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tw: blood!!
first time posting smth so i'm lowk a little nervous but here's some art i did
zaris x ivantill art cuz i like the noble trials, alnst, and angst
nsfw alphabet w rerir ! — 𝝑𝝔 . . . rerir x gn!reader ; im going back to daily posts <3! my three week exams are done, so please enjoy! main story/archon quest spoiler for luna II!!
aftercare ; what is he like after sex?
honestly it very much depends! if you're a one night stand... he will not care LOL. that's if ever he does do one of those. if its not you, he has no need to stay.
but when you're his partner... he will not speak much (unfortunately). on the other hand, he'll show his appreciation for you with his actions, like just rubbing soothing circles on your waist while he holds you close. he also likes running his fingertips through every strand he can, he just finds scratching your scalp.
if you want, he will just sit in the bathtub with you in his arms while pressing his lips wherever he can. that includes the marks on your nape, and massaging your scalp.
body part ; what's his favorite on you? what about himself?
for himself? he loves how big and buff his arms, literally enough to pick you up off the ground no effort needed no matter how much you weigh. he likes how much he can reach/hold with them, especially when he has the chance to hold your body close to him.
oh gosh, but for you? did... did he really have to choose only one? gun to the head and everything on the line answer would be ass though, especially when you start throwing it back onto his cock and he gets to see the way it jiggles. god he loves it so much.
would make a joke about how he'd sin again for that ahh.
cum ; self-explanatory
has A TON and none is going to waste. he NEEDS to see it all over your body, it is required everytime you make love. whether it'd be shot as ropes up inside you, or all over your back, he just needs to see you covered in his seed.
literally a pent-up beast, has so much everytime you both feel horny. not to mention how easily turned-on he gets right after getting to set his eyes on his semen sprayed all over your back.
dirty secret ; a freaky secret they've never told anyone at all.
secretly really, and i mean really loves seeing you vulnerable (which is why i feel like he'd make you both a safeword). and by vulnerable i mean being held down by his tentacles kimd of vulnerable.
i mean the kind of vulnerable where you are absolutely helpless, and can't help but let him just give you dick like a slut.
experience ; how experienced are they?
honestly, deadass probably not as much as you think. maybe first impression: fuck boy and has gotten girls pregnant type shit but no, he hasn't even gone further than steamy makeout sessions. but you know what? he knows exactly what he wants when he gets the chance to penetrate your insides.
so although he never really got the chance to do that with other people, he got to test everything on you. and he's obsessed the moment you let him.
favorite ; position, that's it
doggy/reverse cowgirl. not even gun to the head or life on the line answer, he just really loves seeing how bouncy you get when you're close and he gets a first class view to your asscheeks just jiggling as you ride him.
he also likes any position where he can easily regain control (especially when you've ridden him a lot, he wants to be able to hold your waist to do t himself when you get tired).
goofy ; how serious is he?
will not crack a single smile unless its a smirk. uuuntil he makes that ass joke. yes he would sin for you to ride his dih that good!!
hair ; does the carpet match the drapes? how well groomed is he?
okay, if he's in his loverboy era™All rights reserved then yes he grooms, and it does in fact match his hair, shade to shade ratio.
but when it's like post-abyss/after the abyss has already taken effect and left all the same: no, he hasn't bothered in a while, hair is not his biggest concern, and hasn't been in a while. (although whether or not you advise him on it, the way he takes care of that is how you reply to it.)
inimacy ; how passionate is he?
super. why? because he feels like he might lose you any day, so he'd rather have fucked you so good the night before everybody disappeared.
jack off ; masturbation hc
lowkey has a huuuuge thing for being your first & corrupting you and your innocence. he doesn't really know either but it just really gets him going knowing he's stretching you out this good. gets him riled up with the knowledge he's the first to kiss both lips, and your insides.
also insanely turned on when you fight, yes he would jerk that shi right after!!
kink ; self explanatory
honestly? breeding kink (contains spoilers in first paragraph, none in the next!)
like this guy would have an insane thing for wanting to see your kids together. spoiler for newest archon quest! i fully believe (based on how much he loved tholindis) he would sooo wanna have kids. he didn't even have the chance to marry his last partner, so what makes you think he won't want to have a family? although the desire for abyss and his own personal desires will clash, he will do his best no matter what happens.
he also just has a very deep dark desire to see you filled with cum. his specifically. he just really likes the thought of you being all achey and needy for him while you bare his kids. unironically really likes it. and he isn't scared to express it.
spanking/slapping/marking
i put all of those in one bullet because honestly he'd want to do it all for the same reason—to let others know what's his. he genuinely needs to slap your ass while you're receiving backshots, he needs it like water to fish. and don't get me started on the way his hands grip on your ass when he's eating you out.
size kink
oh please. just.... just look at his official model for me. and tell me this guy doesn't get off to you being a lot smaller than he is. he is like 2 and a half xiaos tall.
tentacles / bondage (they're used kind of same context)
you know the scene where rerir's tentacle hand things basically tie everyone down? that's how this would go. he is all for you being just all for him, tied down with his tentacles and treat you however he wants <3
location ; favorite place to fuck (minor spoilers but its related to his lore as a character)
the domain he opens up when he trapped traveler in to fight (i think). the one he can enclose someone in is waht i mean! not only does it hide you two from others, it gives soundproof privacy where he controls everything. number one: so you don't get hurt, number two: so he can control how long you two make love ♡
motivation ; what turns them on, gets them going
so honest rn, he would get off to your ass in general. like legit the standard for his motive would be your ass, close second would be thighs—but overall its to see how he has affected you, whether its the marks on your neck being too obvious to cover, or how you limp a little while trying to deliver something for a friend. nothing better than to reap what you sow!
no ; something they wouldn't do
threesomes. it's just the posessiveness and obsessiveness inside him that decides against sharing you, he wants you, and you only.
oral ; giving, receiving, skill
fem: oh he switches from pussy to ass like a professional at work. and would love to eat you out from behind so he could have easier access to either hole. also gets really all up into your cunt if you squirt on his face.
masc: wild ass hc i sweae is real, his tongue is long as fuck. like long long. and he uses that to his advantage, legit wraps his tongue around your base and starts sucking up and down.
receiving: oh god he can't control it he swearsz his hands subconsciously help your head bob up and sown to help you take his cock down your throat. he gets so turned on by the aounds you make while you gag on itz only making him longer and harder.
pace ; fast and rough, or slow and sensual?
errrmm... trick question because he does a very good job in being a mix of both. he can be solely rough if you want, unless you'd like to be vanilla cupcake, he's fine with either. he prioritizes your pleasure because your pleasure = his pleasure. he is turned on by the sheer fact that you are too.
quickie ; would they? or nah?
rerir is quite a busy man, so probably yes. not that he prefers them over actual sex with you, but it's not like he's ungrateful he gets to crack you before leaving the house and waving to his coworkers. but if he had the chance to have sex before work he would. be so real w me rn.
