[BONUS] Reclamation Pt. 2 (Sekirei) (Patreon)

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Every step Minato took toward her made Matsu pant a bit harder. The brain-type Sekirei couldn’t help but blush profusely as he approaches, closing the small gap between them. He invades her personal space, just like that, and Matsu allows it, standing there with her legs weak and her knees wobbling. She didn’t truly understand what was happening. Her mind was practically tearing itself apart, stuck between the overwhelming desire to be with her one True Ashikabi, and the brainwashing employed by the device Hoshi had used on her.

Minato’s smile suddenly takes on a feral edge, and on his broad, powerful, imposing new form, it only made Matsu wetter to look up into his gaze. This was not the weak little boy who’d lost everything, who’d lost her because he wasn’t strong enough to hold on. No, this was someone far more confident in himself. Minato shows just how confident he is now with his next action, reaching up, hooking thick, masculine fingers into Matsu’s top, and just pulling.

Right there in broad daylight, Minato tears Matsu’s dress off of her, revealing her entire body in one fell swoop. She didn’t bother with underwear anymore. Not when her ‘Master’ would take his pleasure from her whenever he felt like it. Even now, Matsu didn’t regret that. Though, she did still squeal and cover herself as she looked around in fear, worried that someone besides Minato might see her. There was no one in line of sight though, as far as Matsu could tell, and she knew she was the only person surveilling the area to begin with.

Minato’s hands come up again and latch onto her wrists. She gasps as he pulls her arm away from her tits and her hand away from her pussy lips as they grow wetter still at just how… controlling Minato is. He drags her off of the sidewalk and down a small side-alley just across the way from Izumo Inn. They turn a corner and Matsu’s eyes go wide at the sight of a relatively clean futon just sitting on the dirty ground.

She knows what its for immediately, and Minato only confirms it when he releases her while pushing her towards it at the same time.

“You haven’t earned my real bed yet. You know what to do, Matsu.”

This was punishment. She deserved it. She’d abandoned her Ashikabi for her Master, she’d… she’d betrayed him. A-And all those times she’d teased him. Blushing profusely, Matsu does as she’s told. She does know what to do after all, it’s fairly obvious. Completely naked, the brain-type Sekirei stumbles forward and then falls onto her knees atop the futon.

She crawls all the way onto the small mattress, keeping herself on her hands and knees and swaying her hips back and forth enticingly. Only once she’s fully in position does she look back over her shoulder at him, staring up at him with delirious need as he stands there, arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest.

“P-Please Minato… please f-fuck me. Make me yours again!”

Those seemed to be the magic words. Matsu’s eyes go wide as Minato pulls out his cock with just a few movements of his fingers, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants in no time at all. The red head stares with mouth-watering delight at the sight of Minato’s member. Was he always this big? No, no he wasn’t. Matsu was one of the few Sekirei in a position to know. Not because she’d ever gotten anywhere with her Ashikabi when he’d been a weak, naïve little boy, but because she’d spied on him in the bath more than enough times to know every inch of the frail body he’d had before.

This was all new. All completely new. And Matsu… Matsu was in love with every bit of it. When Minato kneels behind her, one hand going to her ass and the other holding his cock, so he could guide it forward into her cunt, the red-haired Sekirei can’t help but moan all the louder as he begins to knead her behind, groping and mauling her butt cheek with increasing force.

His cockhead presses against her pussy lips, and then a moment later he’s inside of her, skewering her on his hot, thick rod. Matsu loses it. He’s so much bigger than Hoshi. Of course, he is. On top of that, he’s her Ashikabi, and the feeling of finally being fucked by her Ashikabi… it eclipses any sort of pleasure Matsu has experienced at her ‘Master’s’ hands by a thousand-fold.

It’s in that moment that the brainwashing fully breaks. Matsu chokes out a sob as she finally realizes how foolish she was.

“M-Minato! A-Ashikabi, I’m s-so sorry!!!”

