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This is the last place you ever thought you’d end up at, especially as a Demon Slayer. You stand in the middle of the brightly lit street, breeze brushing past and tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. Tapping your fingers on the pommel of your katana nervously, you take in another visual sweep of your surroundings.
When is he going to get there?
You pretend to lazily walk over to a bench lining the edge of the street, plopping down on it. By all accounts, its a beautiful night, with a bright and shining full moon, music echoing off the buildings, the street lights mesmerizing. People’s chatter ring in and out of your ears, the smells of food drifting past your sensitive nose.
As well as the stench of demon, permeating directly from the accursed hotel your crow directed you to. When you first approached the establishment, you turned around and asked it if it was sure it was the right place. It cawed angrily at you. It did not like being doubted!
You were also told to wait for one of the Hashiras. You don’t see how their presence here is necessary, its supposed to be a demon even you can handle. However, you won’t argue, it’ll make your job that much easier. Besides, you’re sort of excited. The legendary Flame pillar is on his way!
You’ve only met him once, years ago, when he saved you and your family from a demon. Inspired, you searched out a trainer and trained for many years to enter the Demon Slayer Corps. You’ve been in the Corps for about a year now, patiently waiting for the day you’d get to see him again.
“(L/N)(F/N)!”
So lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice someone take a seat next to you, not even noticing they’ve been there for some time. Practically jumping out of your skin, you clasp a hand to your own mouth to keep yourself from screaming. You turn, and there he is, still as handsome as the day he saved you.
“Rengoku-san!” You exclaim. “I’m sorry! I didn’t notice you. I was, um, thinking about the mission.” You speak softly, embarrassed with yourself.
He chuckles. It’s a booming chuckle, one that makes your heart flutter. He beams back at you. “It’s been a long time!”
“You remember me?” You gasp.
He nods. “I remember everyone I save! How long has it been?”
“It’s been five years. I can’t believe you remember! That’s amazing,” you whisper the last words, pulling the scarf your father gave you over your chin slightly. It was a keepsake for you to always remember how proud they are of you.
“Time certainly flies!” He laughs jovially, his smile radiating.
“So, Rengoku-san, do you have more information on the mission? My crow didn’t care to elaborate.”
He nods, a bright smile curving his lips. You could be fooled into thinking all the light on the street is from his smile alone. “Six couples have disappeared from this love hotel within the last two weeks. They’re very selective of their clients, all the missing people sharing a rare blood type.” He turns to you. “You also have this blood type. Are you aware?”
You nod. “Very. My trainer told me to always carry my wisteria pouch, but my crow told me to leave it behind for tonight. Now I understand why.”
“How good of your crow! He’s very reliable!”
You giggle. “You don’t know him like I do!”
“Anyways,” he resumes, crossing his arms over his chest and sitting straight up on the edge of the bench, “its safe to assume the body guards are working with the demon. If they notice Demon Slayers are trying to get in, they’ll most likely alert the demon and he’ll be gone by the time we get in there. So,” he looks you in the eye, “we must pretend we’re a couple!”
Your face goes stanch white. “W-Whaa...?”
He nods enthusiastically. “Yes! We must change our clothes, hide our katana, and walk up arm in arm! And we must be convincing!”
“I don’t even know how to be convincing. The first boy I kissed was when I was 12! That was like 10 years ago!”
It’s true. Training has occupied most, if not all, of your adult life. It dawns on you, in this moment, you have no idea how to be an actual adult. What will you do when you retire?!
If you live that long, anyway.
“Don’t worry! Just follow my lead. Do you have spare clothes?” You nod slowly. “Good! We’ll meet back here in five minutes. Is that enough time?”
“It has to be,” you mumble. “Anything for the mission, I suppose.”
With a laugh, he departs, leaving you to sit in your stirring thoughts. You do manage to find a public bathroom, change at the speed of light, and fix up your appearance to that of a dew eyed girl on her honeymoon. You shudder looking at yourself in the mirror. You don’t see this man a year into the Corps, and then he pops out of the blue on the most bizarre mission you’ve ever been on.
You heave a long sigh. This may be the longest, most frustrating night of your life.
He’s sitting on the bench when you arrive. Your cheeks flush. He’s so handsome! He’s wearing a simple fitted black sweater and pants along with a tan coat. A messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, most likely carrying his uniform. He sees you and throws you a smile, standing.
