#uppermoon

Urban legends. Some are exaggerated and told just to spook people out, however some are real. There's been tales of a woman so beautiful that she could make a man or woman do anything for her in a blink of an eye. She doesn't pick her victims, her victims pick her. Once she's invited into your space she won't leave you alone.

Being the leader of this "Religion" he's heard his fair share of nonsense, discarding the stories the cult members tell him and writing them off as nonsense. However, once members of his cult started thinning out he knew something was up. He was selective of who he ate and when he decided to eat them. It was no way that they were able to escape his clutches because he would've easily caught them. However each day more and more members started to disappear. It started with a man, he couldn't care less about the men of the cult. One man turned into three and suddenly a woman disappeared. He was fond of the women in his cult, they made the perfect meals. Bodies pumped with nutrients ready to devour, extra fat being store in a way that was impossible for a man to carry. A week later about 8 men and 4 women went missing. How could they slip away right under his nose? Thats when he drew the final stray.

Douma paced around his room scratching his head trying to come up with an idea. There was no way a lower rank demon was stupid enough to come poking around his territory. How could someone be so stupid? It wasn't until a slight thud pulled him out of his thought. Sliding his room door, he walked down the long dark hallway until a thud was heard once more. The thud was farther than what it seemed, if it wasn't for him being a demon he couldn't have heard it at all. Eventually, he made his way to a dark door. The "prayer room" that the member of the cult used to pray to him. With a raised eyebrow, he pushed the door open a lowly lit flame being the only light in the room revealed two silhouettes. There laid a male member of his cult laying on his back a shadow on top of him, his face and body thin as a chamomile flower face being gripped by a pair of feminine hands long reddish black nails leaving indents on his face. Douma watched in curiosity as the lips of the woman pulled away from the man, letting him go as his body fell to the floor body disintegrating into dust.

"My my I have never came across something so interesting!" He clapped his hands as the woman turned to face him, the poorly lit room only showing his glowing eyes. "You must be the one who's causing all my beloved followers to disappear! We can't have that happening, oh no we can't." he pressed his hands together holding a fan tightly in his right hand. "Now, tell me who you" within a nano second he was face to face with a woman. She had (long/short curly/straight) hair, shining (eye color) eyes analyzing his face . Pulling her out of her thought, she felt a strong tug on her tail causing her to let out a whimper as his hand held a tight grip on tail as she tried to pull away. "Ah! I know what you are! All my years and I've never came across one before. What are the odds that one would fall right into my web!" He tugged at her tail once more watching as she let out a whimper once more face becoming more flushed. "I was beginning to think they never existed, but here you are proving me wrong! Now how did you get here?" he brought his face closer to your gripping your chin, nails pressing slightly into your face staring deeply in your eyes. Never had you ever seen a man with such captivating eyes. "Manifestation" were the first words you spoke. He tilted his head slightly, signaling more detail. "The people of the cult manifested me here, I gave them what they wanted in return I devoured their souls". He hummed to himself, "To think that some of the cult members had the ability to summon a merely sex demon how odd..." He released your face from the grasp a slight drop of blood leaving one of the indents. Never in 100 years had someone ever had the ability to draw blood from you. You felt him grip your wrist just tight enough to bruise it before he began yanking you down a long hall. You knew he possessed the power to move quicker, he just wanted to drag things out for your discomfort. The walk felt like forever. He took his free hand sliding open a door before tossing you onto the floor.

He walked over to a purple plush seat crossing his legs, propping his arm onto his legs face in hand. "Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here." he smiled. It was unnerving, for the first time in your life you felt genuine discomfort. The way he smiled, his rainbow glowing eyes in the partially lit room, the faint smell of blood that someone only of certain origin could pick up on. Your throat felt dry, words would come up, you couldn't think. "I didn't know a demon inhabited this place, every time I was here I couldn't sense you here. It was only a few people I devoured....I can repay you" your nails tapped nervously at the wooden floor. "I don't care about the men you ate, but the women...my precious women. So plump, so fully, and so juicy begging to be eater. Four, you are four of my best women. You're a woman yourself so what's stopping me from eating you." he smiled once more in that taunting smile. "I can bring you more women, with my abilities I can make every women follow your every way." you stuttered trying to negotiate your life with the higher rank demon. You've never encountered demons like this, you inhabit another realm one made of your kind. You manifest in the presence of lonely men or women looking for a way to get off only to get devoured by the thing they craved the most. "Once chance. I'll give you once chance, and if your screen up...you'll be the first thing that I devour!" the clapped his hand's together. "Now, come here." he demanded eyes never leaving yours. You began to stand up only for a gust of cool wind to blow you back down, "Crawl".