Minato just grunts for a moment as he fucks her from behind with deep, powerful thrusts. Matsu’s tits bounce and jiggle beneath her, the massive mammaries almost smacking up into her face with every pistoning motion of his prick. After what feels like an eternity, Minato suddenly leans forward, molding his powerful body to her own, pressing his chest down on her back, and reaching under her to grab at her tits.

As he kneads her breasts in the same way he’d been kneading her ass, Minato’s breath hits Matsu’s neck, and he nibbles at her ear.

“You should be sorry. I was willing to forgive Musubi. She was always a ditz, so mind control tech? Yeah, she’d have no real defense against that. I can accept that. But you? Look how easily I broke his control over you. Look how weak you were, look how weak you ARE!”

Tears stream down Matsu’s face at Minato’s pissed off tone. He’s right, of course. And she knows it too. She was and is still weak. Her cunt walls tighten around Minato’s massive member as he plows her senseless, and Matsu can do nothing but take every last second of it. She wants it, she wants it so badly. Hoshi… Hoshi offered an escape from a weak, coward of an Ashikabi.

Now though, her Ashikabi is neither weak, nor cowardly. Fucking her in an alley right beside his enemy’s main base of operations? It’s clear that Minato has no fucks left to give, except for the physical one he’s giving her right then and there. His cock plunges into her depths and rams up against her cervix for the umpteenth time, and Matsu cries out, cumming right then and there around his dick.

Her pussy juices give his member the slickness it needs to finally break through her weakened cervix, and all of the sudden Minato can lay claim to having been the only man to ever fuck her womb directly. The pleasure is almost too much for her, but she knows she owes her Ashikabi more of an apology, so even through the mind-numbing sensations, Matsu collects her words.

“S-So sorry Minato! So sorry! Fuck me, fuck me, my Ashikabi! T-Teach me my place! Show me what I gave up, punish me!”

A derisive snort is what she gets in return, and for a moment everything continues as before as Matsu falls quiet, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the alley, right alongside her whimpers and her whines, and the powerful squelching noise as Minato’s cock slams into her sopping wet pussy and womb time and time again.

Then, he pulls back from her tits and his hands instead move to her long side plaits. Matsu grasps as her Ashikabi wraps her hair up in his fists like reins, before abruptly pulling back. The voluptuous brain-type Sekirei’s back arches and her tits jut out as he half-lifts her off of the futon. With his grip on her hair, Minato can fuck her all the harder, and it truly feels like he’s trying to break her, his cockhead using her womb like a condom as he fucks into her most sacred place again and again and again.

She cums around his cock almost nonstop, or so it feels like, until eventually her inner walls milk him of his release. His seed fills her womb, and in response Matsu experiences the most explosive orgasm yet, her eyes rolling up in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she shakes and spasms in his grasp. Her tits jiggle and bounce and her bodacious body undulates and writhes beneath him as Minato mercilessly pumps a full, thick load of his white, hot cum up into her womb.

When he’s done, he pulls out and let’s go of her hair, and Matsu reacts immediately, spinning around on the futon and kneeling there on her hands and knees as she practically inhales Minato’s cock into her mouth. He stays where he is, kneeling as well as he looks down at her in clear amusement. The red head just wants to make up for her betrayal. It has nothing to do with his cum being absolutely delicious.

One way or another, she slurps and licks and sucks at Minato’s massive cock for a good few minutes, cleaning her pussy juices and the remnants of his seed off every last inch of the giant schlong. Finally, he grabs her by the head and pulls her back, before forcing her to turn back around again. For a moment, Matsu wonders if he’s not done with her yet. But she never even comes close to suspecting what his actual intentions are.

Minato gives her no warning. He just shoves his cock right into her ass, and the brain-type Sekirei’s eyes go wide as her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth in a silent scream. Minato’s dick, slick with her saliva, buries itself in her bowels as her Ashikabi takes out all the pain and suffering she caused him, right then and there on her poor back door.