risk ; are they down to risk?
oh please, look at him and tell me no. a man with a domain that can appear anywhere at his whim, and whenever he pleases? of course he'd love to risk.
stamina ; how long do they last?
he just goes for as much as you want to. he has too much for his own good for god's sake 😭. he could last weeks if you really wanted. but it's always up to you in his own opinion, he'd rather sin again than to force anything upon his partner.
toy ; do they own any? would they use it on partner/themselves?
anal beads. that and probably a vibrator, both strictly for you obviously. he wouldn't be a fan of toys on himself but he's more than okay with using them on you. he's a freak like that.
unfair ; how much of a tease are they?
it's genuinely unfair with how much he gets to coo into the shell of your ear while he's literally fucking your hole like the world ends tomorrow every single time... he does it a shit ton and you can't do too much to refute because... well you're into it. and so is he.
volume ; how loud is he?
yep he is a very very vocal, and loud groaner, if it's not clear on his physique when he climaxes, you'll hear it in his voice when he starts to growl like a madman and starts to fuck like a rabid bunny in heat.
wild-card ; random hc
hair pulling. not just on you, but on him too. he likes it when you push him further onto your sensitive spot using his messy locks, god he's just so fuckin into it!!
he will pull your hair while you're in doggy. it's just fate, because he needs to see your ass and your face as the same time.
x-ray ; what is he packing ?!
eight nine or ten inches. he honestly doesn't know either, he grows more the further he is into his lust, so i guess take your pick. he is very girthy, very much so, and he's proud of how big his dick is.
yearning ; how high is their sex drive
lowkey in the middle, he jerks off pretty regularly, i mean can you blame the poor guy? rerir is just a man!
zzz ; how fast does he knock out?
sleepa when you sleep. simple as that. falls asleep preferably with you on his chest though, loves to stratch your scalp gently!!
𓂃★ REALLYYobsessive!rerir, not rlly smut?? (ᗒᗩᗕ), takes place after war in nodkrai, descriptive
the prison doors had not creaked in decades. they were not meant to. rerir was meant to rot here, bones wasting away in silence, his name dissolved into dust. yet stone that should have held him forever finally gave way, crumbling in a storm of violence as chains clattered to the floor. his body, thin from starvation but unbroken, stirred with new life as if the years had been nothing but a long inhale, held tight and waiting to be released. his eyes burned with a feral gleam, sunken but sharp, starved of light and yet still seeing too much.
freedom was not what he tasted first. it was obsession.
her name, her face, her shadow; she had haunted him in that black pit where no voice answered him but his own. that woman, untouched and untainted by the ruin of her homeland. she had become an idea in his head, not a person. a thing that survived in his thoughts when nothing else did. when the walls closed in, when madness crawled beneath his skin, it was them who burned brightest. he told himself stories in the dark—stories of how he would claim them, drag them down into the same abyss he endured, strip them of that untouchable light until they were only his.
it was not love. love was far too soft a word. this was hunger. this was possession.
the landscape of nod-krai stretched before him as he stepped into the open air, moonlight painting his skin like death’s blessing. his body trembled, not from weakness but anticipation. he could almost smell them. somewhere, they lived, breathed, thrived. the world had moved on without him, and they had been allowed to move with it. unacceptable.
rerir’s instincts sharpened. he tore across the land, scavenging weapons from corpses long decayed, draping himself in rags of armor. his hands twitched, desperate for the feel of her throat, her wrists bound, her voice breaking in pleading. the thought alone nearly sent him to his knees.
and when he reached the city—where she would hide herself behind walls of stone and soldiers, weaving their little games—he did not hesitate. blood followed his path like breadcrumbs, bodies crumpling behind him as though they were made only to slow him down. he moved through them with a predator’s single-minded focus. they were not his prey, she was.
by the time the city bells rang in alarm, he was already inside their chambers. a figure out of nightmares, gaunt but unyielding, eyes alight with mania. he did not greet them with words. he let the silence stretch, savoring the moment as he stared at them, every inch of him trembling with violent purpose.
then his lips parted, and his voice was a rasp of hunger and madness: “love… do you know how long i’ve waited for you?”
he took a step forward, slow, deliberate, the corner of his mouth twitching in something far too feral to be a smile.
“you lived. you thrived. while i rotted for eternity, i kept you alive in my head. i broke myself into pieces and stitched them back together with the thought of you. do you know what that means?”
he tilted his head, eyes wide, unblinking.
“it means you belong to me. you’ve always belonged to me. and now—” his voice cracked into something feverish, desperate, cruel. “—i will never let you go.”
the sound of iron scraping stone echoed as he drew the jagged weapon at his hip. he didn’t need to rush them, not yet. he wanted to see them realize. wanted to watch her eyes widen as she understood there was nowhere to run.
tonight was not her night to die. no, death would be too merciful. tonight was the night she were taken. forever.
This might be a crazy theory but I genuinely think Roena is dying. Like I feel like there are so many signs of her not being fully aware, you know? Like her in episode six when Zaros' mother had to remind her that the debate already happened, something is genuinely wrong. Zaros mentioned that Roena was retiring young, a lot younger than the previous king.
I also think Earis is aware of this, thats why they want to win so badly. I dont think earis wants their mother's legacy to fade, so they are willing to give up their dreams for Roena.
❅ ── edging is one of his many cruelties, and he’s exquisitely sadistic about it. he’ll watch you squirm, listen to your begging, and only allow release when your voice cracks into sobs. not that he’s merciful, but because he finds your swollen eyes and runny nose unbecoming.
❅ ── control disguised as generosity. he’ll make you ride him, but only so he can sit back and watch how pathetic you look scrambling for your own pleasure, while he corrects your pace with a lazy hand on your hip.
❅ ── takes particular delight in humiliating post-climax rituals: watching his spend leak out of you, ordering you to push it back inside with trembling fingers while he scolds you about how wasteful and ungrateful you are. his tone is closer to a lecture than dirty talk, but the cold authority in it makes your pussy clench all the same.
❅ ── aftercare is selective at best. he might smooth your hair back or examine the marks he left with the detached eye of a critic, as though checking a painting for flaws. if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll even hold you for a while, though his embrace is stiff, his skin unnaturally cold. affection offered as a favour, not a given.
黒死牟 KOKUSHIBŌ
❅ ── isn’t vocal in the conventional sense, but he mutters in a low rasp when he’s close, words half-intelligible, praising and damning you in the same breath. his dirty talk is sparse, they take the form of orders (“spread your legs wider. hold still.”) that leave no room for refusal.
❅ ── values control above all else. if you try to assert power over him, he will correct you with severity.
❅ ── cannot resist marking you. loves sinking his teeth into your shoulder or throat, leaving half-moon dents and dark bruises that blossom under his mouth, but he stops short of blood.
