A home for monsters. -Onenightninja and Ulganna-

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Yaega groaned as she squeezed her large frame out of a black, unmarked SUV. As she stretched her neck, generating a series of uncomfortably loud cracks that made her driver cringe with disdain. She didn't care much. He was small, scrawny, and lacking in the vitality she craved anyways. She could practically smell the impotence wafting from his lackluster frame.

"Miss? It would be best for everyone if we hurry inside quickly." The man looked about nervously, wringing his long fingers together. Yaega knew what he meant. Even in her casual, human clothing, a simple orange T-shirt and black denim jeans, she stood out. Without her horns she stood six foot, nine inches, and was rippling with powerful-yet-lithe muscles. Slap on her massive EE bust, and vibrant orange-red skin and you had a recipe for fear among the human populace. The small man motioned towards the rather mundane looking building in front of them. It was packed between larger buildings, though was still three stories high, and had a large sign bearing three large glowing X's over the door. The significance of the sign was lost on Yaega, was it supposed to be an elaborate decoration? Perhaps the name of the owner?

"Bizarre..." Yaega mumbled as she adjusted the bulge in her trousers, and followed her guide forward. She wasn't much for talking, her kind never were. They preferred actions. She was curious about her benefactor of course, but she'd seen a picture, and the girl was very pleasant to look at. As long as there was a physical connection anything else could come later....or it wouldn't. Once in the entry, the man went inside, telling her to wait. Yaega could see through the window on the interior door, watching as he spoke to the young woman at the counter. From what she understood the arrangement had been rather sudden, where usually there was a lengthy system of interactions to acclimate both parties to the situation ahead, this time even Yaega had only been informed a week prior. After a few minutes, the man apparently finished whatever final instructions or advice he needed to tell, and opened the door for the Oni.

"Please enjoy your new home Yaega. Try to enjoy yourself....without causing a fuss?" Yaega shot the man a look of iron that sent him on his way with haste. She hated being talked down to. She may be young for an Oni, but she was still seven hundred years old. Any Oni that didn't learn self-discipline usually didn't last very long. The Oni sighed and looked at her new host and let her look soften a bit.

"Hello human. I am Yaega." She wasn't sure how to continue from that point, and tried to find a distraction. Her eyes moved to the large quantity of shiny rectangles lining the walls. It only took a moment to notice most....ALL contained images of naked or half naked women on the front of the rectangle. That....was not a helpful distraction. "What...what sort of dwelling is this? You have..." She picked up one of the rectangles. It featured a group of nude women all laying together with their limbs entwined upon silken sheets. "...admirable tastes. I thought humans tended to be more modest?"
 
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Bridget was the benefactor of some outrageous fortune. A college dropout, she'd just never been able to hit her stride in life. She had the smarts and know-how to do something with her life, but never had any idea of what to do with it. She'd been stumbling through life as a retail cashier for a year when she found out that her uncle had died of cancer. The two had been close, and he was the reason she was into video games and computers. So, knowing she needed a bit of help, he'd left her his house in his will, a place Bridget had never been before. It just happened to be attached to a seedy little place known as a sex shop. It had porn, dildos, and cheap intimate wear, as well as a couple of rental booths for watching movies discreetly for a little while... It was not a successful business by any means. The people who did come in were skeevy, and treated her like she was a whore. Whether they liked or loathed sex workers, the treatment they gave was pretty terrible. It was a pretty shitty deal. She'd considered selling the place, but it'd put her out of a home. The basement was a rather nice, spacious place. It had one huge master bedroom, a personal theater with hookups for gaming, a great kitchen, and one bitchin' internet connection. The bathroom bath was practically a jacuzzi. So she planned on sticking it out instead. Mainly because of the game room. It'd be hard to transport such a collection, let alone find a place to put it and use it. Maybe if she made a decent amount from the store, she could convert to something more in her line of interests.

But the store had a lot of troubles. one of which was security. The store was broken into and stolen from on a monthly basis. Her uncle had known that and arranged for help from Amnesty United, an organization that helped integrate the non-human population into the human world. They were in middle of talks when the uncle had passed away, leaving the organization at an odd point. When they heard the shop was under new management, they went ahead with the deal, to get it over with. So the shop was getting new security, in the form of an Oni. There were few more fierce protectors when they had motivation.

Bridget was at the counter, watching some youtube videos when the man came in to talk to her. She'd only been minimally involved in the process, so she was nervous about the kind of person she'd be dealing with. But she was assured that the Oni was likely to be the most friendly face she'd see, considering where she worked. She clearly did not look so comfortable when the Oni entered the doorway. Yeaga's horns nearly hit the top of the door, the woman was as thick as an 80's action star, and as stacked as the same period's porn stars. Even though she knew who she was getting, she was still intimidated by the large powerhouse. And Yeaga looked miffed too. Was it a mistake?

As the man stepped out though, the Oni seemed to try being friendly, introducing herself. "Um hi..." She managed to squeak out, waving weakly. "Uh... I'm Bridget. N-Nice to meet you. You uh... Looked smaller in the pictures." She coughed timidly. Was that okay to say? She had no clue. Bridget was a-ok with most supernaturals she'd met, but the Oni was just so... huge. Especially compared to the five foot one wuss that was Bridget. But the Oni soon asked about what kind of place this was, to which the owner cleared her throat. "It's um... Well the dwelling is downstairs. Up here is a shop. For um... Sexual paraphernalia. We are definitely more modest. Most people order this stuff discreetly, especially now that internet shopping is so popular. B-But you still have people who come in and just kind of... Want to be around this stuff."

"And uh... You'll be guarding it. Some people are desperate enough to try and steal this um... Product. Since I live downstairs, I really don't feel too safe the way it's been."
 
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"Bridget?" Yaega would never understand human names. Regardless she beamed when the young woman commented on her size. She smiled. "Thank you! My father was Makkura Oni. So I've a bit of the old blood in me." Size was a source of pride for Oni. She was actually sort of average sized for a female Oni, but she was much stronger thanks to the old blood of the Makkura. This was the reason for her powerful figure. Still, she was unused to such compliments, and she was easy to flatter.