At first, its painful. But before long, Matsu is feeling strange, feeling… pleasure. As her body adjusts to Minato’s desires, as the Sekirei becomes everything her Ashikabi wants her to be, Matsu’s asshole changes, and the brain-type slowly becomes the perfect anal slut. The pleasure builds and builds until the red head experiences her first anal orgasm, her pussy juices and his cum squirting out of her now-empty cunt as Minato fucks her ass right atop the futon, in a dirty alley only a few hundred feet from the Inn.

Her butt muscles tighten around Minato’s dick as he gives her a railing that she’ll never forget. Matsu groans and moans and cries out, but all that seems to do is spurn Minato on, causing him to fuck her ass harder, faster, stronger. Minato buries his cock in her back door again and again. In the middle of that, he leans forward and brings his mouth to her ear once more.

“You’re going to help Musubi keep an eye on things in the Inn for me, Matsu. You’re going to be my eyes and ears on the inside. I’ll let you earn a place at my side when all this is over, but if you fail me, you’ll lose everything. Understood?”

Matsu shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of failing her Ashikabi.

“Y-Yes Minato! I won’t… I won’t fail you! Please, f-fuck my tight little asshole h-harder!”

He just chuckles darkly and does as she asks. Matsu cums thrice more before Minato finally unloads a gallon of his seed into her back door. The red head shudders and collapses face first onto the futon, her massive ass sticking straight up in the air as Minato pulls out of it and climbs off of her. The young man stands and tucks his softening prick back into his pants, even as he looks down at Matsu’s fucked silly form.

After a moment, he flicks out a folded-up piece of paper, and Matsu’s eyes catch sight of it, her hand sneaking out to grab it up.

“My contact details. I figure, a woman of your skills, you’ll have no trouble getting back to the Inn, even in your current state. I’ll be hearing from you soon Matsu.”

The unspoken ‘or else’ hangs in the air, but the threat truly isn’t necessary anyways. Matsu already knows where her loyalties lie. And though it’s a terrible thing to think, she can’t help but wish Minato had always been like this. He might not have lost them all in the first place if he’d been strong enough to hold onto them to begin with.

But no, no… it was her fault. It was all of their faults. And now she was going to earn her Ashikabi’s forgiveness, she was going to earn her place by his side, as he’d promised. She wouldn’t fuck up. Matsu slowly rises from her face, turning to tell Minato as much, only to find the muscular, well-built man is already gone. She’s all alone in the alley, her voluptuous body on full display as she kneels there on the messy futon, cum leaking from both her cunt and her asshole.

Blushing profusely, Matsu climbs to her feet and carefully makes her way back to Izumo Inn without being seen. She has a job to do, after all.

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Minato most definitely deemed it necessary for Musubi to be his first conquest after he’d come back from his exile. That was more a matter of emotion though, than strategic planning. When it came down to who needed to be his second conquest… there was only ever one choice. Musubi as his eyes and ears was… questionable to say the least. Matsu, though? The brain-type Sekirei was MADE for the task.

That much was proved a few days after he’d fucked her senseless in that alley and left her leaking atop the futon from both of her lower holes. Matsu had come through for him, sending him a message to let him know that Homura and Kusano were out and about, running errands for the rest of the Inn. From what else Matsu had told him of the two, this didn’t necessarily surprise Minato. In the end, they were considered the ‘ugly ducklings’ of Hoshi’s harem, both by the disgusting, vile reprobate himself and by the rest of the Sekirei he had under his control.

Homura had originally been male, but that had changed of course. She was now female… except Minato had it on good authority from Matsu that the female bit came with something ELSE attached. Homura still had a dick, hanging from between her legs, right above her cunt. The fire Sekirei had become quite big-breasted, but that didn’t change the fact that she was still packing.

