cw: slight(?) noncon at the beginning, smut, rough sex, creampie, loss of virginity
word count: 5.5k
summary:
being captured by upper moon six and presented to upper moon three on a bed wasn’t what you had planned.
checking in on upper moon six and receiving a lovely slayer as a gift wasn’t what akaza had planned either.
but really, who was he to deny a free snack? especially a beautiful one, at that.
(originally posted on my ao3)
the moonlight shone onto the bustling streets of the red light district, the smell of perfume and cooked goods surrounding the air and giving a very city-like feel to it, only difference being almost all the girls walking the streets were beautiful young women, looking for a client or more to please on a lovely summer’s night.
akaza sat atop a roof, observing the area. it was fully clear of any slayers, from what he could tell. daki and gyuutarou certainly were able to take care of themselves and their territory, he had to give them that.
the gentle summer breeze brushed against him, and akaza jumped down from the roof, making his way to the siblings’ main area of operation, also known as the most popular and successful brothel in the district, and perhaps even the best in the whole country.
nobody paid much attention to him, especially since it was quite crowded, and most were too busy being distracted by the sex workers or delicious food. slipping into the building, he made his way upstairs and into the room where he could sense the two upper moon demons the most in one swift motion so as not to cause commotion in the lobby.
“sorry i’m late,” he greeted, stepping into the room where daki and gyuutarou were in, where the the latter was putting his sister’s hair up with elaborate accessories and the younger girl painting her nails a lovely shade of nettle.
“akaza-san!” daki beamed, standing up to bow to him, “welcome to our humble abode!” she twirled around, showing off the lavishly decorated room where expensive silks hung from tapestries and only the finest of furniture was present.
“it’s a sight to behold,” he mused, “good to see you, gyuutarou.”
“hi,” he said plainly, his back hunched over as he tidied up his sister’s accessories.
“come on, onii-chan! show some enthusiasm,” daki grabbed his hands and pulled him up, “akaza-san might tell on you for being so lame!”
“well, the two of you seem to be alright. i’ll be sure to give positive comments,” akaza shrugged. he rarely spoke to the two, only knew their position and where they resided in. kibutsuji seemed to be concerned for whatever reason, but akaza felt as though the two had things under control.
“really? thank you so much, akaza-san!” daki squealed, hugging her brother tightly, “stay here a bit more, will you? you must be hungry, and luckily we have dinner!”
she scurried to the corner of the room and uncovered the dish of cooked human flesh, marinaded with salt, pepper and other condiments. from the looks of it, akaza could tell it was a fresh, juicy stomach.
“i guess i could,” he shrugged. “i’ve never eaten modified human flesh before, did you cook this yourself?”
“i didn’t, but my amazing onii-chan did! he’s such a talented cook,” daki nodded.
taking the first bite, the taste of flesh mixed with human kitchen toppings didn’t taste so horrible. it was a refreshing new food item to try, and he couldn’t complain about it in the slightest. he usually ate all his meat raw, but perhaps he could always try new things.
“it’s good,” he nodded, and daki once again burst in excitement, showering her brother with more compliments as the older sibling merely blushed and shrugged it all off. they had a good relationship.
“thank you for the meal,” he said, “i’d best take my leave and report back.”
“aww, that’s too bad, akaza-san!” daki pouted, “i was really excited for you to try the best thing we had to offer.”
“and what’s that?” akaza tilted his head.
“why, our girls, of course!”
akaza laughed in surprise. he did expect them to offer up their best girls, or any of them, for that matter, for a better review. but human women? they were weak. none of them could keep up with his stamina and expectations, which was why he had stopped bedding any of them for years, which were quite few as unsurprisingly, most were afraid by how inhuman he looked.
“i don’t think any of your girls would be willing to sleep with a demon,” he said politely, “and humans are weak. they can never handle our strength in intercourse.”
“that’s no problem at all! you can always use as many of our girls as you’d like! as soon as they get tired you can switch around, anything for you!” daki winked.
“don’t you think they’d be afraid to even touch me?” akaza joked half-heartedly. he was sure daki wasn’t going to back down, and he tried to word it as nicely as he could.
“hey, onii-chan,” daki said, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “remember the slayer girl we captured yesterday?”
“yeah,” gyuutarou said, “she’s still in your obi, if i remember correctly.”
