SET YOUR HEART ABLAZE!

And, he could hear your whimpers clearly because you're just next to his room. That was so naïve of you, not to be cautious to give a snake the taste of his prey. His slim arms would often slip into his sweat pants, aiding himself a release.

But he never interrupted you when you were on your stream, never let you know that he is one of your favorite anonymous gift sponsors until he heard you struggle with the new dildo he gifted to you. He really wouldn't have entered your room but he doesn't want you to hurt yourself while playing. He wants to teach you that foreign hands feel good too.

It was like any other day instead you decided not to go live today. Being unable to sleep, you decided to hit the fridge for a quick midnight snack; little did you know that your beloved brother, was frustrated, and starved for days since this was your fifth day of not going for an online stream.

“You’re gonna study more?”, he asked as you drank half the bottle empty before going to bed. “Nah! I'm gonna sleep.”, you correct him but you could tell that he doesn't buy it by the way he scoffed. And in the feat of his tempting sweet chuckle, you asked, "What?" to which he steps in closer, leans in your ear to tell you that it isn't a wise choice to lie to him.

You were clueless, you had no idea that your needy moans and screams were audible in his room, and hence you don't get his enigmatic tone. "Oh C'mon! don't give me that look; You know what I'm talking about?", his eyes scan your facial reclines as you back away a bit but he instantly palms your face making your heart drop.

Before you could do anything, you both already crossed the line: his lips busy sucking yours, hands slowly sliding under your braless loose oversized top while your hand towards his crotch. Everything happened so quickly that it made your head mushy, vision hazy.

"Ahh-ahh", you moan as you feel his cold fingers against your feminity. "See, it's different when - he doesn't get to finish his line since you take his hand out from your soaking feminity and lick it clean like a good girl. His pupils expand in surprise watching such a smart mouth; he could feel his cock twitch in pain as you shut your eyes lapping the tip of your tongue on his thumb. He quickly drags you to your room pressing you against the bed hovering over you. He traces his finger from the tip of your nose to your belly button and pauses, "So?", followed by a husky cackle.

You lick your lips constantly as he takes that newly gifted dildo in his hand while his eyes look for the lube. It's odd, he has rarely been in your room yet knows where to look; It's almost as if he watches through the cracks of the door, visits your room in your absence. He pushes the dildo into your hole and watches your folds clenching it. You grip the bedsheets as he starts to move them to and fro very slowly.

“Fuck, do it faster Iguro”, you hiss tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you feel a lap of his tongue over your bud. “Holy sh— he presses your mouth making you roll your eyes white as he quickens the pace and then he pulls it out. You curl your legs up to your belly turning around, breathing heavily feeling warm fluids leaking through your peachy folds.

“Hey-yh”, his voice reaches your ears and you turn your face towards him, heavy eyelids trying to keep up with the high. Obanai notices your exhaustion and places a cover over your body. He doesn't want you to hate him for losing his senses, acting upon his raw emotions. You sit upright leaning against the wall wanting to ask the obvious question. ‘did he? No! did he send the dildo too?’

On the bed was a gorgeous, jewel-toned, sparkly outfit he got you in a color that was sure to bring out your eyes and turn heads at dinner. A backless halter neck dress with a long leg slit that was sure to hug your curves beautifully and flash a gorgeous leg. The high heels definitely looked designer–and super sexy, with a fancy purse and accessories that all matched the dress. Ornate. Over the top and gaudy, but sure to look stunning and classy. He did an amazing job at picking an outfit for your anniversary dinner!

On the bed was a gorgeous, jewel-toned, sparkly outfit he got you in a color that was sure to bring out your eyes and turn heads at dinner. A backless halter neck dress with a long leg slit that was sure to hug your curves beautifully and flash a gorgeous leg. The high heels definitely looked designer–and super sexy, with a fancy purse and accessories that all matched the dress. Ornate. Over the top and gaudy, but sure to look stunning and classy. He did an amazing job at picking an outfit for your anniversary dinner!

“Wow, my star, you really outdid yourself,” Tengen gushed as he faced his outfit you picked out for him.

A jewel-toned, well-tailored suit with an ornate pattern, sparkly brooch, jewelry, fancy shoes, and a shirt he was definitely going to wear mostly unbuttoned.

You grinned at his heart-eyes at your fashion choice. “I can say the same, babe. I’m so excited for dinner with you, we’re going to look so hot for our second anniversary.”

“Hot enough to burn the whole place down.” His hands were on your hips, and he brought you up into a hot, wet kiss. Your lips met and danced with a buzz of electricity that you felt run all the way down your toes in excitement to go on this fancy date. The kiss became not so innocent and made you excited in multiple ways as big, rough, greedy hands reached under the globe of your ass, kneading it apart so you could feel your sensitive pussy lips spread, making you grind into his touch. You both groaned into the kiss as it grew deeper and he ducked forward, fingers rubbing around your throbbing, wet core momentarily under your loose shorts. Then he broke the kiss, stood straight again, and you both were standing there like nothing happened. You looked at him wide-eyed as he brought his two fingers to his mouth and *sucked* your juices off of them, finishing with a pop, making eye contact the whole time. And your little clit absolutely had a heartbeat of its own.