“Ready? I can carry your uniform in here if you’d like.” You nod slowly, handing over the clothing. He gestures for you to come closer. “You know, (Y/N), if we’re going to be convincing, you should act like you like me.”
His tease flushes your cheeks once more, and with a bewildered scoff, you loop your arm around his. “There, happy?”
He chuckles. “Very! We look like a couple now!”
You turn away to hide your blush. Is he teasing you? Does he know? Can he see right through you? Is he playing dumb? He has to be, there’s no way he can’t read you. He plops a silver ring in your palm.
Blinking, you ask, “What’s this for?”
“We’re travelers on our honeymoon looking to stay the night. Without rings, I can’t imagine we can sell the image.”
You slip it onto your finger, it oddly enough fitting just perfectly. Reigning in your emotions and tethering them down, you give the Flame pillar a curt nod, signifying you’re ready to get started. He pulls you close with a tender smile and the both of you take relaxed strides to the love hotel.
The large bodyguards tower over you and your “husband,” eyeing you oddly as they scoot close together, blocking your path.
“Gentlemen!” Booms Rengoku, “My wife and I wish to stay the night at this fine establishment. Do you have any rooms open?”
You have no idea what to do except play with the hem of your scarf and cling to Rengoku’s arm. Your gaze drops, almost getting lost in your thoughts again. With a mental shake of the head, you find your resolve. You need to act like a wife!
“Darling,” you whine, “we’ve been walking all day.”
“Indeed!” His arm wraps itself around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles. “As you can see, we’re very tired, so if you would let us pass?”
The bodyguards continue to stare, sizing each of you up. It’s starting to get on your nerves, all of it. The coincidence, the hotel, the guards, absolutely all of it!
“Listen,” you mutter with a smile that doesn’t match your tone of voice whatsoever, “I would really appreciate it if you moved aside. I need my private time with my husband, unless you both would prefer if we did it here?” You point to the ground, both their eyes widening. “I mean, I surely wouldn’t mind. Maybe your potential customers would, though.”
They scoot apart, giving ample space to pass. With a grab of your ass to seal the deal, Rengoku waves as the two of you pass by. “Thank you, gentlemen!” Once inside, his hand finds a respectable place back to your hand, looping his arm with yours. “That was quite a performance. Sorry for the indecency.”
Your cheeks flush. “Think nothing of it. We need to do what we can for the mission, that’s all.” You avoid his piercing gaze. What beautiful ruby eyes he has.
He leads you forward to the reception desk, where the lady behind it gives the both of you an odd stare and a raised eyebrow. A pit falls in your stomach. You really don’t want to put on a lewd performance again. Maybe Rengoku will take care of it.
“Hello! A room please?” He edges you closer to the desk. You make the connection. They need to be able to smell you. Seeing an advertisement on the desk, you move to pick one up, intentionally giving yourself a paper cut. Hissing, you throw the paper at the lady, clutching your finger in mock pain. “Oh, baby, why’d you do that?”
Your cheeks, if they weren’t red enough already, blaze as he takes your finger in his mouth, soothing the cut with his tongue. “I-I didn’t mean to, darling.”
It’s hard not to stutter. It barely lasted more than a few seconds before he returns your finger to you. Looking back to the lady behind the desk, you watch, attempting to keep a composed expression, as she scrambles to pick up the paper, stare at the blood on it for a second, before throwing it in the trash with a gulp.
“Yes, here’s the key to your room, number 11. Please enjoy your stay!”
Rengoku’s arm snakes back to your waist, leading you down the hall as he thanks the receptionist. Once you turn the corner, the heat of his hand leaves, and you can’t help but miss it. It’s not long until you’ve found the room and he’s unlocking it, pushing it open in a fluent motion. Following him into the room, two scents hit you at once. You cover your nose and wince as you close the door behind you.
“Ugh,” you groan, “someone had LOTS of sex in here. The smell is on everything, don’t they clean here?”
“What do you mean?” Asks the Flame Hashira, turning to you with his signature smile.
“I mean there was a couple here recently, and one had the same blood as me. There’s also the scent of demon, but its scent is newer than the other.” You turn to him, feeling suffocated. “What could possibly be going on here?”
“Well,” starts Rengoku, observing the room thoroughly, “from what you’ve told me, I assume they had sex prior to the demon attack.”
