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Teru was eight years old when his father sent him on a hunt by himself. The other exorcists, including Minamoto-san, would be leaving immediately to exterminate the evil Supernatural that was rampaging a few villages over—the journey would take them several hours at least and it was imperative that their hometown not be left unguarded. Minamoto-san was confident Teru could handle any monster that came his way. He'd proven himself many times before, years of harsh training come to fruition. Still, Minamoto-san thought it appropriate to issue one last warning before his departure.
"Don't let me down."
With his father's words echoing in his mind, Teru kept his eyes on the fading sunlight bleeding through the windows of his house. Patrol started at sundown, sooner if possible, but Teru's mother insisted he eat something so he had all his strength before he confronted the night.
As soon as the steaming bowl of golden herring roe was set before him, Teru scarfed it down, put his dish at the sink, and swung his sword over his back, rushing for the door when a small voice called to him.
"Nii-chaaan!"
Teru turned, nearly tackled by the force of little Kou's hug. Teru knelt to hug him back.
"I have to go," Teru told him. He would be lying if he said he wasn't grateful for the delay, a sense of unexplained anxiety brewing in his heart. He'd felled many demons, even by himself while the other exorcists stood back and watched in awe. But he was never truly alone until now.
Kou’s round fists squeezed the fabric of Teru’s fancy kimono. The padded shoulders made him seem broad and masculine, and the length hid most of his body from view. As a gift from Minamoto-san after his latest kill, it was particularly meaningful that his father had chosen something with his body type in mind.
"But Nii-chan! I wanted to watch a show with you!"
Teru smiled and pinched Kou's chubby cheek as they parted. "Tomorrow," he promised, though the routine was always the same. School, patrol, homework, sleep, repeat. On weekends training consumed all his waking hours, while Kou got to play with their mother to his heart's content. Kou always believed in Teru’s promises, no matter how many times he broke them.
"Tomorrow," Kou repeated, beaming at him with a missing tooth.
Teru ruffled his hair and stepped out of the safety of his home.
The streets were quiet, lifeless. Nightfall signaled a strict curfew—everyone was required to take shelter in their houses until sunrise. Supernatural activity was strong where they lived, a boundary with many cracks for the dead to fester and slither through. Teru treaded the line in the center of the road, letting his eyes adjust as the street lights flickered and dimmed.
Something skittered across Teru's feet. His hand flew to his katana, fingers gripping the ribbed handle. He brought it down in one smooth arc, the blade decapitating the creature as a crackle of electricity illuminated his victim.
It was just a measly rat. Teru chuckled to himself. That wasn't the kind of vermin he was supposed to dispose of. At least he knew his fear hadn't impeded his reaction time.
One full survey of the town yielded no signs of the otherworldly. Leaving no corner left unchecked meant the patrol spanned about an hour, and Teru took a moment to rest and rehydrate in the town square, where a bronze fountain shaped in the likeness of Minamoto no Yorimitsu bubbled with clear, fresh water.
Teru put his heavy sword on his back and stretched his shoulder muscles. He sat on the edge of the fountain as he kept his head on a swivel, searching for any sign of movement. After he determined his surroundings were clear, he twisted at the waist, cupping the fountain water in his hand to bring to his lips. It trickled down his throat, cooling his heated skin. Teru splashed his face and ran his hands through his hair, keeping his wet bangs from hanging in his eyes. He was about to drink once more when small bubbles broke the surface of the water just beneath his hand.
An explosion of bubbles was the only warning Teru got as a giant creature soared out of the fountain. Teru ripped his sword out of his sheath and stumbled away, not wanting to be crushed underneath its mass as it continued to rise out of the water. Tentacles spilled over the sides of the fountain, making thick wet sounds as they slapped the concrete. The entirety of the creature's head finally breached the surface, the top of its spadelike head standing three meters above the ground. In comparison to other foes Teru had defeated, this monster was relatively small. But it was fast.
Teru slashed left and right as its tentacles lifted off the ground and rushed at him with surprising speed, sending chunks of supernatural seafood flying. The slimy tendrils writhed beside him, shriveling and screaming before they died. But as Teru dodged and cut away at the continuous attack, he noticed the injured tentacles growing back at a rapid pace. He'd have to stab the heart quickly and send this beast to hell before he ran out of energy. There was no way he'd win a war of attrition with an immortal being.
