Hello, friends ov Nifty!
Long time no write! I know it's been several months since last I posted a chapter ov Fallen Angel, and I apologize for keeping everyone in suspence. Alas, I moved from my original house and am in a new apartment, one that unfortunately does not have a phone line. Anyway, over the next couple days, I shall try to finish posting my novel before I leave here again. This chapter sees Miranda in a new light, one that starts to unravel the mystery she has in the story. Tell me what you think! Comments are always appreciated!
Darc
Chapter 9: Miranda's Past
Cal shrugged. "Why do you want to see if I can use a sword?" he asked.
A thunderous laughter erupted from Fen. "You idiot! Don't you realize anything?"
"I realize that I shouldn't have to draw my sword unless I use it to either kill or defend. You should learn this too. . . ." Cal said scathingly.
"Very well, then. Unsheathe your sword because you'll have to defend yourself!" With that said, Fen lunged at him, his sabre drawn and ready. Cal sidestepped a thrust from Fen and with the back of his hand, he cracked him upside the back of his head mockingly. Most enraged by this, Fen turned around and, his sword arm over his head, he came down in a gliding slash that nearly decapitated Cal, had Cal not drawn his sword for defense at the last moment. "Ah, so you decided to draw your sword after all, eh ninja boy?" he asked insultingly.
With a flick of his wrist, Cal threw the scimitar's blade off of his, the blunt edge of the sword coming up and smacking Fen in the face. Fen shook his head and blinked as he shook off the dizziness that soon followed. "YAII!!!" Cal shouted as he lunged at Fen, his bloodlust gaining hold of his sword arm. With lightning speed, Cal slashed down at Fen, who hastily blocked with his sabre. Sparks jumped from their swords as they clashed.
"Ah, so you still have some fight left in you after that demon nearly killed you, eh?" Fen asked as he backpedaled away from a move Cal was using called a triple blade tornado. This move consisted of Cal taking his sword and, like a raging tornado, twirled around with the razor edge outward three times moving towards the opponent. "Come on! Quit toying with me, Cal!"
Cal looked down at Fen as he bounded upward, his blade held high above his head. "THIS ENDS NOW, DEMON SLAYER!!!" Cal roared as he came down. Fen used the blunt edge of the sabre and rolled out of the way of Cal's strike, hitting him along his ankles as he landed. Cal toppled over and rolled out of the way of a downward chop from Fen that would have left him without a right arm. Cal flipped up and charged at Fen again, their swords connecting with a tremendous, earth-shattering CLANGGG!!!! They pushed against one another and, finding his weak point, Cal maneuvered his sword so it cut into Fen's arm. Fen growled against the wound and channeled his energy into the tip of the sabre, repelling Cal and his katana away for about ten feet.
Skidding against the rocky ground, Cal rolled back and into a standing position and came at Fen one more time. "This ends with this last charge, FEN!!" Cal shouted as the two lunged towards each other at an unfathomable speed. In a flash of light and a shower of sparks, they were on opposite sides of each other, Cal's back towards Fen's. Both then collapsed onto one knee. Gasping, Cal felt his side. A large purple bruise was blossoming where the blunt edge of Fen's sabre had impacted into him. He felt as though one of his ribs were broken. Shakily looking back, Fen seemed to have similar trouble. Althea ran to Cal to see if he was all right. He looked up at her and grinned. "Heh, heh, heh. . . . No problem, my love. . . . Fen and I used the blunt edges of our swords to do the suicide strike. Otherwise one of us would be dead and the other would be severely injured." Althea helped him up. "Thanks. . . ." He kissed her on the cheek as he walked over to Fen, who was grinning. A small trickle of blood flowed down the right corner of his mouth. Cal offered him a hand up. "Heh, you're not to shabby for a roughneck, Fen. . . ." he said as he helped Fen to his feet.
Fen grinned. "Hah, you're one to talk, ninja boy!" He clapped Cal on the back. "I can work with you now that I've gauged your skill level. You're the first opponent ever to bring me down in a move like that. I also bit my lip when I flinched. . . ."
