“Such a Delicious Treat.”
A/N: Soo this is something I wrote a while back, bc I was on my period and going INSANE LMFAO. If you’re sensitive to blood and sex during that time of the month, feel free to skip! Enjoy! And ofc, MDNI.
Douma x Fem! Cult Member! Reader
Warnings: Smut, Oral (f. Receiving), Sex during Menstruation (cuts off at the end), blood, Douma being a menace to society overall.
Douma always enjoyed women.
That, alone, was common knowledge. At least within the talkings of the twelve Kizuki. It was simple.
From their physical looks, their curves, and delicate form- all the way to how they act and present therselves. But there was one specific aspect that really separated their meat from that of men’s meat.
The biology of womanhood. Their bodies are plump, full of nutrients all for one reason: to carry a child in their wombs. And what he found most interesting, menstruation.
The fact that women menstruate- it was the closest Douma would ever get to religion. The very idea that women simply bleed from such a important, intimate area as a punishment for not bearing a child? That had Douma’s mouth water at the thought.
Which is why, as he is sat upon his throne, his nostrils happen to pick up the smell of that all so familiar scent he had come to love! At least, his demented version of it.
Menstrual blood.
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“Hey, I found some herbal tea that should help with your-“ Your friend, Hikaru, leans in to whisper. “Cramps.”
You laugh, well, a very shaky laugh as you gratefully accept the tea that would hopefully stop the familiar abdominal pains you suffered every month.
“Th-Thank you, Hikaru. I appreciate it,” You bow, groaning just from such a simple movement. “I shall head to my chambers now, you go on and enjoy the banquet.”
As much as you wished you could attend such a lovely event, you were worried that the pain would have you making embarrassing whimpers while the Lord Founder gave his speech. That would just be horrid, so you opted to sit this one out.
You figured the Lord Founder wouldn’t be upset, after all, he is a very benevolent man.
“Of course, I hope you feel better. Please, get rest.”Hikaru bows back, before turning around to head to the foyer.
Thus, you were left in the long and winding hallways, making the way to your room in a tremendous amount of pain.
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Two hours go by, and within those two hours you had settled into your very welcoming futon, drank every drop of the tea, and had done your best to cry the pain away.
But alas, none of it had really worked- as per usual- and you are left to just rot in a fetal position. To you, it felt as though the pain just got worse every month your cycle came, stabbing you with more intensity each passing day.
You hadn’t even noticed the time, which was odd considering the loud ticking reminder on your wall which reminded you of each minute. But you assumed the banquet must be over by now, as the lord founder was always quick with his speeches.
It couldn’t have been that long-
You hear the silent slide of the shoji door behind your shaking form.
Your shoulders instinctively stiffen up, arms tightening around your body as though you were protecting a child.
Silent footsteps begin to make their way towards your spot on the futon once the door is shut, before there is a small thump right behind you. You hold your breath, the silence loud as the mysterious stranger watches you ‘sleep.’
Before, of course, he speaks.
“Oh, you poor dear.”
The familiar voice of the Lord Founder rings behind you, and you quickly sit up to give your respects.
“Lord Douma!” You sit up quickly, despite the worsened pain that cursed you from such a movement.
You quickly bow down, despite your placement on the futon.
“Forgive me for not attending the banquet. I wasn’t-“
“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it! I already know.”
He what.
“What?” You flinch, looking around the room awkwardly as if you had no idea what he was talking about. The warmth on your face being a clear indicator you definetly knew. His chuckle vibrates through the air, somehow cutting the tension.
He always had that affect. So warm, welcoming.
“Don’t be so coy, it’s easy to tell, dear!” He brings a finger up, his smile widening. Somehow. “You’re menstruating.”
It was a statement. One so confident, there was no point in denying.
Almost instantly, you begin to shed gentle tears. His smile being too understanding, you just couldn’t hold back. He stares at you, smile never faltering.
“Poor girl, come here.” His arms open, welcoming you into a embrace. One which you happily accept. “Want to tell me what pains you? Besides the obvious.” His voice is airy as he attempts to lighten the mood.
“It’s just-“ You sniffle, nuzzling your face into his chest. “The pain is always so horrid. I can’t even stand up without shaking.” You wipe your eyes, the tears staining your cheeks as you do so. He nods, empathetically.
“I understand. I can’t imagine how terrible it must be!” He runs his fingers through your locks, letting you sob your pain into his hold. There is a comfortable silence, before he speaks up once more.
“Would you like me to help you, dear?”
Your eyes look up at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion
He was known for giving advice and the ‘word of god’, yes, but how would he be able to do so with such a natural cycle..?
“How.. How would you do so? If you permit me to ask,” You sit back, Douma resting his arms on his lap as he only chuckles at you, as if you asked a ridiculous question.
“Do you trust me?”
A simple question, one you answered without any hesitation.
“Of course, my lord.”
You swear you notice his rainbow eyes somehow darken as the room strangely gains a slight chill.
“Perfect.”
Without a word more, he gracefully pushes you down so that you’re on your back, it hitting the plush comforter below. You gasp, but don’t resist.
“M-My lord?” You look up at him with wide eyes, wanting to hide when he crawls above you, leaning down to sniff the area over your jugular vein.