"Sexual...para...what?" She looked around again. These were sexual tools of some sort? How could plastic rectangles be useful during sex? She did start to notice other things that made the shops purpose more obvious. Colorful replica's of phalli, some of which were utterly absurd in shape, also dolls and much more. "Interesting...and this is not your home? You live beneath the ground?" Yaega liked that. Oni were very comfortable in caves, dark places, or generally cozy quarters. It was odd given their size, but pretty much universal. She didn't know what the internet was, but she listened none-the-less. Her eyes lit up when she heard her role here. Amnesty had not explained any of this, but she didn't mind. She actually found herself leaning on her elbows at eye level with Bridget.

"I imagine people will soon reassess their desperation." Her kind had a saying. 'Give an Oni money and he will fight for you. Give an Oni a fight, and he will die for you. Give an Oni love and he will burn the skies for you.' She had been without any good contest for months and it was beginning to wear on her nerves. Even the tease of a chance to punch something hooked her like a drug. She really hadn't expected much out of this, a place to stay and someone to fuck until she could move on and make a place for herself. But this Bridget was a cute little human, young, and she found something inherently satisfying about the idea of protecting the girl. "I think I would enjoy making you feel safe." She wasn't sure where to go from there. Luckily Bridget distracted her from the surrounding merchandise rather effectively, and soon she was more focused on the youth than anything else.

"Do you know that Oni used to be bound to Japanese shrines to protect them?" She stretched back to her full height, moving away from the counter with predatory grace. Her mannerism had shifted with her attentions, and the very presence of the young woman had her talking much more than she usually did in a month. "Many deny it, or simply have forgotten. But the shrine maidens weren't just there to take care of the temple. They also attended to the needs of the Oni, in return for his..." She glanced back with a smile. "...or her needs." She brushed her fingers along a row of the plastic rectangles, not really even paying attention to the pictures on the cover. "They were so effective, that people forgot that they were even there." The story was meant to reassure Bridget, and Yaega hoped it didn't do the opposite.
 
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So calling her large was indeed a good thing. Complimentary. Like calling a bro 'jacked.' Good to know for sure. Bridget wasn't a master manipulator, but she none the less valued a way to lighten the Oni's spirits. Unfortunately, the stuff about the Makkura was pretty much Greek to her, despite it being clearly Japanese. She knew their games, with bits and pieces of the animation, music, and TV shows. She was super into Kamen Rider and Super Sentai. It was part of why she wasn't crazy afraid when the supernaturals first started vying for acceptance. Monsters were kind of a childhood dream come true, in a silly way.

More important than the fact that Yaega seemed to be clueless to most modern conveniences, she was beaming at the idea of being the store's enforcer. It elicited a small gulp of apprehension from the girl. But... A bit toothy, muscly, horny demon woman was kind of exactly what she needed to stop intruders. She couldn't afford proper security systems with what she was making. Amnesty provided a stipend for her that basically paid the Oni's wages, making it far cheaper than even a shitty security system. "Just try not to be... um... Too enthusiastic? You can restrain a robber, but human laws regarding bodily harm are strict. Basically, if they try to hurt you, you can hurt them back to prevent any further harm. It's called something like 'appropriate use of force.' So just... Only give them what they try to dish out. And avoid killing if at all possible... You never know if one of those nutcases will pull a knife or gun." She thought of a little something. "There's a YMCA about fifteen minutes walk from here. I can see if they're open to non-humans. It's a place where people work out. They have a thing called MMA I think you'd like. It's prizefighting."

Yaega went on to explain a little about the past lives of Oni, who protected Japanese shrines and their maidens. In exchange for certain... Pleasantries... of course. It brought a blush to her cheeks, and she couldn't quite look Yaega in the eyes. She hadn't forgotten. She was responsible for feeding the Oni woman in their unique way. "Well... It's no shrine. Definitely not on this floor. But... If you're willing to give me one hundred percent, I certainly can't give anything less either."
 
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"Hmmm.....lets hope they try to hurt me then." Yaega smirked. She had control, but she preferred not to use it. These humans laws regarding bodily harm were a bit of a hassle, but one that was familiar to her kind. Though for very different reasons. Strength and violence were a natural aspect of Oni life, however due to the low number of her population, certain species and individuals were protected by strict magics. A healthy breeder of the Makkura Oni was considered of the utmost importance to her kind, and any unwarranted violence upon them was very nearly treason. "Appropriate?" Yaega liked that word in this context. Basically she could use as much force as they did, and really that was all that was necessary. If the Makkura wanted she could very easily rip every gang in the city to pieces, but that wouldn't be fun. Restrictions were almost like training weights so far as she was concerned. "If any of them do use such weapons, stay behind me little lotus." Yaega patted her hard abdomen with a smile. "I am quite sturdy, and the last time I encountered your peoples blast sticks they did little more than bruise." Of course that was hundreds of years ago. Yaega did not know how much their technology had advanced.

"Prize fighting?" Yaega tried to put a meaning to that term. "Do you mean like Thunder Festival? At times the Oni will gather their tribes warriors and let them test their full strength in a contest of strength, willpower, endurance, and conviction." The oni drifted into thought as she remembered the last Thunder Festival she attended. She had not been allowed to participate due to her being one of very few Makkura left alive. However her father had died claiming the most prestigious victory that the Festivals had seen in a hundred generations. "Those conquer their opponents gain prestige, breeding rights, gold, and more...." Just thinking about it excited her noticeably, a bulge in her pants growing more and more visible with each passing moment. "If this MMA is such a spectacle...." She chuckled. "...Then I may have found another reason to enjoy this situation."

"One hundred percent. I don't understand this reference...." Yaega moved back to the counter, her eyes glinting with more than a little restrained lust. "....but I do not require a shrine." The Oni leaned downward, her proximity putting the difference between their sizes into perspective. "Will I have my own quarters?" She came to rest her chin on her hands. "Or will I have the pleasure of your company tonight? I must confess...." Yaega winked. "I am feeling rather peckish." The more she looked at Bridget the more hungry she felt. Yaega wasn't in a hurry even with her hunger in mind, as she preferred her lovers to want the interaction. The more deeply connected the pair were, the more intense the sexual energy between them would become.
 