Aria and Miranda watched from the background, a stunned sort of haze about the two of them. Aria snapped to sooner than Miranda, though. "My, Cal, you've grown stronger down here than I have realized!" she said happily, walking up to the three of them. Miranda stood motionless, her mouth hanging open. Aria looked back at her and smirked. "Hey, Miranda, you're being missed over here!"
Miranda snapped to and walked over to the four of them. "That was amazing!" she exclaimed. "Wow! Cal, I didn't know you were such a deadly swordfighter!"
"You best recognize, luv!" he said mockingly, standing proud and stylishly sheathing his katana. Fen scoffed and sheathed his sabre.
Sensing something was wrong, Miranda looked at Fen encouragingly. "You were amazing too, Fen," she said happily, patting him on his shoulder.
Fen nodded and walked away. "Anyway, now that I've gauged your skills," Fen began, "let's see if we can devise some strategies for taking this demon of yours down. . . ." Fen began pacing back and forth in front of them like he was a military colonel about to give an inspiring speech to his troops. Cal, Althea, Aria, and Miranda sat down and waited. "First off, describe the demon. I need to know how to deal with it. . . ."
Cal shrugged. "Alright. . . . Evan used to be human until last night, when he transformed. He is relatively strong and kinda spindly, and he has a superiority complex like none I've ever seen before. He's about six feet two inches tall, and is an egotistical piece of shit that thinks he's God," Cal said realistically. Aria silently nodded, realizing that Evan was indeed all the things that Cal used to describe him.
Fen nodded, thinking it over. He then looked at Althea. "Come over here, will you please?" Althea stood up and walked over to Fen uncertainly. "Ah, thank you. Now then, what types of special abilities do you possess?" he asked, his hands folded behind his back. His Persian sabre hung at his left side, looking deadly, as he paced around her, looking her up and down.
"Well, I can sort of use magic. . . . I can fly, and I can feel emotions better than most people," she said, looking at Cal for help. Cal shrugged and looked at her encouragingly.
Fen nodded. "What d'you mean, sort of use magic?"
"I can't really use it. It's only a reflex right now. . . ."
Fen smiled and chuckled silently. "Well, that's something we'll have to remedy, now isn't it?" His attention then snapped to Miranda. "Yoko-Moriyokani, get up here. . . ." he said, his eyes deadly narrow. Miranda's skin went ghostly pale as she shakily stood up. Cal looked up at her in alarm. She looked back down at him helplessly.
"Y, yes?" she stuttered, trembling with fear.
Fen cracked a devilish grin and put his hand to his scimitar's handle. "You've been a bad girl, Yoko. . . . Running all this way from me. . . ."
Cal got up. "Leave her alone. What did she do to you?" he asked, putting himself between Fen and Miranda. "Be a man for a change and fight someone like me, not her!" he growled, drawing his katana and pointing it at him.
Fen laughed. "Fool, I don't intend to kill her until after your demon is slain! Put your sword away!" he said viciously.
Cal resheathed his katana and glared back at him angrily. "Don't you dare, demon slayer. I'm a Divine Soldier. It is my job to protect the innocent from scum like you!"
"Innocent?! Are you even aware that she too is a demon?!"
Cal looked back at Miranda, his eyebrows raised. "You're a demon?" he asked, thoroughly shocked. "Miranda?"
She nodded. Closing her eyes and bowing her head, a flash of light erupted from the bottom of her feet. The light was so intense that Cal had to shield his eyes from its power and radiance. When the light faded, what stood there was not the slight fourteen-year-old girl, but a winged demon. "My true name is Yoko-Moriyokani Isutakude Kiriyasha. . . . I, I took the name Miranda because it seemed to be adequate for me. . . ." Her eyes were snake-like slits and her body was still just as slender, but it was a shade of pale gray, not pale tan. She had vampire fangs where her canines were supposed to be, and her ears were slightly pointed, like those of an elf's. Furthermore, she had a small pair of horns protruding from just behind her jet-black hairline.
