Yaoguai the Body Modifier

Satorei

I felt myself falling forward. I was being enveloped by a bright, warm light that carried me upward and away. No sooner had I felt myself departing that I was deposited on a soft, grassy field with the smell of dew in the air. I was in some form of temple in the sky, circular in structure and built around a giant, glowing tree in the center to which every path led. Over my head where I landed were large torii, sacred arches that formed the barrier between the physical and the metaphysical, found at Shinto shrines in my homeland of Japan.

Around the giant tree were many altars and shrines dedicated to every religion I had heard of and many that I had not, all placed in reverence to its branches. There were worn-down Japanese shrines with peeling paint and dead branches littering the grounds. There was a large Catholic cathedral with a dilapidated organ and cracked stained-glass windows missing a roof so its non-existent congregation could look upon the tree during its services. There were synagogues and Tibetan Buddhist temples and mosques, and circles of idols carved from wood that stretched out for miles beneath the warm twilit sky. And just on the other side of the torii was my partner—glowing, tall, and beautiful—having taken a mostly human form with flowing raven-black hair down to his knees.

He was naked. We were both naked. My hand was ethereal, and I could almost see the grass through it, but my body felt youthful, vibrant, and full of energy in this calming space. My lover had smooth, pale skin and towered over me in height, with womanly curves, a round ass, and a plump uncut cock sitting under his hairless flat stomach. His face was well-concealed under his curtains of hair, but I noticed one large, concave opaque eye and large piece of bone jutting out where his mouth should be.

I approached him with an open hand, reaching under his hair to feel his soft skin for myself. I buried my face in the middle of his youthful chest and smelled his rosy funeral home perfume while he rubbed my back with one hand and ass with the other, my cock stirring against his leg. Just being there with him in this location made it feel a thousand times more sacred and holy than seeing any man-made altar.

“Am I dreaming?” I breathed, pressing my hands and face to his chest as he held me, my pulse quickening with desire.

He spoke in a serene voice that did not come from his mouth, but the space around his entire being. “I apologize for bringing you here with no notice, my love. This place is not in your physical reality, nor is it a dream. It is a segment of what humans refer to as Heaven, a fragment of the Almighty. It was built by their servants’ hands to serve as a test of faith.” A gentle warm breeze sent magnolia blossoms fluttering over us.

“What an amazing idea for a date. I love you so much.” I stood up on my toes to suck on his neck, my cock hardening out of its sheath.

“And I love you.” His cold hands lightly ran up and down my neck and back. I could feel his own prick starting to twitch against me. “I have something important to discuss with you about this place and that tree. And a gift to impart to you.”

He broke away, and it took all my effort to not be all over him right there. We walked together to a small decaying shrine and sat on a bench, his arm around me. I pulled his head down to mine and kissed the dry piece of bone sticking out from it, running my hands across his deformed face underneath the mask of hair as he lovingly stared at me with his huge otherworldly dark eye.
“As I was saying,” he continued while hugging me tightly against him. “This place has a story to tell. An important one.” But I was not listening.

“That tree off in the distance is said to contain the blessings of the Almighty. Each fruit contains the infinite depth of knowledge and creation within it, and the tree itself is tended by his servants to be worshiped by the lost souls that find their way here in a crisis of spiritual corruption. Those that find themselves here may choose one of two options. They may bow at the altar of their choice and praise God and all Creation to return to life full of renewed spirit and conviction. Alternatively, they may opt to…claim Creation for themselves.”

My need for his body was growing by the second. I couldn’t wait any longer for his story to be done. I pushed him down on the bench and wrapped myself around his body, my throbbing erection pushing into him, sensitive head poking out of its sheath to press against his smooth skin. I moved the curtains of hair from his face, needily grabbing at the bone structure on it looking for his mouth so I could kiss him.

“My love…” I could tell from his quickening pulse and twitching cock that he was also going wild. I grabbed it and stroked it, causing it to rapidly expand to full mast in my fist as he exhaled out his mouth hole.

We heard a loud, resounding rumble nearby as the rusty gong against the wall of the shrine rang out of its own accord. An offering box sitting on the altar fell to the ground with nothing around to act on it.

“This is a sacred temple,” he whispered in his serene voice. “Those present do not take kindly to such open carnal displays.”

Disregarding this, I ground myself into him, massaging his chest and neck, and felt him hump back into me with song-like grunts. I felt around the bone on his face, noticing something soft and inviting behind it. I grabbed his face bone, applied some force, and pulled it down with a loud crack, then entered the hole with my needy lips, tasting something velvety, pink, and fleshy beneath it that sent electricity straight to my groin and got him pulling his bone down further to try to grant me more access. I attacked it with my tongue, causing whatever it was to pulsate and tense up, my lover stroking my back with shaking hands.

An icy wind blew on our backs. The bench we were on lifted in the air, dumping us onto the grassy ground, then careened into the opposite wall, smashing into a hundred pieces. Tiles from the roof of the shrine flew at us, embedding into the ground next to our bodies.