Lightning lit his path as he dashed to the fountain, jumping onto the ledge before he hauled himself onto the shoulder of his ancestor, keeping the tentacles off him with a calculated throw of his spirit beads. With the beast restrained, he would use the fountain as a jumping off point to plunge his sword into its foul heart—
His feet had barely left the statue when a tentacle circled his chest three times, sinking its hooks deep into his flesh. Teru cried out and nearly lost his grip on his katana as he was hoisted into the air.
Quick as a flash, Teru started hacking at the thick flesh of the tentacle, surprised at its boneline inner structure. Before he could cut himself free, another tentacle snatched his wrist and squeezed. Teru shouted as his fingers were forced to release their grip on his sword, the blade clattering to the cobblestone pavement. Teru watched in horror as the creature wiggled out of his spirit beads, its slimy limbs wrapping around each of his ankles and wrists to hold him spread-eagle in the air. Teru held his breath, trying to plot an escape without any of his weapons. Slowly, the monster's head swiveled, locking one giant, slitted eye on its prey. Teru's blood ran cold.
The tentacle hooking into his chest unraveled, letting rivulets of blood seep out of the puncture wounds it made. Teru breathed through the pain—it wasn't wise to let physical sensations overwhelm him in a life or death situation. If he summoned enough electricity, he might shock the creature into dropping him, then he could retrieve his weapons and finish the job. Teru closed his eyes and remembered the steps his father taught him for this last-second self-defense, gasping as he felt a tentacle pull his kimono off his shoulder.
What the hell?
Before Teru could even contemplate the Supernatural's motivations, another tendril pulled the fabric off his other shoulder, a third looping around his obi and pulling it away from his hips.
Panic set Teru's heart ablaze. The lights were out in the village, but the citizens were absolutely awake and watching in rapt attention as the eldest Minamoto boy's secret was ripped from him.
Underneath Teru's kimono was the body of a girl, a body he didn't accept, a body his father didn't want. They'd worked together to keep it a secret, trained his body to be even stronger than his male peers, and forged it into a vessel for the Minamoto legacy. He’d rather be eaten by the monster’s huge drooling beak than be put on display for all to see.
Hardly a minute had passed before his worst fear came true. Even his boyshort underwear were stripped from him. Teru watched the beast’s beak click, its eye slowly sliding down from his face to his hairless pussy. Teru writhed in an attempt to get free, his hopes of garnering enough anti-spirit energy dashed while his mind was consumed with fear.
Breathe, dammit!
The beast’s eye was a weakness, something he could jab if he could get a limb free while also being close enough. The tentacles could feel pain, almost as if they were sentient by the way they chafed at being severed. The beak looked too strong to break with just his fists. Perhaps its long, mushy and pointed head hid a brain that could take damage from a beating.
But strategy was worthless if Teru couldn’t break free of his restraints. The tentacles moved continuously, making him bob in the air as two slithered across his chest. These two were longer than the rest and ended in a teardrop-shaped club, each of them latching onto Teru’s nipples and sucking with painful strength.
Teru kicked and fought fruitlessly, each attempt to rip the suckers off him ending the same way—Teru’s arms bound behind his back, his knees pushed up and spread apart as smaller tendrils snaked up his legs. Teru’s breathing picked up rapidly as the tiny tips of the tentacles pulled apart his lips, exposing his most private place to the monster’s eager eye.
Screw pride, Teru thought in a panic. This was a fate worse than death and he wouldn’t submit to it if he could help it.
“Help me!” Teru screamed. The villagers were watching, he knew it. They were weak and cowardly, but if someone could just toss him his sword, or shout and distract it long enough for him to break free, he’d be fine, and he would save them all. “Someone, help me!”
But no one came. Teru felt faint as the creature squeezed his chest methodically, almost as if it was trying to make his non-existent breasts swell up into something it could play with. A thick, red arm of the beast rose up, taunting him before it lowered itself to Teru’s entrance.
