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Darkness enveloped me as I slowly regained consciousness, my mind swimming in a sea of confusion. Everything felt hazy, like trying to grasp at fleeting dreams upon waking. Where was I? How did I get here? The questions echoed in my mind as I struggled to piece together fragments of memory.
Blinking against the darkness, I found myself lying in a strange bed, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings. Panic surged within me, a primal instinct urging me to flee from this unknown place. What's happening? Where am I?
Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open, and a figure loomed in the doorway. My heart pounded in my chest as I beheld the creature before me—a towering being with jet-black fur, piercing purple eyes, and horns that jutted from its head like twisted branches. It was like something out of a nightmare, a creature of darkness and shadow.
“Ah, so you're finally awake, kit,” the creature rumbled, its voice deep and resonant.
My mouth went dry as I struggled to find my voice. “W-who are you?”
The creature grinned, revealing sharp fangs. “I am Kazimir, an elder of the Onis, just like you, kit.”
An Oni just like me? I shook my head, trying to make sense of this surreal situation. I had never heard of such a thing, let alone considered myself one. And yet, as I looked down at my hands, I saw the unmistakable signs: A dusky hue to my skin, claws protruding from my fingertips, and a strange energy pulsing within me.
“But… how?” I stammered, my mind racing.
Kazimir chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “All will be revealed in time, kit. For now, rest and regain your strength. We have much to discuss.”
As Kazimir turned to leave, I reached out, desperation coloring my voice. “Wait! What about… my name?”
The creature paused, its purple eyes regarding me with an unreadable expression. “Your name is Kuro. It suits you pretty well, kit."
Kuro… The name echoed in my mind, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at my thoughts. As Kazimir disappeared from view, I sank back into the pillows, my mind swirling with questions and uncertainty. What strange twist of fate had led me to this place? What secrets awaited me? Only time would tell I guess.
But I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me. Who was I, truly? And what was this strange power pulsing within me, urging me to explore the depths of my newfound identity?
Gathering my courage, I tentatively began to explore my own body, fingers tracing the contours of my form. It was then that I noticed that I didn't have breasts. I'm definitely male, I thought, my mind reeling with the implications of this revelation.
But then, as my hands roamed lower, I discovered something even more bewildering. A soft, wet heat nestled between my thighs. I hesitated, fingers hovering over the unfamiliar flesh, before curiosity got the better of me. With a hesitant touch, I explored further, gasping as a wave of pleasure surged through me.
Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I found myself succumbing to the intoxicating sensations, fingers slipping inside with a desperate need. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerves, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't quell.
Lost in the throes of ecstasy, I barely registered Kazimir's return until his voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Enjoying yourself, kit?”
Startled, I jerked away from my exploration, face flushing with embarrassment as I met Kazimir's amused gaze. “I… uh…”
The elder Oni chuckled, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “No need to be ashamed, Kuro. It's perfectly natural to explore one's own body, especially in a time of such upheaval.”
I swallowed hard, feeling exposed under Kazimir's penetrating gaze. “I-I suppose so…”
With a gentle hand, Kazimir helped me to my feet, his touch surprisingly tender despite his imposing stature. “Come, Kuro. It's time to get dressed. We have much to discuss.”
As Kazimir assisted me in donning the unfamiliar garments, I couldn't shake the sense of disorientation that clung to me like a shadow. But for now, as I stood beside Kazimir, clad in the clothing of my new identity, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me.
.·°·.×.·°·.
Following Kazimir's lead, I found myself navigating through the eerie landscape of the Oni realm, a sense of trepidation gnawing at my insides. The dark fog enveloped us like a shroud, obscuring our surroundings and casting everything in an otherworldly haze. Human statues littered the landscape, frozen in expressions of fear and despair, a grim reminder of the fate that awaited those who dared to trespass in this forbidden land.
As we approached a looming structure in the distance, Kazimir's expression grew somber. “We're here, Kuro. This is where you'll meet the Omega.”
My heart quickened at the mention of the Omega, he seems to be someone who ruled over the Oni with an iron fist…
Entering the decrepit building, I felt a chill run down my spine as we traversed darkened corridors illuminated only by flickering torches. Eventually, we reached a cavernous chamber bathed in an eerie blue light, where a figure awaited us upon a throne of twisted bone and shadow.
The Omega's presence loomed over us like a specter, their form obscured by the darkness that surrounded them. “You have brought the new one,” he intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber like a dirge.