I rolled over and pulled him on top of me, his rock-hard cock pressed into mine, its base hitting the sweet spot on the underside of mine just right, and sending shivers and surges of ecstasy through me that made me moan and gasp with each hump.

“I need you,” I breathed into him, kissing the base of his neck. He reached around to my ass, spreading it with his cold, damp fingers, and pushing one into my hole, causing me to shudder as he hit my prostate. I ran my hands over his own huge, smooth, round ass and down his own crack to his hole that seemed wet and slippery as though we had already been lubing it up. I shoved two fingers in and they went in without resistance, eliciting a loud exhale as his ass tightened around them and twitched. We continued grinding our cocks together while fingering each other’s asses. My breaths became faster and faster. My muscles began to tense as energy built up for an explosive release, the first one in this astral form.

“Stop…I’m….” He gasped. I pulled my fingers out, and he moved away from me with a twitching rock-hard cock, edging off his impending orgasm. Mine was also close and nearly lost its load from a gust that blew over it the sensitive tip. The sky, which was a sweet caramel twilight when we had entered, was now black and filled with dark clouds that surged with lightning. “I want this to last,” he panted, massaging my chest.

A deafening crack of thunder shook the area. Cold, torrential rain began to fall in buckets, passing through our ethereal bodies as we lay on the grass. The shrine we had been in seemed to disappear before our eyes, leaving us in an empty, foggy landscape being soaked by the heavens and torn into by gusts of bitter, gale-force winds that failed to move us a single inch. Instead of stopping as the spirits commanded, I snuggled against my lover to start the next round, his one cold body becoming my new beacon of warmth.

“They’ll kill us,” he said. “You’re so fucking naughty even God wants your ass.” He stroked my still-hard shaft.

“Take my ass,” I growled. “Before he can get it.”

“No! I need this. Right now.” He stroked me harder and more urgently. “My ass has been starving for your seed since we got here. I have a special surprise I know you’ll like.” The word ‘surprise’ went straight to my cock. He knew what I loved. And Heaven was the perfect place for it. But Heaven was not pleased.

A bolt of lightning hit the ground twenty feet away from us, starting a fire that burned even through the rain and wind. It spread at an unearthly speed through the grass until it made a full ring of flames around our sinful bodies. I was not about to be stopped before I got what I needed.
I forcefully turned my lover over, pushing his hair curtains aside, and spreading his huge ass open with my firm grip. His hole twitched and dripped with a clear lube. I ran my mouth up his crack, tasting his tense and lightly shaking perineum and moving to his tight asshole, causing him to yell out in a shaky groan as it pulsated under my tongue. “Your cock!” he yelled. “I need your cock!” I refused and kept sucking as he spasmed and groaned under me. I reached around and felt his own hardness at full length, dripping with pre-cum and flexing against my hand. “Please!” he begged.

I got up on my knees and buried my shaft balls-deep into his tight hole with no resistance. “Uh-uh-uh,” he moaned as his body shivered and shook. I started with slow thrusts to draw it out, but I knew neither he or I would last long at this point. “Yessss,” he breathed and did a sudden kegel, closing around my length and sending sparks up to my chest. I just about came right there, and from his gasps, he did too. As I thrust into him, the rain and winds around us had stopped, and the fire was dying down. Silence filled the air apart from our groans as we made love on that sacred land. But in the fog, it seemed we had an audience.

Off in the distance, I saw a figure with cold, empty eyes half-shrouded in darkness. It stood still, just watching with those eyes. And then two more appeared from the fog beside it. And two more after that. We kept fucking. The moon flickered. They were now closer, standing in a circle around us watching us fucking with those dead eyes. I increased my speed. They were people. They were ghosts. The moon flickered again. They were now closer to us than the ring of fire. I could make out their faces as I panted. People I knew. People I’d offed. Right before my eyes was none other than the pallid flesh of Kojiro Kaito-san, my first, the wannabe child molester who’d wormed his way into my hotel room, his face now hollow and menacing. The thought of his spirit rising to watch me make love years later sent a surge straight to the tip of my cock that hardened it inside my lover even more than I thought possible. I leaned back and gave him a forceful thrust, eliciting a signature crackling gasp that told me that, in this body as in any other, he was very close.
I thrust again and his hole closed around me in a tight kegel that filled my cock head with a sharp pain. “Fuck yes!” I shouted involuntarily, feeling something sharp retract from it. “Teeth?” I choked in pleasure as I tensed up, my climax building fast. The circle of ghosts were right above us, arms outstretched when I stroked my lover’s chest with a trembling hand and let my animalistic desires overtake me, forcefully thrusting my cock in and out of him with deep grunts.

“Give me….ahhhh!” he screamed as his ass muscles contracted, pressure building up fast as he reached his point of no return.

“Bite it off!” I yelled, slamming my fist into his back, which sent him over the edge, spewing shot after shot of his cum over the grass that sizzled and burned it in patches that it hit. The teeth in his ass closed around the base of my cock, severing it from my body and sending me higher than Heaven and back into Hell with ecstasy. “Fuck! Fuck yes!” I roared, slamming my lover to the ground and shooting my milky load out of the bloodless stump all over the face and body of Kojiro’s ghost in three large bursts, the rest dribbling to the ground as I panted with my muscles continuing to contract.