“That’s weird,” you mutter, looking around and under the bed for any signs of a struggle, “I would think a demon wouldn’t hesitate, especially with marechi involved.”
“Normally, you’d be right,” he responds, following your line of thinking, “there must be a reason.”
Tapping your chin, you throw him a quizzical look. “Maybe it needs them to have sex first?”
You can’t believe how casually you’re talking about sex with Rengoku. It’s nerve wracking, difficult to keep up the nonchalant façade.
“Possibly. I can understand why.” He’s now sitting on the bed, arms crossed while one hand strokes his chin. “Sex excites the blood. It must be the lust that gives it its power.”
Feeling the blush creeping on your cheeks, you once again tether your emotions. No need to get excited. You sit on the opposite side of the bed, back facing him. “So, lust is what attracts it?”
“Not necessarily. The marechi is what attracts it, the lust is what makes it more potent.” He turns to you, a casual close eyed smile on his face. “In theory, anyway.”
“Wow, you’re quick to grasp the situation, Rengoku-san,” you blink, bewildered. Normally, you would’ve sat in that room mulling over the causes for at least an hour. The difference between you and him instantly feels like a ravine, an impassable ravine. “So...what should we do?”
It’s a question you’re afraid to ask as you’re equally afraid of its answer.
“Lust empowers it,” murmurs the pillar, “so you need to experience an incredible amount of lust to reel it in!”
“Haaaaaaah???” You exclaim. “I don’t think so! That would be so embarrassing!”
“What was it you said,” he mumbles, resting his chin between thumb and pointer, “‘Anything for the mission,’ correct?” He gives a devilish wink.
Stunned he’d use your own words against you, you groan, slumping your shoulders. “Fine, what do I need to do?”
“You could touch yourself!” He laughs boisterously, the way he’s known for. You hide your face in your hands.
“In front of you?” You groan. It’s the last thing you could want.
“I don’t think it’ll show itself otherwise.”
Squirming, then standing, you kick off your shoes and drop your pants, tomato red as his eyes trace your every movement. Now you stand, lace underwear bearing nothing to the imagination, on the opposite side of the bed of him.
“Here, happy now? You must be enjoying this!” Your mocking tone causes his eyes to flick back to yours.
He stands, laying his sword underneath the bed, gesturing for you to do the same. You squat at the knees while doing so, refusing to give him more of a view than he already got. You sit down at the head of the bed, a pillow stacked behind you for support, knees locked together. He sits at the foot of the bed, leaning against the footboard, arms crossed.
“Aren’t you going to get started?”
“Look away!”
“I shouldn’t. We’re supposed to be convincing, aren’t we?”
Chewing the inside of your cheek, you attempt to shoot him your nastiest glare. “Well, the demon would already know the plan if its been listening in on us. No way would it be stupid enough to take the bait.”
“That may be so, but you’ve got marechi. Demons are willing to risk anything for it!” He laughs again.
There it went, your last argument, your last retort, up in flames. There’s no getting around this now. But, maybe...
“If that’s the case,” you start, “we could just wait it out. I don’t have to do this and the demon will just come to us eventually.”
“And how long will that take?” He asks, his smile dropping. “What if there’s another person with marechi here? What if they’re consumed while we wait?”
Truly, utterly, absolutely, unequivocally defeated, you heave a heavy sigh. “Guess I don’t have a choice then.”
“It appears not, I apologize.”
You chuckle to yourself. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Rengoku-san. It’s just the nature of the mission.”
With an enthusiastic nod, his smile returns. “Give it your all!”
“R-Right...” You part your legs, scooting one foot closer to bend your knee. The blush is once again creeping up and you let it, slowly reaching your right hand down towards your clit. You’re glad your paper cut is on your other hand.
Your fingers brush your panties to the side, your perfectly groomed pussy revealed to the world. Out of the corner of your eye, you swear Rengoku’s eyebrows raise a little. Taking a deep breath in, you dip your fingers inside to gather some wetness and then firmly press down on your clit. You shudder, leaning your head back against the board, taking in another breath. Rubbing it in circles, alternating with pinches and presses, small moans drip past your lip, floating over to the Hashira’s ears.
