LEGEND OF THE FIVE RINGS

Passion

by PJ

 

"Doji-sama," offered the elegant geisha, her delicate, porcelain fingers holding a steaming cup of sake for the Crane daimyo.

Kenji accepted the small cup of sake with a brief nod. The white-maned daimyo sipped the warm rice wine and listened to Noriko play sweetly from a ivory flute. No one suspected Kenji's desire for the young geisha, a girl barely blossoming into womanhood. Kenji did his best to maintain a stern expression as he watched Noriko play, but within his breast he yearned to hold the young geisha, to taste those sweet, moist, red lips that invoked such beautiful music with a simple exhalation of breath. The geisha serving Kenji reappeared through the open door screen, her painted face distressed.

"Doji-sama," said the woman, pale hands clasped at her belted waist.

"Eh?" replied Kenji, unable to take his eyes from Noriko's radiant face.

"A messenger comes from Kyuden Doji, you are needed back at court immediately. There is an envoy who will speak to no one except the Daimyo of the Crane."

Noriko stopped playing and demurely met Kenji's intense stare. The young geisha smiled shyly, Kenji's own hard face softened, he nodded deeply to the blushing geisha.

"Very well," sighed Kenji, rising smoothly, the rich, thick folds of his pure white kimono hissing about his feet as he left the tearoom scented with cherry blossoms fluttering from the teahouse's inner garden.

***

Kenji reclined upon his gold-embossed throne, regarding the plainly dressed envoy who lay prostrate before the daimyo, arms extended forward upon the polished floor.

"What is so important you could only speak to the Crane daimyo?" inquired Kenji, his eyes piercing.

"I bear a gift for the great lord of the Crane, something so valuable I was instructed to hand it to you personally and no one else," declared the envoy, untying a cloth bundle from his back and placing the burden at the feet of the Crane daimyo.

Kenji eyed the bundle warily. "What is it?"

The pale envoy gently unwrapped the gift, an exquisite katana forged of red steel, the crafted hilt made of gleaming obsidian, the circular guard a ring of ebony and gold.

"A gift fit for the Emperor!" exclaimed Kenji, his eyes wide, marveling at the lethal beauty of the crimson blade.

"It is a gift from His Majesty to Doji-sama, for a lifetime of loyal service to the Emerald Empire."

"It is too fine a gift, I cannot accept it!"

"It is the Emperor's will."

"I serve the Empire without thought of reward!"

"The Emperor offers this sword so that you may continue to serve the Empire."

"His Majesty should award this blade to a warrior more worthy!"

"None are more worthy than the Crane."

Kenji nodded and reached out to take the crimson katana's hilt. The obsidian hilt molded perfectly to Kenji's strong hand, he raised the blade, it sang as it passed through the air, its crimson length almost glowing in the sunlight.

"Does the weapon have a name?" asked Kenji, passing the katana before him, his expression one of rapture.

"Passion, my lord," bowed the envoy, his dark eyes sparkling.

***

Lady Kasumi floated across a path of smooth stones, ivory hands nestled in the wide sleeves of her sky blue kimono, her sharp eyes upon Kenji as he gracefully danced with Passion, white mane flying while the crimson blade sliced through the sweet-scented air, the crash of the Sea of the Sun Goddess rising from the edge of the palace rock garden. Kasumi halted at the end of the path, alabaster face serene as the agile daimyo shifted from one sword stance to another, never pausing, sweat beading his brow.

"It is time for supper, my husband," said Kasumi when Kenji finally reached a finishing move, body straight and rigid, Passion held behind his back, blade pressed against his spine.

Kenji turned to face Kasumi, the lady took a step back, her breath catching in her graceful throat. Kasumi had never seen her husband look at her with such naked desire in his eyes, her pulse quickened, her pale cheeks flushed hotly.

"Let us forget supper, my wife, I hunger for something besides food," smiled Kenji, deftly sheathing Passion within its lacquered black saya.

***

Before they had even reached the futon, Kenji was tearing off Kasumi's blue kimono, kissing her creamy, alabaster shoulders, jerking away the pink ribbon that loosely bound her midnight black hair.

"My lord..!" gasped Kasumi, her heart pounding as Kenji reached between her ivory thighs, roughly groping the rose of her womanhood.

Kenji was growling, kissing the back of Kasumi's slender neck, then pushing her across the futon. The Lady Doji landed hard upon her palms and knees, she looked over her left shoulder at Kenji, who set Passion carefully on its stand, then tore away his own white kimono, his manhood jutting forward, ready to impale her.

Kasumi started to shift onto her back, but Kenji stopped her, returning her to the shameful position of resting on her hands and knees upon the futon.

"My lord, this is unseemly..," objected Kasumi, her lovely face burning as she regarded Kenji over her pale shoulder.

