Kitsune's Game...
Based on: http://www.sofurry.com/page/83070/user
Being kidnapped from his shrine, not a big problem. He was after all an oni priest and could easily find his way back to his shrine with the odd magickal chant so that wasn't very scary.
Being kidnapped from his shrine by three kitsune warriors-to-be who seemed to have designs that were unforeseeable, slightly more than a problem for the oni being abducted in the process.
When they had snuck up on him they had been silent as death; their movements like smoke on water with the earth underneath still as night as they took three steps at a time up the path leading to his shrine. He barely had time to turn from where he was sweeping the ground before his feet were hauled up into the air and then he was spirited away without so much as a muffled word echoing out of his throat to call his brothers for aid.
Weighing no more that maybe a hundred or so odd pounds when wet the oni priest-in-training knew he couldn't fend the others off physically and in keeping with the traditions of his people was incapable of calling up his soul's fire to punish the offenders who he barely got a chance to look at as he was hauled over someone's strong shoulder like a sack of rice. What he did get a look at, once the world seemed to calm, made the young oni somewhat surprised as he watched multiple tails bobbing down below him or it might have been him bobbing and the tails only swaying, he couldn't be sure though the way his stomach was rolling it mattered little, Takimizu realized that he had just been kidnapped by members of the local kitsune ninja tribe.
Taki didn't know what to think or what to feel as his mind tried to come up with the most inane reasons as to why was being spirited away from his ordered routine however as the world around him blurred in a myriad of colors and smells the young priest realized that it mattered little as instinct came to the fray and the blue skinned male began to wriggle his way out of the hold he was carefully placed in. Struggling against the clutches of the one carrying didn't do much good as his frustrated motions only made the kitsune holding him slap his rump and force a cry of indignation out of his throat as he realized that he was literally powerless against the group of rouges. Resigning himself to grumble under his breath and ready a spiting furious tirade for them when he got placed back on his feet Taki watched as the world around him grew more and more unfamiliar to his innocent sight.
The time between his capture and his abduction began to grow longer as the young oni watched the ground beneath him turn from a dark green to brown to gray in color as he realized that he had been carried farther from the temple he called home to somewhere else that seemed, atleast to his limited vision, something of a structured sanctuary as the kitsunes came to a sudden halt. The ninjas slowly trotted over someplace indiscernible and then Taki was dropped carelessly onto the hard ground making him grunt and then groan as his rear caught his fall.
Reaching back to rub his bottom the young oni looked up to see his kidnappers and found that he could barely restrain himself when he felt his mouth lower out of complete shock and some dismay. Up above him three sneering faces loomed over him like black shadows as the sun gleamed in the sky making Taki reflexively raise a hand to shield his eyes and then look more clearly at his abductors.
Three male kitsunes colored crimson, gray and traditional orange, tailored with the standard black socks and gloves, white underbellies from the hint of fur showing through their ninja garbs and multiple waving tails graced Taki's vision as he found that he had been captured by nothing more than young kits probably no older than himself. Not one of them possessed the height nor the musculature of their older clansmen and from the lack of markings anywhere on their faces the three males couldn't be of a higher rank than maybe D-rank shinobi. In other words, Taki had just been kidnapped by a bunch of punks that probably had too much time on their hands.
Feeling his eye twitch in annoyance Taki grunted and then rose up to his full height and got ready to hand the others that rant he had prepared beforehand when movement flickered from the corners of his eyes. Hands and claws were on him in seconds tearing away at his robes and stripping the young priest out of his robes while restraining him from fighting as the combined force of the three ninja warriors subdued what little physical prowess Taki possessed. Over his head his undershirt went followed by his leggings being stripped from around his thighs and tossed aside as the azure blue oni was made naked for all the world to see. The dirty kits didn't even leave the priest the dignity of allowing him to keep on his fundoshi as they even unwrapped that from his waist and threw it to the side where the rest of his garments lay, though not without one of them, the crimson kitsune, burrowing his nose against the white fabric and inhaling deeply.