Her t-shirt was ripped off of her body from her wings, showing her nicely forming breasts. The nipples were hard from fear and from the chill wind. Her pants remained the same, for when she transformed, she retained the same, or almost the same proportions as when she was a human girl. Bowing down to Cal, she looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I, I'm a demon, Cal. I'm sorry I lied to you last night. . . ."
Cal smiled warmly, walking up to her and hugging her. "It's okay. I'm used to ordinary people sprouting into demons before my very eyes. . . ." he patted her mane of sable hair gently. Whispering in her ear, he said gently, "What's it matter, neh? You're still my friend even though you lied. People lie for the silliest reasons, but you had a good one, neh? I understand." Feeling her shiver against his arms, he looked down at her and smiled. "You cold, kid?"
Miranda nodded shakily. "Yeah. . . ." Looking back and seeing the mild look of disgust on Aria's face and the somewhat aroused gaze of desire on Althea's face, Cal shrugged and took off his the robe to his ninja uniform and set it on the ground. He then took off the undershirt and cut two holes in it, then let her wear it. "Ooh, that still looks evil, bud," she said, gently rubbing her fingers along the slash wound on his side that he had acquired last night. Cal shrugged as he put his gi back on, tying the black belt around his waist tightly. She slipped into his sleeveless undershirt, her wings sliding through the holes in the back of the shirt nicely. "Thanks, Cal!" she said, smiling.
"Don't worry about it. . . . Say, d'you want me to call you Miranda' still, or should I call you Yoko'?" Cal asked curiously.
"Call me what you wish, I don't mind either." She walked up to Fen, grinning. "So, Fen, what did you want to see me for?"
"You're in touch with your magical powers, aren't you, Yoko?" he asked.
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have been able to change into the human girl, now would I?" Miranda asked.
"No, I guess you wouldn't have been able to. . . ." Fen said, catching on to her sarcasm. "Well, I want you to pair up with Althea and teach her how to use her magical powers for whatever purposes she wants. Whether it be to help Cal out with his predicament or to take over the world, teach her how to use her powers." Fen looked over at Cal and Aria. "Go to a separate area well away from us. I know there will be accidents from her infancy in her abilities with magic, and personally I'd rather not get set on fire or transformed into a slug or struck by lightning, or whatever. You know where we'll be. We'll be training right around here. Understand?"
Miranda nodded. "Okay. . . ." She then looked lustily to Althea. "Come on, Althea. I'll teach you a lot of new things!" Althea nodded and the two took off, flying south until neither was able to be seen by the naked eye.
Fen turned back to Cal, his eyebrows raised. A slightly reddish hue was upon his cheeks. "Now then. . . . Since you're a D.S., I suppose you need no knowledge on how to kill a demon. After all, you've probably slain more than I have. . . ." he looked to Aria and added, "And you're no pushover either. . . . So, therefore, I'll cut right to the chase: My true objective is synchronal with yours." He folded his hands behind his back again and paced back and forth. "The demon that nearly killed Cal last night is but one of many. The Gathering will take place in this region." Seeing their blank looks, he elaborated. "The Gathering is a gathering of all the demons that wander this Earth. No good will come of this, because all the demons will give their life force to resurrect the Unknown Assailant, a supposedly invincible warrior of power. . . . The demon that infests your friend Evan goes by the name Janus Fakto Shureiya Kaieyakllein, and supposedly, provided by the information I was given before I came here, he's supposed to be the ring leader of this ceremony, to which the Unknown Assailant will inhabit after the resurrection is complete."
Cal looked to Aria uncertainly. She returned his gaze, slightly more alarmed than before. "What will happen once the Unknown Assailant is reborn?" Aria asked nervously.
