text: The small outbuilding she had been called to was floored with fresh tatami mats. They smelled of clean, sweet grass and rice straw. The master sat in the middle of the tiny structure. Beneath him was a thin cotton pad. Beside him rested a dipper with water and a large travelling box of the type carried by many yamabushi.
  
  Satsuki bowed at the doorway, her hands properly together, then sat awaiting his command.
  
  "Approach!" he said.
  
  She swivelled slightly on her heels and delicately closed the sliding door, rose, took three steps, and knelt again, her hands on her lap. He examined her for a while. She had the flat face and high forehead of the true aristocrat. Her lips were full but small, her carriage erect. Only the browning of her face indicated that she had spent several full days in the sun. Her eyes were modestly downcast, and her long hair hung down her back, held by a simple ribbon. She waited with perfect patience and acceptance for whatever he would deign to give her.
  
  "Strip!" he commanded, his face immobile.
  
  She raised her hands gracefully to the small of her back and quietly slid the intricate knot of her sash free. With an elegant motion she moved her shoulders, and the fabric of her robe pooled about her hips. She restored her hands to her hips and arched her neck to one side, affording him a glance at her perfect neck. Her eyes were downcast, and a faint ghost of a smile played about her full red lips.
  
  He raised his hands before his face, and his fingers curled intricately in a mudra of power. "Undo me!" he commanded. Satsuki leaned forward, her breasts swaying with the motion. Her deft fingers undid the ribbons of his pantaloons, then delved between his legs to loosen his loincloth. His cock lay in a bed of black hair. She sat back again, her hands once again in her lap. He had, she noted, almost perfect control. She wondered what would be the best way to please him. Obviously he expected no initiatives, at least overt ones, from her. But even so, there were possibilities.
  
  He waited for a long time, his glittering eyes never wavering from her face. She sat quietly as a porcelain doll, only the slight rise and fall of her pale breast, tipped with pink, betraying the fact that she was a living thing.
  
  "I am male!" His voice was deeper and even more powerful. His right fingers pursed into the shape of closed flower bud pointing up. His cock, like a soldier called to duty, swelled at the words and came erect out of its bed. The plum-colored knob stared at Satsuki's downcast eyes with its single blind eye.
  
  "You are female!" His left hand, held low, opened into the cupping shape of an open flower. She bowed slightly and readied herself appropriately. With the suddenness of a tiger he leaped upon her and bore her back. Her hands cushioned their fall. His cock pushed between her legs, and with one thrust he was carried the length of her sopping quim. Their hairs meshed with a squishy sound. He stared at her with some surprise and a trace of respect. Satsuki felt as if a glowing coal filled her channel. His pole was a warm, strong core that warmed her cool being. She held him lightly with her thighs, warmed by the pressure of his presence. He jogged his rump once, then again, allowing her to feel the full length of his masculinity. His mouth sought her, and he filled the cavern with the warmth of his tongue. She met the probing oral digit with a surrender of her own, lightly licking the surface as he probed her insides.
  
  Suddenly he started moving his cock furiously into her. His balls banged against the mounds of her ass. She smoothed the muscular thighs with her own, her face as remote and quiet as before. He raised his head and looked at her face. The calm acceptance he found there seemed to please him, as did the tiny beads of sweat that lightly dusted her forehead.
  
  He changed his plunging thrusts to a circular motion, and she fitted her own movements to his. Her tiny clitoris was ground under the power of his muscles and bone, and she felt the delight well up inside her, though nothing of her internal sensations showed on her face or in her movements. He brought the tip of his member to the lips of her cunt and twiddled it there for a while, then plunged in anew, bearing down on Satsuki's beautiful body with his full weight. Her breathing quickened as he repeated the treatment.
  
  At last he withdrew altogether, then knelt before her. She lay there, a picture of female joy. Her eyes were slightly closed, her face lightly touched by sweat. Pink nipples, erect and glowing, peered at the ceiling atop faintly flushed mounds. Her smooth belly curved down to a mass of sopping black curls in which trickles of moisture could be clearly seen. The hair barely hid the sweet red gash, slick with her moisture. Her thighs were slightly raised, framing her damp pussy, waiting for his bidding.
  