“What do you say, I go to the bathroom and we get dressed and have a flashy outfit reveal?” he winked down at you and you cocked an eyebrow and smirked up at him.

“Well, the world is our runway, Mr. Uzui.” you took off your sweatshirt, freeing your tits and you saw his mind go dumb for a second. You giggled and pushed him a little, “Go, your lady is changing!! I still have hair and makeup to do, time’s of the essence or whatever they say!”

His maroon eyes got so dark they looked like amethyst for a second. “Mmmm…Of course, how could I be so rude, my sparkling gem. I will take my…indecent leave.” He mock-bowed with his outfit hanging on his massive forearm and sauntered off to the bathroom, sneaking back a little look at you and snickering to himself about something.

What a dork. My big, naughty dork.

The second you lifted your dress to put it on, you immediately thought, Oh, and you felt your pussy squeeze around nothing at the sight. Underneath, laying on the bed, was something bright pink, and definitely a vibrator. Quite the, erm, accessory.

You didn’t wait and knew he’d want you to put it in. It was a sizable head with a thin shaft that went deeper, deeper, and deeper until the end of the vibrator cupped over your clit and you gasped when the head hit…your spongey, delicate spot. Fuck, it was going to be a long night of him teasing you for your 2-year anniversary, wasn’t it?

Well. Two can play that game, you thought. When you were done with your makeup, you were pleased. You felt like the baddest lady in the land, and ready to snatch his heart away. Hell, you just snatched your own heart just now, serving major sex FACE, sheesh. Glassy, glowy skin with glitter body oil over your chest and legs. Pink flushed blush verging on erotic on your nose and cheeks. A colorful eye look to match your dress with well-placed colorful glitter (the glitter was sure to give him a hard-on). Full lashes to make your eyes droop seductively. And last, but not least, a nude lip look with a gradient that turned to a reddish pink….the exact same recognizable shade as a certain engorged little bud Tengen was very acquainted with. And a gloss that made your lips look so, so wet. Almost as wet as the ones downstairs currently were. Hair wavy, a little tousled, with an effortless sex-hair look.

The door opened, and a large beautiful aura whooshed into the air.

“I’m out, baby, oh my. You look as ravishing as ever,” his voice dropped at the last sentence, he was breathless. His eyes almost teared up at how gorgeous his darling was. Sure he was the god of festivals, but how did he get so lucky with such a goddess? She was like the sun, blinding every single day and never changing in her intensity.

“Yeah, now that you gave me privacy to change, perv,” you teased, hand on your hip, eyes now wandering to his chest, rendering you just as guilty. “You look great too.” Your words hung in the air as you were just as breathless, and not able to play it cool at all.

He looked…well, stunning as Tengen always is. His hair lay in loose, wet-looking waves. That suit hugged his arms and legs so well, his broad shoulders looking extra wide and sharp. His big, round chest said a gorgeous, “hello world” through his half-opened shirt, and the chain necklaces graced the large neck space above it just as perfectly as you’d imagined.

You both shared a knowing look–and decided to go to the car, but not without him pecking your forehead with his plush lips. Of course he wore the “soft lips” lip balm. Always paying attention to the little details, and admiring every detail you put into presenting yourself, like an art historian admiring a symbolic Renaissance artwork.

He let you pick the music and had it on full blast, with the windows open so everyone on the street could see the lord and his lady.

By the time you got to the restaurant, you were both in a laughing fit about some ridiculous scenario that’d never happen, but was still so funny.

He opened the door on your side and helped you out of his tall, huge, glittery sedan with flames. “You ready to eat your heart out, my dear?” he asked, to which you retorted, “That’s what she said, and she as in me.”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “Hah! What a flamboyant response! Well, you know me, Y/n. I'm always ready to eat, and if you were being served, I’d eat you under or over the table. Just give me the word.”

You blushed. “You wouldn’t though!!”

“What, like they could stop me?” ok, that’s actually true. You both laughed as you arrived at the classiest Japanese restaurant you’ve seen in your whole life.

The restaurant was shaped like a pagoda on the outside, with big gem-encrusted dragons above the entrance, blowing fire as torches, gorgeous roofs with sparkly gold on the end of each pane. You walked in and there were levels of open air balconies forming a square surrounding a large wisteria tree with round white lanterns in the middle and a well-groomed sand garden.

Well-dressed people sat at tables on all sides of the square, and laughter and music filled the air, but not deafeningly loud. Shrubbery and gorgeous decorations were throughout the whole place and the walls were dark red and jade plus dark oak, perfectly matching you both.

You both looked like priceless jewels on a crown, like this place belonged to you. Well…you made every place look like it belonged to you, you both were that type of successful fashionista power couple that was never caught lacking, always working the room, making everyone who gazed upon the two of you accept that they could be your side characters for the night. And that was without even trying. Everyone had a crush on both of you, regardless of sexual orientation—oops! A host holding table settings and two ornamental boxes led you up a stairwell to a private level, closer to the top of the tree.

Everywhere you walked, you felt eyes looking at you and people whispering about how you both looked like royalty, and you both basked in the awe and admiration, hand in hand the whole way.

