Warning for blood and stuff. Reader is a man eating demon that uses seduction to lure in prey.

Human men are so weak. Most desire the same thing. Sex and fame. How lucky for them you can offer both.

You've been doing this for years. Luring men into your home and feeding off of them. You had found the special formula for the most efficient way to catch your prey. You are a demon after all. You feed off of human flesh. So you declare a challenge that has become legend in this land.

If any man can satisfy you, they can take your head. They fell for it like flies to honey. Young men were especially susceptible to your trap. They were a mix of horny and hungry for the title as a demon slayer. They are foolish. Their youthful blood and meat have preserved your beauty for years. If they came in looking for a fight, you can cut them down swiftly. Either way they lose. There is no man in this world that can satisfy you. No man can beat you.

You lay in your bed, sighing deeply. Your hand lightly strokes along your belly with a boredom. In a way it's a shame that no man can make you cum. It's been so long since you've had that relief. You are a fearsome demon but you are still a woman with needs. It's why you issued the challenge to begin with. That element of danger excited you. Alas it seems no man has the skill to rock your world.

A growl of hunger rolls through your tummy. It's been a while since prey wandered into your lair looking to get laid. You sigh again as you roll over. Your kimono is hardly on you. It's fallen off your shoulders and is only being held on by your arms through the sleeves. Any man will do. Their sweet delicious flesh is all you want. To sink your teeth into something juicy and imagining the taste floods your mouth with saliva.

A knock on the door roused you from your thoughts. The smell of human fills your nose. Perhaps some greater demonic being had heard your frustrations. You get to your feet and walk to the door. The mansion you had nicely relieved the last tenants of is quite large despite the age. It's a lonely piece of property that's a distance away from any human settlement. The town it was once apart of is mostly abandoned. They were afraid when you moved in. It limited your feed pool, but a new fool is born everyday. Case and point, there's one at your door.

You slide it open. You are met with an older man. Handsome. Tall. In a simple green kosode and hakama that is layered under a red haori that lacked sleeves. It spoke quite plainly that he comes from humble beginnings. It's his face that has a few unique features. Like red markings down his cheeks and long white hair that is hardly contained by the ponytail at the nape of his neck. He looks strong. He's like most men who try to challenge you. Fit and healthy but he's got an additional feature that is most alluring.

He stinks. It's the unmistakable smell of demon blood. Even with his simple clothing being clean of any of it, it still smells. Accompanied with his katana tied to his hip it painted a clear picture. He's a hunter of your kind. Oddly enough he doesn't seem to be apart of any creed. Is he all on his own? Unusual for hunters. They almost always apart of an organization. He's looking down at you with a still calmness, his hand braced at the opening of the scabbard with his thumb pressing on the guard of his sword. He's prepared to strike. He's being careful. His eyes are watching you with acute caution but they aren't exactly hostile. Interesting.

"Hello, hunter." You greet sweetly. You brace your hand on the frame and place your other hand on your hip, posing in a way that showed off your figure. "Have you come to challenge me?"

"To battle and nothing else."

"Aw that's no fun. You look the type to take up my other challenge." You remain cheery. Men like him don't phase you. "I haven't had an older man in a while. Maybe your extra experience could actually make me feel something."

"Older? Aren't you over a thousand years old?"

"It's rude to ask a lady her age, hunter."

"You aren't much of a lady."

You scoff. At least he's engaging to talk to. He's bold. It's a breath of fresh air from the normality. That's more than most of the boys who come to you. This man is proving to be fun. Usually boys are shaky and desperate to prove that they can fuck you rotten. Most are half hard already upon knocking on your door. Some hardly last over a few thrusts. It's a little sad actually.

But not this man. He's remaining collected. He's cool and poised. He's not fooled by your friendliness. It's a good sign that he's standing up to you. A man like him are harder to break. They last longer.

Not that it's all that surprising that he is remaining level headed. He does hunt your kin for a living. He must have faced scary foes than you. Even if you don't look dangerous you most certainly are. Your 'human' like form is mostly a ruse. It's a farce of what you truly are. It does the job in seducing men. Your horns and claws are reduced to much shorter imitations as to not scare away prey. These added features tend to entice men more than scare them away. It's something about that element of danger that turns them on.

