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Why was her luck always the worst? It was bad enough her lack of growth resulted in her developing less muscle, which resulted in her being physically weaker than her comrades. She couldn’t even hold a full-bladed sword properly which is why her’s was a stinger nichirin katana, it was lighter, modified so someone of her size could hold it. It had to be lighter.
Yet.
Why did it have to break when she fought him?
The most powerful demon she ever came across. Upper Moon two: Douma. It just had to break when she fought him, the demon that killed her sister and had eaten countless women in the area she was currently in. She expected to fight a powerful demon but not any of the twelve kizuki, let alone Upper moon two. He had this strange look of glee on his face when he used his blood demon art to break her sword, it ended up slicing deep into her abdomen, it came so fast she didn’t know she had been hit till she felt tired of all of the sudden and a warm liquid running down her abdomen. What misfortune brought about her tonight. She wanted her vengeance but none of her poisons were working. Why? Just why had her life had to be filled with misfortune?
Her insect breathing was useless, her poison didn't work, her sword broke, she was injured, it was hopeless. If she was going to die then she would die fighting him, she wasn’t going to beg for her life. Her legs trembled but she stood her ground, her world was spinning and it felt as though there was pressure in her brain. She watched as he stalked his way toward her, his fan covering his face, all but his eyes, which peaked from the top of those sharp fans.
He slightly advanced to her, which automatically made her take a couple of steps backward. Her head was proudly lifted, and she was trying her best to look as fearless and angered as she could before him. But the look on his face, in the middle of the woods with the two of them alone. She stood in front of him in her bloodied hashira uniform, it made her certain she was going to die.
She gave him the coldest stare she could muster, her eyes narrowed at him and tight lips indicate anger.
“Just do it already,” she hissed at him.
The demon stopped in his tracks and set his fans down, tilting his head with a puzzled expression but still wore that friendly smile, his features relaxed, and softly gazed into her big, purple eyes, which were still bravely looking straight at him, though were starting to get wet.
"Do what?" He asked coyly with a playful smirk. Then without waiting for anything further the distance between them was erased in less than a second he was towering over her, she had no time to react, not even to blink or express her shock when he grabbed her head tightly with his hands and imprinted his burning lips onto hers.
It hurts.
A sudden instance of shock hit the pillar so hard it felt as though her mind ceased to function. Shinobu froze. Time around her moves in a way that’s so slow, it’s almost frozen, it freezes her body in this never-ending shock in her mind. His lips on her, he’s kissing her, his lips are practically smashing against her to gain access to her mouth. The silence in her end was deafening, no thought, no action, nothing. The insect pillar can’t even process what’s happening, only that it is. The coldness was colder and darkness was darker, even the moon failed to shine on her, Douma was much taller than she was so his body blocked her view of it.
“Mpphmmm?!” Her muffled voice let out.
It wasn't until his tongue stroked her lips greedily that she snapped back to reality and realized what was going on. Shinobu tried to scream in pain and disgust, but it only opened her mouth wide enough for the demon's tongue to enter. Shinobu was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as the act progressed. Douma's hold tightened as his kiss became more akin to a wild animal tearing apart its prey. The girl went numb, experiencing only the demon's rapid heartbeat, erratic breaths, and his longing tongue that wanted to delve deeper and deeper into her. With the way he shoved his tongue down her throat and moved it around made her choke, she could only breathe heavily through her nose. His lips were still pressed onto hers as he breathed out heavily several times and then lightly bit her down lip, Shinobu feared he would bite her lip off. Then he was finally ready to break the kiss, softly pulling his tongue away from her and loosening his grip on her. He drew away from her after a few moments, smirking, happy, and ecstatic with his achievement.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he giggled like a schoolgirl, his voice was hyper and full of excitement and lust. “You caught my heart when I killed your sister and saw you run to her dying body. I wanted to take you right then and there but unfortunately, the sun was coming up. Now I have this chance, I could never truly be with you if I ate you, you’re too precious for that,” he said as he cupped her face into his hands and caressed her frozen face. “I love you so much I’m going to turn you into a demon so we’ll be together, always.”
Confessing his true intentions seemed to snap the girl out of the indifferent, half-awakened state she had sunk into. Her previous lightheadedness from the blood loss vanished In an instant and she gathered all the strength she was capable of and pushed the demon away from her as far as she could. Douma, surprised and impressed by the sudden change of her tired body just a second ago, was pushed a few steps away from her. A weak girl did such a thing. He allowed her to push him away so he could enjoy the contact of Shinobu putting her hands on him.
"You’re disgusting!" she cried out with repulse and spat on the ground between them. "I hate you, like hell I will ever become a demon, you hear me! You sick twisted pervert!"
She expects him to be angry with her, for his soft face to tighten up in rage and attack her, to kill her, eat her, and get it over with. He smiled, it wasn’t a simple smile his lips stretched out in the most sinister grin she had ever seen in her life, making her body heat and the air around them so cold. His smile got wider and wider, resembling that of a mad man.
“Oh, but you will,” was all he said, taking a step closer to show he was serious about acting out his intentions.
His predatory grin sent shivers down Shinobu’s spine. She couldn’t stay here for long, she was here with this sick demon wanting to turn her into something like him, and with his previous actions, he was determined to do it. Fear traveled through Shinobu’s bloodstream, she can’t stay here, she needs to run!