“No!” Teru shrieked. “Don’t!”
The bulbous tip of the arm flicked up and down Teru’s lips. Teru felt his whole body tense as it poked between his legs, as if he could keep the thing out of him. He shook his head, flinging tears left and right.
Suddenly the arm changed course and shoved straight forward, its huge wet suckers grinding against Teru’s lips. It moved back and paused, then thrusted forward again, closely observing Teru’s expression shift.
Tentacles pulled Teru’s legs down and apart so he had no way to lift off the appendage, forced to feel its slimy texture again and again and again. Warmth gathered in Teru’s stomach, a kind of pleasure he’d never felt before making him huff and pant. Each pass of the monster’s suckers pulled at Teru’s tiny clit, his lips red and sensitive from the stimulation. Teru moaned as the creature molded itself to his body, pressing hard against his pelvis as it slowed its movements. Teru jerked his hips back and forth, thinking he was going to die if he didn’t find an end to this deceitful, evil feeling.
“Ah, ah!”
Teru slumped against his bonds, the tentacle slowly retreating as it stroked the entire length of his torso. Each glide of its suckers felt like a sloppy kiss on his clit, forcing his orgasm to linger with painful aftershocks. Beneath the groping limbs on his chest, his nipples began to tingle, finally responding to the unwanted massage. Teru’s eyes beaded with tears. Why did being touched this way feel so good?
When the rounded arm lifted off him, the pointed tentacles keeping his lips spread began to move, winding their way around his uneven flesh and poking at his clit. Teru tried to close his legs, feeling like his nerves were on fire. The monster wasn’t merciful though. It shifted Teru so that his back was parallel to the pavement, his arms held above his head as his legs were pried apart and pushed up to his shoulders. Teru hissed at the burn in his muscles, temporarily thankful he was so flexible, or else something would have torn. One of the tentacles squirmed lower.
Maybe something was going to tear after all.
A sheet of sweat coated Teru’s body. Was calling for help more embarrassing at this point than useful? Still, he wanted to scream as the tip of the tentacle slid between his legs, stopping when it met a thin wall of tissue. Teru burst into sobs as it nudged him again and again, as if it was asking, as if he had the power to let it inside. The giant sea creature loomed over him, dripping slick onto Teru’s body. The tentacle withdrew, only to surge forth and rip a hole in Teru’s body.
“Ahhhhh!”
Teru’s chest heaved at the sharp pain, feeling warmth trickle down his ass. He could smell metal in the air. The Supernatural gave him no time to recover, its smooth, squishy appendage shoving into Teru and opening up his walls from the inside. Teru sobbed and screamed, never having felt so violated in his life.
The limb stuttered in its movements, staying still as it rippled, undulating in girth as it unloaded a hot white liquid inside Teru. It grew so wide Teru thought he was going to split in two before it ripped out with a gush of come. It splashed onto Teru’s stomach, the rest of it settling inside him or splatting against the cobblestone as Teru desperately tried to push the foreign substance out of him. It was over now, right?
Teru’s hopes were crushed as the tentacle returned alongside its twin. They entered him at the same time, his little hole stretching beyond capacity. Teru wheezed, the tentacles on his chest apparently growing bored. One wrapped around his neck. The other dove into his open mouth.
It felt like a tongue, salty and demanding as it plunged past the tight ring of muscle in his throat, making him gag and sputter while his lower body was subjected to much the same treatment. The tentacles stacked on top of each other, one rubbing a small, spongy area of his insides while the other thrusted away recklessly, slowly pushing him to a hellish euphoria. The ropelike tendril around his neck squeezed at the same time the tongue went down his throat, making his vision go white, unable to even choke on the intrusion. It released him and repeated the process, Teru sucking down putrid air at every opportunity he could to avoid being suffocated.
Inside his abused little cunt, the tentacles curled around each other, twisting at the same time they pounded into him. The noose squeezed, the tentacles pulsed, and Teru shuddered, his whole body alight with pleasure. A soft whine left his lips as all the tentacles pulled out, leaving his holes gaping and dripping with its own orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried. Would this nightmare ever end?
