Chapter 2 - Reckless

The witch doctor's door slowly creaked open. It felt somewhat heavier than last time. Kenji stepped through and shut it behind him tightly. He quietly walked into the main room and saw the witch doctor mixing two potions together over a small purple fire.

"Miss Wakeeda." Kenji announced his presence.

"Kenji, I told you before not to call me 'Miss'." Wakeeda gently chastised him, placing the potions down and snuffing the fire with a snap of her fingers. "I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Ah, yes. Sorry; I forgot that you do not like formality." Kenji apologized with a short bow. "I got the dagger. It's right here." He produced it from a small leather satchel.

"Brilliant." Wakeeda answered. "I assume nothing gave you much trouble?"

"Not really. There was only a shadow demon." he shrugged.

"A shadow demon? In Wedolina I's tomb? That's odd." Wakeeda frowned. "Well, you did the job quickly, so you earn the extra reward."

"Extra reward? You mean the 'company'?" Kenji asked, raising an eyebrow "I have to admit: I did not know what you meant by that."

Wakeeda paused a moment, thinking over her words. She sympathetically said "Kenji, don't take this the wrong way, but it looks from here that you're really very lonesome."

The swordsman's face hardened slightly as he answered. "I am used to it."

"Like hell you are. I can see how badly it tears you apart." Wakeeda told him.

"I said used to it. Not fine with it." Kenji replied, snappily. He sighed, realizing his outburst. "Look, I appreciate what you are trying to do. But I am not sure I can; I don't even know who is I."

"You put too much stock in finding yourself." Wakeeda stated simply. "We define who we are, Kenji. The spirits don't define me. Your swords don't define you. If you're set on finding out who you are, you're going to be searching for a damn long time. In any case, fighting has gotten your quest nowhere. Maybe doing the opposite will push it a bit forward."

Perhaps she had a point. 4 years of fighting, and he was no closer to discovering his true self than when he started. And it was not like Wakeeda was unsightly; quite the contrary. With her plump breasts and large hips fully on show for all to see, she looked quite luscious. Thinking over her offer, he found it very tempting.

Kenji gave a small nod and voiced his answer: "Okay." 

He was already slipping off his dark blue shoes. The equally coloured dress fell to the ground, his loincloth quickly followed. Wakeeda pressed a finger to his forehead with a reassuring smile, and Kenji saw fragments of his past life flash before his eyes. It was like he was watching it all again at an extremely high speed. He wished his life had passed by as quickly the first time.

Wakeeda drew her finger back, though her expression was unreadable. She turned away and began searching the many potion shelves. She picked out two potions, one violet, one a pale red. She handed the violet one to the swordsman, who guessed what to do. Kenji downed the potion with some difficulty. It tasted quite pleasing but was not wholly liquid: it felt like drinking slime.

A few seconds after drinking the last drop of potion, Kenji cried out as his penis suddenly felt like it was being stretched by a torture rack. He painfully felt it grow an inch or two longer, saw it turn a deep pink colour, then came a constant and sharp prickling as it grew outward facing barbs along every inch. It was over as quickly as it had begun: Kenji's cock now looked like an enlarged feline's shaft.

He looked over at the witch doctor. Wakeeda looked no different, other than her skin had turned slightly red. She stuck her tongue out and Kenji saw that it had become much longer and thinner. She directed him to sit down and he did so, the feline cock jutting outwards in front of him. She knelt before him and took his hardening cock in hand.

"Are real cat penises not contained in sheaths when not excited?" he asked, curiosity overriding him.

Wakeeda smiled as she gently stroked him. "Yes, but there's only so much potions can achieve. Why do you think you haven't grown fur too?"

Before he could respond, her tongue twined around his cat-like length as her breasts were placed either side of it. She pushed her breasts against one another in rhythm, massaging him. She pulled upwards with her tongue and breasts before relaxing, then repeating it. She was slow and measured with her movements, but Kenji found himself hoping she kept this pace.