❅ ── often corrects your posture during sex, and you do it because his displeasure is rarer than praise and therefore terrifyingly precious.
❅ ── has a fixation with filling you. presses in deep, keeps you spread open until his spend is dripping out, and still thrusts shallowly to push it back inside.
❅ ── slow thrusting that turns into violence only when provoked. he can be methodical for hours, then ramp up suddenly with a directive so small you almost miss it and find yourself sobbing with the force of it.
❅ ── soft moments are almost always conditional. a whisper of praise, a chaste kiss to your temple, they are rewards and you will crave them because they are so seldom given.
童磨 DŌMA
❅ ── doesn’t really feel desire the way most do, but he recognises a shallow level of lust like one recognises hunger: a gnawing, bodily itch. so he follows it with zeal, as though fucking you is simply another form of consumption. and dōma is enthusiastic to the point of unnerving, praising you between mocking giggles, all while splitting you open on his cock as if he’s sharing an inside joke with himself.
❅ ── foreplay is essentially provocation. doma delights in pissing you off. his usual antics include nuzzling along your jaw without actually kissing you, circling your clit with a frozen fingertip until you’re thrashing.
❅ ── verbal degradation is his lingua franca. “such a greedy little thing, can’t believe you’d sink so low for me” paired with a smile so saccharine it almost sounds like a compliment. the jolly cadence creates a dissonance, because he never drops the cheerful act.
❅ ── has an air of cheer even while being cruel. especially then. no matter if you’re begging or crying or even cursing at him—he only laughs, clapping his hands as though you’ve told a particularly good joke.
❅ ── finds your tears hilarious and hot, usually licks them right off your cheeks while laughing.
❅ ── overstimulation. keeps you in his lap, while he tsks about how sensitive you are, how silly it is that you’re trying to wriggle away when your cunt clearly doesn’t want to let go. if you cry, he cups your face sweetly and coos, “adorable! i knew you’d look prettier like this.” (he genuinely thinks he’s complimenting you)
❅ ── doesn’t understand aftercare in any genuine sense. wiping you down, holding you close, murmuring soft reassurances etc. those are things he mimics because he’s seen people do them, like an actor reciting lines from a play. the gestures are hollow, but his smile is so bright enough you believe he means it.
❅ ── cums inside you every single time because… well. why wouldn’t he?
猗窩座 AKAZA
❅ ── soft dominance is his natural register. he doesn’t degrade you, won’t even tolerate you degrading yourself. instead he builds you up with firm praise.
❅ ── refuses to finish before you. it’s a code of conduct, carved into him as deeply as his martial discipline. whether it’s his tongue flattening against your clit, his fingers curling inside you, or his cock stretching you out, your orgasm is the opening act, and his the encore.
❅ ── loves testing your limits, but not without consent. he’ll push you harder, but the moment you use your safeword, he halts as though your word is law. nothing makes him prouder than coaxing another orgasm out of you while you’re trembling: “just one more, you’ve got this. i know you can.” this is essentially a form of devotion, his belief that you are stronger than you think.
❅ ── his refractory period is basically nonexistent a.k.a he gets hard again real fast, but rarely pushes for more unless you initiate. when you do, he smiles almost sheepishly, like you’ve just given him another reason to be grateful for your existence.
❅ ── aftercare with akaza is meticulous to the point of ritual. he wipes you down with care, kneads the strain from your muscles until the ache fades. his body runs hot, and he uses it like a blanket, wrapping you against his chest, one broad hand stroking your back in steady passes until your breathing evens. he always keeps watch while you sleep.
𓂃✍︎ Somewhat 18+ MDNI — uppermoon demons being called by their full name by their lover headcanons. ⨾ based on this request ᵕ̈
NOTE: thank you once again for your request!! and i’m sorry it took me a while. i had to study them and see what fits best for each of their personalities! i also excluded daki/ume for a reason.
KOKUSHIBŌ
🀥 — You better mark this day as your bravest moment ever.
🀥 — Perhaps it’s your dull-witted bravery that saved you because what in gods name did you just say in that mouth of yours? All six of his eyes blink separately and look at you as if you’re the one who’s grotesque here. No one, not even Muzan himself who is currently sitting across from your lover and deep in thought over a disrupted meeting, dared enough to simply utter his full human name out of the blue. Not without consequences, that is.
🀥 — And yet here you are, bouncing at the soles of your feet with the most innocent looking face they have seen from you. But you are nowhere near innocent; the bite marks littered across your skin (barely even healing from your regeneration) is proof enough.
🀥 — You should also be glad that you are a demon he specifically requested to turn, and that you’re his lover, because you may have hit a spot in that chipped armor of his. His wretched name uttered in that wretched mouth.
🀥 — As one would expect though, he refuses to speak with you for the next 91 years. And that’s just rude!
DŌMA
🀥 — Truthfully, this demon doesn’t even remember his true name and so you call him as Dōma because that’s who he is. When he first chance upon you, that was the name that stuck. Nevertheless, a century has passed and you have yet to utter his name. You are too afraid of what can happen if you do, until today.
🀥 — Dōma stares at you with a faux curiosity, then he hides his face in that deadly fan of his and laughs. “So cute! Very cute, yes! You said my name. My, my, now what reward should I give you, hm?”
🀥 — “You’re not even going to ask why I sounded angry?” That’s the first thing you say. You planned everything right and you wanted to see the look on his face. But instead, he gives you exactly what he shows the rest: Dōma.
🀥 — He blinks then smiles maniacally. “Oh, but you know. I am different! We can go down memory lane if we must. Let’s see – ah! – I was always . . . different and as a child I was revered to as a go –”
🀥 — You walk away, huffing. “Goodbye,”
🀥 — “Wait! Don’t you want to hear how different I am! I heard that women go crazy if you’re different!”
🀥 — “No.”
🀥 — “But don’t you want to be the one who ‘fixes me’?”
AKAZA
🀥 — Now this one . . . this one hurts, a lot.
🀥 — It’s not a joke and you mean this.
🀥 — When you whisper his name, and not even the entirety of it yet, every nerve of his fighting spirit trembles and stops. He turns around, looking at you in sheer-cold panic and wonders if he just heard what he thought he heard. Of course like a lunatic, you mistook his behavior and think that why yes, this is how one dies.
🀥 — “Was – was that my name?” He tells you, almost afraid to have that bone-chilling hope. It’s been a long time and he thinks he rids himself of who he used to be, of his weakened self, thinking that this is who he is now. This is power beyond anything he imagines. This is moving forward. But no, the moment you call him, he’s heartbreakingly reminded that he’s still that weak boy searching for some purpose of living.
🀥 — And just like a broken compass, he doesn’t know which way to go.
🀥 — All along, that arrow zigzags its way to you, and in one breath, you tear him apart and he is finished.
🀥 — His gait becomes uncoordinated, stumbling right in front of you. Instinctively, you pick him up. He refuses to meet your eyes, perhaps frightened of what other kind of power you have over him. Never before has he felt undeniably lost.