Fen looked up at the cerulean sky and sighed. "Well, let's just say that things will never be the same again. The Unknown Assailant will first probably gather a bunch of mindless drones to his aid, and then he'll plot out his stronghold, which ten to one says it'll be your sweet, quaint, little town of Andale. . . ." he said, laughing evilly to add effect. Coughing, he then said, "After he has his stronghold, he'll then begin to bring the lowest people in your society over. By lowest, I don't mean the poorest. I mean the ones wanting the most. The corporate fat cats who desire power and riches and fast cars and fast women and powerful weaponry, those will be the first to join him outside of the community. Then eventually, he'll take over the social hierarchy and this country will be doomed. Ultimately, the Unknown Assailant desires nothing less than the absolute domination of everyone on Earth, and after he is done here, he'll destroy Earth and move on to the next promising planet, enslave them and take their resources, and then destroy that until nothing remains!"
A very intense, uncomfortable and absolute silence ensued after Fen stopped speaking. Aria swallowed very tensely, a loud ulp coming from her direction. Cal just sat there, contemplating what had just been said. "So, basically, if we screw up and the Unknown Assailant is reborn, then it's curtains for us, neh?" he asked after about five minutes of silence. Fen nodded slowly. Shrugging, Cal smirked insanely to Fen, then looked at Aria with the same expression on his face. "Just like old times, right, Aria?"
"Get that look off your face, Cal!" Aria said irritably. "You know damn well that you're just as afraid of the uncertain future as I am, so quit hiding it!" Sighing, she looked down at the ground. "Well, what do we do? I too am a Divine Soldier. I can't ignore this!"
Cal got up and looked off over the cliff. "We've all had a long journey that brought us here. You, Fen, you ventured all around the world, hunting demons. Aria, you and I shared the Battle of Aukos together up on the Astral Plane. And all of these events must have been set into place by fate to bring us here for one last battle for Earth before we graduate high school and go on to college and forget about one another." He looked back at the two sitting on the ground. "Well, I for one will not let this happen. Sure, it's my friend who's becoming a danger to the entire universe, but right now, he's just another demon standing in my way. Another abomination that compromises the safety of the people I love most! It's my destiny to face Evan in combat. I intend to do so and I will be victorious!"
Aria stood up. "I'm not letting you fight Evan alone! That's just plain out stupid! You're taking me along for the ride, Calvin Lillehammer, whether you like it or not! Alone, we can never defeat the force of the Unknown Assailant, but together, we're a force to be reckoned with. And, I know what you're thinking, Cal!" She looked him directly in the eyes. "You plan to leave me and Althea out of this, don't you?" Cal nodded slowly. Aria laughed harshly. "Do you know what she's doing right now?" Cal shook his head. "She's training with Miranda to fight alongside you and me and Fen. She's training so she can protect you like you train to protect her. We're all fighting for something, you know. . . ." Aria grasped his hand and squeezed hard on it. "I'm fighting for the ones I care about, as are you. We have to succeed or it won't be a fairy-tale ending. No one will live happily ever after. There will be only torture and enslavement. I'm not gonna let that happen to us, you hear me?!"
Fen smirked. "Calm down, Aria! You might rip the ninja's hand off if you ain't careful."
Aria's eyes flickered back to him. "And what are you fighting for?" she asked, still clutching Cal's gloved hand tightly in her own dainty hands.
Fen looked at the ground. "I'm fighting to redeem a mistake I made once long, long ago. . . ."
Cal smirked. "Well, then, let's get training!"
Meanwhile, at the other side of the Devil's Backbone, Miranda and Althea sat facing each other, their legs crossed and their eyes closed. Miranda was the first to open her eyes. She looked at Althea longingly. "First off, I want you to feel the energy around you. Feel the pulse of nature course through you and then try to grab at its unending energy."
Althea felt the electricity of the atmosphere around her and she tried to channel that energy, her eyes still shut tightly. Gasping with the exertion of her concentration and energy, she opened her eyes and lay back on the soft, springy grass, totally exhausted. "Whew! This is tougher than it looks!" she panted, her chest heaving up and down.
