Chunyang glided smoothly between bodies, slipping and sliding in false passions.  There was nothing here but empty urges to be sated.  She felt nothing from the beating hearts of those that twined inward upon each other.  Nothing but false promises and hopeful ambitions.  her lip curled imperceptibly, her face still a pleasant mask.  Disgust poured through her.  True, she had partaken in such emptiness but she had purpose and the night never ended in sated pleasure but the satisfaction only death could give.  Her mind entertained the thought of running through a few of these dogs in heat but then that would upset the mission.<br/><br/>She paused in her search, room after room only yielding scenes of carnal display.  some mundane and some that made her tilt her head sideways.  She watched it all with cold eyes, the pupil of black a mere dot.  She lifted her head, feeling a change in the pattern of energy around her and smiled.  She could feel her shadow and the flesh along her arm rose in little bumps.  She looked to the spot where Yurei would be, a shadow cast where even in the brightest room of this mansion, she would still be a near her sister.   She nodded and turned back to her search, seeking out the power of their target.  She must have been getting closer as the sounds of lust and debauchery grey.  The softer gasps of pleasure now paled in comparison to the growing cries of passion.  The heat of bodies surging against one another in desperate futility to obtain that moment of climax was starting to become almost tangible.  It brushed back the chill that was her shadow and she turned to where Yurei would be and cocked a brow in question.  She did not think she would get an answer but she pressed on, only to be stopped by a sweat slicked wall of muscle.<br/><br/>The man was not bad looking and glancing down she could see he was a bull ready for rutting.  She looked up into his face and smiled sweetly even when he reached out and cupped her breast.  She did not flinch or cringe as much as she wanted to.  he took that as invitation and moved his body closer to her, the protruding appendage pressing to her bell.  A huge arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other hand squeezing her breasts.<br/><br/>"Baby, you have got to be the hottest chick in this place.  Tell me you want me to bend you over and fuck you hard, because I think I can ride your pussy into the sunset," he said, his accent having a Texan twang.  She wanted to stick a knife in hiss gullet the moment he touched her and breathed his alcohol sour breath in her face.  She didn't like being touched and certainly not by this man.  She noted a closet, and with a sweet smile, nodded, pushing him back, her hand stroking his thick penis.  She opened the closet and flicked on the light, noting it was big enough.<br/><br/>"I'm new and kind of shy.  Mind if we go in here?"  She asked as he let himself be pushed inside.  Once inside, she closed the door he began to lift her dress.  She reached up and frowned, then smiled, his hand trying to slip into her underwear.  "Get on your knees, you are too tall."<br/><br/>The stupid man obliged her and pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts, the dusky pink of her aureole staring at him.  He mad to move his mouth to one and she held his face and looked at him, the smile she wore changed, the wicked twist making him flinch.  "You disgust me.  How dare you assume to ride me like some kind of horse."<br/><br/>Not giving him a chance to become angry, she held fast his head in her hands and twisted, the sharp snap of his neck breaking, satisfying her.  He fell to the ground and she straightened her illusion, turning out the light as she stepped into the hallway.  "I will need to bath after this.  I feel soiled."<br/><br/>She spoke to no one but knew that the shadow of her heart was close, had probably scene.  Had understood.  She continued her pace toward her goal.  She did stop to peer into one room.  Nine men gathered around one girl, taking turns.  The used woman looked just that...used but happy.  The curl in her lip could now be seen and she hastened away, heart speeding up as a memory consumed her.<br/><br/><em>She came to her room, half in shadows and on her small table near her folded blankets was a rice cake.  It was her sixteenth birthday and she knew with a fluttered smile that Yurei had remembered.  It was a game now, to see if Chunyang could sense her friend but she was eager to share her sweet with someone dear to her.  Ever since the day, Yurei came into her shadows and Chunyang witnessed for herself the fearful quality of the young girl's power, she made sure Yurei understood.  She had seen eyes that darkened to black and the horror, but she was not afraid and instead welcomed the girl in open arms and made a Blood oath that they would never be parted.  She did not want to have her only friend think that she would distance herself now.  No....never.  <br/><br/>She was about to kneel on the floor pillow when a knock came at her door.  Opening it, she found one of the Master's grinning, but there was something odd in that grin.  <br/><br/>"It is time for your new training to begin.  You are of age and with your gift, we have chosen a specific regiment for you.  Come now."<br/><br/>Chunyang obeyed and followed him to a separate building in the heart of the compound.  He opened the door and beckoned her inside.  She looked behind her to see if her friend was there but saw nothing but shadows.  She turned back, hesitant.  Something was off about this.  She entered into a darkened room, in the center was a blanket laid out on the floor and twenty men in the room.  She did not understand and turned to the Master, who closed the door.  "I don't understand?  What kind of training is this?"<br/><br/>"You are to be given the tools you need for espionage.  Do not fret, you shall enjoy this as much as we your teachers will be giving it to you."<br/><br/>His words were like a cold hand gripping her spine and she steeped back.  The teachers drew closer, closing the circle and she found no escape.  Heart thudding, she felt a moments panic.  They came for her as one, there techniques faster, stronger....she still had so much to learn.  They slapped two bracelets to her wrists, the silver tightening, magicked.  She could not bring forth her swords and then they ripped her robe from her body, leaving her naked, her fear, metallic on her tongue.  They too disrobed and came for her.  All of them.<br/><br/>Outside, one could hear the screams.  Screams that subsided after an hour.  Two more hours passed and the men left, one by one.  Chunyang left last, looking broken and the worse for wear.  Clutching her torn robe to her, she went back to her room and sat before her rice cake.  She put her hand out on the table, palm up.  She said nothing, just trembled and when she felt that warm touch on her fingertips, she began to cry. </em><br/><br/>Shaken that such a memory had invaded her thoughts here in this den of debauchery, she shivered once her steps seeming to take her to the pulsing center of the house of orgies and sin.  She stood in the doorway and did as she was taught by the teacher's who taught seduction.  She leaned on the entrance doorway, looking sweet and innocent but with the nature of a sinuous tigress.  She looked on and thought about the man who sat upon a throne, women at his feet, three of them fighting to take in his manhood.  There bodies twined with one another, as other pushed to get his attention with their breasts and their sex.  Others in the room were engaged in stranger pleasures and some she wondered how they would even think it were pleasure.  "This must be him," she signaled by hand.  He had to be the one, the natural world seemed to shiver in his presence.