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A gilded cage. That's where she lives now.
It was simply bad luck. Shinobu was on a seemingly normal mission to investigate a cult for demon activity when she happened to uncover the leader and "god" of it was none other than the bastard that killed her sister. Douma.
They fought long and hard and it was almost like he was playing with her until the poison she prepared started taking effect. It made him serious and it also made him a little obsessed.
How could such a cute and tiny demon slayer do so much damage to him? He could feel his movements become ever so sluggish and his attacks ever so weaker but instead of enraging him, it exhilarated him. The poison that spit out of her mouth and sword coated him like candy. A rarity like her was hard to come by.
He knew he had to have her.
The battle was long, but her poison wasn't developed enough and Shinobu was bested. She accepted her death and her failure as he raised his hand for a final blow.
Everything went dark and Shinobu fully expected a touching reunion with her big sister.
But it never happened.
Instead she awoke, chained to a bed in a fancy bedroom with her head pounding.
Douma had taken her as a prize.
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Throughout the months that Shinobu was his prisoner, he surprisingly always treated her well. She would often throw things at him or hit him or just plain insult him, but he weathered it all with a smile. She shuddered thinking that he got some sort of sick pleasure from all of it.
That was their routine day in and day out. Shinobu was constantly figuring out how to escape and Douma was constantly trying to win her over.
If she was being honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he killed her sister and so many others, he would almost be pleasant to talk to. But the former facts cancelled that notion out completely.
Right?
Sure, sometimes she was too exhausted to berate him and would silently listen as he went on and on about whatever he wanted to. And sure, she almost laughed at his jokes a couple of times, but everyone had some humor in them. It was only natural to laugh! And maybe his presence didn't send her in a blind rage anymore, but it was only because she needed to be calm if she was going to escape!
That's what she told herself anyway.
It all came to a head the day a wandering demon got a little too bold.
She was meditating when he snuck in - a low level beast to be sure but one was enough for her when she was unarmed and unprepared.
He leaped at her with a roar but her reflexes were as sharp as ever and she quickly dodged. He swiped at her with his sharp claws and she deflected every blow with the chain to her cuffs.
She didn't know how long she could keep it up. She wasn't very strong in general - it was only a matter of time until-
SQUELCH
All of a sudden, there was a hole in the demon's stomach and a bright red hand protruded from it. Blood burst from the wound and wound up drenching her from head to toe. She looked up. Douma stood there with an expression she had never seen before. She could recognize fury on anyone though.
The lesser demon, sensing an upper moon, immediately started begging for his life. He pleaded for understanding and mercy but Douma just stared in silence before he had enough and starting tearing into him. Ribbons of flesh flew from the demon as he screamed - a sound Shinobu didn't know they were capable of making. She winced as the pool of blood below him grew and grew. More blood splattered on her but all she could do was watch his cold fury in action.
With a final move and a "Never touch what's mine," Douma destroyed the demon's head.
With the deed done, he turned his attention towards her. He peered at her, checking for any wounds. Eventually, this started to annoy her.
"Quit staring. I have enough problems with how I'm going to clean myself up. Now go away." She frowned at him when he made no effort of even pretending he was going to leave.
Instead, he just smiled at her. Something in that grin felt very, very wrong to her.
Suddenly, he grabs her and throws her to the floor. Her eyes widen in shock and grimaces just as fast when she feels the still warm liquid she's placed in. Strong hands hold hers down as Douma rests his body atop of hers, hips pinning her in place.
That infuriating smile never leaves his face.
"I made a mess of you." He coos.
She frowns and spits on him. "You don't care."
He doesn't even flinch, just brings his face closer. She can smell the perfumes he wears, sickly sweet and flowery, tainted by the copper odor from the blood.
"Of course I care Shinobu. Let me show you."
Before she can protest, he licks her cheek and she stops, half in shock and half in fear that this'll finally be it. He'll finally kill and eat her. But he just… keeps licking. Her cheek, her forehead, the exposed flesh on her hands. When his warm tongue runs over the pulse point on her wrist she distantly thinks how the sensation is almost… pleasant.
She shakes her head. No. No! He killed her sister! Kidnapped her! Nothing he does is good, definitely not when it involves her!
But then he runs his tongue across her entire neck and a sound escapes her, "Mmm…"
They both tense up and Douma shoots his head back to see a blushing Shinobu trying very hard to play off what she just did. He smirks, grinding his hips against hers while he licks her neck again, with more purpose and pressure this time.
She writhes beneath him, trying to escape the sensations that are clouding her mind and soaking her underwear.
She frowns. No! He's evil! He eats humans out of sheer boredom! He can't be trusted! He-
Her thoughts are interrupted again when he bites down, hard. The mixture of fear and pleasure that shoots down her spine has her arching her back, inadvertently rubbing herself against him more and more and a loud moan escapes her.
Douma is practically giddy now. He's been waiting a very long time for some sort of reciprocation from Shinobu, and he's finally getting it! The slight taste of her blood is making him woozy from the poison she consumed and before he realizes it, he's started licking in places that didn't have blood on it at all.
He starts by licking around the neckline of her top, and then dips lower, going beneath it to her breasts.