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"Little lotus?" Bridget asked, quirking an eyebrow. That was not an affectation she was used to at all. She got the little part easily enough. Compared to Yaega, anybody could be little, let alone her. And she supposed lotus was just a flower in this context, though Bridget hardly thought of herself as a flower. More like a log, content to lay still all day in bed than to gussy herself up to enjoy the sun. The idea that the oni could deflect bullets with her abs though was oddly reassuring, if a little frightening for a 'little lotus' like her.

"Well... MMA is more like a fist fight for profit. Over time, there's been several martial arts styles, and people are competitive... So Mixed Martial Arts, MMA, is where people go to see who is better at fighting. Professionals can get paid a lot of money. Though it's been regulated to make it safe, people still get cuts and the occasional serious injury. So mostly prestige and gold... Though I suppose it doesn't hurt when it comes to finding someone tooo-..." Bridget explained, noticing the rather noticeable bulge Yaega carried was getting longer and thicker. The thing could be used to club a porn star to death.

"A-Anyway... I mean if you're willing to give me your full effort, I'll give you mine. One-hundred percent. Means all of it." She blushed, looking away to regain some semblance of composure, though the Oni was open about her interests in Bridget. "Money is a little tight, and my uncle was the one who had the place renovated. So there's no separate quarters... I suppose that does make your um... Meals... A little more convenient. So yeah... We're sharing my bed." At least it was pretty big. big enough to fit three of Yeaga and still have room for the human. Where people got beds that large, she didn't know.

"Um... What erm..." She fiddled a bit, curious, but embarrassed to ask. "What, uh... Feeding habits should I know about?"
 
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"Did I offend?"  Yaega tilted her head to the side as she tried to read Bridgets' expression.  In the past Japanese women tended to respond favorably to being compared to the pretty flower.  Though Bridget was a far cry from the heavenly beautiful shrine maidens and noble ladies her kind was used to dealing with, the girl was by no means ugly or unattractive.  Perhaps it had to do with the times.  Perhaps flowers were no longer comparable to beauty?  Yaega tried to come up with a different word for her benefactor.  "I like Willows....would that suffice?"  She scratched her head.  "Little Willow?"  Maybe it was the little part.  Thankfully the subject changed, saving Yaega too much embarrassment.

"That sounds....fascinating!  You must show me more of this MMA."  Yaega knew of martial arts.  The Japanese used to take immense pride in their knowledge of combat, and even though many of them had long since forgotten, a few of their methods were engineered from observing fights between Oni.  The rest was a mix of Chinese and Middle Eastern influence.  Still.  While the Oni did love a good bit of violence, organized fights of this kind were incredibly interesting.  Yaega could smash many opponents with raw force alone, but these such fights forced individuals to rely on skill as much as power.  She may have to expend a little power to restrain her form so as to challenge her skills, but it would be worth it for fun alone.

"You don't have to sound so nervous about it..."  Yaega smiled as Bridget fell onto the topic of the Oni's feeding habits.  "I promise to be gentle...unless you want otherwise."  In truth Yaega's needs were much more mundane than other inhuman species.  "In truth I do require regular feeding, but that depends on the depth of our connection. There are rituals we can engage in that will serve this purpose, allowing me enough energy to go a few days without your aid." Yaega stretched out her back, she was beginning to feel pent up with all this talk of feeding. "But if you decide you do not want such a connection then I would require satisfaction several times a day." As things stood the Oni had not engaged in ritualistic mating in some years. It was an outdated notion to humans. They tended to be more interested in swift satisfaction and short term release. Oni preferred love to split the skies.
 
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"No, no... You didn't offend or anything." She shook her head, bringing her hands up, waving them as to hastily diffuse the situation. "Not used to being called a flower. Or tree. Little... well yeah..." Bridget was only just over five feet tall, after all, though her lifestyle left her just a tiny bit soft around the edges, so she wasn't the willowy girl from early high school. "I guess... Just call me whatever fits." She offered, not wanting the nickname to be a big deal. She'd really just been inquisitive as to why that had been the first choice from the demon woman, but was more than happy to drop the subject to escape awkwardness.

"I'll show you some MMA fights on the internet once we're acclimated and shut down for the night. And uh... I guess a meal for us both would be a good idea." She offered sheepishly. None too experienced, she wasn't afraid of Yaega, but definitely nervous. No matter how gentle she could be, it was hard to think that someone with what looked like a rolling pin stuffed in their pants could be anything resembling gentle. "I'd like to see about those rituals though. I mean... Uh..." She blushed, not sure how to put it. "Not to say I don't want to provide for you. Just you know... Several times a day might be a bit much for me. I'm not exactly in the best physical shape."
 
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"Internet! I know that one!"  Yaega exclaimed, glad to finally understand some of the strange words and references Bridget had used so far.  Not that she was extremely familiar with its workings or rules, but she had been required to use the system in order to apply to Amnesty United.  "I was not aware I could watch sanctioned violence on this internet.  Your culture continues to surprise me little...um...Bridget."  The Oni was uncomfortably hard already in her tight pants, but when Bridget expressed interest in her rituals, her cock turned to granite.

"Oh....you are an interesting human aren't you?"  She didn't even mind Bridgets' claim of being out of shape.  Very few Shrine Maidens were exceptionally fit, as they spent most of their time praying and seeing to their shrines needs.  All Oni tended to be muscular and fit, so a softer woman did have a great deal of appeal....though really Oni had as varied tastes as humans.  Yaega leaned against a wall, crossing her arms with a smile.