Her body had a sudden bolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins from this, taking advantage knowing it’s all or nothing, she spun on her heels and dashed away from the demon. She never turned back to see if he was chasing her, she was fast but feared with her Injury it may be too much for her body to keep up with. Being chased brings a primal fear, the kind that brings out every ounce of her. It is the kind of fear of the worst of nightmares, by Buddha, she will never become a demon. Never give him the chance to. He was insane and what misfortune for a demon that has no emotions to get his first from her, it was love. A part of her doubted it, the way he acted on her body suggested it was also lust. Her breath got heavier the more she ran, the more she shuddered at the thought of what his plans were for her. She’s running and running as fast as she could, her adrenaline ignores physical and mental pain in the pursuit of safety. To get away from him!
“Aww, you’re running away? Meanie!” She heard him pout, his voice sounded close and the moment she ran to an open part of the forest she saw the moon, wishing to look at its beauty. It was cut down when the moonlight cast the shadow of Douma just above her. Oh, God’s, he was chasing her!
Shinobu could feel the pulse leaping to her throat as she fled down the woods in an attempt to flee from the pursuing demon. Upon turning her head to see where he was, she caught a fleeting glimpse of long dark robes above with a flushed and wild face. Shinobu’s eyes widened with true fear. Her fingers fumbled shakily as she started dashing in a different direction.
“Where?! Where’s the exit??” Shinobu panicked, her eyes frantically searching for a quicker way out of the forest, desperately trying to escape him.
“Shinobu~” he purred with a sickeningly sweet voice, cooeing her name like they were lovers. “Why did you run when I showed you my love? Are you scared I’m gonna hurt you?”
His sickening words were enough motivation to run faster. She had not imagined the demon gaining a burst of speed while fleeing. Douma pushed himself forward, throwing himself toward her, terrifying her. She let out a loud shriek, startled by the severity of his motions. It was as if he had been possessed, becoming animalistic, demonic!
“Get away from me!!”
He was a demon after all but never had she seen a demon possess such an insane amount of desire toward her. In the past, she had fought demons that admitted to having some attraction to her but never have it been like this. Her efforts were in vain, the same trees and path she’s been running on have revisited her vision, it appears as though she was running in a circle. Is this his doing? She wasn’t too sure but it wouldn’t surprise her if it was.
“C’mon, where is it?! Have I been running in circles?!” She panted, beginning to run out of breath. Her previous energy slowly fading like dim light.
“You wouldn’t need to worry if you were a demon.” his voice lingered in some efforts to persuade her.
“Shut up!” she snapped back.
Shinobu struggled to run away, the light in her was dimming more and more, finding herself to be more worn out and struggling to keep pace. She pushed herself forward desperate to escape him. Despite her efforts, he was slowly catching up, inch by inch. She couldn’t see the grin and excitement on his face and feared if she did it would slow her down but Douma wasn’t even trying, he could have easily caught her if he wanted to but enjoyed this little game of tag. Douma’s long fingers suddenly curled around a tree in a strangely possessive motion that made the pillar’s head swim. His deep growling and grunting only heightened her fear. She could sense he was seething with delirium! With a muttered swear, she continued in vain to run away, her body's injured state was giving up on her, her blood loss only made it easier for him to find her. Douma’s rainbow eyes glowed in the darkness, an utter terror it gave Shinobu, gazing right at her maliciously. The vehemence and dark lust were evident from beneath those lowered brows. His lips were no more than a thin line of a wide grin with his fangs bearing right at her that sensed her waning strength. She gasped at the sinister visage glowering at her as it weighed down her legs in fear. That worked to his advantage! With a final move, Douma flung towards her, sending the frightened girl sprawling backward onto the ground. She’s unable to continue. The sudden violent pressure against the back of her head rolls her eyes back into her skull, and her vision is rendered to flashes of multiple colors, much like Douma’s eyes. She falls to the ground with a timid thud and a grunt, her body frail and limp in pain. Sweeping forward into the woods in a swirl of shadow, the demon looked down at his victim with contemptuous lust. In a fluid motion, he moved on top of her, trapping her under his body and within her own inner sanctum.
“Ahahah...I caught you~”
His eerie light voice was enough to pull her back because she hadn't been out for long enough. Her lungs scoop in the air frantically and cough up a few driblets of blood, making his lips water as she regains awareness hastily but still in adrenaline-spiked shock. She can't register that she isn't feeling anything. Blind spots in her vision obscure Douma's terrible contorted face. When her nerves return to her, her head, shoulders, and entire body reverberate with excruciating pain, and she chokes on another mouthful of blood, feeling it begin to puddle down her chin but unable to coordinate her muscles to respond. Her body is loose, and her motions are limited to the most basic of commands. As she lay on the floor beneath his body, he towered above her, his multicolored eyes burrowing deeply into her purple ones. Her expression told him she already knew she was in massive danger with him. As she tried to move away from him over the ground, his sneer got wider. There was nowhere for the poor girl to run or hide. He went slowly and ruthlessly after her, his light eyes never leaving hers, with steepled hands and a malicious grin. He was both amused and eager at the thought of finally having her.
He locked his fingers around her wrists before she could utter an insult or try to attack him. She used her elbow to prod herself up but he yanked her upright. He shoved her harder on the ground with a loud thump. He smirked cruelly as she attempted to free herself, enclosing both her wrists with one of his larger, stronger hands and holding her arms over her head. His creepy voice mocked her silkily.
“Oh Shinobu, you're so cute, so small, so fragile. Imagine what you'd be like if you were a demon.” He seemed so calm, it enraged her despite her fear.
“Don’t say such things to my face, demon! Just eat me instead! I don’t want that life with you, you monster!” she spat blood in his face, Small drops of blood landing right by his lips, it hardly fazed him when he licked it, moaning in delight at her taste, casting his eyes down at her with crazed lust.