Miranda crawled to her side and lay down beside her, snuggling up to her. Her hand migrated to Althea's left breast and started massaging. "Can we continue what we started yesterday?" she whispered libidinously, licking the side of Althea's ear.
Althea moaned in passion. "Yes! I want to fuck your brains out, you sexy little demon girl!" she whispered sensually, her hand creeping down her taut stomach to massage her pubic mound through her blue jeans.
With that said, the clothes went flying. Miranda ripped Althea's golden sash and black toga off with lustful fervor and then sensually rubbed her hands all over Althea, going to where her pussy should have been. Needless to say, she was quite shocked to see the hot, hard penis standing in all its glory. "You have a cock!" she whispered in shock and curiosity. She gripped the massive, ten-inch love muscle about its base and lightly massaged it, eliciting a moan from Althea. She then looked into her eyes with a mischievous sort of passion and licked her lips. "So do I!" Tearing off her pants, a very fat nine-inch cock sprung out of her lacy panties.
Althea moaned in ecstasy. She gripped her penis about its base and lightly massaged it, just like Miranda was doing with hers. "But, yesterday, you had female parts!"
Miranda laughed. "Oh, sweet lover, Miranda is my human form. When I'm in her form, I'm one hundred percent girl. When I'm a demon, I'm half-and-half! I have the appearance of a girl and the sexual equipment of a guy when I'm in my demon form. All demons are like this, unless they're of the warrior and overlord castes. Then they're male and have no sexual equipment at all. Angels are this way too. No angel has any sexual equipment, because they are created to serve only God. You were that way until you turned into a demon, weren't you?"
Straining her mind, Althea remembered that she was different from the other angels. She had sexual equipment. Perhaps that is why I was thrown out? she thought to herself as she looked up at Miranda. "No. I was different from the other angels. . . . I was thrown out because of something I did and I can't understand why. . . ." she said sadly. Miranda sensed her pain and knelt down, taking off Cal's undershirt and setting it down next to her jeans, and hugged Althea tenderly. Feeling safe in Miranda's arms, Althea kissed her tenderly, Miranda's lips as soft as a feather against her own lips. She let her tongue snake its way into Miranda's mouth to dance with her own tongue.
Miranda moaned from the sensuousness of Althea's kiss and she gently pulled back, sitting down next to her. "I wanna fuck you," she whispered, her right hand massaging Althea's cock and her left massaging her breasts. Althea moaned in pleasure. "Can I fuck you?"
"Yes! I need your hot, fat cock up my tight ass now!" Althea moaned, getting on her knees and arching her back so her anal opening was well in range. "Please, make me your sex slave! I need it now!"
Miranda needed no coaching to fuck her, so she knelt down and placed her hands on each tear-shaped cheek of Althea's very sexy bubble-butt. Feeling her hot breath on her back door, Althea moaned and clawed the grass as she felt Miranda's tongue lick the puckered opening. Miranda loved the tangy taste of Althea's anal flesh and she began eating her out, one hand massaging Althea's breasts and the other one holding her open to her hungry tongue.
"Uhhhhnnnn!!!" Althea gasped as she felt Miranda's tongue enter her and swirl around inside her. "Keep it up, love! Oh god!"
Miranda ate her out for another five minutes, then began sucking on her cock, wanting Althea to cum in her hot mouth. Soon, she had Althea screaming for release and she felt her penis expand and explode all over her face and mouth. Althea gasped as she felt the hot, white, sticky love fluid touch her anus and then realized that Miranda was going to use her cum as a lubricant, getting her hard already with the mere thought of it. "You're so good, Althea!" Miranda moaned as she smeared her cum all over her anus and butt crack in general. She then smeared the remaining ounces that were still in her mouth and on her face over her cock, loving the sultry feel to it. After this, she positioned her cock's head at the entrance of Althea's butt. She moaned as she felt the large, bulbous penis push against her puckered rosebud. Massaging her back and breasts, Miranda bent down and kissed the back of Althea's neck, sending shivers all over her and making her wings expand. "Are you ready?" she asked gutturally as she massaged the outside of her anus.