🀥 — For a while, you give him a chance to regain himself.
🀥 — Then you tilt his chin so you two can look at each other, and all you can see is the gentleness of his gaze upon you and all the times he wishes he could’ve still been that boy who could’ve done the right things when the world forced him to do everything wrong.
🀥 — “Hakuji,” you say his name, and you feel his embrace engulf you as he holds you tight and tighter, burying his face against you.
🀥 — “Let’s go home.”
HANTENGU
🀥 — You basically triggered all versions of him. And each has their own consequences, especially given their fragmented and deluded personality.
🀥 — Sekido bursts, anger engulfs him quickly like flames. He never thinks for one second you would have done this to him, but you do. Do you think that you can talk to him like that? It takes him a moment to rein it in. When he realizes that it’s all a ploy, he eases slightly. Still, he is a personified version of anger, so it will always be there to linger.
🀥 — Karaku might see through the illusion of your playful deceit and play along. “Does my name have a certain ring to it, my love?” He likes the musings you do and he is not one to be insulted over trivial things. In fact, he loves the entirety of this exchange.
🀥 — Aizetsu doesn’t want anything to do you with you for a day or two. He wallows in his self-depravating bubble and releases chokes of sadness. When you tell him it’s all some sort of joke just to lighten his mood up, he sulks even harder. You then realize that this is one of the versions you should have not chosen, as you sulk in your own corner, too. Plan completely backfiring.
🀥 — Urogi is a tricky one. Though he omits what joy should be, you aren’t too sure if that joy of his is what can resemble as genuine or he has some ulterior motives that results in you taking flying lessons with him. Either way he keeps squawking at you for even remembering his name. You don’t even have the time to tell him it’s all a mere jest to see what he would do, he just soared off to who knows where. Because of that, a part of you wishes that he accidentally knocks some corners of the castle along the way.
🀥 — Never mind Hantengu or Aizetsu, Zōhakuten is the one you are most careful about in all the versions. While he must have sensed you merely wish to tease him of his name that he cares not of in a manner that he might’ve committed something drastic, that still doesn’t stop that unsettling feeling from you that this may or may not end with you dead permanently. Thankfully, he merely gives you a nod and walks off. He’s used by your insignificant and pointless antics by now.
🀥 — Hantengu himself will not believe a word you say. Not from your trick of getting angry at him, and not even when you call him by his entire name. But he will cry and cower, and find any means to distance himself from you. Regardless if you tell it’s a joke, Hantengu will scurry off.
🀥 — And you wind up wondering just how on earth you end up with six of him.
GYOKKO
🀥 — Gyokko will not tolerate the sound of your tone, and he will throw childish tantrums when you call him by his name.
🀥 — “You think I’ve done something!” He shouts. “Maybe it was you! You probably started it!”
🀥 — You merely sigh and call his name again. He lets loose a scream and jumps from vase to vase.
🀥 — Perhaps you are sort of a masochist, but it amuses you just how funny he runs away into pretty little vases.
GYŪTARŌ
🀥 — Gyūtarō reacts to your call in confusion. He wonders when has he admitted his name because even he has a troubling time remembering. Though, it doesn’t hurt that you know it; he doesn’t mind it at all.
🀥 — Perhaps in his case, it feels a little good. At least someone never forgot him even if one day he will walk through the fires of hell.
🀥 — He lowers his weapons and slumps over. Yeah, maybe even a cold-hearted demon such as himself doesn't mind that sometimes there’s someone else thinking about them.
🀥 — Even if it’s just a joke.
DISHONORABLE MENTIONS:
NAKIME
🀥 — Joke or not, Nakime will not be entertained.
🀥 — With that stupid biwa of hers that you despise very much, you will be transported from one end of the castle to the other, until she finally has had enough torturing you.
🀥 — Jokes on her though, you’ve got eternity to keep teasing her.
KAIGAKU
🀥 — That arrogance of his shatters beneath the call of his name and that tone you choose. Through hurried steps and a perplexed expression, he appears face to face with you.
🀥 — You raise your brow in challenge and call him again.
🀥 — It’s not that long that he’s been turned into a demon and yet just the remembrance of the past he’s ashamed to even have is maddening.
🀥 — What’s even more humiliating is when you begin to smile and laugh, admittedly telling him it’s all a joke. But the point still stands: he is still very much affected with who he used to be. And he vows harder to change that.
And given that~ I'll write this fic as an entry for this XD Then yes, I will continue my other fics so not sure if I can do more for Kinktober hahahaha!
Content Warnings: Obedience Kink / Control Kink / Dominance Kink / Choking / Penetration / Dubcon / Mild blood play / Curse Words / NSFW / 18+ Mentions of Death / Manipulation / Rough Sex / Degredation Kink / Slut
"Just take my breath away… just… kill me…demon!"
You can see how intense his eyes are staring at you right now. It's as if his gaze could melt you, like ice cream under the sun. But no, it's late at night… you were supposed to be practising your breathing style, but why are you squirming beneath his larger muscular frame right now?
Yes… it was supposed to be just you, under the calm moonlight, practising the breathing that seemed to be… flowing perfectly on your body. You don't know what this is, but it seems like something inside you had changed as you swung your Nichirin sword under the night sky.
It was as if… your breathing suddenly changed…
And maybe it did… But what breath is this? Why does it feel much more suitable to your body?
It's as if something went inside of you and took control of your lungs, your limbs, your feet… It was as if you were dancing with the moonlight, with the ruffling of the trees and the sound of the crickets as music to your ears.
But suddenly, everything became silent.
Goosebumps formed on your body; this has never happened before. It seemed like even the insects were suddenly afraid… it even seemed like the trees were also too scared to dance with the wind.
And before you could move a finger… your body froze with an unfamiliar aura which you suddenly felt.
You're a new demon slayer… you can't even master Wind Breathing perfectly… All you just know is that you need to control your breathing right now and never show whatever caused this silence, that you are scared.
Is this caused by a demon?
"You dare imitate my art with such clumsy precision?"
No killing strike came, but a deep voice suddenly echoed, making your knees tremble a bit. Before you could even turn away to look at what the source of this was, he appeared in front of your eyes, as if your fear had summoned him.
Six glowing eyes stared down at you… a look that you have never once seen in your life. A look of pure disdain and dismay, mixed with wonder and calmness… it was impossible, but the demon in front of you had these emotions all over him when he buried his gaze in your trembling form.
"That stance… I know it. But your form is flawed."
"W..what do you mean?" You know that talking to this abomination won't do you any good, but his words left you nothing but fear and curiosity. Your grip on your purple Nichirin sword tightened as you looked at him, feigning strength despite all your organs wanting to run away from him right now.
He stepped forward… and there, you saw two of his eyes more clearly.
"U…Upper Moon One…"
And there, you knew this could be your last night. You're no Hashira-level… You've barely had enough time training, and yet now you are face to face with none other than the Upper Moon One.