According to Matsu, this was the reason that Hoshi had yet to fuck Homura, no matter how much the futanari wanted it. Homura was still a virgin. Minato would take care of that, after he took care of her halted transition. The reasons behind her being stuck with a cock were obvious to him, and he knew just how to take care of her.

Kusano on the other hand… Minato was a strange mixture of annoyed, amused, and intrigued by what Matsu had finally revealed to him. Sekirei #108 was never a child, as she’d appeared. No, instead it turned out that she was the exact same age as the rest of them, merely underdeveloped physically. Now, just two months later, she’d practically sprouted from what Matsu told him, becoming more of a teenager, albeit one with very little in the way of curves or anything else to identify her as a young woman beyond her long hair.

Hoshi didn’t have much interest in her either, as far as Minato knew. The plant-based Sekirei had been reduced to a literal foot-stool by the slime ball, forced onto her hands and knees for hours as Hoshi dug his heels into her back. Sometimes he even loaned her out to the other Sekirei, according to Matsu, and they were all too happy to abuse the young-looking woman, just to appease their Master.

It seemed that Hoshi sent those two out to get supplies more than anyone else. Musubi got the groceries, but it was Homura and Kusano who collected any other sort of thing the Inn might need from the marketplace. Minato could use that. He could most definitely make this work. With Matsu’s information in hand, he made his way to the market she said the pair frequented, catching sight of both the mostly-female Homura and the slightly grown-up Kusano in no time at all.

They looked happy. They looked like they were having fun. In truth, they looked like they’d completely forgotten him, and if Minato was being honest with himself, that sort of pissed him off. As he’d told Matsu, Musubi had been understandable. Maybe Kusano could be excused as well. But what excuse did Homura have for failing to resist the mind control tech that Hoshi had used on her and the others?

She was weak, and Minato was strong now. That left no uncertainty over who should serve who. He would free his Sekirei, and they would worship HIM for the rest of their days. That was the way it should be. That was the way it always should have been. Licking his lips, Minato takes a step forward, only to stiffen in surprise as Homura suddenly looks up, eyes going wide in shock.

He’s able to get out of her line of sight before she actually manages to catch him, but still, he’s a little surprised. Homura always was one of the more combative Sekirei. As a man, he’d been the Sekirei’s guardian angel, for a while there. Even now, it seemed that the woman she’d become was not completely inept. She’d sensed danger, and when Minato looked back around the corner to locate the pair once more, he sees Homura and Kusano both hurrying away in the opposite direction.

That just won’t do. He’s not about to let the two escape him… but he’s also not intending to chase them through a crowded market, not when that’s just as likely to draw unwanted attention. Turning instead to a nearby wall, the enhanced man grunts as he grips the brick… and then hauls himself up. A moment later, he’s atop the building with no one the wiser as he jumps from rooftop to rooftop, his eyes zeroing in on his prey.

Minato hunts Homura and Kusano. There’s no other word for it. He hunts them, and when Homura finally takes Kusano down an alleyway to escape out onto the main road, Minato makes his move. He lands behind them before either can react and knocks their heads together. The blow both take would be enough to potentially kill two normal humans. But Sekirei are made of tougher stuff than that, so Minato applies just enough force to send them both into oblivion, watching as they slump down onto their knees, leaned against each other and unconscious.

Smirking, the enhanced young man reaches down and hooks a thick, muscular arm around each of their waists. Time to go get things ready for when they wake up.

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Kusano, or Ku as she prefers to be called, is the first to slowly come around. Her head hurts and she groans as she rubs it with a small hand. The blonde, plant-based Sekirei whimpers at the lump she finds there, even as she slowly rises off of her ass and to her feet. It takes a moment for her vision to stop swimming, but when her eyesight finally does come into focus, the first thing she sees is Homura, being tied up by a muscular man with his back turned towards her.

