Sachihiro

I moan as she takes me back into her mouth. Sucking enthusiastically on the head before engulfing the entire thing in her mouth and throat.

[Grhhhh].

[Ghh, ghh].

I groan and moan and do my best to resist humping my hips forward. I know she doesn't enjoy that when I'm this deep in her throat.

Mira pulls back slowly while slurping.

[Tyaa-hlleeep].

The wet sounds making my cock twitch inside her mouth. Once she has me fully out of her throat and in her mouth I hump like a man possessed as she holds her lips tight and somehow keeps sucking. I grunt with each thrust as I watch the puddle forming between her knees on the wooden floor, juices flowing down her thighs soaking into the pillow she's kneeling on.

I don't know why she enjoys it so much but she loves sucking cock, it makes her extremely wet which in turn drives me crazy with lust. A shiver goes up my spine as a wet finger suddenly invades onto my anus. Something that Freydìs used to do to me. I nearly spill here and noe but she feels it coming and stills. Holding my hips still.

I have a mini orgasm that relieves some of the pressure and gives her something to enjoy in her mouth. She groans and she slurps it up some more. Looking up at me from her knees with eyes high on power yet soft with surrender.

Fuck!

I don't know how she does it but Mira can be on her knees with a cock in her mouth, yet I will feel like her prey. I start humping again as she gives me the signal, enjoying the bliss. Sweating and enthusiastic while holding her head. My butt cheeks clenching with each thrust.

After a minute she holds me still and engulfs me all the way down her throat again. I groan, closing my eyes and bringing my head to the ceiling. Utter bliss.

Her throat milks me, bringing me to the edge. She pulls her head off and turns around. I know what this means and I immediately get on my knees and lick. Starting from her wet sticky thighs going up to her gushing warm slit. I wantonly lose myself in her, eating her sugar box with a long questing tongue that digs out her box of nectar. It's not enough, with her hips in hand I shove my face as far as it will go into her. I want to somehow put more of her in my mouth.

My cock twitches as she moans and pushes her behind deep into my face.

"I'm ready," she pleads desperately and I quickly bring my cock to her entrance and push in slowly.

[Hhhhhhh...].

Her insides start quivering with me halfway inside her and I lose my mind and push in with everything I have. Twitching all over and ejaculating deep inside her stream after stream after stream of semen.

[Ghh. Ghgg], [Hhhg].

I lose my energy and pull out oh so slowly, then slump on the floor besides her. She takes the seat pillow below her knees and tosses it to the wall. It leaves a wet stain as it settles on the floor, completely soaked.

We stay quiet for a while, panting even with our fitness. Training fitness and sex fitness are not the same. It translates and helps with sex, but sex still takes a different kind of energy.

"Are you ok?" I ask. I was a little rough without warning at the end there.

"That was great Sachi. Thank you," she says sleepily. "Oh and I didn't bring any of that tea to prevent pregnancy, so I might be soon expecting again." She says as an afterthought.

I'm not sure how to feel or say to that. I'm a young man, I didn't expect to have a family at 22 or is it 23 now? I'm not sure. But my first child Saya is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Raising her is great as well because I have so much help. Hito children are practically raised by the community after infancy.

Mira isn't a bad mother either, attentive, loving and she makes really beautiful children. Plus there is no way I'm giving up sex with her. Not unless she becomes a crazy homicidal bitch or something so maybe another child with her wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Should we get mated?" I ask to her snorts and giggling.

"Don't be silly. You are good in bed, well endowed and I like you. I care for you a lot even but not to that extent. That is not something I think I will ever do. Besides, I can't be a kept woman."

I snort to her statement. "If you think tribeswomen are 'kept' women you are sorely mistaken."

We stay like that, silently enjoying the high that good sex leaves. I'm gonna need to build a house when I get home. A big one that can accommodate a big family. Mira is a sex maniac that likes it often. I'm ashamed to say I sometimes almost can't keep up, almost.

But her appetite for sex isn't normal, and that's according to Asriel, an experienced and well travelled man. But now my appetites are also up to par with her, and no single human woman would keep up with me. Not unless they are Awakened, unnaturally skilled or like Mira, trained.

Her origins as a slave are a sore subject, but one she had to talk about to fully open her heart and throat chakra. She probably kept somethings back but I know how she got this good at sucking cock, I know where she gets her temper. I know why she doesn't trust easily. I know why she needs sex so often, though I can't say I understand it. I know.

"I'm gonna fuck one of the vampires when you’re gone," she says suddenly.

I nod, not entirely surprised and somehow not jealous. Or not as jealous as I would have expected. Is it strange that I don't take it personally?

"Which one?" I ask.

"Kei, he's nice. And the other women in the village say the half daemon vampires are the best sex they have ever had."

I nod, being descendants of vampires and sex daemons. That's what you'd expect.

"I like Kei, and he's a good warrior. I haven't seen any of them spare but I've seen him practising his stances. They are all flawless."

"Yea well he is older than he looks. Older than Asriel even, you will eventually reach his calibre don't worry," she says with a grin.

"You aren't worried he will try getting into your head?"

"The other women all say Khan's guests never do that. Just sex and blood and its-"

"Blood?" I ask quickly before she glosses over it.

"He's a vampire. They like biting during sex, or so I'm told."

I grunt and think about that for a while.

"What about the babies?" I ask.

"I will wait until I'm sure I'm either pregnant again or not. I won't put my babies at risk. Come on let's bath. We start training with the Brave today." She says getting up and walking those long beautiful legs and the rounded heart shaped behind away from me.

What a sight. How could any red blooded man not follow her?