Shinobu's eyes widen and she's snapped out of her foolish pleasant thoughts as soon as his bastard tongue reaches her chest.
"No!" She shrieks at the top of her lungs. "Get off me!"
She moves and wiggles as much as she can, but his hold on her is strong and he just keeps going and runs his tongue along her nipple, sucking and swirling and she can feel her protests getting weaker.
It feels good but she doesn't want it… Right?
As he continues to explore her body with his mouth, she's not so sure anymore. He gets her kimono completely open and she lays bare beneath him, blood around her like a perfectly fucked up halo. His cute little angel. He can see the emotions swirling inside her, battling for dominance. He slowly lets go of her hands to grab her thighs while he kneels between her legs. She doesn't realize she's free to fight back now.
"You're so cute." He laughs. He can't help himself."
That seems to snap her out of it.
She raises her hand swiftly and with determination, but before she can make contact with his face, she falters.
Because he was faster and he dips his head down to start devouring her. Licking and sucking and biting the most private part of her body. His tongue expertly eliciting every moan and whimper it can from her mouth. The hand that was going to slap him is now in his hair, pushing him closer to her soaking cunt.
And gods, is it.
She starts to dribble onto her kimono beneath her, but he refuses to waste a single drop and moves his head lower to lick it up, moaning at the taste. The sweet forbidden fruit he's been aching to eat is finally in his mouth and it is wonderful. He buries his tongue in her pussy and licks and licks and licks and licks and it is all she can do to not scream at the stimulation.
He lifts his head up and quickly bites the sharp tips of his nails off his pointer and middle finger before diving back in. He returns to her clit and shoves his fingers in her at the same time, applying pressure to both of her pleasure spots and she screams.
She can't think of anything now. Can't protest, can't say no, can't attack. All she can do is lift her hips up and down on his fingers as his tongue swirls around her clit. It doesn't take much longer for her to cum like this and he just keeps going, overstimulating her. She writhes and squirms but he holds her firmly in place with his free hand and all she can do is take it.
Her fight or flight takes over and she's doing everything she can to get him off but he just keeps going and going and soon enough the pain turns to pleasure again and her yells turn into soft whimpers. He smiles smugly as he continues his actions until she's tensing up a second time, the force of her finish weaker being so close to the first one.
As she regains her breath, head reeling, Douma finally disrobes himself. He pulls his dick out and almost winces with how sensitive and hard it already is.
The sight of his cock reignites the fire of rebellion inside Shinobu. "You are NOT putting that inside me! You've done enough, just leave me alone you demon!" She scoots back, desperate to get away from the offending appendage.
But Douma will always be bigger and stronger and he grabs her legs and pulls her back. She claws at his face, drawing blood, but he ignores her and rubs his swollen dick against her pussy, rubbing her sensitive clit and teasing her entrance. With each motion, her attacks become weaker and weaker. Eventually, she stops altogether, trading burying her nails in his flesh to clutching his clothes and subconsciously rocking against him. That's when he smiles and slides his cock all the way to the hilt.
She screams.
It feels amazing - being filled up - and the pressure against her g-spot is something she's never felt before, but she can't help but remember who exactly is making her feel like this and she grimaces. She's about to protest once more, but then he starts moving.
The only sounds coming out of her mouth now are ones of pleasure as his dick goes in and out and in and out and in and out and oh my gods, he feels amazing!
Tears spring to her eyes. Why. WHY!? This shouldn't feel so good! Every touch should feel like poison between them but his cock feels so good and she can't help but moan.
The tears fall and with them, her first sobs. They seem to spur him on and he goes faster, harder, hitting every good spot with a precise aim of someone whose done it many many times before. She starts mumbling to herself, "I'm so sorry Kanae, Kanao. Forgive me I, I-"
He licks the tears streaming from her eyes and moans into her ear, never letting up his pace once as he says, "They're not here anymore. No one is. Only. Me." He accentuates each word with a thrust that buries his cock so far inside her that the feeling of it turns her brain into mush.
She can't speak anymore, can't even think. Gibberish falls from her lips as she feels a familiar sensation building and it only takes a few more thrusts before her entire body tenses up and she's coming again, moaning and screaming as his pace gets more erratic as he chases his own finish.
She's still in the middle of her high when she feels him tense and a warm sensation fill her. He grits his teeth and clutches her hips hard enough to bruise as he comes deep inside her.
Has he ever felt so good?
Looking down at her disheveled body, marked by him in so many different ways, he doesn't think so.
This is it. This is what he wants to do for his eternity.
Shinobu's expression is blank while Douma cleans her up. He brings water and a rag and wipes all the blood from her body and changes her into new clothes. He plops her in bed and starts cleaning himself up. That's when she realizes that he left the cum and the blood that dribbled from the bites and scratches he gave her.
She squeezes her hands so hard her palms bleed.
When he's done he says, "I'm so happy I could make you feel good." He kisses her cheek. He really means it. "I'll be sure to do it more often." He leaves her with a wink and a giggle.
She doesn't respond.
As Shinobu lays in bed, sore and confused about the events that just happened, she thinks about every person she has failed by sleeping with that demon and cries and cries and cries and cries.
She's never hated herself more than this moment.