For a moment, Ku hesitates as her lips part slightly and her tongue unconsciously slips out to lick at them. The man isn’t wearing a shirt, only a pair of tight-fitting sweat pants. It looks like they’re in his house, and as frightening as the whole situation is, Ku can’t help but stare at the way his muscles ripple across his back. He’s built like a tank, and for a young woman like Ku, it’s akin to a sight sent from the gods.

A young woman like her, never having felt the touch of a man, yet constantly surrounded by sex and orgies and the pleasure of women more developed than her at the man she considered her Master? Yeah, suffice to say, Ku was pretty pent up at this point. She’d been counting the days until her body was developed enough to catch her master’s eye. She was still skinny and petite and all those things that Hoshi didn’t care for. And there was nothing she could do about it.

But there was something she could do about this! Blinking out of her slight stupor, Ku tears her eyes off of the strange man’s massive muscles. Instead, she focuses on the problem at hand. Namely, the fact that she and Homura had apparently been kidnapped. Reaching out, Ku tries to find some plants nearby that she can use to come to their defense… but there’s nothing. Where ever she and Homura have been taken, there’s not much vegetation of any sort, let alone things she can use to fight back.

“So, you’re awake.”

The voice is both familiar and not as the man turns towards her finally. Ku lets out an ‘eep!’ as she turns and runs without so much as looking at his face. She doesn’t even get halfway to the door before a beefy, bear paw of a hand closes in her blonde locks and pulls her back. A moment later, she’s pinned against the closest wall and there’s a tongue down her throat as her reactionary scream is silenced by a kiss.

Just like that, Ku feels an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Her green eyes dilate as she stares into the piercing gaze of the musclebound stranger currently kissing her, only to realize he’s not a stranger at all. It’s… it’s Minato. It’s her Ashikabi. Ku’s heart begins to race rapidly as she realizes that Minato has kidnapped her and Homura. Not only that, he’s kissing her so… so deeply!

A moan leaves Ku’s mouth, stifled by Minato’s tongue and lips as he dominates her right then and there. His free hand comes up and he gropes her meager chest through her dress for a moment, causing her to moan all the louder, even as it just remains muffled in the end. He’s… he’s kissing her and touching her and Kusano knows she should be angry or upset because he’s not her Master, but in the end, she’s just overjoyed to be treated like a woman.

Minato’s full intentions are made all the more obvious when he stops groping her for a second in order to grab her dress and tear it off of her. A muffled squeal leaves Kusano’s throat and she squirms in her grasp, but in the end, she settles down in short order when he begins to touch her once more. Now he’s playing with her young, nubile body directly. Teasing her, molesting her, kneading her soft, pliant flesh to his heart’s content.

Ku moans and grows wetter and wetter under his ministrations. Having Minato touch her like this is far better than any of the touching she’s engaged in on her own. She’s masturbated herself to sleep more times than she can count since Hoshi became her Master, as she longed for his touch. Now, she has a man far greater than him using her as he pleases, and Ku can’t help but enjoy that. She enjoys it so much that she doesn’t actually realize Minato has his cock out until it presses up against her small, young cunt.

Her eyes snap open and the blonde Sekirei gazes down between them at the massive long protruding from Minato’s crotch. His cock is a behemoth, and she’s not sure how it’s ever going to fit inside of her body. A whimper leaves Ku’s throat as he finally pulls back from her mouth, staring at her with a sense of finality in his gaze. She’s afraid… but also eager. A perfect mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Panting, Ku does nothing, standing perfectly still… until finally, Minato hooks an arm under one of her skinny legs, lifting it up and slamming his cock into her cunt in one fell swoop as he quite literally pins her up against the wall this time. A loud mixed scream of pleasure and pain tears its way out of Ku’s throat and the blonde’s head lulls back as Minato’s shaft tears through her hymen and breaks through her cervix in just one go. His cockhead fills her womb to the brim and then some, and even still he can’t get his entire schlong inside of her cunt.