Just an angelic, flashy, young couple in love. Making the whole world fall in love with you both.

“The design of this place is breathtaking,” you remarked, and Tengen’s thumb stroked the back of your hand.

“Well, if you need spare oxygen, you know I got you,” Tengen spoke in a quiet baritone to you, making your cheeks flush for real directly under your rosy makeup application.

You both made it to the table, Tengen pulling back your chair so you could sit in it, before sitting down himself. A seductive-looking waiter with pink hair and dark tattoos that looked like black jewelry bands around his neck and forearms came up to the table, eyeing you hungrily despite the six-and-a-half-foot machine of sexiness sitting right across from you.

“Irasshaimase, welcome to The Wisteria,” the man bowed in flirty hospitality, then turned more towards you, making you glance to your man who sent you a comforting smile, “My name is Akaza, I will be serving you tonight. What drink would I have the pleasure to give such a dazzling lady?”

Tengen smirked, agreeing that you are in fact dazzling, and you didn’t notice his hand was under the table until it was rubbing your thigh, making your brain go a bit dumb.

“Hmmm, I, I would like the Lapsang Souchong tea- and -gin cocktail, please,” you said politely, voice cracking as you inhaled slightly while Tengen’s hand slid further up your thigh and squeezed. Damn those long arms!!!

“Ah, such a smokey, mysterious drink,” the server’s sharp teeth flashed when he grinned. “A refined palette.”

“So sultry, my lady,” Tengen spoke so lovingly, his hand making your eyes almost roll back as it snuck under the slit of your dress.

“Oh yes, and for the fabulously stylish gentleman?” He whipped to the white haired man, grin never faltering. The tone turned to more of a jealous undertone, disguised so, so well under layers of trained, suave manners.

Tengen winked at you, and his hand left your thigh, lending you some temporary relief from what will be a long night of incessant teasing. “I would like the dark sherry shochu.”

“The 12-year aged shochu, correct?”

“Yes, yes that one.”

Suddenly you gasped and you felt your walls flutter around the toy you almost forgot about. Pulsing pleasure was hitting your most sensitive places, making you want to whimper at feeling as if Tengen curled a digit in your spongy area. You could’ve sworn both men’s ears perked up like a dog’s and they turned towards you.

“Was there something you’d like to add, Y/n?” Yeah, babe, fuck you and your stupid vibrator app, that you’re hiding under the table.

“O-oh, yes, uhm,” your ears felt so red, “I was going to say that’s a great choice too!” you smiled, teeth digging into your tongue as your pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“Perfect, I will get you both some drinks, and please, feel free to open the boxes, they’re our gifts to you,” the server gave you a second glance of yearning, and with that, he left, Tengen nodding in thanks.

You panted lightly, and looked up to see Tengen’s eyes sparkle darkly at your frazzled state.

“Open your legs, sweetheart– I mean, the box,” his voice was smooth and controlled.

“Very funny, babe, did autocorrect get you on that?” you gritted out through your clenched jaw.

Thankfully your vibrator let up as you both opened the carved, gold-lined boxes to find the menu in a cute little scroll, some pastries in a little box, cute sake glasses with your names on them, a flower in each box, and…..

“Red string,” you whispered, “how romantic.”

“Yes, my dear, we were definitely destined to meet. Just like how I am destined to make you cum by the end of this meal,” you shot him an incredulous look and out of nowhere, just in time, the server reappeared with your drinks, a bowl of edamame beans, and some glasses of water. Akaza told you both to ask him anything about the menu when he comes back, and Tengen told him you’ll just need a few minutes.

“Thank you,” you smiled weakly before the server left, and took a sip of your drink which was served in a lovely whiskey glass with a sprig of thyme. It smelled…spicy, woodsy, piney, smokey, comforting, almost like a bonfire. Almost like burying your face into Tengen. The taste was earthy and sort of bitter, but enjoyable. Your lover took a sip of his drink, and watched you shift a bit in your seat as he moved the intensity up and down, and way up, and back down a little. Your pussy felt like it was doing backflips, clit twitching, shivers running up and down your spine, and your mind grew hazy with lust as you tried to focus on what you would want to eat. He noticed your shaky hands holding the menu.

“What’s the matter, babygirl? Is your drink okay?” his voice was above a whisper and laced with faux concern. He ate the garlic edamame as he enjoyed the show, sucking it from its peel and licking at it with his wet tongue, wine-dark eyes feigning innocence.

You didn’t know your hips were moving a bit, and his warm hand returned to your exposed thigh, rubbing circles, leg brushing against your other leg. “You might want to stop moving so much in your seat, someone might see~” he rumbled, making you smile dangerously at him and attempt to still yourself. Gosh, such an asshole.

“Mmmm, I’m alright dear, just looking at the menu, my drink is delicious, too bad it’s not you I’m drinking.” You tried to tease back to get some form of upper hand, take back some power. But Tengen had a funny way of getting his way, every time.

You swallowed as you felt more blood rush to your sex and bit your lip, the vibrating pleasure in your core intensifying. Your clothed, now swollen sex was definitely even more perked up against the vibrator with no way of escaping such dizzying pleasure, and you could tell you were absolutely dripping right now. Guaranteed, if you got up now, there would be a wet spot on your seat through the high quality fabric of your dress, and you were starting to undress your date with your eyes. Not like he wasn’t doing that this whole time.