“that’s it!” she snapped her fingers, “akaza-san, you definitely won’t believe your luck! we just captured a demon slayer yesterday, she said she was at kinoe rank, i think? whatever, she’s almost a hashira or something, and we can fetch her for you!”
he raised a brow, thinking it through. a slayer of kinoe rank had been captured in an attempt to eliminate upper moon six? that was cute. being almost a hashira, he was sure she’d definitely have more stamina, and the thought of bringing a powerful fighter to her knees did arouse him.
“i’ll have her then,” akaza said.
(y/n) grunted as she hit the ground elbow-first, the stinging feeling buzzing throughout her bone and onto her arm. she turned to glare at daki, who just stood over her, smirking.
“well, i’d initially planned on killing you,” the demon hissed, “but since you do have a pretty face, i suppose i could put you to good use to please my superiors,” she lifted (y/n) up by her uniform’s collar, scrunching her face in disgust as she shoved the human girl with slight force.
“you don’t look half-bad, i suppose,” daki thought aloud to herself, “once you get dressed properly and out of that disgusting uniform, and oh god, bathed, obviously, since you smell absolutely horrid, i guess you’ll be ready for him.”
“h-him?” (y/n) weakly croaked, her throat dry and sore from dehydration and exhaustion, her body still tired from the solo fight against two powerful demons just a day ago.
daki ignored her question, and instead huffed, grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her along to a room with a lavish bath in the center, and (y/n) winced as the demon let go of her tight grip, cradling her arm.
“strip yourself out of that disgusting clothing and wash yourself. you better do it thoroughly, or i’ll for sure skin you alive,” the demon instructed bitterly before turning on her heels to leave, “if i find even one speck of dirt on you, i’ll pull your teeth out.”
the door slammed loudly, and (y/n) swallowed dryly. she shouldn’t have come. she had underestimated the danger in the area, and had assumed she was strong enough to handle a lower moon, which she thought was the problem.
but the true problem was that it was, instead, upper moon six and his sister, who had captured her before she was forced into a sash full of countless other female victims. she should have alerted headquarters or a hashira.
but it was too late for that. reluctantly, (y/n) undressed herself and plunged her body into the warmth of the bath, her bruises stinging against the water, but she didn’t mind. she felt at peace for once, and cleaned herself completely from the dry blood sticking on her.
(y/n) didn’t know what was going to happen to her, but she had a clear idea of what was going to happen. she’d be forced into sex work. it did sound horrible, but since she thought it through, she’d be pleasing human men as her customers, right? it didn’t seem like much of a problem. if they tried to touch her, she could easily knock them to the ground and escape.
but what a fool it was to think upper moon six would let a measly demon slayer remain alive and unchained in their territory without slaughtering her off.
“are you done, creature? it’s upper moon three who’s your client,” daki sneered, entering the bathroom without any sound.
(y/n) froze, feeling her lungs tight as she heard the demon’s statement. upper moon three? no way it could be.
“are you deaf? god, get out of the tub already. i still have to dress you up,” daki roughly pulled her out of the tub, water splashing everywhere, and (y/n) tried her best not to get any water on the demon so as not to worsen her sour display of emotions.
“dry yourself then enter this room,” daki pointed at the very door she came in from before sighing and leaving again.
trying not to shake as much as she could, (y/n) quickly dried herself off, still feeling her breath caught in her chest. if there was anything she regretted most in her life, it would have to be coming to the red light district. not only did she suffer a humiliating loss against upper moon six, she’d also have to have sex with an upper moon demon.
was she going to be killed right after it was done? in all honesty, she didn’t really mind. she put aside her intrusive thoughts as she entered another room, and daki quickly dressed her in what seemed to be an expensive silk kimono, pink in colour as well as a light blue obi tied tightly around her waist.
as for accessories, the demon simply placed a headband with dark blue and white stripes with a small faux rose in a lighter shade of blue on its side.
“thankfully he doesn’t seem to like overly dressed girls,” daki rolled her eyes, “it’d be such a torture to treat you more.”
(y/n) remained silent throughout the whole process, focusing on steadying her breathing and not think too much about what was going to happen. she didn’t know who upper moon three was, but she just prayed he wouldn’t be too abusive. it was just sex. well, it did mean quite a lot to her. as a slayer she wasn’t sure if she’d ever marry, but if she did, she always wanted her first time to be romantic.
and there was nothing romantic about having her virginity taken by a demon, the very creatures she had worked her whole life to eliminate. and she was so close to being a hashira. it was as if life was laughing in mockery at her for thinking she could live happily.