Kenji snorted and slapped Kasumi's right buttock. Kasumi gasped, then exclaimed when Kenji began fondling her bottom, strong fingers squeezing and tugging upon her milky cheeks. Kasumi bit her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure when Kenji pressed his face between her luscious, ivory buttocks, licking her warm flower till it grew moist with nectar. Kenji ran his tongue across Kasumi's rounded buttocks, applying two fingers to his wife's gleaming sex, ramming the digits in deep until the raven-haired woman moaned, her heavy, dove-white breasts swaying underneath her.

The Crane daimyo slipped his dripping fingers from Kasumi's soaked blossom, he sighed as he licked his wife's nectar from his raised digits, his flaring nostrils filled with the scent of Kasumi's lust. Kenji wrapped his wiry arms around Kasumi's slim waist, he groaned when he plunged inside her, shoving his member within her belly like a katana within its saya.

Kenji's smoldering eyes strayed to Passion as he thrust into Kasumi, her body shifting with the motion of his pelvis, her raven hair tossing across her pale shoulders, her moans inflaming the daimyo, urging him to stab harder and harder into the prostrate woman's wet rose that lay open between small ivory mounds of hot flesh. Kenji started panting, his hips bucking faster and faster, his left palm clutching Kasumi's smooth buttock even as his right hand reached for Passion, extended fingers clawing empty air as he stretched to clasp the beckoning weapon.

The molded obsidian hilt of Passion slipped into Kenji's grasping hand. The daimyo's loins became even more inflamed, Kasumi cried out, she could feel Kenji's manhood swelling inside her, growing within her clenched belly, ready to explode in a heartbeat.

Passion slid soundlessly from its black saya. Kenji held the crimson blade point downward, the hot, glowing steel hungry for Kasumi's sweat-slick flesh. Kenji raised the katana, eyes huge and wild, lips quivering as he positioned Passion's glittering tip just beneath Kasumi's left shoulder-blade. Kasumi was rocking now, slamming her bottom wantonly against her husband's crotch, gleaming breasts bouncing, mouth hanging open from the constant gasps flying from scarlet lips. Kenji felt his engorged manhood bulge, it gushed its hot load through Kasumi's contracting sex, the daimyo's wife moaned weakly from her own shuddering climax.

The Crane daimyo plunged Passion through Kasumi's hot flesh. Kasumi didn't utter a sound as the crimson blade stabbed through her, cutting smoothly up to her swiftly beating heart. Kasumi's limp body slammed onto the futon as Kenji jerked free the glowing crimson blade. Kenji was panting, horrified eyes locked upon Passion while the weapon drank his wife's life blood, whispering its satisfaction in the daimyo's stunned mind.

*Mmm, your wife's blood is sweet,* purred Passion, its crimson blade hissing as if red-hot. *But there is another who's blood is sweeter still. Take me to her, bury me in her young breast!*

"Noriko?" whispered Kenji, staggering away from Kasumi's cold body, her dark blood spreading underneath her, soaking through the futon to the gleaming floor.

*Yessss, sweet Noriko!* hissed Passion. *I know you desire her as much as I! Go to her, take her young, ripe body, and I will bathe in her hot blood and devour her pure soul!*

Kenji finally met the far wall of the bedchamber. The stunned daimyo held Passion before him with white-knuckled hands, he stared at Kasumi's pale, motionless body, the splash of scarlet across her naked back.

"Yes...Noriko," murmured Kenji, eyes glazed and mindless.

***

Noriko was awakened by sharp, agonized screams. The young geisha girl tightened her short sleeping kimono over her small shoulders, her tiny heart hammered in her chest, tears welled in her frightened eyes.

The screen to Noriko's small bedroom ripped away from the wall. Noriko screamed, tears pouring from her huge, terrified eyes as a monster stood within the doorway, a burning crimson sword in his right hand, the blade dripping with blood and gore.

"Noriko! You are mine!" snarled the monster, his face becoming visible from the dancing flames growing brighter from beyond the hall.

"Doji-sama!" gasped the shivering girl, recognizing the Crane daimyo who came so often to listen to her songs and admire her.

Spittle frothed from Doji Kenji's mouth, he seemed to be rabid, mindless, as he lurched into the tiny bedroom, dropping to his knees beside Noriko, ramming his blood-soaked katana into the hard wooden floor by the girl's right foot.

"Mine!" spat Kenji, grabbing Noriko's kimono and ripping it to shreds with clawed hands.

"Iie!" screamed Noriko, punching on Kenji's chest with her tiny fists.

Kenji slapped his right palm between Noriko's small, bare breasts and shoved her down onto her futon. The frenzied daimyo pinned the struggling geisha to her bed with his own body, kissing and licking her tear-streaked cheeks and throat, powerful hands crushing her little breasts, marring the creamy flesh with scarlet bruises.

