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Consider Me Charmed

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Pairing: Naga! Rengoku x Monster Hunter! F Reader / M x F

(artwork of Rengoku) 🐍❤️‍🔥

Summary: Reader is a monster Hunter assigned to kill Kyojuro, who is a Giant Naga who eats men seeking vengeance for those who killed his mother. Hunter becomes prey, and reader is taken against her will, into the depths of the mountains.

NSFW Warning: SLOW BURN (lots of buildup) Smut, tongue-fucking, dub-con, double penetration, cervix fucking, breeding, oviposition, creampie, overstimulation, poisoning/drugging, bondage with venom, size difference kink, biting, predator x prey dynamic, body horror, graphic violence/ gore descriptions, killing, dark content warning

SFW Warning: Fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, Rengoku has anger issues and trauma to resolve, he's not really a gentleman until the end hahah, death mention, happy ending, this thing is as long as the mf bee movie script

Word Count: 8.5k

TAG LIST: @rightintheguts @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday

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"AT THE BEGINNING OF MANKIND, man and beast walked the earth together. The world was full of terrifying, vicious, magical creatures….some who even looked like humans, before humanity’s existence.

In the world we know of, humans are at the top of the food chain. But actually, there are many creatures who reign at the top next to humans, and some who especially prey on humans. Some regions of humans made friends with certain species, and others… not so much. The Naga, also known as the snake person, is a creature thought to be even older than man, with an ancient power that cannot be perceived. The Nagas we know today, though, have since branched off and live in different climates, adapted to have different powers. Some Nagas are smaller and have such watered-down power that it’s just the five senses, but Giant Nagas never stop growing and eat humans and smaller Nagas.

“The Rengoku clan, also known as the Sun Family, is the most ancient of the Giant Nagas which is a type of Pit Naga (lives underground, perfect night vision but Rengokus can also survive above ground –hence the “Sun” nomenclature), and the most powerful family, from which all snake-people come from. Nagas are mostly cold-blooded and most do not belong in this family, despite having human traits at the upper half of their bodies…but the small percentage of Nagas with warm blood and very specific physical characteristics have kept the Rengoku bloodline strong and at its full power.

“A branch of the Rengoku family tree has especially warmer blood because one has mated with a human, (this warm Naga blood allows them to withstand any temperature–hyper-adaptability which leads to more strength, a faster metabolism, and a constant temperature when mixed with their magical golden spiked scales, activates a certain stone known as Nagastone which gives them power in battle that can only really be stopped with lightning magic—--demon blood magic** has made it so that any one who sword fights with a Rengoku Naga and sheds one's blood will feel the same pain they inflict upon the snake-person.

“Any naga of Rengoku bloodline can be described as having eyes that look like this Nagastone, colored red, gold, and white, that looks especially radiant and gem-like with the snake scale lid when they glow in the dark. Legends say their eyes not only have infrared vision like all nagas, and color vision like a small amount of nagas, but they also see into the spiritual world. (**See, the Rengoku clan is a clan with origins of speaking to demons and other cursed creatures. All other nagas aren’t seen as worthy so shouldn’t be seen as demonic).

“Legends say the blood magic and Nagastone that demons have given Nagas has made their blood run the color of lava, and the power that comes with blood warmth magnifies when a Naga mates with a human. Rengoku nagas who are attracted to humans can find a human mate and, and it’s recommended one of their bloodline does so every half millennium (500 years).

“Naga power structures are generally matriarchal, and war between humans and nagas is thought to be because of some humans and some misunderstandings. If nagas eat innocent humans, the Monster Hunter Society considers them as nagas who need to be hunted for the safety of mankind. Anyone who lives near the mount they reside in, be cautious as they live deep underground and come up to feed when they’re starving." (taken from chapter II of THE MONSTER HUNTER COMPENDIUM, written in 1890).

⟢ADOLESCENCE⟣

“Don't play with your food, Kyo, it’ssss inhumane.” Kyojuro looked up to his 12-foot tall mother (who had another 20 feet of tail coiled up comfortably, to be fair) and huffed, flicking a forked tongue in annoyance.

“But issn’t it a criminal, momma? Why doess it matter, if thisss human murdered ssomeone as young as me in human yearssss?” He looked at the man who was petrified, but literally couldn’t move. A giant bite wound with two puncture marks spilled a mixture of his blood and immobilization venom. Kyojuro’s eye slits narrowed even more at the sight of this middle aged man whose eye he gouged out and leg he broke “by accssssident, Ma”. She sighed, recalling how her sister thought the same violent way, and got killed for it a couple years ago. Still felt just like yesterday when a band of angry outlaws hunted her down and killed her in an ambush when she was just looking for food.

—She shudders each time she thinks of how her husband Shinjuro ate them in their village one night, and came home with some goods made out of her sister’s beautiful scaled skin (not all of them because they were most likely sold for a profit–she hopes they didn’t scale her alive, because she shed that day so this new skin was especially sparkly and desirable, but also would feel like getting skinned).---

“Ssssweetie, that type of behavior will get you hunted down, and people like the Monster Hunters will ssee you right away as a threat to all mankind, be careful,” she said, voice always soothing to Kyojuro.

Reluctantly, he nodded, and turned to the man whose upper body was as big as his. He gave the man a sympathetic look to appease his mother, and gave his neck a mercy *snap.* Then he unhinged his jaw and put the man’s head in his mouth, his nagastone jewelry making this man fit into his human throat until it went past his human-like stomach and went into his snake stomach, at that point the prey returned to its normal size and digested, making him grow. His mother was at least pleased by her son's listening. He’d do anything for his mom.

She was unnervingly beautiful, always the diplomat in her deceased sister and her joint ruling. They were Queens of the Giant Nagas of this region, and now that her sister-in-law got hunted down, she wasn’t sure what would happen to her, since she was definitely a giant Naga of highly decorated ruling status. Nagas, especially of the Rengoku royal clan, were some of the most misunderstood creatures out there. Once worshiped by ancient societies as symbols of fertility and thought to control the weather, Nagas were revered by humans.

But since the Rengoku family does have special powers that did come from demons whenever they wear jewelry with Nagastone in it—well, humans saw them as demons. Their scales, their hair, their eyes looked like flames (hence the slur “Hellsnake”, not helped at all by the horned viper horns); people would read them by their cover as all evil.

She, Ruka Rengoku, who married into the name and had more human blood (making her a warm-blooded noblewoman in the naga caste system) chose to not wear the crown passed down to her which was enchanted by the large Nagastone it held. That way her blood wouldn’t possess so much of the battle power. She was strong, but she wanted to rule a peaceful kingdom, and wanted to restore the relationship between humans and nagas.

Her husband Shinjuro thought that idea, while amazing like all ideas his darling queen had, was too ambitious. Humans now equated snakes with the devil, and many cultures thought of snakes as bad luck, the last time he went up to feed. But he always respected her wishes and followed the rule she kept of eating only criminals and not randoms.

Kyojuro looked up to her so much and loved her with all his heart. He was the heir, so he needed to find a wife who would be the next ruling queen, and she’d definitely have to be strong and sweet–the perfect balance–like his mother, his favorite person in the whole wide world. But he was only 200 (13 in naga years), so he still had 3-4 whole centuries before his prime centuries would start. He won’t think of that for a while. ‘Til then he was quite the natural warrior, unlike his mother.

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YOUNG ADULTHOOD / 1910

“Mother! MOTHER!!!” Kyojuro slithered across the grass as quickly as he could. Ten to twelve men lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, eyes in shock and rage as they watch Kyojuro cradle his mother. The full moon shines brightly across her dark scales, in contrast to his fire-colored ones, and the image is beautiful but haunting.

“Ma, we’re going to be okay, we’re Rengokus! You’ll survive!,” he exclaims, blinking back any semblance of tears before they form, smiling brightly at his mother, who was taking rattling breaths that were less snake-like, more coming from her ruptured lung that came by getting weapons stabbed into her tail and ribs. “We’re going to go up the mountain, and everything will be okay! I can pick you up!” he tries to carry his mother in a bridal style, but she’s smiling, knowing there is no way they can go all the way up in time.

“Son,” she winces even though he’s treating her like a butterfly and he stops, “You’ve grown to be such a strong young man, and I’m so proud of how far you’ve come these past three centuries.”

“But you’re going to see many more, right, Mother? I mean, Senjuro is still just a snakelet,” his smile is breaking, his composure is breaking, no, no, no, this is fine, he is okay! His mom is okay! Giant Nagas are semi-immortal, but his mother will not die! Not….a chance.

She smiles, then turns her head to cough blood away from her son. She has an elbow up so he doesn’t see but…Rengoku has super vision. He knows.

“Mother, this must be a dream! Tell me those humans did not just stab you and everything will be alright, Father will be …we will all be broken without you,” he looks her in the eyes, his are now pooling up against his will and a drop falls on her.

“Kyojuro…you’ll manage. I can’t just live forever….these humans …they dont know what they’re doing…not all humans are like this, I know this. Please trust me, son. The strong exist to protect the weak, and you were born strong. Tell your father I said to take care of himself, and Senji to go in whatever path he chooses. You’ll,” she coughs a cough that sounds absolutely dreadful, “you’ll do great…t-things, just..don’t be angry dear,” blood is spilling from her mouth and Kyojuro is laying his head lightly on his mother, tears streaming down his face, taking in each word.

