Warnings: Extremely Dubious Consent, Some Somnophilia, Hinted Death Ritual
Nami trekked up the mountain. Her body sore and tight from the day's work, she would enjoy the upcoming soak. The higher she went though, the more she heard. Frown forming, Nami slowed before the edge of the clearing and peeked past trees into the onsen.
Half of the village seemed to be there, but it was one voice in the crowd that made her draw back with a scowl.
The perverted priest was lounging in the water, and his eyes wandered here and there despite the efforts of mothers and fathers blocking sight of their older daughters.
And she without her mother or sister to accompany her - not that youth was all the priest would look at. When he was in the onsen, the women congregated on the other side of the water from him. Ever since ...
Sighing, Nami considered going in - trying to slip in without his notice for as long as possible - or going back down the mountain to wait until tomorrow, still covered in the grime and tension of the day.
Neither was appealing, of course. It just used to be so much easier when her betrothed had been in the village. Nami glanced at a rock, but decided that angering the gods by disturbing someone who was cleansing themselves would not do her any good. Never mind disturbing a priest - even a perverted one.
She peered longingly at the steaming water - it filled the air, perhaps enough to hide her - before she sighed and turned only to twitch to a stop.
"Where's O-Nami?" She stiffened, ducking behind a tree.
One man laughed. "Probably hiding from your gaze, Sanji-sama."
"Ah, my fair, sweet O-Nami! She must be shy!"
"Are we talking about the same woman?"
He sighed. "I was hoping to talk to her. It's been over two years now. She should find another betrothed and move on. Besides, he wasn't a good match for her. Clearly, she shouldn't choose on her own anymore."
Scowling, Nami considered the rock again.
"Who would you suggest that she marry instead?"
She winced, already knowing the answer before the fool, perverted priest said it, "Why, me, of course!"
"Another onsen?"
Her head jerked, and she tried to peek around for the speaker. Another conversation had apparently gotten loud enough to have others go quiet.
"Higher up the mountains. It's red. Must have a lot of healing properties to be so red."
"That sounds miraculous."
Sanji frowned when she looked over. "That one's no good. I've seen oni and kappa around it. That onsen belongs to the spirits. They've dyed it red for their use."
The fools awed over this. "I see."
"That's incredible."
Nami scowled. Nonsense. Still, she chewed her lip and glanced toward the summit.
Higher?
How could she find an onsen she had never seen before though? A quick look around, and Nami began tracking a trail. Someone had gone this way in any case. Perhaps the man who had found it.
Smiling with more confidence, Nami quickened her step, finding a flush of energy in her to keep going.
The tracks became less clear the higher she went, and for a while, every step had to be taken with more care than before, making sure the tracks were still there to follow. Many became lost and confused on mountains after all. The wind played tricks on her. When she turned to look toward things that moved out of the corner of her eye, they turned into waving branches. Looking back showed no tracks until she had to look closer for the tiniest hint of a scuff against trunks and rocks.
Nami chewed her lip, staring at what might have been the set of tracks she had been following, but these appeared to have claws. Who would play tricks this far though? Was this some way to punish her for doubting the priest?
However, after some thought, Nami scowled. It was too far. Some idiots would play like this. Usopp was a trickster in the village after all. They all said he was the son of a tengu or other demon, and while she knew that was ridiculous, it would be right up his alley to do this.
With a snort, she risked climbing a tree to get a better view. When she looked back, the steam of the onsen drifted into the cool air.
Ahead, only a bit further, a similar cloud of steam rose.
She stared, wondering, before she headed back to the ground with a wide grin.
The clawed tracks went that way too, but they were too old to concern her. Nami ignored them and walked directly toward where she had seen the steam.
Nami stared into a clearing. She wondered why the steam was not tinged with red. It seemed thick enough to disappear inside. Smooth, grey stones led deeper.
Swallowing nothing, she waited on the edge of this place, staring until she shook her head. It was hot, certainly. Perhaps it would be too hot to soak if it was letting off this much steam, but at least it would cleanse her.
When she stepped closer with her eyes wide to search the surrounding clouds, monkeys scattered that she had not seen through the steam. One shrieked at her before it bounded after the others. They were the least of her concern, however.
She gaped at the blood-red water. Holding her little bucket with soap and oils, Nami wondered at its beautiful terror.
"That onsen belongs to the spirits. They've dyed it red for their use."
Nami scowled before she set her bucket down firmly.
Here, the air was scorching with steam. Hot enough that Nami stripped down. She folded her kimono to the side where it would not get damp from the water before she kneeled carefully on the stone.
She set aside her comb, soap, and ladle and eyed the crimson surface. After a moment, she ladled out the water, and she tapped it in testing.
It did not scald.
Scanning the red water, Nami considered it before she gathered it into her bucket. Using the ladle, Nami spooned it over her arm and sighed with pleasure. She could not tell if it was the heat of an onsen or the relief of clean water, but Nami began to unwind.
Smiling, she undid her tidy, if frayed, bun, tossing her hair over her shoulder before she started cleansing herself.
