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Victory had never tasted so sweet as when he plunged himself between Shinobu's legs. For Douma, it was his greatest accomplishment. Before, this was as unattainable as seeing the sun. He’s now attained the unattainable. The uppermoon had taken the pillar girl from her home in the middle of the night to his cult; once he got her inside, he wasted no time tearing off her clothes. She fought him the whole time, but with little effort, he laid her down and kneeled between her.
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"Ah hah-mmmghhh, oh Shinobu~"
Once he removed his clothes, he couldn’t wait and spread her legs, then pressed his dick into her. The hashira screamed when his dick tore her through, inciting a painful reaction that made her involuntarily tighten around his large shaft. Past triumphs blurred together, becoming one faceless entity that held no meaning to the demon as he lost himself to the feel of the warmth that Shinobu radiated from within and the smell of blood that drove him insane.
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She lay there on his bed, exposed to his colorful eyes. He drank in her nude figure, her breasts moving with his thrusting hips and every little gasp she let out. Compared to his body, she was so small; it made it so easy for him to hold her down while he fucked her senseless, ignoring the pleas of his own flesh in favor of satisfying his own hunger for her. He wanted to eat her so badly! The way her lips were parted made him slam his lips against hers, pressing his tongue against her teeth and tasting her, savoring every last inch of her, which drove him crazy.
His long tongue eagerly explored her mouth, licking the inside and wrapping his tongue around her small one. He kept his mouth against her, giving her no time to breathe while he tasted more and more of her. He only pulled away when he tasted something metallic on his tongue. Realizing she may have accidentally bitten him, he pulled away, leaving a string of saliva and blood, and licked his lips hungrily with a libidinous smile.
"Oh, ahhh Shinobu, I've been waiting for this for so long," he gasped as he slammed into her, feeling her slick heat and tightening inside of her. "I'm so happy, so so happy~"
The way her blood stained his length with each thrust intoxicated him, and the sound of skin slapping and his balls slamming against her ass encouraged his movements. She wants this too, he tells himself.
This was what he needed, this was what he craved. The ecstasy that came rushing into his veins, the warm, sweet release of her slick walls tightening around his throbbing cock, made him let out a deep growl of satisfaction.
"So hot and tight, such a wonderful body. A girl should be like that, shouldn't she? So delicious, so tasty…" Douma's hand moved to play with her breast, rubbing circles on her nipples and then pinching it while his other hand was still on her hips. Shinobu moaned loudly, making his cock twitch inside her. His hips pumped harder against hers. Her cries grew louder when her pussy clenched tighter around his shaft. He always liked breasts and how full they were; he would typically watch the women in his cult breastfeed their children whenever he could because he found it so fascinating, and with Shinobu, he could experience this.
His fingers continued to fondle her breast and stimulate her nipple, teasing it before sucking it. Her back arched at that, and it only added fuel to his desire. He wanted to suck and bite more, to take everything away from her with every touch and caress. Shinobu felt so good around him, and he wanted her to feel good too. He closed his eyes for a brief moment because he wanted to watch her face while flicking his tongue around her nipple and sucking harder.
There was only Shinobu. Her body was a perfect match for his own, and his demon heart thumped like its name. He could hear her heart too! Hear it racing as fast as he was. They were so close! Their hearts beat as one, their souls harmonizing like two pieces of a puzzle. Douma felt everything, and it felt great. Everything and nothing all at once. And there was something else he couldn’t quite place. Something that made him want to melt inside her and always be one with her.
He couldn't help himself; Douma felt his lips curl back in a smirk, a whispered growl escaping him. "Mine."
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She was frowning at him, Shinobu shaking her head, no, her violet eyes troubled. He repeated himself, getting her to try to understand him—maybe she's not that smart, he thought—thrusting his hips hard enough to rip a gasp from her lips. He loved the little sounds she made—the sighs and the squeals, and especially the moans. He wanted to always hear her; no matter what she said, her voice soothed a sweet melody that he would always find to melt his heart.
Everything had come down to this one instant; the outside world had been shut out of the room, leaving her untouchable in his bed. Her hair spread out around her head and shoulders, she looked well sprawled out on his bed's white sheets. He slipped his claws into her thick hair, the black and purple strands spilling out of his palm, silk-like in texture, richer than anything he'd ever touched.
It was all he could do to refrain from ravaging her, taking every part of her until there was nothing left but a shell that belonged only to him. But he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ruined such a beautiful creature.
The thought of pushing forward was intoxicating, and he found himself wanting to do so much more. "I love you," he breathed against the skin of her throat, his teeth biting gently. A metallic taste filled his mouth, his teeth sinking slightly deeper and earning another groan from the woman beneath him. He hilted inside her with each thrust, his balls pressing against her opening; it felt so good in these positions.
