Samurai 2.0 - Destiny: A Harem Fantasy Adventure

by April O'Malley

  “Wait,” Ratnakar said, “we don't need to...”

  Karma held up her small hand. “Shush,” she told him.

  Fate looked at him and smiled. “This is what we do.” Now fully undressed, both girls climbed onto the bed mat on opposite sides of him. He felt the excitement in his body ready to explode as they started to put their hands on him. They kissed and caressed his face, his chest, his arms, moving downward but never quite touching him fully. He let out a small moan of anticipation.

  Each time he tried to touch them or kiss them, they pulled away and giggled slightly, evading his touch and pushing his hands back down to the mat. They were driving him crazy and finally he could handle it no more. He grabbed the face of the first girl that came close and almost crushed her with his lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she pulled away for a moment.

  “No, no,” she said, “like this.” She slowly moved her mouth back over his and gently, seductively, her tongue began to caress and touch his. He mirrored her actions and found it much more pleasurable. Then, she moved and the other girl took over. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and leaned down over him, kissing the whole time. Her soft hands were all over his face as she did so, and her touch was amazing.

  Then he realized the other girl was removing his shoes and beginning to undo his trousers. He was slightly embarrassed because he had never been around girls before, much less been intimate with one, so two at the same time for a first was overwhelming. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to do anything correctly. His pants were slid off of his body and deposited on the floor, and he felt small hands moving up his legs, his thighs, and finally he groaned when she touched him and his eyes closed.

  The girl on top of him smiled and continued to kiss him as the other girl took him in her mouth. The moans that escaped him pleased both girls and they continued to caress, kiss, and touch him all over. Soon, all three were naked and the girls were moving in different positions all around him. They showed him where his hands and fingers were to go and what to do, and he was amazed at the feelings that flooded through him.

  Then, it happened. One of the girls straddled him once more and lowered herself down on top of him. He had never felt anything like it before and his eyes fluttered back into his head. She moved lightly side to side and then up and down, and he groaned repeatedly. The other girl straddled him as well, her crotch close to his face, and then cupped his head in her hands, raising his face where it needed to be. She moaned lightly as he found what she wanted him to do.

  Just before he felt like he could hold it no longer, both girls stopped and stood up. He was puzzled, had he done something wrong? Was there a step that he missed? But, to his surprise, they simply switched places. When the second girl lowered herself onto him, he almost couldn't stand it. After only a minute or so, it was just too much and he had to let go. He let out a small yell as he did so and both girls smiled at each other.

  When it was over, the three lay on the bed mat, still naked. They remained like that for a while, just lying there together. He felt like he needed to say something, but the way that they curled against him told him not to do so.

  Finally, Karma rose up on one elbow, facing him. “We have special skills,” she said.

  “I see that,” he replied with a smile.

  From the other side of him, Fate said, “This is how we have stayed alive for so long.”

  He sat up. “I hope you don't think I expected that from you.”

  The girls sat up next to him. “We did not,” one said. “We felt you needed it,” the other added.

  Ratnakar laughed. “I did need that.” He rubbed his face with his hands and moved to the edge of the mat to find his clothing. “I have to go into town, but I will be back,” he told them as he stood up and pulled on his pants.

  The girls sat on the mat, naked, smiling up at him. “We will be here,” they said in unison.

  He headed out of the room and ran straight into a pile of boys in the hallway who had been peering through cracks in the door. “What are you doing!” He tried to chide them, but it fell flat. He knew that he would have been doing the same thing at their age. “Go on! Get on with your business!” he told them and they scattered. He went into the living room and found that a fire had not been lit yet and he yelled at the boys to get it done, now.

  Boys scurried this way and that, trying to get a fire going quickly. As they did, others began to arrive with more daily spoils. They emptied their pockets and bags in the kitchen, and divvied up the food. The boys had a good day and brought back a lot of it. But Ratnakar knew that they could not keep this up forever. The shop owners would catch on eventually and some boys would get in trouble. They had to find another way to proceed.

  He stood up and got everyone's attention. “Tomorrow,” he said, “I will begin to train you in the art of sword fighting. While you won't become samurai overnight, I will teach you what you need to know to defend yourselves.” He paused for a moment. “After I feel that several of you are good enough, we will start robbing travelers that come through the roads into town.”

  The boys cheered at this idea.

  Ratnakar told them, “I know the roads, I know the trees, and I know the best places for laying an ambush.” He thought back to the thousands of times he had left the monastery unnoticed and moved through the trees into town, seeing travelers loaded with riches. “There will be times when there will be battles, so you need to have some skills to rob as we need to. So be ready to practice tomorrow. I will hand pick the ones who will train and then ones who will continue the daily take. No complaining about those decisions, am I clear?”

  The boys nodded in agreement. Then he straightened up and said, “I have to go into town. No one bothers those girls, do you all understand?” The boys nodded again, eyes still wide from the show. “If anyone does, they answer to me.”

