Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 14:48:08 -0800
From: Darc Blackwind <arboc969@hotmail.com>
Subject: TRANSGENDER ARCHIVE Ronin Chapter 3 by Darc Blackwind (TS,anal)

Sorry about how long it took me to post this new chapter. Lets just say
that a lot of it was influenced by new experiences! Anyway, here she is,
I hope you enjoy!

Sincerely,
Darc


Chapter 3


Seizan gazed at the demon slayer, almost stunned. She was exceedingly
gorgeous, with shimmering, silky, shoulder-length sable hair wreathing
her pale, delicately stunning face. Her eyes were what were most
enchanting about her, for they were large and catlike, and they spoke of
years of experience in many things, not just slaying demons. She had the
body of a goddess, slim, lithe, with gently flaring hips and perfect
breasts, all concealed in tight-fitting black leather armor. "Y, you're
Naoko?" he stammered as he sheathed his katana.

She walked up to him and smiled. Upon her forehead was what looked like a
tiara, but it wasn't. It was more of a headband with a jewel that hung
delicately from it to just above her eyes in the center of her forehead.
"Yes. You're the ronin everyone is talking about, aren't you?"

Seizan smirked. "Heheheh, I guess my reputation precedes me. . . ."

Naoko giggled, her voice delicate, yet possessing that certain sense of
hardened emotion that the skilled warrior acquires after so many battles.
It was indeed unnerving for the ronin to stand near the beautiful demon
slayer and understand that she indeed possessed the powers that made her
the most capable demon slayer in all of Kashida. "So, I'm glad that I
assumed Onikage isn't your birth name"

"No, it isn't. . . ." he said straightforwardly. "So, you're the
best demon slayer in Kashida, huh?"

Naoko smirked. "Yep. There hasn't been a demon created that I haven't
been able to take down with my trusty kasurigama!" She pulled out her
weapon of choice, a 3-foot long sickle attached to a two-foot long wooden
handle. Wrapped around her waist was what looked to be a really long,
finely woven metal chain that had a spiked metal ball on one end and
attached to the scythe-like weapon on the other end. "I named her
Ni-Ten, or Two Heavens. She's been the reason I've survived for so long
in battle!"

"My, that's some weapon you have there, demon slayer," Seizan smirked
teasingly. "Anyway, shall we embark to the Honden of Chaos' End?"

"Lets!" she said as she tucked her weapon back behind her into her sash
that held her tight-fitting black armor in place.

The morning mists were thick enough to cut with the blade of a knife, it
seemed. "So, Naoko," Seizan began, "where are you from?"

Looking over at the ronin, she shrugged. "Here and there. I never stay
in one place for long. . . ." She smiled, chuckling quietly to herself.
"I've been on the road so long I don't remember where I started. . . .
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry over that. . . ."

Seizan nodded, smirking at her airy-fairy way of talking. "I hear you
there. . . . It's becoming hard for me to remember where I began as
well. . . ." Resting his left hand on the hilt of his katana, Seizan
gazed up through the hazy fog, seeing the brilliant sphere of the sun
filter through it like moonlight penetrating ink-black smoke from a
battlefield forsaken by peace. "This mist is certainly thick. . . ." he
said to himself as he sniffed at the salty air.

Naoko nodded, walking easily through it with a fluid grace that bespoke
of many years of training. "Yes it is. . . ." she said indifferently as
the two warriors made their way through the village's entrance, out onto
an earthen path that led over the horizon. "So, Seizan," the woman
began as the two made progress in the early-morning mist, a gentle zephyr
caressing the sides of their faces as the walked forth towards the
Honden. "Tell me about yourself. I'm curious to know who I'm working
with."

Smiling, despite himself, Seizan shrugged. "There's not too much to
tell. I was born in Edo twenty-four years ago, began training in the many
arts of combat at six, and became a samurai in Lord Miyamoto's legion at
twelve. After eight years of serving my liege, he vanished into thin air,
leaving us all behind. Since then, I grabbed my sword and started walking
away from Echigo and haven't looked back since." He sighed and gazed up
at the clouds, drifting lazily over head as he swiped his sable hair out
of his eyes. "I find a certain beauty . . . a solace, if you will . . .
in the solitude of the road. I could never find that when I was
Miyamoto's Hatamoto." He gazed back at his beautiful compatriot. "So,
what about you, Naoko? Why have you taken up the blade?"