That action, coupled with his sudden nakedness made Taki somewhat unsettled as he soon found that the only thing covering his blue hide was his own sense of self-preservation as he shot his hands down to the front of his groin to cover his unaroused maleness. Around him the kitsunes laughed, not maliciously Taki noted but more to say like a bunch of kids laughing over an inside joke that only they knew about. Taki watched with cautious blue eyes as the kitsunes surrounding him began to close what little space between himself and them before one, the orange kit, reached up for the talisman tied onto his head by his headband but the crimson kit struck his hand and then growled something at his companion to stay his hand before two of them grabbed him and began walking him forwards.
Taki almost forgot about the talisman that his teacher had given him that worked as a protectorate charm to keep away evil forces from harming him. If anyone other than Taki touched it then it would act like a beacon that would have every priest back at his temple up in arms to come and rescue him. Taki tsked in the back of his throat as he realized that at the least the kitsunes were smart enough not to set off the charm and maybe, hopefully that didn't have any evil intentions against him that would otherwise activate the spells on the talisman. Though with the way they were forcing him to walk under the power of their arms Taki had a feeling that whatever was about to happen to him, he was either not going to be all too thrilled about it or it was going to be something swift and wholly painless, which scared him more as he thought about it.
The three kitsunes lead the oni priest up a flight of unkempt shrine stairs and Taki nearly did a double take as he looked to see that he was currently in the ruined shrine of the old oni priest. Long since abandoned by Taki's forefather's after a forgotten war: Taki looked to see the forsaken shrine that had been lost to time and the polished torii gate that looked to have been refurbished since only a few weeks ago, if the shining wood coat was any telltale sign. Taki blinked in surprise as he found his steps coming to a halt right within the folds of the torii and then turned his head to look at one of his captors in question.
The grey kit on his left smirked at him and then nodded to the orange kitsune before Taki was hauled into the air to dangle his legs against the ground and then made spin around to look at the crimson kit who made several strips of silk rope appear out of thin air and then walked over and began to tie him up against the poles of the torii. The speed of the crimson ninja was like lightning as he moved with ease tying Taki's left wrist against the wood of the gate and then fleetly moving onto his right side and binding his right arm up just as securely. When he was done the crimson nodded to his companions and watched as they stepped around side of the bound priest to look at the prize that they had caught, this in turn left Taki to start huffing quickly as he felt fear start to rise in his chest.
Being tied up and bound with silk ropes while stripped naked and leered at by three pair of hungry eyes did nothing to help Taki's confusion as he looked at the rope holding him and then struggled valiantly against them to try and find some purchase. He didn't know whether or not he should scream for help or start praying to his guardian deities for salvation, however, knowing what he knew about the whimsical nature of the gods...Taki was seriously contemplating screaming for help. It might scar his pride forever to be seen like this, both so vulnerable and open, but at least he might get out of this alive and intact rather than...
Wriggling in his bonds and grunting when he couldn't find purchase Taki swore in the back of his head as he listened to the young kitsune ninjas chuckle at his frantic struggles. It was times like these that he really wished that his people wouldn't put such restraints on their priest not taking up arms against others for the sake of their vows. All it would take was a little twitch on the inside, right there in the depths of his chest right beside his heart to call up the sacred flame of his life to quell the wrongdoers before him and burn away the ropes to gain his freedom, however Taki had vowed before the gods and his elders to never use his powers to harm another. Something that many oni had a hard time with since their very nature was that of primeval destructiveness and the unending thirst for battle.
The next thought that flowed through his head made Taki really hope that the others were just playing a cruel joke on him and weren't about to enact an ancient ritual of sacrifice on him. The current situation had all the signs of the classic test of strength that the ninja clan was known to have their youngest warriors perform in order to raise their ranking among their caste, but he was just a priest not a warrior, this shouldn't count!
He had heard of things like this before from his elders about the times of war when the 'furs' had battled against the 'demons' and how they would capture a opposing demon and then sacrifice them to their gods and devour the victim to gain its strength, but Taki never thought that things like that could happen again in these modern times. However when the others began to move and shuffle around his heart could almost be seen drumming against his chest as panic began to worm its way up his spine and into his mind. Eyes widening and lips becoming dry Taki felt his tail thrash behind him like a snake with its head cut off as the young oni gulped heavily and then gasped.
