Oyasi: Cock Hungry and Deadly

"What is it?"

"Well, we oyasi's are supposed to be the spirits of beings and places. (her face squinted painfully.) So, if we stay at a place for more than a moon cycle, we become tight to that place. Unfortunately, you are a Chinese shipyard slum oyasi. Yeah, that sucks."

"What? I will never be able to leave this dump anymore?"

"There is a rule that could get you out of here. Oyasi's have a second purpose. We are the collectors of Ainu People souls. You have meet Aiko, the onsen oyasi. She is the main guardian of all the Ainu People souls. She stores the souls of dead Ainu in the monkies."

"Now, you must have an Ainu ancestor or Aiko couldn't have turned you. Do you know who it is?"

"My cousin Chokichi real mother might have been an Ainu. Her father had her as a mistress. It would explain why Chokichi looks different than his mother."

"Okay, that's a lead. As you can't leave here, you have to get him here."

"What do I have to do then?"

"You have to extract a copy of his soul with your vagina. Once you hold the copy inside of you, you are granted passage to bring the soul to Aiko's hot spring. You just make sure that you never come back here or you get trapped again. Actually, never stay anywhere long enough for a moon cycle to complete. And, you should be fine."

"Eck, sleeping with my own cousin is so disgusting. We grew up together."

"Grr, you Japanese are so uptight. Accept that he probably fantasized about you as a teenager and rubbed out quite a few at night."

The London-esque woman was very cold in her demeanor. Yet, I noticed that she stayed with me. Her body was planted firm like she wasn't going to go anywhere with all my hesitations and tempers.

"Why do you help me?"

"It's very easy. The panel told me to take care of you. After all, we are of the same oyasi kin now. Getting turned is very confusing. So, I know that I have to put up with a few tempers. Let me help you locate Chokichi."

She handed me her iPod and told me to listen to it with my eyes closed. The thumping, bass heavy club music streamed through my head.

"What do you see, dear?"

"Nothing, my eyes are closed."

"Dear, everybody sees lights and fuzzy stuff with their eyes closed."

"Yeah, I see pulsing light. Big Kermit eyes are looking at me. Now, they are gone. There is a lot of random color moving around."

"Keep looking, Tamiko."

"There are some circles that keep staying with me."

"Describe the circles."

"There is a blue circle the size of a penny. There are some green circles further out. They are very clear circles."

"The blue circle is me. Oyasi show up as blue. Humans, we call them food, show up as green. You should see three green circles for the vagrants sleeping over there. The music helps you tune into your internal radar. It's not radar. We just call it that."

"Oh my gosh. The constellation of the dots totally relates to the location of people around here."

"I just told you! Now, zoom out and search for your cousin."

"Why I feel like this non-descript green dot is my Chokichi?"

"Because it is him! Do you get anything that I tell you? Now, focus on him. Remember, how you get into people's heads. Do the same to the circle."

"You know all the dots looked the same. However, this one is fading a bit. It's kind of like Chokichi. He always stands in the doorway, when we play. And, then he fades slowly back instead of coming in. Oh, and the edges of the circle are so sharp. They remind me of Chokichi's hair styles -- always styled and sharp."

"Keep going. What's his favorite food?"

"He always told us that he loved maple syrup pancakes. But, somehow the green dot seems to prefer Kimchi. I can literally see him walking down the stairs of a little hole in the wall single table restaurant to an old Korean woman."

"Yep, getting into the heads of the ones clothes to us is hardest. We have so many wrong conceptions about them that we can't see them for who they really are."

My mind read the memorable scenes of Chokichi's mind. He did have a photo of me. I was standing in a neat dress for a school photo. He'd be naked on top of his back. He'd press the photo of me against his erect penis. The definition of his young muscles were evident in the low evening sung. He lay on his back with a pink sock of mine lying across his face. He'd inhale the foot stink of my feet.

"Lady, you are right about him."

"Now call him. Imagine that he is meeting you here. You are deep enough in his mind. Paint out how he can get the money for the plane ticket and everything. He is a young boy. He might need guidance on that."

I didn't tell her. When I painted the photo of Chokichi taking me, I painted an enormous scene. I painted a wooden stage/hill/altar kind of thing. I painted a giant red platform bed on top of it. White curtains were enclosing the bed and flying in the air. We had a romantic love cocoon.

When the bewitched workers showed up to build it for real, the woman chided me. Yet, she didn't think my childish extravagance was any real danger. We were in an ignored slum. You could have parked an alien spaceship here and no outside person would have taken notice.