Shrugging, she walked beside him in silence, her eyes pensive as she
gazed forward into the distance, watching the river off to the side of
the road flow serenely with them, cherry trees lining the banks. "I
never really thought about it. . . ." she admitted truthfully, listening
to the sounds of the water sloshing and gurgling in its progress down the
side of the road until it curved towards them. Crossing the old wooden
bridge, she smiled. "It just seemed like something to do at the time. My
family, the clan Shinamori, has always trained demon slayers. Ever since
its conception over a thousand years ago, my family has always protected
Kashida from oni ever entering past the forests to the western border,
where Echigo lies." Seizan nodded, understanding what she told him. "Of
course, the oni have long since wished the clan Shinamori's downfall. .
. ."

"Wow, your lineage must be quite deep, gentle Naoko," Seizan said as
they continued forth, their feet padding softly in the moist earth. "My
family has a less reputable origin. The clan Akiyama have always been
servants to their lords. It was for this reason that I became a samurai,
I believe. I was so overwhelmed by my family's lack of recognition that
I feigned to be from the clan Nobunaga to join Shirai Ryu and master the
art of swordsmanship. . . ."

Naoko nodded. "Wow. It must have been quite a challenge, trying to
convince the Shirai masters of your lineage and abilities with the
blade!"

Laughing heartily, Seizan shook his head. "Not as hard as you'd think,
my demon slayer. I had trained so many hours in the forest outside of the
town of Shirai that the inquisitors of Shirai Ryu were of little
consequence. They were actually quite slow compared to me, though they
had better training. Therefore, after defeating the initiator Hotaromaru,
I was taken in to be taught in the Shirai Ryu way of combat. Spending
two years perfecting my blade techniques on sparring partner and oni
alike, I enlisted in Miyamoto's army for hire. I guess I've always been
something of a mercenary." He winked at Naoko, who smiled and nodded.

Laughing, she smiled and said, "Aren't we all?" She then looked
forward into the wispy veil of fog and sighed. "It is a pity we live in
times of such war and fear. . . ."

Nodding, Seizan gazed down at the earthen road. "Yes it is. . . . I've
had to fight so many times that it was almost overwhelming. I should have
died so many times before, yet I still clung to life like a vice from the
demons themselves!"

Feeling a zephyr gently pass by as though a wayward specter, she nodded.
You're soul is one of a poet, Seizan. It is rather hard to believe that
you're one of the deadliest hired assassins in all the land. . . ."

Seizan shrugged, gazing upward and seeing the sphere of the sun through
the fog, thick enough to reflect all the harmful radiance without
blacking it out completely yet thick enough to see it clearly without
going blind. "I just did what I could, Naoko. There's nothing
overwhelmingly special in that. . . ."

The woman demon slayer smiled. "And modest, too!"

The rest of the day was passed in silence.

* * *

The moon just rising over the horizon as Seizan and Naoko set up camp.
Gathering wood for a fire and then barricading it with rocks, Seizan
collapsed in front of the warmth and started prodding it with a stick.
"So," he began, initiating a new conversation with Naoko, "what was
your worst battle against the oni?"

Naoko was gazing deeply into the fire, the reddish yellow flames licking
a skewered boar they had killed earlier that day until it was hot enough
to eat. "I never thought about it. . . . Luckily I haven't run into any
demon that masquerades like a human. That sort of demon is always the
most powerful of the oni. But, I'm sure you already know that," she
said ominously. "There was a demon not more than three weeks ago that I
had to face. Standing at a height of twenty feet with spikes and
metal-coated skin, I nearly died trying to stop it. All those around me
did die from its long, razor-sharp claws and fire breath and I had
suffered a grievous wound to my side.

"Trying to not black out from the blood loss, I took Ni-Ten and,
twirling the sickle through the air, I threw it at the beast, holding
onto the end of this chain and, making sure not to miss my target,
insulted it by calling it carrion for the worms. It walked right into my
trap as I pulled back on my kasurigama. The sharpened blade cut off the
oni's right leg and made it fall to the ground, blood and fragments of
bone scattering everywhere. After that, it was easier to bring the beast
down, so blinded by its rage at me calling it a zombie."