Your knees met the hard wooden floor, crawling slowly as your tail snaked behind you lifting the skirt you had been wearing. Once you were to his feet, he made a "come here" motion with his fingers allowing his legs to fall to your side. He gripped your face once more, "Show me what you can do". Releasing your face he sunk back comfortably into his seat hands behind his head staring down at you. Your fingers were quick to make way to the belt that were holding his pants up, fumbling quickly you discarded the belt allowing your hands to slid into to the band of his pants. Your hands were quick to locate his harden dick, tip leaking pre-cum as your swiped your thumb over its head. He shook down his pants allowing for his dick to swing free. Gathering the saliva in your mouth, you spit onto the head taking your right hand to cover the shaft with enough lubricant to allow your hands to move freely up and down. Once you found a comfortable pace, you placed your mouth on the tip of his dick long tongue sliding along the shaft as you sucked on the dead. He let out a deep groan, bucking into your mouth causing you to take him even deeper. "Just like that I know you're trained for this, I know you can do much better than this" he teased. You pooled even more saliva, sucking from the tip saliva dripping down to the base. Your tail snaked from behind you, twisting around his shaft as you licked striped up and down his shaft. Making way back to the head you sucked his deeper, hallowing your jaws as popping sounds filled the room. You felt him twitch in your mouth as he took his hand and pushed you down more. "You suck me so well, taking me so deep in your throat" he moaned his hands petting your hair. With a few more twist and a final suck you felt wam liquid flood your mouth. If it wasn't for your abilities you would've passed out from oxygen loss minutes ago. He let out a loud moan, hands smoothing out your hair in the progress. Once his hands were off your head, you uncoiled your tail from his shaft and pulled your head up a trail of thick saliva connecting from your swollen lips to the head of his dick.

"Don't think we're done just yet we still have some more playing to do!" Within a second he had you pinned under him your hands were held together by one of his hands and the second nudged your legs apart. His sharp nails trailed along your legs until the met the hem of your skirt. Feeling underneath he was met with your naked cunt, leaking begging to be filled. His finger danced along your slit rubbing up and down collecting the wetness that pooled rubbing harsh fast circle onto your clit. Your legs twitched eagerly on each side of his hip, back arching moans begging to slip past your lips. "Don't hold back let me hear how good i'm making you feel" He pushed two fingers into your cunt moving them in and out causing you to let out a loud moan. "This just won't do, this isn't about you it's about me!" he removed his fingers shoving them into your mouth as your long tongue slithered around them licking them clean. You felt a quick poke, feeling him rub his dick up and down your slick collecting your juices before pushing roughly inside. His thrust was rough, sharp and fast. He placed your legs on top of his shoulders pushing them closer to your stomach allowing for him to push himself deeper inside. The room filled with the sounds of his skin slapping you followed by the squelching of your wet cunt squeezing around his dick. "You take me so well, the way your squeezing around me its like you were made for me! So wet, it's impossible to pull out not like you'd want me to anyway~" he moaned hands gripping your hips even tighter nails digging into your hips drawing slight blood. Your legs trembled feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