“I love you, Ma,” he takes so long to say, because it feels like there’s lead weights preventing him from speaking…his brain is reeling so hard, his chest is hurting so bad.

Her hand weakly pats his back. “I love you……Kyo.”

Her eyes faded to black and there was no life.

Kyojuro shuts his eyes as tightly as he can, holding onto this feeling of holding his mother for the last time. How it’s come full circle.

She held him when he was newly hatched, and now here he is, supporting her body holding her the exact same way she held him. And he’s crying like when he was a baby who was entering an unfair world, and he’s crying again because of how unfair this world is with humans taking her away from him. She was peaceful. She didn’t have the blood magic on her because she didn’t wear the crown. They got to feel no pain being mirrored back, as they burned some scales, threw tar at her, stabbed her with stakes and pitchforks, whatever the dozen men could do, and she had just curled in her tail wanting them to stop.

“She. Wassssssss. The most noble woman on thisssss earth.” he hissed through gritted teeth and fangs, setting her down and closing her eyes for her. His eyes glower at them, but his expression is a smile.

“But I……am not noble.”

He picks up two men by the collar and spins them around at such fast speeds, their brains are dizzy and they get whiplash. “She didn’t wear the gemsss I’m wearing, becausssse when someone sheds my blood, they feel every ouncccce of pain I feel by being sssstabbed.” He throws them both up high in the air, and mid air strikes them down to land hard on the ground. Crunch. He sees red, “but I will make you suffer what she did.” He takes the weapons out of his sweet mother.

“Mother forgive me.” He’s drunk on sudden bloodlust and skewers the two men with a pitchfork.

Some men he picks up and throws back down to the ground in the same fashion. Others he rips off their limbs. Then he piles them all together, all still alive, and crushes them with his tail. He’s so angry that his kind nature is dark. His face looks serene, happy even, and he devours them all to get stronger.

Sweet Kyojuro is bitter. Bitter that someone took advantage of his mother without the Nagastone. Bitter that she had to suffer more for being a compassionate humanitarian. His blood boils so much he feels his skull will explode through pure rage. He wants to scream. He simmers. “I will never forgive human men until the day I fucking die. Kill. All. Men,” he whispers, spitting on the ground they all laid before he swallowed them up.

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You woke up before the sun rose as you have every. Single. Day. For moons upon moons that you’d see in the sky as you’d train until it was replaced by the sun.

You were a monster hunter. You were well-versed in the crafts of hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting, knife throwing, strength training, endurance, and magic. It was your job to take down any large beasts who would try to attack human villages, and you followed the Monster Hunter Compendium to a tee.

This morning was apparently a very quiet morning, with no crickets, no birds making a sound. The full moon still shone very brightly on the field, making the blowing grass look like an ocean that carried a little bit of sadness…or was it just you?

You always stood out from the other girls in class, and wondered why teachers looked upset with you when they’d ask for a “big strong boy” to help out and instead you’d outdo all the boys? Didn’t teachers appreciate more help? You would lift stacks of 4 chairs as the other girls would be sitting down all prim and proper.

You unsheathed your sword, chanting to make it glow blue.

“Wow, Y/n, you’re so strong!” You looked over towards the only girl in class who was quieter than you, who wasn’t doodling this time. Sara. The only friend you’d have for your entire childhood. Well….

“Oh, you know, it was nothing haha,” you shrug off with a smile. During story time you decide to sit next to her and you take turns showing each other drawings.

Sara always had a little flower clip in her hair and eventually she’d make you one in your favorite color, so you can wear it too. Then you’d be “twins!” You found that though she seemed like such a shy and soft girl, you and her both loved to draw something everyone else would think is weird….monsters. In great detail.

You’d have a contest to see who could draw the most interesting monster, doing something scary, always having to get more red ink because you always drew blood. Other girls would play with dolls, and boys would play marbles in the sand, which you both liked too, but you both preferred to draw giant lizards biting each other’s faces off. You were the weird smart girls.

“Check this one out, Y/n,” Sara giggled one time during lunch. A winged horse with a tiger’s head, that blew fire.

“Wow, Sara, that’s really good! What is its name?”

“Her name is Suki and she burned a giant forest so it became a desert!” she smiled so hard her eyes closed. Then her lavender eyes opened again. “What’s your monster!!!!”

Your heart raced with a happy excitement to show your best friend, your only friend, the only friend you needed anyways, your work.

“I thought you’d never ask! Here,” you turned your book over to show her a monster that was a man on top, and a snake at the bottom. He looked like lava with blonde hair that was red at the tips. He looked menacing but handsome.

“Woah….” Sara’s eyes lit up, looking over every detail. “He’s cute!”

“I know,” you said, your chest puffing with pride because he was your invention, “his 4 arms can hold so many weapons! He’s a prince and his crown can zap people!!!”

You squatted low to the ground, focused on your breathing. 1…2…3. Defying physics, you ran vertically up the giant tree in the middle of the field, using a large branch and your momentum to fling you up another 6 feet. You were now 18 feet above the ground, in the dark. You could see well, though, because you were here every day at the same time. Plus, glowing blue sword. Your fear of heights and the dark had vanished long ago. Big dummies were all over the tree so you could attack them and punch them above the ground. Fearless.

The moon was full, the moon of changes, of gains and loss, a full circle, where many magical rituals took place. You both had snuck out as you did every full moon. You were both now about 10 and were best friends for years.

You brought a little jar with you so you could do your little friendship protection ritual, always meeting at the stump in the middle of the forest when all of a sudden your stomach dropped, and you froze in fear. You heard a shriek that was all too familiar.

“SARA!!!!” you yelled, but she couldn’t move. Actually, you were pretty sure she was dead.

She looked just as bloodied as one of the drawings you both would make when you were younger, except seeing the blood pool out looking deep purple in the moonlight, made your brain short-circuit as you looked on in horror. You were too late. But something told you not to get close to her.

It sounded like the mountains were splitting open from you, but when you turn to see something moving, it came from a dark form as tall as a tree, with red glowing eyes, that smelled like a giant wet dog and blood.

Sara’s blood, to be exact.

Being the weird girl you were, you had a knife on you so you and sara could etch a tick mark on the stump to add to the number of months you were friends. The stump was supposed to be covered, but she was taken from you, by the werewolf that stood five feet away from you.

“YOU DID THIS!!!!!!” you screamed. You were shaking, partly from the trauma burning fresh and white-hot in your brain, but mostly from the pure rage that boiled your blood.

You were determined to kill this thing. And with that, you charged at it, not caring if this thing ate you.

When the Monster Hunters arrived, you were covered in blood.

And standing on top of the dead werewolf, stomping on its head, calling it bad words you just learned a month ago. When one of them tried to lift you off gently, saying, “that’s enough dear, it’s over now,” you screamed and kicked, but not in pain, just seething anger.

“You don’t get it!!!! He killed my best friend!! So I killed that stupid monster!!!” you yelled at the weird man who was lifting you up, but he was strong and carried you gently.

“I know, I’ve had monsters kill my friends too, and I killed them before. It’s okay.”

“You can’t bring them back…but you can save others just like her,” said the other, a woman, wearing the same thing as the man, who was picking up your dead friend with care.

Hearing that made it all too real for you and you choked on the sudden onslaught of sobs and tears.

“We-we were supposed to do… o-our friendship potion under the full moon! But I came t-too late and she’s gone!!! Sara’s gone! We were supposed to live a long time,” you wailed loudly. The big man was cradling you and gave you a comforting hug.

The woman was named Shinobu, and the man was named Tengen. They trained you to become the Monster Hunter you are today, and you’re at a higher rank now. That night was the worst night of your life because you found that same werewolf killed your family, and had you not snuck out that night, you would’ve died too. That rage carried you up the ranks until you became a White Star ranking, signified by the badge on your Hunter Corps uniform.

You maintained a tight schedule, training to hone your craft with utmost precision and passion in every move you made. They were impressed by your knack for killing, but it may have been due to your strategic smarts.

You hoped they were safe enough to come back from the mission they were sent on to kill an evil dragon in China a few days ago, but with all the missions that all the Monster Hunters you met went on, it was never certain. They all seemed to be immune to the fear of death, with the pain of their pasts burning brighter and moving them forward. As it is known, though, fortune favors the bold, and they all managed to survive thus far, telling amazing stories about their adventures. How people loved them, but police were annoyed by them. Monster Hunters laid low and minded their own business, never caring about clout, and just saving people.

The training this morning flew by quickly, and you cooled down by sprinting a few miles back to your place to do some light weight training. It was a light day today.

Afterwards you showered, ate a hot bowl of soup and a large bowl of teriyaki beef and rice, and got dressed in your uniform. You opened your front door and looked to see a cute cat with a bell on its collar and…an envelope.

You gave the adorable kitty a little kiss and took the envelope, opening it and reading its contents.

You were to go on a mission, to hunt down and slay a naga. He had struck down an entire village last night, but interestingly enough, only ate the men.

He was destroying families and leaving towns unsafe, as for the most part, it was men who helped to keep the town safe, along with some women who were just as strong.