“Eating you wouldn’t be special, Become a demon, stay with me, never leave my side! I want you to be whole with me!” he proclaimed, she looked at him with disgust, without speaking he knew she didn’t accept his proposal, his words were a thorn in her side.
Not giving her the chance to reply yet again, he dipped forward, running a trail of soft, swift bites up her bare neck. The pillar’s body froze yet again at his touch, giving her a horrible reminder about how he felt about her. Pressing his body forward, he smothered her gasp of surprise with a fiery kiss that left no room for protest. His kiss deepened, uncaring that his mouth was crushing her tender lips; he was quite displeased with the way his black and purple-haired goddess didn’t kiss him back. Drawing back slightly, he stared into her purple eyes, searching for any sign of defiance. To his delight, he found plenty. Oh, she was acting like another stupid girl, didn’t she know how useless this all was? As much as he enjoyed the struggle, he couldn’t even be bothered to pity her for her miserable attempt. Still keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, Douma ran his nail lightly over her mouth and then trailed them slowly up and down her throat. Stroking the sides of her neck in an unbearable soft sweep, it sent flames burning deep within her, it made her shudder and cringe, he was so gentle with it, it disgusted her to the very core of her being. Why can’t he just kill her already?!
“Y-you sicko!” She rasped, tears forming in her eyes while his lips moved so close over hers but deliberately did not kiss her. Instead, he slowly and softly breathed out his words against her trembling soft mouth.
“So sad your sword broke, where would you stab me? Here, maybe?” He suggested casually, pointing to his eyes that read his rank “Want me to do it for you?” He was making a mockery of her, she wouldn’t give in no matter how tempted she was to say yes, knowing he would gouge them out she didn’t want to tell him to do it, she wanted to do it herself.
“We can be together forever, Shinobu, you’re already perfect but you’re human, you won’t stay with me forever even if I eat you.” He coaxed, running his fingers across her face, her nails gently caressing her, she cringed at his touch, fearful his nails would rip her apart.
“I won’t become a disgusting demon, let alone be with you! I’d rather die!” she seethed despite her tired state, the more emotional she got the more aware she was of the slash on her abdomen.
He pouted his lips with a mocked sad look, “Don’t say that, here I am giving you the offer of a lifetime and you’re acting like a bully,” he chastised, his voice getting lower and lower, “It’s alright, you won’t remember any of this because, my dear Shinobu…” Pausing, another sinister grin spread across his face, his fangs bearing right before and his eyes glowed in the darkness that showed off more of his sharp facial features, making her heart thump in terror. She feared he was going to bite her when the blonde-haired demon leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear. She shuddered at the way his breath tickled her ear and neck. He says in his soft sing-song voice: “I’m gonna empty you and fill you in with me~”
Immediately, Douma reached her chest, ripping open her black buttoned jacket. Without warning his fingers reached down and suddenly twisted into her belt and the soft material of her hakama pants, dragging her pants down the length of her ankles. With a savage tug that rocked her hips forward against his fist, he wrenched it upward, baring her knees. Another twist and another tug, her thighs were being spread, leaving her defenseless; naked to his touch.
“WAIT, WAIT NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” She shrieked, becoming more and more aware of what his intentions were. He said he loved her, he wanted her, the looks he’s given her, and now realizing why he was on top of her. Oh Gods, no no no!
She isn't aware that his hands are rolling her onto her back and caressing her small figure, groping her bottom, and yanking her black pants down past her sandal’s and off her body. He moved to her panties immediately. She can only move her eyes, which is an exhausting act in itself, the muscles behind them straining and pulsing, and she can only watch Douma fling her white panties around in a playful manner.
"Oh no...no, no...don't..." she murmured under her breath, feeling so weak and humiliated. It didn’t help her in her injured state this sickening act he was doing was weakening her body more and more.
Tearing his gaze from her legs, he loomed closer, those beautifully colored eyes flashed with lust on her entire body. The Demon’s lips pushed forward in a brief pout that slowly became a feral grin.
“So beautiful, I feel like I’m touching the moon,” he admired, letting his nails touch her skin like she was a fragile piece of art.
“Stop it..you’re sick..! N-no...” She sputters, her body gradually reconnecting with her thoughts. Her arms flap ineffectively, but Douma easily clamps them down, his figure obscuring any light from the full moon above them. Her brightest view was the wicked smile of the rainbow-eyed demon on top of her.
“Finally, ahahaha you’re mine now!” Douma laughed, “I’m so happy!”
“Get off me!!” Her voice falters in desperation, feeling pathetic her words are the only defense she has left. “Get off...me...” her mouth forms over the words timidly but her thought process is interrupted by Douma’s wandering hands, feeling her small body up, rubbing his pale and cold hands over her breasts. He admired how well developed her breasts were despite being so small, her nipples had a cute pink color as perked up from the cold air. He never really noticed what a lovely body she had since her clothes were always so baggy.
“Wha…” She blushed profusely, never having been touched that way in that life. It seemed by his touches he’s never done this before either, he’s experimentally groped her breasts, pressing his thumb into the fat, his mouth was salivating in hunger but he resisted the urge. After a while, playing with her nipples, softly rubbing and pinching them, she bit her lip to stifle a moan, she refused to give him any satisfaction of getting a moan out of her. Still smiling, the blonde-haired demon leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, he swirled his long tongue around her perked nipple then began sucking instinctively like a baby. He was inexperienced, only acting on his instincts. Douma continued kneading her other breast in the meantime to get the right feel for them. Was this his first as well? He seemed as though he was as new to this as she was. This demon has been around for hundreds of years, meeting and eating so many women in his lifetime yet he saved his first sexual experience for Shinobu, a girl he’s been in love with for less than half a decade. Shinobu wished her nerves wouldn’t have returned to her, she didn’t want to feel him touching her. Why couldn’t she have just bled to death earlier?! She would have much preferred to be a corpse left for him to consume than to be subjected with such depravity.