I laughed hysterically and fell onto my back, spent, as the ghosts stood inches away, unable to finish us off as we’d done it to ourselves, and Kojiro covered in what he was desperate for but never got on his last day alive. My stump had already regrown into a full-sized cock that was flaccid and still dripping with my remaining juice. I laid with my arms behind my head with a grin waiting for them to make a move, but they never did. Instead, they just faded away into nothing. The land around us began to warp and change back into the sacred land we had seen when we first entered this realm, a warm breeze hitting our damp bodies. I crawled next to my lover and embraced him as we napped together on this once again calm land.

When we awoke, it was twilight once again, and I was already getting horny again pressing into his naked hair-covered body. We rose to our feet, and he reluctantly pushed my hand away from his half-hard shaft and told me he still had an important reason for bringing me to this place. We approached the giant, glowing tree. It radiated warm energy that intuitively told me it was being watched over by something unseen and powerful. It glowed with a lavender hue and all of its trunk and branches were covered in small purple orbs that looked detachable and inviting, like tangerines it was offering to its guests.

“This tree contains the depths of Creation,” said my lover’s serene voice as he pressed into me on my right, caressing the left side of my torso. “Many desperate, lost souls on a path of corruption have found themselves here, and many chose to claim the power of Creation for themselves. To consume one of these fruits is to have your deepest wish granted.”

I looked up at him, realizing he wasn’t about to stop me, and then I approached the tree, prying a purple orb from its trunk with no resistance. Immediately, the tree grew another fruit to replace the one I took. I almost expected a trap to be sprung on me, like vines coming out of the ground, but there was none. Just a warm breeze against my body. The fruit in my hands had a hard shell and didn’t seem like anything special. It was just a large orange the size of a football. I turned it around in my hands.

“Just crack it open and eat it while making a wish?” I asked. He split it in two with his power. The inside was a pulpy, squishy mound.

“I will shield you from any harmful consequences. Let your desire become manifest.”

“What harmful consequences?” I had already figured this was too good to be true and tried to close the fruit, the juices covering my hands.

He took the fruit from me and threw it on the ground. It burst into flames and smelled of rotting flesh and ash as it was incinerated into nothing. “I did not do that,” he said.

“Are you trying to trick me into eating something that’s going to kill me?”

“Quite the opposite. That’s what the keeper of this tree means to do. And it’s far worse than simple murder.”

I pulled away from him. “Then why bring me here and tell me to eat it?”

“Think of it as a honey pot. A wise entity knows it will attract the sort of flies they mean to consume. But with my power, you can take some of the honey without being consumed. We’re outsmarting a being that never assumed someone like me would come along.”

He could see that I was still suspicious and continued. “Its possible effects are almost limitless: immortality, powers, eternal youth, perfect health, time travel to fix old mistakes, bottomless luck, everlasting career success, a perfect and devoted lover, incredible talent; if you can conceive of it, the tree can make it happen.”

“But I only get one wish, and it costs my soul?”

“Not your soul. Yours is already forfeit. The tree was not planted to harvest souls, but misery itself. Servants of God did not plant this tree as the legends suggest. The seed was sown by someone else, something else, perhaps Lucifer himself before his fall if you’d like a Biblical metaphor. The fruits give the harvester all they ask for, but there’s always a catch. An immortal man may stay young in body but lose his mind to dementia, wandering in fear and pain with no grip on reality but unable to die.”

“Is this where your power came from then?” I looked at the bone jutting out from his face and wondered if his lack of conventional beauty in all his forms could be due to such a curse.
“Of course not..” He trailed off without elaborating further, then changed the subject. “I believe I can reverse whatever curse is given to you by the fruit so long as you wish for only one thing. Think of it as my way of giving something back to you for all that we’ve accomplished together. I love you with all my being, Satorei. You are beautiful and precious to me.”

I leaned in and kissed him on the neck, pulling him into an embrace, my cock stiffening once again. I grinned with the idea I had for the fruit. Something I’d always wanted. We broke our hug, and I went to grab another orb, holding it in my hands. Once again, he split it open with his power.

“What are you going to wish for?” my lover asked me.

“You’ll see!” I greedily shoved the fruit into my mouth and ate it all in two bites. A fire began to burn in my esophagus and move down into my stomach. My body filled with a hot energy. It felt like I was flying as the ground of that sacred temple melted away, leaving him behind.

I jumped awake with a gasp, feeling a pain above my bare ass beneath the dank covers. I had sweat profusely, and my left arm and leg were both asleep. I remembered the cheap motel room I’d fallen asleep in with my lover nowhere to be found. That’s right, he went off to do his own thing. But was all that I experienced just a dream. And then I felt it. I shrieked out loud in elation. That dream was no dream. It had given me exactly what I had wished for.