At one point in your early life you did scare them off and hunted the traditional way, but that's boring. Chasing around humans that you are better than in every way is a snooze. You outrun, outmatch any human. They stood no chance. Seducing men to rid this world of such idiocy is much more fun. Honestly the gods should thank you for ridding the planet of fools.

Even if this man is strong willed, he's still looking. Even a little interest in you sexually will wear him down under your spell. His eyes are looking over your naked body. He seems to be enjoying what he's seeing. You smile and drop the fabric on your body to the ground, letting him view all of you with no obstructions. You hum as you flick a hand through your hair and run a hand from breast to pussy. Running your fingers along your slit is intriguing him. That careful gaze of his turns less cautious and more allured. The harsh line his lips were drawn in relax into being slightly parted as if he wished to kiss you. His tight grip on his sword disappeared as his motivation to kill you dissolved with his desire to see more.

"Are you sure you don't want me, hunter? Because I want you." You purr.

You rest your back against the door and moan as you feel yourself up. You look at him with a needy pout. He's blushing. He's looking at you in a way you have seen plenty of times before. Like every man you've seduced, it's working. He remains still as he contemplated what he was witnessing and how he should act. He's on the edge of being under your spell and snapping out of it. He needs a little push.

"Won't you fuck me? Aren't I pretty enough to fuck?" You whine as you wiggle your hips.

The man's expression changes. He's no longer tense and serious. There's a longing and hunger in his dark eyes now. It's the unmistakable sign of lust. You stop playing around and hold your arms out to welcome him into your awaiting embrace. He wants you. He's now trapped under your spell.

"You're beautiful." He whispers. His guard drops. He released his weapon and closed the distance. His hands land on your hips and you put your arms around him. "I haven't had a woman in a long time."

"Then let me take care of you." You coo at him sweetly. You run your hands into his hair from ears to the nape of his neck. You place you lips an inch away from his. "You need to be taken care of don't you? I can tell no one has treated you good in years."

He exhaled an elated breath. His lips press against yours. You hold him in the kiss, returning it like he was a long time lover. You break it slowly, biting his bottom lip gently before releasing it. You tilt his head to expose the side of his neck. You go in and kiss his warm skin. The feel of his pulse is making you thirsty. The smell of his blood is intoxicating... but there's something else to it. A bitter underline that is the tell all sign of something unsightly.

"What's your name, hunter? I want to scream it when we make love." You whisper against his ear.

"Jiraiya..." He replies breathlessly.

Now that is an interesting name. It holds an interesting context to it. You've heard whispers from passing demons about a hunter named Jiraiya that is a formidable foe. He's talented at hunting and killing demons despite being fairly unknown to both humans and demons alike. He's a silent presence but that doesn't mean he's not deadly. It's always the quiet ones that are more deadly. Yet like any man who comes to you he's so easily lost to your wiles. No one can overcome it.

You fake a blissful cry when his hand began to touch you. It did feel good, but not that good. The added flare excites him enough to go harder. His fingers are rough from his years of handling a weapon. It's better than the soft fingers of the other boys who have tried. Your hips rock and move with his strokes. You are a tad eager. It has been too long. It feels damn good to have some relief. This Jiraiya is going to be extra tasty. As strong as he may be, he's still a man. His earlier resistance only makes this so much sweeter.

"Come inside, Jiraiya. I have much more comfortable places to do this than my doorway." You urge him.

"Okay."

Just like the rest of them. Jiraiya follows you like a lost puppy. He enters the threshold of your home. Any man that enters your home never leave. You guide him to your bedroom, crawling onto the cot on your hands in knees to ensure he gets a good view of what he's going to pound.

You are... excited. Your blood is boiling with excitement. Your heart is hammering to a quick beat. For the sex. For the meal he's going to make. Hopefully he's well endowed enough to at least let you have some fun. You sit up on your knees when he sits down next to you. You hold his face again and kiss him.

Jiraiya is very receptive to your attention. His hands stroke your hips. They slide down to your ass then back up. Suddenly his grip tightened. It sent a bolt of excitement down your spine. No one has been brave enough to dominate you in over a hundred years.

Even so you aren't one to give up. You nibble and tangle your tongue with his. You rub his shoulders and stroke down to his chest. He's so firm. You cry out in surprise when he forces you down. He's over top of you and pinning you. He's stronger than he looks. He smiles at you.

"Is the deal still on, demon?" Jiraiya asks. "If I can satisfy you, I can kill you without resistance?"