Kazimir nodded respectfully. “Yes, Omega. This is Kuro, the one we spoke of.”
The Omega's gaze bore into me, as if peering into the depths of my soul. “And what of their potential?”
Kazimir leaned in close, whispering something into the Omega's ear. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the exchange, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.
After a moment of silence, the Omega's lips curled into a cruel smile. “Ah, yes. I see now. This one shall serve our purposes well.”
Confusion swirled within me as I tried to make sense of their words. What did they mean by "serve their purposes"? And why did Kazimir seem so certain of my role in their plans?
After a moment of silence, the Omega spoke again, their voice low and ominous. “You shall undergo training, Kuro. We see great potential in you. The potential to become one of our greatest warriors.”
Relief washed over me at the Omega's words, a flicker of hope igniting within my chest. A warrior? Perhaps there was a place for me in this strange new world after all.
As Kazimir escorted me from the chamber, I couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism blooming within me. Perhaps my journey was not doomed to darkness and despair. Perhaps, with enough determination and training, I could carve out a new life for myself among the Oni.
.·°·.×.·°·.
Days turned into weeks as I threw myself into my training, determined to prove myself worthy of the title of warrior. Under Kazimir's guidance, I honed my skills, pushing myself to the limits and beyond. Each day brought new challenges and triumphs, and with each victory, I felt a sense of pride swell within me.
But amidst the rigors of training, there was one Oni who stood out from the rest. A towering figure named Ragnor. With his imposing stature and commanding presence, Ragnor quickly became a formidable presence in my life. His praise was like a balm to my wounded pride, his words of encouragement spurring me on to greater heights.
As I sparred with Ragnor in the training yard, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. His gaze lingered on me a little too long, his compliments felt a tad too intimate, and the air between us crackled with an unspoken tension.
“Enjoying yourself, little warrior?” Ragnor's voice rumbled, his tusks gleaming in the dim light.
I nodded, trying to quell the uneasy flutter in my stomach. “Y-yes, Ragnor. Thank you for… for training with me.”
But then, a wave of intense heat washed over me, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. My skin prickled with sweat, and a low ache throbbed deep within my core.
Sensing my distress, Ragnor's grin widened, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that made my heart race even faster. “Looks like someone's in heat,” he growled, his voice low and husky.
Panic surged within me as I realized the implications of my condition. Heat… Shit. What do I do now?
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Ragnor closed the distance between us, his hands roaming boldly over my body. With practiced ease, he slipped his fingers beneath my loincloth, exploring the intimate depths of my flesh with a skill that left me breathless.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. “I bet you'd look even prettier with my knot buried deep inside you.”
My mind spun with a heady mix of fear and arousal as Ragnor whispered sweet promises of pleasure and ecstasy. Lost in the throes of desire, I struggled to resist his advances, even as my body betrayed me with every touch.
But as Ragnor's lips claimed mine in a fierce kiss, I knew that I was powerless to resist the temptation that lay before me. With a final, desperate gasp, I surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Ragnor's touch, knowing that once I crossed that line, there would be no turning back.
.·°·.×.·°·.
As Ragnor's hands continued to roam my heated flesh, my breaths grew ragged, and my body trembled with desire. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper as I begged for release. “Ragnor, please…”
But Ragnor only chuckled, the sound sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “Not yet, little one. I want to savor every moment of this.”
I moaned in frustration as he teased and taunted me, edging me closer and closer to the brink of oblivion before pulling back at the last moment. My body thrummed with need, my senses overwhelmed by the heady mixture of pleasure and frustration.
“Please,” I begged again, my voice desperate and pleading. “I need you, Ragnor. I need…”
Before I could finish my plea, Ragnor silenced me with a fierce kiss, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that left me breathless. With a growl of need, he pressed me against the nearest wall, his hands roaming possessively over my trembling form.
“You want me to breed you, don't you, little warroor?” Ragnor murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire.
I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as my body burned with need. “Yes, please… Breed me, Ragnor. I need you inside me.”
With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Ragnor wasted no time in fulfilling my request. With a swift motion, he tore away my loincloth, baring me completely to his hungry gaze. I gasped as he positioned himself between my trembling thighs, his arousal pressing against me in a tantalizing display of power.
“Ready for me, little warrior?” Ragnor growled, his voice low and husky with desire.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I braced myself for what was to come. With a single, powerful thrust, Ragnor buried himself deep within me, his knot locking us together in a primal bond of pleasure and need.