They sound like music. Each one. He attempts to control his thoughts as he watches you, taking all of his self control. It dwindles away by the second, a small increment at a time. He knew what suggesting touching yourself would mean, and he thought he would be prepared to deal with the consequences.
Heheheh...he was wrong.
You close your eyes, wanting to just focus on the darkness, but still you see Rengoku. Images of that fateful night, years ago, flash through your mind’s eye. You remember his back facing you as he decapitated a feral demon. You remember when he turned to face you, his hand reached out to you, the moonlight streaming from the knocked down door bathing his face in ethereal light. His tender smile, kind eyes, the roughness of his hands when you reached out and touched them that day.
How you’d love those hands to be touching you now.
The very thought set your blood on fire, causing you to mumble a deep moan. You feel yourself get wetter as you imagine his hand is the one touching you, pleasuring you. You drag your other hand over your shirt, over your breast and grope it, imagining his hand. His strong hands, you think to yourself, dipping your finger inside your wet entrance, wet enough a dark wet mark is on the sheets below it. You pump yourself, trying to curl your fingers just right to get that spot. Alas, your arm is too short, and with a desperate whine, you lean forward to try and reach it. Yet you could not.
“Do you need assistance?” A soft whisper in your ear. Your eyes fly open, seeing the man you’re touching yourself for inches from your face. In your pleasure, you didn’t notice him move.
Should you let him? Would that be okay?
You feel your lust flare. You were just thinking a few seconds ago how bad you want him to touch you, and you’re thinking of denying him?
All for the mission, you think to yourself, trying to come up with a rational thought.
Screw rationalizing.
You nod slowly, swallowing hard. He leans closer, tenderly grasping the hand touching yourself and bringing it up to his lips, licking them clean. The very sight causes your cunt to flutter, making it throb in line with your heartbeat. His hand glides down your arm, finding its way down, those rough calloused fingers circling your cunt.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” he whispers, kissing you below the jaw, inserting a single finger. “And a tight one, at that.”
He pumps you slowly, curling his finger to reach that spot you desperately wanted to before, working it in circles to stretch your pussy. A loud groan rips itself from your lips, hips bucking, both your hands sliding up your shirt to pinch and rub your nipples, causing the fire burning inside to flare.
“R-Rengoku-san,” you moan.
“Just Kyojuro, (Y/N). We’re supposed to be a couple, remember?” He moans against your jaw, his slightly chapped lips grazing it.
“Yeah,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes rolling back as a second finger slides into you, pumping faster. “K-Kiss me, Kyojuro.”
His eyes flash dangerously, not wasting a second to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue sliding past and stroking yours. Your hands fly up to his hair, losing themselves in his silky mane.
You want him. You want him desperately. His ministrations are becoming almost too much as his speed increases again, your legs shaking, the insides of your thighs burning. You feel it coming. It’s only ever happened a few times, and it took hours. But now, Kyojuro is finally the one touching you, everything you’ve ever dreamed about is finally happening.
You relax, welcoming the feeling, tightening yourself around his fingers to feel them more. One of your hands fall, pressing down on your throbbing clit, swollen and begging for attention.
That was all it took.
Your body convulses, back arching, thighs flexing, your pussy tightening on his fingers, gripping them in a vice. You break from the kiss, throwing your head back, almost wailing from the intense pleasure, wetness dripping from your throbbing pussy.
“That’s my girl, moan for me,” Kyojuro growls, continuing to thrust his fingers at a fast speed, forcing you to ride out your orgasm until the last second.
He slows down, eventually pulling his fingers from you and licking them clean. You watch under hooded eyes as he does so, entranced by the way his tongue curls out and licks away your juices.
His eyes catch yours, a smirk playing on them as he finishes cleaning his fingers.
“You taste delicious,” he says through a sly smile.
You lick your lips, leaning forward to kiss him once more. It only lasts a few seconds.
He pulls away, jumping off the bed and retrieving his sword. A ripple in the corner of the room near the door shakes the air, and out from it claws a horrid creature. You attempt to stand, but your knees buckle under you and you catch yourself on the bed. The demon smiles, the corners of its mouth reaching its eyes.
“Finally, another marechi to-“
It’s interrupted as a flash of brilliant flame sizzles through the air, its head slumping down to the ground and rolling away. Kyojuro had cut it down in a second. The rest of its body slides through the ripple, slowly disintegrating into ash.
“Well,” you start slowly, “that didn’t last long.”