Nodding, Seizan smiled. "Of course. Demons of that size are pretty much
down for good when you knock them down. It's because of their wings that
make them so vulnerable when landing on their back."

Giggling, Naoko asked, "How do you know it landed on its back?"

"Because something of that size is very ungainly, and besides, your
sickle cut off his leg from behind, didn't it?"

Nodding, Naoko sighed. `Obviously all your years of travel and battling
have made you cleverer than you seem!"

Prodding the fire with the stick again, Seizan shrugged. "I'm not sure
whether that is a compliment or an insult. . . ." He grinned and then
said, "But, then again, it's the truth."

Smiling, Naoko stretched, arching her lithe body and moaning in delight
as Seizan heard the sound of her spine cracking to the tension. He
couldn't help noticing her pert breasts being thrust out against the
tight black leather of her uniform. Sighing, she sat back up and cricked
her neck. "Ahh, it hurts so good!" she said humorously as she took out
a boot dagger and prodded the roast boar, the incision drawing warm blood
and fat from roasting over the fire. "Looks like it's almost finished
cooking. . . ."

Seizan gazed over at the boar and sniffed the air. "Give it a few more
minutes. You always want to cook pork well. . . ." Unsheathing his tanto
from within his robes, he took it out and began picking at his nails with
the sharp blade. "Camping out like this brings back memories. . . ." he
mused as he gazed up at the vast expanse of the night sky high overhead.
Littered with billions of tiny stars, the heavens were reminiscent of a
grand velvet cloth of the deepest navy imaginable, strewn with many
opalescent diamonds of all shapes and sizes. The moon had yet to rise
high above the mountains to the west, casting an ethereal glow among the
snowy caps of the mountains themselves. Bathed in the radiance of the
night, Seizan had never seen the sky look so inviting.

Naoko nodded. "Yes it does. . . . Memories of a past beyond remembrance.
. . . Truly we live in odd times, don't we?" Seizan nodded his
agreement. "So, tell me about your years under the command of Lord
Miyamoto of Echigo."

"The one thing I truly remember about him was his presence of command.
Each order he gave to me, I could sense how powerful he was. It was truly
a spellbinding experience to fight alongside the Sword Saint. . . ."

"Wow, I can imagine. I heard tales of his feats in battle when I was a
little girl, though they seemed so unbelievable that they must have been
fairy tales. . . . It is why I named my kasurigama `Ni-Ten.' After all,
Lord Miyamoto was famous for his Two-Heavens sword technique, wasn't
he?"

Seizan chuckled quietly, nodding his head. "I figured it was because of
that. Ni-Ten is a very famous technique. Only the strongest and brightest
warriors ever advance very far in it. Hell, even I had difficulty when
training in it under Lord Miyamoto. I am much better with my own
technique, the Shirai-Onikami technique." Seeing her look of confusion,
he smiled. "It is a fusion of my old Shirai Ryu tutelage and the
techniques I picked up in the heat of battle. It is a combination of
power, defense, and extreme speed. Mention Shirai-Onikami in Edo or Kyoto
and you will be feared. That much I can guarantee."

Naoko smiled, giggling gently. "I can believe it. After all, you're the
infamous Onikage the Manslayer! Anyway, continue your story! I'm eager
to hear more!"

Nodding, Seizan closed his eyes, as though trying to see what had
happened clearly. "After becoming Lord Miyamoto's Hatamoto, he and I
became what you might call war buddies. Though Lord of Echigo Province,
the man loved to fight alongside his soldiers. No matter the danger, we
looked after each other, guarded each others backs. He was much more
skilled than I, though, and he would be the one to bail me out of a
hopeless situation if ever I got lured into one. It is how I became known
as Onikage. . . ." Taking his tanto and slicing off a large portion of
the boar, he set it on a plate to his right and let it cool. "As could
be expected from any battle, he was unable to get to me from time to
time, and those were the most desperate times of the battles we fought.
He had slain many adversaries with his two katanas and still, outnumbered
perhaps six to one, there seemed little hope that we would make it out of
the battle alive. The first time I had to bail myself out was against the
overlord Aoshi Morikawa, lord of Kai Province. Enemies closing in on us,
I was wounded grievously in my right side. Lord Miyamoto fighting off
thirteen enemies at once, he was far too busy to try and save me. Nothing
left to give for wound was too deep and the blood loss too dire, I
kneeled down, expecting them to slice me to pieces. There had to be at
least fifty enemies surrounding me. I tell you now with no ego that had I
not been wounded so deeply, I would have been able to stay their hands
until Lord Miyamoto could help, but that was not the case.