"There are many rituals we could engage in depending on your tastes.  My favorites are the Makkura-Ya, the Makkura-Ho, and the Makkura-Raizen....however the last one would require a thunderstorm of impressive scale, dragons blood....and two of my sisters to partake."  Yaega grinned even more broadly.  "I'm sure we could wait until you are more comfortable with this before trying that one."  The Oni closed her eyes, remembering a time when the Makkura-Ya was demonstrated to Yaega and her sisters as youths.  "The Ya is simple, but divine.  Lovers paint each others bodies with sacred runes.  As we do so we entwine our bodies, exploring each other, waiting until we can no longer stand the tension before giving in to passion."  She opened her eyes again, locking them with Bridgets'.  "It is done upon an altar to Onibara, our god of lust and love.  Any bed may be made an altar, or any surface big enough to hold us really."  The Makkura-Ho was a little more engaged.  Taking a day to plan in advance.  It required Yaega's lover to apply a sacred oil to the Oni's genitals hourly, as well as binding them in sacred cloth bindings.  The process resulted in a drastic increase to the Oni's sex drive, and consecrated her seed, which when drank would grant almost superhuman stamina and spiritual energy to her lover for several weeks.
 
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Bridget couldn't help but have a small giggle at the Oni's excited reaction to knowing what the internet was. She'd soon know a lot more, seeing how necessary it was in the human world to have a decent command over technology. It was doubly silly when it was punctuated by the unusual way of calling her little Bridget. "Violence, cute animals being cute, people cooking things... Porn..." Yeah, probably a part of why the business she had inherited was going down in flames. Still, the internet was a vast place of things people loved to see, or at least were bored enough to see.

"I don't mean to offend... But I don't think we rally count as lovers. So the Ya might not work so well." She put a finger to her lip, contemplating what kind of bond they would be able to exploit, so to speak. "Is there anything that could be done between friends? I mean... I know it'll involve intimacy in some fashion, but since we just met, I could hardly call our relationship 'love.' That kind of bond takes time and the right partner." Though to be honest, she had no idea what kind of rituals the Oni had, and maybe her definition of 'Lover' was off-base.

But she lit up a little as she thought of something. "I got it! There's got to be an initiation ritual or something, right? For bonding an Oni to a shrine or maiden?" Bridget figured there had to be one. And not only that, but it would be something more sensual than rough if intimacy was involved, which would help some with her nervousness. Something like that would help them establish a strong bond to one another, then hopefully lead to an effective ritual for their feeding needs.
 
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"I...."  Yaega started to respond to Bridgets' suggestion and comments.  She forgot that humans had a strange, narrow-minded view on love and passion.  So far as Oni were concerned Love was a force of nature, no different than Gravity or Time.  It was not something that developed or was acquired, it simply was.  All one had to do was embrace it, just like violence and hate.  Still, she didn't want to press the issue.  Yaega struck a thinking pose, with her left elbow resting in the palm of her right hand, while her left hand thumped rhythmically against her collarbone.

"Hmmm....that may be possible...."  The idea of swearing herself to Bridget wasn't completely out of the question, but it was a very....intense connection.  She wasn't sure if the human was ready for something like that, nor the burdens that came with it.  "Your home would by definition have to become a Shrine.  Do you have any honored ancestors?"  Ancestors were the simplest excuses for shrines.  It was a consecration of purpose rather than spirit though, and offered little in the way of protection.  "If not you would need to dedicate this space to a God...."  Yaega paused for a moment before continuing, trying to come up with a way to word this that wouldn't turn a human away immediately.

"I would suggest Onibara....he is not very demanding.  Especially if we were exceptionally active sexually."  She clicked her tongue loudly.  "That being said, there would be rituals to perform.  I could help you with those, but as the shrine maiden it would ultimately be your responsibility.  My family has been dedicated to Onibara for centuries.  He has not steered us wrong....but he gets bored...."  This was the part she was worried about.  "....and sometimes for entertainment he sends spirit beasts to attack his Oni."  Yaega had no problem with this.  In fact she had enjoyed many fights provided by her god.  They were perilous, but he would not send foes he did not believe his followers could defeat.  The problem was she doubted humans wanted Spirit monsters running amok until Yaega got around to beating it.
 
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"Well, dedicating a porn shop to an ancestor would be a bit um... Well in human terms it'd probably be considered a dishonor to the dead." Sure, she could probably dedicate it to her uncle, who built the place. But, she didn't want to get those funny looks when she has to tell someone she had to do that. But the alternative that Yaega came up with was actually kind of tempting. A shrine to her Onibara would be perfect for a porn shop, and help Yaega have a slice of home to enjoy. That, and they were going to be having sex anyway to feed Yaega. Yeah... It could work.

"Well... Onibara would probably get a kick out of this, right? A shop dedicated to selling sex toys and such being turned into a shrine to him... Seems kind of appropriate given lust is such a major part of his portfolio. You'd just have to make sure you're on point when it comes to those spirit beasts... I don't have much money to work with, and I'd really not want to pay for damages to here or elsewhere." She cautioned, putting her thumb to her lip as she thought it over. Of course, Onibara would mean that she'd have to be more sexually active with Yaega, which was something she was kind of hoping to limit for the sake of at least building up some endurance gradually. But the blessings of Onibara could prove to make the shop more lucrative, or even help her when it came to enduring Yaega's feeding time.

"Yeah, I think Onibara would have fun with a little place like this."

((OOC: He could be why the paperwork gets messed up at Amnesty United, sending more monster girls to Bridget. A little mischievous 'blessing' that leads to him getting more of what he wants; girl on monster girl action.))
 
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Yaega suppressed a wild grin at Bridgets comment about dedicating her porn shop to an ancestor being an insult to the dead. The Oni did not have businesses such as this. What they did have was their Onibarric Priests. Oni tended to simply handle their sexual needs rather than complicate them the way humans did. However if at any point an Oni was failing in that regard, or having general problems with their sex life, they sought out the Priests. Priests roles were varied, and included a wide variety of skills and specialties, but they were talented in fashioning arcane devices and 'toys' for their followers. Many of these were consecrated by Onibara, thus pleasing him when used, so most of his followers ended up with quite a collection at some point in their life. This was the main reason Yaega had been so surprised by what she assumed was Bridget's taste in decor.