Still sucking on her nipple, one hand was now roaming freely feeling her legs, drawing small circles upon the smooth pale skin of her thighs. When she squirmed, his other hand squeezed her breast harder. Douma smiled again, letting go of her nipple with a ‘pop’ speaking against her ear, his fingers continued their sweet torment.
“Tonight we’ll be one, I’m so happy I finally get to be with my beloved. I’m never gonna forget this moment, heh my heart won’t slow down. Do you see how much you affect me? I love you so much it can’t slow down. Your heart is pounding like mine, I can smell your blood, we’re meant for each other!” He said with pleasure, completely crazed and possessive. He was so delusional he didn’t even understand her heart was only pounding out of fear, he didn’t understand her emotions. He stroked the tip of his tongue across the inner rim of her ear, giggling in it as her breath shook out in a gasp, her body twisted against him, his hand moved to wrap his fingers tightly around her wrists and the other still on her breast.
“I will show you the pleasures of a demon, my dearest,” He tells her with affection and plants a quick kiss on her cheek.
She looked at him completely baffled, “What are you—ahhh!”
Shinobu hissed before she could catch her breath after feeling her wound stretch from his quick movement when he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. Her head barely raises enough to see the man above her staring directly into her eyes as he shuffles his weight to one side of her body, extending his sharp claws towards the lower areas and tugging her towards him. She remembered she was entirely exposed down there.
Shinobu’s whole body jerked in response, “I swear once this is over I’ll slice your head off!” She threatens and automatically her hands come up with every ounce of strength she can muster to push him away. This was of course exactly the reaction he had been hoping for.
“Silly girl, you’re too weak to slice my head off, remember?” he taunted playfully.
Douma halted for a time, lurching up over her quivering form and stroking back his long and messy, ruffled pale blonde hair that had fallen across his brow. His crazed face, coupled with his lustful expression and blazing eyes, only helped to increase his beloved’s heart rate. It produced a powerful tingling sensation down her stomach past the wounds and into her most sensitive areas. It made his cock twitch with excitement, and Shinobu thought her heart had stopped when she saw the large bulge in his tan pants. If that was possible, her eyes widened even further. Douma leaned very close to her face now.
“You smell so good Shinobu~ So so good~” he purred, inhaling the scent of her blood, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
He could almost taste the need for a pleasurable moment. He tore the rest of the bits of her uniform that remained on her body. The only thing he left on her body was the haori her late sister wore, he thought it looked beautiful on her and decided to keep it on her.
He went back to her chest and touched it again. She screamed once more, tears streaming down her cheeks and flowing freely all over her face. She began to shout, sob, and weep louder and louder as the upper moon demon continued to map the rest of her body cruelly with his hands—what else had she left? Shinobu was well aware that this moment would come when he pinned he down, yet she couldn't help herself. She could not fight back either, and even if she was completely healed from her wounds, it scared her yet she was more than ever horrified from the thought of him being inside of her when he finally got to her genitals.
“No! Don’t look!” she screamed, trying to raise her arms to fight him off somehow, she was too injured to move but struggled nonetheless, she can’t move them anymore! Nothing’s working!
“Don't be shy, my Shinobu, and don’t worry either, I'll soon be the only thing on your mind!” Douma chitters like a happy child, he looks down at her pink slit. She was hairless, most likely shaven but he wouldn’t have minded either way if she had hair. He felt her shudder once more when he spread her lips and got a good look at her vulva. Just under her clit, Douma found where her opening was. She was untouched, it makes him so happy to know they’re sharing their first time with each other. Shinobu sniffled, her mind desperately trying to block out what was happening, finding some way she could escape this horrible reality or pray she woke up and this was all a really bad nightmare. She jolted in shock when she suddenly felt one cold digit enter her body. Of course, she's bone dry. Blood was the only lubricate on her body, and none of it had reached her legs. Douma figured he had to get her wet and pushed his finger inside despite the friction, and she yelped in pain, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. He wiggles his finger in till her lips meet his knuckle, then withdraws his finger from her depths slowly and painfully, and she wails. He struggled to get in it, finding she had tightened up as much as she could to stop his assaults. Her attempts were so cute.
His heart rate increased in eagerness, he could feel it all over his body, even his lower regions beating strangely, although it felt more like throbbing. “I’m finally touching Shinobu, I’m so happy! It’s okay, I'll make you happy too!” He exclaimed, his words booming in her ears, she couldn’t block out his sickening voice as much she tried. She couldn’t even mentally escape him.
He had a sudden urge to taste her and dipped his head down to lick her clit, Shinobu lets out a gasp at the strange feeling, he runs his tongue lapping at it greedily, trailing his tongue from her vagina up to her abdomen, where her wound was his tongue basking in the taste of Shinobu. His Shinobu! Shinobu’s blood is so good! Tasting her makes him act out in a way he never has before. His pant’s tightened and a sudden pain coursed through his shaft, an urge. His mind is lost to the taste of her. He licked deep in the wound’s sinew and his mind went hazy with ecstasy. So much, he bites down. She lets out a cry of anguish, her eyes widening as far as they can, she arches back and pushes her head into the ground so hard her butterfly pin became under and her dark hair became loose, flowing to her shoulders. As the sharp edge of his fangs catches and punctures her skin. He couldn't hear her as his fangs were sinking into her stomach flesh till his jaw couldn't move anymore and he dug his teeth in, her blood flooding his mouth. His fangs were biting into her stomach, the agony spreading from the bite in a way that shattered her brain - or so it seemed. She lay motionless, breathing shallowly, and screamed so loudly that she was convinced someone had heard her by now. The fresh air exposure caused her muscles to twitch and pulsate. The blood from the wound oozes and spills all over her bare body, thin clots forming in the natural dips of her abdomen, coagulating at the junction of her hips and thighs, and dripping down between her legs in a faint crimson line. Her sobs become incoherent screams of desperation.