"On the verge of bleeding to death, I felt some . . . divine presence
lift me to my feet and give me strength enough to destroy my foes. Their
attacks after the presence lifted me up seemed so slow, so . . . awkward
that I thought I had strayed into a dream, a last dream before death. My
sword guided by the divine presence, I slew them all, every last one of
them in a battle-mad frenzy. After their dying screams subsided into
drowned gurgles from blood in their mouths, all my strength left me and I
collapsed amongst them."

"Wow!" Naoko said, mesmerized by the ronin's ability to tell the
story. "That sounds like one hell of a battle!"

"It was," Seizan continued, "Lord Miyamoto thought for sure that I had
been slain, for the blood from my wound was everywhere, making it look as
though I had died. Therefore, he lay a rose next to my `corpse' and
left. I awoke about two hours later, my wound healing before my eyes.
Traveling back to Miyamoto's castle, I went to see him and enquire as to
how the battle went after I passed out. I also took his rose to him and
gave it back to him. `Seizan! You are alive!' the man said eagerly,
bowing to me. `I had thought you were dead!' I laughed and told him
that I had merely passed out. `I saw how you slew those enclosing you,
my warrior friend! Your skill was most impressive when killing them off.
There had to be at least sixty men attacking you! I've only been able to
slay that many just one time, long ago!' I smiled and sat down after
being offered a seat at his table. `I just did my part, my lord,' I
told him. `Nonsense! My bravest warriors would have shuddered at that
number! You fought like a demon, afraid of nothing! I saw it in your eyes
before you collapsed.' Smiling, I said, `Your compliments are too much,
my lord! I just fought to protect you!' At that, Miyamoto laughed.
`Silly warrior, you deserve a drink!' he looked over at one of the
maids. `Bring us some warm sake!' he then looked back at me and said,
`From now on, your nickname will be known as Onikage the Manslayer! For
in your eyes during that battle, they weren't the eyes of a mere human.
They were the eyes of the most fearsome oni ever sired!'

"Ever since then, I've been known on the battle field as Onikage, or
Demon Shadow. Through all the battles I fought with my lord, I'll tell
you one thing, Naoko. Those stories of the Sword Saint you heard as a
little girl don't even come close to what he truly is like in battle. He
is far stronger than any story you've ever heard about him. I've seen
the most unworldly things on the battlefield, but he was one of a kind.
It was as though he was born for the sole purpose of war. A perfect
warrior. . . . If he was still around, you probably would never have
heard about `Onikage the Manslayer' for in my eyes, I am but an insect
in skill compared to the man. . . ."

* * *

The crickets from within the forest of cherry trees chirped their songs
to the moon as the smoldering ashes of the fire dwindled to nothing more
than burning embers. The moon high in the sky by then, only Seizan was
awake, his ears tuned to any movement in the groves around them, any
scuffling of the foliage. Besides the almost hypnotic sound of the
crickets echoing off the trees, there wasn't a sound to be heard, no
rustling of the wind moving through the cherry trees, no animals around
them stirring. Sighing in contented relief, Seizan leaned back against a
boulder he and Naoko moved to act as a chair around the fire. Funny, how
the moonlight of such nights can resurrect such memories, he thought to
himself as he gazed at the smoldering embers within the fire basin.
Father . . . . . I wonder how you are doing now, if you're still alive.
. . .

The sound of a twig splintering ricocheted off the trees and hit Seizan
as though a well-placed right hook. Turning his head toward the noise, he
stealthily got up and drew his katana, prepared to defend the encampment.
The moonlight filtering through the leaves of the cherry-tree forest made
it hard for him to see what was out there, but then again, he surmised,
it made it harder for him to be seen as well. Creeping low to the ground,
his sword drawn and at the ready, he scanned the forest for any sign of
movement. None came until he heard another creak, the sound of a foot
crushing a dried leaf to shards in the forest floor. Moving towards that
sound, he lunged at the creature making the noise, pinning it against a
tree with his blade pressed against its throat. "Who are you?!" he
growled, making sure the being couldn't escape.

