Bella Miles
The wind howled around me as the Tempest held me. The disgusting entity slid its wind around my body, trying to molest me. To get at my tits and ass and pussy. I concentrated on the stone bra and panties to keep the wind at bay. I shuddered as those cold swirls crawled over my body.
It carried me through the storm toward a maw of shadows. Black. Jagged teeth. It yawned open to swallow me like the... Gizzamuluke. Fear poured through me. I squirmed. I was pregnant. I thrashed in the storm.
"LANCE!" I screamed.
"...Bella..."
The disgusting voice whispered around me. The edges of the maw twisted in a smile.
"...Let's play, my love..."
"NO!" I glared at that darkness threatening to swallow me. "I am not your love! I'm Lance's! LANCE'S!"
The tempest laughed around me as the thing pulled me closer to its maw. I thrashed in his grip. The disgusting winds held me tight. The maw opened wide. The black was all that was before me. My heart hammered in my chest.
Fire crackled. Oranges and reds illuminated the clouds streaking around me. Nancy's lash whipped at the shadowy maw from below. She stood there in her maid's uniform rippling around her. She struck the maw.
The Tempest growled. Dark clouds slammed down at Nancy. She screamed as they slammed into her and threw her back. She flew out of sight. The winds shuddered around me before dragging me toward the maw. It opened wide.
"...Bella, my love..."
I screamed out for Lance, thrashing in the grip of the foul Tempest. Fear consumed me. The maw opened wide. There was nothing but darkness before me. The eternal void of this foul monster. I was dead.
My baby, flashed through my mind.
***
Yuki Hanada
The shadows swirling around the shrine to Tsukuyomi vanished. The howls were gone. I still huddled here, trembling. I looked up to see the moon shining. Tsukuyomi's moon. I trembled as my god's soft light bathed me.
I shuddered on my knees. Tears stained my cheeks. Was it over? No, no, I could hear the yokai's foul winds howling down the mountains. Screams. Women were screaming. Shouting. It was attacking others.
I stumbled to my feet and tumbled to the entrance of the shrine. I stared down the steep steps that climbed up the mountain to the shrine. The lights of Nagasaki across the bay were half-eclipsed by the foul yokai's swirling winds..
I could only watch in terror as the storm shook the trees growing up the mountain. My kosode and hakama rippled around me. The white tunic and red pants I wore. My uniform as a shrine maiden. My heart pounded with fright. What was going on here? Who was it attacking?
From the demonic tornado, a woman hurtled out of it. She crashed down on the stairs beneath me. She was a gaijin with strawberry-blonde hair and wearing a maid's uniform. Something sexy and skimpy like out of anime. Her breasts heaved inside her top as she struggled to stand. There was a red garter around her left thigh that stood out against the black and white lace of her uniform.
She snarled something in English and rose to her feet. She marched down the stairs, fire forming in her hands. The flames grew longer and thin, forming a whip. She shouted and swung it at the storm swirling about. Other maids were down there. Some also had whips of fire.
The clouds whirling around the storm shifted. Moonlight fell on a man that was with the maids. Strong and handsome. A gaijin, too. He looked like the hero out of an anime. One of those Shounen ones with the ridiculous battles like Seven Deadly Sins or Demon Slayers. He had a spear of golden light in his hands. It blazed so bright as he plunged it into the storm.
Lord Tsukuyomi, whispered through my thoughts as I stared at that brave, young man fighting with his women. His supernatural women. Where they tennyo. Heavenly maidens that had descended with Lord Tsukuyomi to fight this yokai and defend the shrine?
A woman screamed so loud from the midst of the storm. I shouldn't have been able to hear it over the roar of winds, but her plight reached me. The man shouted as he pushed his spear into the storm. The light glowed through the swirl of black clouds.
The storm rumbled and crackled. The light surged through it. The column of hungry clouds contracted for a moment. The storm growled now. In pain. He was hurting it. I clasped my hands together and dropped to my knees.
