Yashakiden: The Demon Princess, Volume 2 Read Online Free

his interest.
    The water turned red.
    Observing that the boat was in the center of the spreading stain, Mephisto looked down at the girl’s torso. Water gushed from the gaping round hole where her head used to be, water of the same crimson color. Probably her “blood.”
    The arms lying there in the bottom of the boat, drained of life, lacked the fullness the girl’s had possessed. The sunlight shone off the hard, ceramic skin. She was a doll.
    Steady as a ticking clock, the boat slipped across the bloody surface. Time passed. A band of light on either side of the river caught Mephisto’s attention. The glimmer of a rainbow.
    A waterfall.
    The mist engulfed him. The spray condensed in rosy pearls on the boat’s gunwales and on Mephisto’s white cape. The breeze brushing his cheeks died. The boat came to a halt. The water poured swiftly over the waterfall toward the new battlefield. A white mass bobbed along in the currents.
    Mephisto’s sharp eyes identified it as the body of a naked woman. It disappeared momentarily into the mist. Not just one. More came tumbling over the watery cliff. There were now more than ten around him.
    The bodies were dragged down in the whirlpool, and then floated to the surface face down.
    Abruptly the bodies raised up their heads. Water streamed down their faces. Every manner of salaciousness and wickedness was etched on their voluptuous features, like something out of a bad dream.
    Pushing themselves up with their arms—as if the surface of the water was hard as ice beneath their palms—the women came to their feet. Red rivulets slid across their bountiful breasts and dyed the dark hair between their legs. Theirs was the beauty of hell that never saw the true light of day.
    â€œWhat do you think of us?” asked one woman, pushing out her abundant breasts. “We are not your pilots or guides. She’s dead. Give us your blood and your life.”
    â€œYour journey ends here,” said another.
    â€œThe boat is dead in the water. There is nowhere else it can go.”
    â€œStay here with us forever.”
    â€œWe come for those men who live on the surface of the water. Look!”
    The women directed their gaze to where a great logjam of ships barricaded the narrow river. Here a bow jutted out of the water. There another floated just at the water line, the hull cracked and covered with moss. Something white dangled over the sides. The bleached bones of a man’s arm and skull. The empty black holes of the eye sockets stared back at Mephisto.
    â€œYou are not the only one who has sought our mistress. But you are the most handsome.”
    The woman who spoke had an aura of almost frighteningly raw sensuality. Her voice was laced with danger.
    â€œIn four thousand years, some one hundred men have sailed this river. Scholars and poets, warriors and warlocks. Alchemists who drove away the serpents with their strange concoctions. Huge ships stocked with slaves that were fed to the serpents. And so they made it this far. They all had the same goal—to drive a stake through our mistress’s heart. Why have you come here?”
    Her eyes, colored with fierce hatred and deep derision, suddenly softened. A change wrought only by the kind of passions a woman can hold for a man.
    Mephisto’s eyes in response were gentle but firm. “Where is your mistress?” he asked dispassionately.
    â€œI don’t know. And even if I did, it is a place well beyond your reach. Better you spend eternity with us along this bend of an unflowing river. We will give you everything a man could possibly need.”
    The woman who had spoken first cupped her breasts and lifted them up. The nipples grew erect. A white substance arced through the air onto the floor of the boat.
    â€œMilk for you to drink. Flesh you may take from any of our bodies as much as you like. And we will pleasure you the way a man should be pleasured, night after night after