"Absolutely little willow! A place of lust and desire? Where your people come to find what they cannot elsewhere?" Yaega once again closed the distance between them, this time leaning her elbows on the counter, causing it to creak under the weight of her upper body. "Onibara would be pleased indeed...not to mention..." Yaega was beginning to race in her mind. This was turning into such an interesting exchange for her, not at all what she expected. "...if you were to become a Shrine Maiden...." This part Yaega said in a hushed tone, not knowing if A.U. was listening. "...I could help you enchant many of these things you have here...." Her eyes glittered with excitement. "You could have things that no other human can access! Toys that offer pleasures beyond this world, offer devices unlike anything your kind has seen since the rise of the Shogunate!" Yaega knew Amnesty United frowned upon abusing magical powers or superhuman abilities, but they could not restrict it. Such things were left to the countries of the Earth. With that Yaega found herself too excited to continue as they were. As Bridget commented on Yaega handling the spirit beasts the Oni stood up and moved around the counter with surprising speed and grace.

"Do not worry little willow." Yaega scooped up the brunette human into her arms with ease, not even registering her weight as she flexed her muscles to give the girl a little taste of the strength behind that vivid orange-red skin. "I have bested his minions before. I will do so at every turn! And I would not dare let you pay for it." In her arms Bridget was pressed between Yaega's considerable bust, which looked large even for her huge frame, DDD's at least, and her iron arms. Compared to a human, each breast was bigger than Bridget's head. "You said you live downstairs yes? I would like to see our quarters. You must show me!" With that the Oni found the stairs and descended with human in hand.

((OOC: Great idea! That would work perfect. BTW, feel free to control Yaega a bit to put Bridget down when needed. Really liking this so far!))
 
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Bridget's eyes widened a bit at the mention of enchanted sex toys. Wasn't that a little much? But then again... She couldn't imagine how many lesbians would pay a considerable sum of money for a strap-on that could let them impregnate their partners. Wait... She wasn't even sure such a thing could exist, even with Onibara's divine magic. But surely an effective dildo that felt like it was part of the wearer would be possible. Or maybe vibrators that react to lust... A bright pink came to her cheeks as she started thinking of all the possibilities, trying to focus and get out of those perverted thoughts. She was having a conversation, not trying to get off before bed... Though she supposed she'd never have to worry about that again. Yaega would be all to happy to wear her out for a good night's sleep. "W-We'll uh... Put that idea on hold for now..." She sheepishly coughed a bit.

But that sheepish tone turned to a surprised squeak as she was picked up, over the counter and held bridal-style by the large Oni, who happily squished her in tight for a hug, almost unable to breathe. More vexing though was the sudden feeling of Yaega's great... Tracts of land... Up against her. Without much delay, Yaega took command, demanding, though in a playful way, that they go downstairs. Which they did, as Bridget had little choice in the matter, since the Oni-train was in full motion before she could protest. The business was open, but it wasn't like anyone showed up until after dark.

The first room they came to as they went to the bottom of the stairs was also the bedroom. A massive one at that, considering the bed that was large enough to barely fit four Yaega-sized people. The sheets were a deep, royal red, with plenty of fluffy white pillows, and the whole thing was supremely soft. Across from the bed was a large flat-screen TV, with a few game stations hooked into it, as well as a set of bookcases filled with games and old movies, mostly kung-fu, old super sentai shows, and some newer superhero films. There were a few closed doors, three of which were down a hallway near the TV, one of which was near the bed. "Um... Welcome to our room..." She motioned a bit awkwardly, before wrapping her arms around Yaega's shoulders instinctively.
 
"How splendid!" Yaega loved the huge bed downstairs, and the basement seemed spacious enough for her needs. The Oni smiled as Bridget wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The warmth of her body so close was tantalizing, and she found herself almost purring as she moved to the bed. "I think...this is going to be an excellent arrangement Little Willow!" With a laugh she fell backwards onto the bed, which surprisingly showed no issues in supporting her weight. This new position had Bridget sprawled across Yaega's chest as the Oni stretched out her arms and sunk into the soft mattress.

"Oh gods....that is comfy..." One of her hands absent-mindedly began moving up and down Bridget's back, playfully drifting from between her shoulder blades to just above her ass. The whole time she kept her eyes closed, smiling in comfort. Bridget wouldn't know, but the connection was already made. Even the lightest link can grow into a chain. Even Bridget's naughtier thoughts in regards to the sex toy proposition Yaega had offered had created a spark of energy between them. Yaega wanted to stoke that spark.

"So tell me human...have you ever loved?" She rethought her question, given human's narrow view of the subject. "Apologies. I mean, are you a virgin?" Her own cock was throbbing steadily now, plainly visible beneath her jeans. The pants were enchanted to hide most of her situation while retaining comfort, although it could only hide so much. Her opposite hand drifted up to start tracing lazy patterns in the air. "I lost mine a long time ago...hmmm..." Her grin broadened as little trails of what looked like red smoke started drifting from her nails. However the smoke seemed to stay in place, roiling but never leaving the shapes she was forming. "To a Japanese farmgirl who was fleeing marriage to a much older local lord." Shape after shape was formed, until five runes hung in the air above them in a circle. "She was my first shrine maiden....and such a wonderful girl." With a subtle spiral of her index finger the runes shone for a second, then jumbled together into a ball of smoke, which Yaega collected in the palm of her hand. She then leaned up on an elbow and held out the sphere to Bridget.

"If you are serious about this, then you need to inhale this, and hold it until I say." Before Bridget could react Yaega retracted her hand slightly, catching the human's gaze. "Only if you are sure. This isn't easy to undo after all....but if you will be my maiden....then I will be your demon." that toothy grin showed up again. "Fair warning....the smoke may hit you like....oh what do you humans call it?" She tried to remember the human name of the Divine Herb. "Well nevermind...just be ready to feel a bit swoony Little Willow."
 
When the oni fell back onto the bed, Bridget squeaked, her body in a sudden free-fall for just a moment, ending with her sprawled out on top of the powerfully built demon, chest to chest. But she quickly calmed, laying her head back down on Yaega's shoulder. She might not have known about that spark between them, but she subconsciously knew that snuggling up to the woman was rather comfy, and the stroking along her back had her close her eyes contentedly. Her body shifted ever so slightly, arching a bit as the fingers dragged along her spine, her body adjusting just ever so much to make her as comfortable as possible.