I chanted the words to the Hi-Fu-Mi norito prayer. "Hi Fu Mi Yo I Mu Na Ya Ko To Mo Chi Ro Ra Ne Shi Ki Ru Yu I Tsu Wa Nu So O Ta Ha Ku Me Ka U O E Ni Sa Ri He Te No Ma Su A Se E Ho Re Ke."
The light burst out of the storm. And with it, a woman flung free. She was naked, her brown hair flying around her face, her body pale and beautiful. The man—Lord Tsukuyomi—caught her in his arms and cradled her. He held her even as he thrust his spear back into the storm.
The light surged through the storms as I kept chanting the words to the Hi-Fu-Mi norito. They poured out of my mouth as the light racing through the storm became chains. The man imprisoned the tempest, squeezing about the whirling winds and compressing them.
Then a new woman, another maid, stepped up beside the man. She was tall and inhumanly graceful. She was no human. She was something else. Something divine. Her purple eyes glowed in the moonlight bathing them. She threw her arms out wide and cried out in English.
"By the Ancient Oath, I bind thee, Tempest! With the salt that plants vitality in the earth! The rhythm of life that spreads the heat of passion! The breath of soul that speaks truths! And the saliva that spills like rain upon the world. I bind thee, Malevolence!"
The man's spear shone even brighter. The radiance was hard to see through.
"I BIND THEE, TEMPEST!"
The woman beside Lord Tsukuyomi shuddered. Shadows burst from her back. They flared wide as she trembled there. Then the golden chain gripped the storm and contrasted. It compressed the mighty tornado smaller and smaller until the chains became... the gilded frame of a painting that hovered in the air. They had bound the yokai in it.
The world grew quiet save for the whimpering of a few women, Lord Tsukuyomi's maids that were lying amid the trees. Some of them were clearly hurt. I felt in a daze at what had happened. They had delivered me from the evil yokai.
Lord Tsukuyomi, the God of the Moon, had descended to save me.
A slender and young maid rushed up to me. She, too, was American with her black hair in pigtails. She had a round face with dimples. She smiled, speaking in English too rapidly for me to understand. A pink garter clad her left thigh right above her white stockings.
A second maid who was Japanese moved up beside the gaijin maid. The newcomer wore glasses, her black hair held back by a white headband. "She is asking if you're okay."
I nodded. "What has happened here? That was a yokai?"
"Yokai?" the Japanese maid frowned. She wore a gray garter around her thigh. "Yes, yes, I suppose that is a word. We call it Imprisoned." She said an English word I didn't know. "Um... Imprisoned is a good word for it. We have bound it."
My gaze drifted to the painting that now was being held by several of the maids. It showed a swirling tornado sweeping through a forest with people hiding in fear from it at the base of trees. I was entranced by it as the maid with the pigtails asked something.
"Sorry," I said. Then, haltingly, said, "No English."
"She asked if you were a virgin," the Japanese maid said.
My cheeks warmed at the question. I could not believe she asked something so personal. But I nodded. I was a shrine maiden. The gaijin maid grinned from ear to ear. She seemed so excited by that. I didn't know why.
Then she took my hand. It was warm and gentle. I shuddered at the comforting grip as she lead me down the stairs to Lord Tsukuyomi. He was kissing the naked woman he had caught in his arms. Their lips worked together with passion.
He was a tall man. Black hair cut short. He looked so strong holding her. My heart quivered with excitement. I didn't feel worthy of being in his presence. I wanted to swoon. This was so strange. Had I entered the Spirit Realm?
Had I been Spirited Away?
The Japanese maid asked, "Would you like to serve Master Hayward?"
I nodded and found myself dropping to my knees before him. He was a foreigner, but I saw the moon shining on him. He was blessed. Divine. The man broke the kiss and stared down at me. He smiled, so welcoming.
"I will serve him," I said.
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