Disbelief, madness and a little something else made it to the front of Taki's thoughts as he watched the kitsune warriors begin to strip out of their clothing in slow measured movements to stand in front of him in all of their vulpine glory. First upper garbs were loosened with sashes untied and lain to the side before hard chest and torsos could be seen underneath thick ruffs of white fur. Taki's could barely believe what was happening before his eyes when he watched as leg hugging pants were shifted from around well groomed legs and then pulled from around long tails to float carelessly onto the ground. Taki tried not to look but he saw anyway: heavy sheaths filled to the brim and fairly ripe balls dangling below like fruit swaying against the wind. He wasn't a prude so he had no reason to feel ashamed as he looked away trying not to see the glory of the other males in front of him. He and his brother priest had helped wash each other for years so Taki was used to seeing males naked but this, this just felt different.
It felt almost like he was doing something wrong as his eyes replayed the scenes of the kitsunes' sex laying between their legs, each one a little different from the others. Shape and texture differentiating each male against the one next to him and yet tying them together as the same species as full girths sat rigidly while waiting for something Taki didn't want to think about. Measuring himself up against them Taki seemed out of place but that was given since his species was so much different from the ninja warriors. Oni males didn't have sheaths to protect themselves but ended up swaying in the wind wherever they walked making loincloths and guards so much appreciated by warrior males when they went out to battle, many refusing to bother with complete leggings since they felt too constrictive to the almost always naked demons.
It was the reason the priest were looked up with such pride and admiration: the priests almost completely went against the grain of nature and rebelled to be something more than creatures that were ruled by aggression and the lust for battle. Priest were the epitome of what someone could if they applied themselves and trained both mind and body to the pursuit of being nonviolent. Sadly Taki was still too young to have fully developed into the physical nature of his people and not being able to defend himself against the kitsunes he was left at their mercies as they finished undressing and then came up to him again. Eyes glowing with desire and lips curving over the edges of their teeth as hungry rumbles echoed out of from between tightly clenched muzzles.
The young oni tried to find something else to look at; the deep blue sky above him with the sun shining down on the four of them, the green fields around the dilapidated shrine that hadn't been groomed since they had probably bloomed some years ago and even up to the top of the torii gate which was winking behind the sun's glare making Taki squint and then look down only to find a slim white muzzle in front of his face breathing warm pants of air against his azure skin. Large flickering ears made Taki looked back though and when he saw the red kitsune lean even closer to him Toki held his breath and watched as his vision narrowed down to a pair of white lips and a red snout.
A gasp followed by a moan left his mouth as both his right and left leg were grabbed and then spread wide before two thick fingers were forced into his mouth making him shut his lips and swallow reflexively. Taki didn't think he could understand why the orange and grey kitsune had grabbed him as such since he was effectively lifted far enough off the ground not to have a chance to run away. It seemed like a pointless gesture but understanding came for him as the crimson kitsune ninja pushed his twin fingers deeper into his throat and then began to hold them in place so that Taki was forced to gulp around them without thought, snaking his tongue against the firm weights to try and push them away almost instinctively. The red kit held a cruel smirk on his lips as he let the oni priest do what was natural and as Taki felt the air in his throat start to grow thinner, his nose barely able to suck in anything other than the smell of the kitsune male's desire, not to mention their musky scents caked with sweat from their run, the young oni began to see black spots creep onto the sides of his peripheral.
Seconds before the spots became all he could see the crimson kitsune ripped his fingers from Taki's lips leaving a silver sliver of drool running down the priest's chin. Taki coughed and sputtered, never so grateful for air, before looking up with teary eyes and watching as the kitsune sniffed at his wet fingers. The crimson male looked almost as if he were analyzing the smell of the young oni as he narrowed his eyes and then breathed in the moisture on his twin digits before snapping his eyes open and then looking at Taki.