Althea looked back and kissed Miranda on the lips. "Fuck me until we pass out, lover-girl!" she moaned, pushing up against Miranda's penis. Always wanting to please her, Miranda needed no further pleas for sex, and thus she thrust her hips as hard as she could against Althea's back door, shoving all nine inches of her cock in at once. Althea screamed long and loud at the unexpected and very, very rough entry. Tears streamed down her face, almost beside herself with the pain of it. "Uhhhhhnnnn. . . . Oh God!" she moaned in agony as beads of sweat trickled down her naked, undulating flesh. Miranda had planned this and held Althea tightly, not moving in and out and letting her stretched anus get used to the feeling of her cock buried to the hilt inside her hungry and sore butt.
Kissing the back of her neck, Miranda realized that she had really hurt Althea. "Are you alright, lover? Did I push too hard too fast?"
Althea moaned in agony and stood still, tears still cascading down her face. She looked behind her to see the innocent slightly oval girlish face of her lover, looking at her worriedly. She nodded weakly. "I, I'm all right now, l, lover!" she said, lying through her teeth. Her butt felt like a grenade had been shoved up there and exploded before it was fully inside her rectum. But, she was beginning to get used to it.
Ten minutes passed and finally, with much coaxing and kissing and fondling of the breasts, Althea was used to it. "Go slow!" she moaned as she felt Miranda begin to thrust in and out repeatedly, as slowly as she could. She flicked her hair back over her shoulder and massaged the small of Althea's back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Soon Althea was moaning, not in agony, but in ecstasy for Miranda's fat tool was buried in her sizzling butt, thrusting in and out, in and out with lustful abandon. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass you hot little lezzie demoness!!" she moaned as she felt Miranda's cock saw in and out of her violated opening.
Soon, Miranda too was moaning, feeling the sensuously hot flesh of Althea's butt contract about her penis like hot silk. Together the two demonesses made love like there was no tomorrow and, all of a sudden, Althea arched her back, screaming in ecstasy. "OOHHH FUCK ME!!!!!! FUCK-ME-YOU-SEXY-LITTLE-GIRL-DEMON!!!!!!!!!" she cried in demon language as the throes of an anal orgasm took hold of her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. And the skies opened up, a tremendous bolt of lightning struck them, heightening the experience of their sexual intercourse. Feeling the electricity course through her, Miranda could no longer hold out, and she arched her back, spread her wings as far apart as they could go, and came like a fire hose in Althea's butt. She quickly pulled out and shot the remainder of her semen onto her back. With their screaming, the ground around them opened up in a pyre capable of melting lead. And once again, the skies opened up and another tremendous bolt of lightning blasted the two in sexual release.
Slowly coming back from the nirvana of such a climax, Althea collapsed onto the ground, her arms no longer being able to support her weight. Miranda collapsed on top of her, sweating profusely and slightly glowing in the aftermath of the earth-shattering, nature-overwhelming, mind-blowing orgasm the two demonesses shared. Slowly, the two regained their senses of reality and Miranda chuckled quietly as she snuggled with Althea. "Cal sure is a lucky guy, isn't he?" she said, giggling and playfully nipping at Althea's neck.
"Yes he is. . . . You can make me cum almost as violently as he can, lover. . . . You have to come over sometime so the three of us can have a bit of fun like what we just had. . . ." she said tenderly, loving the feel of Miranda's naked skin against hers as she entwined her legs with Miranda, both feeling their penises rubbing against one another. Miranda giggled with the erotic sensation, wrapping her legs around Althea's waist and her arms around Althea's torso, giving her a full-bodied hug and nuzzling her neck all at the same time. "I'm such a lucky girl to have friends like you and Cal by my side. . . ." she said lovingly.
"I'm glad you're my friend too. . . ." Miranda said. Giggling quietly, she then said, "Nice bit of magic during our orgasm, though. I especially loved the lightning. It made it so sensual!" Sighing, she French kissed Althea gently, a tendril of saliva on each other's lips after she pulled away. "You've certainly got potential, Althea. That blast of lightning would have liquefied any warrior demon. . . ."