You gape at him. He's not as willing at you thought. It just serves to excite you more. He's an interesting man.

"Yes." You say with a lewd grin. "But no man has done it yet. I doubt you can do it."

"Don't be so sure, demon."

Cocky bastard. Jiraiya is either a fool or as good as he says. He sits up and began to undress. You exhale slowly as you watch him. He strips everything off.

He is quite handsome under his clothing. Fit. Old nicks and scars are along his body. You try to hide your excitement as he pulled his hakama off. Your eyes stare at his dick with an eagerness. He is big. Finally, you can have some fun.

You spread your legs with the expectation of him to fuck you right away. That's just how it goes when you take on your current prey. All of them are too eager to play around. It's always down to business when it comes to men. Yet this man is proving himself to be different.

Instead Jiraiya crawls back down overtop of you. His half hard member is simply hovering above your crotch, teasing you with it's closeness. Odd how badly you want it. You usually are much more composed. There's something about him... you can't quite place what it is.

Jiraiya kissed you again. He's good at it. His lips are gentle but responsive. His tongue plays with yours. His hands are feeling you up. Your sides and belly are being graced with his endearing touch. Eventually he finally groped your breasts. He took his sweet time making his way there. He's squeezing them and pinching your nipples.

It's been a while since you've made lewd noises and meant it. This foreplay is quite nice. No one has ever taken the time to do this for you. To have places like your breasts stimulated is a thrill. He broke the kiss, which made you whine. He simply flashed you a smile before shuffling himself downwards.

You sigh in contentment as he kisses and nibbles along your neck. What can he do with that mouth of his focused on other parts of you? The idea is rather exciting. His tongue laps at your chest before veering off. A moment later his lips latched onto your left nipple. He sucked on it, nibbled on it, flicked his tongue over it. They were already stiff with excitement but they seemed to get harder. You hold his hair, gripping his long thick locks as he teases you. You whine again when he released your right breast. He flicked his thumb over it one last time before his hand ran down your body.

"Ah~!" You lustfully cry out.

Jiraiya shoved his first two fingers inside of you. He moved them with no aggression but with a consideration for your pleasure. In and out they pumped quickly. He curled them to dig into your g spot. His thumb paid attention to clit with hard tight rubs. The sensation was of waves of tingles that ran all the way up your belly. At the same time as he fingered you, he dragged his tongue across your chest to suck on your other nipple.

"Oh Jiraiya! You do know what a woman craves!" You moan.

"Enough to make you cum?"

"It takes more than this, little hunter."

He smirks before returning to tease your nipple, bitting down on it. It was another rush to your system. You cry out and dig your nails into his scalp. His thumb began to stroke over your clit in a more dramatic circle. You gasp and hold your breath. Your toes curl. You fight down the urge as he touches you in all the right ways.

He released your nipple again. He kissed the space between your breasts, then moved up to your neck. In a few moments he was kissing you again. You eagerly return his addictive kisses. They are almost as good as eating is.

"You know I usually like it when my lovers cum once before I fuck them." Jiraiya said between the hungry kisses.

"Not going to happen! I'm going to eat you!"

The man laughs quietly before kissing you one more time. Jiraiya retreated after that. You sit up with him and crawl into his lap. He was surprised but didn't fight it. You wrap your arms around him and force him into another passionate kiss. He accepts it with the same hunger as before. He's touching himself. You help, eager to feel his length at full mass. It's impressive enough to excite you further. His soft moans and eager buck of his hips only add to your frenzy.

You hold the base and keep his erect cock steady as you sink down onto it. He went still as your wet tunnel squeezed and accepted his intrusion with an eager he never experienced before. May the gods forgive him for this. This feels so good to be addicted to for life. You feel better than any woman he's ever had.

He feels as good as you imagined he'd be! Your body is so eager to ride him into oblivion. You rock ever so slightly as you relish in the sensation of his cock so deep inside of you.

"A man like you is meant for me~!" You coo at him. You hold his head still by gripping it tightly. You graze your lips against his, feeling the eager growth of your fangs as his raging pulse can be felt even through this little touch. "Maybe I won't kill you. It's hard to find even a half decent man willing to pleasure me."

"What would you do with me?" Jiraiya whispers. He's squeezing your ass and his hips are twitching with a hardly restrained eagerness. "Keep me prisoner?"