You spend the day reading about nagas and what spells are used to kill Rengoku Giant nagas so you can be prepared for the nightfall.

Okay. You were going to try and get him in the stomach with lightning, and not lose your balance. Then fight him, and try not to get killed. Simple as that.

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You were getting closer to the loud hissing and sound of men screaming. Then you reached a clearing outside where men were holding pitchforks and torches, trying to ward off the giant naga.

You stopped in your tracks and time slowed as you scanned the Enemy.

He was gorgeous and regal in every single way. He wore a gold crown and jewelry around his arms, neck, hips, and fingers that was probably more expensive than a king’s wardrobe.

Behind his long dark lashes contained a fire that wasn’t of just rage, they contained a type of sorrow. Like he was possessed by something from the unresolved past, and trying to put a bandage on a sword wound. For some reason you could understand that feeling, because that’s been your life for years.

The scales over the glowing red and gold rings made his eyes look prettier than the gems he wore around his body, and his flowing blonde hair with red tips was untamed like a wildfire, more gorgeous than a maiden’s hair. It almost made you sad to have to kill such a beautiful thing.

Smooth skin looked silky in the moonlight over toned abs and a ripped body sculpted to perfection. And his face….though it was twisted in a look of absolute bloodlust, it was so handsome, so unlike any man’s face you’ve seen before with such sharp features and thick, flame-like brows that suited him so well.

You looked at him and he seemed so…familiar.

Like you’ve seen him before.

You tried to dig deep into the archives of your memory, where, where, where was he from?

Ah, yes, when you tried to draw the perfect monster.

Funny how things come full circle.

He was taking a bite out of a man’s leg, which made you sick to your stomach but why did he have to look so……hot doing it?

No. You weren’t supposed to think these things, you were supposed to kill this creature. He was a threat to humanity!!!! If all men died there would be no future generation, no more gift of life!!!!

You saw how any man who stabbed him lurched in pain immediately afterwards, even with no stab wound. His blood looked like lava coming from a volcano. OH!

The pain reflection! That was in your notes!

His jet black tail with venomous red, gold, and white spots told you everything you needed to know: you had to use lightning magic.

Quickly, you reach behind your back, grab your staff, and murmur, “lightning attack: third form: electric strike…” as your staff began to light up with electricity and you kept building up the charge of the attack, you felt his eyes lock on you.

The black slits in his red eyes *blew up* so they looked like his irises were eclipsed with black. He grinned at you in a way a predator bares its fangs at its prey. A shudder ran through your spine as you immediately discharged the lightning, but he dodged it quickly.

You were shocked but decided to go against what every muscle in your body was trying to do and run towards him, not away. You ran on top of his tail, which was about 20 feet long, and struck him with a stronger attack, but to no avail. His crown made an aura of light that flashed and blinded you, and you shielded your eyes because it was literally as bright as the sun in the middle of the night.

Before you could come to, a part of his tail that you swore was far away a second ago wrapped around your lower half, and you knew you were dead.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Kyojuro chuckled at his newest prize.

He brought you closer to him and you tried to reach for your staff….your staff that you dropped, far away. Your heart was beating so fast but you tried to slow your breathing, but knew your body was giving itself away to him.

He could hear your heartbeat. You felt defeated and afraid. But that didn’t stop you from throwing some small explosives at him. Which he dodged easily.

Damn it!!! You’ve fought nagas at close range, but it wasn’t working on this giant naga! It didn’t help that HE captured YOU! His tail wrapped around you more and more and he raised you in the air, showing you just how hopeless and dire the situation was. He moved closer to look at you, up and down and licking a forked tongue over his fangs.

“You look the mosst delicioussss…I want to tasssteeee youuu,” he hissed lowly, eye slit pulsing like a heartbeat.

You tried to move your arms but he had a hold of them now, and you were completely at his disposal.

“You’ve already eaten like so many men, aren’t you full?” you jeered, not caring anymore. You had failed the Monster Hunters. You had failed your parents and the only friend you had, and lastly, you had failed yourself. He grabbed your throat roughly so you were left breathless and he scanned you, like he was thinking something. His expression was unreadable (he was using his heat vision to see that your blood pooled to two areas, your cheeks and……..).

“Oh, baby, I can eat for agessss,” he winked seductively, looking at you down there. Not going to lie, maybe it was the adrenaline, but you felt warm down there for some odd reason. “ I will do anything to kill the men who killed my mother! They are all evil and mussst be taught a lessssssson.” with each word he crept up closer and closer to you, and his tongue surveyed the air around your neck like he was smelling his meal before eating it and he looked at you like you were a plate of his favorite food. He closed his eyes and groaned. Were you really that appetizing to him? (He was smelling your pheromones). He unhinged his jaw like he could just bite your head off right now, which made your blood pressure skyrocket at the terrifying sight.

You gulped, heart racing. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to be crushed to death, and you didn’t want to be swallowed. But why was it taking so long? The least he could do was just make it fast. Your ears then processed what he said.

“Wait, men killed your mother?”

“Yesss, I’ll tell you about it later but you have to trussst me. I’m sorry to do thisss but,” He stuck out his top two fangs so you could see just how venomous he was. They looked so sharp. Like 4 daggers for canines. He lunged at you and you screamed, a stabbing pain on the right side of your neck going so deep into the muscle with his giant teeth making you black out from the shock and pain that was just too much.

The second Kyojuro saw you in the night, trying to attack him, he could sense how strong you were as a human, with a cunning he appreciated as a snake-person. Unfortunately, he was royalty and the strongest warrior of all Nagas, so he possessed a speed that humans didn’t know about, because humans just didn’t know about his true skills–he never had to use them. It would have stayed this way if his mother wasn’t massacred for being a snake person.

So it wasn’t fair to you, and you never had a chance of beating him. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, and he has never seen such a beautiful human before. He had to get closer to you to smell you. Mmm, you were fertile, and smelled so good. You were very warm, which attracted him as a very warm-blooded Rengoku naga, and he could sense a strange feeling of desire…a type of heat that warmed up his nether region below his hips. When you charged at him, he decided you would become his mate, and some day you’ll learn to love him as the mother of his snakelets.

He brought you up the mountain, slithering quickly like giant nagas do. When he saw the large rocks at the top, he knew he was close. Two snake guards stood as still as statues and were the same color as the stone. They saw you, slung over his shoulder, and nodded, hisssspering, “did Princcce Kyojuro find hisss mate?” after he passed. He heard and his chest swelled with pride at the gorgeous human he captured.

What was worse, though, was the feeling of going into a rut. He could tell his mind was thinking about your body and how your curves looked under that uniform. He did have thermal vision, after all. Kyojuro had to go to the best place he could go to rip them off… his bedroom, in the cave. It was sound-proof and he could lock the room and…ugh. He hurried as his mind got more and more clouded.

He began by taking off your cloak with weapons. Won’t need that, if you were going to live with him forever. Then he went to unbutton your top. Wow, you looked so strong. Perfect to become a queen.

He removed your pants and was drooling at your legs. Your scent was stronger, and his tongue flicked to taste and smell your deliciousness.

He made quick work of putting your clothes far away into a laundry basket in his restroom. The maids will get that later. Your skin looked so soft, so supple in the warm light of his room. He wanted to mark it up so badly. He ripped off your chest cloth–pesky thing, getting in the way, and kissed the bite mark on your neck, groaning at how your blood and his scent mixed so well together. He felt your warm skin and kissed and nipped at your breasts, pinching your nipples, worshiping and admiring your body. When he reached past your stomach, his big clawed hands tore off your panties. Don’t need those.

He gasped at your pussy, absolutely beautiful and delicate like a rose from above ground.

You were unable to move, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t move you any way he liked. He picked you up and moved your legs above his shoulder, hands holding you up and grabbing your thighs and tongue snaking to attack your clit. He couldn’t wait, he just had to taste your after waiting for so long…and he moaned at your taste. “So delicioussss,” he hissed under his breath, claws threatening to break your skin as he dipped his long, forked tongue in between your folds and into your slick hole.

Your eyes cracked open and you whined, half-asleep mind hazy with pleasure. This only egged him on, and his tongue dug further into your pussy, earning him some mewls and sleepy moans. You couldn’t move, and he couldn’t imagine a life without this pussy to devour every single day.

What was crazy about his venom in your system was you couldn’t even squirm away from his tongue as it swirled around your puffy clit and all the way up inside you, or his fingers as they made their way into your hole to replace his tongue. Your mind was awake now, and overcome with pleasure, chills running up and down your spine. Your pussy was dripping now like a holy waterfall, and dribbled down his chin and fingers as he ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in half a century.

Your hips were screaming to buck in his face, you couldn’t even curl your toes or anything, and when your mind realized it was him making you feel this good, you couldn’t even think of any questions or have sense to flee him as you couldn’t anyway, and you felt too good.

He was panting at this point, his heat taking over him like a storm, and your cries of pleasure made him want to stuff you so, so full until your belly swelled. His hips rocked back and forth in the air and as your begging grew louder and louder, he felt two long, thick, swollen monster cocks emerge from the slit under his hips.

He needed you. He needed you right, fucking now.

He lowered you down gently, legs still spread, so your motionless form could admire him. He pumped two large, red-pink cocks, lips parted, ruby and gold eyes lidded with pure lust as they raked up and down your body in the same predatory way he looked at you the first time.