The look on the kitsune's face was incomprehensible to Taki but soon he wasn't able to think on it more before the crimson kit stepped up to him again, both of their bodies touching now and then drove his slick fingertips into the young priest rump in one glorified motion. The fact that he never took his eyes off of Taki's face made the oni somewhat awed but the feeling soon passed as the kit began to circle his fingers through Taki's body and punch up into the other with such force that Taki was sure that he would be able to feel the other hours later.
A gasp tore out of his lips from the contact and then Taki felt the world explode into lightwaves and sensations as everything went white for a single moment. The three kitsune ninjas watched Taki's expression and snickered to each other as they realized that the red kit had found the priest's hidden pleasure spot. The crimson male stroked over it once and then twice, watching as Taki wailed and grunted while twisting his head back and forth almost as if in defiance of what was happening to his body, before pulling back out to where the tips of his claws were resting inside of the other. For his part Taki didn't think anything could feel so good nor so wrong at the same time. He was alive with feelings he had never known before and when the crimson kitsune pushed back up into him Taki felt almost as if something inside of him were coming to life for the first time; wanting desperately to be unleashed and yet holding back by the sheer will of the young oni.
The red kitsune returned to finger fucking the young priest seconds later, teasing the priest over and over on the edge of his digits while making sure to touch Taki's prostate again and again. Watching as the blue skinned male moaned to the sky while slowly growing slick with sweat as his body began to heat up naturally the crimson kitsune leaned his face into Taki's and breathed in the air of the other, making sure to memorize it for later. Beside the blue male the other two kitsunes were unwavering in their positions as they held the bound male's legs up and open allowing the red to spread the other open wide in preparedness for what was to come. Though Taki couldn't see it the three males, not mention himself, were growing hard between their legs as arousal started to become more prominent at the sight, and feel, of the oni becoming impassioned by the ministrations of the crimson kit.
Around his fingers the crimson kitsune felt the oni male tighten up as his muscles were given a massage they had never been prepared for while at the same time clenching almost vice tight around him to try to pull his fingers in deeper. Three sheaths bulged and filled up more and more as pink tips became visible, even though Taki couldn't see it, and before long three long spears of flesh were standing erect into the air, pre leaking onto furry abdomens as the kitsune ninjas relinquished control of their lusts.
Meanwhile, Taki's hard length was slowly swelling to complete fullness as his body reacted to what was happening to it, letting his heart pump massive quantities of blood down south through his veins as all consciousness was centered at the nexus of his groin. Though not of his own control the oni was following his own nature and loosening himself of the original restrictions that made up the bulk of his daily life. As a priest he was forbidden from engaging in sexual misconduct so Taki had never been told of the rapture that could come from having one's insides toyed with by an experienced lover. So was it any surprise when the young oni was soon standing just as tall as the three kitsunes around him, leaking fluid onto his slim belly and straining even harder against the bonds holding him down as his muscles flexed and throat tightened from pure reflex. Opening his mouth and letting his tongue slide out to lay against his lip Taki moaned and howled to the sky above him as he slowly tried to rock backwards against the fingers inside of his body as he became enflamed to desires he had no knowledge of how to defend himself against.
The crimson, orange and gray kitsune watched as the red kit held still and allowed the oni to do what he pleased. It was an interesting sight to see the blue cheeks of the other slide up and down onto the digits of the red, the flesh of the priest becoming slicker from not only Taki's saliva but also by the sweat that was acclimating from his body making the other shimmer under the sun. The three ninjas' noses quivered as they tasted the scent of the young male falling deeper into the state of his own rut as his heart hammered against his chest loud enough for their sensitive ears to hear and his breaths quicken exponentially as Taki's mouth closed and his tongue dangled just off the edge of his azure lips.
The crimson kitsune let the oni take another minute to slam himself over his fingers before he pulled away. A gaping pop like sound made the three ninjas chuckle as they listened to the oni's hungry body resist releasing the red kit's fingers. The kitsune in question then raised his fingers for all to see, save Taki whose eyes were half-mast, and then three noses came together and sniffed the scent of male musk coming from the red's fingers and Taki's sweaty backside mapping the smell of their mark and ingraining it to the deepest recesses of all their thoughts. The crimson kit thoroughly looked at his fingers once the others had finished and then to Taki's parted lips before thinking to himself.
