Kama-Sutra Chapter 5

This chapter is quite experimental. I had to write, scrap and rewrite it several times. That was why it got delayed. I wanted to see how far I could take the concept of ‘sex is a battle’. I hope I wasn’t too graphic and turned you off. Tell me in the comments below.


 

I had managed to wrestle the lust-crazed Lin down onto the bed and pressed her under my body. My discovery of my Qi had revived my Excalibur and it demanded to be sheathed in its Avalon.

Just as I was about to satisfy its demands, with a sharp ‘CRACK’, the thick stone door to the cave split into two halves and fell on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

My ponder about my relationship with doors and those that wanted to kick them down came to a screeching halt as, lowering the slender foot with which she had kicked the door open, a woman strode into the room.

Her ebony skin gleamed in the torchlight. Her modest breasts strained against her one-size-too-small midnight-blue top that bared her toned midriff and arms. Her wide hips curved into a luscious posterior that more than made up for her slight deficiency in the bust department. It was wrapped in a short tube-like skirt.

She was a tall woman with bone-white hair cropped close to her skull, except for a long tail of hair that hung down from the nape of her neck to the small of her back and swayed with her every step.

Her amber eyes, set within her small, oval face, seemed to glow as they fell upon us. Her full lips curved downwards. A frown marred her brows.

Then her form blurred.

And I felt pain.

Pain was a red and black flower that bloomed as her fist crushed my nose into my skull. Pain was the grating of bone against bone as the back of my skull hit the stone wall and cracked. It was the copper tang of blood and the rending feeling of sharp pieces of my shattered teeth slicing into my gums.

Pain was the liquid fire that ran through my nerves and informed my dizzied brain that I was hurt, badly. That I was going to die.

My soul throbbed like another heart, flaring with an unprecedented brightness even as I swam in and out of consciousness.

Then I watched myself slide down the wall behind the bed, leaving a crimson trail from my bleeding head and collapsing bonelessly to the bed.

It was like I was floating outside my body, an observer to my plight. No pain. No thoughts. No emotions. No sound. Only numbness.

Dispassionately, I gazed upon the mangled mess that used to be my – Liu Yang’s – face.

Apathetically, I watched Lin tackle the woman, barely even making her stagger. I watched her wrap her arms around the woman’s waist, desperately trying to hold her back from me. I saw her crying, pleading for my life.

I saw the woman backhand her across her face, sending her flying off the bed and tumbling on the ground.

I saw the woman reach for me.

Her fingers clamped down upon my broken nose and pulled.

My soul slammed back into my body, my strange state broken by the extreme agony. As my cartilage made creaking noises that I felt rather than heard, my head went white. I screamed, the sound coming out more like a choking gurgle as the blood from my torn gums filled my mouth.

I scratched and tore with my nails against the arm that held my nose.

Her Qi reinforced skin was like steel against my frail nails. In the end, all I managed was breaking two nails and uprooting one. Little white flowers of agony blooming in my mind.

She brought her face close to mine. “So, tell me… what’s a member of the Yang Demon Sect doing in my humble abode? Or else…”

My mind was miles away from coherence, drowning as it was in the sea of hurt. I only knew that I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to survive.

For that, I’d do anything she asked. Answering her questions was the least I could do.

Eager for the pain to stop, I opened my mouth, forgetting that it was filled with blood. Instead of words, blood splashed upon her face, dyeing it red.

She let go of my nose and I fell back against the wall. Straightening up, she wiped her face with her palm, only managing to smear the blood on her face.

She flicked her palm, leaving a line of spattered blood on the floor.

Swimming in and out of consciousness, I saw her blood masked face as she turned her glowing amber eyes on me.

“So,” she said, her too-white teeth flashing through her bloody lips, “Death over submission, is it?”

Her eyes left mine and travelled downwards. Her lips quirked upwards in a cruel smile.

“Suits me.”

Panic-stricken, I wanted to explain that I wasn’t being defiant. To tell her that I’d answer any questions she wanted if she’d spare my life.

But she didn’t give me the time.

