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extra-v1rgin · 19 days

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Alrightttt bitches come get ur food

Alpha!Kokushibo & Omega!Reader

Tbh I don’t think this is omegaversy enough…. I must fix this in the future

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Fellow demons coming to you is… not rare, but not necessarily common. Heats and Ruts (and occasionally just a horny beta) seem to bring demons together. They sniff out the smallest hints in your scent that mark you as a demon, and fuck you senseless. Most demons can’t keep a human partner alive long enough to satisfy them. Cycles seem to triumph over a demons territorials needs. After the rut has ended they’re often quick to leave. Some weak fools are quick to fight but that just means you get a good meal, at least a bite or two. Then you can go back to seducing humans until someone else stumbles upon your shack.

Most demons that find you are at a similar strength level. You don’t know why things work out like that, perhaps something instinctual. It’s nice that you can protect yourself from unwanted visitors or teeth that get too curious. You fall into the routine of strangers easily.

When an upper moon shows up at your door you’re worried you might die. You’re too focused on the overwhelming taste of his power to read his pheromones properly.

Pulling your robe tighter around your body you scramble to bow before the man. You don’t speak, the demon is old. He’s old enough that he likely holds archaic ideas about how omega’s should behave.

His feet move into your narrow field of vision. “Look at me,” the upper moon commands. Slowly— and still kneeling —you raise your head.

Upper moon one is carved into his eyes, two of them at least (you focus on the middle set). You didn’t expect someone so highly ranked though it makes sense given the weight in his words.

“I need someone to assist me with an upcoming cycle.” You could already taste it in the air after having a moment to properly breathe. Deep underneath the rich and dark smell of strength is a hint of spice that makes your nose itch. Most demons visit you when they’re right on the precipice of falling into a rut, sometimes even a few days into it. They’re desperate, no time for pleasant conversation. The upper moon still has at least a day before he’ll be truly affected by the hormones.

You’re still scared to respond vocally so instead you simply nod. The thought of having to be on your best behavior for the next few days— while getting fucked out of your mind —was terrifying.

“You can relax. Do as you must.”

You take that as a cure to move freely, speak even. If he’s insane enough to kill you for this then you would’ve died soon enough anyways. You may be good at playing obedient but at heart you can only manage for so long. Most demons don’t mind having a partner who occasionally snaps back, but an upper moon likely has more options available. It makes you wonder why he chose to come to you in the first place.

The man is still standing and you rise up. You move slowly, watching for any signs of displeasure. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, alpha.”

“Kokushibo.”

“Hm?”

“My name, use it.”

“Of course Kokushibo-alpha.” You push sone seduction into your words. “Can I come closer?”

“Yes.” You try not to be put off by his flat tone and simple language.

Crossing your way over to him you take in more of his appearance. His eyes are a bit scary but the rest of his body is relatively normal. You suspect there’s nice muscles hidden under his thick robes but it’s too loose to tell for sure.

“You’re handsome,” you purr. The man stands stiffly. Even when you reach out a hand to run your fingers over his broad chest he doesn’t react.

“Let’s get started.” Kokushibo steps forward while brushing you to the side. He stands at the edge of the futon and begins to undress methodically. Even when you step into his view the demon does not glance your way.

With a huff you begin to undress. You don’t put any effort into stripping, simply ripping off your clothes. The air feels cold and soon after revealing your body you crawl into the futon.

Kokushibo takes a much longer time undressing. He wears more proper clothes than your thin robe, meaning there’s several layers to remove. You stare and admire his physique as it’s slowly revealed. The man’s body is much more pleasant than his attitude. Sparse hair covers his large chest, which leads down to toned abs.

There’s no shyness about nudity. The upper moon does not hesitate to remove his fundoshi. At this point his cock is still mostly flaccid but it’s sizable and pretty enough. His hair is neatly trimmed, something you’ve only seen one or two other men do. It’s a nice look.

You feel some excitement grow within you again. As he peels off the comforter you eagerly turn onto your stomach.