You hum thoughtfully. That does sound like fun. Fucking a man to death is one of your favourite ways to kill them. It's a slow maddening death to your prey. It leaves them lovesick and wailing for both death and more pleasure. But such a fate doesn't seem suited to Jiraiya. He's too... unique.

He knows how to fight. By his scent he's been fighting for a while, in more ways than one. Such dedication deserves reward. Imagine what he could do as a demon. He could be on your level after eating just a small pool of humans. Such potential in a human is too good to throw away to death's doorstep. Imagine how good he'd be in bed as your eternal partner. Perhaps you have finally found a man worthy enough to be your mate. Perhaps that's why you started this game. Picking off the weak to find the strongest candidate to be yours sounds much more romantic than what you had been doing.

You caress Jiraiya's face. He's watching you with lustful eyes and a rosy flush to his cheeks. He'd make a good mate. Dominating yet loving. After so many centuries of being alone, having a man like this around would be quite nice. Becoming the very thing he's meant to hunt would be horribly ironic. It's a fate that would suit him.

"I could turn you. Make you one of me." You clarified. The idea makes your mouth water. "Imagine being like this for eternity. Making fantastic love every day. Hunting and eating foolish humans who dare come into our territory."

Jiraiya grunts. His expression shies away from pure lust back into a guarded glare. He's doing his best to stay in control. For a moment it looked like he was in euphoria about the idea but shoved it down. Whether it is your spell or a deep hidden desire is unclear.

"I don't want to be like you." He uttered between his clenched teeth.

Something about his statement wasn't as sure as expected. A small part of Jiraiya wanted it. Perhaps his desire is closer to the surface than he wants to admit. Deep down all humans desire the opportunity to be as close to immortality as possible. Being a demon is as close as anyone in this world can get. You don't age. You don't get sick. Your wounds heal within seconds. By the bitter scent under the delicious sweetness of his blood, he's considering it for a specific reason.

"We'll see." You whisper.

You began to ride him, doing so with all the experience your long life has graced you with. A cry of pleasure emanates from his throat. His head goes back so that his face is to the heavens. He's gasping and moaning in ecstasy. With so much exposed you go back in to kiss his neck. The scent of sweat, sex, and blood all together is making you famished. But that peculiar smell under his blood is stronger now. You don't think about it. Not now. Right now it's your job to make this human cum.

Jiraiya grabs ahold of you more tightly and forced you down. You are suddenly on your back at the will of this man. He's holding your hips and thrusting hard enough to shoot sparks up your spine. You want more.

"Faster!" You scream.

He appeases your request, quickening his pace gradually until it almost felt blinding. It's hard enough to rock your whole body with the frantic motion. It is on par with how a fellow demon would fuck you. It's phenomenal! By his whines and groans that sound so sensual, he is in full agreement on how good this feels.

You let Jiraiya manipulate you to however he wished to. He's fucking you so good that whatever he wanted to try in an attempt to make you climax was just fine for you. He feels good at all angles.

You whine and moan in pleasure for every single position he wanted you in. On your knees and clawing at the ground. On your side with him behind you. His hands would take turns touching you more than gripping parts of you. Those rough fingers would play with you and send a flood of excitement to your starved body. He laid kisses and bites all along your neck. Even his blunt teeth were making their mark on you. It broke up the pleasure with the right amount of pain.

This man has got some godly stamina. He hasn't slowed down or shown any desire to cum yet. He truly is a wonder. Whether it was a desire to win this little game or of he could hold out this long simply because he could is a question with an unclear answer. Either was he's great. Imagine what he could do with you blessing him with your abilities! He'd be indescribable.

"O-Oh!" You stammer.

A gasp you couldn't quite quiet escapes. Jiraiya took notice. At the moment you are folded in half. He's holding your legs by the underside of your thighs. Your knees are touching your shoulders and you are delightfully squished. It's an angle that is hitting different inside of you. It's tighter. It's a good squeeze. Good enough to finally stimulate you over the edge.

"Does that feel good, demon?" He asks.

"Y-Yes! So good!"

A pleasured moan is what you got in response. He relished in your admission. He should, he's the first to get you undone like this! You're getting tighter with a contraction. That's a sign he knows well. You're close. It's a sign you haven't felt in a long time. For him it's intoxicating. You are incredibly potent. Like the finest of wines. You are better than anyone he's ever had.