“AHH AUGHH! HNGH OW STOP!”
The upper moon snapped out of his pleasure and pulled back, smiling sheepishly at her with a bloody mouth; “Ah, sorry about that, you were so intoxicating I couldn’t help myself,” he gave her an apologetic smile. She quietly sobbed to herself, trying to ease the pain, she didn’t hear him, he gave her a quick peck on the lips as an apology which coated her blood on her lips.
Douma teases her body with her blood, placing one hand against her stomach to watch the thick liquid squirt and sputter, then scooping a piece with two fingers from his bare hand and running his digits softly along the thin outline of her form before settling back between her thighs. Only her arms and neck are moving in hopeless spasms as she grunts and squirms frantically.
“Adorable.”
He’s sweating, his body growing hotter in a way he never experienced before, every cell was tingling. He needed to get out of these clothes. He first removes his hat and black cloak, then removes his blood-red turtleneck shirt with ease, exposing his moderately toned and muscular body. Shinobu's hazy purple eyes watched with horror knowing there was nothing she could do about what was going to happen. She’s been around half-naked men in the past, mostly to treat their injuries but to see one fully exposed like this, made her involuntarily blush. Douma saw the face she made and burned it into his memory. He forces his finger in her once again, his bloodied lubrication proving sufficient. His digit slipped in and out with ease, blood tricked its way down to her core while Douma lapped it off on her clit, making her eyes roll back at this disgusting pleasure he was giving her, yet she couldn’t ignore the pain on her stomach either. In his excitement, he gathers the remaining blood on her little stomach and pushes it down into her core, appreciating the blood's delicate route through her hairless front to her vaginal lips. Despite the girl's protests, he inserts another finger.
“It feels good, doesn't it?” He asked, staring while licking her. Douma’s smile was both sinister and seductive. Shinobu ignored him, casting her eyes up to look at the moon, finding it was better to look at that than his creepy face. She tried to move further up the ground, out of his reach, each move she made sent a wave of agony all over her body, he merely gripped her thighs tighter to stop her from squirming around so much. With a raised eyebrow and an evil smirk, he dragged her slowly towards him, bending forward to kneel between her knees. He placed himself between her legs. The flimsy material of her haori was inches from his eager mouth. Leaning forward, keeping her thighs braced apart with his arms, Douma pursed his lips and blew gently onto the haori. His fingers began to tease her along her pale skin.
“That’s my Shinobu,” he muses, “Ahh look at you, now that you’re all wet for me, you’re gonna feel so good~,” he readjusts himself onto his knees, one hand still between her legs and another against his crotch, staining the tan color on the material. He palmed his bloodied hand on his crotch through his pants, moaning huskily at the relief it gave him. Her glare narrows on a thick outline in his pants, by estimation alone she knew he was massive. She watches his eyes crinkle and his lip tremble at his own application of pressure, sighing in pleasure and sticking his tongue out, his drool and his blood in her mouth began to drip onto her pale thighs.
“Y-you sick bastard...I swear I’ll kill you!” she says between seething teeth.
The demon raises an eyebrow, stunned for a singular moment, a dysthymic shadow cast across his eyes. He removed his fingers from her, there was a string of blood and her juices mixed that connected before it broke. Douma brings his blood-covered fingers before his eyes, trying to coat himself in her fluids, to surround himself with her scent.
Shinobu gasps in distress, every cell in her head exploding. The sensation is piercing, searing, and pulsing. Her eyes flicker briefly before locking on her torn flesh, where she can see the blood dribble down her torso, and her knees buckle as nausea rises in her throat.
“I can’t wait anymore! Seeing you like this gets me so excited, I’m gonna love you now~” Douma pants, he’s breathing so hard it was as though there was no more air left. His hands quickly undid his belt and he yanks them down. Shinobu heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, her body freezes and she went even paler. Oh no, it’s happening, he’s actually going to do it! The insect pillar desperately tried to regain some energy to fight him off, to kill him or to run away, anything but this! Her nightmares are a reality, this isn’t a dream, this is happening, he’s going to rape her. She panicked like never before, moving her body and squirming to get away from him, her breath increasing in fear and her head getting woozy at her body's current state. It’s hopeless. Once his penis sprangs out of his underwear, he lays his body on top of her once more, shivering at the feeling of Shinobu’s naked body pressed against his aching cock. It’s large, fleshy, veiny, throbbing with precum at the contact of vaginal lips. It was far too big for her, she couldn’t even guess the inches of his length or girth but knew it’s too big for any normal-sized woman, let alone her, it was going to split her in half.
“Shinobu’s so close to finally being mine,” he beamed. Her arm curls instinctively to her body as his grip on her wrist loosen, smearing crimson streaks of blood across her abdomen. Shinobu looked down to see he had his cock positioned at her entrance.
Shaking her head with fresh tears down her face, she couldn’t take it anymore. She screamed.