“follow me,” daki said, and (y/n) got up and followed after her as quickly as she could. the damned kimono was quite heavy, and it was a hassle to bunch it all up into her arms to be able to walk freely, and she knew the demon wouldn’t like her wrinkling the silk.
daki slid a door open, and looked at (y/n) expectantly. the girl quickly entered, and dread filled her. of course it was a large bedroom. what else did she expect from a brothel? if only it had been in a different circumstance, the room would have looked lovely and sensual.
“stay here and don’t try anything stupid,” daki narrowed her eyes, “i won’t hesitate to send you out into the streets where hundreds of ugly bastards would love to have their way with you. so it’s either you be good for upper moon three, or have fun sucking on dirty cocks.”
she closed the door with a slam, and (y/n) cringed. she really had no doubt daki would actually skin her alive or throw her out to the lustful men outside who could never afford a beautiful girl from daki’s brothel.
plopping herself onto the bed at the center, (y/n) looked down at her hands, just wondering how everything in her life had lead up to her current predicament. she had joined the demon slayer corps after her family had been slaughtered by a demon, and was later rescued by one of the hashiras.
she worked her back off for years to become a hashira so she could protect more innocent lives, and she had actually believed she would be a hashira if she managed to kill off upper moon six. it was bitterly unfair how the tables had turned against her and she had to use her body which had been made to combat demons to instead sleep with one.
disgusting. with just one glance into the room where she was in, she knew there really was no escape. no windows, no loose floorboards, no weapons. not like any weapons could even help her fight against upper moon three. she could try dashing out the room, but she had a feeling it would be futile in the end. she didn’t even know where her nichirin blade was. daki had most likely gotten rid of it.
she felt tears prick the back of her eyes, but (y/n) refused to let them flow. she’d live through this. that is, if she didn’t get killed. she didn’t want to submit to a demon, but it was the only way to have a chance to live. tapping her foot, she wondered when the demon would arrive. not that she wanted him to, but for such a powerful demon, you might have thought he’d be more punctual.
she wanted to get the night over and done with already.
“good afternoon,” a voice said, velvety and alluring, and (y/n) stiffened. without looking up, she knew it was upper moon three in all his glory. he had the strongest scent of kibutsuji she had ever smelled, and she swallowed thickly. perhaps she underestimated everything again. she felt a tinge of fear grow in the pit of her stomach, but forced herself not to acknowledge it.
just be good and maybe she’d live to see the next day.
“quite the silent type, are you?” upper moon three raised her chin, locking his eyes with hers. (y/n) felt her throat go dry as she stared into his blue and yellow eyes with the words “upper three” engraved onto them. he had jarring pink hair and his skin was pale white, save for the indigo-coloured lines adorning his face, neck and arms, his fingers and toes tipped with the same indigo.
“i see you’re dressed in my colours,” he chuckled, letting go of her chin, and (y/n) remained silent, unsure of what to say. it was only then, too, did she realise daki had dressed her in upper three’s signature colours.
“stand,” he said, and she obeyed, albeit stiffly.
he eyed her from top to bottom, taking in her delicate features, and the way she avoided looking at him, her eyes downcast and muscles unmoving.
“strip,” he said plainly, and (y/n) inhaled sharply. she knew it was coming. hesitantly, she tried to reach the back of her obi sash, her arms twisting backwards to try and untie the knot which was tied tightly.
she furrowed her brows in frustration as she tried to turn the obi around her way to untie it, but it was stubbornly tied in place, and she nervously eyed the demon in front of her, who just stared at her patiently.
“need some help?” he smiled, and she pursed her lips. silently nodding, she closed her eyes tightly as he wrapped his arms around her to untie the sash, a light blush forming on her face as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
once undone, he tossed it aside without much care before slowly pulling the kimono off her shoulders, and (y/n) bit her lip as the breezy air touched her skin, and she hated how he could see almost all of her as she could feel his eyes on her breasts, her nipples hardened from the exposure.
“what’s your name?” he asked, his hand trailing the small of her back before grabbing her plump ass, and she gasped softly, her blush darkening.
“answer me,” he lightly spanked her, and she pursed her lips.
“it’s (y/n),” she said softly.
“hm, not only a beautiful name, but a beautiful voice too,” he softly kissed her neck, drawing another soft gasp from her.