"Why didn't it liquefy us, then?" she asked as she kissed her on the cheek.
"Because we're different. We're not on the side of Satan anymore. We're going to take down one of Satan's minions, that Evan bastard that almost killed Cal yesterday. That's a good cause, isn't it?" she asked as she rested her beautiful head on Althea's shoulder, still keeping her arms and legs wrapped around her.
Althea sighed. "I always thought that God abhorred such sexual practices as these. . . . What's this mean?"
"Perhaps . . . he doesn't like them, but maybe, just maybe he doesn't hate them?" Miranda shrugged. "I don't know, Althea. . . . Maybe it doesn't matter what we do when it comes to sex. After all, it's the most natural thing in nature, isn't it? All this tripe about how some sexual preferences aren't natural, it makes me sick. Only the brainless layman who has never died by burning at the stake for what they love or believe in could make such a statement, right?"
"You were burnt at the stake?!" Althea asked, horrified.
"Yes. In 1558, I was accused of witchcraft and was fricasseed along with a number of other people accused of being witches. In reality, I was sent to Hell for committing a murder to defend my lover, a Shinto priestess by the name of Ayame Akiyama. She and I spent many nights together in our own little world a billion miles away from the torment of a different society," she said almost wistfully. "However, when a bandit swathed in black broke in and tried to steal certain items that are too important for us to let him have, I came down and ambushed him with the Murasama blade that Ayamé's father gave her to protect the shrine. Well, the bandit draws his own ninjato and fights back, cutting me along the arm. But that was his fatal mistake, for I use his concentration against him and, cutting off his sword-hand, I then make a triple strike to his neck, his stomach, and his ankles.
"Back then, I was so fast that when I attacked, all three places where I sliced him stay connected just long enough for me to resheathe the Murasama blade and then he collapses, his head falls off and rolls towards the door, and his torso and feet fall apart. Ayamé and I made violent, passionate love afterwards, so worried about losing each other because of that bandit. . . ." Smiling, she added, "In all seriousness, that's why I approached you and Cal at the Halloween Dance last night. . . . He reminded me of that fateful night when I sinned against God and didn't bother to redeem my mistake. He was at first what appeared to be nothing more than a petty bandit, not unlike the one I killed, but when I approached him, I sensed something far more intriguing and enticing about him than his Ninjutsu tactics and form. . . . And there you stood, dancing up in the air with him as he drew his ninjato, I fell in love with both of you almost instantly. And, since Cal was what appeared to be at wits end for his friends, I was equally surprised that he opened his arms to me so freely and showed me around the main social groups of the high school. . . .
"I still remember the feather touch of her sensuous full lips on my naked skin and her body undulating in sync with mine as she fucked my brains out with what could probably be considered one of the world's first double-headed dildoes. . . . You see, if the Japanese are good at one thing, it's the way of making love over there. . . . They call it the `willow world', and I suppose that's why I decided to come to Japan in the first place. See, I was the daughter of a famous Scottish explorer, and I stowed away on his ship to see the world with him. He found me and laughed at my overdeveloped sense of mischief, and made me his first mate. My father had a great sense of humor. . . . And, alas, he too knew all too well about my lesbianism, even walking in on me and a partner when I was tied to the bed and my partner had one hand buried up my pussy and the other deep inside my ass, making me scream in ecstasy."
Althea cringed. "Oooh. I'd hate it if my parents saw me in such a state. What did your father do to you?" She thought back to yesterday, when she was fisting Cal up the ass, who was bent over the bed and moaning in ecstasy. A grin flitted across her face. She imagined Cal's mother walking in on the two when they were fucking each other so lustfully.