Her fist slammed into my solar plexus and I coughed up blood and any air that remained in my lungs.

I felt my ribs creak from the force of the blow.

She held my left shoulder in a vice grip, pinning it to the wall. With her other hand, she grabbed my crotch, painfully.

Her hand on my balls felt icy and a frigid current of air soon entered my organ. I felt blood flow from the rest of my body to my member and I was unnaturally erect.

I didn’t know what she had done but the veins on my dick bulged and it had turned faintly purple as it reached the hardest and the most engorged state it had ever been in.

Her smiling face was like a devil in my vision as she straddled me while pulling aside her skirt.

Her amber eyes transfixed my gaze like a snake staring down a mouse. My heart beat a mile a minute as her loins slowly engulfed my dick.

All confidence I had of conquering the sect crashed down around me as the shadow of death crept closer and closer still.

“This is the second time we find ourselves in this situation, boy. Survive again and I might just keep you as my pet. Sooner or later, you’ll lick my foot and tell me how you hid your cultivation the first time… and if you die… Try not to. It’ll be more fun that way.”

Her voice was like venom seeping into my ears trickling down to the deepest corners of my mind and unlocking memories I – Liu Yang – never wished to remember.

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The sharp stones digging into my back as I was pressed down onto the ground by a hand on my throat.

The sun beating down upon me, throwing the shadow of the ebony-skinned woman who had pushed me down.

The screams of the other men and women in the carriage as they were dragged out and the demonesses of the Yin Demon Sect had their way with them.

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So, it was her.

The girl who had raped and killed me once.

And she was going to do it again.

She moaned as she ground her hips into mine. Her undulating folds clamped down onto my magically engorged member. Her pussy was wet from the excitement of dominating me.

Her eyes gleamed as her Yin Spirit manifested and she lost herself in her lust.

Pressing me up against the wall by her hands on both my shoulders, she swung her hips with reckless abandon as she threw her head back and arched her back in pleasure.

For me, it was pure torture.

Her superhuman strength caused my bones to creak under her grasp.

Her dark magic that had erected my penis caused me to feel no pleasure from the contact of our flesh, only discomfort.

That was her mistake.

She expected my Spirit to be weak. Much weaker than hers, given her cultivation that far outstripped either Lin’s or mine.

But, she didn’t know about the specialty of my soul. She didn’t know that I wasn’t as affected by her Yin Qi as she was by my Yang.

Even then, the density of her Yin nearly caused me to cum before her. If not for the pain she was inflicting on me, I would have.

As it was, I barely held on as her movements grew more and more frenetic and her breath rougher and rougher.

Finally, with a yell, she climaxed and a torrent of energy flowed into me.

This time, the amount was nearly ten times that provided by Lin.

I could feel her sag as the energy escaped her and flowed into me.

The stream of icy energy immediately turned warm as it occupied my body, shattering whatever technique she had used on my dick.

The Qi scurried about my body as if it had a mind of its own and concentrated specifically on my injuries.

I felt my bones healing, my flesh knitting together and the pain subsiding like the sea level at ebb-tide.

My thoughts grew sober even as the fissures on my shoulder bones was knitted over by new bone.

I could see the woman shivering as she slowly recovered from her climax. I had to act before she could sober fully and take stock of her situation.

Her grip on me had grown lax and I took the opportunity to grab her wrists and free myself.

In a burst of motion, I pushed her off me, spun her around and pushed her onto the bed face first. Now, her ass was sticking up into the air.

Flipping up her skirt, I wasted no time in driving myself into her.

She groaned as I bottomed out inside her, my balls slapping against her clit. In this position, I could go far deeper than I had before even though my dick wasn’t magically engorged anymore. My glans scratched the back of her pussy walls rather than her front due to my erection pointing upwards.

It was a totally different feeling.

I think she regained a bit of clarity briefly because she tried to struggle up but she lost it again when I began to piston hard and fast as I held her down with a hand on her back.

Her cheek was flat against the cold stone of the bed and every thrust drove it into the bed.

As much as I wanted to hurt her for hurting me, I knew that unless I gave her pleasure and made her orgasm, she would be able to turn the tables on me just like I had.

