A Thousand Words: Youkai’s Playtime
It was a clear day, only a slight breeze whistling through the deserted warehouses that stood amongst the silent, empty docks… to any normal human’s eyes or ears, it would have been a perfectly normal day. But then again, no normal human could have seen me… Youkai, they called me, youma, demon, monster, aberration, abomination, many different words. My blue skin and hair, and the two small fangs that showed as I struggled to keep a toothy grin from becoming a chuckle clearly marked me as such, all ways to say “not human”…
Ahh… there she is now… perfect…
The humans all thought I wanted to hurt them, to bite their necks and drink their blood or some such nonsense… and maybe some of my kind did do that, none of my business. No, what I wanted… was something else. Something sweet, not bitter like blood, something aesthetically pleasing to the ear… and to the soul. My target approached, alone as hoped for, a girl of great power, and great weakness… Lured by the false positive I had made inside the warehouse whose roof I perched atop, a complex-looking vortex of energy, serving no purpose but to lure a victim. Golden-blonde tassels of hair swaying left and right, she checked the area around her in a vain attempt to detect me and entered the warehouse below.
I’ve got her… mmm-mmm… she looks tasty… To my eyes, green and violet, her body gave off a faint glow when I concentrated… a glow that told me just how sensitive she would be, and how much of a feast I would reap… Firmly I reminded myself that enjoying the prey before the hunt was done was a quick way to lose the prey entirely. Quietly, quickly, I sunk through the roof of the warehouse, intending to toy with her a little bit longer before I struck… I hid behind a stack of crates, and while the delectable blonde peered and searched around, reached out with my left tentacle and slammed the door closed, quickly retreating into hiding.
“Wh-who’s there?” she cried out, predictably, spinning around to face the door, now closed and locked, and no one visible to her eyes. Quietly, stealthily, I flitted around the periphery of the room, until I was behind her… The foolish girl was still looking and searching near the door, keeping her back entirely to me until I struck…! I twined both of my main upper tentacles around her arms, bicep to wrist, and in a sudden motion tugged her upwards to float in the air with me.
She let out a satisfying squeak as the blonde tassels of her hair flapped around like streamers, as she tried to twist her head and get a clear view of me, her assailant… Opening my mouth in a grin, I set to work on her, twirling secondary tentacles around her legs… Her left leg, apparently trying to kick free, had gotten caught doubled up, bent at the knee up and back, and now the sole of her boot wriggled around as I snared her completely, raising her arms above her head, floating a few feet above the surface of the warehouse…
Now the thinner, tertiary tentacles could do their work… All of my tentacles were smooth and fleshy on the outside as humans so often assume them to be, but the underside was not sucker-like or smooth. Rather they were coated with a soft hairlike material, similar perhaps to the fur on a domesticated animal. Experimentally, one tentacle slid back and forth over her lower ribs, stimulating her body through her shirt…
With her body pressed tightly against mine and bound in my tentacles, I could feel the sudden stiffening of her muscles and skin, as well as the surprised burst of sweet laughter… oh, the laughter, yes… I grinned as my tentacle slid slowly back and forth, stimulating her, making her laugh harder… My ears drank the sound as though it were the finest nectar of the gods. Carefully… mustn’t make her laugh too hard, or the feast will be spoiled… Two more small, thin tentacles approached her body, beginning to worm and wiggle their way under her shirtsleeves… and her shirtsleeves were elastic, meaning that quite a bit of wriggling was required to get beneath them…
At that, the golden-haired girl burst into a frenzy of cute, delectable laughter, subsiding when the tentacles had both passed underneath her protection. But her laughter was soon to escalate again, as the tip of my left tentacle, fascinated with the utter smoothness and sensitivity of her underarm, traced and prodded the skin… Sweet, melodious laughter rose from within her, making her body shake so that my tentacles could feel the laughter swelling from within her as it was expelled from her lungs. The other tentacle squirmed down her side and began brushing the right side of her ribs in tandem with the other, still on the outside of her shirt…
Now for my surprise… a very fine tertiary tentacle of mine, designed for this express purpose, gripped the top of her boot and slid it from her foot… Laughing hysterically as she was, it took her some moments to realize my actions, but when she did… “NO NO PLEHEHEHEHHEHEZE STOP NOT THAT!!!” Her body wiggled harder against my tentacles, ironically tickling herself more against me. It mattered not her struggles, I held her firm… and as her boot was slipped off and fell to the floor, she squirmed, as the fine tentacle split its tip into five, and those five points began dancing along her sole…
The tassel-haired girl exploded with incredible laughter, chest shaking as every last bit of air she drew in was immediately expelled, reverberating around the empty warehouse… filling my ears with the sound of heaven. Her bare foot, I knew, was producing enough sensations to equal almost all the rest in intensity… as I wriggled another tentacle up her leg to squirm under her shirt and over her stomach, I thought of a way in which I might bare that other smooth, creamy foot for my feast… As the girl’s body wriggled frantically in my grasp, like an earthworm wriggling away from a fisherman, I decided that I would have that boot removed, no matter what…
A sudden
knock at the warehouse’s door followed by a shouting voice snapped me
out of my
reverie, and the girl’s laughter fell silent as I stopped my
ministrations… If
her comrades were to arrive, I could not deal with them all alone…
Until I
could match them equally, my best course of action was to flee…
Hurriedly, I
released the blonde-haired girl, tassels of hair drooping almost as
limply as
her body from the aftermath of laughing her muscles to jelly. As I
leapt
upwards, through the roof of the warehouse and atop it, a grin curved
my lips,
a grin I could not seem to stop. I would call my brethren… and we would
feast
soon.