“Indeed. I must admit, I was rather impatient. I didn’t want to wait for it to finish.”
“Impatient for what?” You ask, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Your eyes meet his and lock in a lusty gaze.
He sheathes his sword, leaning it against a dresser as he stalks toward you. “To finish what we started.”
He’s in front of you, your chin between his fingers as he tilts your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are clouded, hazy as his tongue swipes his lips. It sends shivers up your spine. His gaze is intense, overpowering, paired with his smile making your heart flutter. Your face turns red, your bottom lip shaking.
“Now just hold on a minute!”
“Why?” He tips your head up, stroking your chin. “Didn’t you like it?” The corners of his smile turn up and his eyes narrow. “The rest of it can be like that.” He tips your head to the side, whispering against your ear, “What do you say, dar-ling~”
Your heart plummets in exhilaration, your senses flaring and skin heating, your cunt throbbing with a carnal need. With a thick swallow, you nod slowly, hand moving to tap your finger on where the pommel of your sword would be. Finding it not there, you choose to fist the sheets instead.
Gathering your courage, you lean up to place a chaste kiss on his lips. The Hashira blinks in surprise, not expecting you to make the next move. Nonetheless, he deepens the kiss, pressing his other hand against your shoulder so you sit on the edge of the bed, fingers clutching your chin moving down to pull off your shirt. Breaking away for a brief moment, he tosses the clothing away, claiming your mouth once again more aggressively.
Your hands fly up to tangle in his wild hair, pulling him closer, pressing your chest against his as his hand strokes your tummy. He wraps you up in his arms, pulling you close and then leaning you down on the bed. Laying in just your bra and panties, you feel your whole body flushing as his eyes rake over you hungrily. His smile doesn’t leave as he strips, peeling his clothing away, you taking this opportunity to commit every muscle revealed to you to memory.
His fingers hook on your panties, pulling them down agonizingly slow. You whine, wiggling your hips.
“Don’t tease me, Kyojuro!”
“Where would the fun be in that?” He smiles, chuckling at your pout. He gives a slow, torturous lick up your slit, dropping your panties to the side. Your body erupts into shudders, clutching the sheets. He sucks lightly on your clit, your hips bucking, his hands moving to hold your thighs down. Your toes curl as you heave heavy breaths, groans, and moans. “Your pussy is so cute,” he moans against your entrance.
This sends several more shudders through your body, gasping as his warm tongue slips inside, curling and twisting, thrusting in and out. His nose brushes your clit with every inward thrust of his tongue, a thin layer of sweat making your skin shimmer under the dim lighting. Your moans grow louder when his thumb rubs circles on your clit. An intense sensation brews inside, swirling in your stomach and growing to the point you feel just on the edge.
A brief smack on your clit uncoils your insides, back arching as you moan his name. Another pleasurable surge washes over you, crying out as you fist the sheets wrathfully. Your head lolls from one side to the other, core flexing as you ride out or orgasm. Never have you felt this good, never did you think it would be because of the fiery blonde man from your dreams.
“K-Kyojuro,” you moan out, your body finally relaxed after its convulsing.
“Yes, sweet thing?” He gives you a bright close eyed smile from between your thighs, his lips shining with your juices. He peppers kisses along the insides of your thigh, each one longer than the last.
“That...was amazing. You’re amazing,” you cover your eyes with your forearm, the dim light of the room suddenly too much to bear. Your breaths are heavy, taking long dragging pulls of air. A sheen layer of sweat glistens on your skin.
He kisses up your thigh, kisses your clit, then moves up your belly, crawling up your body slowly. He kisses along your jaw. “Tell me more,” he sucks against your skin.
Your mind wanders at what you could possibly tell him. You feel something hard poke against your thigh, desire causing your insides to flare. Your hands find their way to his soft locks, pulling on them. “I want more,” you groan.
“More what?” His innocent tone doesn’t match the way he expertly sucks your left nipple.
With a thick swallow, “More of you, Kyojuro. Please. You make me feel so good.”
As if to prove your point, a shudder of pleasure runs down your body as he switches to your right nipple, firmly grabbing your ass and pressing your hip against his. You feel his thickness between your legs now, rubbing your thigh, causing you to drool a little. Gods, you want him.