Whatever her flaws, her insides were first class, her convulsing folds of flesh making it feel like I was being given a tongue bath by a hundred tongues.

I wouldn’t be able to hold out long. Not in this inexperienced body.

Grabbing her tail of hair, I pulled her head back until her back arched.

Continuing my piston, I reached around with my free hand and massaged her clit eliciting moans as her eyes dimmed further.

Letting go of her hair, I tore off her top and grabbed her breast. I had thought that she wasn’t so well endowed from a distance. But, that was only compared to Lin.

Her mounds were just perfectly sized to fit within the palm of my hand. They were firm and elastic to the touch. I rubbed her nipple with the thumb of one hand and her clit with the other, even as I continued pounding her pussy, her eyes began to lose focus.

Then with a shudder that wracked her being, she collapsed back onto my chest, her chest fluctuating with her laboured breathing.

I felt another surge of energy flow through my being.

Now that my injuries were healed, I felt the strands of Qi seep into every inch of my flesh bone and organs.

I felt strong. I felt healthy. I felt like I could climb Mt. Everest without any equipment.

The surge of power was intoxicating.

I felt the warm body in my grasp. I felt the power that still remained within her. I licked my newly formed teeth. I tasted the blood on them. A feral grin twisted my lips.

I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Hugging her tightly to me from the back, I resumed my motion.

Grabbing her throat with one hand, I slowly squeezed. Just as she had done the first time she had raped me.

Her eyes widened as she fought for breath. Her pussy clamped down harder as her lungs struggled to draw in air. The increased tightness drew me closer to my own climax.

I attacked her clit again and her eyes began to roll back into her head as the lack of oxygen to her brain combined with the stimulation drove her into a trance.

Just as she was about to pass out, I let go of her throat and she gasped deeply.

The sudden release drove her over the brink and she screamed her climax, squirting her juices all over the stone bed.

Her orgasmic convulsions drove me past the edge simultaneously and with a low roar, I released into her depths. Exhausted, I let go of her and she fell forward onto the bed, landing on her hands.

She panted for breath with her head lowered as her body shivered on all fours with my member still buried to its hilt inside her.

The familiar stream of Qi poured into me and seeped into my muscles, driving away all exhaustion.

I felt totally rejuvenated. No, I felt reborn.

I watched my body with wonder. Every muscle felt defined, every inch of flesh thrumming with power. When I looked closely, I could see a golden sheen of energy covering me.

Was this the result of Cultivation?

Yet, I felt that I had tapped into barely half the well of power in the body of the girl in front of me.

What if I had all of it.

Then what of the power contained within the entire Sect.

They were all evil anyway. Stripping them of their cultivation would be doing the world a favour.

I turned my eyes to the woman in front of me. I should start with her.

Just as I was about to continue, a soft body crashed into me from the back. Two slender arms surrounded my waist and tried to pull me off her. It was Lin. But, I barely budged. My strength had exceeded her. When pulling failed, she came to my front and tried to push me off.

“Stop. Please. Don’t kill Senior Sister.” She pleaded when she realized that her strength wasn’t enough to stop me.

Her cheek was swollen from her sister’s blow and her eyes red from her tears.

In her watery eyes, I saw my face mirrored. Caked with drying blood and twisted into a feral grimace, I was a scary sight.

Suddenly, a feeling transmitted from my dick which was still buried within the woman.

She had started moving on her own.

Her hips ground against mine, seeking pleasure instinctively.

Her eyes were unfocused and her lips parted as her body moved to the tune of her lust.

I realized then, the fearfulness of the technique of Dual Cultivation. Once you lost the battle of sex, unless the partner showed mercy, you would continue seeking pleasure until you emitted the last drop of your Essence and died.

So, unless I called a halt, Lin’s senior sister would literally fuck herself to death on me.

I observed the entreaty in Lin’s eyes.

I had a decision to make.

[1] Kill the senior sister.

[2] Spare her.


I decided to make this a reader interactive. You can decide where the story goes by commenting the number corresponding to the choice.