"U-uh..." She blushed a bit at the question. "Well... Um... Yes." She admitted, though she geared up to make some admissions. "I mean, I've experimented a little during some sleepovers when I was younger, and I have definitely used some toys of my own... So I'm not entirely unprepared." She felt her thigh bump up against the bulging length beneath her, and it felt massive. And it was, but because she wasn't looking at it, the shaft seemed all the bigger. Yaega was happy to share as well, and it did reveal that she probably had some experience dealing with the inexperienced, given the time frame Yaega's first lover would have come from.

More curious though was the ball of smoke she was told to inhale. She nodded however as Yaega gave her warning. Letting out a long pent-up breath, she bit her lower lip and leaned forward. She inhaled slowly, not at all used to smoking. Thinking it was going to taste or feel acidic or smokey, she was prepared for something terrible. Instead, her eyes went a bit wide and she could swear she was hearing airhorns.

((Warning, that link is silly gamer nonsense.))
 
"Remember! Don't exhale until I tell you..." With that Yaega hopped up from the bed with surprising speed for someone so large. She wanted to play, but she wasn't going to make Bridget pass out from holding her breath to long. The Oni looked to the four bed posts and nodded. "This will do just fine." She began moving around the bed, placing her palm against each post and reciting an incantation. "Onibara....onibara..." She kept catching Bridgets gaze as she moved to each corner. "Onibara....Onibara..." Each time she spoke there was a arc of magic that spun from her palm into the wood, searing a sigil onto the post that would mark the bed as an altar to her god. Once she had all four completed she returned to her Willow, placing her palm against Bridgets abdomen and whispering. "Onibara...onibara..." A small rune would appear on Bridgets flesh around her belly button, and disappear after a few seconds. It would only reappear during times of intense pleasure, and it wouldn't hurt. With that Yaega kissed the girl deeply, slowly pushing her onto her back on the bed as she drew the arcane smoke from her lungs, and gave her the chance to breathe.

"That's step one Little Willow....how are you feeling?" Yaega smiled from her new dominant position over Bridget. One knee was between the girls thighs, one hand beside her head, while the other was braced by her side on the bed. The Oni grinned licking her lips as she relished the beauty of both this young woman, and this situation. It just felt right that she was a virgin, and Yaega would have the honor of making her a woman. She couldn't help but lean in a bit, careful not to put to much weight on the girl, but enough that her bust would squish up against Bridget's. At the same time her cock, even beneath her jeans, would be very noticeable against Bridget's own thigh.

It took a few moments for the spell to kick in, but as she leaned in, she felt a surge of energy thrust up from the base of her spine to her skull. She let out a long sigh as the force spread throughout her body, warming every inch of her muscles and igniting the pent up lust buried in her loins. "Oh god! Onibara..." Yaega gasped. Onibara had given his blessing, and then some! "Ha! Hahmmm..." Yaega had almost forgotten what it felt like. When she opened her eyes, they glowed visibly enough to actually generate light to see from. "Oh Willow....my God of Lust has deemed you a worthy mortal." She leaned in to whisper in Bridgets ear. "You and all you own are mine to protect....just as all of you, is mine to love." Yaega raised herself up and slid off her T-shirt, exposing her massive bust to the open air. "Swear your lust to Onibara, King of the Oni. Swear your body to me, Makkura Yaega, daughter of Makkura Ongen. Swear your heart to this place of worship that we have made....and never fear again." Yaega smiled and held out her arms.

"Embrace me, and repeat the name of our God three times to invoke his desire..." She could feel the power coursing through her veins, power given directly by Onibara. She had never felt it so intensely before, and she didn't know what that meant either. The Oni wondered how such energy would be felt by the human, as surely she felt it as well. Perhaps Onibara had special plans for them? Perhaps he was weaker than she thought, and sought to help restore his status. Regardless it did not matter. Nothing mattered at the moment besides Yaega and Bridget, the lovely little human laying in front of her...no, that wasn't right. She wasn't just a human anymore. She was Bridget, her shrine maiden, her Little Willow. "Onibara...onibara....onibara...."

((Haha no worries. I'm a gamer to so it was a great little addition!))
 
The loss of Yaega underneath her left the young woman holding her breath, squeaking as she rolled onto her back. She watched the ritual curiously, slowly realizing she was losing her breath quite rapidly. She wasn't a great swimmer, nor did she keep in that great of shape, so her lungs weren't the greatest. Yaega was considerate though, and the ritual, or at least the first part, was over quickly, with a steamy hot hand on her stomach, and a tingle from the symbol being infused into her flesh. Not a branding or a scarring, just kind of there... Magically. Their first kiss, sealing the ritual, was entirely one-sided, as the sucking of the smoke from within her left poor Bridget gasping and coughing for air, and less than receptive to kissing back.

"K-Kinda..." She panted as she slowly caught her breath, pinned beneath the large woman. "...D-Dizzy." Being high and breathless; not a fun combo. Things got all the more restrictive as the Oni pushed in a little more, closing the distance, pressing her demonic gifts up against the smaller woman, letting her feel just how well-endowed Yaega was, and making Bridget feel just a little bit inadequate. She tried not to move much, as she felt the body above her growing hotter. She wasn't quite sure what she'd gotten into, and Yaega's unfamiliar ritual wasn't helping. Especially not that glow. But, the demon leaned in and whispered to her, in a way that became surprisingly reassuring. The sudden loss of shirt, and reveal of breasts was a bit shocking, but she was more concerned with the ritual.

Told to embrace the demon and make her oath, she got up, getting on her knees so she could be somewhat comparable in height to the Oni. Not sure what to do, due to a lack of rehearsal, she reached up and cupped Yaega's cheek with one hand, leaning up as close as she can. "As I am yours to protect, you are mine to care for. You are mine to love, as I am yours. My heart, my lust, and my body, I swear to this place, just as I swear them to you, Makkura Yaega, daughter of Makkura Ongen, honored protector of this humble shrine." She pulled Yaega's head down, or more pulled herself up, she wasn't sure, but it ended with her lips brushing against Yaega's as she spoke the god's name. "Onibara, Onibara, Onibara. Bless this shrine, and may our lusts never go unsated." With that, she finally pressed her lips into Yaega's fully. The kiss of a passionate novice, but it sent a sudden jolt of power through her, like electricity. Her back arched and she pressed into the Oni, stiff and trembling. She broke the kiss as she fell back onto the bed, released from her moment of paralysis. Panting softly, she pulled at the zipper of her hoodie, squirming just a little. She felt like she was on fire, in her chest and in her hips.