“Present,” He commands. Your ass pushes into the air as a pleased noise leaves your throat. A warm hand runs over your hips and around until fingers pry your thighs apart and reveal your cunt. It’s not soaking given Kokushibo’s less than sexy personality but the pheromones in the air have left you at least damp.

He wastes no time at this point. The man fishes out a bottle of oil and pumps his cock to full hardness. There’s no announcement before he slips a finger into your cunt, testing how eager you are to receive. You squeal at the cold digit entering you. It’s not a sound of pleasure.

“Don’t you know how to treat an omega?” Your position wavers slightly, though you don’t dare break it. On some level you know this demon could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“Is this not pleasurable?” There’s maybe a hint of surprise in his voice but mostly it’s flat.

You grumble and put your face back into the pillows. “It’s fine.” You can survive a mediocre fuck. Once his knot is popping inside of your cunt it’ll feel good no matter what. Bearing through foreplay is just a necessary step.

Kokushibo’s finger still sits inside of you. Slowly he pushes his finger in deeper before pulling it out. “Is that better?”

“I said it’s fine.” You try to keep your tone light. “My job is to make you feel good alpha.” Dipping back into seductive stance you arch your back more to stick your ass in the air.

The upper moon stills for a moment. You hold your breath, ready to get slapped or killed maybe. Kokushibo’s movements are unclear behind you. It actually doesn’t seem like he’s moving at all which only confuses you more.

“You are to answer my questions truthfully.” With the confusing statement you dare to glance back at him. He’s wiped his fingers clean.

“Sit,” he commands when he notices your eyes looking towards him. You slowly move to a stiff seiza. It feels odd with the cool air still blowing around your naked form. You’re forced to stare at your sloping breasts as you keep your eyes turned downwards. “You understand what I’m asking for?”

“Yes alpha.”

“Did it not feel good, when I put my finger in?”

You resist the urge to answer with ‘it’s fine’ again. You also resist the urge to laugh. For all your partners you’ve never been interrogated about sex before. “It was cold.” The answer is simple. His claws were a little scary too but when you’re dealing with demons you get used to them.

He nods with a surprisingly thoughtful look. “You were not… wet before either.” Kokushibo is hesitant to use such vulgar language. The fact that he does anyways helps you relax a little. You suppose even centuries old demons can have an interest in good sex.

“Ah well, that’s because there wasn’t any foreplay.” You don’t have the same hesitation when it comes to sex. This is most of your life after all.

Kokushibo nodded again. He was quiet for a moment afterwards. You weren’t sure what he could be thinking about.

“I shall follow your instructions then, for now.”

You’re… shocked isn’t quite the right word. Maybe you’re aroused by his agreeable nature.

“Can I kiss you Kokushibo-alpha?”

He blinks with all three sets of eyes. “If that will make this more pleasurable.” You take it as a yes.

You’re still aware of his hard cock sitting between his legs and chose to straddle one of his thighs.

You sit closer to his face now. His eyes are all focused on your face, making you nervous. You notice the thin webs scattered across his irises.

Either the upper moon doesn’t mind your staring or is very patient. As he blinks again, this time with the bottom set alone, you’re stirred out of your trance. Your face warms with slight embarrassment at standing still for so long.

You move one hand to rest on his shoulder. Slowly you move forward to press your lips against his.

The first kiss is chaste and hesitant. You’re cautious of the eyes right next to his mouth but they shut when you come close. His long lashes tickle your cheeks.

As you get used to the shape of his face you move with more confidence. Kokushibo does kiss you back though it feels like a mechanical movement rather than something driven by attraction.

“Can you touch me?” You move to guide his hand towards your bare chest but the man quickly jerks away.

“You are making requests, not demands,” He’s harsh in reminding you. You duck your head, silent for a moment, maybe a little embarrassed too.

Eventually Kokushibo moves on his own accord, grabbing your breast. His hand is big enough to envelope the fat easily. Caught off guard you let out a surprised moan. The man’s hand is calloused, unusual for a demon.

He seems pleased by your reaction, repeating the motion. His other hand moves to grab your chin, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look back up at him.