The woman's name is Bethany, by the way. We talked for the next few days. I started to understand what my new destiny had become. I learned to control my sexual appetite. I could now nibble on a man and let go with ease. Bethany kept telling me to practice hors d'œuvres. She was funny with how much diligence she trained me. Her big lesson was to blend in. Use the powers only as little touches.

Soon enough, the worker's building my dream love next only thought of me as a sweet, sexy flirt. Nobody died anymore. They all just enjoyed and I snacked on their life force. Always remember, hors d'œuvres!

The big moment arrived. My cousin stepped into the slum. Without words, I took him by the hand. We walked up the stage. The thirty or so steps felt like stepping to a wedding altar. The towering stage took us out of the slum into another sphere. The white curtains flew in the air above. The red platform bed invited us.

His face was in a trance. He sat down. He didn't move on his own. He was under my control. I enjoyed unraveling him out of his fresh clothes. I took my time to undo his short and take one arm after the next out of it. I caressed his chest. I neatly folded his clothes onto a pile to drag out the time for more enjoyment.

I put his limb penis into my mouth. That's what cousin penis tastes like. He was really limb. Whenever my tongue pushed on his dick, his dick just vanished like a pile of feathers blown at. His dick tasted pretty neutral. Good hygiene, I guess. For a moment, I got lost in playing with his penis. Coming up from under my mind control, he whispered dazed, "Why am I here?"

With him laying on the luxurious bed with the high cotton count fabric, I was in love with the fresh, young, and shapely body of his. His skin was so pale. I decided that out of all the men that I had slept with, I wanted to make this my virgin voyage. The other men did not count. This was the first time that I was going to enjoy making love.

Remembering, Chockichi's love for my feet, I placed my small feet onto his face. He started kissing them with tiny little kiss walking along the bottom of my soles. He inhaled deeply a whiff of my feet. Then, he suckled on my toes. He took one after the next into his mouth. Not being able to get enough, he tried to stuff my whole foot into his mouth. He breathed, "Oh, I hoped my whole life for this moment to come true."

Before I was getting ready to straddle his rocket, I took one last look at his body. I love the compact shape of Japanese bodies. They are neat and ready to go. I sunk my love hole onto his meat. I was ready to go with my juices flowing. I rode him cowgirl style. He looked up at me with his eyes half closed. I knew that he would be able to remember the whole thing. I hoped that he thought of my body as beautiful.

I made love to him softly. We built a sheen of sweet. We rolled around the big platform bed, wrapped our limbs in the soft fabric, and gazed at each other's bodies with abandonment. I made slow love. He wouldn't come any time soon.

I learned to let him come up from under my spell just a tad bit, so that he actively participated. He'd roll me on my belly. He'd fondle my breast. He'd kiss me passionately. He even whispered a few "I love you"s.

Inevitably, the moment had to come, when he finally did release the semen into me. After all the built-ups and gently releases earlier, his actual orgasm was soft. I let go of his body instantly not willing to harm him. A drop of semen rolled out of his penis. I wiped it with my index finger and fed the drop to my hungry cunt.

Bethany walked beneath the white flowing curtains and clapped with sarcasm. As much as she was British, she was tactless. She stood haughty with her high heels and sharp, elegant dress. I was naked and embarrassed to be caught in my erotic abandonment. My face glowed. Chokichi was half conscious from the erotic bliss.

"Well done! Let's get out of here. We are taking my G6."

G6 that is a Gulfstream 650, the toppest of the line private jet that money can buy. I am sure Bethany didn't pay a dime for it. Or, at least, the dimes were not hers to begin with. The cabin was too low for her to stand up. We were sitting in plush chairs that were on easy to turn swivels. Wood panels raised the ambiance. Champagne was Bethany's way of making things stylish.

Chokichi was fully conscious. Well, he was in a frenzy of excitement for being on a G6. He couldn't stop exclaiming how 'rad' and 'super' everything was. He'd look out of the window. He'd read all the bottle labels in the open bar. He'd pace back to the cockpit door. He'd knock politely. The pilot would show him all the controls again with the docile patience of a Doberman, when everyone knows that the Doberman is about to attack, yet the person in front of him is blissfully unaware.

When we reached Japan, Bethany waved the chipper Chokichi to take a look out of the window. She showed him exactly the house that he lived in. She pointed out the big soccer field near his house. Then, she handed him a backpack that looked very much like a parachute. She opened the door to a dramatically sucking air stream. She threw him out with the parachute.