You claw at his back. Your mouth is hanging open. You can't breathe. You haven't felt this in so long. All your muscles in your belly are coiling and tightening. You keep raking at his back as you buck and twitch. He drives home the feeling by slamming his hips hard against you. The rougher treatment kept that sensation building. Even the wet sound of his skin slapping against yours was arousing. His lewd expression as he moans your name right above you is making you focus on him. Making someone feel that way is wonderful. You want to see him look at you like that all the time.

A scream so loud echoes around the mansion. The source of it is you. The flood of stimulation was so intense you had no other reaction you could do. Years of pent up frustration had came forth with that climax which only added to the mind blowing sensation. Your eyes are rolled back and drool is trailing out of your mouth. The sensation of your partner's own release only served to keep you going for longer.

Jiraiya rolls off of you. He's panting heavily. He can't stop trembling. All of his nerves seemed to be stimulated and excited. His shoulders and back sting. Each cut you put into his flesh have their own pulse. In a way he's enjoying it. The pain melds so well with the pleasure.

You unfurl and stretch out your tense muscles before they cramp up. After that satisfactory release, you roll over until you are laying over top of him. You caress his warm pretty face. He's looking down at you with caution and curiosity. Yet with a hint of regret and desire. Even if it is a small part of him, it is easy to see it's a part of him that is growing in need.

You have a need too. Jiraiya is made for you. He's wasted as a human. His short little life is but a blink to you. Yet you can't help but hate the idea of him leaving. He is worthy enough to be your mate.

You won't have to spend the rest of your life alone and unsatisfied if he agrees. If he doesn't, then you shall simply die by his hand. There's no bad side to either of these choices. Either way you are put out of your loneliness.

The clarity of the predicament has calmed you. You smile at Jiraiya. He'd be wonderful beside you for all time.

"You can kill me if you want. You have done what I thought was impossible." You say softly. You place a kiss on his cheek. Then another on his lips. You linger close. "Or I can help you."

"I don't strike deals with demons." He mumbled while casting his eyes away.

"Yet here you are." You rub your hand on his chest. His heartbeat is still fast under your touch. You can sense that it's laboured in it's beat, as if struggling to keep steady. "It must be tough to fight in your condition. Did you become a hunter because you are dying?"

Jiraiya's eyes widen in response. He pushed you off of him and he sat up. He's tense. You know you hit a raw nerve. The smell in his blood is that of a chronic sickness that cannot be cured. He's dying slowly, yet faster than what time usually takes. By how strong it is already he probably won't last more than a few years.

You crawl back to him from behind, wrapping your arms around him so that your hands are resting on his abdomen. He refused to look at you. But even if he's not facing you, you can tell he's upset. His jaw is clenched. His fist is tight.

You know his secret. Clearly he's ashamed. Why? It's not like he can control something like that. You push his messy long hair over his shoulder to give the back of his neck kisses. You move your lips down to his shoulder, sucking on the weeping cuts. The taste is like the finest of fruit wines. Sweet. Acidic. Intoxicating.

"I can understand why. Do some good before you are taken too early. If you perish it's not bad thing. You're dying anyways." You continue quietly. You lick over his bleeding cuts in long slow laps, indulging in the beautiful taste. "Yet all you have done is survive each of your encounters."

"..."

"What are you seeking? Redemption? Or maybe for a demon to save you from your slow horrible fate?"

Jiraiya shakes his head before letting it fall into a shameful bow. Something tells you that you have guessed right. He's done something wrong and is hoping for something. Whether it's a swifter death or ascension into becoming a demon you aren't completely sure. He smells like guilt. Is it for whatever sin he committed coming back to haunt him or is it because he's desiring an escape from death. It would be a waste of beauty and skill if he were to die. He could be great as one of your kind. A human like him is rare. His potential is great.

"Be my mate Jiraiya." You say. You place blood stained kisses up his shoulder and neck, finishing the trail by his jaw and licking it over to swipe up any of the blood left behind. You tilt your head up so that your lips are beside his ear and you drop your voice to a whisper. "Live with me forever. Free from your fate and free to be someone extraordinary."

He didn't reply. You raise a hand, running it along his gorgeous body until it was at his throat. You gently place your thumb and first finger at his jaw at both sides, you use this grip to tilt his head away to reveal more of his neck. You stroke your other hand along his belly to his chest in slow motions. His skin is soft and warm. Your petting is comforting him. Dragging your long nails along his tender flesh doesn't spook him. After what you and him have just partook in, it's a surprise he's not even flinching. The grooves you left in his back is nothing to scoff at. It would be wonderful to continue to mark and pleasure this man with your nails. He'd look so cute covered in your love marks and begging for more.