He slowed his pace down causing you to let out a whine feeling your orgasm slowly fade away. He dropped your legs, pulling out making you while once more pussy clenching around nothing. He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling you up before slamming back into you once more. You arched you back face sliding onto the cold floor, feeling his stuff you once more. "Such a good girl for me, letting a bigger bad demon fuck you relentlessly. I should make mark this cunt as my own so any other demon that fucks you will know that you're my territory, that I own you forever and ever." He felt you clench down at the dirty words he was spewing. You moaned feeling his balls slap at your clip pushing you closer to your edge. "Who does this cunt belong to?" his speed intensified. He smashed your ass harshly leaving a red/purple print unsatisfied with your lack of an answer. "Im not going to ask you again dear, who does this cunt belong to? Your one and only right" and leaned over into your ear causing him to slide in deeper. "Y-You my Lord. It belongs to you" you stuttered losing the ability to think with each minute. "What belong to me?" he teased thrust getting more jagged. "My pussy it belongs to you" you moaned out hands fisting a bunch of nothing on the floor. "Tell me how bad you want it, that you want me to fill you up like the lowly whore that you are." he pressed into your back pulling out watching the creamy white ring that formed around his dick before smelling back in. "I want it bad, I want you to fill me up with your cum. I want you to fill me to the brim" you moaned out hands slapping the floor in pleasure, tears swelling from your eyes. "Beg for it, beg for my cum" he grinned feeling himself reaching his own climax. "I want your cum, please cum inside I want you to cum inside me please my Lord." His hips stuttered rolling slight circle felling his warm seed release inside of your spongy walls as your own climax fought agains his a mixture of his cum and yours spilling out of your damaged hole. He watched as he pulled out the overflow of cum that leaked from within, any normal human couldn't produce that much whatsoever. Your puffy cunt all battered and bruised from being fucked so hard twitched as it made contact with the cool air. He wasn't done yet.

Haruki doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he thinks he’s dreaming when he feels someone brush his hair out of his face. “...my lord?” His grey eyes widen when he feels the cold hand of his lover glide across his exposed collarbone. “Oh, you sweet thing. Did I leave you unattended for too long, little pet?”

It feels like heaven when His Majesty’s hand unclaps his eyepatch bearing the scar Haruki deems ugly. His Lord’s expression shifts into something that makes Haruki’s stomach twist. “You’re crying, Haruki? Why are you crying, my pet?”

Haruki’s knees go weak when he hears his name fall from His Lord’s lips. He shakes his head because he genuinely doesn’t know, too busy rubbing his face against His Lord’s palm. “I m-missed you, My Lord…” A smile forms on His Lord’s face as he squats to be eye level with his lover. “Did you? Is that why you’re in my quarters instead of yours with my clothes scattered everywhere?”

Haruki’s entire body trembles when he feels a kiss on his cheek, grey eyes never leaving his husband’s rainbow ones. “Poor thing, did you miss me that much?” Haruki can’t answer when he feels cold hands trailing over his exposed collarbone. “It’s alright, sweet thing. I’m here now.” Douma lifts Haruki’s chin slightly to kiss a trail down his neck. “I missed you, too, for what it’s worth.” His Lord huffs a breath into his skin, and Haruki can’t suppress the noise he makes. Instinctively, the human wraps his arms around his husband’s neck and inhales his scent, relishing the way his Lord’s fangs slightly caress his bare skin, threatening to break the skin and draw blood.

“M-My lord…” Haruki sniffles, “I-I missed y-you— I-I love you—” Douma shushes him by smushing his cheeks together, tutting and shaking his head. “It was so boring without you, my pet. The Kizuki are always cooped up with whatever the demon slayers are doing, so I never have a chance to spend time with you.” His Majesty rolls his eyes at the mention of his coworkers, though he keeps his hands busy by splaying them across Haruki’s abdomen and pushing him down on the futon. “I have an idea,” he says, straddling his lover and removing the clothes on Haruki’s torso. “What if you stay here and listen to my followers' woes with me? If you beg me well enough, I’ll even let you wear my hat while you sit in my lap.” Douma listens to his husband’s mewls as he bites a bit above his collarbone, hard enough to draw blood.

Haruki all but whines. “My l-lord, haah, My l-lord please— I l-love it, l-love you—”

“Aht, aht, little pet.” His husband uses his thumb to wipe a smear of blood from Haruki’s pale skin and licks the spot clean. “You wouldn’t want the priests to get upset for defiling my chambers, would you?”

Grey eyes well up with tears as he shakes his head, biting his lip to keep the noises at bay. “No, m-my Lord. I-I’ll be good,” Haruki’s Adam’s apple bobs as his breathing stutters. “I w-wanna be good.”