"Come, Yaega..." She shivered, the zipper reaching the bottom, showing the black tanktop underneath. "This ritual is only just beginning, right?"
 
Yaega had not expected such a....powerful oath from Bridget. It was a good oath, heavy, meaningful, and brimming with desire. Onibara was pleased. As was tradition, Yaega couldn't coach the human in what words to use. It had to come from the heart, soul, and loins. The feel of the kiss, and Bridgets lips against hers annihilated any restraint left in the Oni. So as Bridget fell backward, and beckoned Yaega to continue the ritual....she obeyed without hesitation. Steam whispered from Yaega's lips as the lust of Onibara coursed through her veins, compounding on her own and escaping into the room around them. The ancient magics of her kind were mysterious and impossible for anyone who wasn't divine to truly grasp. Even Yaega had never felt this alive during a ritual before, nor had she ever seen the effects she was now experiencing to this degree.

"Oh Willow...show me your lust..." The Oni lay beside Bridget, not wanting to crush the human with her weight while she gently pulled down on the zipper of her hoodie. Even as she began kissing her shrine maidens neck she extended her tongue so the Oni could taste her lovely skin. She was actually quite fair, just like the Japanese girls from her youth, not quite as flawless of complexion, but lovely still. Her tongue reached nearly twelve inches long, wrapping underneath Bridgets chin before pulling back into the Oni's mouth. "Hmmm...I could taste you until the end of time.." As she pulled away Bridgets hoodie her fingers found their way up underneath the girls shirt, firmly gripping around her small, but shapely breast. It didn't remain long, as Yaega leaned over her more, her breasts squishing against Bridget as she pulled up the shirt to 'address' her bust directly with her long tongue. At the same time her hands found their way into the girls pants.

"Tell me what you desire my maiden. Your will is mine to follow, your lust is mine to satisfy....what do you want of me?" A deep, throaty moan escaped her lips as her thick fingers met the soft petals of Bridgets flower, careful not to use her claws, but nevertheless pressing firm against those warm lips. In the future she would remember to take the time to retract them, but that required concentration that she wasn't able to give at the moment. So instead her fingers danced, spreading Bridgets entrance while stroking her flesh delicately, showing the Oni was capable of gentleness as well as forcefulness. All the while the thick slab of meat that was her tongue played with Bridgets breasts, sometimes ensnaring the whole mound in a wet embrace, while others tracing intricate patterns over her pert nipples.
 
Yaega was amazed by the divine lust flowing into her, but Bridget was outright stunned by it. She'd certainly felt a few needs before, and some of her personal toys in the bedstand could attest to that, but she'd never felt such overwhelming desire. She'd never felt like a toy was not going to cut it. She needed to be with Yaega, and she felt like there was nothing she wouldn't do to sate that lust. She wasn't sure if it was her, or if it was Onibara giving his blessing. As large red hands upped away her hoodie and top, she rolled and squirmed in a way to make her own undressing easier, letting Yaega do as she pleased. That first feeling of tongue against her skin was incredible, like fire nipping at her skin. She couldn't see the tongue since it was licking her neck, but she could feel it. It felt like it was a foot long, but surely it had to be smaller, right?

Gasping, she looked down as Yaega asked what she wanted. Her answer was cut off by a gasp and a quivering moan, as fingers brushed at her entrance, warmer than any toy, moving in unexpected ways. The tongue came out again, this time licking at her breasts and she could see... It -was- a foot long. By Onibara, it seemed everything Yaega had was huge. Still, from her position it was hard to reciprocate. After all, she was the one that was supposed to care for the Oni's needs. Letting out a squeal of pleasure at a particularly fun stroke of those fingers, she reached down and cupped Yaega's cheek. "P-Please... Yaega... T-Teach me how to please you. I-I need to... Want to... Sate your lusts." She asked, wanting to be more than just a playground for Yaega to use.
 
"Of course my Maiden....let me show you the way..." As much as Yaega wanted to play with Bridget, she was a little happy to hear her offer. The Oni was extremely hard at the moment, and even her enchanted trousers were straining to hold fast. Yaega moved to undo her pants, which was rather difficult from a lying position, but she didn't want to get up. What resulted was a very frustrated Oni giving up, and literally ripping her pants off piece by piece until she was completely naked. "Rargh!" She growled rather intensely as she flicked the last piece away. She was so fired up, had so much energy flowing through her that she had to catch herself from simply jumping her maiden. Instead she fell back against the headboard, and raised her arms to rest atop the piece behind her.

"Apologies Willow...now then...where were we?" Her manner shifted rather quickly, as Oni were creatures of passion. It was easy to go from one mood or another, though it was always easiest to shift into love-mode. Bridget made it twice as easy. "Well now..." Yaega drew one knee up and placed her hand upon it, striking what she thought to be a pose. She couldn't help it. Was she being vain? Absolutely. Did it matter? Absolutely? As an Oni she wanted her Maiden to worship her, to desire her, to NEED her. She did nothing to obscure her member either, which throbbed rather powerfully against her abdomen.

"Do I please your eyes?" She beckoned Bridget over. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt you..." She was indeed quite large, far larger than any normal human woman could bare in fact. Almost two feet long, and as thick as a soda can, it jutted up against the bottoms of her heavy breasts. Horses would be jealous, and in actuality it resembled an equine member, flared tip, sheath, and all. Thankfully Onibara was kind to his keepers. Now that they were bound, Yaega could not harm Bridget. The laws of magick and nature would not allow it. Onibara had a way of...stretching the rules to....accommodate his plans.
 