A closeness you never would have expected from someone as beautiful as him.
“You smell…” He inhales, humming at the scent you emitted. “Heavenly.”
You hold in the threatening whimper that dares to escape your throat when his lips leave a trail of small kisses down your neck, enjoying the sensation.
“My-My lord, this isn’t decent.” You protest, your head turning to the side. He simply hushes you, your worry being a minuscule subject for him, it seemed.
“Shh, darling. I’m going to help you.” He gives a sympathetic hum as you flinch from another cramp. “Don’t you want that? For me to help you?” You let out a winded gasp when you feel your obi belt being slashed, his slender fingers already working to remove the lapels of your kimono.
“My lord!-“
“Shhh, shh. I’ll take good care of you.” His voice, which had been light and airy just a few moments ago, was now throaty, and deeper.
Before you can even think of covering up, his hands had already come up to pin your wrists above your head. You squirm, legs rubbing together as a pathetic way to deny the arousal between them.
He chuckles at this, before leaning down to kiss the valley between your breasts. To which you jump at. It wasn’t long before his hands had found them, squeezing them a bit tight as you whimper. He can’t help but let out a shakey laugh at you.
“So responsive, do they hurt?”
As if to coax an answer from you, he groped them tighter. You whine, nodding erratically.
“Yes! Yes.. they do!”
“That’s no good!” He frowns, leaning down to leave small kisses on each pair. You watching with shame as he does so. “I assure you, after this, you’ll feel so much better!”
You watch, with increasing breath as he travels down your body, hands rubbing at your hips as he comes face to face with the area of your chagrin.
He hums, rubbing your stomach in small circles as he kisses just above it.
“I’m assuming it hurts here the most, yes?”
You nod.
Regrettably so, as he only smiles as his hand begins to press your abdomen harshly, you yelling out in pain from the assault.
“Oh no, they must be terrible.” He lifts his hand, and you swear, between lidded and tearful eyes, you see the same dark glint in his own before he continues speaking. “Don’t fret, though. I’m here to make everything better.”
He says, parting your thighs with grace. You panic, initially trying to keep them shut as to not get the blood everywhere- but he just keeps them spread out with a happy-go-lucky expression on his face.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you! Silly girl,” He leans down between your thighs, kissing the insides of them as he does his best to soothe you. “Relax. This will feel so much better once you do so.”
While you struggle, Douma can’t help but moan at the delicious smell of blood coming from you. How long had it been since he enjoyed a woman in such a way? He couldn’t remember, nor did he care.
After managing to relax you with soothing kisses and bites to the insides of your soft thighs, Douma decides that it was time. He couldn’t wait any longer, your scent just begging him to have a taste.
Which he did, happily.
You get no warning before he dives in, tongue easily entering your slick slit, lips wrapping around your sensitive pulsing clit.
You squeak, fingers instinctively curling into his pale hair as he moans, the moans only intensifying the pleasure below.
You continue your little string of moans, before he lifts his head for just a second.
“You taste, hm,” He hums. “So delicious! Had I known you were this good, I would have done this ages ago.”
He dives back in, the slurping sounds making your face turn a shade of red.
He did not care if your futon got messy, such trivial worries. The sheets could easily be replaced in the blink of an eye, if he demanded so.
Which is why he didn’t hold back from eating you out.
“Lord- my lord Douma- this- ah! This feels-“ You are interrupted when his hand suddenly presses down on your abdomen once more, as if he was milking your womb of all the blood.
“Sho.. Chasty-“ He speaks as he devours you, not bothering to lift his lips as they suck on your clit harshly. You feel his tongue somehow delve deeper into your walls, to the point you were worried he would pass your cervix. But thankfully, he hadn’t.
Your legs shake as he brings them up to rest on his shoulders, his ministrations inside and outside of you never ceasing for what feels like hours.
His tongue greedily licks up the blood from inside of you, and you feel every. Last. Lick.
You whimper when he gives your clit a particularly harsh suck, his eyes focused on your own as you squirm and buck your hips into his face.
He would have such a sight painted, if he so wanted.
You hadn’t noticed it, but Douma was right. The cramps that had previously ailed you were completely gone, replaced by the extreme pleasure he was giving you.
Your mind was so hazed, in fact, you hadn’t even noticed just how close you had gotten to orgasm.
Until, it suddenly struck you- and you were moaning with your legs tightly squeezing around his head. He moans into your cunt, enjoying the taste of your blood mixed with your release. A taste he eagerly swallows.
After just a few more minutes of licking, and leaving kisses to your sensitive cunt, he sits up, licking his lips.
“Such a delicious treat. Thank you for feeding me, dear.” He bows his head as he begins to unbuckle the belt holding his beige hakama. “But I’m not done yet.”
All of a sudden, you feel his length pierce your walls, but due to the lubrication it doesn’t hurt as much as you expected.
You moan, as your walls flutter around him.
“Good girl, so tight and warm.” He lets out a long moan, his sharp teeth on display- drenched in your blood, as he slowly begins to thrust his hips into your own.
“Go ahead and sing for me, pretty girl.” He leans down, licking a stripe up your sweaty neck. “We have all night.”
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