"Stop it! Please stop, Doji-sama!" sobbed Noriko, shivering when Kenji thrust his right hand between her closed thighs, digging his fingers into her tender cunt.

"Your pussy feels as soft as I dreamed," smiled Kenji, his eyes vacant, lost in ecstasy, while he caressed Noriko's puffy, pink sex, her pussy so young there was not a single strand of pubic hair.

Noriko clutched the looming daimyo's thick right wrist, whimpering as Kenji fondled her soft cunt, wriggling his index finger into her warm hole, probing deep into her moistening vagina. Kenji stifled Noriko's weak moans with a ravenous kiss, his urgent mouth sucking on the young girl's yielding lips, his fingers dipping further into the small geisha's swollen slit, thrusting digits becoming sticky with vaginal honey. Kenji released Noriko's sweet lips and bit into her small right breast, tongue lathering her little pink nipple with drool, teeth gnawing upon the engorged bud. Noriko writhed underneath the daimyo, her closed thighs shuddered, her tummy clenched, she gasped softly as Kenji slurped upon her young breast, filling his mouth with the young girl's hot flesh.

Kenji pulled his stiff digits out of Noriko's drenched cunt and licked his fingers clean as he rose to his feet. Noriko stared up at the towering daimyo, panting upon her naked back, legs drawn in, limp arms at her heaving sides, crotch glistening with sticky honey. Kenji loosened his gold silk obi, then let his kimono fall to the floor. Standing naked before Noriko, his member hard and trembling, the Crane daimyo crouched and gathered the wide-eyed geisha into his arms.

Noriko was hypnotized by Kenji's large, crazed eyes, she clung to the naked daimyo's wide shoulders numbly, finally regaining her senses when she felt Kenji's manhood thrust up inside her. Kenji cupped Noriko's little buttocks, humping violently with his taut pelvis, ramming deep into the young girl's tight pussy, her vaginal juices soaking his pole, allowing it to bury itself within the gasping geisha's trembling slit.

Kenji groaned as he bounced the young girl on his lap, his cock deep in her belly, Noriko's vagina enfolding his member, squeezing it, soaking it in sweet juices.

*She is flushed and hot, her blood sings to me,* moaned Passion. *Raise me up, let me taste her!*

Wrapping his right arm around Noriko's little waist, Kenji reached down and grasped the cool hilt of Passion. The katana slipped easily from the floorboard, its blade was burning crimson, it hissed and sizzled as the Crane daimyo raised it.

Noriko had squeezed her eyes shut, she bucked faster and faster upon Kenji's bouncing lap, her small breasts quivered, her little fingertips dug into the naked daimyo's shoulders, her slender, open thighs caressed Kenji's flesh.

*She climaxes! Use me! Use me NOW!*

Without thinking, Kenji ran the razor edge of Passion across Noriko's throat. Noriko's eyes snapped open, she met Kenji's horrified gaze as she gurgled and vomited blood.

*Yessss,* hissed Passion, the young girl's blood disappearing into the crimson blade, the metal glowing and throbbing with heat.

"No! What have I done?" sobbed Kenji, his mind free of Passion's grip.

Kenji discarded Passion and gently laid Noriko upon her futon. The girl's wide eyes were dull, her bloody lips hung open. Weeping harshly, Kenji placed Noriko's head upon her pillow, then he covered the naked geisha's pale body with a blanket.

*Did you enjoy her?* teased Passion.

Kenji snarled and glared at the crimson katana glowing softly upon the floor.

"You were not a gift of the Emperor! You are a curse! A bane to destroy me!"

*And I have succeeded, daimyo of the Crane,* purred Passion. *You need only look upon that lovely girl before you, and the wife you left to rot upon your marriage bed.*

Doji Kenji thrust his bloody arms into the air and screamed to the heavens. Passion laughed, driving Kenji mad with its malevolent mirth.

***

The Crane daimyo stood at the edge of the precipice, white hair snapping in the air, the sea thundering beneath him, black waves swelling, then crashing into the jagged cliffside. Tears streaked Kenji's drawn face, he slowly raised his blood-shot eyes as the sun gradually rose to his left, transforming the raging sea from black to dark azure. Kenji raised Passion in his right hand, the crimson blade turned black in the orange sunlight, black as the blood that had bathed it when it lay buried in the bodies of Kasumi and young, treasured Noriko.

Kenji grasped Passion's obsidian hilt with both hands, he leveled the katana's tip at his own dead heart, fresh tears fell from his anguished eyes. The Crane daimyo bared his ivory teeth.

"If you thirst for blood so much, drink mine!"

Kenji rammed Passion into his own chest, shoving it up to pierce his heart. The daimyo's body fell forward, it plunged down the cliffside, finally crashing into the frothing sea, swallowed forever within its cold, black depths.

The End