Sparing with the Brave Blossom vampires is a wake-up call of sorts. I use my new beautifully made o-katana to the fullest extent. There are no practice swords here, it is blood and limbs lost if you are careless. Minor injuries for the vampires that eventually regenerate with time and the consumption of blood.

Mira, Asriel and I have to rely on the Watanabe's for healing. I lose a hand during my first spar with a vampire named Keiji Hirose. After two exchanges it just goes flying away. When I keep fighting single handedly I see a few nods of acknowledgement. But it does nothing but get me impales to the wall on the wrong end of his nodachi.

The thing that surprises me the most is that I don't go berserk. I don't feel the Rage at all in fact, it’s completely gone. That's my last though as I pass out.

From then onwards sparing is more about learning than testing ourselves. I perfect my stances through pain and blood, being silently punished by an impalement every time I make a glaring error or I repeat a mistake I was previously warned about.

Vampires are fast. Much faster than they should be when they go all out, but that speed doesn't last very long. They have to stop every few seconds when they go ultra fast. Their movements are erratic as well, as though they don't have a fixed centre of gravity. It's uncanny and looks very weird when they move to evade in ways they shouldn't be able to.

But I learn quickly how to fight them, Mira learns quickly, Asriel learns, Saya has fun. It turns out Mira is with child again. Something that makes me happy and filled me with dread at the same time. Apparently the blood suckers can smell suck things.

We learn from Asriel about people that have merged their souls with spirits for the mutual benefit of both human and spirit. Of how a spirit can give pieces of itself to the offspring of its host. Resulting it getting a stronger bond to the physical world and manifesting a body at an even faster rate.

Eventually manifesting itself into an almost true form of itself. Or at least a satisfactory one. The most famous being a royal line of a place called Persia.

It is said the Princesses of Persia are born with a strong fire affinity that eventually manifests in the male line. Allowing them to manifest their aura as an actual physical fire. He had only heard rumours about it.

Persia is one of the oldest empires in Pangaea, it has never been conquered because it is protected by a powerful djinn, using it as its base. Not that the Persian warriors aren't discouragement enough. It gives Mira and I a lot to think about considering she has a djinn inside her.

But Mira is adamant to never trust spirits, especially with our child. I believed her. Who knows what price the Persian royalty pays to use otherworldly powers of Spirits.

*

I'm using my sheathed zanpakutō to spar today. The balance is perfect, the weight sublime. My speed uninhibited as I barrel Toru Kurihara's katana away with the extra weight added by the iron sheath. I bring a powerful overhead strike down on his head while simultaneously jumping straight up.

Bringing all my power and weight on a precision strike aimed at his head. He blocks with his unnatural vampiric strength assisted by a hand at the back of his blade on the unedged side.

I grin despite the clean block.

Making him use an assisting hand while blocking is an accomplishment in and of itself. These lean, pale creatures are supernaturally string and fast. Even managing to block nodachi's with a katana single handedly. But this isn't any ordinary nodachi.

I land smoothly and silently, already moving my entire body left and sweeping right with the blade. I connect with his blade again as he immediately twists and lands besides me on my unprotected side. Cheating with ultra-speed. I grin wider for forcing a cheat.

Bringing my hands onto my sheath pulling back with all my strength and feeling the butt of my zanpakutō connect with the edge of his blade. Twisting and jumping into a spin mid air bringing my sword to bare but feeling a boot pushing all the air from my lungs instead.

I land in a roll and am immediately back on my feet jumping and sweeping aside the edge of his blade in a shower of sparks. Twisting with the moment and bringing the butt of my sword again as I move in too close for him to swing.

He cheats again, using his ultra-speed to get out of the attack. I feel an anger bubbling to the surface as his katana shaves the hair off my face and leaves a blessing scratch on my forehead. I push off my calves with a roar and all my strength bringing my knee flying to his chest.

The distance between us to small for him to dodge he takes the blow. Expecting to shove it off with his supernatural strength. But with my zanpakutō in hand my soul is complete, sheathed or unsheathed and I can feel the power of the Rage enhancing my strength.

My knee connects with a snap as his sternum breaks, shocking everyone in attendance. Including my opponent, which is all the opening I need as I bring the butt of my nodachi to his face while slapping his blade aside. Breaking teeth and likely cracking his cheek. Spinning in the opposite direction while falling away I bring my sheath blade to his head with all my might and the leverage of a true pole arm.

Sparks fly and a loud resounding ring permeates the sparing hall as my zanpakutō is stopped cold by a normal steel sword. A sword carried by Kazimoto as he stands between me and my prey. Looking at me strangely, head slightly twisted.

Toru Kurihara falls on his knees and spits out more teeth, panting once, twice then going unnaturally still. Whoever said vampires didn't breathe? I grin at Kazimoto, considering whether or not I should test myself on him as well. But that eager sparkle in his eyes forces me to take a step back.

I can almost feel his disappointment. The disappointment of my zanpakutō as well.

"Well done," Kazimoto says. "But that could have killed him had it connected. Congratulations on your first victory. But don't get too cocky. He is using a spirit-bound weapon, you a zanpakutō.

"If you had lost, there would have been very little hope for you as a soul-warrior. Go cool down. You deserve a day off; I will ensure Mira is off as well."

I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it.

"And yes I will watch little Saya." He says and walks away. Leaving the katana still embedded in the floor.

So that's how he stopped that strike single handedly. He balanced it on the floor. I grin, thinking of how I could use the same move against opponents. Having spirit-bound weapons that don't need constant maintenance and can take an unusual amount of punishment has its advantages.

I also like that I've not permanently lost my Rage. Just placed it into my now happy zanpakutō, having had its first taste of blood.

It's been good being here, if for nothing else but the training.

I go find the hot springs.