“i’m akaza,” he smirked against her neck, biting down into it with his fangs and sucking on her sweet spot. she let out a moan, almost inaudible, as he pinched her right breast, twisting and pulling it.
“let’s move to the bed, shall we?” he pulled himself away from her, and she nodded reluctantly.
awkwardly sitting on the centre of the bed, (y/n) kept her legs together, refusing to part them. at least for as long as she could hide it from akaza, who took his dark pink haori off, and straddled her.
“i won’t hurt you, don’t worry,” akaza said, and (y/n) nervously glanced at his stature, and regretted it. gods, did he have to be so handsome? there really was no need for it; it was making things worse for her. not only did he had an admittedly attractive face, but his toned chest and strong arms didn’t help at all. she couldn’t help but think that if he was human, she definitely wouldn’t mind sleeping with him.
lusting for a demon already? pathetic. she had to pull it together.
“your breasts are cute,” he said, massaging them with his calloused hands, and she squirmed, his fingers flicking her nipples and squeezing them. he leaned in to take one of them in his mouth, and she involuntarily arched her back as he sucked on it tenderly.
“n-no…” she weakly gasped, hiding her face with her hands.
“don’t cover yourself,” akaza grabbed her wrists, pinning them beside her head with just one hand as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.
“you’re beautiful, i mean it,” he said, and she bit the inside of her mouth as he continued his touches, flicking her sensitive buds with his tongue, her breath getting more uneven as she felt herself get wetter and wetter, rubbing her thighs together as she felt her juices spread onto them already.
he pulled away from her breasts with a pop, her chest coated in his saliva as he trailed gentle kisses on her stomach down to her sweetest spot, and she groaned internally, knowing her dignity would be out the nonexistent window as soon as he saw her most precious spot.
“i can smell your arousal, (y/n),” akaza licked his lips, boring his eyes at hers, sending a shiver down her spine.
“i-i don’t want this,” she stuttered, glaring at him. it wasn’t much use. he made her feel small and vulnerable with just his touches.
“hm, that’s not what you’re really thinking though, is it?” he spread her legs without warning, her wet cunt exposed to him as she looked away in shame, her clit already throbbing from just feeling him suckle on her breasts.
“you’re so wet for me,” he smirked, “i find it really cute.”
“i hate you,” she whispered weakly, tears threatening to slip out as he kissed her thighs and gently bit on it, drawing out a small trickle of blood.
“you don’t seem to hate how i touch you, though,” akaza chuckled, his digits teasing her opening as he hovered it right outside her entrance, just barely touching it. not quite, but just letting her know who was in control and how he could easily break her.
(y/n) took a small peek at him, and she let out a strangled moan as he leaned down to kiss her pussy without any warning, once again. she bucked her hips on him, and his small chuckle vibrated against her as he licked her cunt from bottom to top in an agonisingly slow pace, stopping just under the clit.
“you’re a virgin, aren’t you,” it was more of a statement, and (y/n) refused to answer. she knew he knew, and was just trying to get her to admit it. when he received no answer, akaza plunged his two fingers into her, and she screamed as her walls clenched down on it, and he gently thrusted it in and out, curling it when he was knuckles-deep into her.
“i can’t wait to feel you take my cock, you’re so tight,” he withdrew his fingers, sucking on them and tasting her cum.
“you’re so wet already and i’ve barely worked up your clit,” akaza teased, and she fought the urge to just kick his face. it wouldn’t end well.
“don’t hold back any of your moans,” he said sternly, and pressed a kiss to her clit. (y/n) moaned through gritted teeth as he sucked on the small knob and lightly grazed it with his teeth. she hated how good it felt. his tongue was obviously skilled, and she unconsciously grabbed his pink hair as he messily made out with her lower lips, fucking her with his tongue and holding her hips still in a bruising grip.
“cum for me,” he growled against her, and she mewled, her thighs shaking as she reached her climax from his mouth, her lower regions on fire as she moaned aloud, throwing her head back against the soft pillows as she heaved from exhaustion already, her legs limp beside his head.
“i can’t believe a kinoe is already tired just from one round,” he mocked, wiping her cum off of his jaw and licking it up, “weren’t you taught breathing practices? you’re certainly weak,” he chuckled.
“or maybe you’ve started to give in.”
“i-i’m not!” (y/n) retorted. she wanted to wipe the smirk off his face with her nichirin blade.