Nami scrubbed grime from her body and washed it away with her ladle and bucket. Soap slicked away with the water, and she noted that the water sloshed naturally away from the onsen. Here, she was in the perfect spot to not dirty its waters. When she finished, Nami tied her hair on her head, letting it sit in a bun to keep it from her face to dry. For a moment, she shivered in the steam, relaxing and allowing herself to grow tight again before she pursed her lips at the surface.
Enriching as it felt, a part of her wondered how deep it was. Would it drag her inside?
And it was still the color of blood. Would blood be so healing?
She crawled to the edge and peeked inside.
In the water, Nami stared back as if engulfed in blood already. Utterly still, she watched for any sign to pull back. Its heat was her only answer though.
With a sigh, she set her bucket by her kimono, considering it before she shook her head and turned back.
Nami slipped inside.
A shocked moan came unbidden to her lips as her body sank. Muscles uncoiled in the instant. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed, enveloped in an embrace that prickled across her flesh.
The onsen was pure pleasure.
Her body melted in the heat, and for a moment, she floated until her toes hit the bottom. The smooth rock below made her breath hitch. It too was hot, but it did not burn. A pleasing thrum seemed to vivify her, coming from the stone itself.
Taking a deep breath of the steam, Nami moaned, a sigh that she blushed to hear. Her face sank to the water, smiling to herself. No one else could hear her.
Not unless some monkey had returned to spy on her.
And what could a monkey do?
She allowed her eyes to drift, peeking around her surroundings.
However, from inside the water of the onsen itself, she was encased. The figures of the trees seemed like dark giants on the edge of vision. When the wind blew, their arms waved at her, and Nami watched only long enough to know that they were branches and not arms.
Even alone on the mountain in some secret onsen, Nami wondered if eyes were on her. The trees continued waving until the wind gradually died down.
Chewing her lip, Nami inspected her fingers, but she hadn't pruned. Perhaps she could stay a while longer yet.
Water sloshed nearby and her head jerked up, gaping across the way.
Someone in the steam dragged a bucket through the water.
Nami stared, squinting in the mist, but the hand was gone before she could inspect it closer.
The figure sat with the bucket at its side, and she licked her lips as they ladled the water over themselves.
She sank deeper, hands raising even in the water. The figure appeared to be in the shape of a man, though no man she knew had a body like that. In the steam, it was difficult to see distinguishing features. All she could tell, however, was that he was muscled like a warrior.
When he scrubbed through his hair, she squinted though. Did his fingers seem a little too long? Or were those his nails?
He splashed the bucket over his head, and she jerked when she realized he was done.
Hot with shame, she sank further. She had not intended to watch this stranger bathe. Now, who's the pervert, Nami? She was only thankful that other features were not visible through the steam.
The man stepped toward the edge of the water, and Nami opened her mouth to announce her presence.
An oni slipped into the water, and all thought died.
His eyes, black but for red pupils met hers. He did not seem surprised in the least. When his lip twitched, it drew her eyes from his to the fangs jutting out of his mouth before her eyes bounced wildly to his red horns curving to touch the sky. They sprouted from a full head of black, wild hair. The oni's skin appeared painted - tattooed red in swirling patterns to a battle-scarred chest. Even his hands were red, and his fingers weren't long, but ended in sharp claws.
Lower, her eyes went unbidden, too shocked.
Faintly, she thought she found his iron club before her vision went black.
Nami stirred with a groan, her eyelid flickering as she tried to see. The little hut she shared with her mother and sister was full of fog rolling in, but ...
No, it's too warm for fog. She tried to think, moaning when something held her hips down.
He stroked her cheek - the way he used to before he had left her. Disappeared.
As lips and tongue traveled over her throat, Nami's eyes fluttered, but they slid back closed with a hiss when he sucked. He had always loved her neck. She whimpered and his tongue laved to taste her sweat, moaning hot against flesh.
Nami blinked to clear her sight, but she was still so dizzy. When his lips touched hers, she shivered. Something poked her cheek with his kiss, and she touched his lips, but he pulled her hand away.
Black eyes stared into hers. "This is my mountain now, woman. My onsen."
Her vision clouded as an intense shock of heat filled her. From something above her. Nami shivered, suddenly unable to stop.
She was surrounded by steam, heat, and the rhythmic motion of her body being carried - no, pulled. He yanked on her hips, and something pinched into her skin, but didn't break it. Nami tried to open her mouth, to ask who was there, only to release a keening sob instead.
The heat intensified. As did the pleasure.
Jaw coming unhinged, Nami wailed. Her body arched, legs spread wide while something - what was this?
"Shh, just a bit more. I wanna cum in you again." Breath as hot as the steam touched her ear.
Nami gaped, choking on a moan. Her legs splayed wider, and the rocking - his pulling quickened.
As her eyes bulged, she realized she was staring at the sky. Someone pressed over her - in between her legs where the heat pooled and stroked and built higher. She gritted her teeth in a sharp hiss, eyes rolling back when he ground his hips, circling.
Another deep frothing burst from her body - inside of her where he rutted.
With a sob, Nami's head dropped back, and her legs splayed wider.