His lean, large, muscular body flexed with every movement, and the jewelry on him just made him look like the most ethereal being to walk this earth. Black horns and black fingertips (some covered in your clear-white slick) combined with his fiery appearance made him look like a succubus in the glowy light, beautiful yet dangerous.

He lowered down, still pumping his cocks, hand beside your head, third hand lifting your chin to look at him straight in the eyes, fourth hand reaching back down to resume pleasuring you.

“Look at my girl, lying so ssstill–a-ah, behaving ssso well, for me,” he purred in a thick timbre of pure desire. Your mouth opened at his praise and how hot your pussy felt with his large fingers spreading you open, and he took advantage, kissing you deeply, tongue going down your throat, melting you and claiming you.

You both moaned deeply, and not going to lie, your heart was racing with fear but it only turned you on more as it was undeniable this man could swallow you whole without a second thought.

Your kiss grew sloppy and he licked your face, hand moving to choke you slightly, thumb rubbing your clit harshly, fingers digging and scissoring. Too much was going on, you felt too good, and when he moaned lowly in your ear, “go ahead, come undone for me, darling,” you saw white, screaming and begging while being choked, orgasm hitting you like a storm and you being forced to take it without moving at all, completely restrained and powerless.

When you came to and were still light headed, he sunk the head of his cock into your fluttering hole and thrusted deeper in and out until he was completely inside you. You were being split open, and your begs to slow down went completely ignored as he was absolutely pussy-drunk. It hurt so badly. This was the first time you ever had sex with anyone as big as him, and you felt so full as he began to pound madly into your walls, growling and hissing. Your walls were forced to stretch around him and accommodate his size, and he had no intention of slowing down.

“S-ssso tight, doing ssso good, taking me ssso well, sweet flame,” he hissed, nipping your ear lightly with fangs that could decapitate you. Eventually that pain of being split open turned into pleasure radiating throughout your whole body, and you were a mess under him.

“Please, please-pleasepleaseplease-mmm,” you babbled on and on in time with his thrusts, sounding pouty and absolutely needy. It drove him mad.

“That’sss my girl,” he growled, eyes watching your every (tiny, restricted) move. You were squeezing him so tight, he knew he’d have to go at least two rounds to warm your pussy up to put both his cocks in. Or not. He rubbed your clit in just the perfect way, making you want to move so badly. You were so so so sensitive right now. Then it got only worse as his other two hands moved your legs up to touch your chest, and he put you in a mating press, getting in deeper and deeper, his snakeskin slapping your ass repeatedly and the sloshing of his cock in your cavern making the most profane sounds. He kept hitting the tender spot that was deep inside you, and it felt so good you began to sob.

“M–so big, feels too good, ah!” you cried, and he chuckled.

“There’sss a whole–other–cock to sstuff–inssside you, princessssss, if you think–ahhhh— I’m big now, jussst w-wait” he smiled, admiring how your breasts bounced up and down. That made you whine. How the hell would he do that?!?!

Before you could fathom it, he pulled slightly and put a finger in addition, then a second one, trying to scissor you. You already felt sooo stretched and couldn’t believe this was happening, but you couldn’t move. He rubbed your clit some more, getting you wetter for him, and added a third.

His other cock was throbbing and dripping with need at this point, and he couldn’t handle the build up so he pulled out, eliciting a small whine from the sudden emptiness, and pushed both heads in, impaling you. You screamed at the sudden feeling, no, no, it was too much! He was too thick!!!

He threw his head back as he slowly inched inside you, it was like you were trying to milk his cocks on purpose. Kyojuro’s grip on your hips was tight, as it took everything in his heated self to not ram completely into you with both dicks.

He slowly sank into you to the hilt, waited for you to relax around him, and then when it was time, started to thrust sharply into you.

“ss’ good, sssso fucking good, gonna fill you up with baby naga eggsssss and my cum,” he cooed, reaching down to pick you up with all 4 arms and bounce you up and down on his hemipenis.

This is the fullest you have ever felt in your life, and it almost hurt how good you felt, as he kept hitting the spot that made you moan and whimper the loudest.

He watched your eyes roll back, and gazed at your fucked-out expression, taking in every detail even though he’d be seeing it all night and for the rest of your lives.

He thrusted up into you, kissing you sloppily, your tongues dancing together. You could feel a thread inside yourself threatening to snap, and before you knew it, you came even harder than the first time, your muscles spasming even against the venom, pussy greedily swallowing him and pumping out whatever he had to offer.

He slammed you down on his cocks through your high, and you suddenly felt ropes of his hot seed as well as a bunch of tiny, squishy, round objects inside you. Eggs. Cocks still inside you, he. Did. not. Miss. a . beat. And turned you over so your head was down and your ass was up towards him. He was still rock hard, and battering your insides, slamming in and out with ease.

“S’ too much, please!!! Ahhh-!!” you whimpered, way beyond overstimulated, tears spilling down into the sheets.

“Aw, is it too much?” he said, mocking you. “I picked a ssstrong mate to be my queen. You can handle it, darling.” He kept fucking you and using you to fill you up, making sure he filled you with as many eggs and as much hot cum as possible. Eventually, you passed out after cumming 3 more times, and he kept going until the horny fog wore off for some time, and you both laid on your sides, his dicks still plugging you until he was sure it stuck. He’d bathe you and dress you, then nap with you, excited he finally found a mate, even if it was in a sad situation to begin with.

You groaned when you woke up, feeling sluggish and waitasecondwhatthefuckishappening, you’re actually not moving. Or at least..it feels like your body is confined in a jar of the thickest peanut butter ever, and it takes so much strength to sit up groggily and look around.

The room you were in was spacious, tall ceilings with low, ambient lighting, and there were cushions and pillows everywhere. Near you is a bottle of what must be water. Are you…in the afterlife?

What the helllll are you wearing?

Your uniform is nowhere to be seen, you have no idea where your weapons are, and you feel like you’ve been drugged. Even worse, you have no idea where you are, and you’re wearing a rather lovely garment that’s black, red, and gold, but shows skin. Plus lots of gorgeous gold jewelry…wow. You are comfy and you do feel safe and kinda cute, but still.

“Hah, it took you forever to wake up, did you resst well, little human?” a low voice said fondly.

You willed your head to turn to where that voice came from and realized that under the fluffy comforter, you were sitting on the naga’s warm lap.

“I didn’t kill anyone elsssee, I just took you sssomewhere ssafe,” he hissed in your ear, and you could barely move, but you tried to slither away from him.

“Darling, don’t be that way pleasssse, I jusssst saved you for dessert.”

Your jaw was heavy. “Is that supposed to be comforting? You’re going to eat me!!!!”

Large, strong arms grabbed you from behind and you knew there was nothing you could do to escape. He moved you both back down to where you were, and he rubbed soothing circles on your shoulder with one of his other two arms.

“I guess you can sssay that I already did…you were deliciousss,” he whispered, long tongue flicking and gracing your ear, making you squirm a little. “Sssso warm, jusst perfect, you’ll be the perfect queen of the sssserpent pit when you meet my father.”

Wait, queen?

“Don’t tell me you forgot sssso ssoon, how I filled you up ssso good.” Oh. Oh. you thought that was a dream, but actually, you did feel kind of sore.

“O-Oh yes…but uh...why would you kidnap me instead of just asking me? Also killing all those people…how does that help you find a wife?” talking was getting a bit easier now, and reason may be good with someone who’s half giant serpent. Now that both of you weren’t extremely out of it and lustful. He saw that you were wanting answers, and remembered the night before, but wanted to talk about it. That was fine with him, you deserved it anyway.

“Well, you sssee. Pleassse, hear me out.” His voice was strong, yet tender, containing that same sadness his eyes did last night.

“Like I have a choice,” you muttered. You felt a little rumble resound from his warm chest, on your back. You had to admit, he was very relaxing, besides being able to unlock his human-like jaw and nearly bite a chunk from your neck. Monsters fascinated you ever since you were little, and as a kid you crushed on him before you even knew he existed. Maybe you could give him a chance…but it would take him some time to gain your trust.

He went on. “More about my mother. Her sssissster in law, my dad’sss sister, gave us Nagas a bad rep. But she lissstened to my mother, who hoped for peace between Naga and humansss. We feed on large animalsss and weaker Nagas but it’sss best with humans. We only eat the worssst of criminalss. My dadsss sister got killed by a group of criminalsss when she tried to feed when I wasss still a snakeling. They were violent, ssstole her ssskin. Sssold it into goodsss. We buried what we could of her, in the form of accessssoriesss and decorationsss.”

His eyes were closed as he was speaking, and his grip on you tightened a bit like a bear hug.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, which shocked him.

“N-no, it’sss fine. She wasss alwaysss a bit violent with her food, my ma alwaysss scolded usss both even though these men were killersss we should be humane. I did that until I lossst my ma. She never wore her jewelry, ssso the blood demon art couldnt defend her from humansss who shed her blood. She didn’t want to battle humans, or hurt them even. Ssshe would eat bird eggssss, maybe human leftoverssss, or any other type of animalssss. She saysss you are all valuable and I ressspect my mother. Ssshe was the queen and wasss alwaysss so caring. When men came and killed her two nightsss ago….when she was trying to get venissson, well…I sssnapped.”

