FULL STORY SUMMARY

Rated E for explicit. Reader discretion advised.

The Progenitor of Demons, Kibutsuji Muzan and his mate, Kibutsuji Mujōna aim to achieve world domination and annihilate the Demon Slayers. The remaining Hashira along with Kamado Tanjirou, Agatsuma Zenitsu, and Hashibira Inosuke band together to defeat The Demon King and Queen.

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MEDIA DICTIONARY

* Thoughts

* "Dialogue."

* 'Telepathic dialogue.'

* '"Hearing someone's thoughts.'"

* "Past conversation."

* {Sound}

* [Movement]

MUJŌNA

Mujōna, Nodoka, and Kokushibou returned to the demon realm. "Thank you two for accompanying me," Mujōna said.

The two demons gave a silent bow.

"Now, I'd like to be alone. Nodoka, you can do whatever you want. I'll contact you when I need you."

As Mujōna walked away, she felt her body aching.

A bath should be drawn for me.

Suddenly, an intense hunger washed over her like waves. Her sore nipples hardened and her slit eyes became even narrower. Hyperventilating, she leaned on a nearby pillar.

Oh my God, what's happening to me ?

While she felt sharp pain in her swollen feet, a coil within her bowels began to stir. Her body began to feel ultra-stimulated; her heart beat accelerated and she felt herself getting wet.

Being pregnant had altered many aspects of her, especially her libido.

Mujōna's mind was clouded by a veracious lust.

I need him.

Then she tracked Muzan and saw that he was located in their bedroom.

Perfect.

Mujōna teleported to their bedroom chambers with haste.

As she entered, her breath caught in her throat. Seeing the handsome Demon Lord laying on their bed aroused her deeply.

Her sore nipples ached to be sucked and bitten by him. Breathlessly, Mujōna said, "Muzan…"

"How did it go?" Muzan asked. He turned towards her fully; the man looked utterly irresistible.

Mujōna knew that Muzan was the most handsome man she had ever seen, but how he looked at this moment was indescribable.

How his curly, jet-black locks framed his pale, handsome face, his intense, crimson gaze, him as whole. Oh, how she wanted to eat him alive.

With the strength a pregnant woman shouldn't be capable of, she pounced on him. Mujōna massaged his crotch through his trousers with a hungry, animalistic look in her scarlet eyes.

"Mujōna, what's gotten into you?"

Mujōna plunged her fangs in his neck, leaving bloody puncture wounds. Then she lapped his blood like a starved kitten. With a sharp, white claw, she ripped his waistcoat open, exposing his milky, white muscles.

"Stop."

Smirking, she playfully growled as she went to unbuckle his pants. Then Muzan gently, but firmly, grabbed her hands.

"We aren't doing this right now," he said.

"Aw, but why? Please, I need you inside of me!" she mewled. Mujōna moved to touch him again, but he stopped her.

"Mujōna, we aren't going to engage in intercourse. I refuse to hinder the development of our child. You will wait, now compose yourself," he boomed.

Mujōna let out an angry hissed, then rolled off the bed. She crawled to a golden ottoman and laid on it, whining. "I don't like it when you're angry with me!"

"Maybe you should've thought about that before you ruined my outfit," he snarled. Muzan took of what remained of his shirt and waistcoat, then angrily grabbed a book and began reading it.

The atmosphere grew unbelievably tense.

Seething, the couple laid in silence for a while until Mujōna spoke.

"You're not being fair, Muzan."

Muzan ignored her and continue skimming through the pages of a book he didn't care about.

"Oh, so you're ignoring me? How immature."

He buried his face in the book.

"It was just a suit! You have over a million different outfits, so why are you being so uptight?"

Clearing his throat, he buried his face in the book even further.

"Am I the pregnant one, or are you?" she hissed.

Silence.

"Muzan!" she screamed as she pounced on him again. Mujōna's threw his book against the wall and crashed her lips upon his.

The couple kissed deeply, their tongues mingling. The Demon Lord held her body and gently laid her on her back.

"I can't take you how I'd like to, but I can compromise," Muzan with a smug grin.

Moaning, Mujōna's eyes rolled to the back of her head as he descended between her legs and went to work.

TANJIROU

Tanjirou shakily returned to the Butterfly Estate. There, he found the others and Obanai sitting with his head down in a corner, facing the wall.

"Tanjirou, we heard what happened!" Zenitsu exclaimed.

"We prevented Obanai from leaving and we'll do the same to you if need be," Giyu said. "We need to stay together."

Shinobu and Kanae embraced Tanjirou. "We'll get her back, Tanjirou," Shinobu said.