"We can do this everyday." You continue. You kiss his neck. "I want you to be mine for all eternity. There won't be anything to fear when you're with me."

"How do I know you won't kill me?"

"Isn't that what you prefer anyways? Any death is better than a slow one. Even if it's at the hand of a monster, right?"

"..."

"What are you dying of? I can tell it is painful." You coo at him. You hold him like he's your long time lover and kiss his neck. "You poor thing. I can take it all away."

Jiraiya doesn't answer. He shut his eyes. His resolve is wearing down. It is painful. It is cruel how fate had played with him. He entered a dangerous profession to make a difference before he died too young... He's fighting for people who were taken too young. It was a rash decision made by a dying man. He didn't want to waste what little of his life he had left by moping about his predicament or dwelling on his mistakes.

Your words are so sweet. It's full of so many wonderful promises. Promises he wants. How can he lose? If you kill him then he's spared. If you turn him then he's spared with benefits. A life free of his predicament would be nice. Especially if he gets to spend all his time with a pretty creature like you.

The oath he took to slay demons is starting to fade from memory. Perhaps he does fear death. Especially his death. It's been agony. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to moves some days. It's not like he was officially apart of any group anyways. He wanted to make the world better but what good is that fight with how he's doing it now? Demons won't be erased from this earth ever. They multiply too fast.

Now he's presented with the opportunity to live as one. Pain free and full of some interesting companionship. To have a mate that will teach him how to live this new life sounds better than could have imagined. If there is one thing he has learned doing this job, it's that demons aren't as bad as the world perceived them. Maybe he can be like that with you.

He was never a good human anyways. He can't ever atone for what he had done in the past anyways, no matter how many demons he slays. Perhaps he can hunt bad humans instead and still do the world a favour. Then to come home to you and return to living a relatively normal life. It comes with the added benefit of spending hours, maybe even days screwing each other without hindrance or breaks. That sounds like a slice of heaven he could have only dreamed about. You can take away the pain.

You hum as Jiraiya places his hand in your hair. To have such tenderness being shown to you is only making you like him more. His warmth and sudden change of heart is exciting. You can hardly wait for his reply. The anticipation is killing you.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes. But not for long."

His fingers grip tighter. He tilted his head further to give you more room. To see him give in like this is interesting. It's hot and alluring. Prey hardly ever gives in like this. With a want and plead to be like you. It will make the bite so much more tasty.

"Then do it quickly."

"You won't regret this. We'll be great together."

You kiss his cheek. It's time to do what you've wanted to do since he pleasured you so wonderfully. When you open your mouth by his neck his breathing picked up. His anticipation is exciting you further. This is going to be amazing! Jiraiya shall be the first and only person you turn.

You bite down into the sweet flesh you've craved for so long. His blood floods your mouth. It's as tasty as it smells, even if it is tainted by illness. Once the initial flood of his blood slows you inject some of yourself into him. Your venom shall repair and fix him. It will make him better.

Jiraiya kept himself composed as well as he could. His cry of pain was muffled by his own clenched teeth and tightly shut lips. He refuses to be weak even like this. It's like fire and ice being injected into him. It's electric and searing. His body spasms and writhes. When you let him go he falls onto his back unable to control any of his movements. It feels like ants are crawling under his skin and biting him. He scratches at his chest and neck as the pain is the most intense there. His brain can't form many thoughts. It's all just screaming in pain and a desire for it to stop.

You cradled his head and look down at him with a tender expression. He frantically searches your face for something. Comfort? Assurance? Mercy? He doesn't know. Your uncanny eyes which are like all demons out there, feline and sharp with danger. Your bloody mouth in a gentle smile are a contrast he's not sure how to interpret. It's beauty. It's danger. Even like this as he looks at you in this dangerous looking form he knows one thing for sure. It is not death.

"Hush... It will all be fine." You comfort him.

It's the last thing he registered before passing out. The pain is too intense to endure while awake.

For a while it all feels like falling. As if adrift in the sky, slowed down by a strong breeze one minute, plummeting the next. That dip and shift in his heart as his brain makes him fear the impact that is inevitable, but there's no stopping it. It's the unmistakable feeling of awake yet not. The struggle of knowing yet on the verge of going back to unknowing.