Like a goddess, everything about Shinobu is perfect: her skin is soft and smooth, her body is small and slender, and she has round breasts that fit perfectly into his large hands. Douma touched her now, and marveling at how well their colors contrasted each other, she bit her lip to stifle a moan even as his hand molded and squeezed her breasts. The pale, soft flesh curves and fits against his palms, despite her small stature, she had a rather large breast, not that he complained. He plays with them, pinching and making her cry out in protest. He was happy. Happy to make her feel this way, happy that he was the only one to experience this with her. No one else can look at her the way he does, and he will do anything to ensure no man will be anywhere near her.
It makes him jealous that others got to see her, speak with her, see her smile, and maybe even love her. But they were never intimate with her; when Douma penetrated her, he was delighted that he could be the man to make her into a woman.
The way her blood stained his length with each thrust intoxicated him; it made his shaft tingle each time it rubbed against her walls that clamped down on him. She wants this too, he tells himself. He’s showing her how much she means to him and that they belong together. She has to enjoy this as much as he does!
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He thrust harder and more forcefully until more screams filled the room. His cock pulsed, and he pants; his senses are hyperaware of every little noise she makes.
"----" She's saying something. He can't hear her words, but he can see her violet eyes wide and pleading. Shinobu gasped and moved her hands up, digging her nails into his chest and pushing against him.
She’s touching him back! Her hands pushed against his sweaty chest; his dick pulsed at the contact and tears blurred his vision. He was so happy! So happy that she was reciprocating one way or another. Douma couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to do. Shinobu squeezed her eyes shut and pushed back more and more. She clawed at his skin until he bled, but Douma didn’t understand it. She was trying to get away from him, and he let her try—anything for her to touch him. Even if she was trying to hurt him.
His hips were a blur between her legs; the sensation of her slick walls against his sensitive cock was enough to make Douma lose all sense of reason. Her tight insides squeezed at him like she was trying to push him out. Each thrust made Shinobu scream louder; she kept shaking her head and pushing on him, but it only encouraged Douma.
"Ahh~ Shinobu, Shinobu, keep doing that!" He moaned, his voice hoarse, a feeling akin to euphoria spreading through his entire body. "You have no idea how long I waited for this. You don’t even know; you can’t even imagine!" His hips rolled forward once again as he continued to call out to her, and it felt almost painful in the best possible way. He didn’t care anymore; all of his focus was on his beloved. Shinobu’s moans became more frantic as he began moving faster.
"You have no idea what you've done to me! These emotions you make me feel, I want you to feel them too!" The words poured out of his mouth without thinking: "I want you, Shinobu! To feel these emotions, to experience them for me! Don't you realize?" He pressed a sloppy kiss to Shinobu’s neck, making sure his wet tongue trailed over the delicate skin. "What you gave me has changed me, has changed me forever. And I need you. I need you, Shinobu! Please, please let me have you!"
The sound of her pleas mixed with his grunts; the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips; her breath coming out short and shallow.
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What was she saying? Why is it that whenever she speaks, he cannot hear her words? She can hear her voice, her sweet moans that make his cock ache. She’s speaking to him, but he can’t understand. Only focused on the sweet sounds of her voice, he refuses to hear her words.
"Oh, you're so cute when you’re trying to talk," he cooed, leaning forward to pepper her face with kisses. He pulled his cock out until only the tip was inside her, then slammed it back in with one thrust.
"----!" A choked cry slipped past her trembling lips. Shinobu covered her eyes with her hands; his movements proved too much for her. She looked so vulnerable, so broken, and so exposed to him and him alone. Douma gave her a heartfelt smile, his claws pinching one of her nipples, then moving his thumb along her jawline and brushing away the tears.
"Shhh. It's ok. This feels good, right?" He whispered softly, his other arm wrapping around Shinobu as his hips rocked his shaft inside of her again and again.
"This feels so good, better than anything I felt before! Nghh...I wish I had done this a long time ago.. ahhh....no man or woman could ever compare to you, Shinobu! My Shinobu~"
The blond demon buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent, which only made his thrusting harsher and more possessive than before. His tip slammed against her cervix every time, each thrust becoming more harsh and needy.
He wanted to always be with her. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered eating her, making her a part of him much like his followers, but he wouldn't dare eat his precious Shinobu. She did not deserve such a meaningless ending as those foolish women he consumed. No, Shinobu deserved more! She deserved to be worshipped to the heavens, to be cherished for hours and hours until she was so swollen and sore that it felt as if it was her only comfort. Douma wanted her to feel what she made him feel.
This wonderful sensation of love shown in the form of sex is the best thing he could do, and it's working!
She's aroused!
She's moaning!
She's touching him back!
She's his!
She's his!