Ku’s body is just too small, but she does her best to take his dick all the same, even as the pleasure overwhelms the pain in short order, and an explosive orgasm wracks her slender frame. The plant-based Sekirei’s green eyes roll back in her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she goes just a tad limp. At this point, it’s only Minato and his cock holding her up against the wall. If he pulled out now, if he let her go, Ku would slide down to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut… and they both knew it.

But then, her strings HAD been cut. As Minato does his damnedest to fuck the entirety of his massive member into her tiny cunt, Ku realizes that the haze over her thoughts is gone. The brainwashing is broken. Hoshi isn’t her Master, he’s a fucking piece of trash that deserves to die in the most painful way imaginable. She begins to think of ways to sneak seeds into his food so she can sprout trees out of his stomach, but it’s hard to consider revenge when Minato is so thoroughly distracting her.

Setting aside the death of the man who’d taken her away from her Ashikabi, Ku focuses on said Ashikabi and does her best to reciprocate the pleasure he’s giving her. It’s not easy of course, and there’s not much Ku can do but take it, but she tries to hump her crotch back into Minato’s rapidly pounding cock nonetheless, moaning wantonly and climaxing again and again around his dick.

When he finally cums, it’s like a firework show going off in Ku’s mind. She reaches orgasm right alongside her Ashikabi, and her entire body stiffens before completely going limp as she half-passes out from the pleasure. Ah, but Minato isn’t done with her. The next thing Ku knows, she’s been spun around and pushed face first up against the wall. In the midst of her daze, there’s not a thing the underdeveloped Sekirei can do, but in the end, she wouldn’t have tried to stop him even if she’d been fully aware.

Minato is owed his due, and even Ku knows that. So, if he wants to fuck her ass, she’ll let him. That doesn’t stop his sudden intrusion into her back door from waking Ku up. The blonde comes out of her little impromptu nap with another throaty cry as Minato’s shaft buries itself in her bowels. Her small body felt like it was going to split in half, as Minato discovers that he can hilt himself in her asshole, filling her with every last inch of his massive cock.

His large hands grip her comparatively tiny behind, and he kneads and molests her butt cheeks as he fucks her right then and there. His powerful thrusts lift Ku fully off the ground in the end, sliding her up the wall. Minato is practically using her like an onahole… but Ku is far from offended, lost in the throes of ecstasy as she is. Her eyes are perpetually rolled up in her head and she’s practically licking the wall in front of her as Minato fucks and fucks and fucks her, until finally he begins to cum in her ass.

Her body, so tiny, isn’t prepared for the massive amount of seed that hoses out of Minato’s dick. With his gigantic schlong buried in her bowels, it’s not too much of a surprise when his white, hot cum actually spews out of her mouth a moment before Kusano passes out from the bliss and euphoria and overwhelming sensations. His cum coats the wall as it pours from the blonde’s lips, and Minato pulls out of her with a grunt, causing her to finally slide down to the floor after all that time.

Ku’s last thought before she fully loses consciousness is not one that could truly be verbalized. Instead, it’s a simple sense of complete and utter satisfaction.

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Homura’s already flushed face grows an even deeper shade of red when Minato finally turns to look at her. She’d woken up a while ago, in the midst of Kusano getting pinned against the wall by that truly massive dick between his legs. At first, the fire-based Sekirei had been horrified, believing Ku was getting raped right in front of her eyes.

She’d struggled against her bindings, but the complex rope bondage that Minato had her in had kept her from escaping. Then, she’d belatedly realized the obvious. Ku wasn’t being raped, especially since she was moaning and mewling for “More, More, MORE!” the entire time, and on top of that, the man that was fucking the young woman wasn’t a stranger at all. It was Minato.

Homura didn’t pretend to know how Minato had become what he’d become. The young man had gone from a weak, frail wimp that even she’d looked down upon back when she was a guy, to this new hunk of man meat that was walking her way even now. First, her mouth goes dry. Then, it salivates as she glances back down at his massive cock. Minato just smiles at her as he invades her personal space, reaching out and ripping her clothes off through the rope he had tied up in.