Feeling far more aroused now wetness builds in your cunt. Kokushibo continues to manipulate your chest, grabbing it roughly and pinching your nipples. The whole time he watches you with an even look. It’s still a little disturbing but exciting too. He remains solid as stone even while you buck and moan on his lap. You’ve never met an alpha with even an ounce of the self control Kokushibo displays.

“A-alpha, can you touch my cunt please?” You lean back the smallest amount, hoping it’s enough to display how slick you’ve gotten.

“Why am I doing all the work?” He doesn’t let go of your chest but his grip loosens. “Show me your skills.”

Your hands wander to his cock, feeling the weight of it. He’s well endowed even among other alphas. You slide your palm down to the base of his cock. His knot will be big. Your pussy drools a little more at the thought of it expanding inside of you.

Kokushibo hums in approval. You move back upwards to run your palm against his slit. His hand moves away from your breast so he can lean backwards. You’re sad at the loss of pleasure but you’re not about to voice any complaints.

When you slip off of his lap upper moon one gives you a strange look but does not stop you at all. Since he only kneels you must lie down to rest your head on his lap. At first you continue with your hands alone. His cock looks even more threatening up close, covered in veins with wild brown hair at the base.

Slowly you begin to put your mouth to use. One hand guides Kokushibo’s grip into your hair. He does not reprimand you this time, hopefully pleased by your motions. First you start with sloppy kisses and licks down his shaft. After you’re quick to take the head into your mouth and drool over it.

The demon continues to offer little reaction which only fuels you to attempt to swallow more of his length. Halfway down you get another soft hum and at the base you’re rewarded with a satisfied groan.

Though Kokushibo grips your hair he doesn’t attempt to guide you. You’re not used to setting your own pace but it’s a nice change. Your throat is still impacted but with a slower pace you can slide down to engulf him easier. When you reach the base your tongue slides out to taste the loose skin of his knot. You wonder if he’d like to cum like this or if you can convince the man to knot your cunt right now.

You try to slide off all the way to present yourself again but the grip on your hear tightens when you try to lift your head. You must look up at Kokushibo through wet lashes. His expression is mostly the same neutral mask but there’s maybe a twitch his lips.

With only a slight pause you sink back down onto his cock. His grip on your hair loosens once more to let you move on your own. It seems he’s satisfied as long as you keep your lips on his cock. Even when you slow Kokushibo’s hand remains flat against your head and follows your movements. You keep your pace quick anyways. At this point your cunt is soaking and needy.

When you press yourself all the way to the base of his dick and hold yourself there the length twitches in your throat. You repeat the motion several times to similar results.

It’s hard to hear anything over the wet sounds of your mouth but if you listen carefully Kokushibo’s breathing has picked up. Sometimes it stutters and stops until you pull back again.

Taking the noises as an encouragement you speed up slightly. Hopefully after the man has cum once you can get something in return.

The upper moon’s knot swells slightly without warning. It’s not a proper knot but your mouth still stretches wide to fit it. It only takes another moment until his seed is spilling down your throat.

Kokushibo growls and bends over you. Both his hands find a place in your hair. His hips thrust like it’s possible to be any deeper inside of you.

When he’s finished his body relaxes once more. Your throat stings as you pull back slowly. Once your mouth is free you drop your head into his lap. His hand moves through your hair, unintentionally perhaps, and it brings a soft noise out of your sore throat.

Kokushibo doesn’t seem in a hurry to fuck you. Will your head lies in his lap the demon sits still. The quiet is enough to bring you close to sleep. When Kokushibo notices your eyes half-closed he nudges your cheek with his knuckles.

You blink a few times, leaning back to sit up. Your throat feels fine now but you keep quiet.

“Present… again.”

You’re a little slower to turn around this time. When it comes to form you put all your energy there.

The lube still lingering on Kokushibo’s fingers is tacky and thin but your cunt is wet enough that the digit easily sinks into you. His hands move slower this time. The demon plunges his single finger in and out a few times to test your walls. It’s still not much stimulation but you’re eager now to receive his touches.

When a second finger enters he doesn’t immediately spear you open like before. His wrist rotates and digits curl until you’re panting and thrusting your ass higher.