  His cock started to twitch and pulse. "Do not let it go to waste!" he ordered.
  
  She opened her eyes and focused on his crotch. Without a second's hesitation, she came to her knees and bowed before him. As the first spurts of milky fluid emerged from the open mouth of the hole, she caught them in her waiting lips and swallowed. So skillful was her mouth that he could feel the faint stir of her breath on the sensitive tip while the tremours of his orgasm shook his frame. Not a drop was lost.
  
  He folded his arms and looked at her while she knelt before him.
  
  "You might be the one," he said thoughtfully. "We must check fully."
  
  "I am honored, sir, at your confidence in my poor self," she murmured.
  
  "Come, we will try again."
  
  This time his procedure was straightforward. He lay back and helped her mount him. She slid down his waiting pole, which had not lost any of its hardness, until their hairs meshed. He guided her with his hands, then indicated that she should move herself. With growing confidence she rocked over his body. She clenched her cunt sometimes, enough to increase the urgency of his sensations, yet not sufficiently to hurry him. Occasionally she varied her movements, swaying gracefully over the tip of his maleness or grinding her soft lips hard into the base of his cock. He regarded her unmovingly for a while; then, as if he were unable to control himself, his hips started to gyrate wildly on the floor. She followed his movements with her own as her passion grew. His hands stroked her flanks and insinuated themselves between their bodies, where he pinched her labia. She sighed with pleasure, and her movements increased their tempo. He was now arching himself clear off the floor, and she rode him like a bucking horse, her own movements becoming as uncontrolled. Her mouth opened, and deep breaths emerged from her laboring throat. Her eyes closed to slits as she enjoyed the masterful use of his hands on her breasts, genitalia, and ass.
  
  Behind the ecstatic mask she carefully noted the control in his movements. As Satsuki matched her actions to his, it was clear to her that Daisangyoja's pleasure must precede her own. She controlled the reactions of her body, holding much in reserve, adding to her own pleasure in measured amounts. He reached beside him, and there was suddenly a hard pressure at her rear entrance. She smiled at him and leaned forward to bite his chest in gratitude and to allow the harigata easier entrance. The ivory prick slid easily up her waiting anus, and she leaned back again to enjoy the entire benefit of the two cocks, one real, the other artificial, that filled her.
  
  It took a long time before Daisangyoja would admit defeat. The female principle would outwait the male, being passive. But its passivity could be checked another way. He removed the harigata from between Satsuki's moon cheeks and raised her powerfully on his extended arms. She was bent like a moon bridge now, her face and feet close to his, her hips arched high in the air.
  
  "You must let down your dew now!" he commanded, and Satsuki obeyed.
  
  She trembled like a leaf, and her insides contracted in a powerful orgasm. She gasped for air at the power of her feelings as wave after wave of pleasure soaked her entire frame. The world came to an end, a pinprick of time surrounded by the sensations of her orgasm. Her liquids overflowed and ran down the insides of her thighs. Her only contact with reality was the grip of his fingers on her hips. As the waves of pleasure subsided he brought her down to rest on his chest, and felt the final tremours of her pleasure fade away. She closed her eyes and looked at him blindly for a long time, then smiled slightly and raised herself to kneel at his side.
  
  He rose to his feet and stood facing the wall for a long time, then turned back to her.
  
  "You are the one, undoubtedly. I can now proceed. The New Age of the Law is come. We can go into the mountains for the last time in this age. When I return, power will return with me." He was looking at her face but seeing infinity. She did not know what the meaning of his words was, but she responded with great propriety to his pronouncements. Bowing, she said, "Yes, master."
  
  "Hasegae! Tsuneyoshi!" he called.
  
  The two subleaders slid the doors aside and crouched at the entrance.
  
  "She is the one! We will proceed at dawn. Before that we must accustom her fully to her role. We will perform the purification now."
  
  They bowed in response and entered the hut. Outside, the yamabushi crouched in wonder as the first steps were taken in their salvation.