“Yeah?” your boyfriend teased, adjusting the vibrator on his phone, making your hips buck involuntarily from the stimulation, wanting to beg for him to bend you over and fuck you senseless in the restroom. You keened and gripped the table, taking another sip of your drink to stifle an audible moan.

“Y-yes, I-I want to try a lot of, um, dishes.” Your wet spot got wetter and wetter as your weeping pussy’s throbbing was practically making your ears ring and your heart pound.

“Well you can have whatever you want, my dear. As much of anything your heart desires. Say, what do you think we should order, Y/n dearest? Hah. Akaza, man, be ready to bring out a bunch of dishes,” your date smirked, and you turned, horrified, to the server.

“Oh, yes, there’s going to be ah-a lot,” you finished with a chuckle, a foot kicking Tengen’s shin. “F-first, I’d like the gyoza, a-an order of calamari,” you swallowed thickly as Akaza quickly wrote, leaning in to hear you, smelling your pheromones in the air.

“And, one question, what’s takoyaki, again?”

Akaza smirked, “fried balls of octopus meat, madam.”

“Four orders of those balls, please, with extra cream sauce,” you and Tengen tried not to laugh at four octopus balls with your twelve-year-old sense of humor.

“Mhm, what else?” amusement flickered in his eyes.

“Two orders of Pufferfish sashimi,” Akaza’s eyes widened because that’s the most expensive dish on the menu, and Tengen’s eyes sparkled because that’s his favorite food, “Unagi nigiri with extra eel sauce, oysters, riverstone wagyu beef, cold soba, uni sashimi, salmon lemon carpaccio, lobster tail with butter, toro tartare, the baked salmon cheek roll, the spicy boyfriend roll, and seaweed salad,” you fought but just saying the order made you proud of yourself for not letting a single moan roll off your tongue.

Akaza picked up his jaw from the ground, and turned to Tengen. “Anything else you’d like to add, sir?”

Tengen smiled, knee rubbing against yours. “Some mixed tempura, chicken on a stick, crispy taro, kamatoro, and black watermelon sake please. You can bring any dishes that come out first, but preferably the sake bottle first. Thank you.” Your server bowed and was gone in a flash to put in the hefty, hefty order.

“Yeah, we eat enough for a family,” you chuckled, and his eyes glittered mischievously.

“And we can make a family after I eat you.” You almost spat out your drink, and he turned the vibration he lowered for you to finish ordering, up to the highest setting. You threw your head back for a second, pleading with your eyes, biting back all the whimpers you wanted to let out so, so bad.

This was torture. “Tengen! Y-you’re so mean,” you whispered in desperation, and he laughed heartily.

“Me???” He acted scandalized. “For wanting to start a family? I think I’m not too terrible–Oh! I dropped something.” He ducked under the tablecloth gracefully, so unlike a huge broad six and a half foot man. You almost believed him when all of a sudden you felt two hands moving your thighs apart and moving over the vibrator that was torturing your poor, puffy clit. You bit back a yelp when a warm tongue licked a long, wide stripe all the way up your pussy and swirled over your clit. Stars swam in your vision like a firework show, and his tongue lapped up everything your wet, delicious sex had to offer.

You took a shaky sip of your drink, keeping your hands from pulling on his silky hair, and subtly glanced around. Luckily no one was around at the moment. Fuck, did you even care? Desperate need forced your hips into his face, and you felt a smirk against your pussy as his hands kneaded your juicy legs. Your breathing was heavy and you whined under your breath when he left and went to get back up, setting the vibrator right back onto your clit when he finished. Fabulous.

“Found it,” he said, and wiped his lips with his napkin, setting it back down on his lap as if he had a tasty appetizer. You blinked back tears of pleasure, trying not to cry off any glitter until dinner was over. He could tell the waves of stimulation were doing a number on you, and was excited to watch you come undone by the end of dinner, trying so hard to keep it together in front of an entire restaurant. He found it so sexy how flamboyant you looked, and wished your mewls could be loud and clear right now.

“You tasted so good, my little yome, so generous to me. Such a good girl,” he purred, his words alone riling you up, “I got to taste a delicious drink just now, let’s see if this watermelon sake even comes close, hmm?”

You poured the hot sake to find it had a black color. The dull throb went down a bit lower so you could pour the drink steadily.

“Black watermelon is actually black, huh?” you asked. You both clinked the sake and took sips. A sweet, refreshing watermelon flavor complimented a warm, milky rice wine.

“The skin is black, making this watermelon super rare and valuable, but not as rare and valuable as you.” You’re not sure if it’s the gin finally kicking in or if it was the butterflies in your stomach, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“So fucking cheesy, I love you,” you were melting, pliant, trying to keep your sass, but watching yourself turning to mush instead. But it felt good to slowly slip away into that submissive, stupid headspace. Intoxicated in his scent, intoxicated by the sweet sake and bitter smoked cocktail, waves of lust drowning out any cares of looking proper. You knew Tengen loved seeing you that way, when you stopped giving a fuck, and you hated how easy it was for him to get you like this despite your stubborn efforts to keep your composure in public.