Some bits are left behind, but in short order the majority of her garments are in tatters, and Homura is left to blush profusely as her futa cock and her fat tits and her sopping wet cunt are laid bare before her Ashikabi.

“Lose it.”

Minato finally speaks, and Homura goes ramrod straight at the tone of authority in his voice. The silver-haired girl doesn’t even have to ask what he means, because her subconscious almost immediately responds. The dick that Hoshi could never make go away recedes back up into Homura’s body, causing her to gasp as she looks down at herself in amazement.

But then of course. In the end, she belongs to Minato above all else, doesn’t she? He is her one, true Ashikabi. Unlike the others, Homura doesn’t need a dick inside of her to know the truth. She still wants it of course, but she immediately recognizes that Hoshi was never really her Master. The bastard had brainwashed her, he’d brainwashed them all. Minato… Minato was the one true love for all of them, and they’d allowed Hoshi to ruin that.

“M-Minato… I’m so s-sorr-mmph!”

The well-built young man leans in and cuts her off with a kiss, even as he grabs a fistful of her long, silver locks. Homura practically melts into that kiss, moaning wantonly as he sticks his tongue right down her throat. His other hand reaches out and gropes at one of her bound tits for a moment, her sizable mammaries encircled with rope, the blood-flow cut off to her poor breasts.

Then, his fingers slip into the complex rope bondage and Minato lifts her right off of the couch he had her sat on. With her shins and her thighs bound together by more rope, and her legs spread wide, there’s not much Homura can do as Minato lifts her up to his chest, his hands eventually slipping down to grab her ass and hold her in midair. She’d love to wrap her arms around his neck or her legs around his waist, but her arms are just as restrained behind her back as her legs are.

In the end, there’s nothing Homura can do but kiss Minato back, trying to express all of her sorrow and regret in the passionate, tongue-filled makeout session, until finally Minato’s cockhead slips against her pussy lips, and his shaft slams up inside of her cunt. Homura’s eyes go wide and her tongue stiffens in her mouth as she cums on the spot. The bound, silver-haired woman shakes and spasms in Minato’s grasp as he holds her steady, impaled on his massive dick as she is.

Then, once she’s back with him and no longer off in la-la land, Minato begins to bounce her up and down on his cock, right there in the middle of the room. His thick, musclebound legs act like rooted tree trunks as he stays relatively still. Homura’s bouncing, bodacious body doesn’t so much as jostle him, even as his member slides up into her again and again with every thrust upward, and every drop downward.

Homura can’t quite get her bearings after that. With Minato controlling the pace of things as he drops her down on his cock over and over again, Homura is left trying to find his tempo so she can properly handle it. It doesn’t ever really work out for her. Orgasm after orgasm hits the fire-based Sekirei as she takes her Ashikabi’s dick deep inside of her cunt, all the way to her womb, time and time again.

In the end, Minato cums inside of her. There was never any doubt in Homura’s mind that he would do so, but it’s still a rapturous moment for the silver-haired Sekirei. Her answering cry of pleasure as he fills her with his white, hot seed is loud and explosive, and her eyes roll around in her head as she shakes and spasms in the rope bondage he’s put her in.

She’s nothing but a tool for him to use to pleasure himself right now. She’s his onahole, his toy. And she loves it. She loves every last moment of it. This was always where Homura belonged. She’d been a fool to ever think herself male. No, she wasn’t meant to be a man. She was meant to be a woman, meant to be Minato’s woman. The bound Sekirei is pulled off of her Ashikabi’s cock finally, and his seed almost immediately begins to pour out of her, even as Minato easily tears away the rope that she couldn’t even so much as strain with her body.

He unties her in moments, and then drags her by her hair over to the nearby bed. Homura gasps as she’s pushed face first onto it, and even though she goes to get up, Minato isn’t having it. He moves after her, placing a hand at the back of her neck and forcing her head down even as he uses his other hand to hook her hips and pull her ass up.