Something new graced his eyes—a ridged limb waving in front of his face while the tonguelike club licked between his cheeks. Teru jerked at the sensation, having no idea his rim could be so sensitive. An understanding washed over him and Teru’s eyes went dark. The creature was taunting him. Before he could blink, the leaking, hard limb penetrated his ass, yanking a scream from Teru’s lips.
Every centimeter deeper brought more pain, but still it persisted, Teru’s hole accepting each thick ridge without his permission.
“Please!” Teru shrieked. “Save me!”
Once it was fully inside, Teru nearly blacked out, tremors racking his body with how much pain he was being forced to endure. It didn’t matter that two tongues were now teasing his swollen clit, licking up, down, and in circles—it couldn’t compete with the torture of being fucked in the ass.
“Father! I need you!”
It was irrational, Teru knew, to pray his father could save him when he was hours away, but that didn't stop him from screaming his name.
"Father! Father! Fatherrr!"
Teru lurched as the tapered tongue rammed into his pussy. He could hear his body squelching as their fluids mixed together, his sloppy lips moving rhythmically with each jab of the tentacle. Teru’s back went ramrod straight as the one in his ass plunged twice as deep as before and stayed there, filling him up with its searing hot seed. As it tugged itself loose, Teru’s hole squeezing around each ridge, Teru could feel the substance sloshing around inside him. His body sagged. He was so exhausted. Vaguely, he could feel a piece of the monster still inside him, still fucking him, still making his body twitch with barbaric pleasure.
Suddenly, Teru was facing the ground, his toes lifted higher than his head. Fear filled Teru anew. He couldn’t see the predator. He couldn’t predict its next move. The huge red arm returned, caressing Teru’s mouth before it shoved inside. Less than a finger’s length fit—Teru couldn’t open his jaw wide enough to accommodate it—at its thickest, it was about the size of his father’s thigh.
The tentacle slithered away from Teru’s mouth, its suckers pulling and suctioning against his skin as it flicked left and right across his torso, leaving blisters and hickies in its wake. Traveling between his legs once more, Teru whined at the perfect slimy sensation. If that was all it wanted, Teru could have rocked against the beast for hours.
But it had different plans.
Teru’s eyes shot open as he felt the fat head of the tentacle split the ragged flesh of his entrance. Its thrusts were calculated, lazy, punching deep inside him and sliding out with a heavy pause before the next onslaught. Teru moaned each time, intense pain and pleasure overwhelming him into a drooling mess as the suckers rubbed his G-spot, the head stabbed his cervix, and the muscular tentacle stretched him out. He let his body relax and just take it, surprised by the stars bursting in front of his eyes. Teru’s bangs swayed with each punishing thrust, the tentacles around his limbs making sure he took every ripple and bumpy ridge it could cram into him.
Teru screamed as the tentacle slammed into him and kept going, the length already inside him bulging as it was condensed by more and more writhing muscle. Ecstasy overtook his little body, shaking with the force of it. The tentacles holding Teru yanked him back and up as come exploded from the monster, making Teru cry louder, howling with sick delight. He didn’t want it to stop!
Finally, the creature withdrew, buckets worth of fluid splattering onto their surroundings and covering Teru’s ancestor in a fresh coat of paint. Teru laughed slightly, relaxing as he was slowly lowered to the sticky pavement. If Minamoto-sama was watching from the heavens above, he was probably laughing, too.
Teru caught his breath, expecting the Supernatural to release him and return to the hole from whence it came at any moment. His eyelashes fluttered, struggling to stay awake. He slowly turned his head to face the monster.
It had reoriented itself so its giant, spadelike head was no longer pointing skyward, but directly between Teru’s legs. Teru wailed.
Squirming away was no use—the tentacles gripping his limbs had wound themselves all the way up his inner thighs and upper arms, deploying their hooks to ensure Teru stayed captive. Teru cried at the sudden attack, an arm shoving down his throat while another wriggled inside his ass, neither hesitating to fuck him roughly. Teru twisted wildly, trying to dislodge them before that thing could come any closer.
The big red tentacle curled around his chest, making his nipples puff and pucker with their relentless suckers. Tears sprung from Teru’s eyes.