Consciousness returned.

Jiraiya gasped in a deep breath of air. It was the clearest, freshest breath of air he's ever taken. He feels as if he just recovered from drowning. The pain and restrictions in his lungs he was so used to was no longer there. He opens his eyes. He's staring at the ceiling. Well carved wood is solid and interwoven to form a secure roof first greeted his eyes. While usually boring the fine details have never looked so interesting. From the grain in the wood to the tools used to carve them, he can see them all and they're all so unique. It's deep into the night. It's dark out yet his sight isn't hindered. The soft moonlight is more than enough to observe the tiniest of details as if he were right in front of it.

"You're awake." The sound of your sweet voice perks his ears.

He turned his head to see you sitting beside him. Your kimono hardly on your shoulders and draped around you in an alluring way. The moonlight pouring in from the paper walls is framing you in the most beautiful and flattering of ways. He's never seen anything so pretty. From your horns to your toes it's all so perfect. You hold your arms out and beckon.

"Come here, darling."

He rolls over to his belly. Even such an easy motion felt effortless. He still felt like he was floating. His body didn't feel like it was heavy or tired. Slowly he rises to his hands and knees. While staring at your enchanting form he crawls towards you. He craves your touch. He wants to be with you. His partner. His mate. The wonderful woman that makes him feel so light.

You welcome Jiraiya into your embrace. You brush his hair away from his face. His once soft hair is thicker, almost like quills or steel wire. It could possibly be a trait, the strands feel strong and sharp enough to cut. A unique ability that will help him fight and hunt. He's still warm to the touch. It is a wonderful heat against your cold body. His dark eyes are now amber and hold oblong pupils that are the same as yours. You cup his face and admire him. He's got a pair of cute little nubby horns already poking under his skin on the high points of his forehead. Eventually they will grow and break the skin as his power grows just like yours had done. His markings are more vibrant. He's got a few more too.

It's like a painting. As if a delicate and talented hand picked up a brush and added to him in the most flattering way. It's reminiscent of kabuki theatre makeup. With bold red lines that paint his upper lid in a thin single stroke. Identical lines start by his tear ducts and run parallel to his already preexisting markings for about an inch or so before curving out and painting across his cheeks to his ears. It's lovely. You trace them with your thumbs with affection and love.

Who knew beauty could be improved upon? As expected being a demon suits Jiraiya. You continue to play with his hair and stroke his face. You give your mate a kiss, to which he hungrily returns. His tongue runs along your teeth as he eagerly tastes the bit of remaining blood staining them.

Now that he's brought it up, you haven't eaten in a while. Having sex and turning someone had only increased your hunger pains. It took a lot of your strength. More than you expected. Being a newborn demon, Jiraiya must be feeling the same. It took a lot to fix and adjust the human body into a demonic one. His bones are denser. His skin and muscles can endure the strike of almost every weapon out there. All his wounds have closed. He had the added burden of curing his blood and body of his illness.

You still remember what it was like being a newborn. The hunger and thirst for food is incredibly intense. It's insatiable. The need for sustenance will consume him the moment he smells fresh blood. All morality and reason will leave to the frenzy of feeding. It'll be cute to see him lost to the euphoria of feeding when he gets his first kill.

The promise of what the stamina he will recover can do is exhilarating. Without a need for sleep whatever shall you occupy all your time with him? You lick your lips as all the dirty ideas flood your mind. First things first, he needs to replenish his body before any of that can happen. Once he's fed and perfumed with the smell of human blood, you'll test just how well he'll endure with the added strengths of demon perks.

"Are you hungry?" You inquire sweetly.

A smile grows on Jiraiya's face. It showed off his sharp newly formed pointed teeth with emphasis on the canines being long and sharp enough to send excited shivers down your spine. Your neck, shoulders, thighs, and chest are tingling with the want for those teeth to cover them in bites. They are teeth similar to yours, designed for the purpose of tearing apart the world's greatest tasting meat.

His smile is one you know well for you have worn it many times. He shivers at the idea and all it's promises. A bit of drool escapes the corner of his mouth as he fantasies about that question, craving the one and only source of food his and your kind eat. The excitement in his eyes seem to glitter in the night, with his pupils dilating into affectionate loving orbs.

"Starving."