"He laughed and told us to have at it, then closed the door and didn't bother us again. But, when my lover's mother and father found out, they went ballistic and banished her from their family forever. And that's when we stopped seeing each other. . . . So, with my partner gone, I sneaked aboard my father's ship and hid in the hold, where he usually kept prisoners and shipmates who get mutinous after a few too many tankards of grog. Well, he threw the original first mate in and that's how they found out I stowed away. He gave me the position of first mate and let the original first mate be the custodian, cleaning up and swabbing the decks." Miranda arched her back as she stretched out some kinks in her spine. Moaning, she said, "Ah, I still remember the sultry feel of the air on my skin as the wind rushed through the sails of the HMS Intrepid." Seeing Althea's look of confusion, she added, "That was her name, love. The Intrepid. . . .
"Anyway, after a severe storm that washed several of the shipmates away, we crashed into an island off the coast of Japan, Okinawa, I think it was. . . . And, we were assimilated into their very peculiar culture right away. Father, who was so brave, told me to mingle and above all else, to watch out. We didn't know what these people were like, so we thought it best if we just treated them with tremendous respect. And it kept us out of trouble there, too. See, they have this bad habit there of slicing down anyone, and indeed, everyone who insults them or is rude to them. I saw a few of these street executions myself, and that is when I met Ayamé. I had been there with Father and Zeke, the cabin boy for about six months, and Ayamé knew some English. Not much, granted that she had only learned it recently from the missionaries, but she taught me Japanese, and that's how we became friends.
"She and I grew closer as Father was sent to the mainland to Kumamoto on Kyushu to answer to the Shôgun for his being there. When I told her I wanted to make love to her, she nodded and together, we explored each other's bodies to the fullest, when she breaks me in to the utter art form that is lovemaking." Miranda sighed and licked the cleft between Althea's breasts lustfully, snuggling up to her and letting her arms wrap around her lovingly. "It was probably the best night of my life. We started out by making out in the bathhouse, where we let the almost-scalding water heat us up and clean us, and then after that, she told me to lie down on my stomach. She sat on my butt and began to massage me luxuriously, kneading in the sensuous oils into my very pale skin. I was fourteen then, and Ayamé was sixteen. What a perfect match, right?"
"You must have been one happy girl," Althea said gently, feeling her cock get hard with hearing this story.
"Oh, I was. That's when she showed me what to make girl-love is all about, because she was no virgin in that area. She ate my pussy out until I came four or five times on her tongue and face, and then began to finger me while she licked my arse with such fervor that I came again, just from the feel of her soft tongue swirling around on my rosebud. . . ." She felt Althea's hard cock against her stomach and grinned, moving her hand down her taut stomach to lightly masturbate her while she continued. "After having a couple of more climaxes with her just from her fingering me and eating out my ass, she shows me what a dildo is. She straps it to her sensuously slender hips and tells me to suck on it as though it were a guy's penis. I greedily devour it and that's when she tells me how it works. The other half is buried deep in me, while you suck on the outer half, lover!' she moans in Japanese as I give her a blowjob, intentionally pushing in and pulling out the dildo in the harness and making her cum. She moans and arches her back, and then looks down at me after shooting her pussy fluids out through the gaps in the harness and onto the matted floor. That's when she kisses me passionately and says in a guttural voice, I'm going to fuck you, now," and I pleadingly beg for her to do it as rough and masochistic as she can, to which she readily agrees."
Althea was amazed. This girl, such an innocent-looking one at that, couldn't possibly have led this kind of life when she was simply human, could she? "Wow. . . ." she said, mesmerized by Miranda's ability to tell stories.
"Well, we have quite a few more nights like that one, when I ask her if she could teach me how to use a sword. She nods and teaches me how to use her father's Murasama katana. And, about five weeks into my training, the bandit shows up, and you know the rest. . . ." she said as she sighed in comfort as Althea held her. She looks up at her lover. "You know, perhaps we should get back to training. . . ."
Althea nodded. "Yes. Cal and Aria are counting on us to be there to back them up. . . . I for one want to take that challenge head on!" And so, the two began training once more, preparing themselves and teaching each other how to defend against the upcoming conflict with Evan, the demon who threatens them all.