“well, your skin is still soft, you don’t seem to have any scars from what i can see, and you lost to upper moon six,” akaza said, “clearly, you haven’t been practicing enough. but it’s okay. you taste intoxicating,” he winked.
“go to hell,” she shot back, not caring about being nice anymore. insulting her skills as a slayer was something she took seriously.
“i don’t think so,” he tilted his head. “i’ve certainly missed my chance of going to heaven, but,” he rubbed her clit, earning a soft gasp and an even harder glare from her, “you’re enough to be my heaven.”
did he really have to smooth talk her like that? what a waste of a charmer. his words and actions would have been intimate and romantic, she’d admit, if only he wasn’t a goddamn demon.
he stood up, undoing his light green string that served as a belt around his knee-length white trousers, and (y/n)’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at his cock. she had never seen one in real life before, but she knew immediately it was much bigger than average. standing proudly at roughly twenty-two centimetres, erect and a small drop of precum sitting on its tip, she wanted to sink away.
it had several veins protruding on its sides, with three indigo stripes near the tip, just like his body had, and she wondered if it would even fit inside her virgin hole. he could break her if he went too rough.
“like what you see?” he smirked, and she glared again at him, looking away. curse him for looking so good and touching her so well. but at the very moment, she felt genuine fear at the thought of him penetrating her. no doubt he would reach her most sensitive spots with that impressive length.
gods, seriously? an upper moon demon was about to defile her and all she could think of was how handsome he was?
“i’ll try my best not to hurt you,” he said, crawling on top of her and trapping her under him. (y/n) gulped nervously, looking at his devilishly handsome smile. was he a gentleman when he was a human? he was much nicer than she imagined him to be, not that she was complaining.
“you ready?” he poked his tip against her wetness, and she tightened her grip on the sheets beside her head.
“i still hate you,” she mumbled, and akaza just chuckled.
“would you rather i fuck you without sympathy?” his voice was neutral, but she could tell from the dangerous stare in his eyes, he wasn’t joking.
“i-i’m ready,” she said, her nails digging into the sheets so tightly she could feel the cloth tear a bit.
“good girl,” akaza kissed her neck, and slowly inserted his length into her. his tip slid in without much trouble, seeing as she was already well-lubricated with her juices, but as he entered her halfway, (y/n) whimpered, tears spilling from her eyes as she felt her hymen tear, the feeling of his dick uncomfortable and too big inside her.
“shh, it’s okay. you can hold onto me,” he whispered, nibbling on the shell of her ear. she didn’t know why she did it, but she obeyed, moving her trembling hands from the sheets to wrap her arms around his large back, trying not to dig her nails into him.
“i-it hurts,” she let out a soft sob, and akaza wiped her tears with his thumb. he was starting to get impatient, she could tell, his erection pulsing in her, but thankfully he just kissed her face, trying to calm her down as she adjusted to him. he wasn’t even more than halfway in!
after several more moments, akaza couldn’t wait any longer, and so he pulled out slightly before gently thrusting his whole cock into her, and (y/n) screamed into his mouth as he captured her lips with his, her legs shaking violently while wrapped around him.
“you’re okay, it’s okay,” he said, his voice strained and impatient, his throbbing dick just wanting to start fucking into her. her tight virgin walls felt so good around him, clenching and taking him so well, stretched out just for him.
“i’m going to start,” he bit her neck, and began thrusting into her at a moderate speed. (y/n) felt the sting and pain in her core start to fade as akaza slowly fastened his thrusts, and she hated her moans that spilled out of her lips as he filled her up so well and felt his length brush against her oversensitive clit at every thrust.
“you feel so good, (y/n),” akaza grunted, pounding into her. she closed her eyes tightly, the embarrassing sounds of his cock thrusting into her pussy driving her mad. the squelches as well as her moans and his low grunts filled the room, and she hated most how good he still made her felt. it felt better than her earlier orgasm from his tongue, even.
what a slut of a slayer she was to enjoy upper moon cock inside her pussy.
“that’s it, you’re close,” akaza kissed her, “cum all over my dick.”
(y/n) whimpered, shaking as he sped up his pace, the tip of his dick brushing and hitting against her cervix hard, and she felt the familiar tingling in her core start to build up as she dug her nails into his back, shaking her head.