As this is the first choice, I’ll give you a bit of a hint as to how this works out.

Choice 1. Improved cultivation. Reduced favour with Lin.

Choice 2. Increased favour with Lin. Have to think of how to deal with her Senior sister.

I’ll tally the votes before I sit down to type the next chapter.


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Kama-sutra Chapter 4

Sex had apparently really tired Lin out. After she finished answering my questions on the esoterics of cultivation, she just curled up and nodded off, leaving me to figure out the mess I was in all on my lonesome.

Picking her discarded clothes off the ground, I threw the diaphanous garment over her. I had no idea whether cultivators caught colds… but, better safe than sorry. Although, I had little confidence in the heat-retention capabilities of that flimsy shift. Not that I had any clothes on my back to practice my chauvinism with.

Shrugging, I sat down cross-legged beside the sleeping beauty and closed my eyes. It was time to crack the cultivation code. My first step on the path to world domination. Whoo! Let’s do this, baby!

I reached for calm…

…serenity, zen, inner peace… anything?

My eyes flew open. Damn! This ain’t working. My fucking dick’s cold. The way I was sitting meant that my thing hung down and touched the cold stone of the bed. Quite distracting if you were trying to meditate. The demerits of being a well-hung gentleman, I suppose. Worthily was this body one that belonged to someone with exceptional yang essence.

Scooting closer to Lin, I appropriated her makeshift blanket and turned it into an impromptu yoga mat. She furrowed her brow in her sleep at the sudden loss of warmth. Well, it was at least partly her fault that I was in this mess… She was a big girl, she could deal with some chill.

Clearing my mind of all extraneous thought as I had often done in my previous life as a yogic guru, I sank into the familiar void of a meditative trance. Within the darkness, I searched for something, anything out of place. Anything that hadn’t been there before. It didn’t take me very long to find it.

Close your eyes in a well-lighted room and you’ll notice that your vision doesn’t go totally dark. There’s a tinge of blue to the darkness; the light filtering in through your eyelids. Ever covered a glowing flashlight with your palm in a totally dark room? Your hand shines red, doesn’t it? That’s how it was for me. At first, I was in this blue-black world; then suddenly, it was all red and somehow, I knew that I was looking into myself. And that I was doing it better than any of those sophisticated x-ray machines ever could.

Every muscle, every organ and each bone was as clear as day under my new field of view. But as interesting (and gross) as all this was, the things that captured my attention were two softly glowing spheres of light. One floated just below my heart while the other, smaller sphere floated within my brain.

From what Lin had said, those glowing orbs were my Spirits, though she had mentioned that everyone had just one; below their hearts. In my case, it wasn’t very difficult to guess the source of the orb in my brain. The longer I spent in this world, the harder it was getting to convince myself that I was just having an extremely lucid dream. Let me tell you, waking up tied to a scaffold, scheduled for death by snu-snu wasn’t as lucrative as popular culture would have you believe.

I had very little time then for disbelief and incredulity at my situation, busy as I was with just taking the optimum actions for survival. Transmigration? Sure. Cultivation? Oh, why not? But, now that the dust had settled a bit and death wasn’t just an ejaculation away, I had time for a nervous breakdown. One triggered by the realization that I had fucking metaphysical lightbulbs within my body – one of which I was sure was my soul from back on Earth and the other that of a deceased farm boy.

Hugging myself, I took deep, steady breaths until the urge to hyperventilate passed.

I threw the doubts and worries to the back of my mind. Right now, they would do me little good. Rather than obsess over questions with no answers, I’d benefit more from getting this cultivation business down pat.

I chanted the syllable ‘om’, letting the sound rise up from my navel, drawing it out. The vibrations of my own voice soothed the turbulence in my mind, letting me sink back into my meditative trance where I saw my Spirits again.

The one in my brain seemed active, the brilliance fluctuating with my thoughts while the one below my heart seemed stagnant, glowing with a uniform brightness. Yet, I could clearly feel a connection between them. I had a feeling that I could control the lower one with the one in my head. I decided to call it my Soul while the ball of light below my heart would be my Spirit.

