightened with it dangling from her fingers.

She turned her attention back to her lord, showing enviable stamina with himself as the interlopers spoke behind her.

"You feeling alright, girls? You mind I'm taking a moment here? Ooh! Samurai fundoshi's! Nice!"

"No, of course not! Please do! That feels so nice!"

"We'd be better off retreating. But I trust your judgement, Muryo! Ah! Your hands massaging my breasts feels wonderful like always!"

Oboro cocked her head slightly. It occurred to her that she was rather aroused, her womanhood quite hot and moist all of a sudden.

Hmmph.

"Oboro, put those on Genshiro's face." Said Muryo as he came up alongside her, stroking his lengthy phallus with one hand.

Oboro blinked, taking a moment to understand his meaning. She quickly lifted the white lacy garment, letting the twisted silk dangle from the fingertips of one hand before she manipulated them and spread them with both of her hands as she stepped closer to her master, raising her arms over his dark-haired head. "Hold still, my lord." she whispered as she stretched them over his head, carefully adjusting them with both hands so that the crotch of the underwear was across his face, covering his forehead, nose, and mouth.

Muryo laughed and Yuuna giggled at the sight her lord now made. "Wear those with pride, Genshiro, for you are the legendary panty-headed dragon-god!"

"Yes, I will!"

Oboro looked to Muryo patiently, his intentions quite clear. With his massive slab of thick, veiny manhood out, she would of course obey. She eyed the large smooth orbs dangling beneath it speculatively, full of potent seed. Perhaps this would be a worthwhile infusion of new blood into the clan. Yes, indeed.

"Go get on that vanity, Oboro." he ordered and she did so silently, crossing to the side of the dressing room. There were many ways she could interpret his statement but she had been brought to the point of arousal where she desired this coupling, if only to sate her body's insistent need. So she turned and lifted herself up to sit upon it, spreading her legs wide and presenting her womanhood to the room.

Muryo approached, the huge-broad head of his phallus swaying side to side as it stuck out, vaguely reminiscent of some tracking predator to Oboro's eyes. The effect was not unappealing to her womanly desires. "Watch closely, Genshiro. Come on over. And don't cum! In fact, it's normal for you to be completely unable to cum until I flick your dick, normally staying completely hard and horny until then no matter what!"

Yes, truly it was common-sense that a mighty dragon-god would not be able to reach climax until he had received a nice hard flick upon the glans from a lowly peasant boy.

As the commoner knelt down between her legs, her lord walked over. He shrugged out of his clothing, revealing his divine form, muscular and firm, broad shoulders and narrow hips. He joined them and resumed pumping his prick as he clearly ogled her exposed form and she found herself blushing slightly, much to her chagrin.

Then her attention was suddenly focused very firmly upon Muryo at her womanhood as he spread her nether lips with his fingers and he moved his mouth to her and pressed his tongue firmly against the pink folds. She cried out wordlessly, quite unable to intelligibly describe how much she appreciated his heady touch. It had been some time since her quim had received any attention and she felt that she would cum in a few short seconds if he kept up his plunging licks. The surface of his tongue ran in long and broad lines starting the bottom of her pussy to her swollen clitoris. At one point, he inserted his tongue into her snatch and pushed in as far as he could, rubbing along her inner walls and gathering up her juices.

Her lord leaned in laying one hand on the bureau beside her naked hip as he watched the mortal's efforts avidly as he pumped his swollen manhood. Noting that the seat of her panties had shifted obstructing the sight of one eye, Oboro reached out even as her hips shook involuntarily and managed to squeeze them together across his nose, fixing the problem. Forever in service. Such a fitting thought, for right at that very moment her climax hit and she told them, quite unable to control the volume of her voice, "YesyesYES! It feels so good having your commoner tongue thrusting in and out of my eager pussy. Yes! I'm c-cuuuuUUUUMMIINg!"

Oboro screwed her eyes shut, leaning back against the mirror on the back of the vanity and rocking her pelvis crazily in response to the waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy. Several moments passed of slowly falling pleasure as she jerked and groaned with every lingering lick Muryo gave her spasming cunt. Finally, she opened her eye and told him with all the seriousness she could muster, "I love the way you lick my pussy."

He grinned and stepped back, offering his massive drooling cock-head with one hand, "Thanks. I'm sure I'm going to love the way you suck cock."

Oboro's knees yielded to his inherent command and she slipped off the vanity silently, the tip of his cock barely touching her lips. She took its base in her hand and regarded it. There were still places in the world that were devoted to worshiping a man's penis. She admitted that this lowly boy possessed something on that level. Did they not all bend to its will in the matters of the bedroom? She glanced at her lord beside them stroking his admirable shaft that was but a pale shadow of this one, unable to empty his backed up balls and release his seed save for the permission of this mortal man.

Yes, it was quickly becoming clear how the blood of the Ryuuga could be empowered. It seemed that this hadn't been such a failure after all.