He enveloped your hands in his huge ones and gave them each a warm, mushy kiss. “And I love you.” He really was breathtaking, with his usual energetic smile softened, eyes the color of deep love, looking at you with more admiration than anyone has ever looked at you, long white hair looking so grabbable if he went under the table again. How did you get so lucky two years ago?

Before you knew it, a bunch of beautiful dishes eventually lay in front of you both, and you began to eat.

( DRAWING ID: Tengen sitting in his seat across from you, food on the table, giving bedroom eyes, one hand under the table to touch your thigh.)

Tengen put the raw wagyu on the hot river stone, and it sizzled as he cooked some for the both of you.

“So, when did you realize you loved me?” you asked. He always told you what he loved about you and the first time you both confessed your love, he took you on a scenic hike in the misty mountains, and you kissed under the waterfall. He added to your life in so many ways, and made you the happiest you’ve ever been. But it was all a blur and he could never recall when he first realized he loved you.

He thought for some time, giving you the best-looking slice of beef, and took a little sip of sake.

“Y/n, I think I finally found the answer. I actually knew I loved you the first time I saw your flamboyant self walking in the city, in such a flashy colorful outfit, and not just because of your obviously gorgeous appearance and boldness in your self-expression. Your confidence and kind aura pulled me in. I knew I should give my heart to you, when you dropped that beautiful scarf of yours, and I gave it back, and we got coffee because you had some free time, and blessed me by letting me take it.”

“Why did that moment do it for you, love?” He savored the puffer fish sashimi, letting it melt on his tongue.

“You’re so radiant, and when I talked to you, and your eyes sparkled and your voice just sounded so confident, so powerful, I thought, ‘What a woman. I want to be hers.’”

You were satisfied with the answer, and put some green onions and spicy kimchi into your sauce bowl.

“And now you are mine. I didn’t even realize I dropped my scarf because I was just focused on trying not to stare at you and keep moving forward. But you forced me to look at your cute eyes when you said, ‘Ma’am you dropped your scarf!’ I wanted to be a strong independent woman, I didn’t want to find out if someone like you would re-break the heart I took so long to rebuild, I didn’t want to be tempted.”

“Thankfully, you know we are both strong, independent people, and that alpha female energy is what I love about you. I want you to know I will always look to shine your sparkle from the mountain tops, add more fuel to the fire if it dims. You can climb on me in the process, love, I’ll be that mountain.”

You shook your head, closed your eyes, and giggled. Ugh, he’s such husband material, you can’t even. Him talking like that made you blush and grow wetter, in addition to the low thrum of the vibrator hitting your g spot mercilessly. Men would pretend to be the full package, but it always came with a catch. They always thought you were weird and intimidating for being yourself. Meanwhile Tengen….he’d fuck you harder when you talked business to him. Get so pussy drunk and eat you so good when you’d talk about what you achieved. Being “too much,” taking the leash in your life, getting what you wanted…that was hot to him, and drove all the unworthy away.

“Babe, you’re literally perfect for me, you know that right?,” you smiled at him, “I will always cheer for you the same way.”

When you said that, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him, and then he looked at you like you were a meal and he was so hungry he hadn’t eaten in days, though you both had a 12 dish meal that was almost done.

You took the hint.

“Babe, if you don’t mind, I just need to use the restroom for a moment, I’ll be right back, we should get dessert once we finish,” you winked and he told you, “absolutely love.”

His eyes were glued to your ass when you walked over to the restroom on this level. That dress really does it justice, he thought.

Too bad he can’t see what’s underneath.

Once you went to the restroom, you moved the vibrator to the side, and your head was ringing and your chest felt flushed from how the alcohol combined with your arousal, combined with the soft feelings Tengen brought in promising to support you and your dreams. You snapped a picture of your pussy and sent it to Tengen, your main reason to use the bathroom.

Delivered

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Me: “Your second dessert 😉”

You used the restroom quickly and cleanly despite the alcohol level in your blood making time feel a bit stunted, and then went to wash your hands in hot water to ground yourself.

“You’re, like, so pretty babe!!!!” a pink-and-green haired woman said, washing her hands a couple feet away from you. You squealed, as the vibrator was POUNDING your sensitive cunt, but the lady thought you were enthusiastic.

“Thank you so much!! You too, your hair is so pretty! Enjoy the rest of your dinner!” You grinned, flushed, and dried your hands shakily.

“You too, that dress with that makeup is so pretty. Your date is lucky as fuck!!” her smile reached her bright green eyes.

“Girl, yours too, have a g-good night!“ gosh you were a mess. You grabbed your purse and checked your phone.

Daddy 😫💦💕 loved a message you sent.

Daddy 😫💦💕: fucking tease 😈

Daddy 😫💦💕: Get to the table.

Daddy 😫💦💕: NOW.

You obeyed, having a hard time walking because of the crazy stimulation your weeping cunt was getting, and smiled innocently at your date as you both resumed eating, his breathing looking as heavy as yours as he looked at you like you were his next course. He had a lot to say to you.