  He walked past the group of boys and out the door. Outside, the fresh air felt so much different to him; he felt more alive. He closed his eyes and breathed in the warm air for a moment before he turned and walked toward town. He knew of a certain weaponsmith that he needed to visit tonight, hopefully when the shop was deserted.

  As he moved through the darkened town, he was happy to see that the shops were already closed up. He leisurely ambled through the streets, looking as if he were simply out for an evening stroll. He passed the weaponsmith, casually studying the outside of the shop. He then went down a couple of blocks and up the alley when no one was watching.

  At the back of the shop, the coals from the stoves were still red hot. No one was around. He hid himself among some crates for a bit, waiting to see if anyone was still inside. Nothing moved in or around the building.

  Finally, when it was almost pure blackness outside, he moved to the rear door of the shop. The door was reinforced with iron brackets. He wouldn't be getting in this way as it was locked from the inside. He went around the side of the building and found two high windows that were cracked open a bit to allow some of the heat out.

  Bingo!

  Carefully moving around some crates, he stacked enough to reach the windows and hoisted himself up. The windows swung open and he peered inside. The shop was darkened with the exception of the trough of hot coals still smoldering in the center. Several unfinished swords lay on cooling racks nearby. He swung himself into the shop and then lowered himself onto the cleared workbench below.

  Now inside the shop, he moved quietly and quickly among the racks of finished weapons. He looked through the shelves of axes, swords, and hammers. Finally, he settled on two smaller, nondescript plain swords that would be easily overlooked. He snatched them from their stands, and using some twine from a nearby table, he strapped them to his back. While he was at it, he took some time to look around the shop at some of the other handiwork. Everything was beautifully made and he ran his fingers over several blades just to enjoy the cold feel of the metal against his skin.

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bsp; Then he saw it.

  On the back wall, set upon a beautifully ornate stand, was a sword unlike anything he had ever encountered. It was jagged and curved, with a unique black blade that held onyx lines throughout. The onyx glinted in the low light of the coals behind him and seemed to make the sword come alive in front of him. He was mesmerized by the look of it and he had to touch it. As soon as he placed his hand on the beauty, it began to glow. The onyx lit up the room so brightly that he was worried someone outside would notice the light through a window. He jerked his hand back.

  What kind of sword was this? He had never even heard of a weapon that could light up on its own. Slowly, he reached out and ran a couple of fingers along the side of the blade, feeling the jagged smoothness cacophony that made up the blade itself. A thrill beyond what he had felt with the girls raced through him. He had to possess this sword. He just had to. No matter what.

  Careful not to touch it too much and make it brighten once more, he pulled it from the rack by the grip. Below the stand lay the scabbard, and he carefully slid the sword into it.

  He had only intended to take a couple of easily missed swords, but this one, this one called to his soul. He could not leave it there.

  Returning to the window, he moved swiftly across the sill and out into the open night. Silently, he slid the window back to its original position. The crates were still there waiting for him. Dropping down on them softly, he scaled the creation of a makeshift crate ladder. Once on the ground, he scattered the crates so it would not be apparent how someone came in.

  He held the black sword in his hand and looked down at its scabbard for a moment. Another chill ran through him.

  In the blackness that was the night, he moved through the alleys and streets, taking a roundabout way to the farm house. He was sure no one had seen him, but he wanted to make sure no one was following him, just in case. At the farm house, he found only the boy on guard awake. The house was completely quiet and darkened. Ratnakar went into the kitchen and unstrapped the swords from his back. He took one of them and walked to the guarding boy at the window. He presented him with the blade and told him that whoever was on guard needed to have this by them, just in case. The boy looked a little unsure, but took the sword anyway.

  Then Ratnakar moved through the tangle of mats of sleeping boys on the floor and headed to his room. When he opened the door, he pursed his lips in satisfaction. The girls had cleaned the room, straightened his bed mat, and pulled in a table and some crates to act as shelves. They had even found a new blanket for his bed. He was amazed. He lit the candle that they had left beside his bed mat and began to study the black sword.

  As he held it, he began to hear voices. He froze and looked around, but no one was there with him. Looking back at the sword, the onyx flared once more and he was drawn into the sword itself. His eyes locked, his mind focused, the sword started to reveal its knowledge to Ratnakar.

  The sword told him it was the Kurou No Tatsu, or the dark dragon, and it chose who its master was. It told him it was angry for being kept on a shelf for so many long years and it longed to be used once more. It promised him everything: power, wealth, immortality – and Ratnakar listened with a raptured attention.

  As the sword revealed one of its secrets, he felt his left arm burning and he couldn't pull up his sleeve fast enough. On his left forearm, just below the elbow, a symbol appeared. The sword told him this symbol was for Strength and that it would allow him to grow in his physical strength daily, so that no one could best him in any type of fight.

  Ratnakar grinned wickedly. The sword was pleased that he was happy and it revealed one more thing to him. A second symbol began to burn itself into existence on his arm, right under the first. This symbol, the sword explained, was for Cunning, meaning that he would always be able to spot weaknesses, exits, and advantages over others.

