#oni!hanzo

You didn’t want to speak, knowing that at any point this monster could change his mind and end your life. Despite how willing you were to give your life for your village just a few hours before, you were curious about the world of this demon. He lived so freely, with so much sensation and pleasure. You felt greedy, but you wanted more.

Still, curiosity paced inside of you like an animal in a cage, waiting to be let free. You watched the dark forest pass quickly as the demon strode up the mountain, watched his bearded jaw, the fangs at his lips, the bright white of his glowing eyes. He felt your gaze on him, and smirked.

”Are you dissatisfied with the face of your god?” he teased.

Shame burned within you at your ignorance. At the countless times you had chastised your sister for speaking out against the village elders. There was no god in these lands. But, you considered, this demon certainly was no villainous monster as you had been warned about.

”Very satisfied,” you found yourself saying. You were still not quite yourself after being… taken by the demon so roughly. Satisfied was probably one of the few words in your vocabulary as you basked in the aching pleasure he’d left behind.

He seemed too pleased by your answer, and his pace increased up the mountain. “We are close,” he promised.

The slope of the mountain leveled out, and the demon emerged from the trees onto a walking path. You glanced down the direction he was heading and noticed a small temple built into the ridge. Intricate carved wood and stone in a style much, much older than anything in your village, but small and unassuming on the mountainside. It had probably been built ages ago and left abandoned for many years.

The demon set you on your feet at the base of the wooden steps, and you followed him into the darkened doorway.

A flash of red light rippled across the demon’s shoulder, down his arm, and suddenly dozens of candles were illuminated. The sight shocked you, but you stifled yourself and didn’t startle.

The temple was in a terrible state. Dusty, unclean, in need of a good brush and scrub almost everywhere. The demon was clearly not one for tending house.

“You will need to rest,” he said. It sounded simultaneously commanding and unsure, as if he was trying to remember what humans did as well as give an order.

You nodded, and he retrieved a pallet for you, thankfully unrolling it on the cleanest part of the floor and fetching several blankets. The gravity of the day as well as the long hours caught up to you immediately at the sight of a proper bed, and you laid down immediately.

”There is a spring out back if you wish to bathe when you wake,” the demon said. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was his silhouette as he left the temple once more.

-

The dawn and the birdsong woke you, almost deafeningly loud this close to the forest. You stretched, wincing at the strange aches left from the night before. The bite on your neck was tender, and you let your fingers trail over the imprints of the demon’s fangs. The pain was a welcome sensation.

Much less welcome was the mess between your thighs, and you grimaced as you searched for the path to the promised spring.

It was not far from the back of the temple, down a simple stone path. You were surprised when you rounded the bend and found the steaming waters already occupied.

Your demon stood in the waist high water, hidden in the clouds of steam. His hair was down from its tie, and it gave him a different appearance, especially in the dawn light. He was watching you just as you were watching him, and his eyebrow raised inquisitively.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak, dropping your robe from your shoulders and stepping into the water. The warmth was unbelievably relaxing, and you sighed deeply as you sank into the spring.

“You slept well?” the demon asked.

You nodded, still savoring the warm water that somehow felt much better than the bath the elders had given you the day before.

”I hunted while you slept, found food for you. Hopefully it is enough.”

That intrigued you, and you cocked your head as you took in the demon’s impressive physique. “What do you eat?”

A shiver ran through you despite the hot spring as the demon’s lips split in a fanged grin. “Fear. Terror. Desperation.”

The sacrifices.

”Are you… hungry?” you asked, wondering how soon you would meet a similar fate.

”Quite sated,” he assured you, and it eased you, though you were confused. “You were not afraid last night at the altar,” he went on to explain. “Every other sacrifice has struggled and begged and cried. But your pleasure, your willingness… I believe I have found a new favorite meal.”

You could not help the way your body reacted to his words, remembering the feeling of his tongue against your skin, the way his fingers prepared you, the complete fullness of his cocks inside you. He had claimed you, given you ecstasy beyond anything you could have imagined. You wanted it again.

He seemed to know, the way you squirmed beneath the water, how your eyes dragged over his chest and down to what you knew was beneath the rippling surface.

”You would let me indulge?” he asked, crossing the small spring to where you sat on a stone. He stood over you, and you dragged your eyes from his navel to his chin as you looked up to meet his gaze. The red markings against his blue skin were intricate, and you had seen the way they glowed when he lit the candles the night before.