“You know what you’re doing, looking so delectable like that, no fucking panties. Wet drool on that chair. You know I could bend you over this table, right? Make all the plates go to the floor, and fuck you in that sparkly little dress and show everyone just how slutty you are and how good you taste before and after my dinner?”

His voice was thick with arousal, and you were thrilled to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Oh I know you can, Daddy,” your attempt at annunciating the word flirtily became a mewl, but you tried to pawn it off confidently. You were squirming in your seat, playing footsie to locate his hardon. Found it. Oh he was hard. As a rock. And he was very amused at you teasing back, as his tongue darted across his upper lip, and he made the pulsing go up and down repeatedly, sending you into a hard-to-control frenzy. You were running out of the strength to resist, to give a fighting look. Fuck.

Your head was spinning.

“Mmm—I, I’m getting s’close, you know?”

He chuckled dangerously. “Well you know me, I never break my promise, my baby firework.” He was such a fan of stupidly cute nicknames that weren’t supposed to work. And as if he cast a spell, flashes of white light spotted your vision like fireworks in the night, and your breathing was shallow. You bit your lip to try and keep your impending orgasm at bay, but it was about to hit you like a freight train.

When you were able to focus for a little bit, you saw your boyfriend kneeling on the ground, and your eyes widened. Wait…..what…..

“Y/N,” oh fuck. Oh fuck. You were gasping for air and his words echoed in your mind like it was just you and him in this moment, like a spotlight was on the two of you and the world stopped turning. Was this real? With the overdrive in your pussy, oh it was definitely real.

“My lady, you have made every day of mine so much more flamboyant than I could have ever imagined. And I just want a chance to make you happy, safe, and full of my love for the rest of your life. I promise to be your number one fan and supporter, as you keep conquering what you set out to do. I never break my promise. I will always make your light known to the whole world, if that’s what you want. I will always be proud of you baby.” Words. So many words, this is too much, you felt a thread about to snap and the pleasure, the love, the praise, the promises, the heat, thoughts of the future, it just kept you flushed and wanting to be fucked full, so full,,,,

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

Snap.

“Y-YES!!! OhmygodsYes!!” you screamed, toes curling in your heels, eyes tearing from ecstasy, and your fiance smiled warmly, slipping a gorgeous ring on your finger as you came, hard.

“YAY!!!!” he roared, just as loud, to save you from humiliation, and he wrapped your trembling form in a big bear hug, swooped you up, and kissed you, both of you moaning into the kiss.

Cheers hid your hungry moans, and people were touched, thinking, ‘Aw, they’re so excited to be together, look at all that passion! The lady is crying, how sweet!!’

When your climax died down, the server brought the check and an oozing lava cake with sprinklers and smiled a bit sadly, since you were definitely claimed with that giant rock on your finger, by that giant stud sitting across from you.

Your ears rang and you basked in the afterglow of your orgasm and the high of just getting engaged, vibrator brought so low you could barely feel it, but your pussy was definitely twitching and still engorged and puffy, needy for your man’s touch.

All of a sudden you heard something sound like a cannon blew off, and above you, in the sky, where everyone could see, was a bright pink firework shaped as a heart, that was HUGE and took up the whole sky, then fell into little white sparkles, making more people clap for you both. What a perfect depiction of how your entire body just felt two minutes ago.

Tengen winked at you and squeezed your hand.

“I love you,” you mouthed. He leaned forward and kissed you.

“I love you, and I’m going to eat you love,” he whispered in your ear. Chills.

The entire car ride was a blur, all you remembered was holding his hand in both of yours, admiring the sparkly ring he gave you. He carried you like a princess from his car to your home, but the second he put you down, you found yourself pinned against the door.

His huge, wide form enveloped your own as he continued that deep kiss from the beginning of the day, your hands reached for his strong neck under his open shirt, and his hands were once again grabbing your hips and holding a leg up so you were straddling his thigh. He ground into you, ravenous, moving down to kiss your jaw, and then your neck, biting and leaving an entire trail of love marks on your body. Your hands finally found their way buried into his hair, and his were now making quick work of removing your dress. It was all happening so quickly, but also not fast enough. You both moaned when your dress was off and his thigh was flush against your drooling pussy, lifting you off the ground against the front door.

“I’ve been waiting to have you all fucking day,” he growled, and you whimpered at his touch, trying to unbutton the last few buttons of his shirt, but his leg grinding on your core was distracting you.

“Focus, babe, or are you too dumb on the dick already?” he chuckled, and took his shirt off himself, to reveal huge, ripped muscles that gave you goosebumps every moment you were in a position like this.

“It’s hard to think when your most sensitive spots are being ravaged all night, and you haven’t even fucked me yet,” you protested weakly as you tried to undo his belt.

He laughed at your shaky hands moving too slowly to do anything, and he bent down, keeping your leg up, and slid out the toy, your juices absolutely soaking the bright pink and making the matte glossy and wet. A string of your glaze connected your pussy with the thing that was making you drenched all dinner. Well, one of them. The other sprung right out when he unzipped his pants, fuck he was so fucking big, always stretched you out and fucked you silly. He licked your arousal off the toy before putting it over your dress on the ground.