Her tongue wound down the full length of his cock and her head engulfed his tip. He felt her sucking his head as her tongue continued it's vigorous movements. This felt beyond words-his only sounds were gentle moans of bliss as her head bobbed a little lower. He already felt himself approaching climax.

"Ah!" Kenji let out a small cry of bliss as he reached his peak and his cum shot into the witch doctor's mouth. She'd clearly been ready for it; maybe having felt his cock pulsing slightly as she jerked it. 4 spurts of cum fired into her mouth, and she didn't even break eye contact with him through it. She pulled back, prompting another sigh of pleasure from the swordsman.

"Y'know, not a single man has been able to withstand that. I guess I'm just that good at it." Wakeeda joked. Already having swallowed his seed, she got up and browsed her potions. "No matter. You're not the first I've done that to, and you won't be the last. This should help pick you back up." She picked out a lime green potion that sloshed in the glass like milk.

After popping the cork out, Kenji drank the potion in two gulps, ignoring the sour taste. A few seconds later, his shaft regained it's vigour and it stood like a rock again. Wakeeda lay on her back on a nearby bed that Kenji was sure hadn't been there a few seconds before. The witch doctor spread apart her pussy lips and smiled, awaiting him.

After getting atop her and lubing his shaft with spit, Kenji pushed into the witch doctor. She let out a long, soft sigh as his meat filled her up, inch by inch. Kenji felt each of the barbs pass her entrance, each one sending a shiver through his body. He felt his hips meet Wakeeda's plump backside and pulled back without hesitation.

He pushed back inside slowly, still getting used to his new shaft. Wakeeda clearly enjoyed his new meat-each ring of barbs that passed into her nethers drew a small squeal of pleasure from her. He kept up the slow pace even as he became less sensitive to her inner walls. Her tight wetness. 

Kenji felt beads of sweat beginning to run down his back. He had never before realized how similar sex was to fighting. It had him sweating and it felt amazing to be doing it. He could even feel the same rush of primal aggression charging through his veins. 

The swordsman began thrusting slightly faster, the pleasure beginning to overtake him. His change in pace came as a surprise to Wakeeda, who wrapped her legs around his waist. He noticed a few bead sof sweat forming on the witch doctor's skin too. The smell was intoxicating, as if it urged him to go faster still.

He obliged, thrusting into the sexy witch doctor with speed even he was surprised he had. Wakeeda's piercing cries of rapture sounded as beautiful as any sonnet in the realm. He began to feel the familiar sensation of building pressure; suddenly became aware of his heavier breathing and the many more sweat drops covering his body as he quickly built his way to orgasm.

He panted "Uh!-I'm goin-ah!-ing to-ah!"

"Yes,-ah!-inside me-oh!-please!" The witch doctor requested, through her bliss.

Kenji felt his second orgasm hit and pushed into the witch doctor fully. Two large shots of cum fired into Wakeeda, joining the cum she'd swallowed earlier. Still sensitive, the swordsman pulled back slowly and carefully until his deflating shaft was out of her. For a second they just remained there, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

Once his strength returned, the swordsman stood up out of the bed, but Wakeeda's hand grabbed his own before he could do any more. "Stay. You haven't got anywhere to be-you said yourself that my request was the only job you'd gotten today." Wakeeda reminded him.

Seeing no reason to argue, Kenji rejoined her in the bed. With a wave of her hands and a whisper, she teleported a cover on the other side of the room over the both of them. Kenji felt her arms curl around his lower torso and he wrapped his own around her shoulders. She let out a sigh of contentment as she allowed herself to fall asleep.

Kenji embraced her a little tighter. Wakeeda's relaxed hold, the smell of her damp skin and pussy juices... Kenji could get used to this. This was every bit as good as the post-victory calm after a difficult fight. Maybe even better. Kenji closed his eyes and rested all of his being except his hold on the beautiful woman in his arms. His last thought before he drifted into sleep was one of inner serenity.