Three fingers add up to a rather nice thickness. You could easily take more but the slow pace lets you fully absorb the pleasure given. When Kokushibo stretches his fingers out to pry your walls open a loud mewl falls through your lips.

The man pulls back for a brief moment. Slick drips from your cunt and smears over your thighs. A large hand envelopes your ass and pulls it to the side to further expose your pussy. You expect him to start spreading you open with his cock but there’s too long of a pause.

Breathing slowly you resist the urge to turn around. In your mind you begin to count to ten.

At six a wet kiss is pushed into your cunt. Your eyes blow wide open as you squeal with surprise. His free hand grips onto your waist. Holding you in place Kokushibo continues to manipulate your cunt with his tongue. What starts out as messing with the inner corners of your labia quickly turns into a wet muscle finding its way inside of you. Though Kokushibo moves quickly he is not chaotic. He knows you’re excited enough to easily accept the intrusion. After his fingers a tongue is almost too small.

It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner give you pleasure without receiving something in turn. Though you do have a feeling Kokushibo is receiving his own kind of fun from this. You can easily guess that he is not the kind of person to do things for no reason. Other than that your brain is too busy being lit up with pleasure to consider the matter further.

“Alpha, K-kokushib-uh Alpha.” You try to move back on his face but you’re held firmly in place. His tongue plunges into your pussy and drinks up your slick. The appendage might not be thick but it’s unusually long (maybe even stretching as it explores) and reaches deep inside of you. The thin tip sweeps around your core until it brushes against your g-spot. You’re letting out a soft string of moans with each stroke of your walls.

It doesn’t take long until you’re hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Kokushibo is not messy or wild but the methodical nature of his tongue is much better. His one purpose is to make you cum and he will accomplish the task. The alternative of a typical partner— who wouldn’t even touch your cunt in the first place —would be desperate grinding until they spill into your pussy. In some cases they can’t make it that far. Most are sad excuses for demons and even sadder excuses for alpha’s. Kokushibo is quite literally a prime example of both.

You attempt to grind back onto his face again (This time slightly mote successfully) with a desperate noise. “Can-nuh cum alpha… please?” If he says no you might cry.

When he doesn’t answer at all you are trapped in purgatory. If you knew the man better, knew the punishment he’d dole out, you might take the chance to cum anyways. Kokushibo has certainly been a nice partner thus far but you wouldn’t like to test him. If anything you’d hope to keep his mood constant.

You nearly bite off your tongue in a desperate attempt not to cum. It’s much harder to even open your mouth now so your begging turns into unintelligible whimpers. Other than managing a few cut off cries for “alpha” and “Kokushibo” (both of which devolve into more moans) you can’t string together real sentences.

As your mouth is filled with more blood and you might pass out from holding yourself back too hard the upper moon pulls back for a brief moment. “You may cum when you’d like.” He gives permission like he’s talking about the weather.

You can’t even properly treasure your orgasm as it rips through your body. Kokushibo moves slightly faster to draw out you release. You lie limp on the futon, only twitching as your walls are continuously stroked.

When he pulls back and your hips are released you can’t keep yourself presented. You falls down into the soft cushion and make a few weak noises. “Thank you Kokushibo-alpha.” Your words are muffled through squished cheeks and drool.

The upper moon seems unsure of how to proceed. He doesn’t touch you for too long and when you glance back Kokushibo is simply sitting back in seiza.

“S-sorry I can…” Your bones crack as you push yourself back onto your hands and knees. As you move the feeling of cold slick smeared over your thighs makes you shiver.

His hand moves over your back and guides your ass even higher. A quick swipe of the futon between your legs wipes away excess wetness. You shudder at the uncomfortable feeling of slime dragging through your legs.

Afterwards though Kokushibo angles his hips behind your own and his cock brushes over your inner thigh. The warmth is a welcome change and true excitement warms your stomach.

When Kokushibo finally coaxes his cock into you the fit is impossibly tight. You wonder if the earlier cunnilingus was simply to get you squeezing down as tightly as possible. Giving up on doing any work you lie there limply while he slowly fucks in and out. The man doesn’t seem to mind that he’s doing virtually all the work. You suppose he might even enjoy it as a show of strength. To encourage him you exaggerate some of your moans. He slowly speeds up as you whine and grip at the sheets.