Taki got two surprises at once as he felt the firm body of one of the kitsunes close the gap between them; one something firm and thick pressed up against the cheeks of his upturned rump and then gently pressed deep inside of his loosened rear. A moan echoed out of the young priest's throat as his virginity was stolen by the naked ninja in front of him and with his lips held open the oni got his seconds surprise when firm lips pressed against his mouth desperately seeking to claim him. A tongue slipped between his teeth and then Taki was taken on two fronts all at once as hips pulled back and then jammed forward unabashedly into him before the a rough tongue did the same at the opposite end of his body.
The orange and grey kitsunes watched with mild amusement as the red began to fuck the young priest right in front of their faces and resolved to make sure that the other had as much pleasure as he could garnish from the blue male. Moving without a sound they angled around the pair and curled the oni's legs around the crimson kit making sure to keep from getting in the red's way as he thrust and pounded into the other with unfaltering motions of his hips. Nature took over then as Taki wrapped his thighs around the crimson kitsune as the kit stuffed the other full in two deep thrusts and then snatched himself partly free on another downward thrust. The kiss shared between them was hot as fire yet it was unhurried and unforced as the red ninja took his time plundering the oni's mouth. The slow curl and dip of his tongue through the insides of Taki's mouth were completely passive in nature while at the same time the kitsune's cock performed the opposite set of maneuvers and hurried slammed inside of the oni with a pace that was beyond incomprehensible. Like night and day Taki was taken by two forces that seemed bent on accomplishing the same task of bathing in the spirit of sexual frenzy.
The taste of the kitsune at Taki's lips was both sweet and yet strong, the tongue heavy against the roof of his mouth yet slick on the flat of his own tongue. Deft hands gripped the sides of his body as the crimson kit found holds in his blue hide and dug sharp claws into his side to keep him from flailing too wildly. Taki grunted and hissed from the sharp bite of pain but soon he was sighing and moaning as the red kit pulled from his mouth and laved strong licks against his neck. Taki, if he could have thought about it rationally, would have been surprised that the other male could be so careful with him showing him care and concern that beguiled his early forceful approach to his body but the young oni was too lost from the feeling of his lower end being rocked hard and fast by hips that had trained long hours to become thick and lithe to increase their natural stamina.
The kitsune cock inside of him thrust up into him with sharp and perfect motions, striking at his pleasured spot while going deeper and adding to the bliss he was feeling as he was hilted in swift motions over and over, the crimson kit barely removing himself even halfway before going up deeper into him again and again. With the force of the kitsune's rampant thrusting Taki's loose hanging balls got pressed up against the red kitsune's body sending a sharp bite of discomfort up through the oni's backside and forced a gasping hiss to break free from his lip out from between tightly clenched lips. The kitsune's own balls were dancing between the crimson ninja's thighs as the kit hammered himself faster into the oni not stopping for breath even as his own body began to grow hot and slick as sweat coated out over his thick fur making his body shine under the sun.
Behind them the orange and gray kitsunes were stroking themselves in time with the red kitsune's motions. Both their hands were a blur as the red kit's hips seemed to move at an even tempered pace while the rest of him seemed to jerk wildly as he danced a rhythm that only Taki could keep up to. Tails were flapping around without bounds as the four males groaned, two at each other and two into the wind, while tensions began to snap like lightning in a bottle at the approach of climax.
Taki moaned and the crimson kitsune keened. The young priest clenched tighter around the ninja as his body began to pulse with unchecked power while the kitsune's knot started to fill up fast and sink upward into Taki's rear spreading the other male open at greater proportions. It didn't take long for the crimson kit to grow to his full width but at his speed it was inevitable that the red kitsune grunted and shoved upwards fully slipping himself into Taki in one pump of his thighs. Growling and pressing his claws into the side of Taki's waist the crimson kit pulled himself out with all of his might and listened as his bulb of flesh tore out of the other with a sticky wet pop. Taki shouted as the pain of withdrawal made his body lock up like the tightening of a corded rope before gasping for breath when the crimson kitsune hilted himself home and locked the two of them together on a single powerful slam of his hips.
