InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chains of Wind ❯ Epilogue: Aftermath ( Chapter 5 )

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Epilogue: Aftermath

 

A week had passed since Koga's had left to avenge his comrades and his pack had grown desperate. His absence was like a storm cloud hanging over their heads, casting a pall of fear and uncertainty. They had sent scouts to track him down, following the trail of his scent as it grew faint and eventually disappeared. All they found was the ruin of the castle he'd been sent to infiltrate, its once-mighty stones now reduced to rubble.

 

But there was a trail that led them to a clearing, as they approached all they could see was a second battleground stained with the coppery tang of blood and the metallic scent of violence. The pack members exchanged worried glances, their tails drooping. The sight of the carnage was sobering, the signs of struggle clear even to those not trained in the art of battle. There were deep gouges in the earth, broken branches, and the unmistakable scent of fear. Yet, the quantity of blood was curious, nothing near enough to be from a heavy wound let alone fatal. That alone gave them hope.

 

The ookami demons' noses perked up neared where Koga's scent was strongest, now overlaid with the unmistakable aroma of arousal and conquest. It was a scent they had never encountered on one of their own before—it spoke of defeat and violation, of a power so absolute it left no room for doubt. Their hearts sank, knowing that their pack member had not only been bested but also claimed in the most primal and humiliating way possible.

 

They correctly believed he'd been defeated, raped, and kidnapped...

 

~*~

 

That had been two days ago. Hakkaku and Ginta, two of the most trusted members of Koga's pack, were huddled just outside the entrance to the den, surrounded by the anxious whispers of their kin. They pored over a makeshift map of the forest, their eyes tracing the paths they had taken in search of their missing alpha. They had a rescue to plan.

 

Suddenly, the wind picked up, bringing with it the faint whiff of something unfamiliar—the scent of Koga mixed with something else. That of his attacker.

 

The wolves looked up as a gigantic feather danced in the air above them, caught in an eddy of the breeze. It spun lazily, a crimson teardrop against the velvet sky. Before they could react, a figure descended from the shadows, her form a blur of motion and color.

 

Kagura the Wind Sorceress dropped gracefully to the ground, a smug smile playing on her lips. In one hand, she held a fan, its delicate folds fluttering open to reveal intricate designs etched into the fabric.

 

The wolves grew tense, their fur standing on end as they picked up on the foreign presence. Growls rumbled through the pack, and one young ookami demon, named Tesshin, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger. He had only just come of age, and the need to protect his alpha was stronger than his fear.

 

'He'll do,' Kagura thought to herself, her smile growing more wicked by the second. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a gust of wind at him. The brave ookami dying a quick bloody death.

 

The wolves snarled, their eyes narrowed into slits, ready to pounce. But Kagura was unfazed. She had faced down far greater adversaries than these mere beasts. "I didn't come here to fight," she announced in a clear, unwavering voice that carried through the clearing like the peal of a bell. "But make no mistake, if you force my hand, I'll show you the full extent of my power."

 

Ginta, the more cunning of the two, stepped forward. His fur bristled with tension, but his gaze remained steady. "Then what do you want, and where is our alpha?" His voice was a low rumble, a clear demand for answers.

 

Kagura's smile never wavered. "Ah, your alpha," she said, her voice a silky purr. "He's up there resting, you see. We've had quite the...session together." She gestured vaguely towards the treetops, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And as for what I want, it's quite simple, really. I've grown tired of caring for my pet, and I thought it best to return him to his home. After all, it's not as though you wouldn't know how to take care of him."

 

The wolves' hackles rose at her casual dismissal of their leader's status. To be called a 'pet' was an affront beyond measure, a challenge that could not be ignored. But they knew better than to underestimate the sorceress before them. After all, she'd bested Koga and easily killed another of their kin moments ago.

 

Ignoring their snarls, Kagura continued, her voice as cold as the moon above, "Your former alpha has acquired... special dietary needs. He needs both his mouth and his ass must be filled with the seed of his brothers." Her eyes swept over them, lingering on the bulges in their fur, and a smirk played on her lips. "I expect him to be constantly fucked in both holes and overflowing with cum. Failure to comply will result in the complete destruction of your pack. The choice is yours but make no mistake I'll be watching."

 

The pack was frozen in shock as the treetops rustled, and a figure dropped down, landing with an unceremonious thud. It was Koga, their once-proud leader, now a naked and broken creature. His fur matted with dirt and blood, his once-fearsome visage contorted into a grimace of pain and humiliation. The most shocking revelation, however, was the absence of his wolfhood. There was no scar, no trace of injury—just a smooth, empty space where his cock and balls had once been. It was almost as if he'd never had genitals.

 

Koga's gaze was vacant, his eyes glazed over with a mixture of pain and defeat. He didn't look at his pack, instead turning around to present them with his rear. The wolves could see a twitching object protruding from his asshole, and as they stared in horror, they realized it was his tail, the very symbol of his power and virility, now a grotesque, unwilling extension of his own body. The tail had been severed at its base and now served as a perverse reminder of his fate.