“Wait no! Don’t do this!” She screamed, stifling her panicked sobs, but it’s getting hard at this point. He ignored, forcing his erection against Shinobu's core, his fingers darting over her hips and over her inner thighs to burrow between them. She bites her lip to keep from screaming in pain, but Douma's sharp fingernails push deeper and harder into them till the skin tears and the blood trickles. She bites her lip to keep from screaming, but he eventually has enough and spreads her legs without effort for him to enter her more easy.
“Mine,” he growled.
Without wasting any more time, he rammed his cock into her. Shinobu stills in shock at first, her mouth opens but no sounds come out until Douma pushed a little harder then she wails aloud at the pain, the tearing her hymen and invading her body with every push he made inside her, every stretch her walls made, every sting of blood mixing with inflamed tissue was painful it doesn’t compare to his penetration. This was hell.
“Ahhh argh no! Pl—Stop—ahhh!!!” She shrieked into the dead of night. It stabs into her entrance, slipping deeper and deeper inside her. She winces. Douma's breathing becomes shallow and rapid, and he murmurs under his breath
“Ngghh, Ah Shinobu,” he moaned. He almost teared up in the joy that he lost his virginity to his beloved and that he took hers as well.
Oh, she was so tiny. Her waist was so small he could fit both his hands on her. Adorable.
His length would, unfortunately, not fit. Douma looked down and saw blood immediately trickling out of her despite only shoving the tip in. He was sure the tearing wasn’t normal, he’s never been with anyone like this before. He had heard women bleed during their first time but do they bleed this much? The blood was pooling down and it didn't look healthy. He wondered if he was going to split her in half the more he forced himself in. But, oh, it sounded so appealing with any other victim of his. So arousing. But he needed to claim her. He couldn’t kill his beloved Shinobu. Why wasn’t it fitting?
“Huh, it’s not fitting? Why aren’t you accepting me?!” He accused fiercely, showing his first signs of anger. It scared Shinobu how his emotions go on and off for a demon who feels nothing like that but she let out another pained wail when he forced more of his length. She was so tight, so unbearably tight, he felt like he was going to finish already. She squeezed around him, whimpering softly and yelling at him to stop and take it out. She didn’t beg even if she wanted to, it was a matter of pride to her but to Douma, it didn’t matter. He couldn’t fit his entire length in, only half of it was inside her till he felt his tip press against her cervix, she was so small. It hurts so much, she was already sore down there. Shinobu could feel it in her, stretching her open and invading her most personal area. She felt full. Painfully full like she was going to break.
When he realized this was as far as it could go inside her, he finally stopped, feeling her walls squeeze around his shaft. He stiffened, feeling the length he could inside her, and sighed that they finally became one.
“Ahh~I’m inside you. It feels like paradise, so good! Oh, Shinobu, thank you so much for letting me share this with you,” Douma smiles with tears of joy beading in his eyes, sighing and beginning to move. Thrusting inside her slowly for the first minute, it was difficult to move, her insides were squeezing him so much it was like it was trying to break him.
"It—it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, stop!" Shinobu whimpered. He was far too big for her, she didn’t know whether it was due to their anatomy difference but her body wasn’t made to take something of his size and it was tearing her apart. It brought about a new form of hell she has never experienced till now.
“I can’t ahhh—it hurts! It’s too much!” Shinobu gasped and struggled, but Douma was relentless, going feral with her.
He reached his hands up, she tensed up feeling he was going to hurt her more but he gently caressed her face, finding some way to ease her and make her feel loved. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.” He cooed then made another thrust hitting her cervix each time, making her entire body jolt in pain.
His pace was too harsh for her, he was driving his length into with such force she wanted to die. Over and over in a continuous cycle of pain. He didn’t slow down one bit, she unintentionally tightened up around him each time he hit her cervix, which happened to be every thrust he made.
“This is love from a demon Shinobu, take it all!!”
“Ahhhh it hurts!!!” she squealed.
He panted and stared at her crying face with adoring eyes, he looked down to see the blood coming from her entrance and spilling onto his cock. He felt as though there were butterflies in his stomach at the sight.
“I was your first! Shinobu’s first blood is mine! You don’t know how happy I am!” He exclaimed happily with pleasure, eyeing the girl below him like prey, yet there was affection in his eyes, the same eyes that did not see all the pain he was causing her.
“STOP!!”
He lifted her legs by the calves into the air, contorting them into a painful angle so he could easily penetrate her. His razor-sharp nails ripped into her calf's skin, and he snickered as he saw her eyes shoot wide open. To him, any reaction meant she was enjoying it in his twisted mind. She let out a pained, distressed yell. He could tell that her throat was sore and aching from all her screaming. She sounded hoarse and desperate, Shinobu’s voice. So pure. So light. He wanted to hear more of her. It made him thrust even harder. Finding her screams to be music that he can listen to for all of eternity. Listen to her beautiful voice.
“Shinobu, can you feel I’m inside you?! We’re one now, I’m so happy!”
For a brief moment, all that could be heard was his malicious cackle, moving much faster than before. It didn't stop caressing, sliding, smoothing, and pushing her hurting insides before settling into a regular pattern of lovely lingering caresses. Douma smiled as he moved his hips faster, teasing his beloved Shinobu by kissing her all over, showing her how much he loved her. She whimpered miserably and only had enough strength to raise her hands and sob into them, her mind burning in sorrow and trauma.
“Shhh shhh it’s okay, don’t cry,” he comforted in a light-hearted tone, slightly slowing and giving her little relief. “You’re human you don’t understand but this is the pleasure of a demon, you’re my first too! We’re sharing our first time together, this makes me so happy!”