Realizing that he’s not done with her yet, Homura stops struggling. Instead, she blushes and shakes her ass a little bit in his direction, wanting more, NEEDING more of his cock. A dark chuckle is what she gets in response, followed by a succession of slaps across her butt cheeks, back and forth as Homura moans and whines and whimpers at the sudden abuse.

“You really are a hot little slut now, aren’t you Homura? I bet you’d like it if I fucked your asshole, right here and now. Wouldn’t you?”

Homura’s blush deepens immediately. How is she supposed to answer that? It’s just… it’s too embarrassing. Especially since it’s true. She’d long fantasized about taking it up the ass. Perhaps even longer than she’d been a woman. Had that been her latent desire to be Minato’s cocksleeve rearing its head? Had she perhaps always known she would come to this moment in time, even when she’d still been technically male.

She’s too late to protest his accusation, one way or the other. Minato’s cockhead is suddenly fitted against her sphincter, his massive, masculine hands holding her fat ass cheeks apart as he wedges his thick prick into her ass. And then, he’s pushing in, impaling her on his cock right then and there. Homura cries out into the bed. It feels just as good as she always fantasized about.

But then, of course it does. Minato is her Ashikabi. She was made to love him, to serve him, to be his in every possible way. Hoshi might have tried to usurp Minato’s place, but in the end, this was always where Homura belonged. Face down, ass up, taking Minato’s cock in her butt like his perfect little anal slut. As Minato starts to fuck her back door with all the force he can muster, Homura simply lets the pleasure wash over her until she’s once again cumming again and again, her pussy juices and his seed squirting out of her freshly fucked cunt all the while.

When Minato picks her up off the bed, Homura is quick to lay back across his chest as he bounces her up and down on his cock. Her head lulls back onto his shoulder, and Minato kisses her readily available mouth, even as he grips her thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, his massive schlong pounding away inside of her asshole like a freight train.

Homura continues to cum. How can she not? Orgasm after orgasm rocks the silver-haired Sekirei’s body, and she paints the floor with her sexual fluids as Minato uses her to his satisfaction. His pleasure is all that matters in the end. Homura knows that now, but then she feels like she’s always known that, deep down inside. She regrets trying to pretend it didn’t exist. She regrets failing to resist Hoshi’s brainwashing.

It’s all going to be okay now though, because in the end, all roads led back to Minato. All paths took her back to her Ashikabi so that she could take her rightful place as his official anal slut Sekirei. Homura loses count of her orgasms quite quickly, and by the time Minato is done with her, her eyes are rolled up in her skull and her tongue is hanging out of her mouth. He fills her ass, but Homura isn’t even in a state to properly feel it.

The fire-based Sekirei doesn’t even react when he lifts her off his cock and drops her onto the ground. She’s simply too broken from the mind-shattering orgasms, her sweat-covered body twitching and spasming on the floor right in front of him. Homura had no regrets now. She didn’t have much of any kind of thought, in truth. There was only one thing running through her head as she lay there, her cunt and ass gushing with Minato’s seed.

She was finally where she belonged.

-x-X-x-

Looking down at the fucked silly Sekirei before him, and then over at Ku slumped down against the wall, Minato makes an executive decision. He’d originally intended to send these two both back to the Inn, just as he’d done with Musubi and Matsu. But no… no, he had no intentions of doing that anymore. The fucker that’d ruined his life would probably eventually miss the pair of ‘ugly ducklings’ but it would take longer for him to notice they were missing than any of the others.

And considering how fast Minato intended to move, that wouldn’t be nearly long enough to matter. In the end, he’d get more satisfaction keeping Kusano and Homura with him. A pair of lovely bedwarmers to sink his cock into at night. Soon enough, he would add to their number. Four down… and many more to go.

Minato wouldn’t dally. No, he intended to be back in the Izumo Inn very, VERY soon.