You suddenly felt as if your chest tightened. However, you tried your best to fight it and pulled up a stance that surprised the demon in front of you.
With your sword landing on his shoulder, Kokushibo couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement. It was his legacy… that style… your breathing. How did this happen?
Kokushibo intended to ask questions, but you abruptly sliced his now-healed shoulder. But before the tip of your sword touched him again, you felt his hands wrap around your neck. His touch is not deadly, yet it is just enough to halt you.
With his hands hard around your throat, you couldn't help but notice the shivering and pain that began to emerge in your body. The pressure of his fingers heightened the sound of your own breath in your ears, causing the air in your lungs to tremble as your gaze jumped upward to meet his. He could crush you within just a second, but no attacks came.
Instead, his deep voice emerged from the pits of hell inside his body.
"You breathe like me… yet your body resists the rhythm. Foolish…" His voice was deep, low, carrying that quiet threat only true predators had.
Your lips parted to speak, but the words fell between your short breaths. His thumb traced the contour of your jaw, almost reverent—even mockingly so—as if testing the fragility of human flesh.
"I should kill you, you know. But you’ve done something far more interesting than I expected. To take in the Moon Breathing… and let it take you back."
Moon breathing?
You can't believe what you're hearing right now. Was it that ancient breathing style? How did you learn about it? All you just did right now was to dance with the moonlight—to let your body be controlled by the feeling of peace that you suddenly felt.
And yes, if that is what he calls taking you back, perhaps that's what's happened. Maybe it was his breathing style after all. Yet the question of how you knew about the style still lingered in the air… All you know is that you've loved the moon ever since… that's it.
The space between you seemed electric, and each inhalation was sharp and weighty with something other than fear. The air smelt like grass, steel, and something faintly sweet—your heartbeat.
"Breathe," he commanded, voice rougher now. "Show me how your lungs obey you. Or do they only obey me now?"
When you did, shakily, his fingers tightened slightly, pushing you to concentrate on the rhythm. You could feel the heat in his body, the proximity, and how your mind shifted between pain and exhilaration. His fingers brushed against your throat again, and his lips curved slightly—cruelly.
"That’s it," he murmured. "Let me hear that breath."
The rhythm of your breathing slipped under his control, with every exhale captured by the smallest movement of his palm. The weight of his body held you down, leaving your sword in the grass beside you.
When he leaned in, his voice lowered to a whisper that almost touched your ear.
"Even if you won't speak… I can hear it… but no, the moon doesn't dance… It commands the night. And now… I want you to obey my words… if you want to live."
And with that, he shifted, his presence overwhelming and his control complete. Each movement was intentional, and his tone fluctuated between disgust and fascination. His power was more than simply physical; it was stifling in the way it consumed your thoughts, turning your attention solely on him.
I… I want to live… but…
But suddenly, with the last of your adrenaline, you kicked him and escaped, grabbing your blade and pointing it at him.
"Just take my breath away… just… kill me…demon!"
As though it were wrong—a curse—to let his Moon Breathing flow flawlessly inside your soul, you yelled. It belonged to the devil. And even if it seemed ideal for you, you can't handle this. You won't ever betray your true master, the Wind Hashira, Sanemi. You won't alter your breathing for any other reason.
"So now, you're thinking that you can command me? A feeble slayer like you?" His voice, low, piercing, and as cold as steel, pierced the night. It was like holding a single twig against a hurricane, even if you managed to keep your Nichirin sword stable in front of him.
He didn't have to get much closer. His presence alone filled the clearing, pressing on your senses with an invisible weight.
"You truly believe that I can be intimidated by your sword? Your determination? Your devotion to the corps and… your Hashira?"
His six eyes shone, icy and sharp, as though they could see right through all of your self-deceptions—your thoughts.
You tightened your grip, chest rising and falling rapidly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I… I won’t let you… Who are you really—"
"Do you feel the weight of centuries in me?"
"I don't care about that…"
"And if I let you escape now… if I let you run—"
"Just kill me, you fucking demon!"
You lunged forward, letting your Nichirin arc through the air in a single, furious strike.
"First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
The blade screamed, cutting through the night breeze—but when it reached him, Kokushibo hadn’t even moved. His six eyes held yours, calm, unflinching, and impossibly aware of every motion.
The wind from your slash faded, leaving only the oppressive weight of his presence pressing down. You staggered slightly, chest heaving, realising too late that your attack, fierce as it was, had changed nothing. Against him, even your strongest strike felt like a test he observed with detached amusement.
Before you could ready another move, the ground beneath you shifted. Kokushibo closed the distance effortlessly, and the next moment you were on the floor, his massive frame towering over you. The shadow of his form swallowed the moonlight, and the sheer inevitability of him pinned you in place, every nerve alert.
One hand gripped your throat—not enough to crush, but enough to assert complete control. Your breaths came shallow, each inhale a reminder of your vulnerability, while his six glowing eyes studied you, unblinking.
"You are reckless," he murmured, low and deliberate. "Yet that storm inside of you… it fascinates me." The predator had claimed his prey, and there was no escaping the weight of his presence.
"L-Let me go!" you squirmed beneath him, but nothing helped. Kokushibo tightened his grip on your throat, making you a bit hazy right now.
You can see how intense his eyes are staring at you right now. It's as if his gaze could melt you, like ice cream under the sun. But no, it's late at night… you were supposed to be practising your breathing style, but why are you squirming beneath his larger muscular frame right now?
"Hush… Slayer," he murmured, voice low and smooth, brushing the edge of your ear with words that were as dangerous as they were intoxicating. "You should fear me… yet you’re here. Why didn’t you run?" Each syllable was deliberate, teasing, a whisper that drew your focus entirely to him.
He seemed to read every thought that flashed across your face as his eyes grew sharper and darker. He didn't touch you even though he leaned slightly closer—so close that you could feel the heat emanating from him. Each inch of closeness served as a purposeful test, a silent inquiry into how much you would allow him to control the room.
"You… intrigue me," he murmured, voice low, smooth, and almost hypnotic. "Not many can hold my attention like this. You're no… Wind Breather… that doesn't suit you well… Don't pretend."
Kokushibo's eyes followed the tenseness in your jaw and the rapid rise and fall of your chest, never leaving your gaze. He felt a slow, precise thrill from the slight quiver in your fingers and the slight catch in your breath. It was more than just attraction; it was a pull that neither of you could resist—a combination of fascination, control, and desire.
"L-let… go of me," you gasped, struggling beneath him, though the weight of his body pinned you on the ground effortlessly.
Slowly, deliberately, you suddenly felt his fingers brush along your thigh, teasing just enough to make your skin shiver. He leaned closer, chest nearly pressing against you, his presence heavy, magnetic.