The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure washing over me as Ragnor claimed me as his own. With each thrust, I cried out in ecstasy, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of sensation that consumed me.
And as Ragnor whispered sweet promises of pleasure and ecstasy in my ear, I knew that there was no turning back from this forbidden union. We were bound together by desire and need, two souls lost in the throes of passion, destined to chase the ecstasy of our union until the end of time.
.·°·.×.·°·.
As the days passed, my priorities shifted, consumed by a relentless desire to be bred by the males of the Oni tribe. Training took a backseat to the insatiable hunger that gnawed at my insides, driving me to seek out pleasure in the arms of my fellow warriors.
Each encounter left me breathless and wanting more, my body aching with the need for release. But even as my belly swelled with the weight of my growing brood, I found myself unable to resist the lure of forbidden ecstasy.
“Come here, little warrior,” Ragnor's voice echoed through the chamber, his words dripping with contempt and desire.
I obeyed without hesitation, my swollen belly straining against the confines of my torn loincloth as I crawled to him on hands and knees. Every movement sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, a reminder of my newfound purpose as the Oni's breeding bitch and broodmother.
As Ragnor and the other males surrounded me, their hands roaming greedily over my swollen form, I felt a surge of arousal unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The degradation, the humiliation—it only served to fuel the fire that burned within me, driving me to new heights of ecstasy with each passing moment.
“You like being our little breeding bitch, don't you, whore?” one of the males sneered, his hands roughly squeezing my engorged breasts.
I moaned in response, my mind clouded with desire as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me. 'Yes,' a voice whispered in the depths of my mind. 'This is where you belong, Kuro. Embrace your true nature as the warriors' breeding bitch.'
And so I did, with every fiber of my being. I reveled in the sensation of their rough hands on my skin, the sound of their voices as they whispered sweet promises of pleasure and domination in my ear. I offered myself up willingly, eagerly, knowing that my purpose was to serve and to satisfy the insatiable desires of my Oni masters.
But even as I surrendered to their every whim, a part of me remained untouched—a small flicker of humanity that refused to be extinguished. Deep down, I knew that this was not who I truly was, that somewhere beneath the layers of degradation and depravity, there still existed a spark of the person I used to be.
But for now, that person was lost to me, consumed by the relentless hunger that burned within me. And so I embraced my new role as the Oni's breeding bitch and broodmother, knowing that it was the only way to survive in this cruel and unforgiving world.
.·°·.×.·°·.
As the time for birthing drew near, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air, mingling with the heady scent of sweat and musk. My body throbbed with the weight of my impending labor, each movement sending waves of pain shooting through me.
“Easy now, little one,” Kazimir's voice cut through the haze of agony, his hands gentle yet firm as he supported me through the throes of childbirth.
I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his flesh as another contraction wracked my body. The pain was unbearable, unlike anything I had ever experienced before, but through it all, Kazimir remained a steady anchor, guiding me through the storm with a calm assurance that belied the chaos around us.
“Push, Cole,” he urged, his voice a soothing balm against the storm of agony that consumed me.
With a primal scream, I obeyed, pushing with all my might as the first of my kits began to emerge into the world. Sweat poured down my brow, mingling with the tears that streamed down my cheeks as I fought against the relentless tide of pain.
And then, with a final, gut-wrenching push, it was done. The first of my kits lay cradled in Kazimir's arms, a tiny bundle of fur and claws that mewled softly in the dim light of the chamber.
Tears of relief and exhaustion streamed down my face as I gazed upon my newborn offspring, a rush of maternal instinct flooding through me like a tidal wave. My kits, I thought, a sense of awe and wonder filling my heart. They're finally here.
But even as I reveled in the miracle of new life, I knew that my ordeal was far from over. There were still more kits to birth, more pain to endure, before my task was complete. And yet, with Kazimir by my side, I knew that I could face whatever trials lay ahead, knowing that together, we would see this through to the end.
.·°·.×.·°·.
As the years passed, my existence as Kuro, the Oni's breeding bitch and broodmother, became the only reality I knew. Days blurred into nights, and nights into days, as I surrendered myself to the relentless cycle of pleasure and pain that defined my existence.
But then, one fateful day, as I stroll from outside the fog, a stranger clad in blue appeared. He looks familiar, even more once he took off his mask. His eyes met mine, and…
“Cole?”
I remembered something…