Your chin dipped in the smallest nod, but the demon was watching you so intently that he caught the motion. The water lapped against your chest as he knelt before you, clawed hands cradling your jaw.

“Do you have a name?” You blurted out.

The demon’s intent expression turned back to that fanged grin, eyes gleaming even brighter. “Do you?” He asked.

You softly offered him your name, and he whispered it back to you, as if matching your features to the syllables.

“I am Hanzo,” he said, and the wind picked up as he spoke it. You heard the trees creak and the leaves rustle at the sound of his voice. A real power.

It was irresistible. After your whole life of piety in your humble village, worshiping the deception of the elders, you craved this unknown force that was somehow fixated on you. Rising out of the water, you kissed Hanzo. Your lips were insistent, chasing the same overwhelming sensations from the night before.

He returned your efforts with a growl and an arm beneath your hips to lift you out of the water. The sudden rush of cool air against your skin only heightened the storm that was overtaking you.

Every sensation sparked a memory of the night before. His long tongue dragging against your skin. The sharp burn of his fangs sinking into your neck. Clawed hands on your hips and thighs. It made you reckless, brazen. You wrapped your legs around Hanzo’s waist as he held you in the warm water of the spring. The closeness of his body against yours was intoxicating, and the world began to fade at the edges just as it had the night before. You wondered if this was the feeding? If so, it was just as intoxicating for you as it was for him.

“Please,” you begged. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, just that you wanted more of what you had experienced at the altar.

“I promised not to hurt you,” Hanzo murmured into the skin of your neck, tongue tracing the imprint of his fangs on your skin. “You will have to be patient so I can keep my promise.”

The blurred edges of your vision shifted, and you shuddered as your back met a soft bed of wet moss. You couldn’t have cared less for your surroundings, not when your world was narrowed to the trail of kisses Hanzo was leaving across your chest and the way he was pressing your thighs apart. One of his fingers found your entrance, and you realized what he meant by patient.

At the altar, you had been so lost in the fear and confusion. Your entire world had been upended by the realization that your life was being given to a demon. And even when he was pinning you against the stone with his tongue and fingers inside you, the swirling haze of pleasure had clouded your senses.

But if Hanzo were to keep his promise and protect you from any pain, he would have to take his time to prepare you for both of his cocks.

”You’re mine,” he said, and you realized he was soothing you. Realized that you were whining and begging for more than just a single finger. “Give in to me, and I promise every second will be enjoyable.”

Enjoyable felt insufficient to describe the way Hanzo prepped you for his cocks. Despite the way you were shaking beneath him in anticipation, every second - every stroke of his fingers and tongue - was rapturous.

From the way he was slurring around his fangs and his eyes were half-lidded, you imagined he was just as drunk as you off the pleasure. His hands grabbing at your hips and thighs, squeezing and dragging against the skin. When he finally stood over you, both of his cocks were dripping with glowing blue precome.

You knew the overwhelming sensation of both of his cocks filling you, had dreamed about it through the night. Even that wasn’t enough to prepare you for the reality of it. The stretch, the fullness, the way the needy emptiness was finally sated.

A clawed hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you in place on the soft bed of moss. Your pulse was racing against the slight pressure. Hanzo towered above you, shrouded in steam from the spring as rivulets of water ran down his neck and over his chest. With a gentle press of his hips, Hanzo sank deeper into your dripping heat until you could feel the tips of both cocks filling you all the way.

“I love how you feel,” he praised, watching where his hips met yours. You wished you could see the sight for yourself. “I can’t wait to make you come for me again- can’t wait to claim you and breed you full.”

“Please,” you begged. Hanzo hadn’t moved, and it was nearly torturous to be so close to what you wanted yet still denied.

You were once again reminded that this was no honorable god, but in fact a lying demon when he smirked. “I could listen to you beg for hours. If you aren’t careful, I may grow addicted to your desperation. It is sweeter than any I have ever known before.

Your hips rocked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure you knew he could give you. A single tear slid down your cheek, and Hanzo released your neck to catch the drop on a claw, slowly licking the salt from the tip of his finger while you watched helplessly. His eyes blazed brighter as his tongue flicked against the skin.

