Devour (DoumaxFemale Reader)
Warning: Spoilers from Infinity Castle, Cunnilingus, Temperature Play, Unconsensual Foreplay, Dacryphilia
You cower in the corner with tears in your eyes as you watch your senpai being absorbed by the 2nd upper moon demon. You are frozen in place in complete shock at the death of Shinbou and her being murdered in front of you. Your body is shaking from the frigid cold of the room from his blood demon art and fear. You can’t help but think, if you could just get your body to move, maybe you can run away without him noticing your disappearance. You weren’t a hashira after all, but you could easily end up being his next meal. You hold your breath, and force your body to move quietly, but your knees buckle under you, collapsing to the ground, making your katana clang against the ground. “Shit,” you think as your body shakes more and the demon, Douma turns his attention to you, as he finishes taking over Shinobu’s body.
He looks you in the eyes with his mischievous smile as he slowly walks towards you. “Well look at what we have here,” he says, reaching you and you are pushed against the wall, frozen still with no way to escape. Douma reaches out to stroke your face, examining you. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Far more beautiful than that poison hashira. I bet you taste delicious.” You let out a gasp and as tears began to stream down your cheeks. To your surprise, gently wipes them and looks you in the eye. “Don’t be afraid, little one. You’re so pretty, it would be a waste to not have fun with you first,” he whispers as he leans in and inhales your scent, making you tense up. This makes him chuckle as he trails soft kisses down your neck. He pulls away and takes you in. Your big doe eyes are full of fear of him, your pale and reddish skin from the cold, your dark hair that frames your round face perfectly, and those soft full lips. Douma can’t help but get enticed by your beauty. He decides he wants a better view, untying your obi. Your reflex is to grab his hand to stop him, but he pushes it away roughly, sliding your yukata down your shoulders. He drinks up your curvy form, admiring your full breasts and hips.
He starts to trail his fingers over your body, squeezing your breasts through your bra and trailing down your stomach. He lays you on your back and starts to ravage every inch of your body, covering it in licks and kisses. He rips your bra off and tosses it aside, a satisfied smirk on his face as eyes your bare chest. Douma leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing and licking it gently. This makes a small whimper escape your lips. Douma chuckles and begins to grope and rub the other breast as he continues to lick and bite your nipple. “You like that hmm?” You squirm and whine under his touch wanting to escape him. You are still absolutely terrified of what he will do next and how much longer you have to live. Feelings of shame overcome you, but your body can’t help but react. You can feel your stomach tense and a pool of wetness beginning to form in your panties. “This is wrong, I shouldn’t be enjoying this…” You think to yourself, feeling terrible about enjoying it, especially after you witnessed the tragic end of Shinobu’s death. Douma continues to move downward, slowly planting kisses down your stomach.
Douma trails his fingers under the waistband of your panties. Automatically feeling how wet you are. “Mmmm…you’re so wet little one, I guess you are enjoying this last bit of entertainment before you die.” He inhales your scent, and he can’t help but get more enticed by you. Your pussy smells so sweet, he can’t help but want to taste you even more. He starts to slowly rub your clit and you tense up biting your lip trying to hold back your moans. Douma can tell you are still resisting so he speeds up a bit, getting a whine out of you. “That’s it, show me you like it,” he coos against your ear. Douma then slips a finger inside of you and your back arches as you let out a soft moan groping your breasts. He likes this reaction as he looks up at you pushing another finger inside your heat. “Ooo damn, you’re so tight.” He begins to roughly move his fingers in and out of you making you moan more and tighten around him.
Douma is about to lose it, as your scent gets stronger and he rips off your panties, pushing your legs wide open. He licks his lips, seeing your juicy pussy leaking from what he is doing to you. It’s the prettiest thing he has ever seen from any woman he has played with before. Douma gets down on his knees, positioning his face at your entrance. You have an inkling of what will happen next and you try to close your thighs together in protest, thrashing underneath him as you beg him to stop. “No please don’t…” you say in a quiet murmur. Douma ignores you and roughly forces your legs back open. “I suggest you stop fighting it, or I will get angry and be forced to end your life sooner rather than later.” He gives you a cold and dangerous glare that stops you in your tracks and holds you completely still. He smirks and continues trailing little licks and nibbles over your thighs. He begins to tease your clit, blowing his warm breath against it. It makes you squirm and whine which excites him a bit. Douma suddenly has the idea to see how you react to his blood demon ice manipulation if he were to use it on such a sensitive area.
Douma chuckles mischievously, blowing his icy breath lightly onto your clit and down your slit. You whimper, shivering and biting your lip in his hold. It’s so cold your body can’t help but shake, but it strangely makes you feel overstimulated. Tears well up in your eyes and fall down your rosy cheeks as you breathe heavily as Douma continues stimulating you. He looks up at you seeing your tears and he smirks. Seeing you overwhelmed with pleasure to the point of tears turns him on even more. He rubs your clit and pressing cool fingers back inside your aching pussy, watching ice melt as it enters your heat. The sight makes him groan and he can’t take it anymore. He spreads you open wider and dips his tongue against your slit. You let out a loud moan as you arch your back. It’s a sensation you’ve never experienced before. It feels so good you almost forget you’re in your final moments before death. Your eyes roll back as his tongue swipes circles around your clit quickly and starts to suck it roughly. Your breathing becomes more haggard as he works his tongue up and down your slit.
You feel your stomach tighten as he quickens his pace on your clit and with the thrust of his fingers. You lick your lips as you begin to moan uncontrollably. His tongue feels so good against you, you are overcome with so much pleasure, it’s hard to remind yourself of how wrong it is. Douma continues to work his tongue over your clit, lapping up all of your delicious juices and taking in how good you smell the more aroused you become. He can tell you are getting closer to orgasm. He moves his fingers faster as your walls grip onto him sucking your clit furiously. Suddenly, your back arches and you moan loudly as the tension in your stomach releases and you feel a wave of pleasure shoot through you. Douma drinks all of your juices that flowed from you, feeling more hungry from how intoxicating your orgasm tastes. He begins to sink his teeth into your thigh, tearing your leg from your pelvis, making you let out a blood curdling scream. He has every intention to devour your body and take his time savoring how delicious you are. You feel the blood seeping out of your body, knowing the time for you to die has come. You slowly close your eyes as you bleed out, the feeling of your limbs being torn away being excruciatingly and agonizingly painful. You feel your consciousness drift from what’s left of you. At least you died feeling that heavenly feeling of oral pleasure as your last memory in this world.
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