Upon further observation, he instantly withdrew his sword and sheathed
it. "Hi. . . ." the being said, her voice musical and rich. It was
Ryoko, her platinum-blond hair tipped in black wreathing her exquisite
face, which looked a bit stunned from Seizan's attack. She wore a white
kimono with crimson trim tonight, the silky crimson fabric shimmering
delicately in the gentle moonlight.

"Sorry. . . ." Seizan whispered as he brushed her off. "I'm a bit on
edge tonight. . . . Are you alright, Ryoko?"

The woman oni nodded, her eyes gazing deeply into his. "I am fine. . . .
How art thou?" she asked delicately, her voice barely more than a
whisper. She seems more depressed tonight than usual, Seizan thought as
he brushed a stray strand of her platinum hair out of her eyes.

"You don't sound fine, lover," Seizan said caringly, making the
beautiful woman sit down with him. "What's on your mind?"

Hearing Ryoko sigh, Seizan comforted her, caressing the side of her
snowy-fair face with his hand gently. "Seizan . . ." she began, not
sure what to say. "I . . . I'm alone. . . ."

Smiling towards the beautiful demoness, Seizan shook his head. "No you
aren't, love. You still have me, don't you?"

Ryoko closed her eyes, sighing deeply in Seizan's comforting embrace.
"I feel so alone, so . . . horribly alone and lost. . . ."

Holding her tightly, Seizan kissed her ear and whispered, "I am always
here if ever you need me, my beloved Ryoko. . . ."

Ryoko gazed back at the ronin, a look in her eyes that he had never seen
before. It looked almost like a cross between intense passion and
uncontrollable lust, even a hint of an emotion that he thought to be
love. And then, before he could analyze her further, she brushed her
sensuous lips against his, her hands making their way into his kimono and
caressing his taut stomach, slowly moving downward. Opening his kimono
and undoing his sash, she undressed him to his simple loincloth and
sword, both of which left his body quickly. Grasping his hard seven inch
cock in her dainty hand, she slowly rubbed the long member up and down,
making Seizan shudder in ecstasy. Gazing lustfully into his black eyes,
she licked her lips and forcefully pushed him against the tree, making
him groan in excitement. She then nibbled upon his stomach flesh as she
slowly descended toward his steel-hard dick, first dipping her soft,
silky tongue into the crevasse of his navel, then descending completely
onto his short sword of lust.

Teasing him first by dragging her tongue slowly over the phallus to the
glans, she licked the underside of his hard member and tasting his salty
precum. Inhaling the musky smell of his scrotum and anus, she almost
swooned with lust as she took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking
and licking it for all she was worth. Swirling her tongue around and
around it and making him groan in ecstasy, she fondled his scrotum with
her delicate left hand and clawed his chest with her right. She gazed up
at him and saw how his face looked, making her own desire increase a
thousand fold. He looked like he was in heaven, his eyes rolled back and
his mouth open, drawing in breath in gasps and moans as his fingers
entwined in her silky platinum hair. Pulling back and his cock slipping
out of her mouth, she grinned and said, "Dost thou wish to take me,
Seizan?"

Gasping for breath after the incredible blowjob, he gazed down upon his
demonic lover, his hands still entwined with her hair, cradling her head.
He nodded eagerly, having yet to fuck Ryoko since they first met two
nights ago. "Yes, lover. I would very much like to give you the pleasure
that you've given me these last two nights!"

Smiling lustfully, she licked the head of his rock-hard mansword one last
time, reveling in the taste of his precum and then got up off her knees.
Seizan undoing her obi and letting the sash fall to the ground next to
his own pile of clothes and his sword, he opened her kimono to find that
she had worn no undergarments. The moon bathing her pale flesh in a
gentle light, Seizan marveled at how stunning her body was. Nice firm,
pert breasts that were at least a C with tiny pink nipples and the rest
of her body nearly made him cum right there from just gazing at it.
Seeing her rock-hard, nine-inch long clitstick throb as though wanting
release, he slowly caressed it, making her moan in delight. She gasped
and whispered with a tangible sort of longing, "I need you inside me
now, lover!"