“It’s better this time,” he comments casually. You can’t think of an intelligent response, just humming in agreement.

His cock is a large thing. Even beyond his knot there unnatural bulbous bumps on the side that drag along your cunt. You wonder if a demon with so much power could intentionally make his anatomy more attractive to the other sex. Intentional or not it certainly does make you more excited. The head is large and kisses your cervix on particularly deep thrusts. It’s one of the nicer cocks you’ve had. Really Kokushibo has a lot of beauty compared to a typical demon’s features. You can’t see his body much as he slams into you from behind but when the opportunity presents itself you’ll certainly take it.

“O-oh Alpha.” The upper moon’s knot bulges and expands even further. You’re not close enough to cum on his knot but feeling of him stretching you out is still wonderful. With Kokushibo fucking you with less coordination you decide to finally put in some work. It’s hard to time your backward movements with heavy slaps against your ass but with experience you manage to meet some of his thrusts.

Kokushibo groans loudly now as he sinks into you. In hopes to move even deeper some of his weight is laid over your back. His breath echoes against your ear and tickles your neck. Long strands of auburn hair mix with your own.

There’s little warning before Kokushibo’s hips stall as his seed dumps into you. His knot isn’t fully expanded, much to your disappointment, but that doesn’t affect the force of his orgasm. If you were still human you’d surely be pregnant from the copious amount of seed pouring into your cunt. Some of it slips out and cools against your legs. The feeling makes you whine, long and high. It draws the man’s attention to his escaping seed. With a low growl he pushes the semen back inside your walls. The addition of a thick finger besides his half inflated knot shocks more arousal out of you.

The knot is just small enough that Kokushibo could pull away from you if he really tried but he stays stuck against your back. After a few quiet moments of breathing the man scoops you up and lies you on your side. Even without a full knot he intends on treating you with some amount of grace. You manage a soft purr which seems to please Kokushibo well enough.

Without another orgasm of your own or a proper knot having a warm body against your back is frustratingly arousing. Some sensation against your inner walls and the occasional twitch of his dick drags out your pleasure just enough to keep it active. When you try to roll your hips Kokushibo growls again. His teeth barely scrape against the back of neck. It’s meant to be a warning but the action only sends another hot wave through your stomach. You breathe slowly to keep your hips still.

He keeps hands dug into your waist even when you sit still for a few minutes. You’re not sure if he intends to rest or simply wants to assert more dominance. It’s hard to relax between stray sparks of arousal burning in your stomach. Whenever you’re calm enough to relax Kokushibo twitches (or his cock does) and you’re shocked back awake. Trying to whine or voice your discomfort only results in getting hushed once more.

—-

At some point you must’ve managed to fall asleep because you’re jerking awake as Kokushibo finally pulls away from you. The smell of his rut is stronger now, it’s been a few hours since your initial coupling at least. Lingering sleep drowns any arousal you might have felt from his hard cock dragging through your walls. “Are we goin’ again?” Your mumbling doesn’t help to urge your brain any more awake.

“Don’t move.” It’s not an answer but you listen anyways. Falling back into the futon you happily let your eyes slip shut once more. Faintly you’re aware of how Kokushibo moves behind you but you’re unbothered by it.

After a few seconds stretch out with no noise you manage to slide your eyes open once more. With a small glance behind yourself you see Kokushibo pulling out a new set of sheets. You sit up properly and peel the old dirty sheets off yourself. “I can help.”

The demon fixes you with a look that pins you back in place. “It’s fine.” The words are plain but you feel sheepish anyways. You feel guilt watching the man dig through your closer but following the orders you tuck yourself back into the warm (albiet a little bit gross) blankets.

It’s easy to fall limp in the comforting futon. Your guilt is easily erased by sleep pulling at your mind.

Kokushibo lifts you and you’re happy to curl up in his arms. He only carries you for a brief moment buy you’re struck by how gentle his hold is. After being deposited onto the new sheets you listen to the man get rid of the old sheets. The new ones are much cleaner and soft. There’s no crusty or wet spots you have to avoid.