Cold was what he felt first. The creature’s thin, fleshy cap folded in on itself, molding itself to the size of Teru’s spasming cunt. Then came the heat.
The head of the monster flared out once more, but this time without the mercy of making itself smaller. Teru’s pussy burned with the stretch, wheezing around the thickness in his mouth as the girth between his legs became too much to bear. Teru bit the tentacle clean off, gasping and choking at the fishy taste spilling into his mouth. The monster paused all movement for a moment, its huge eye glaring at him. Then it shoved the severed limb further down Teru’s esophagus, resuming its brutal thrusts with an even thicker chunk of tentacle. The suckers popped once more with a slick sound as they continuously circled Teru’s body. His nipples were past chafed—in fact, he was sure they were bleeding beneath the monster’s grip.
The pain that had halted the Supernatural’s attack had faded into nothingness, allowing it to continue forcing its head inside Teru. The young exorcist watched in horror as his body bulged, first behind his pelvic bone, then below his belly button. The beast eased back and forth for a moment, a sharp, needlelike ridge poking at his cervix.
Teru’s scream echoed around the empty streets, bouncing off ungrateful walls for all to hear.
Satisfied, the monster set a steady pace, making Teru’s stomach swell with each rape of his womb. Teru sobbed weakly. There was no escape. There was no savior. He was going to die like this, a pathetic human, all secrets bared and no pride left to pass on to the next generation of fools.
Every thrust crushed Teru’s other organs, making it hard enough to breathe, let alone control his bladder. He peed on the creature, his own filth splashing back on him as its fin folded back, allowing the head to bruise the top of Teru’s womb over and over. Teru bit down again, unable to release the pain any other way. Slime scraped across his teeth, the tentacle still gliding past like it didn’t care if pieces of it were tearing off.
Three particularly deep and agonizing thrusts signaled the end of it, and Teru braced himself for what would come next. He could feel every drop spill inside him, stretching his womb, filling his guts, rising out of his stomach with such force the dead chunk of tentacle was expelled from his mouth. He should’ve been worried about choking to death as he continued to vomit, but the only sensation that mattered was the slow rocking of the heavy head inside him, warm, sticky fluid spurting out around it. Teru’s eyes rolled back into his head. The other tentacles retreated, leaving just the massive head inside him. He felt unbelievably full, liquid, his body useless as waves of pleasure claimed him.
In its engorged state, the head was once again wider than Teru’s entrance, and it took a mighty effort to yank free. Teru cried out, not sure if it was in relief or grief. His hands went to his pussy in a feeble effort to protect himself, feeling come ooze past his fingers.
Before his eyes, the Supernatural rose above him, exposing its snapping beak. This was it. Teru’s tombstone would only say one thing:
Fish food.
He shielded his face and curled into a loose ball, his muscles too weak for anything more. The beak brushed his arms out of the way easily. Then it nipped a tiny piece of flesh from Teru’s cheek, and the entirety of the hulking beast crawled away and disappeared into the water of the fountain. Teru cupped a hand to his cheek and struggled to push himself up on one arm, eyes staring in disbelief. He’d survived!
The sorry state of his body was another matter. With what little adrenaline he had left, he slipped into his kimono, picked up his sword and spirit beads, and limped home.
There was something to be said about feeling safe, because as soon as Teru crossed the threshold of his home, he collapsed. He was barely conscious as his mother screamed and carried him to the bath, scrubbing the blood and other bodily fluids off him as gently as she could.
“My baby,” she cried, “My poor baby…”
Teru’s head lolled to the side as she massaged soap into the wound on his face.
“Who did this to you?” she whispered. “You can tell me.”
“M-monster…”
Teru’s mother hugged him. “I’m so sorry. Your father and I never should have let you train. Your place is here with me, where it’s safe…”
Teru was too groggy to resist her way of thinking, happy to be in the arms of someone who cared for him.
He didn’t remember being tucked into bed, but it was still dark out when his father woke him. Teru shimmied up the bed, not realizing this moment would come so soon.