You whimpered. “Tengen, p-please.”

“Please what, my love, what do you need?” He was grinding his head against your clit, ruling you up more than at dinner.

“Please, fuck, I need your cock, right now!!!”

“Language, baby,” he bullied his thick head into your entrance and his fat cock pushed all the way inside you in one thrust, your pussy was practically sucking him in at this point with how wet and teased it was. He held you up with both hands and immediately started thrusting up into you at a bruising pace, stretching you out and molding your walls to fit him and only him.

You were a blabbering, inconsolable mess at this point, and wet slapping sounds filled the space, his head hitting your cervix over and over again, threatening to split you open. Your hands were holding his traps for stability, and he grinned, red eyes gazing into yours as he pounded into you.

“How does it feel to know you get to–use this cock for the rest of your life?” he asked, now thrusting at that perfect angle to hit the spot that’s been abused all night.

“S-so, so good, oh fuck, m’close,” you babbled, eyes tearing up as Tengen kept pounding your soft spot over and over, hips slapping your clit, balls hitting your ass, unforgivingly. He whined hearing you say you were getting close. “Is that so?” he mocked, and next thing you both know, your pussy was clamping so hard on him, it was milking his cock of his essence, and his hot, white seed spilled into your walls. Your back arched above the door, and he held you still while you both came.

But you knew him, and you knew he had plenty more in him, and he moved to hold you in one hand as he plugged his hot cum deep inside your womb, using his other to rub your poor little clit, which had some of your cream on it from his harsh thrusting.

You cried out, toes curling, “S’too much, I’m—ahh…” but he was not stopping, and it felt so good it almost hurt as he thick digits expertly worked your aching clit.

“Aww, is it too much for my little wife to handle?” he cooed, and your hips ground against his as you were still filled up, and you screamed while he prolonged your orgasm. His dick twitched inside of you, and your release splashed over both of your stomachs and some of his thighs.

“Oh, that’s a good girl, squirting all over my cock, hmm? Let’s go to our room cutie,” he carried you up the stairs, thinking, what if he bounced up each step and made you cry from even more overstimulation? That would be so funny.

But instead he took you to bed, pulled out, and lapped at your pussy, licking up your combined releases near your entrance. You tried to squirm but he lazily rested a big heavy arm across your hips, rendering you unable to move away from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Gonna marry you,” he went down on you again,

“fuck you full of babies,” he inserted his index,

“...make you a milf….” he said in between smooches to your pussy.

You were too far gone to even say anything back to that, he just had you begging and crying, drunk on his touch and desperate from a full night of teasing.

“Mmm, hubby, please? Fuck me now, please???” you finally managed to squeal.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, getting on top of you.

“Good girl, asking so nicely, you know I like when you’re direct like that,” he pushed your knees higher so they were in your chest, and teased himself into you again, making you mewl at finally feeling full, and so sensitive from everything.

“So good, please please please? I’m your wife, I’m all yours, breed this pussy, please?” you let your pussy do the talking, and being so vocal made him ram in, from halfway out to kissing your womb, then back out, over and over and over.

His deep, passionate thrusts rocked you back and forth like a tidal wave, he was so powerful, and he bent down to kiss you sloppily, both of you suffocating.

“You’re gonna take–ah–every last load, baby, gonna breed you, fuck…” Tengen loved how wet and reactive you were, all needy from his teasing during dinner. You whined and moaned in time with his thrusts, each time he hit your spot you’d make a breathy “ahh,” or “mmh”

He wanted to make your moans his ringtone so he could hear it all day long from his pocket, you sounded so fucking beautiful like this, he wanted it to last forever. You did too. You both ended up holding hands as he kept slamming into you in this mating press, and you maintained eye contact through half-lidded eyes.

You looked down to see the white dribbling out your pussy and around his cock, and he felt you tighten around him. Determined to pull yet another orgasm from you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb and whispered in your ear, “Come on, sweetheart, that’s it, cum for me,” and you obeyed, trying to scream but not making a sound as your mouth made an “O,” and he grabbed your chin to look into your glassy eyes, fucking you through another orgasm.

You swallowed back tears as his huge cock kept its pace as he chased his own release inside you again, his gasping and groaning getting louder as he felt himself nearing that same blissed-out state.

Then he pulled out momentarily, admired how your pussy winked for a second, and turned you around, pulling your ass up because you were putty in his hands.

He thrusted back in, barely holding back, and you screamed, “‘S’too much, toomuch, mmm, slow down please?”

And he laughed, ignoring your pout and pleas to stop for even a second, gripping your ass and thrusting over and over into your g-spot, heavy balls slapping your overstimulated clit.

“I told you, I’m going to fuck you ‘til my babies drip down your legs,” you had no choice but to be good and take his huge cock, your face was buried into the mattress, fucked dumb, nonverbal, just whining as he used you like his little fleshlight.

He pinched your clit and rubbed it just like that, and white-hot pleasure again started to take over as your sobs egged him on, and he stayed just like that, waiting to cum until you did.