"Can you feel this connection?" he murmured, low and deliberate, letting his fingers trail a little higher, brushing along the sensitive curve of your leg. He leaned even closer, breath warm against your ear. "Perhaps… it’s because of the breathing you did earlier… you're doing… now…" he said, letting his thumb graze your skin. "It seems like you’re in sync with me, whether you like it or not."
His shoulder and chest pushed closer, his fingers still tracing slow, tantalising patterns along your thigh, every movement intended to elicit your response. He shifted slightly, and you felt something hard press against your stomach, purposeful, probing, a subtle assertion of space and presence.
His gaze locked onto yours, dark, hypnotic, unblinking. "It’s remarkable…" he murmured, low and smooth, letting his breath brush your ear. "How naturally you respond… even when you think you’re resisting."
His fingers lingered along your thigh, sliding inside your skirt, each movement drawing out a reaction before you even realised it. His chest pressed closer, warmth brushing against you, presence heavy and magnetic.
"Why don't we test this?" he murmured, low and hypnotic, letting his breath ghost over your ear. "This… connection. It pulls you, doesn’t it?"
You were betrayed by your body, which reacted to him in unexpected ways. Your attention, focus, and senses were tightened around him by every delicate movement of his hand, every change in his weight, and every gloomy, unblinking gaze.
He leaned closer, lips almost brushing, voice soft but commanding: "I could feel you… wanting something… But let's see if this connection… will draw you in."
The hand on your thigh traced slow, teasing patterns again, every motion pulling, claiming, and guiding, and you realised you weren’t resisting anymore. Not fully.
Even pinned beneath him, every nerve, every breath, every heartbeat seemed to answer him—drawn in, caught, hypnotised, completely within the rhythm he set. And yes… you realised… the way you breathe—this is how he wanted you to do… what his actions commanded you to.
"That technique you did is born of me. My pulse. My will." His eyes narrowed, pupils thinning like blades. "And now it lives in you."
The space between you tightened—heat, breath, and the weight of every word hanging in the air. He drew closer until his voice was almost a vibration against your skin.
"So tell me," he murmured, "if you carry my breathing… how can you not be mine?"
His other hand lingered around your throat, the moment balanced on a knife‑edge—control and surrender, challenge and pull—everything poised to break into whatever happens next.
Tears came without warning, blurring your vision as you struggled, but his voice, low and velvety, wrapped around your mind, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along your thigh. The fight drained from you, and you trembled, utterly surrendered, caught in the pull of him.
He leaned in until his breath brushed your ear, voice smooth as a blade drawn in slow motion. "Good," he said, the words quiet but absolute. “Now stop fighting what’s already mine and… let me… claim you.”
You wanted to move once again, but then Kokushibo's grip on your throat tightened as his other hand slid dangerously towards your inner thighs.
"No…"
This is wrong, and you know it, but despite your squirming, you can't help but feel something more than fear oozing out of your body. Kokushibo's lips curved into a mocking smirk as his lips slowly brushed on your neck, licking the protruding vein as you struggled to breathe under his control.
You felt his lips trailing a slow, deliberate path along your neck, teeth grazing softly at the sensitive skin. His warm breath fanned over you as he murmured,
"You try to resist… yet your pulse betrays the truth. You want this. Every tense line in your body… every shiver… so exquisitely alive, so perfectly fragile for me."
Each word wrapped around you like a binding, tugging at your will, and despite the protests racing through your mind, your body arched instinctively, drawn impossibly closer to him.
I…I want this? But… no…. but he feels so… good…
A whimper escaped as you felt his fingers brush against your clothed clit. Fuck yes… this is… good. Your mind swirled in a haze, blurred and trembling under the sudden rush of lust and anger that surged through you for this impossible, predatory Upper Moon demon.
"Breathe… breathe for me… Let me claim you before I ruin you… Moon Breather… my… legacy bringer."
His hands held you with a possessive precision, tilting your body just so, weight pinning you in place without effort. "You were never meant to escape… never meant to resist. Every pulse, every shiver… all of it speaks to me. You are mine… my successor, my reflection… my inevitability."
Kokushibo's one hand teased insistently against your slit, finally slipping it inside your now wet cunt. This made him feel the heat that he shouldn't feel at all. He should just kill you… But why would he do that if he can seduce you into being his… companion forever… preserving his beloved breathing style with you?
You felt yourself reddening as his fingers brushed your slick cunt. His grip on your neck loosened, letting a bit of air enter your lungs. Yet, the way Kokushibo grinds his hardened, clothed cock against your thighs, and the way his fingers go up and down on your wet slit, it's drawing shivers, and yet, it's so rhythmic, as if he is guiding how you inhale and exhale.
"I can feel it… your desire, unbidden… wet and trembling for me. You're… definitely… mine now. And you'll be a good girl… just for me… tonight, right? You're going to… make me proud… right?"
Your struggles faltered as a strange clarity washed over you—the resistance in your limbs felt hollow, meaningless against the weight of his presence, his voice, and his claim. It was as if he was reading you… and now, filling the gaps within you.
Every whispered word, every low murmur praising you as his successor, threaded into your mind like a spell, highlighting something you had never heard before: someone believing in your worth… even in a way that made your chest ache with confusion and longing. The insecurities you carried, the doubts you had buried, now twisted into something dangerous, something sinful, making you tremble and finally whisper… yes.
And ironically, with that, all the virtues you uphold in the corps, all the defiance against Kokushibo's claim, and all the image of your hero—your master Sanemi—it all faded with the wind.
Kokushibo finally claimed your lips, kissing you hard as if there were no tomorrow. And there… you gave in fully, letting him take control without any struggle, every pulse and shiver a testament to the claim he had made over you.
"My slayer, breathe… for me… slowly… no, faster… good… just like that," he murmured, each word a tether to him as he massaged the lips of your wet cunt with his slick finger. Your body matched the rhythm he demanded, shivering and gasping in hypnotic obedience, utterly consumed by the pull of his claim as you wanted to… make him proud.
He whispered, his lips brushing your neck, "Good… Yes… Obey my words..."
"Just… focus on your breathing… Focus on… me..." Every syllable made your chest ache, drawing you further into the haze of want he had created, even as your body continued to tremble beneath him, every shiver betraying your surrender.
His dark eyes glimmered with predatory satisfaction as he leaned back, giving way to his hands to rip your top from your body in a swift, deliberate motion. You gasped… You should be running right now, and yet you're still here, with lust coated on both of your eyes.
Fabric tore under his hands, leaving your tits and hardened nipples exposed to him, every curve bare. His own clothes followed, peeled away slowly, revealing the hard, veiny sweep of his forearms, sculpted chest, and taut abs that shone ethereally under the bright moonlight.
He is not a demon… He's the Moon God…
You let your hazy thoughts inside your head, watching him wanting you so much that made you feel the heat between your legs become more intense.
And yes, the dam in you was broken when he finally revealed his cock—thick, long, undeniably powerful, pulsing with dominance and intent. This is the one that will pierce your womanhood later, breaking everything as you… get claimed.