Not wanting to disappoint his lover, Seizan removed her kimono and knelt
down behind her, cupping both her beautiful, tear-shaped ass cheeks in
his hands and spreading them wide. He licked her anus tentatively,
savoring the delicious flavor of her love-nest and provoking a moan of
desire from her. His tongue circling her anal canal and slowly pushing
inward to ream her, he reached up and cupped her balls and cock, feeling
the powerful veins in her love organ pulse forth as a caged animal
waiting to be released. She groaned in ecstasy, arching her back to push
his face deeper into her succulent cheeks as he tonguefucked her ass
while jacking her hard penis off. "I want thee now, lover!" she moaned,
her voice hardly more than a whisper. "Take me! I beg of thee!"

Unable to hold out wanting to fuck her any longer, he licked her ass hard
one more time and then got up, rubbing the head of his cock against the
slick, pulsating entrance to her core. Teasing her mercilessly, Seizan
sawed his cock up and down between her butt cheeks, making her scream for
release. Then, he plunged in, the bulbous head of his cock entering and
making her gasp in ecstasy and arch her back to get more of him inside
her love gate. "Oh god, Seizan! Thou art such a great lover!!" she
moaned in lustful abandon as she started gyrating her hips to get him all
the way in to the hilt, balls deep. Feeling her insides contract around
him, he shuddered with desire as his hands snaked their way up to caress
her beautiful breasts, the nipples hard from the chill wind that was
always present there. Nibbling on her earlobe, Seizan withdrew slowly
from her anus and thrust back in roughly, making her cry out in agony and
ecstasy.

"Is this what you want, beautiful demoness?" Seizan whispered as he
thrust inward again hard, pressing her against the tree for support and
his other hand snaking down to jack off her cock, which was leaking
precum by the ounce onto the forest floor. He bit down on the side of her
neck softly, making her moan and reach back to caress the side of his
face. Her eyes rolled back into her head, he thrust upward into her anus
again, a sexy slap echoing from the contact of their hips. She screamed
and came all over his hands and the tree, ounces upon ounces of the
delicious love-juice caking everything in front of her. Still hard, he
kept masturbating her, using her cum as lubricant. His other hand rubbing
it into the taut flesh of her soft stomach and giving her goosebumps,
Seizan kept fucking her as hard as he could, knowing he too couldn't
hold out much longer.

Their hips making a delicious slapping sound from their fucking, Seizan
exited her anus by accident and sawed in between her ass cheeks again,
making her squirm with desire. Resetting himself, he slapped her ass as
he continued to fuck her as hard and fast as he could, jerking her
shesword back and forth. Moaning in lust, he could no longer hold out and
came what felt like his guts up her ass, making her cum from the
explosion inside of her. Gasping and arching her back, she screamed in
release, her hard cock spewing more of her fluids upon his hand and the
tree she was holding on to for support. After a minute or so, both
collapsed to the ground, a sticky, sweaty, dirty mess.

Leaning back into Seizan's embrace, Ryoko gazed deeply into his eyes.
"I . . . I think I am falling in love with thee, Seizan. . . ." she
whispered as she kissed him and cuddled close, wrapping her arms around
him.

Holding her close to his beating heart, Seizan smiled, not knowing what
to say to that. Words just didn't seem appropriate for such a time. He
kissed her on her pale forehead and cuddled with her, feeling her sultry
flesh press against his and making him almost high from the rapture.
Feeling her hand caress the side of his face along the cross-shaped
battle scar, he gently took her hand and held it to him, closing his eyes
and feeling warmth like nothing he had ever felt before. Opening his
eyes, he met her gaze and sighed, taking her in his arms and deeply
French-kissing her. Gently pulling back, he caressed the side of her face
and whispered in her ear, "Please don't leave me alone tonight. . . . I
don't want you to go. . . ."

She smiled and kissed him back. "I won't. It is a promise." She then
snuggled into his embrace, pulling his black kimono over the two as a
makeshift blanket and fell asleep in his arms.
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Here ends chapter three. As always, questions and comments are most
welcome and even encouraged! After all, there's always room for
improvement, right? If you wish to contact me, contact me at
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