“She sounded like a wonderful woman. I’m sorry for your loss. I…” you shifted to look into his eyes, trying to be as understanding as possible, “my parents and my only friend were killed by a werewolf when I was just a kid.”

“Sssso you–”

“I understand how you feel. I joined the Monster Hunter corps, because best believe I killed that creature. Not sure how…I just saw red, it’s like…”

“You were on fire…”

“Yeah.”

He pets your hair with a hand and you relax in it, now not as terrified of him. He was handsome, and you did enjoy last night, even though you couldn’t move because he used his venom to kidnap you.

“But….” you look at him questioningly.

“Kyojuro.”

“Kyojuro,” he wished he told you to scream his name last night, it sounded so good off your tongue, “I’m Y/N by the way….men may have killed your mother, and they may have killed your aunt, but that isn’t all men, okay? I don’t kill all monsters because a monster killed my loved ones and monsters keep destroying villages near me. Your rage will not bring your mother back and will only hurt others, especially yourself.”

Kyojuro nodded, his piercing eyes unreadable this time.

Then he spoke, very slowly, carefully choosing his words and how to best deliver them.

“Y/n, you are very wisssse. And the most beautiful creature I’ve sssseen in all my time on thissss earth. I’m sure my mother would’ve been very happy to meet a woman like you.”

You smiled, and he swore that even though he was the most powerful Naga in the world and he didn’t have knees, your smile could make him weak enough to fall over.

“A-and I know I didn’t assssk very nicccely but you were trying to kill me, but that wasss becaussse I didn’t handle any of thisss very well, but would you conssssider becoming my queen? No pressure of course,” he added.

You cupped his face in your hands and thought about your options. No human man seemed so much your type, or was quite as self-aware, as this man. For some reason, he felt like home.

“Just…promise we’ll get to know each other first, and don’t kill innocent people, Kyojuro.” His eyes widened.

“Issss…isss that a yess then?” he asked, shocked at your answer, completely expecting you to leave him.

“Well, yes.” His cheeks flushed red at your answer, and he turned his head and kissed the hand that was cupping it.

“Y/n… I will never let you down, and I promisssse I will give you whatever you want, becaussse one day, you will be my ssstrong queen, and you will have me to alwayssss be your number one supporter, and all the nagasss in the land.”

It seemed like it was going so fast, but your life has always been chaotic anyways. Turns out the monster of your dreams wasn't trying to be a monster after all. Your future was uncertain but you were positive that this was a decision you wouldn’t regret.

As you’d hold hands and kiss, and he'd introduce you to his father and little brother, it would seem perfect, like you were at home in the heart of a mountainous cavern.

Kyojuro silently prayed to his mother for forgiveness for lashing out, and awaited the day that maybe, just maybe, men and nagas can be at peace again like his mother had wished, and that he and you could raise healthy little snakelets until your immortality wine stopped having its effect and your time on earth was done. ♡

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older art of mister muzan...

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paradox-the-unimpressed-nun · 4 days

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🍓 I swear I’m the only one who doesn’t like it when people draw kokushibous hair red. Ya I know it’s canonically red but come on a reddish purple is so much better

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #ds #kokushibou #yoriichi

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Reader teaching Haganezuka how to eat that kittykat and fuck it properly because we all know he's a virgin still uwu

(bonus points for size kink, implied age gap [reader 20s])

(bonus points and cookies for Haganezuka being so focused, listening very intently to the puss eating lesson but gets super into it and tunes out reader as he begins to figure what to do and he can't stop himself from overstimmulating reader, which has reader smacking his head so he finally lets go)

Argh yes okay here we go! I love this beautiful nutjob and I got carried away. (I left the age of the reader ambiguous because personally I am old as shit, but I think I get cookies still for the overstimmulating?)

Also... I really want to write a part 2. I want us to take care of him after the events of season 3 because I just know that once the adrenaline wore off this poor man was hurting so bad.

Anyway, enjoy!

UNBREAKABLE, UNQUENCHABLE.

F!Reader x Hotaru Haganezuka

Content Guidance: cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, not stopping when reader tells him to (reader is still into it though)

Minors DNI.

"I don't make swords for civilians," the swordsmith said, his voice deep and his tone final. He turned away from you, continuing his journey down the mountain path, the soft thud of his footsteps accompanied by the gentle tinkling of the windchimes hanging from his hat.

Your heart sank for a moment before you steeled your resolve and renewed your determination. It was never going to be easy and you'd mentally prepared for rejection. This swordsmith was infamous for his unbending resolve and temper.

Running a step ahead of him, you turned to stare into the wide bug-eyes of his hyottoko mask. "Please, Haganezuka... I need a nichirin blade."

He continued walking as if he expected to simply pass through you. "No."

"But it's the only thing I can use to kill demons."

He paused. "Demon slayers kill demons. Not civilians. No sword for you."

"I am a demon slayer, just not an official one." You brace yourself for a telling off. Usually whenever you admitted to going rogue you were met with lectures about the proper way to do things and told to leave things to the demon slayer corps— but their numbers were dwindling and you'd never quite figured out breathing styles well enough for your sensei to agree to send you to final selection. Still, hacking and slashing got the job done with the right blade. "Please, Haganezuka. I had a sword with your stamp on it before. It was the best blade I've ever had and—"

"Where did you get it?" His voice was strained as if forced between gritted teeth.

"I found it..."

"SOMEONE LOST MY SWORD?"

"Yes... maybe, but I found it. It served me well and I really want another."

He turned his face away from you slightly, making the windchimes ring. "What happened to it? Did you lose the sword too?"

"No, it broke."

You could've sworn he was vibrating. "m-m-m-m-m-m-my SWORD???"

The elongated lips of the mask poked your cheek as he stepped right up against you. His haori concealed the true size and density of his body, but with him standing so close, you could tell he was muscular and incredibly strong. He was also apparently unhinged, but then again, you reasoned, what was life without a little zest?

“YOU BROKE MY SWORD??”

You'd been pre-warned that his swords were the key to winning him over, so you kept your voice level as you emptied your arsenal. "Your sword was the finest sword I have ever seen. It was an honor to wield it, Mr. Haganezuka. Not even the blade of a hashira could compare to the sublime craftsmanship of that sword. I dream about that sword." You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his body pulse against your palm as you added in a lower, more sultry tone. "And I've dreamed about meeting the artist who forged such a perfect sword for a very long time."

His chest rose sharply as he pushed out the only response he could manage; a strained, breathless grunt.

Taking his broad, calloused hand in yours, you gazed into the eyes of his mask. "Mr. Haganezuka... please make me a sword?"

The trees swayed overhead, the sigh of the leaves the only break in the utter silence between you and the swordsmith.

"Mister Haganezuka?"

The windchimes tinkled. "Tell me your name."

You told him, and he repeated it back, slowly and carefully as if trying it out.

The mask's mouth moved to your nose as he stared you in the eyes. "Mine is Hotaru. Do you need a husband?"

"I... uhh..." you stammered, suddenly feeling very warm as the heat of his burly frame pulsed against you. "Do I need a..."

He carefully removed the hyottoko mask and with it, removed every particle of air from your lungs. Ravenette hair threaded with silver, amber eyes which glowed like the forge, dark, severe eyebrows which slanted downward as he awaited your answer. He was... beautiful, treading the fine line between painfully pretty and achingly rugged.

"Yes." You said firmly. "Yes I do need a husband."

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Two days later you were married to Hotaru and about to spend your first night at the Swordsmith Village. Ordinarily, outsiders had to undergo a lengthy initiation process to ensure the village remained a secret, but the village chief fast-tracked your application and damn near pulled you through the gates himself.

It seemed he was just as keen as you were to get your marriage to Hotaru underway. In fact, the whole village pitched in to ensure your wedding went ahead quickly and without a snag.

“Thank you for marrying Hotaru,” the village chief whispered while you were in the middle of your vows. “You have no idea the relief you have brought to the village. We were beginning to lose hope. He has never shown any interest in anything besides swords. Once Hotaru finds something to focus his attention on it's nigh impossible to tear him away from it.”

Before you knew it, you were a wife, married to a man so introverted he spent the majority of your wedding day hiding behind a tree, peering out at you as you chatted to the villagers. In fact, he only came out from behind the tree when someone walked over to congratulate him on the marriage, and even then it was only to find a different tree to hide behind.

"Hotaru..." you sighed adoringly as you slipped away from the crowd to stand beside your husband in his hiding spot. "Are you unhappy?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm happy."

"Ah... You just prefer to be alone?"

"Yes. With you. I want to be alone with you."

He was a strange man, but he melted your heart with every other word. And Gods, he was beautiful. You yearned for him like no other. You craved him.

"Husband, for my wedding gift, will you—"

"No sword for you," he said firmly. "No fighting demons. No risking your life. You are my wife now and it's my job to protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself. So no sword."

You couldn't help but smile. It seemed Hotaru's dedication to being a husband was as intense as his dedication to smithing.

"I promise, no more demon slaying, but I wasn't going to ask about the sword."

"Oh?"

You leaned in and whispered against his ear. "I was going to ask you to take me to bed."