Her moans echoed off the ceiling and into the walls of his room. It wasn't long till she was screaming, thrashing underneath him, and crying out. Douma's breathing became harsher by the second. His penis reeled in pleasure at her tight walls swallowing his length as he continued to pound into her mercilessly.
"Mmm, ahhhhh Shinobu, do you want me to fill you up?! Do you want this?!" His pace sped up, his breathing quickened, and he could feel her orgasm building in her body just below the surface of their bond. She was close; he could taste her climax, feel her hot liquid pool in the bottom of her stomach, and taste her sweet release. He’s feeling exactly what she’s feeling.
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"Nnn, Shinobu! Of course, you want it; you're made for me! You'll take all my love and everything I have! Everything I am, and more! We belong together, Shinobu! Only we do! We’re made for each other!"
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He was going crazy with his movement, bulging her stomach; Shinobu’s eyes rolled back at the brutality of it; the sweat glistening off her skin made him salivate; he had the urge to take a bite out of her right then and there but resisted; he wouldn’t dare hurt his beloved.
No.
He wouldn’t dare hurt her.
He’s not hurting her one bit.
Shinobu is enjoying this.
This was what he needed; this was what he craved. The release that came rushing into his veins, the warm, sweet release of her body tightening its grip around his throbbing member, made him let out a deep growl of satisfaction.
"Fu--mmm, I’m-oh Shinobu, I’m cumming!"
"-- --- -----!!" His cock jerked harder at her last word, the sharp pain making Shinobu jerk underneath him, and his orgasm exploded through him. The demon stilled, and his tip twitched and spurted his semen deep in her womb. His mind swam with colors he'd never seen before as he emptied himself into her body, spilling his seed deep within her warm womb. His head spun with images of her smiling and laughing, of her beautiful eyes lighting up as he brought her happiness, of her pink tongue licking her full lips and the glistening moisture coating them.
What a beautiful sight!
"Ah ah mmm hghh Shinobu…hghh." A heated growl escaped him. Douma pressed his lips against Shinobu, crushing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, drowning both their sounds.
He came hard, his body convulsing and shaking violently. He collapsed against Shinobu's naked body, making sure he didn’t crush her with his weight and broke the kiss. The upper moon held her close as she shook uncontrollably next to him, her body covered in sweat and her breaths labored. His own body quivered, his heart pounded in his chest, and deep contentment spread throughout his body. He kept his penis inside her even as he was starting to soften; he wanted to savor every feeling of her.
Coming down from his orgasm, the clarity started to set in. He blink and stared at her crying face; the sweat and tears amplified her beauty. He suddenly felt vulnerable, like these emotionless shields had been lifted from him and put him in a state of exposure. Watching her tremble and turn her head away from him, tears filled his eyes when his mind came back from its high.
"Oh, am I crying... I'm happy too. What a strange feeling! I don't know how to explain it. I'm not supposed to feel anything...but I do. I feel good...Shinobu...Shinobu!"
Douma let his tears drip on her chest and gently turned Shinobu’s face back towards him, kissing her softly on her quivering lips. No tongue; no biting; just a gentle kiss. He ran his fingers along her soft cheek, tracing every little curve and crevice of her face. Now he has something, has her, the only person to bring these feelings out in him; these physical pleasures he took from her body did more than just make him feel good. It enticed him into a mental state where he felt attached and bonded to her, and he wanted to experience everything with her and only her. She is his paradise now.
He wanted to laugh; this was overwhelming for him.
"You see how you changed me, my love...you gave me something I would have sworn that I could never have. This is truly amazing!" He caressed her cheek lovingly and then nuzzled his face into her hair, his nose burying itself between the silky strands.
Douma finally pulled his softened penis out of her, and blood and semen leaked out of her vagina and stained the white sheets beneath. It made his smile widen even further. He carefully got off her and moved to lie next to her while they were apart Shinobu shakingly tried to get away from him, but the demon quickly grabbed her by the waist and yanked her back so their bodies were pressed against each other, making sure that she was unable to move. He placed a kiss on her damp forehead and stroked it soothingly.
"Where do you think you're going? Your husband's right here." He chuckled.
The blond demon held her closer. He closed his colorful eyes, reveling in the warmth surrounding them and in her presence. He embraced Shinobu's naked body and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"I’m glad I became a demon; how else could I have met you? Now that you’re with me, I’ll never let you go." The confidence and sincerity in his cheerful voice brought out a different reaction in the insect pillar.
There was an odd hollow look in her violet eyes like all the life had been sucked out of her, but Douma ignored it as he did not see it. Being an uppermoon brought as little meaning as the thrill of fucking Shinobu. Yet, as much as Douma imagined Shinobu was enjoying it and responding to his touches, he could not comprehend that she did not enjoy it one bit.