 

Kagura stepped up to him, her eyes gleaming with amusement at their shock. "Welp," she said casually, her tone a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation. "My pet is hungry and aching to be filled with cum. So, who's first?" She reached back and pulled on the tail, revealing that it was attached to a stone butt plug, carved to resemble a phallus, which she had inserted into him as a means of ensuring his compliance.

 

The pack was silent, their shock and horror palpable in the air. They had never seen Koga like this—so weak, so vulnerable.

 

Kagura grew impatient with their stunned silence. With a sharp slap to one of Koga's bruised ass cheeks, she snapped, "Well? What are you lot waiting for? Do I need to make another example out of one of you?"

 

Koga's eyes snapped to hers, the spark of defiance within them flickering back to life. He knew what she wanted, what she demanded of him. With a resigned sigh, he turned to face his pack, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Ginta... Hakkaku. Please, I'm hungry and desperately need to be filled with cum."

 

The two wolves stared at their alpha for a long moment, their hearts heavy with dread. They had never seen him in such a state, never heard him beg like this. But their alpha had spoken. The approached and dropped their furs. Ginta taking Koga's mouth while Hakkaku took his ass. The whole pack watched as their leader was taken by his lieutenants.

 

Koga's enthusiasm when he started sucking Ginta's cock was shocking. His mouth moved with a passion that seemed to defy the pain and humiliation that had been etched into his soul. His tongue danced around the head of Ginta's cock, tracing the veins with a hunger that seemed almost desperate. The ookami demon's eyes remained locked on his pack, a silent plea for understanding, for acceptance.

 

Hakkaku, on the other hand, took Koga's ass with a ferocity that belied his gentle nature. He'd never felt the need to dominate before, but something in the way Koga had begged, something in the power dynamics that had shifted so drastically, had brought out the beast in him. He thrust into his alpha with a snarl, the stone phallus inside of Koga acting as an unwelcome yet thrillingly snug second cock, filling him up so completely.

 

The pack watched, their own arousal building as they saw their once-mighty leader brought low. It was a strange, intoxicating sight—to see the one who had protected and provided for them now reduced to a mere receptacle for their lust. One by one, the wolves began to strip away their fur, revealing their own swollen cocks. They stepped forward, eager to claim their share of the tainted prize that was Koga.

 

The wolves each took their turns, their lust overwhelming any sense of decorum or pity. They fucked him like a mindless doll, their eyes glazed over with desire. Each one of them claimed a piece of their alpha, a twisted rite of dominance that seemed to feed their hunger for power. Some took him with brutal force, while others approached with a mix of anger and sorrow, their thrusts punctuated by whispers of regret and apology.

 

Through the evening and into the night, the clearing was filled with the sounds of grunts and moans, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional whine of pain or pleasure. Koga's mouth and ass were never empty, a constant flow of thick, hot seed filling him up, only to be replaced by the next eager member of his pack.

 

As the moon reached its zenith, casting long shadows over the scene of depravity, Kagura approached Ginta, her eyes glinting with a malicious spark. She held out Koga's tail to him. "Take this," she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Make sure to plug my pet when he's not being used. After all, we wouldn't want any of your precious ookami demon seed to be wasted."

 

The pack's horror grew as Kagura's words sank in. The implied threat was clear: if they did not follow her instructions, if they did not continue to use Koga as she had shown them, she would not hesitate to destroy them all. The wind picked up again, carrying with it the scent of her power, a stark reminder of the fate that awaited them should they cross her.

 

Her smug smile lingered in their minds as she disappeared into the night, leaving them with their shattered alpha and her twisted command. The wolves could feel her eyes upon them, an unseen but palpable presence that weighed on their shoulders as they continued to take turns filling their leader's mouth and ass.

 

"I'll always be watching," were Kagara's final words.

 

~*~

 

The days that followed were a never-ending cycle of debasement for Koga. His pack, once loyal and fierce, now used him as a cum receptacle. Their seed, as instructed became only source of nourishment. But even as his pack sated their lusts with his body, deep within his shattered pride, a spark of defiance remained. Together his pack plotted their revenge. Koga, once more taking up the search for jewel shards, and any other method to accomplish it.

 

Many a night would find Koga being fucked by Ginta and Hakkaku while on the road, their coupling always seeming more intimate than any of the others.

 

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a bruised palette of purples and reds, the sound of rustling leaves announced the arrival of a newcomer. Inuyasha, the half-demon with the crimson necklace, emerged from the underbrush, his usual smug grin plastered on his face. His eyes fell upon Koga, and his smile grew wider, revealing his sharp canines. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. "What do we have here?"