“Won’t the sheets just get ruined again?”

“It’s fine.” You give a noncommittal hum to his noncommittal answer. You’re not sure if he has some other plan or just wanted fresh sheets to lie in before his rut started but either way the change is nice.

Faintly you hear your door click open and snap shut. For a moment you worry Kokushibo might’ve wanted a quick fuck before finding a true rut partner. When you sit up and look around the sight of the man’s robe calms you.

It turns out that there was no need to worry after all as Kokushibo is gone for less than an hour. He comes back with a stout woman in his arms, one of her legs already gone.

You watch him bundle her body into the filthy sheets to soak up some of her leaking blood. The man eats as elegantly as he does everything else. Long fingers tear the skin from muscle and bring it to his mouth without smearing any blood on his face. You don’t dare to take anything without permission but the smell of meat makes your mouth fill with saliva.

When Kokushibo leaves a hand on the filthy futon within your reach you still don’t move. Upper moons may be more capable of conversation but you’re still not eager to get between a demon and its food.

“Eat.” With his allowance you try your best to finish off the hand as elegantly as Kokushibo does. Already blood and flesh moves to hide under your fingernails. You keep your eyes averted as you suck on your fingers to pull out each bit of meat. If Kokushibo judges, or even sees you, he does not voice any disgust.

The hand is not particularly large but it is satisfying enough for the moment. You even crush the bones between your molars and grind fingernails into dust. There’s some blood smudged on the corners of your lips that you try to lap up as smoothly as possible. You shoot another cursory glance to Kokushibo to see that he has devoured half a leg. Still there are no stains or blemishes on his smooth skin.

“Do you have a bath?”

You perk up once more. “Yes! Would you like me to prepare you one?”

“Take one.” Whether the phrase is intended to be insulting or not your cheeks burn. Without a look towards him you nod and shuffle off towards the bathroom.

The water pump that guides clean water towards your bath is cold but you have no urge to heat it. You clean yourself quickly and methodically. It seems whatever tenderness you had brought out during sex was gone now. You can only hope that when he fucks you again the attentive nature will come back.

With a quick run of fingers through your hair you step back out into the room. It’s only been a handful of minutes but Kokushibo has sliced the women’s body up into fragments and wrapped them up into pieces of fabric. You’re still slightly soaking but when eyes dart over towards your wet form there’s no displeasure in them.

“What would you like me to do now?”

“I’m tired.” Kokushibo sounds like his age, an ornery old man. You supposed that there’s a chance he didn’t sleep while you were but to hear him express any weariness. “You can do what you’d like but stay clean, and don’t touch the food.” His large form passes beside you and falls into the new futon you have set out. You hope he doesn’t intend on changing the sheets anytime you fuck. There’s only one more set in the closet.

Whether Kokushibo actually intends on sleeping or not you move back towards the bathroom. If you knew he didn’t intend to fuck you right now you’ve would’ve enjoyed some warmth, which is what you intend to do.

—-

You’ve fallen asleep on a scrap of the futon. Leaning into Kokushibo’s side seemed like an odd, perhaps slightly scary, choice. With a large soft robe you didn’t mind the lack of coverage from the actual blanket.

It’s not clear how many hours have passed, your thick walls with no windows aren’t very good for telling time. When Kokushibo wakes you he nudges you with a bit of feverish urge. His scent in the air is much more overbearing now. Each breath of air encapsulates heavy spice.

Already the demon’s tongue glides over your bare skin. Half your robe has been slid off your body to expose your breasts. Hands wrap around your form to bring you closer to him.

Your tired brain struggles to catch up to his actions but the gentle touches are welcome. Another hand pushes down the rest of your robe and leaves you nude again. Kokushibo is naked too, which you realize after his cock slaps against your thigh.

With his rut in full swing he doesn’t waste time with talk. Teeth nip the side of your neck, right over your scent gland, but don’t quite break skin. It’s enough to make you shudder still and jerk your hips backwards.

His thick dick slides over your ass and the stimulation pushes a rough growl from his throat. With strong hands he pulls you into the center of the futon and lifts your ass high.