Lips brushed your ear, teeth grazing lightly as he murmured, "That look suits you—acceptance, desire… mine."
As if something came inside of your head to control you once again, you reached out to wrap your hands around his neck—kind of making the demon a bit startled at first too—and leaned in on his chest, inhaling his surprisingly flower-like scent.
"T-Tell me your name…"
For a heartbeat, silence pressed between you as your hands worked to touch his back, feeling him. "I'm… Y/N… Please… tell me your name… Upper Moon One… I swear… I'll obey you…"
"Obey me? You have been doing this… from the start… Y/N…"
His lips curved, slow and deliberate, as if he had already won in a war that never happened. “Few have dared to ask me that,” he said, his voice low enough to tremble in your chest.
“I… never say it easily, but you're special… So you may know it… but when you speak it, you will remember your place.”
He pulled away, wrapping his hand around your bruised throat once again, not tight this time, as he wants to hear your voice. Then, he made you look at him in the eyes, which gleamed like sharpened moonlight.
“Call me Lord Kokushibo. That will suffice.”
You breathed it out—soft, unsure, but still obedient. “Lord… Kokushibo.”
His eyes are half-closed, letting you see the faintest smile ghosting over his mouth. A low sound rumbled in his throat, something between approval and hunger. He tilted your chin slightly upward with the hand that's already gripping your throat.
“Again,” he murmured. “Let me hear you say it with certainty.”
"L…Lord… Kokushibo…"
When you repeated it, his expression sharpened, satisfaction flickering like moonlight on a blade. “Good. Now you understand what I am.”
He suddenly rose to his full height, the movement slow, deliberate—commanding. You could feel the shift in the air as his shadow fell over you, his gaze heavy, assessing.
Without a word, he adjusted his stance, posture regal, the weight of his presence enough to make your pulse stutter. The space between you vanished, leaving only the raw, heavy pulse of him in your sight. You can't help but gulp… what is he about to do?
His hand brushed over your head once, not unkindly—an unspoken order wrapped in silence. “Kneel. Look at me, Y/N,” he said quietly, and even that simple command carried the gravity of something sacred.
And you did, feeling the gravel dig into your knees; you knelt in front of the Upper Moon, your Lord Kokushibo…
But suddenly, you felt a tug in your hair, making you whimper once again. Kokushibo made you lean up and used his other hand to grab his cock, slapping it on your face.
"You're mine… Right?"
"Yes… Yes…" Your hands held on his thighs for support as he rubbed his cock over your mouth, teasing you. "Make… me proud… Open your mouth… slut, and take me…" he commanded, growling with his voice impossibly low but also impossibly arousing.
You parted your lips on command, hesitant but obedient, your breath trembling as you looked up at him. Kokushibo’s hand slid into your hair again, guiding the angle of your head until you had no choice but to look only at him.
And when you're in one of your most vulnerable positions—a position that you have never imagined doing with a demon—Kokushibo moves with precision, slowly at first, then deeper, forcing the rhythm of your breathing to follow his will.
Each time you tried to draw in air, his grip would steady you, keeping you exactly where he wanted until your body learnt the pace he demanded. His breath hitched in quiet satisfaction, every exhale a quiet order for you to surrender a little more.
"F…fuck… A slayer… on her knees for a demon. How far you’ve fallen."
The words hit harder than any blade. Heat rose to your face—anger, shame, and something darker twisting beneath it. Yet before you even did something, Kokushibo thrust deeper into your mouth, his shadow swallowing yours as he released a growl of pleasure.
The air trembled between you, and your eyes became teary as you felt your throat being deeply fucked by the creature that you would have run away from earlier.
Whimpers escaped your lips as he fucked deeper and faster… But before he could even reach his peak, Kokushibo pulled out and slapped your face once again with his hard, veiny cock.
"Y/N… being mine suits you better," he murmured, the words curling in the air like smoke. "Join me—for eternity. No more pain. No more loss. You and I, unbroken, untouchable. We could walk beneath the same moon and shape the night as we please."
The wind blew after he said those words… It's as if it is already grieving. As if the wind already knows you'll be stupid and let yourself be consumed by his darkness, which was veiled under the pale moonlight.
His voice softened, almost tender. "You would never be alone again. I will be with you—always. Every breath, every step… mine beside yours."
The promise sank into you like warm venom. It sounded so peaceful, so final. For a heartbeat, you saw it: an endless path beneath the silver light, his shadow forever tangled with yours.
Then the wind blew harder—cold, violent—rattling the trees and tearing through the silence. It wailed like a wounded thing, as if mourning the moment a Hashira’s tsuguko gave her soul to the darkness.
And still, even as your heart fractured, you whispered the word that sealed it all.
"Take my breath away… Take… me…"
For a long time, Kokushibo only watched you, as if memorising the contour of your surrender. Then he carefully reached out, resting his palm on your heart. His touch was frigid and ancient, and yet it vibrated with something alive and immense.
"Then so be it," he murmured. "From this breath onwards, you are bound to me. My power will fill you… my moonlight will mark you. We will move as one shadow beneath the heavens."
He drew you closer, the space between you shrinking until the air itself trembled. You saw his fangs glimmer faintly in the dim light and heard a pulse that no longer belonged to a human heart. His voice intensified, sounding like both a pledge and an order.
"Drink, and be remade."
The world tilted. A warmth—sharp, metallic, endless—flooded your tongue, burning through your veins like liquid night. You doubled over, hands clutching at the ground as the heat clawed beneath your skin. It felt as if your body were being torn apart and reforged from within.
"Breathe," Kokushibo’s voice cut through the storm of pain—low, commanding, unwavering. "Do not fight it. The more you resist, the more it will break you. Focus on me."
You tried. Every word he said drew you away from the edge. His tone wrapped around you like iron and silk, anchoring, regulating, and guiding your scattered will towards him.
"Good," he murmured when your trembling slowed. "Now… listen. Let it settle. Let it take root. You will rise from this, stronger than you have ever been."
Pain tore through you, hot and relentless, until every thought felt like it might shatter. Flashes of your past and every person you have met in the corps blanketed your hazy brain, making tears fall out of your eyes. Breathing became more excruciating… You felt yourself dying… And then… Kokushibo’s hand brushed your shoulder, firm and unyielding, and his voice slithered into your mind.
“Let me help you… focus with me,” he murmured, low and commanding. The sound of it, the weight behind it, made your chest tighten in ways you didn’t expect. Even as your body trembled from the torment, every fibre of you was drawn to him, every instinct urging you to obey, to follow, to succumb.
Slowly, Kokushibo caught your bloody lips in a hungry kiss, seemingly celebrating early the transformation of his muse—his successor… his eternal bride. And with his body slowly crashing over you, the pain seemed to have ebbed away, bringing back the feeling of heat that had encircled your living soul earlier.