He resumed his pace once more, he was hyper-aware of the way the tissue of her walls squeezed down against his enlarged shaft, he could feel every part of her. Shinobu’s scent, Shinobu’s blood, Shinobu’s tears, so perfect, so sweet, it’s all he's doing, the very essence of her drives his cock deeper into her, earning another painful wail.
“I-I can’t take this!” She sobbed, she’s going to pass out from this, or better yet, die.
Now it seemed he couldn’t understand the pain he was causing her, he generally believed she was enjoying it.
“Your voice is so cute!” he bubbled, leaning in as close as she could to her face, not noticing how her eyes widened in distress at his deranged face. “I love you, Shinobu!”
Her body size is that of a child even if she is developed, and she reacts predictably. Hot tears spill over her flustered face, and she wails in anguish as Douma thrusting causes her more and more pain. He crashed his lips onto her in a painful and possessive kiss, blocking out her screams and greedily lapping his tongue in her mouth. The demon roams his hands along her smooth skin, kneading mercilessly at her breast tissue, pinching sensitive points between two fingers all while still rocking his hips. her chest becomes red and flushed, near bruised from its abuse.
Douma's forceful thrusts gained traction, he accelerated his strokes. He squeezed Shinobu's breast even tighter, eliciting a pained gasp from the insect pillar. He broke the kiss moments before Shinobu passed out, she wished she did. His hips were a blur between her legs, huffing and groaning while muttering Shinobu's name.
“Shinobu! My Shinobu!” He moaned loudly. “...mine, you’re mine, my Shinobu! Mine!” a ghostly moan escapes Douma. “The pleasures of a demon! I’m giving it all to my love!”
And again and again and again, he thrust, his moans were interspersed with moments of ecstasy. The friction between their skins was making them feel hotter and hotter. He bites his lip in delight as he stares at her intently. His breathing was rapid and uneven. A rush of pleasure washed over him as he ran harder and faster, feeling nothing but joy from his mingling inside of her.
A hollow expression emerged on Shinobu's face. Her head fell to the side. Each time he moved, she would wince in agony and contempt.
"So cute," he admired, fondling her breast harder and rubbing her nipples.
Shinobu's cheeks flushed scarlet from shame as he pressed his blue nails into her breast, squeezing and fondling it. parts of her chest were covered in blood when he tore the flesh. One hand grasped her hip, keeping her close to him. As he pushed harder and deeper, he could feel the pleasure rising.
The pleasure was too much for him, it made him love her more. While in the act, he began rambling to her:
“I love you!”
“Do you love me Shinobu?!”
“Oh my cute Shinobu, if you were a demon you would’ve taken me better! It’s okay, we’ll fix this very soon!”
“We’ll always be together!”
“Once you become a demon, you’ll be my bride. You won’t remember your past but it’s okay! I’ll be here with you!”
His words were distant to her. Inhaling deeply, Shinobu's eyes squeeze shut as her teeth clench together. She does everything she can to avoid being present at this time. This causes her to dissociate from her body by blocking the sense of Douma. feels like she is floating in mid-air There's a soothing hum in the air, and the pain acts as a dim, warm blanket. To find some solace, her hollow eyes stared up at the moon in the hopes of blocking out what was happening to her. There is a part of her that wishes that she could die right now. The Demon on top of her pushes violently into her damaged body, and she loses all sense of self. She's not here anymore. Shinobu’s slack body raises only slightly with each battered inhale, and then rests. She hears the faint sounds of his voice.
“No one else is going to love you, no one else will need you, it’s just me! I’m the only one who loves you from the bottom of my heart!”
“I beg of you, please, just let me die,” She prays to Buddha, God, anyone but no one listens. No one is there.
She broke down under this immense pressure; she could feel Douma’s hand quickly slipping up behind her neck, holding her head while he assertively closed in to kiss her passionately.
She made no sound when his lips connected with her bruised one, a numb feeling coursed through her entire body, she can't even feel his lips. There was no fight from her end so he easily slipped his tongue into her mouth, he licked every part of her mouth then broke the kiss, pressing his lips on her collarbone instead and moaned into it.
Douma pressed his entire body while still rocking his cock in and out of her bleeding cunt making a slick sloshing sound, “I won’t let you feel sad again!” He says against her skin, “You’ll have me! Me and me alone!”
With each hard thrust, his cock pulsed, the blood from the tearing making it slicker and rubbing delightfully against his shaft, making him even more eager to go faster. As a surge of ecstasy swept through his entire body, his world went white as his cock stiffened, causing his body to curl on top of Shinobu as he gave one more push. His cock twitched and his sperm spurted inside her. He pushed his cock into her as far as he could go. He pushed his entire body weight into her to ride out his final waves of orgasm.
“Mmmm Shinobu!” he moaned heavily against her collarbone.
She feels something warm burst into her womb, it pumps and pulsates into her, his cum dripping from beneath her. It was the only thing she could feel right now and it left her nauseous and cold. Douma lets out another moan and bites into her. His breath is hot and sticky with blood and saliva against her collarbone wound, and she feels his tongue lap against the shreds of skin.
Breathing heavily, his body began to recover from the thrill. As he lay on Shinobu, his penis was still inside her, he felt her skin, breasts, and heartbeat over his. She was numbly staring up at the moon, her eyes puffy and red with streams of tears down her face, she was broken. The night stilled for a few moments. After he emptied inside her he finally pulled out but slowly to savor the feeling of her walls tightened around his softened cock. His penis soaked in her blood and his cum, and she feels him shudder at the cold air, he’s panting hard. His cum immediately leaks from her destroyed entrance, the white fluids mixing with her blood. The sight leaves him blushing and drooling.