“look at me while you cum,” akaza grabbed her jaw roughly, “i want to see your beautiful face while you cum because of me.”
with a few more thrusts, (y/n)’s breath hitched as her walls tightened even more on him, her back arching into his chest as she came, his name on her tongue as she climaxed, her juices coating his dick and he kissed her roughly, teeth clashing.
he held her tightly while she she weakly steadied her breathing, slowing down his roughness and kissing her cheeks and neck softly.
“you’re such a cute little slut,” he said, “what would the hashira think of you moaning my name while i fuck your tight little cunt?”
“s-stop,” she weakly said, more shame filling her. but at the same time, being degraded for enjoying sex with an upper moon was just…thrilling.
“oh? you got tighter,” akaza smirked, “you’re really nothing but a useless cumslut. you’re clearly no good in fighting demons.”
“come to think of it, the only thing you’re useful for might be in being my cumwhore,” his thrusts returned to its usual bruising pace, and (y/n) moaned his name again, the degradation just making it worse for her to resist him. he made her feel so good.
“i’m going to fuck you so hard until sunrise,” he wrapped a hand around her neck, not intent on choking her, but just hard enough to prevent some airflow into her lungs.
“you really are a slut,” he mused, “your pussy gets so wet and tight from being treated like you’re nothing but a cheap whore. i’ll make sure you cum so hard so many times on my cock until you won’t be able to walk for the next month.”
(y/n) gasped aloud as he let her neck go, and she writhed under him, feeling the third orgasm of the night approach. no, no, no, she was going to cum again? and in such a short time?
“cum again, slut,” akaza said sharply, grabbing her jaw once again. her moans increased in volume as he rubbed her clit roughly with his fingers, her g-spot being abused over and over again by his roughness. she lay weaker on the bed, her strength fading with every orgasm and thrust, and she could still feel his erection still strong inside her.
“look down, (y/n),” he grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look at where they were joined together, his dick creating a bulge inside her torso with every thrust, small spurts of cum spilling out her hole, coating his waist and her thighs as well as spilling onto the sheets shamelessly.
“i’m going to cum in you, fill you up with my seed,” he kissed her jaw, and she started to panic.
“it’s okay, shh,” he cooed, massaging her breast, “i’ll take good care of you. i’ll make sure you’re well fed and well fucked,” he chuckled, “i’ll breed you like the slut you are.”
“i-i don’t want to be a mother yet,” she weakly protested, and knew he was going to mock her for getting wetter or tighter yet again.
“don’t you get wet just thinking of my cum in you?” he said. bingo.
“i’ll make sure you take every drop of my seed, fill you up so well. you’ll look so lovely full of my seed leaking out your cute little cunt,” he grabbed her hair again, pressing a rough kiss on her lips, and she was sure it was bruised.
“you’re close too, aren’t you?” he grinned. “you’re such a good girl, you’ve been so good for me,” he hummed, “you feel and taste so heavenly, (y/n). i’ll make sure i breed you well, too, for being so good.”
(y/n) felt her head spin, the ecstasy almost too much for her as she knew another wave of an orgasm was approaching. and she knew he was close, too.
damning it all, she pulled him closer and kissed him, intertwining her fingers in his as his pace went uneven for a few seconds after being caught off-guard, but he smiled into the kiss as he hit her sweetest spot over and over again, and he felt his balls tighten before he shot out all his seed into her, letting out a moan himself into the kiss as she did too, and she trembled as he pulled away to let her breathe, a small string of saliva connecting their lips.
he laid still on her, feeling the heavy rise and fall of her chest against his, her still heavy breathing filling the comfortable silence of the room. knowing he was quite heavy, akaza slowly pulled out, biting his lip at the arousing sight of her used and abused cunt, their mixed juices dripping out and into the sheets. he used his fingers to push it back inside her, (y/n) silently looking at him through half-lidded eyes.
he could, of course, go for multiple more rounds, but he felt it was enough for the night. the girl didn’t have as strong a stamina as he thought she would, but he didn’t mind too much. in centuries, he’d seen a girl as beautiful as her, or one that made him feel as good as her cute cunt did around his cock.
he’d let her rest for a while, maybe give her a few hours before filling her up with his cock and cum again. there wasn’t much rush, he could just stay with her for the whole morning before departing after sunset the next day.
he kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes as she felt his warm embrace around her. she felt some sort of peace with him in his arms. it was strange, but the tranquil feeling was undisturbed as he softly massaged her bruised hips, black and blue from earlier activities. she nuzzled her head into his chest, and slowly drifted to sleep.
perhaps she’d found the strange feeling of calm she always longed for.
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