A wisp of golden light flashed within the scope of my inner vision and I turned my attention to it. It exuded the exact same feeling as the warm current of energy that had revitalized me every time I’d made Lin climax. From her explanation, I knew it to be the mystical energy known as Qi.

To be more precise, Yang Qi.

Essence, Qi and Spirit. These were the bases of Cultivation. A Cultivator absorbed the Essence of Nature, converted it into Qi and used the Qi to expand their Spirit. If the Essence came from inanimate objects, then the Cultivator was said to follow the Righteous Path. If the Essence came from living beings, such as animals and humans, then the Path of the Cultivator was Demonic.

Yin and Yang Essences were the cores of the femininity and masculinity present within a woman or a man. The Path of Dual Cultivation involved stripping the Yang Essence of a man and using it to generate Yin Qi within the body of the Cultivator. As for me? When I had intercourse with Lin, I’d inadvertently absorbed some of her Yin Qi and upon entering my body, it had turned into Yang Qi. That was the specialty of Dual Cultivation, the duality and interconvertibility of Yin and Yang.

As a Cultivator, she hadn’t lost her Yin Essence, otherwise, she’d have died. Her Cultivation base had been used to compensate instead. But, if I’d continued exploiting her, there would be a point when her Cultivation would have been drained completely and it’d be her Essence and life that flowed into me.

Demonic Cultivation was extremely dangerous. Since the Essence they absorbed came from other humans, they couldn’t help but be affected by the influx of Qi. In the case of the members of the Yin Demon Sect, it meant that once they began intercourse, they would completely drown in their lust until their partner, or they themselves died. That was why, they had to be careful to choose partners, rather victims, with a Cultivation base much lower than theirs.

Under the influence of their abundant Yin, the men would grow aroused despite the threat to their life, ending up discharging their Essence within the Demonesses. Although I had been affected by her Yin Aura to an extent – the reason why I had come up with the ridiculous plan of fucking my way to freedom – my soul had protected me from the worst of it.

I believed that it was also the only reason that I hadn’t been sucked dry of my Essence by Lin and had managed to turn the tables on her instead.

Now, I was faced with several difficulties.

When Lin woke up and shrugged off the lust-fuelled haze she was in, would she be as amenable after learning that part of her Cultivation base was missing?

What was I supposed to do about the Sect full of super-powered rapists waiting outside the door of this cosy little dungeon?

And last, but not the least, what was I supposed to do with this errant strand of Yang Qi flowing within me? According to Lin, the first strand of Qi absorbed decided the attribute of one’s Spirit. The change was permanent and irreversible – as far as she knew, anyway. So, if I were to absorb this Yang Qi, I’d develop a Yang Spirit – turning into a male Demon Cultivator in the process. If I were to pull out an appropriate analogy from Earth supernaturalism for my situation, I’d say that I would be the only Incubus in a coven of Succubi.

And honestly, I had no clue whether that bumped up my survivability ratings, or sent them dipping into the negatives.

I shrugged, I had nothing to lose, anyway… worst case, I died again. Maybe this time, I’d draw a better hand.

Focusing upon my Soul, I tried to use it to relay a command to my Spirit to absorb the golden strand of Qi. It was surprisingly easy. My soul fluctuated, my Spirit brightened, then the Qi that had been roaming my body sped back to my heart like a hunting dog that had heard the whistle of its master and invested itself into the glowing orb.

My Spirit took on a slight golden tinge and expanded.

It began radiating soft golden rays that seemed to warm every corner of my body, dyeing my inner vision a reddish-gold. I felt my body becoming fundamentally different in some inexplicable way.

I felt stronger, my senses had sharpened, and most importantly, I felt… virilelike every one of my sperms had been supercharged. I felt that if I ever lay with a woman, she’d end up pregnant – that is, if she survived my attentions.

I opened my eyes to find my body glowing a with a mild golden brilliance and Lin prowling up to me on all fours with her nostrils flaring and eyes hazed with lust. Just before she pounced upon me, a thought ran through my mind:

That plan to conquer the Sect with sex just became a lot more feasible.


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