Now… you're united with the Upper Moon… Your Lord Kokushibo—not just because of your seemingly natural adaptation to Moon Breathing, but because he had given you a new life.
Now with the pain kind of subsiding with his touch, you felt Kokushibo grope your breasts as he kissed your neck, grinding his hard cock on your still-clothed cunt. And then, he used his other hand to slide your panties to the side and lift your skirt up, only to position his hard, pulsating cock on your wet entrance.
"…Focus on me… The pain will go away soon… Take me in, breathe slowly…"
He muttered, his voice still as commanding as he is. And there, he finally slid his cock inside your wet cunt, making you bite his shoulders with your newly formed fangs, drawing blood from him.
"L-Lord Koku—"
"Look at me…"
How lovely you are, as your now golden pupils gleamed in the moonlight as you gazed at Kokushibo. The demon growled hungrily as he thrust in and out of you, grabbing your neck once again as he towered over your smaller frame… fucking you hard.
It felt like… something else… something better than what you have felt when you're human… With your senses heightening, you felt how his hard cock pulsated within your cunt as he thrust in and out. You also can't help but hear how his breathing and moans overlapped with each other, making lewd sounds escape from your mouth as well as you felt his tip deep against your cervix.
"Ugh… Lord Kokushibo… Slower please…"
"Don't fucking command me… It's the other way around… spread your legs more…"
Kokushibo said as he thrust harder and faster, making your tits bounce with his motion. This is not how people fuck… that's not even how… you fucked with other slayers when you got horny and bored on trainings.
Yes… beneath that innocent look, you were a slut… a slut that your master never knew. And now… you're Kokushibo's slut for eternity.
Perhaps this is also the other thing that made you agree… It's because you knew how this demon would do anything to claim you no matter what you are… unlike how you feared the human world would treat you if they knew what you do in the shadows.
With Kokushibo, it'll be endless excitement… and eternal pleasure.
Kokushibo moaned in your ears as you spread your legs wider, making way for his deeper motions. He sucked on one of your nipples, biting it until it felt like burning and licking it after a short whimper from your mouth. He loved it… He wanted it.
And then, the Upper Moon suddenly lifted you, not removing his cock in the process. You held on to him with your newly formed claws, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he fucked you upward, as if mocking the Moon God.
This night is your unison with him and your unison with the new life you chose as his fledgling demon. Kokushibo caught your lips once again, biting the lower part of them until they bled.
"Fuck… you're mine…" he whispered against your eyes as you cried in pleasure, holding onto him for dear life. "I… I'm fucking yours… forever…"
Your words… a pledge. It brought pleasure into Kokushibo's dead heart. He kissed you more, your tongues fighting for dominance as he laid you over a rock, only to get more access to rub your clit as he fucked your hole so hard.
Lewd voices… they filled the forest.
"Ah… Lord Kokushibo! Ugh! Fuck…"
"Yes… cry for me… beg for how much you want me right now…"
"I—more… ugh, fuck! Yes! Yes!"
His rubbing on your clit became faster as his thrusts in your cunt became deeper. Scratching his back in pain and pleasure as you held him tight, you cried and moaned as you finally felt his cock twitching inside of you, getting ready for a big load of release.
"I… I… will… cum inside you now! Fuck!"
Yours and Kokushibo's breathing became in sync as your hips moved against his. Your body shuddered violently, trembling against him as waves of heat and tension overtook you. Kokushibo’s hold tightened, his movements rougher, more urgent, mirroring your own collapse into the sensation.
And there, you finally felt his hot cum flow inside your fucked cunt as you squirted hard on his still hard shaft. The world around you blurred, the night air heavy, your pulses syncing in a chaotic rhythm as both of you gave in, lost to the storm of force and motion, gripping, pressing, trembling together until it eased, leaving only the heavy, charged quiet between you.
Slowly, Kokushibo pulled out and supported you as you tried to sit. You shivered against him, body still trembling from the intensity, every nerve raw and screaming. The Upper Moon One’s hands were steady on your shoulders, holding you upright, his presence anchoring you as the lingering pain of the transformation pulsed through your veins. He murmured softly, a rare gentleness in his voice.
“My muse… breathe… breathe slowly… let your final breath finally escape your body… And come back to me…”
Through the haze, your thoughts flickered like dying flames.
Shinazugawa-san… I’ve failed… This is me now… You whispered apologies to the Hashira who used to be your master, to the life you had lost, and to the person you used to be. Now it'll all be gone with the wind as your new life will be reborn under the moonlight.
Kokushibo’s eyes softened ever so slightly as you let your breathing go slower, yet the same unyielding command lingered in his posture, reminding you that there was no turning back.
Your vision blurred, dizziness taking over as the last remnants of your human strength faded. Kokushibo tightened his hold, steadying you, whispering one final reassurance as your consciousness slipped away.
You awoke to the gentle rustle of silk and the subtle aroma of incense. The futon beneath you was strange yet warm, and the room surrounding you hummed quietly, eerily. Shadows gathered in corners, shifting as if alive, while moonlight filtered through latticed windows, painting the room in silver and shadow. For a minute, you struggled to remember where you were...and who you had been.
Rising unsteadily, you observed small changes in yourself. Your senses were sharper, and every sound and movement was heightened. Your heartbeat felt slower and more deliberate, but your blood pulsed with a weird, urgent force. You were no longer totally human, and the realisation brought both a thrill and a shiver of horror.
A light step behind you caused you to turn, and there he was. Kokushibo, calm and poised as always, leans against the doorway with a slight smirk. His eyes glowed with odd, possessive joy.
"You’ve awakened," he said, voice smooth and low, carrying both command and approval. "Do you feel it? The change… the power that courses through you now? You are mine, Y/N… and the world will know it soon enough."
The words wrapped around you like a chain and cloak all at once. Your heart quickened, a mixture of amazement, dread, and something darker you couldn't put your finger on. Even in this weird new form and unfamiliar lair, one thing was certain: you were bound to him, and there was no going back.
He stepped closer, shadow falling over you. "Come," he murmured, the air itself seeming to bend toward his will. "There is much for us to do… together."
And as you followed, a new awareness settled into your veins—the world had changed, and so had you. Every stride towards him made your heart race, and every glance and brush of his hand reminded you of how completely you were his. The bond between you was unbreakable, a silent, consuming force that whispered of endless nights, power and surrender entwined.
This truth burnt clearer than ever: your life, your strength, your breath—it all belonged to him, and this… this was only the beginning.
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Yes! Knowing me and my obsession with Sanemi, I got to make you his tsuguko XD And dangggg ugh Kokushibo... Yes too? HAHA!
Anyways, I'm not sure if I'll be able to write more for Kinktober as I will be working on my Roommate series. Maybe I'll just do a Yes Nut November series then 🤭
I hope you liked this! I had a bit of hard time causeeee things happened and I am not that expert with kinks etc HAHA XD But thank you for reading! Haters will not be tolerated!