 

Inuyasha strutted forward, his tail swaying with each step. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he took in the scene before him. "Koga, my old friend," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I never knew you had such a... submissive side." He took in the sight of the once-proud ookami demon, now a cum-filled toy for his pack, and his grin grew even wider.

 

"I suppose I should thank you," Inuyasha continued, his tone mocking. "You've always had your eyes on Kagome, and now she's all mine to protect without any pesky competition from the likes of you." He stepped closer, his cock already swollen with arousal at the thought of claiming his enemy in such a humiliating way. "But don't think for a moment that I'll pass up an opportunity to taste your submission."

 

Without warning, Inuyasha grabbed Koga's tail, the stone phallus still lodged within him, and pulled it out with a wet pop, eliciting a muffled cry from the ookami demon's mouth. He tossed it aside and took his place at Koga's backside, his own cock replacing it with ease. He enjoyed the feel of Koga's tight ass around him, the way the ookami's body tensed with each thrust. The power dynamics had shifted so drastically, it was almost poetic.

 

Inuyasha's movements grew more forceful, his anger and frustration from past encounters with Koga fueling his desire to dominate. He took Koga with a brutality that mirrored their past battles, each thrust a silent declaration of victory. Ginta and Hakkaku, their own lust spiking at the sight of their former rival claiming their shared prize.

 

Koga's muffled whimpers grew louder, his body trembling with each violent thrust. Inuyasha reveled in the power he held over his former adversary, his eyes never leaving Koga's, daring him to look away. But the ookami demon held his gaze, a silent challenge that spoke of the fire still burning deep within.

 

Inuyasha's hips moved with a rhythm that was as punishing as it was intoxicating. His cock plunged deep into Koga's bowels, filling the ookami demon's ass with his burning rage and desire for revenge. Each time he pulled out, the head of his cock was slick with the mixture of their juices, and with every plunge back in, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the clearing.

 

The air grew thick with the scent of lust and submission as Inuyasha approached his climax. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on Koga's hips tightened. With a final, violent thrust, he came, his seed spurting deep into the ookami demon's bowels. The force of his orgasm was so intense that Koga's body convulsed around him, his muffled cries of pain and pleasure lost in the symphony of their combined release.

 

When it was over, Inuyasha withdrew from Koga's ravaged hole, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He stepped back, allowing the ookami demon to collapse to the ground, his body trembling with exhaustion and pain. He watched as the last of his cum spilled out of Koga's ass, the sight only serving to fuel his own satisfaction.

 

But by now Koga had been well trained. Struggling to his knees, he turned around and took Inuyasha's cock into his mouth, cleaning it with practiced strokes of his tongue... Yet, he performed the act with a semblance of willingness, his eyes never leaving Inuyasha's, the flicker of anger in them unmistakable.

 

Once cleaned, Inuyasha stepped away, his smug grin still in place. He began to dress, his eyes never leaving the debased ookami demon kneeling before him. "Remember, Koga," he said, tying his sash with a flourish. "I'll be back for more. And maybe, just maybe, I'll bring Kagome to see how well you've learned your place."

 

Days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. News spreading far and wide, first of Kagara's death and later Naraku's. Koga returned home, still the practice of the pack using Koga as their cum receptacle continued. It had become a twisted tradition, a dark corner of their new reality that none of them dared to challenge.

 

Inuyasha, the half-demon with the crimson necklace, occasionally visited their camp, his eyes always seeking out Koga. He took the ookami demon's body with a sense of ownership that made Ginta's and Hakkaku's fur bristle with anger. Yet, they allowed it, watching as their former alpha was used, his muffled cries of pain and pleasure a stark reminder of his defeat.

 

But as the seasons changed, something else grew within Koga—a deep bond with his two lieutenants. Ginta and Hakkaku had become his confidants, his lovers, and his protectors. They took him not just out of obligation, but with a gentle affection that had blossomed from the ashes of their shared tragedy.

 

The first time Ginta took Koga as his mate was under the soft glow of moonlight. His fur, a stark contrast to Koga's bruised body, was tender as he guided the ookami demon's trembling form onto the soft earth. His touch was gentle, his eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of their newfound roles. As he slid into Koga, their bodies moving in harmony, it was clear that this was more than just the lust.

 

Hakkaku watched from a distance, his own arousal evident as he took in the sight. He waited, his cock pulsing with need, until Ginta had finished, and then he stepped forward to claim his place as Koga's second mate. The three of them had become a twisted trio of passion, each feeding the others' desires.

 

Together, the three lived out a life of relative peace...

 

The End

 

Author Note: Funny how time flies. I started writing this back in 2011 and quickly pumped out the first 3 chapters. Then lost all motivation. But with a little help from an AI Story Generator (ht tps://perc hance.org/ai-st ory-gene rator) I was able to plug in my existing story outline and complete the remaining rough draft in a couple of days when I wasn’t side tracked working on my next dozen stories. Kudos to anyone who can spot the changeover.