“Come here,” Minamoto-san demanded, grabbing Teru’s wrist where it was rubbed raw. He dragged him out of bed and into his office, where bright lights shined down on a skinny, white table. “Up,” he directed, throwing Teru at it.
Teru’s shoulders crunched. “F-Father,” he sputtered, “This isn’t necessary. I—I’m going to fail. I’ll tell you everything that happened, I swear! Just don’t make me—”
Minamoto-san wanted no part in Teru’s excuses, picking him up and slamming him down on the table. He tore open Teru’s long nightshirt, revealing the violet and scarlet marks covering his body from head to toe.
“Feet apart,” Minamoto-san ordered. Teru cried quietly and obeyed, putting his feet on the edge of the table. Any exorcist worth his salt knew his way around the human body—it was important for healing injuries, as well as ensuring the continuation of the family name. Minamoto-san pried apart Teru’s lips, gritting his teeth as he voiced his observations aloud.
“Your hymen is broken,” he declared, shoving his finger inside. Teru’s shoulders bobbed, sobbing silently. Minamoto-san crooked his finger and moved it back and forth, growling, “You’re so wet, it’s disgusting.”
Teru turned his head to the side and wound his hands in the tattered remains of his nightshirt. A second finger joined the first, then a third.
“My god, you’re loose. I can fit my entire fist in here.”
Blood gushed in Teru’s mouth as he bit his cheek, desperately trying to redirect his pain. Minamoto-san abused his sloppy guts a moment longer before pulling out and using a rag to clean his arm.
“You’ve destroyed our family name, Teru. Not only were you so weak you allowed one of those devils to violate you, you’re also no longer of use as a daughter of mine. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Realizing the exam was over, Teru curled up on his side, holding his knees to his chest, his feet pointed downwards. “I’m not… I’m not…”
Minamoto-san set about cleaning the supernatural blood off his katana. “It’s not your fault. Your sex is fair and weak by nature. I blame myself for allowing this silly fantasy of yours to continue.”
Teru couldn’t help himself, his cries suddenly growing hysterical in pitch. Minamoto-san glanced over his shoulder and set down his sword, slowly standing in front of Teru. Gently, he lifted Teru into his arms, holding his thin body close against his broad, muscled chest.
“I thought—” Teru hiccuped, “you believed me. I thought—you believed in me!”
“Shhh,” Minamoto-san soothed, stroking his hair, “You will always be my eldest son. But it’s time to face reality. You aren’t suited for this life. You can admit that, can’t you?”
Teru could feel his father’s love slipping away little by little. He raised his head and glared at him with tear-stricken eyes.
“I’m going to become the world’s greatest exorcist, no matter what you or anyone else says! I’m going to slaughter every last one of those vile creatures if I have to track them to the ends of the earth!”
Minamoto-san blinked at him, a smile slowly stretching across his face. “Let’s get you tucked in.”
Teru accepted the pills his father offered, noticing they looked different than the painkillers his mother provided. He was left alone with the lights off, struggling to fall asleep when a small hand gripped the edge of the bed.
Teru jumped, relaxing when he realized it was his little brother. He helped Kou up and lifted the blankets for him to crawl under.
“Hi, Nii-chan,” Kou whispered.
“Hi, Kou,” Teru whispered back. “Nightmare?”
“I… heard what dad said.”
“Heard what?” Teru asked.
“In the office,” Kou mumbled.
Teru’s stomach flipped. He rubbed it slowly, his ripped nightshirt exposing his body.
“He said… something about you being a girl?”
“I’m not a girl,” Teru snapped.
Kou flinched. “He put his hand in you…”
Teru burst into uncontrollable sobs and clutched Kou’s tiny body to his chest. “Please, Kou, I’m begging you!” he cried, “Don’t ever outshine me! Don’t become an exorcist!”
Kou furrowed his brows, not understanding why his brother who was normally so strong was jolting against him with the force of his cries.
“Promise me!” Teru snarled, shaking him. “Promise you will never pick up Father’s sword!”
Kou put his arms around Teru and kissed the bandage on his cheek, his knee unknowingly pressing against Teru’s tender, beaten cunt. A moan escaped Teru’s lips.
“I promise.”
Unlike Teru, Kou kept his word.