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They sat together in young Tsukino's live room. All of them dared not to move or even to induce their middle sports meeting. Finally, Usagi turned her face to look at all the others."How dissimilar from everything else can this be ? We've defeated other daemons before. These Youma can be no different."She smiled weakly. Amy raised her top dog, looked up at the girl and shrugged before facing the floor again. mynah nodded in correspondence with Usagi."We've been warned… we can prepare."
Finally, Lita stood up. She looked at the other Scouts and her face bore scoring of disgust."Are we seriously considering even a going ? Should we not rise up up to meet the challenge ? We've defeated plenty of these before !"The others looked in between one another in nervous silence. Rei smirked a piffling bit and nodded."She's right you know, fille ? There's no way we can go headlong into fight thinking that the war's already lost. If we did that, we might as well throw our hands in the air and cry it quits. There's no way for us to possibly win if all we can see is loss."
"And if the Youma do establish to be a challenge ?"Amy spoke at last.
"simpleton ! We fight harder !"Lita never gave much chance for the others to respond as well. The get-up-and-go in the room had begun to shift. From cold hopelessness, there seemed to be a blazing fire starting in their hearts. Looking at each of them in play, they searched for blessing and found it, acceptance within one another. Usagi was the for the first time. She stretched out her hand towards the centre of the group."Girls… you're right. There's no way we can back down now. The humankind's counting on us. This is much greater than us. We have to go… are you with me ?"Rei and Lita didn't time lag for a second calling and joined in. Mina did as well and Amy well, she saw no choice but to do so too.
"Let's fight !"
***
It had been a concentrated route ; they fought challenges, one after the former and only just barely pulled through. They were drained, tired but still they fought on. The tree was just ahead and there was no way for them to become back. Finally, they reached the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree's resting place and stood for a bit admiring its large length, majesty and dreadful size. For long second they stood there in silence before looking to one another.
Usagi nodded and took a few whole tone forward. Mina followed and afterwards so did Amy, even if rather hesitant."Your thoughts betray you…"She flinched."Who said that ? !"She turned and faced only Lita and Rei. It hadn't been any of them ; they even looked as puzzled as she did. Usagi spun to see the cause of the sudden commotion from within the grouping and saw nothing. They were alone still, amidst the roots of the Doom tree who stretched out enormous before them.
"Your Friend are frail, weak."Usagi wince."You get word it too ?"Amy nods and yet, they are still alone."What is going on ?"Mina asks."What's happening to the two of you ?"Again, the voice.
"They give in to fear."And the chills sent down the young Scout's backbone petrified her. Lita hoot as if provoked by an invisible opposer and Rei closes her eyes, muttering, reciting prayers. As she takes one stifle to the ground, the vines which cover the tree's root writhe away from her touch, as if reacting to her hide. It is then heard.
concealing amidst roots and bark, vines, leaves and other such gibbosity, the giggling echo all around them, the feminine laugh of enjoy incarnate. They were the Youma. Demons of delight, pleasure and choker of hope. All in them was beauty and Grace as they moved down, showing the tender oculus of a predator, revealing the smile of a reaper. Their skin is green, their hair is the colours of Passion and lust. And they move further down the Tree's branches, through somersaulting, drops and graceful gloam, stretching and exercising their voluptuous public figure as they drew near. Behind them, swarm of perfumed spores arose from the very tree to engulf soon the immensity of the air. And it descended.
But their spokesperson, the unsettling concord of the strain they sang to enthrall, and how they sang of pleasure and joy. How they spoke of excruciation and Adam. Above all, how they spoke of giving and choice. And above all else, this they promised.
"Draw closer…"They ushered.
"Come for us…"They dared.
And yet none of the Scouts moved. None of them flinched either… not any longer. The seraphic perfume in the air enthralled them to a haze as they watched the Youma grow closer. They smiled unwillingly to the sweet hint of their conciliate skin. Lita was the initiative to try and break-dance the spell. She took a stair, then another towards the beautifully mischievous animal but suddenly, her feet seemed sullen, as if bound to place. That's when she felt it caressing her ankle for the firstly time.
At low, it seemed only one of these vines wriggled slowly from the floor to wrap her right ankle. It bound her to the floor, then, there was the endorse one who rose up to meet her too and slowly wrapped her into situation. It was then that a third and fourth rose up, as if licking, caressing her thighs, binding her still. Behind her, the loving touch sensation of the fiend arose her breathing space and she sang in tune with the beating of her heart.
Amy fell to her stifle, as the Youma danced around them. She was fallible, shake up and yet absorbed by the melodies and perfumes which they weaved with their drift. She lost herself in their eyes and the flick of their hands. And she felt afraid, yet invited. And as she was bound to the very rootle with obtuse, humid vines wrapping her, tearing at her uniform, she felt a hand touch her chin.
She lifted her head, smiling, surrendered and the daimon smiled back the very like way, taking her closer to her white meat before meshing her sassing with her own. And she exhaled and said nothing.
minah had fallen into the graces and curved shape of the demons, she was lulled into their arms as a pup would to an owner. And she inhaled deeply their perfume and her breath grew heavier. She would snaffle at them, only to have them move further from her grasp. And she felt her oral sex grow heavier. She stretched out an arm and was thus caught in their weaves."Be mine…"They whispered to her, but never accepted her. And she tumbled as the vine pulled her down and slowly, others caressed her soma until she disappeared altogether.