“Do you want my cock?” He smiles against your breast, adding a long lick and flick of your nipple. His grip on your ass tightens, grinding his hips on yours slightly.
“Yes!” You almost sob. “I want you to fuck me!”
He clutches your chin between his fingers, staring into your eyes with that devilish grin. “Want me to fill you up? Fuck you so good you’ll be begging for it again?”
“Yes,” you whisper.
The pillar leans down, enveloping your lips with his. He moves one hand behind your head, the other to the small of your back, pressing you against him as he strokes your tongue with his. Gripping his shoulders, feeling every toned muscle, your cling to him. In one smooth move, he has you laying on your stomach, stroking your skin from your shoulders, down your back, to gripping your ass.
“You’re so pretty,” he praises, massaging your ass cheeks gently. “I can’t wait to see your pussy around my cock.”
He encourages you to get on your hands and knees, stroking and massaging your thighs. Then he presses down on the small of your back to angle you, spreading your cheeks apart, gliding his thumb from clit to cunt. He stands fully on his knees, rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds to gather the wetness. You dip your head to look underneath you, hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock. You couldn’t help the drool that threatened to drip from your lips.
He’s a little longer than average, but he’s thick. You watch as he pumps himself to spread your juices over his cock. Your body shakes in anticipation. You want it, all of it. You gasp as you feel the tip of it press against your opening, sliding in ever so slowly.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hand on your ass gripping harder. Looking over your shoulder, you see a vein protruding from his forehead, his eyes closed, mouth open and gasping, head thrown back a little. Your pussy is what’s bringing him this pleasure, and you can’t help the pride swelling in your chest. An eye of his opens, locking with your gaze, and he smiles haphazardly. “You feel so good, sweet thing.”
“Do I?” You tease, pressing against him, feeling his cock slide in deeper eliciting a shake from your thighs. He hisses, smacking your ass and wrapping your hair in his fist, pulling a little harsher than he meant to. But the moan of pleasure encourages him.
“Behave,” he says sweetly, gently rubbing the red spot on your ass. He fully sheathes himself inside you with a small flick of his hips, the feeling shooting sparks through your body, arching your back and eyes rolling.
“Or what?” You pant, pushing yourself against him again, groaning as you feel his cock deeper inside you.
He leans forward by your ear, pulling harder on your hair. “Or I’ll fuck you hard enough you can’t walk.”
“How do you know that’s not what I want?” You turn to kiss his cheek, captured by his lips instead. You feel him slowly move back and forth, all the way out then all the way in. The slowness is killing you, you want it fast, hard.
He pulls away, sensing your frustration. He takes in your pink cheeks, the drool collecting in the corners of your open mouth, the lust in your hooded eyes. He licks his lips. “Then how about I go slow until you’re crying?”
You take a deep breath in, bucking against him. “Do you like making girls cry, Kyojuro?”
“No,” he admits, “but you’re something different.” A harsh snap of his hips against yours has you crying out, fisting the sheets tightly. “You’re special.” Another snap, causing your body to jolt. His hand that was gripping your ass moves to your lips, swiping your bottom lip with his thumb, then moving it down to pinch your nipple. Shivers run up your spine, an insatiable burning in your pussy as his cock moves oh so slowly. “I want to see your pretty lips screaming my name, your beautiful eyes lost in pleasure,” another snap, “and I want to see you cumming on my cock, your body knowing I’m the only one that can make you feel this way.”
His pace increases, using his grip on your hair to pull you back harshly to meet his thrusts. His hand finds its place on your waist, holding so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise later. Kyojuro uses the new found leverage to pull you against him harder, your body shaking, your moaning uncontrollable, your knuckles turning white as their grip on the sheets intensifies. You’re sure you’ll rip them.
“My name!” He shouts with a smack on your ass.
You never imagined this would be how this night turned out. But you can’t deny this isn’t something you’ve wanted for a long time. His cock feels amazing, you can feel every vein, every curve, and every thrust it brushes your cervix, causing mind numbing pleasure to rupture throughout your body. You want only him.
In tandem with another of his powerful thrusts, you scream his name, arms shaking from the effort of keeping you upright, but they collapse from under you. His hand on your hip compensates for this, angling you so he penetrates even deeper than before. You can’t help the drool anymore, screaming, shouting his name over and over as he plows into you. He lets go of your hair, choosing to instead press down on your lower back, keeping you from slipping out of the angle he’s set.