Bridget squeaked in surprise as she saw Yaega rip off her pants in frustration. Yet at the same time, she felt her heart thumping in her chest. The sheer power of the gesture was intimidating, but there was so much power in it too. So much desire. So much need. The lustful energy building inside the young woman spiked at that moment, Onibara giving her a little push in the right direction. She'd learn to be thrilled and pleased by the massive power behind an Oni's hips, and all she needed to do was take that first plunge. And Yaega was willing to take advantage, striking a pose that showed off every inch of her powerful form in a way that gave her a dominant air, exuding pride from every inch of her... Hoooly giant dicks!

Yaega was massive! "I uh... That..." She pointed, a bit awkward now as she couldn't pry her eyes away from the unusual shaft. Being a fresh initiate, she had no idea about Onibara's intimate blessing, nor that fact that Yaega would be able to go absolutely berserk without so much as harming a hair on the young maiden's head... Though Bridget still might not be able to walk afterwards for different, more pleasing reasons. "That is way too big!" She exclaimed, her jaw dropping a bit. "Like... Seriously..." She stammered, trying to explain it. "Imagine about, I dunno... A quarter of that. That would be normal." Yaega would be able to recall the various toys from the shop upstairs. Indeed the average length and thickness were, frankly, pathetic for Oni standards.
 
The look on Bridgets' face was priceless. Her awe at Yaega's member did wonders for the Oni's confidence....not that she was usually lacking in that context. She didn't want to tell Bridget about Onibara's little gift, at least not yet anyways. It was better to build a trust between them to deepen the connection. Still, the young woman's comment dragged the images of the sex toys upstairs to the forefront of Yaega's mind. She burst out into a hearty laugh that nearly rocked the bedframe as she realized that those were actually large in comparison to Bridget's example. A quarter her length? "Humans...how do you ever know real pleasure with such lackluster men?!" She couldn't help but laugh, it was just too funny. She was above average sized, but not incredibly so. She wondered what Bridget would think of her twin sisters, who were Majani_Makkura. Majani was a slang-term Oni used for individuals who were exceptionally gifted in the cock-department, some saying they were blessed with Onibara's own member. As her laughter subsided she reached out and pulled her maiden close with ease, gently, but brooking no argument. The action landed Bridget directly into the Oni's lap.

"Don't worry pet...I wouldn't dare harm a hair on your head." Yaega smiled and brushed a lock of hair over the girls ear, tracing a clawed finger down her jaw before drawing it up underneath her chin. The oni kissed her maiden lightly, careful not to scrape her with her fangs...not that she could do any damage, but she was proud of her delicacy as much as her strength. She wanted to show Bridget that she was both power and control. While separating from the kiss she took the young woman's hand in hers, and placed it upon the shaft of her member. "Trust me little Willow...you are safe with me...safe to embrace pleasures most of your kind will never comprehend...." She kissed Bridget again, this time her tongue pushing between those lovely lips. She followed with a whisper. "All you have to do...is trust me...and let Onibara guide your hands...."
 
Bridget blushed as Yaega had a moment to laugh at the thought of human men. Apparently, Yaega was approximately average for her species. Approximately. In human terms though, it was simply too much. At most, half would fit in, and that would only be on an experienced woman. She'd hate to think what would happen if Yaega wanted to try the other, tighter hole. As she was brought up, resting in the oni's lap, she could feel the shaft just under her, between her legs. It felt almost like fire against her, even with her bottoms on still. She had no time to contemplate it further though as Yaega kissed her. And it was just such a lovely kiss. Gentle, but with a passion that the young woman was not at all used to yet, a passion that practically had the new maiden melting in Yaega's lap. The fangs might have been odd for most, but Bridget didn't mind it seemed, even giving the right one a little peck as they parted, a small smooch as if to thank it for being gentle.

Feeling her hand guided down, she gently grasped around what she could, not even able to fully circle the thick circumference with her fingers. The kiss resulted in the bespectacled girl closing her eyes, losing herself to the passion and desire she was feeling, her heart thumping harder than ever in her chest. As the hot, thick, and unusual tongue slowly pushed past her lips, her own met it, though it had little choice in the matter. Her tongue faltered and trembled some, but after mere moments, began to gently glide and circle about the invader, with a soothing grace that might have seemed out of place given her nervousness. But so too was her hand starting to glide. Unable to fully grasp it, she instead focused her fingertips on the hot red shaft. They trailed along deftly, feeling out every vein and ridge, in sinuous waves and languid circles. Each touch focusing somewhere new, feeling out the whole length from the thick base to the flared head, measuring it up. With fingertips that were smooth and graceful, it was clear that she was putting the dexterity of her hobby to a whole new use, seeking out which buttons to press, seeking out their own little cheat code to use on the physically dominating oni.
 
The Oni loved Bridget more and more every moment. The little kiss was not lost on her, and did not go without reciprocation. Even as the younger woman began the delicate dance of her fingers, Yaega began her own little dance. She lowered the one knee to make Bridgets position more comfortable, then rested her hands on her maidens thighs. She continued to kiss, all the while her powerful hands started a slow, controlled, and deep massage her people called Tetsu Shiruku Yubi...or Fingers of Silken Iron. Her hands moved carefully up her lovers legs to her waist, able to put more pressure than the woman could normally handle because of Onibara's gift. With centuries of practice, she hunted every knot of muscle, every bit of tension or distress. She was even able to clear Bridgets meridians with soft pulses of her own Ki that would feel like warm, pleasant shocks.

Her job was not without hiccups however, as Bridgets fingers had their own unnatural skill. She found herself wondering if the girl had been a courtesan in a past life, the way her fingertips tantalized and tormented the Oni. She was especially sensitive on the underside of her cock, more than anything right where the head started to flare. Every time her hands touched those areas, Yaega took a sharp intake of breath, letting out a soft moan. Her own hands would jump at times as her partner discovered these spots, finding it harder and harder to focus under the intense ministrations.

"Willow....you are just...wonderful..." Yaega trailed off into some vague japanese as she threw her head back, her chest heaving with her laboured breath. She'd been satisfied lately, it was a necessity to keep her from going berserk....or dying. But this....this was so much more intense. Her Fingers of Silken Iron only made it to Bridgets side before she found herself having troubles concentrating. She did not expect her maiden to be so....skilled.
 
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