The two moaned and gasped, the red kit growling now as he felt his instincts take over while Taki fell into some distant place that exceeded all thought and rationale. A muzzle rested against his shoulder and Taki had just enough grace to turn to look and see the snarling face of the kitsune ninja before another hard press of thighs into his own sent the cock in his rump further up into his insides. Molten warmth, like the fires from a forge, filled him up suddenly and then Taki screamed as he howled out into the heavens. His cock twitched and several white ribbons shout out against his belly and onto the torso of the red kit as the two males came all at once in a moment that would be lost to time.
The crimson ninja kept himself in check as he growled but withheld himself from biting down onto the young priest's neck and marking him as his. Instead the kitsune marked the other from the other end claiming his conquest over Taki's body and fulfilling the role of his ancestors by dominating an oni male in a fit of passionate combat. While traditionally not what his people would call an honorable victory the crimson kitsune could attest that he and his companions did best an oni male and did so with both cunning and strength as per the law of their people. Whether that would see them as fit warriors worthy of a raise in rank...or scrubbing the walls of the dojos for the next six months only time would tell, but for now the oni was beaten and panting before him.
The crimson pulled his head back and looked down at the other and watched as tired blue eyes looked hazily up at him while unknowing passed over their depths. Leaning down and licking over the lips of his mark the red kit took a moment to savor the sensations between them before grunting as he felt the last of his cum deposit itself into the oni male and then growled as he held the other close before desperately trying to pull his knot out of the blue male. Taki gripped the kitsune hard around the waist but it did little to avail the situation as another wet 'slurping' noise filled the area and soon the azure male was left with a feeling of leaking heat from his rump as the red kit pulled out of him. Whimpering as arm disentangled his thighs from around a strong waist Taki looked up into the eyes of the kitsune ninja with a single question on his face.
The crimson kit answered with a smirk as he looked at the young priest and then turned to see his companions who were stroking furious red rods and leering around him at the other male. The orange and gray kitsune walked up to them and then around the red before nodding to him and watching as he pulled away.
Taki looked between the three males and then down to their straining groins before blinking in question at his own wet stained middle. Lifting his head to look into smirking faces the oni priest felt his throat close up as the two walked together and then held his legs apart, the orange taking the left and the gray taking the left, in between one of their hands. Pressing up close to one another to where their erections stood together at the folds of his soaked rump Taki looked at the orange and gray male and then yelled out with a echo loud enough to scatter birds from the trees as twin cocks thrust up into him in one second, spreading him open more than ever before while at the same time sending pleasure and pain anew throughout his system the likes of which he couldn't even describe even if he wanted.
The two kitsunes, looking smug as they listened to their mark wail out loudly in praise of their virility, used their empty hands to hug themselves as close as they as they slammed up into the blue body of their oni male. The orange and gray smiled at one another before sharing a lick against Taki's neck as they started to fuck him with rough uneven strokes that made Taki scream over and over from the overload of sensations coursing through his veins.
Along the sidelines the red watched as the others made their marks on the oni priest known with well-timed movements and a passionate embrace that seemed to gather up the energy between them an amplify it. Under the shade of a large tree the red kitsune ninja had gathered all their clothing, dashing down the steps with the priest cloths and then back up in a single moment, and was folding them all together while keeping an eye on three frenzied males. Once done the crimson kit held a white piece of cloth between deft fingers before bringing it up to a crimson snout and sniffed over possessively. Licking out at the fabric and tasting a familiar musk the crimson kitsune made plans to visit the oni again. Maybe with his companions or maybe alone as he watched the sex play going on in front of him while dipping his fingers in the thick mess on the fur of his chest, thinking of many more nights where open windows and sleeping priest would be easy enough targets for curious kitsunes eager in the night.