His orange eyes snapped to your lips as though he couldn't quite believe what you had said. He cleared his throat and tried to speak but only managed a choked grunt.

Silence descended between you until he finally found his voice. "I don't know how to do… those things."

"I can teach you."

He didn't speak. He simply took your hand in his and led you away from the wedding party and deep into the woods. After a minute he looked back at you and picked you up, carrying you against his burly chest.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"A place where we can be alone. They won't find us."

He carried you a little further, to a small, seemingly abandoned work shed. Inside there was a small forge and smithing tools, and a small living area with a bed and basic amenities. The air was thick with the lingering tang of smoke and molten steel.

"Is... this our home?"

Hotaru shook his head. "This is where I come to work in peace when I really need to concentrate.''

He set you down carefully beside the bed and waited. Except, he wasn't simply "waiting." Hotaru's eyes drank you in, gazing at you with soft reverence. He was so big, so intimidating and by all accounts completely lacking any kind of social skills, but you had won his heart entirely. He was softer than molten steel for you, and more than willing for you to hone and hammer him into the shape you desired him to be.

"Teach me," he said. "I'm ready."

You nodded, your heart thrumming with the anticipation of what was to come. "Okay. Would you like to use your fingers? Your tongue? Or your cock?"

"Yes. All. Teach me how to use them."

Marrying this strange man had definitely been one of your better decisions.

Closing the space between you, you wrapped your arms around your husband's neck and gazed into those fiery eyes. "Well, we should start with a kiss. Do you know how to do that?"

His brow knitted. "Yes of course I know how to kiss."

"Good. Then kiss me, Hotaru."

He leaned down and pecked your cheek.

"Was that good?" An expectant look lingered on his face, faltering by the second. "I... that's what you want, isn't it? Do you want more? I can give you more."

Gods, the man was completely uninitiated.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as he eagerly peppered your cheek with little kisses; dozens of them, soft and dry and so sweet. His brow remained furrowed in concentration throughout, and you remained patient as he expressed his devotion. But when they inched closer to the corner of your mouth you turned your face to press your lips to his.

The moment your lips touched, he froze, eyes wide as you gently and slowly pulled him into your kiss.

His lips were still and stiff beneath yours as he adjusted to the new sensation. And then they softened. Gradually, tentatively, he followed your lead. His lips crept across yours, careful and slow like he was learning the steps to a new dance and didn't want to tread on you.

You licked the seam between his lips, easing your tongue through the gap as he inhaled sharply and he brought his hands to your waist.

And then something inside him snapped. A restraint cut loose.

He wound his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. The strength in his arms was breathtaking; forged by decades of tireless labor, and now wholly dedicated to you as he pushed you down onto the bed and slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring this newfound pleasure.

Your kisses awakened a voracious appetite in him and before long he was devouring you with heated passion, barely giving you time to breathe. It was as if he had gone his entire life without intimacy, but once the dam had cracked it was impossible to stop the flood.

His tongue stroked yours again and again as his tough hands skated up the length of your legs. When he reached your knees he granted your tingling lips a reprieve, kissing your throat as he pushed up the skirt of your wedding dress and squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs with a wanton groan.

"My pretty wife," he growled as you shifted beneath him, craving his touch. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

You parted your legs, pulling your skirt up all the way to reveal yourself to him. A sharp intake of breath expanded Hotaru's chest as he looked down at your pussy. A muscle in his cheek danced and his grip on your thighs tightened as his eyes filled with a look of pure hunger.

"Do you want to touch me?" you asked, your breaths coming in shallow bursts as anticipation coiled in your belly.

His answer was barely a whisper. "Very much." He swallowed hard. "May I?"

"Please... please do," you whispered, your need for him drowning out the rest of the world. It was just you and Hotaru, and nothing else mattered.

The sound of his shaking breaths was the only break in the silence. His hand left your thigh and he gently brushed his fingertips along the edge of your folds.

“Soft,” Was the only word which emerged from his lips as he stared and explored the shape of you. His orange eyes were focused, his perpetually furrowed brow somehow even more severe. Hotaru was lost in concentration, entirely focused on mapping the curves and ridges of your cunt.

You lay there on the bed, letting him find his bearings. His gentle exploratory touches sent shivers through your body. Those rough, calloused fingers touched you with such care and attentiveness. His eyes snapped back to yours every time you made a sound or breathed a little harder.

Hotaru was a devoted craftsman– his hands finely tuned tools– and they were dedicated entirely to your pleasure. He found your entrance and pushed a finger into you, watching intently as your pussy clenched around it.

You sighed in pleasure. "Gods, Hotaru, you're making me so wet…"

"Is that good? Am I making you happy?"

"Yes. That's good."

"Hm," he muttered, as if filing the information away. "A wet wife is a happy wife."

A sharp gasp escaped you as he nudged the hood of your clit with his thumb and his lips curved into a smile.

"You like this, don't you?" He hummed pensively and circled your clit, spreading your wetness.

Squirming beneath him, you nodded as the heat on your cheeks blossomed. "Yes, Hotaru. Keep doing that."

Gods, those rough hands. They sent jolts of pleasure surging through your body as he lavished attention on your clit, fascinated by the way it swelled as he worked with dogged determination. He added another thick finger to your cunt, stretching you deliciously.

A quiet groan emerged from him as you began to fuck yourself on his fingers, hard and fast as he rubbed your clit. He watched you intently, his lips parting in sync with your cry as your first orgasm of the night rocked through your body.

"Oh look at you, my pretty wife with your sensitive little bead." He moved down your body, lowered his head and nuzzled your clit with his nose.

"Ho-taru…"

The wet heat of his mouth closed over your tender bud, pulling another cry from your lips.

"Ah! You like that too," he murmured as he knelt between your knees, his long, dark hair spread like strands of seaweed across your thighs.

"Yes. D-do it again… please… use your tongue."

“My tongue?”

You sucked in a breath as he licked your clit with the tip of his tongue, tasting your essence.

He groaned. "Mm~ fuck, this is good."

"More… please…"

In response to your demand, he raised his hand to press his thumb against your lower lip. "Show me how to lick you well."

Gods, this man. You took his thumb into your mouth, showing him exactly what to do, licking the tip of it as if it was your clit. He groaned as you lapped his thumb, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenched.

"That feels… huh…" He bit back a groan before burying his face in your pussy and replicating the motion on your clit.

Thank the Gods he has the foresight to take you away from the village, because the sounds he pulled from you were unholy. He was eager and so receptive to your lessons.

Hotaru put everything he had into eating your pussy; the slick, sucking sound of his mouth and his hot, wet tongue accompanied by your desperate cries. With every passing moment his confidence grew, pumping those thick fingers into you and curling them against your walls, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to give you more pleasure than you ever expected.

As he pleasured you, he ground his hips against the mattress, groaning as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. It was too good, too intense. Your senses were flooded with him; the sight of that beautiful man devouring you, the acrid scent of the forge, the lewd wet sound of his mouth on your cunt. And Gods, nothing had ever felt so good before.

Hotaru was born to forge swords and eat pussy, and he did both with unbreakable focus.

You sucked his fingers and he sucked your clit, groaning as he voraciously lapped the sensitive nub, driving you higher… higher…

An immense wave of pleasure crashed through you as you reached your peak, the force of your orgasm making your legs tremble. His name tore through you like a cry to the heavens, his answer a soft moan which vibrated through your core as he kept on licking. On and on, lapping at your pulsing clit as you gasped and bucked your hips against his insatiable mouth.

"Ho-taru… you did it… you made me–"

Taking his fingers from your mouth, he slung a heavy arm across your belly and continued eating you out, unrelenting, pulling another choked cry from you. Hotaru was drunk on you, on the taste and the knowledge that he was pleasing you; groaning, grinding his hips against the mattress, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you as he fluttered his tongue over your overstimulated clit.

The village chief had told you his focus was unbreakable, and now that attention was dedicated to your pussy. He was lost in you, wholly devoted to pleasuring you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, torn between needing respite and craving more.

He propelled you from your second orgasm right into your third. Intense pleasure drove your head back against the pillow as you screamed in ecstasy and torment, your pussy throbbing beneath his lips as your nectar ran down his chin. And still, he licked you with an unquenchable thirst.

"Hotaru! Ho- oh it's too much.”

He hit a spot inside your cunt which made the world shatter around the pair of you, sending you careening into another climax which turned your blood to liquid steel. “Too much! I can't!" You swatted at his forehead, smacking him with your fingertips as you wriggled out from beneath him.

Your husband stared at you, dazed and breathless, his lips glistening with your slick juices. "Did… did I do it right?"

You gasped for air, trembling down to your bones. “You did it perfectly, Hotaru.”

He pulled you into him and kissed you. You licked the taste of your desire from his lips, swallowing the low groan which rolled from his chest. His lips caressed yours with deep, undying passion, his hand dropping to the bulge tenting his hakama trousers.

“Let me take care of you now,” you whispered into his ear as your hand joined his, cupping his cock and making him moan. “Lie back for me, my love.”

He did as you asked without protest. It was true that you wanted to take care of him and give him as much pleasure as he had given you, but in a more practical sense, being on top of him allowed you to have control. You were already so fucked out, and from the feel of things–from the girth and weight of it through his trousers– control was definitely going to be necessary.