Though there was a distinct lack of foreplay when a finger probes your insides this time you’re soaked. With only a minute or two of his scent filling your nose it’s awoken your own needs.

Kokushibo mounts you quickly enough. With a few quick thrusts he plants his whole cock inside of you. “Mgh- Alpha!” You were plenty wet but the insertion of his cock stretches you wide.

This fucking is much quicker, both of you cumming in quick succession. Again his knot doesn’t quite fill out completely which leaves you moaning with frustration. The skin that does fill you up should be satisfying enough but knowing there’s more that is left for you makes your cunt ache.

There are no words exchanged. Kokushibo does not eat or order you to bathe again. The demon simply drags your hips with his own movements and lies back down.

—-

Eventually even Kokushibo gets lost in the daze of his rut. At that point you’re equally drunk on the pheromones, too dizzy to process what’s going on either. You wake up, fuck, chew on the bones to try and get more substance from them, and fall back asleep. The man looses most of his finesse a few days in, but any type of stimulation ignites arousal in your body. Even when he’s not fucking you, hands over your hips or stomach burn with his touch.

When you’re finally knotted properly you nearly scream. The feeling of his thick knot filling you up fully is like pure heaven. It beats out every other partner than has even seen your cunt. A full fist couldn’t compare to the girth of Kokushibo’s stable knot.

The upper moon insists on having you present properly. A position in which his cock buries deep inside you. The only exception is lazy fucking while you lie on your side. When you’re barely awake or almost asleep the alpha is almost sensitive to your needs. Though he tries the fucking usually ends up with your face buried into a pillow, sometimes nearly choking on it.

The dirty futon thankfully does not seem to bother the man in this state. At least not so much that you’re forced to migrate. Instead he just growls and huffs if he sits on a particularly sticky area. Each time he does so you have to hold back a snort of laughter.

As you eat coagulated blood also drips onto the blanket. The woman’s body is not as good when it isn’t fresh but it gives you more energy. With a typical mating partner you are used to not getting to meal at all.

Afterwards when there is blood smeared all over both your faces you are happy enough to suck it off his skin. Kokushibou doesn’t moan often but if you lick up his adams apple he groans deeply and digs his fingers into your scalp.

The kissing is what you enjoy most. While the upper moon isn’t very romantic he kisses back when you initiate, which you do often. Whether you’re fucking or not the taste of his skin twists your stomach. You make sure to kiss him whenever you can get away with it.

After each fuck Kokushibo keeps you within his arms. It might be for simple convenience or instincts pushing him to protect an omega but you enjoy the manhandling. On occasion you might even crawl away a foot or two to feel his hands wrap around your ankles. He growls afterwards and drags his teeth over your bare skin. The pin pricks heal in less than a second but the feeling lingers long after. He doesn’t seem to realize you’re unthreatened by the nips, at least not when they barely tickle your back.

—-

The heat ends much quicker than it began. There is no last drawn out slow fuck. One morning you wake up to find a much fainter scent. Kokushibo is not in the futon. Instead he rests against the wall, finishing off the last bits of meat the woman has to offer.

You move to cover your body. You find your thin robe thrown into one of the corners. The upper moon has once again donned his full suit.

For a while he sits in the corner quietly. You watch him with questioning eyes but the man offers no answer. You don’t move around much. Demons aren’t supposed to have any lasting pain or injuries but when the week ends your hips are sore and you can barely move. Turning or trying to stand makes you groan or whimper. Other than gathering some of the dirty laundry (though not the remaining futon, as filthy as it is) you choose to remain curled up in comfort. An hour or so passes that way. Kokushibo could pass as a statue.

When the upper moon finally stands you groan and push yourself upwards once more. Your stance is horribly unstable, knees bent inwards and ankles shaking. Kokushibo is not entirely sympathetic but he offers a supporting hand when he passes you.

You move towards the bathroom, expecting him to follow, but his hand slips out of yours.

“I will be back next year.” Kokushibo hardly spares you a second glance before a biwa strums and you are left alone in the room.

You’re stunned at the silence but the promise of next year makes your cunt throb.

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