My mind couldn't keep up with how fast things were going: "Did you just throw my cousin out of the airplane?"

"Ha, don't worry about it. Guys love that kind of stuff."

"He doesn't know how to sky dive."

"He doesn't need to. The second shoot automatically deploys at 2,500 feet. I'd throw a baby out of the plane and know that it lands safe and soft."

Somehow, I believed that she had already done it. She was the kind of women that didn't fuzz around with anything.

For hours, we sat on the plane. Bethany did nothing. She sat with her legs crossed. I couldn't tell if she was good at waiting or if in her mind she was entering other people's minds. I was impatient. I was bored. I was more out of my element than ever.

"Beth, where are we going?"

"I wish we were going to London. I love London. Did I mention that I am from London? I have lived in every suburb of London for twenty days. I can't go there anymore. It's that stupid one moon cycle rules about oyasi's. We have to keep moving."

"What do you do, when you have been everywhere on earth?"

"Your question is not as silly as it seems. Some of us have faced that problem. You can delay the inevitable for a while by spending time at the polar caps. However, eventually even the harshest ice deserts have been used up. Then, we have to make the hard choice of picking a place to spend the rest of our eternity. When that time comes, make sure that you pick a hot spring, metropolitan city, or tropical island. Don't accidentally get caught somewhere, because you didn't keep accurate count of your days there."

"That sounds almost sad."

"It's our destiny. However, I am taking you somewhere fun."

The plane set down in the heart of Africa on a dirt strip. The grass was vibrantly green and bowed under the soft breeze. The dirt was radiantly reddish-brown. A simple hut served as the traffic control tower. A man with a donkey offered taxi services. The hills were rolling softly.

"Let's charge up," said Bethany. She sexually seduced the idle men waiting in the shed of the control tower. Seven bare feet simply clothed men in shorts and t-shirts were rallying around Bethany. "See honey, no powers needed. They love my white flesh." The men softly laughed. One was humming a rhythm while watching on. Another held a bottle of golden beer.

Bethany and I went into the middle of them. We teased them with looks, kisses, touches. And, of course, we mounted them. We fucked them. They bared their long shlongs without hesitation. Eight to ten inches was the standard African size here. Their black daggers plunged into our bellies. We hors d'œuvred like mad. We even had seconds and thirds. The man took little harm from our nibbling. The experience was sure to grow a local legend: The tall Londoner and the spunky, little Jap.

Stepping aside, Bethany told me that we had enough energy. Like in the forest with the police guards, I was filled with energy. We started running across the hills with the knee deep grass. Dark thunder clouds filled the sky. Among the lightening, we were carefree kids running in the rain.

Our lungs breathed easy like resting, while our legs were running at super human speed. It felt so exhilarating. Every racing step released a little crescendo in our muscles, a crescendo of endorphins -- feel good hormones. We ran for ours.

I remember my anticipation of every little hill. I loved the creeks with our giant leaps across. The creeks were lined by bushes through, which we pushed. I loved the swift hand movements to push the branches out of our way. I remembered laughing off a stinging branch snatching into my face. I loved it of, because we were so high and drunk on life energy.

Bethany made sure to guide me into desolate, rural areas. We scantly so a hut here or there, no villages or hamlet. On a hill, Bethany stopped. She stood on a white, square rock. Her gaze was focused on a village beneath us. A few mud huts with straw roofs stood in a circle.

"Close your eyes and listen to the iPod."

My heart was pounding. My whole body was slick wet with sweat. Sweat was running down my nose, chin, back, everywhere. I calmed down enough to listen to the music. Now, I could immediately tune into my radar. There was the blue circle for Bethany. There were green circles indicating humans moving around the village. Some were close. Some were far away. There was a red circle.

"What is the red circle?"

"That's the village shaman. It's red, so that you know to stay away from him."

"Wow, so all the talk about spirits, heaven, and hell is true."

"Don't be silly. Most of these shamans are quacks. They learn a few magical tricks and trust in the placebo effect for their theatrical acts. However, you never know. The one that we face may have actual powers. Always avoid red circles and stay alive."

"Can we go? I am scared. What if he can sense us up here?"

The cool Bethany was for the first time excited. Her mouth spoke fast. Her gestures were sharp. Amazing! She had been running in her high heels and upper class British outfit through the dirt and fields.

"There is a point to being here. I will teach you to stalk the prey. One by one, we will make love to them. Whenever one leaves the group for a desolate area, we will pick them off men and women without discrimination."