You stood from the bed and undressed as he gazed up at you, languidly palming his cock in his broad hand and drinking in the sight of you.

“Such a lovely wife,” he whispered, his orange eyes heavy with desire.

“And I have such a handsome husband…” you replied as you undressed him, revealing his big, muscular body inch by firmly hewn inch. He was a mountain of a man, and Gods, there wasn’t a thing you would change about him. “A handsome husband who pleases me well…” You kissed him, gently pushing him back and straddling his hips. “And who makes the very best swords in all the world–”

“Ohh…” He groaned, gripping your hips as you brushed the fat tip of his cock against your pussy. “Say that again.”

“Hm? That you’re the best swordsmith in the world?” You eased the top inch of him in, letting your body adjust to the sensation. “That your swords are works of art?”

“Gods, I want you,” he hissed, baring his teeth and gazing up at you from the pillow. A deep, longing groan emerged from him as you inched your way down his length. “You… you are…so warm… so wet… beautiful.”

You skated your hands over the plain of his abdomen, taking him deeper, your back arching as he stretched you even at that slow pace. When you finally reached the bottom of his shaft, you were breathless, tingling at your core. Hotaru was even less composed than you.

The swordsmith growled, bending his knees to slide his legs up and down the mattress, fighting the urge to fuck up into you. His cock twitched inside you as you rocked forward to kiss him, your breasts pressed against his burly chest, his rough hands skating up your back.

“I love you, Hotaru,” you whispered before rocking back to start riding his cock.

“I–ngggh ohh… ohhh!” he groaned, eyes widening, fingers digging into your hips with bruising ferocity as you bounced on top of him. His control slipped almost immediately.

He fell apart, groaning and thrusting up into you with a loud moan. His eyes screwed shut, his face flushed scarlet, and he trembled beneath you as his cum flooded into you, spilling out onto the base of his cock.

Pulling you down into an embrace, Hotaru held you in his arms, his heart thrumming beneath your ear. His big, broad hand stroked your back as he kissed the top of your head and his cock softened inside you.

After his breathing returned to normal, he gathered his senses long enough to ask, “Do you need more, my love?”

“I’m more than satisfied,” you said with a smile.

He was asleep a second later.

You lay there, pinned by his arms, crushed up against this strange, wonderful man you called your husband, and there was nowhere else you would rather be.

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Kie knows something that the demon king wishes to know too, but he is cautious. He doesn't reveal much.

He only needs a little flower, but Kie may not be willing to give it, is she?

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Kie knows something that the demon king wishes to know too, but he is cautious. He doesn't reveal much.

He only needs a little flower, but Kie may not be willing to give it, is she?

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paradox-the-unimpressed-nun · 20 days

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🍓 unfortunately… I literally gasp when I saw this, who comes up with this sick twisted shit

🍓 I was checking one of my old fav fanfic writers-who got harassed off the platform, and I checked their Ao3 bookmarks and….

🍓Oh that’s not…maybe they should’ve left…

Also I find this funny because they used to refuse write for a certain minor character because that’s gross, yet look at this shit 😭

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paradox-the-unimpressed-nun · 20 days

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🍓 y’all I think I’m gonna finally finish it

🍓but oh god do I hate it…😭 but goddamn do we need more yoriichi fanfic he’s so hot and no one writes him. YALL ARE INSANE

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #ds #demon slayer x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader #yoriichi x you #yoriichi x reader #Yoriichi smut

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paradox-the-unimpressed-nun · 20 days

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From a thing to wear to an icon of culture 👘

There is this hidden detail in Muzan that when I noticed I could not help but smile. Remember how he said that the thing he hated the most was change? Well coming from someone that had to live in 5 different eras is kinda funny, and it's even funny when you realize that he ended up adopting the Western fashion pretty fast. But that's the twist, if you look at Muzan's vest you come to realize that it's the exact same pattern as the kimono he used to wear. The best part? That was a thing that actually happened in history.

Wanting or not, the clothing that the people used to wear represents the history they lived through. "To look seriously at art objects of the everyday, such as clothes - their discourse and practices, their meaning-bearing forms and their codes of internal and external interpretations - in an essential, and often neglected, component of any study of modern aesthetics." - Slade, 2009 Yofuku [Western Clothing] is a type of clothing that is now common all over Japan, but during a lot of time, it was a type of clothes that only selected few grew up with. The 1st contacts with these types of clothing [even if extremely different from what we now call western clothing] was in the 16th century when the Portuguese arrived in Tanegashima. With them came not only different shapes but also different fabrics. But the “true” introduction to western fashion would only happen with Commodore Matthew Perry, catharsis to the Meiji restoration, where Emperor Meiji would start to dress in a typical western military outfit, and soon after the empress would start to aper in the typical victorian dresses. In the Edo period clothing visually distinguished the social classes. "Certain articles of clothing visibly differentiated people of diverse social classes, and simultaneously distinguished an individual within a specific group. The materials, motifs and construction of military campaign coats, for example, marked their wearers as men belonging to the military class." - Milhaupt, 2014; Samurai ranked on the top, followed by farmers, artisans, and merchants on the bottom. What happen was that most of the times the samurai where poor while the merchants lived in economic success. But samurai had the privilege of using certain types of fabrics and patters, even tho most of the times they could not afford them, and so, the merchants would start to adapt the fabrics and patters they were allowed to were and would end up becoming the patrons of arts and fashion. The trends of fashion would later be documented in ukiyo-e, and not only in the work of art sense, but also in pattern books were people could browse the prevailing styles. After the 1st contacts with the westerners, what would start to happen is that slowly but surely the Japanese would start to integrate the western ways of dressing into their lives. The Japanese started to introduce some of its elements with the kimono, shoes, hats, gloves, glasses, umbrellas, etc. Then in the 19th century a full change would happen starting from the man in the highest classes to the man in the lowest classes. The emperor decided to cut his topknot in 1872 and started to dress in western clothing in official appearances, also changing some of the more cultural habits like eating meat and more wester kind of meals. In the official portraits he appears adorned with a French-style military uniform with ornaments in gold and ostrich feathers. Before this, the emperor was never a public figure, so when pictures of the Meiji Emperor became available, and he started to appear more publicly the nation would have their eyes on him and start to imitate him. Women would, for the longest time still dress in the now classic kimono, that would develop as a symbol of the old and traditional Japan. The idea of the western clothing being associated with a modernized Japan and the Kimono [that literally means “thing to wear”] to a traditional country came from the fact that the emperor would choose to wear western clothes in more formal, international events, and for religious national events would choose the traditional Japanese court dress. The western clothes will end up being a symbol of the modernization of Japan, and the Meiji government would use it as yet another tool of national control. For all the Japanese born after 1945 the western clothes became the norm. Most families would end up transforming their kimonos into western clothing pieces, and the patterns sold for kimonos would double for kimonos and western clothing.

But it is funny to notice how despite it all Muzan is the one being presented in western clothing and Ubuyashiki is the one in traditional clothes, always being the contradiction of the other, but also it can also be interpretated as the Ubuyashibi family being "trapped" in the past since in hundred years the corps never killed an upper moon, the history never changed. And Muzan in his ever-changing cycle of his life, in the changing of eras and changing of personas he decided to reuse the only thing he could: his clothes. And just like him, they would adapt through the times.

MILHAUPT, Terry Satsuki. 2014 - Kimono: A Modern History. London: Reaktion Books [Ebook]; SLADE, Toby. 2009 - Japanese Fashion: A cultural History. Oxford, Berg. [Ebook];

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🍓 I was checking one of my old fav fanfic writers-who got harassed off the platform, and I checked their Ao3 bookmarks and….

🍓Oh that’s not…maybe they should’ve left…

Also I find this funny because they used to refuse write for a certain minor character because that’s gross, yet look at this shit 😭

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #ds #demon slayer x reader

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Reblog if you are not a pedophile.

If everyone doesn’t reblog this, I’m unfollowing all of you.

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°•Lord Muzan feels tired after work

Finally the one-shot I promised! I changed the initial idea so I basically rewrote the whole thing again because of a dream I had and it gave me all the inspiration I needed lmao it even gave me an idea for another longer fic with Muzan. I ended up doing it in the canon Taisho Era so enjoy!

Art credits for the creator (not mine)

It wasn't physical fatigue that he felt, after all, the progenitor of demons was tireless. He was rather fed up. Fed up with his employees, his servants, humans in general and how exhausting it was to be the only perfect and intelligent creature among them. His day had been full of problems today.

The current role he had was that of a young and rich businessman, owner of a company importing foreign products whom he murdered in order to carry out his plans and continue increasing his fortune. He forged a few papers, impersonated some people and murdered others and so the company was his now but that included all his stupid and useless employees. He was so fed up with damn humans, sometimes he avoided dismissals, it depends on their mood and how efficient they were at some point then Muzan fired them, otherwise he just called them to his office simply to kill them.

Then a few months later he met you, a young and beautiful woman in the business world with a company dedicated to natural medicine and importing medicinal plants. You were an essential piece in his plan to conquer the sun. He married you when he had the chance to but you eventually found out that he wasn't human. How come you were still alive then? You discovered it on your own, you didn't make a fuss or try to run away from him, you simply let him know that you already knew through small clues or ways of acting, like you were in charge of closing all the curtains in the house during the day but you didn't ask the servants to do it for you. Your loyalty to him remained despite knowing what he was and that was not lost on Muzan.