Now only two of them remained and the figures which danced and touched, spoke and teased were around them. And the more Usagi fought to retain their consciousness, the grave the pink haze became, until she could attain out for rational thought process no longer. She lost herself not to the melody, not to the spores alone, but to their touch. Their hands took her from backside and rose her up above the earth, and their sassing touched and caressed her hide. And she felt it too, her breath, her impulse over hers. They embraced her and Usagi was seen no more.
To Rei no tender candy kiss, no discrete caresses were reserved. And through entreaty and meditation, she shut out the part of the Youma and did not waver underneath their spell. The spores however, the fog and perfume which made its way into her judgment was troubling her. She opened her eyes, seeing the mass of vines writhing, wriggling and squirming in her direction. And seeing she was alone, she shut them out again. Now, she would wait, she would recite orison and incantations to keep them away.
She mumbled, pleaded, usher for her appeal to be heard, she felt her legs be bound together, then her arms, and her chest tightened as it entangled her further. Her oral fissure was now covered and she opened her eyes only in time to see the last glimpse of the Tree before she was engulfed.
And everything went dark.
***
Usagi opened her middle, finding herself bare and defenseless before all her fellow worker. They bore no garments as well and hung from dangling vines in between the branches of the Doom tree diagram. She gasped and strained, struggling to get free but to no avail.
"Awaken, my dearest…"She heard the voice again around her. She looked and searched but found nothing."Awaken to me, my sweetest. Have you not felt my calling ?"She struggled again and excite her head."Where are you ? !"
"All around you."She shuddered."What do you desire ? !"
"You."
The quiver ran down her spine. It was hopeless ; she couldn't get innocent despite how much she tried. Time passed as she watched the others hang unconscious. She screamed out but it only echoed around them. She hung her head."Why are you doing this ?"
"I wish you no harm, human… I wish you only to see the mankind through my eyes. I wish you to learn and clear a choice simply. To remain and fight down, recede and be turned… or accept circumstances and suit costless. Free to choose your own course. spare to experience everything you've deemed forbidden before."
The vocalisation continued as she heard the diffuse giggling of the Youma who approached them once more. They split between all five of the lady friend who had begun to come alive once more. She shuddered and tried to make a motion away from the feeling but there was nowhere to move. She was restrained, bound in space and the demon's hands travelled up and down her body, caressing her skin. At first the touch was almost painful, and her raw pelt sent tingle all over her consistence. The Youma moved behind her and ran her finger down her sticker. Usagi bit her lip and she felt the Demon's breathing space over her neck."You are ours now… one of us."She hissed softly, as if inviting her to bet along.
"Please…"She whispered."Don't…"
A kiss over her shoulders, a script over her veer body as she lay exposed to the ogre's caprice and desires. She exhales softly and gasp a little bit as the monster takes a hired man over her nether regions and then retire her touch."Did you not enjoy it ?"She inhaled deeply the sweetness perfume which arose with the Youma's arrival. Their voice seemed sweeter, the air seemed flatboat, and her breath grew laboured. She never replied.
"All the pleasures which you feel are made prepare for you and with them, all the threshold would be undefendable for you… you need only to want."
Again, the same jot, the same intuitive feeling of need, lovingness and belonging. She closed her eyes and squirmed underneath the fingertips of the oblique looker. Throwing her head back, she took a deep intimation so as to jib and lost herself to the perfume further. She looked at the other scouts being caressed and loosing themselves to the Youma's chants and callings. Biting her lip she pressed her thigh against one another, feeling something make up from within her. All of her physical structure was sensitive now. Then, she met face to human face with the Youma once more and she approached her. She smirked a trivial before taking Usagi's face in her hand and, licking the turning point of her lips, she joined hers with Usagi's in a inscrutable kiss. She was flushed red and a small moan escaped her throat as she pressed her legs together. They parted. Again the question :"Did you not enjoy it ?"
"…Yes."
"Then you are make, my dearest Child."The vocalization spoke once more, but this clock time, she did not wince.
She watched as the Youma brought with them, the garments which they yearned for. Around her waist, a belt with a skirt just long enough to reveal the beginning of her thighs. Around her thorax, a single leather shoulder strap over her breasts kept them in station. She felt exposed but with no shame. Around her, her protagonist had too fallen to the daimon's wiles. Dressed all the Lapp, exposed, aroused by the Demon's touch, they too bore the uniforms which she sported. The last matter on her was a little leather strap, similar to that of a neckband, over her cervix bearing a slight genius. She exposed her neck as it was placed upon her to facilitate the preparation and to better savour the pinch of the Youma.
Finally she felt her dirty money. The vines began to loose their grip around her and slowly carried her to the branches were the others stood. She kneeled down as her sore and medium body threatened to lose its strength. A hand reached out for her and took her to her feet. Watching all early pathfinder follow the monster to different directions, she stood proud and she attempted a smile before letting herself in the daemon's arms.
"Welcome my shaver. You are free just as we are. ”