And then Hanzo was leaned over you, bracing himself on the moss bed and driving his hips forward where he was already deep inside you. You cried out, and his long, serpent-like tongue trailed over your cheek, chasing more tears. You had gotten our wish, Hanzo was determined to make you cry with pleasure for him.

Both of his cocks fucking you full ensured that you were never wanting for pleasure, and you could have spent an eternity with that alone, but it wasn’t enough to make you come. You needed more

“I know,” he whispered against your hairline, fang accidentally catching the shell of your ear from the force of his thrusts. “I know what you need. You’ll be dripping with my seed.”

You whined, wanting whatever it was that would push you over the edge.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please, Hanzo!” You cried, clutching at his arms with enough force to bruise a human. “Please.”

“Such a perfect offering for me,” he growled. “So obedient. So willing. So desperate.” And finally, he reached between your bodies, rubbing hard and fast until you were arching off the bed of moss and screaming so loud it was sure to echo all the way down in the village.

Hanzo was close to follow you, pressing your hips against the moss and driving into you until he was panting, muscles flexing. His tattoos glowed bright, and you were momentarily afraid, but when it subsided there appeared to be no harm.

The sound of the gentle water in the stream reached your ears first as you were drifting in bliss. Then the sensation of Hanzo pulling away. You let out an embarrassing sound as his cocks slipped out of you. Hanzo saw your slight wince of discomfort and was immediately there to console you.

“Is there any pain?” He asked.

You shook your head. None more than last night, and even that had been welcome in the throes of pleasure. However, your eye was drawn to the glowing blue trails running down your inner thighs.

“That is… safe?” You asked, unable to look away from the sight.

Hanzo shrugged. He did not seem to have any more of an answer than yourself, but he was very considerate as he helped to wash you, supporting your weight and grinning proudly at your weak knees and shivering. He took pride in being the one to cause such a response in you.

-

Hanzo had indeed hunted game while you were asleep. Not only was there meat, but he’d also collected fresh greens and fruits as well as some root vegetables. Exploring the grounds around the temple, you found an overgrown garden as well as a clay stove and cast iron pot.

Once you had set the meat and vegetables to cook, you checked every corner of the dusty old temple until you found a sweeping brush. It took you the entire day to clean away the dust and cobwebs, and it would take you another full day just to wash the linens, but by sundown the temple looked much better. Like a proper home for a mountain spirit - or a mountain demon.

The work was just like your daily chores back home in the village, and it felt both strange and familiar as you worked through each task with the same motions as always but in a completely new environment. The temple was truly beautiful underneath all of the age and overgrowth. It was simple and small - likely due to being hidden so high in the mountains - but the stone and wood were masterfully laid and carved with intricate dragons.

You saw Hanzo occasionally throughout the day. Unnervingly enough, he spent long stretches of time just watching you work, standing still and silent just at the edge of the trees. He joined you that evening as you ate, sitting across from you at the low table. You offered him some of your food, but he declined. Still, he complimented your cooking.

The circumstances surrounding your presence at the temple were certainly odd. By all rights you weren’t even meant to survive the previous night, yet now you were sharing a one sided meal with a powerful demon as the sun set behind the mountain peaks. Your brush with death had granted you a boldness and curiosity that you never carried in the village, but Hanzo did not seem to mind your endless questions. He had many of his own, only having observed humans from afar. He’d often wondered at the strange customs in the many scattered villages of the land, and you did your best to explain the traditions you were familiar with.

Apparently, while your remote village offered the sacrifices every five years, other settlements gave alms and offerings of different goods. They did not sustain the demon in the same way as the feedings at the altar, but he enjoyed the respect and fear.

That night, you rolled out your pallet again on the now clean floor of the temple. Hanzo, intrigued, observed the many little preparations you made before sleeping.

“You do not rest?” you asked.

“I do. I slumber for years at a time whenever I please, but it is not like this.”

His answer confused you, but you didn’t have the chance to ask for more information before Hanzo surprised you again.

“May I lay with you?” he asked. “As the humans do?”

There was room enough for both of you, so you patted the soft bedding beside you. Hanzo undressed and lay stiffly on his back, staring up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“It is more comfortable if you lay a different way,” you said, touching his shoulder to urge him to roll onto his side. You lay so you were facing his chest, slowly inching closer and closer until your bodies were nearly touching. Hanzo’s arm came to rest wround your waist, but the action seemed a surprised even to himself.