One night, he told you what this was all about, if you hadn't left despite knowing his condition then you had to stay alive. Muzan gave you the choice if you wanted to become a demon or not but whatever your answer was, you had to serve him for your entire life. The fact of being immortal did not tempt your human weakness but you told him that by having the ability to walk under the sun, you could be his eyes in the light of day and help him do different things so you both ended up accepting. You were legally his wife, so in front of everyone Muzan treated you as such although there were times in private where he was still a little soft on you, plus, he is an attractive looking man which led you to feel some things more for him , taking on mind his demonic nature.

Today had been a terribly long day, the fatigue in Kibutsuji's body caused the veins on his forehead to stand out strongly under his skin, his red eyes appeared and his pupils turned into vertical slits like a cat's. He took off the black trench coat he was wearing and left it on the coat rack at the entrance, his fangs grew to normal size after having hidden them all day, as did his sharp blue nails, making one of his servants tremble who should have already gone home. The man next to him was observed with indifference, his skin was pale and he was sweating coldly having seen the small transformation of his master, then he remembered the stories of those man-eating creatures that the women of his town told the children.

"A monster! This man is not human!! MISS KIBUTSUJI, THERE IS A DEMON IN THE HOUSE!" the man shouted trying to alert you.

His shrill screams tried Muzan's patience and when the man turned to walk up the stairs towards you he was cut into pieces in less than 2 seconds. The reddish and thick liquid splashed Kibutsuji's face making him sigh and wipe it with a handkerchief as well as his hand, the drops dripped on the stairs and when he walked next to him he moved it with too much disgust using his foot and continuing his way towards your room upstairs.

Like a gentleman, he knocked on the door before entering and upon hearing your voice he entered the room. You hadn't heard anything but his murderous look told you that he wasn't in the best of moods so you didn't say anything. You went to the bathroom in the large room and put on a pearl-colored sleeveless sleeping dress with a matching silk robe. Just like your husband, you preferred to dress in a Western style, you left your hair down and went out. You found him sitting on the edge of the bed, with both hands together mumbling some things, noticing how stressed he was and without saying anything you knelt on the bed behind him and started massaging his shoulders. You were involved in the world of medicine since you were little, so you knew the points where stress usually accumulates. Feeling your hands exerting pleasant pressure on his body, Muzan couldn't help but tilt his head to the side and put aside everything he was thinking, he took off his tie and closed his eyes, sighing tiredly. You continued caressing his neck, shoulders and back until slowly his muscles relaxed and his veins stopped showing under his skin.

"Can i...?" You asked, bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt.

You unbuttoned the entire garment and got rid of it completely leaving his naked and well-worked torso exposed, you continued massaging his shoulders and back until he felt good enough to close his eyes and lay his head on your chest, feeling your breasts very close to him. Your hands were soft and light, with a sincere and warm touch making his thoughts go elsewhere. While you continued doing your thing, he got rid of his belt and unbuttoned his pants without you realizing it, then grabbed your wrist with some force and brought you in front of him so that you were sitting astride his lap. As soon as you sat down, he took it upon himself to stare at you and open the robe you were wearing to see your breasts under the thin fabric of the nightgown and how your nipples were beginning to stand out. He took off your robe and then grabbed the hem of your nightgown to pull it up and take it off as well. A few seconds passed, he lightly patted your thigh to make you lift your butt so he could get rid of your panties as well, leaving you completely naked under his gaze. He gently took your hand, still looking at you, and brought it up to his face to caress it against his cheek and kiss your palm elegantly.

"You are a rather attractive woman...worthy of bearing my last name." You felt so lucky when he took the time to compliment you since you knew his disdain for almost everything.

You melted at his touch, at his kisses, but an unusual sensation on the skin of your hand made you look in that direction. You saw how a mouth began to form in Muzan's palm with teeth, tongue and everything. You knew about all the changes and transformations that his body was capable of so it no longer surprised you at all since he also knew how to use those changes to your advantage. Muzan smiled at you with seductive malice and with his free hand he grabbed your waist while the hand with his mouth went straight between your legs, placing his palm just below your pussy. You couldn't help but moan and startled a little when you felt his warm breath hitting you, you felt his tongue come out from his palm and begin to suck and lick all your folds. You looked at Muzan with a huge blush as you grabbed his shoulders. While his palm was in charge of your center, he brought 2 of his fingers to your hole, making you arch your back as you felt him enter and arch his fingers inside you. Both sensations made you begin to moan his name and move your hips on him to increase your own pleasure as he hardened dangerously beneath you. His entire mouth sucked on your pussy, playing with it with his teeth and pressing your clit against his tongue over and over again as he moved his fingers and the mouth on his face kissed and bit your neck and collarbones. You were starting to get very wet, the saliva and your juices between your legs making you feel very hot and slippery. Muzan's free hand took you from behind to bring you closer to him and caressed your back until it went down and reached your butt, then he went to your bust and began to knead one of your breasts between his fingers, causing you endless moans.

"Aa-aah...Muzan! Aah!" You could barely speak properly.

You rubbed your center on the palm of his hand while the mouth beneath you devoured you completely, you listened to the wet sounds that leaked beneath you and imagining the dirty scene aroused you more and more. The simple act of letting the Demon King fuck you as he pleased turned you on no matter what. Muzan was going too fast and every rub on and lick on your folds was killing you, you clung tightly to his shoulders making scratches that regenerated immediately feeling your orgasm getting closer to the point of not even being able to stay upright. Your head leaned down, leaving your left hand on his shoulder while you held on to the bed with your right as if your life depended on it, never stopping moaning or moving.

Muzan watched you from above, proud of the mess he made of you, of how he was able to lower such a prestigious and elegant lady to such a level, making her beg for more as if she were a prostitute. You were close, he knew it by the way you squeezed his fingers tighter than before and he didn't want to let this moment pass him by. Muzan grabbed your chin to make you look into his eyes.

"Look at me...you're about to cum, aren't you? I want you to look at me..."

You tried to raise your face towards him but lust was stronger than your five senses, your body was heavy with pleasure and you could barely open your eyes properly. You didn't heed his request and that might make him angry so this time he held you tighter, digging his nails into your soft flesh making your cheeks sting.

"I told you I want you to look at me when you do it...it's an order." He demanded.

You clung to his shoulders without stopping moving and he increased his speed, you squeezed him again and just when you felt yourself on the edge you looked down but forced yourself to half open your eyes and look up again just as you screamed of pleasure as you feel all your whitish and slippery discharge come out from your core, wetting all of Muzan's hand under you where his mouth did not waste a single drop.

"Your taste is very pleasant, dear. I would never get tired of it." He licked his lips.

You were shaking in his lap, sweating all over your body, and a huge blush came over you again when you looked down and saw the mess you had left in his pants. Muzan smiled evilly at you and pushed you on the bed to change places and position himself over you after having completely gotten rid of all his clothes.

Your hair was a mess on the bed, your chest rose and fell trying to normalize your breathing and you could feel your sensitive folds throbbing after such a strong euphoria. You finished having your orgasm, you were wet and slippery and Muzan wasn't going to waste that.

"It's my turn, precious."

He told you, showing you his fangs in a smile and in less than you expected he opened your legs to position himself in the middle of you, he took one of your legs behind your knee and placed it on his shoulder without letting go and then entered you with a single thrust making you moan intensely. He didn't care that you had not yet adapted to his size, he began to stretch you and move repeatedly inside you until he aroused you again. You could hear his soft moans and grunts in your ear as he moved, you took him by the shoulders again and adjusted your legs so you both felt better.

Even though this was only the second round for you you felt almost dead tired, your legs and waist were starting to hurt and you envied the way your husband wasn't even sweating. A pleasurable sensation formed inside you as you felt the crashes of each of his thrusts against your clit and the pressure you felt on it again and again causing you to stretch your toes and squeeze Muzan very tightly again. He loved feeling you that way, you drove him crazy with pleasure and you noticed how the veins appeared again on his back and arms but this time it was due to the strong arousement he was feeling. He had the nerve to lift his head from your shoulder and moan heavily as he closed his eyes and increased his speed, feeling you suck him deep.

"Fuck...you're perfect nngh, you're even better than those 12 fucking idiots." He moaned, complimenting you.

You loved pleasing your husband and even more so seeing that you were doing a good job. Knowing that you could manage to put the Demon King in such a vulnerable state turned you on more, making you eagerly wait for his orgasm and the second one on your part, but on the other hand it made you nervous. Muzan's arousal was as strong as 10 men combined every time he fucked you and his release was just as intense or even more so, so when he tilted his head back after you cum again, you felt a huge amount of his falling inside you reaching the bottom of your insides, spilling the rest between your legs until forming a whitish stain on the bed, under the two of you.

The way Muzan felt his scent permeate your flesh once again made him feel powerful, it was a way of claiming you as his because no matter how many times you showered or cleaned yourself, how many days went by without him fucking you, Muzan let his cells inside you, so that any creature that knew of his existence would also know that you belonged to him.

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