  Ratnakar let out a small, disturbing laugh. The sword encouraged him to drift deeper into it, to look further into the onyx, to let the symbols fully flow through his body. He did as he was told, caught in the sword's trance.

  He never once paused to consider if the sword itself might be evil. He never stopped to think that something could be wrong. Any contrary thought to the sword was pushed down as the sword itself drowned any voice of reason and sanity that Ratnakar would have had about the weapon and replaced it with a burning need for more.

  Ratnakar sat for hours on his bed mat, holding the sword's blade in his bare hands. The sword was ingraining him with knowledge and the power that went along with the first two symbols. Ratnakar finally asked where the sword came from. The sword replied that it was not of this world and that it was sent here to find another not of this world. The young man asked who the other was. The sword showed him an image of another sword, another almost black sword, a sword so deep a maroon color that it appeared black. It showed him how the sword was used in battle, and how the other sword glowed as this one did, with an inner fire that struck down all foes. However, the sword paused, this was only when the rightful owner used it.

  Ratnakar was quiet for a moment. He asked if the other sword was his enemy, and the sword in his hands immediately answered yes. That it had to be found and destroyed. Ratnakar nodded and made the promise that he would locate and demolish that sword.

  Ratnakar sat like this with the Kurou No Tatsu until he fell asleep on his mat some time before dawn. As the morning sunlight began to softly peek through the windows of the farm house, it seemed afraid to even come close to the black sword lying across his body. The sword glinted in the darkness as if winking to the sunlight that it would soon be overtaken as well.

  Chapter Six

  His seventeenth birthday celebration was to be an event to remember throughout the lands, but Akio couldn't fully enjoy it. Instead of the preparations and the celebration itself, his mind was torn between two things: finding the outlaw gang that murdered his father, and his mother forcing him to get married. For the past month, she had been parading girls in front of him like horses – forcing them into practiced lines for his benefit, making them smile at him when they clearly didn't like him one bit, and then scowling at him when he showed no interest. Finally, his mother came to him two days before the celebration with news.

  “Akio,” she said, sitting down on the soft chair next to his battle table, “I have made a decision.”

  He rolled his eyes slightly, thankful his back was still to her. “What is it, mother? What decision have you made for me?” He put down the bun he had been snacking on. Dinner had not been exactly what he wanted and he was still hungry.

  He could hear the hurt in her voice as she continued, “I have decided that your birthday celebration will be your wedding as well.” The statement caused both of his eyebrows to jump up and him to spin around immediately.

  “What in all of hell are you talking about? It will most certainly NOT be a wedding. It is my birthday.” He paused before anger got the best of him and he said something he could not take back. “Mother, this is my birthday, not some sham of a celebration that you can manipulate. Plus, I have not chosen anyone at all. How can I be married with no bride?”

  When she grinned, he felt the chills inside. “I have decided for you.”

  He took a deep breath and crossed his arms. “And who have you decided on? One of the many you've paraded around in front of me these past few weeks?”

  She shook her head lightly. “Oh no,” she said with a huge smile as she stood and came a couple of steps closer to him, placing her hands on his crossed arms. “I have chosen for you Arima Saru. She is the daughter of the wealthiest merchant in the city, really in most of the lands around us as well. She is beautiful, she is fully trained in the ways of the court, and she will make a good wife for you.”

  He knew of Saru and, even though they had spoken twice, he didn't care for her much. Yes, she was beautiful, but she was also cold and hateful. “Mother, you cannot make these decisions without telling me.” He lo
oked at her. “Please tell me that you have not already offered the family my meaning to take her as a wife?”

  She was silent.

  “Mother...” he said with a deep sigh, “you did not. Please tell me you did not.”

  She turned and went to the window. She was quiet for a moment and then said, “Son, Akio, she will make you a wonderful wife. She has everything you need in a wife: status, training, beauty, wealth...” She paused, lowering her head and putting on her best voice to shame him into agreeing, “Just do this for me son,” she begged, “you need a wife if you are to rule effectively. You need heirs to continue the family lineage. You need a strong front at home for your people to rally behind.”

  His anger was boiling inside, threatening to lose itself on his own mother. He was beyond mad that she would not only plan this out, but extend a proposal to someone without him knowing. Instead of saying anything back to her, he simply walked out of the room. He left her standing there at the window, knowing how irate he was.

  Outside, in the courtyard, he came upon some of the builders who were putting together a massive area for the celebration. Tables, chairs, decorations, and more were scattered everywhere, but in a way that was building the excitement for the celebration to come. His anger abated slightly as he approached the chaos that would become his birthday party. One of the men noticed him and brought the others to a halt as they all paused to honor his presence with low bows.

  “You honor us with your presence, daimyo,” the head builder said, approaching him and bowing.

  Akio bowed back. “This is looking wonderful,” he said.

  The other man smiled. “Thank you, sir. Is there anything you wish to add, or change? We want to make sure everything is perfect for your celebration.”

  Akio shook his head. “No, it looks great. Just continue with the plan that we set up.” He paused, and then rubbed his chin with his hand. “However, I do have another request for you, when you are finished here, of course.”