The overwhelming bubbling sensation brews in your stomach, forming a tight knot. You want it released, you want to feel the orgasm again. You plant your hands and meet his thrusts, earning a genuine chuckle from him. You focus on the sounds of your skin slapping, the roughness of his hands, the sensations of his cock drilling into you and push against it. The tip of his cock brushes over a small spot, sending jolts of pleasure through your cunt, the knot inside snapping, a sudden gust of pleasure erupting as you feel your release wreck havoc on your insides. The walls of your cunt clamp down, feeling every pass of his cock in greater detail. You writhe, convulse, and shake beneath him.
“That’s my girl! Moan for me!”
“Aaaahhhh!” You groan out, your throat dry, tears of euphoria streaming down your cheeks.
As your shaking calms, he wraps both arms under you, holding your limp body against him. “Just a little longer, okay?” He nuzzles your neck. You nod, placing a hand on his, one on your left shoulder, one on your right hip, embracing you as he leans forward, making the last stretch to his own orgasm. His thrusts become wild as he sinks his teeth in the delicate flesh of your neck, kissing from your ear to shoulder, and back again, trailing purple bruises. He hammers into you.
“So tight, so perfect,” you feel him mutter against your skin. You try and squeeze on his cock, even just a little. His hands tighten in response. “I’m gonna fill you, (Y/N), I’m going to fill this tight cunt over and over. I’m not gonna stop until I see your beautiful belly full of my children.”
You moan out, throwing your head back against his shoulder, as if welcoming him. Your grip on his wrists tighten. You want it, every last drop.
Feeling his hips stutter, you know he’s close. His body heats up, his cheeks turn pink, the vein in his forehead enlarging slightly as he finally approaches the edge.
“Fuck!” Kyojuro groans, shooting into you. The feeling is overwhelming, so warm, so sticky. He continues to pump into you, riding his high, slowing down as he comes down from his climax. Panting, he holds onto you, the both of you panting and enjoying the silence together. He gently pulls out, helping lay you down before collapsing next to you, pulling you close. His eyes drag across your body, and a bashful blush flushes his cheeks. “Sorry about the mess I’ve made.”
You sigh, leaning closer to him. “It’s okay, Kyojuro. I like it.” Smiling, you press your thighs together, relishing the feeling of his cum mixing inside you. “What’s happened to ‘over and over?’” You say cheekily.
His eyes soften. “Give me a moment to catch my breath, and I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”
You wrap an arm around him. “Fine. But just a moment.”
He kisses the top of your head. “You were made for me.”
“Think so?”
He leans over you to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “Without a doubt.” His smile radiates, making your body relax under his gaze, a smile of your own creasing your lips. “Marry me.”
“What?!”
Kyojuro brings your hand up to his lips, placing a small kiss on each knuckle. “Marry me for real.” His eyes glance to the rings still on your fingers.
“O...Okay,” you say, hiding your blush behind your other hand as he laughs brazenly, gathering you up to press you closer to him.
“Now,” he whispers huskily, grabbing a fistful of your ass, “how about round two?”
~~~
The woman at the reception desk stares between the two of you with unbelieving, blinking eyes.
“You survived!” She exclaims incredulously.
“Well, yes,” you say, raising an eyebrow. “Were we not supposed to?”
“But you have marechi! I sent you to the room he always had marechi sent to! You should be dead!”
“Are you telling me,” you start slowly, darkly, feeling Kyojuro’s hand snake up to your waist, “that that is the only room people like me are sent to?”
The woman nods. “With the demon dead, we’re free! Thank you! But yes, he always had marechi sent to room 11. He liked to watch before, um, eating them.”
“You mean,” almost growling as you practically feel Kyojuro’s smile become wider, “that demon didn’t get more powerful with lust, he’s just a pervert?!”
She nods slowly, eyes glancing between you and Kyojuro.
“Kyo,” you turn to him, a deceptively sweet close eyed smile on your face, “hear that? I didn’t need to do any of that last night! That demon was just a per. Vert!”
“Is that so, dear? Well I’ll be damned!” His boisterous laugh echoes down the hallway as he leads your seething self out the love hotel. “Thank you for letting us stay! We quite enjoyed it!”
As the door closes behind you, you hear the woman mutter, “I know. We heard. All night.”