Tanjirou's eye twitched as he remembered his encounter with Mujōna. Her voice resonated within the depths of his mind, making him want to scream.

"Tanjirou, the clock is ticking. If you ever want to see your friends again, you'll surrender. I'll give you three days."

My friends…

"Tanjirou, did something happen?" Muichiro asked. "You've been really quiet."

Gathering enough courage, Tanjirou took a deep breath and confessed. "I met the Queen," he said softly.

"Huh?" Inosuke asked as he and the others approached him.

"...I encountered The Queen of Demons in the forest. Her name is Mujōna and… she can walk in the sun."

The slayers let out loud, audible gasps of terror. Even Obanai got out of his taciturn state and joined the group to listen.

"Tanjirou, are you sure? You saw a demon in the sun?" Gyomei asked.

"I did. And what's even worse is that she's… she's pregnant," Tanjirou strained to say. "I couldn't lay a finger on her and she used that against me."

The atmosphere was silent and unbelievably tense as they tried to comprehend what their fellow slayer had just said.

Suddenly, Inosuke erupted in laughter.

"Hah, good one, Gonpachiro! A demon walking under the sun and pregnant! Woo, you almost got me!" Inosuke fell to the ground laughing, holding his stomach.

"Inosuke, Tanjirou is serious," Tengen said in a voice that was drastically different from his usual buoyant attitude.

Inosuke's laughter died down upon the realization.

This was serious.

"She said that we won't ever see them again… unless I become a demon. I have three days to make up my mind," Tanjirou said.

The slayers were speechless and didn't know how to respond. For the first time ever, the Demon Slayers felt that all hope was lost.

MITSURI

Mitsuri awakened on the cold, hard floor of a dungeon, shrouded in darkness. She groggily sat up and tried to analyze her surroundings.

I—I can't see anything… where am I?

Mitsuri attempted to move, but found that her leg was chained to a wall. She tried to break free, but to no avail.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out. As expected, no one answered. Mitsuri sighed in frustration and tried to calm herself.

Okay. Just calm down, Mitsuri. You can handle this; you've been through worse. Your friends and Obanai will come rescue you. You just have to be patient.

A wave of fatigue soon washed over her, so Mitsuri relaxed and closed her eyes.

Hours later, Mitsuri awakened to her stomach growling angrily at her.

...How long has it been?

"Hello, is anyone out there?" she called out again. Frustrated that no one answered, she began to panic.

Mitsuri started hyperventilating and banging her fists against the wall. "Help me! Help me, someone! Please!"

The pink-haired slayer continued screaming for several minutes until she heard footsteps. The mere sound of another being made her heart skip a beat.

The small window on the cell door opened and a pair of feminine, demonic lime green eyes stared back at her. The kanji for the number 'six' were in both of her eyes.

"Keep quiet, will you?" the female demon said.

Mitsuri moved closer to the door and faced the demon's eyes. "Please, just let me go. I'm not valuable at all and I—"

"I said, shut up! God, you slayers are annoying!" the demon whined. She kicked the door hard, which frightened Mitsuri. "Shut it, before I eat you for lunch!"

Mitsuri cowered in the corner and tried not to cry.

Then a bowl of something that looked inedible was slid under the door. "Ugh, just hurry up and eat this. I don't have all day."

Mitsuri grabbed the bowl and began eating the 'food.' Its taste was repulsive, but something told her that this might be the only thing she'd eat for a while.

"Now, slide it back to me."

Mitsuri shakily did as she was told. Then she heard the demon leaving. "Wait! Could you please tell me why I'm here?" she pleaded.

Sighing, the demon said, "Because she said so, that's why!"

"Who is she?"

"The Queen, you dumbfuck! Whatever she says goes, so shut it!"

Mitsuri cowered away from her angry, demonic eyes and sat in a corner.

After a few moments, the demon spoke again. "Just so you know, you won't be in here long," she said. "You'll only stay here for three days. But if you live or die is up to your friend."

Mitsuri's heart dropped.

Is she talking about Obanai?

"Please, don't hurt him!" Mitsuri yelled.

Angered by her constant whining, the demon kicked the cell door again. Mitsuri winced at the sudden sound and vibration.

"We aren't hurting anyone, but we might just hurt you instead! Now go to sleep or something!"

The female demon turned to leave, but Mitsuri stopped her again; the slayer wanted answers.

"Wait! Before you go, please tell me who you are and where I am."

The demon went up close to the window, petrifying Mitsuri with her cold stare.

As she laughed maniacally, she said,"I'm Daki, Upper Moon Six, and you're currently in Hell."