“Oh, Shinobu~ you’re so…beautiful. An absolute goddess.” He admired in a hushed voice. Only wishing for her to hear his admiration and love towards her. His rainbow eyes roamed over her bloodied and violated body, he’s watching her like she’s a masterpiece of his creation and she was.
Shinobu didn’t respond, there was no thought from her other than it was cold. She couldn’t handle his brutality, she bled too much. Her wounds were open and he left a new one inside her. She laid as her breathing slowed down, it became a noisy rattle finding herself closer to death. She would embrace it, anything to get away from him. This monster. Her pulse was thready and his nails remained blanched long. Shinobu was numb and tired, lying in her own blood and sweat she knew she was dying and only wanted to close her eyes, too tired and too broken to have any will to live.
After a few moments of watching Douma finally understood what was happening, “Oh no, you’re bleeding out!” He says with fake remorse, still naked he hummed to himself and placed his hand on his chin to think over what he needed to do. Snapping his fingers, he said, “I have to turn you now or else you’ll die. Oh my poor Shinobu, if you became a demon sooner you would have felt the pleasure of a demon, too bad you’re human. Now no more time to waste.”
Douma hummed a tune to himself, he placed his tongue between his teeth and bite down as hard as he could, his mucosa instantly broke and blood flooded in his mouth, the familiar metallic taste filled his mouth and held it. Leaning over a dying Shinobu once more. He resisted the urge to smile to avoid any of the blood leaking from his mouth. The Upper moon demon pressed his lips onto her unresponsive ones, he found it easy to prop her mouth open to force-feed her the blood. He shoved his long tongue down her throat to ensure the blood had a smooth passage, his eyes staring wide into her hollow one. He breathes into her with excitement. It's done! She drank the blood! Shinobu can finally be with him! It’s over, her fate was sealed with a kiss.
He broke the kiss, his lips were parted from her with the thick string of blood but the tip of his tongue was still mingling with hers, the act was enough for him to get hard again. Patience, he thought to himself, he needed to wait for her.
“And so it begins~” he chuckles, sitting back and watching the blood set into her body.
Shinobu’s mind was left scattered and broken, she had no idea what was going on but just moments from death she felt something wet and tasted something metallic enter her mouth. Thinking her hell has finally ended little did she know it only began. After she swallows the last droplet of blood. Her body immediately spasms, it shocks her right into a sudden awakened state of confusion, awareness, loss, pain, pleasure, misery, rage, desire every feeling she’s ever had. It’s smushing right into her mind, it has an immediate reaction, her veins pop up from her skin, all over her body, it gives her a sudden burst of adrenaline and hyper-awareness of everything going on around her yet it leaves her confused as to what was happening. A burning ill flowed through her body without any obstruction. With the adrenaline came pain, her blood was burning, a venom was invading her bloodstream, invading her entire body. It stings like acid was burning her from the inside out and there was nothing she could do.
She let out the most blood-curdling scream she could muster, “AGHHHHHH!!!” it tore through her vocal cord, ripping it to the point she could no longer scream but rasp out her pain.
Her eyes burn to the point she feels as though they’re melting in her socket, her eyes wandering everywhere in a panic then land on him. Douma. He sits in front of her and watches in delight with his hands cupping his cheek to support his head while he watches his lover being turned into a demon. A final tear escapes her eyes as if dealing with the pain was exhausting enough without having to think about anything else, the pain takes over a section of her brain. It steals the part of her, her memories, her emotions, her happiness...her humanity. As if an unseen blade were being held against her flesh, the pain is intense. It's being taken away from her. it leads her here, death, abandonment, and despair have all led her to this point of no return. Every moment, she was dying, her humanity was dying. Fading away, it vanishes…Shinobu is no more.
Shinobu’s body goes limp and silent. It’s over, it's completed. She’s his.
“Finally.” He begins with happiness ensuing his tone, standing up, “My dream came true. My wife, Shinobu.”
Douma stood over her, watching her veins die down, her wounds heal up and her shredded skin stitches itself back together. She looks the same, saved for her fangs. She’s a newborn demon so her appearance would remain her human self until she devoured more humans. Shinobu’s new thoughts were empty, gone, with no purpose but to breathe. Shinobu’s consciousness returns to her, her eyes slowly opening, her split pupils emerge to a new world, the first sight to greet her was Douma.
Words could not describe how he was feeling right now, his heart was pounding with joy, his bride was reborn, finally, they could be together. He wanted to cry with tears of joy again. In less than a second taking in her first breath as a demon, the scent of blood hung over her, filling her with a strange feeling that something was stolen from her but she did not know what. She felt a chill run down her spine only then did she notice she was naked, only sporting a bloodied butterfly haori. She didn't know where she was, who she was, or anything else. She only knew now she was no longer human.
“Oh, you look so beautiful.” Douma expressed with affection, his eyes full of love and contentment in contrast to her glassy and broken eyes. He grabbed her wrist with ease and she did not resist his advances. He pulled her into his lap and raised her chin so he could passionately kiss her.
When he kissed her, Shinobu felt a strange instinct come over her, and she returned his kiss. Her lips pressed back with as much passion as his, there was no longer any misfortune, she felt her previous emptiness being filled. His eyes were a warm affection of colors that illuminated her soul. Her demonic purple eyes staring deep into his rainbow ones. There was a strange feeling lingering within her when she stared at him, something was missing. She did not know why but the way his colorful eyes looked into her made Shinobu’s new life feel welcomed.