You weakly arched your back higher so he could go in deeper, to which he grinned. “Such a good little slut, gonna knock you up, my perfect wifey, so fucking wet for me,” he was babbling, and with one particular rough thrust, you were cumming and crying, the perfect combo, squeezing him for a long time and getting every last bit of his cum deep inside you. He filled you up like a fucking donut, and you felt swollen with his cum.

You were spent and let him hold your ass up so it would all take, his cock still plugging you in.

When you felt the hot cum going into your womb he pulled out and gently turned you over to your side and he got in behind you, laying soft kisses on your neck.

“Are you excited for the wedding, sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“Yes Tengen, we’re going to have such a flashy wedding…and invite all our friends and family…” your voice was sleepy.

“And you’re going to be pregnant…” Tengen rubbed your belly, breaking you out of your haze.

“N-not yet!!!” you turned to look at him.

He chuckled. “Fine, fine, but I’m not using a condom, so maybe you will be.”

“I guess I’ll be on top of the birth control, ‘til after the honeymoon.”

“I hope you forget it,” he winked. “If you’re sleepy now, the honeymoon’s going to be twice as bad, but we’ll work on preparing you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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YOUNG ADULTHOOD / 1910

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes faded to black and there was no life.

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

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

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

“But I……am not noble.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sara’s blood, to be exact.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at him and he seemed so…familiar.

Like you’ve seen him before.

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

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

Funny how things come full circle.

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

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

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

The pain reflection! That was in your notes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, men killed your mother?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the helllll are you wearing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, queen?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sssso you–”

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

“You were on fire…”

“Yeah.”

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

“But….” you look at him questioningly.

“Kyojuro.”

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

Kyojuro nodded, his piercing eyes unreadable this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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he can’t help but call you, praying to whatever higher being that you respond and are willing to humor him.

“hello?”

“baby…n-need you…”

need you. it’s hiccuped and soft, faint squelching in the background telling you the purpose of this call without anything being verbalized. he’s adorable when he gets like this, you can’t tell him no you’re not even sleepy.

“hi taro, need me?” you greet him with the same softness, a little sultry as you wait for him to tell you his needs.

“want you to say my name, it’s pretty when you say it…” he’s embarrassed, gyuutaro feels like a fucking annoyance but he’s aching. his name leaves your lips multiple times, spaced out and delicate enough to make your boyfriend feel tingly inside. you can hear the slight hitch in his breath and the gentle schlick of the toy on his shaft. you imagine it’s covered in a shiny glimmer of precum, his tip collecting a good amount of it inside the clear toy. you wish you were there.

“what’s next, taro baby?” you say with a slight impatience. not because you’re rushing him but because you’re getting worked up yourself, hugging your thighs together.

“c-can you just touch yourself? make yourself feel good f’me.” you hum a soft okay and start tugging at the pebbled bud imprinting your shirt. he can hear the restraint in your sighs of pleasure, your quietness making the need bubble up again. “angel, what are you doing? describe it to me.” gyuutaro groans as he continues to stroke his shaft. you describe your actions, telling him you’re tugging at your nipples and massaging your breasts through your old school shirt you sleep in from time to time. “wish it were you, gyuu. m’getting sensitive.”

you’re also getting whinier and whinier, fully groping your breasts as you rub your thighs together for whatever friction that can sooth the throbbing down there. he couldn’t take it anymore, biting the inside of his cheek as he listened to you writhe on the other end, stroking his cock even faster. “keep playing with your tits, angel. you sound fucking gorgeous- shit!”

you whine in frustration “gyuu, wanna play with my pussy. don’t you wanna hear me?” the image of your delicate mauve, pinkish center oozing juices of your desire put your boyfriend’s stomach in knots. fuck hearing it at this point, he wants to see it, switching the audio call to video as he scrambles to prop his phone up.

you answer and immediately hear the harsh suction of the faux pussy gliding up and down gyuutaro’s dick, his face twisted and contorted in frustration and pleasure. he was coming undone and at his breaking point, hips stuttering desperately while groans and whimpers escaped him. “play with it for me, angel. wanna see you fuck yourself nice and pretty. the way i like it.” your legs spread apart and your fingers delve into your heat, your middle digit rubbing frantic tight circles into your clit while the other hand’s middle and ring prod at your opening. fuck you’re gorgeous, glistening folds and puffy lips in full view as you look into the phone camera. “like this, taro?” you say sheepishly as your reflection causes waves of heat to radiate your cheeks.

“y-yes baby, just like that. such a pretty girl, my pretty girl – f-fuck.” he watches your fingers push in and out, the loud squelching of your pussy and your whines making him give in.“this thing ain’t any good, i- shit! n-need you, wanna bounce you on my cock until i’m empty. until you’re dizzy, baby please.” bouncing on gyuu’s cock would be ideal right about now, stuffing you full and being able to feel the desperate throbbing of his shaft.

a few fast pumps and twists of his wrist was all it took for spurts of hot sticky cum to coat the inside of the clear plush plastic, gyuutaro’s haggard breaths dying down as he goes again, working himself up with lazy strokes.

“taro, m’close…s-so close.” you hiccup as you squirm against your soft sheets, whining and rapidly rubbing your clit until it finally hits you, a rush of euphoria shooting up your calves. strings of curses and gyuutaro’s name are ripped from you. “m’here angel, right here.”