"What ..." She croaked, but he quickened inside of her, silenced her with a shock of ecstasy in her body.
"That's right. This is your punishment for coming where you don't belong, little human. It's good that you woke up to know it."
Her body - her pussy - everything pulsed at once until Nami broke with another cry. She tried to turn her head to see his face pressed near her shoulder and neck, but he pulled out, grunting before he shoved her onto her front.
Nami gaped into the stone when he pressed her cheek into it before her eyes widened. She remembered just as the oni forced his way back inside. This wasn't her lover.
With a growl in her ear, the oni slowly pressed himself into her. Nami's jaw unhinged, flushing when she realized he simply glided into her even with all that girth spreading her - splitting her in half. She was soaked in their mixed juices. Darkening, she thrust back against it with a whine before she choked on a whimper. When she tried to crawl out from under him, he held her hips. Held her down.
"It's too much!" His claws pricked her skin, and she squeaked when she felt his fangs threaten her neck.
"You don't get to say that when you've been cumming on my cock like a well-trained concubine. You've ruined my bath with this. I shouldn't be working so hard just to make sure you learned your lesson."
Crying out, Nami writhed, and her hips quivered until she realized she was thrusting herself, impaling herself on the oni's cock. She could see it - how it had been just before she had fainted.
His cock had hung from his body like a black-red snake. A snake that had eaten something spiked or bumpy. Those stretched her in unfamiliar, but exciting ways. Was the black a tattoo? The rest of his red markings too? Or were they stripes like a beast? A tiger?
He snarled above her enough for one, but that just made her tighten. Nami squealed when she realized he wasn't pulling anymore. Her hips couldn't stop. The bumps made her hips jump. His length made her drool.
As her eyes rolled back, she panted into the steam, moaning as his tongue traveled along the back of her neck. When she tightened, hips slapping harder, he huffed a chuckle.
"That's almost good enough."
Nami moaned, squeezing and bucking though she wanted to curse herself. Why did this feel amazing? She could not stop. Each stroke of his cock inside felt like she would sing his praises to the gods themselves - and she'd be damned if they did not approve.
The rational part of her was aghast, screaming in fear. An oni! He would kill her or worse!
Except worse felt incredible. Her toes curled, and Nami reached to touch her belly. The force of her hips could make her feel the movement within. When she glanced over her shoulder, he slicked his long tongue over lips and fangs.
"What? Do you want to say 'no'?"
She melted. "Yes! Take me! Hold me down and take me!"
Inside was still raw and sore, but each kiss against her womb was like the sun cresting the mountain, beautiful and uncontrollable.
He laughed before he pinned her hips to the stone, and her eyes bulged when he ravaged her. "What the hell does that mean? I'll fuck you though. So say 'no'! I'll punish your womb for it!"
"No!" Nami smiled as her eyes rolled back. She couldn't stop her mouth now that the floodgates had opened. "No!"
The oni nibbled at her throat as her eyes went dark, gasping when the heat inside roared. She roared with hunger inside until he sated it, pouring into her body with a growl.
Hips twitching, Nami quivered as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so he could lave his tongue over her neck. Throbbing all over, she could only gasp for breath, whimpering in the back of her throat.
She waited while his tongue coiled and curled along her jugular. His fangs brushed against her skin, huge and unwieldy, but she could imagine they had as much power as any beast. Would he rip out her throat now or wait until he was done with her?
Nami swallowed nothing, shocked to feel a rasp in her throat.
"Great master of the mountain," she whispered, unable to raise it any higher, "please, allow me to apologize."
He grinned against her neck. "At least, you know you've not made it up to me yet."
"Please, let me bathe you."
The oni went still behind her, a soft growling hum beside her ear before he said, "I do still want to relax in the onsen ... Very well."
When he pulled out of her, his fist tightening in her hair, Nami tried to clench around him in reaction, gasping when she was empty except for his seed dripping from her. She trembled and moaned until she flopped to the stone after he released her head, realizing he had been the only thing holding her up.
Sitting back on his haunches, he licked his lips with a wicked grin, oddly playful. She shivered under his black gaze.
Nami braced herself and crawled to grab her bucket. Her kimono was still there though. If she took it, she had a chance to run. She hesitated, but turned around with the bucket in hand.
Shakily, she managed to get onto her own two feet, limping to the side of the steaming pool.
He watched her, grinning with black eyes aglow.
If she ran, he would catch her. He would not treat her as pleasantly.
Her knees shook, but Nami kneeled to gather water after setting her soap and comb aside. She shivered. What were her chances of cleaning herself before he did whatever he would do to her?
Glancing over her shoulder at him, his grin widened.
"You're not running? That's a shame."
Flushing in chagrin, Nami bit her lip, wondering at the pleasure that thought gave her before she whispered, "If the great master of the mountain wishes it, he may run me down like a beast and take me again."
His eyes widened before he snapped his fingers. "I have too much of your filth on my cock. Clean it with your mouth."
Nami gaped when he stood straight. Staring at it, she wondered how he had even fit, but her limp told her it had taken some cajoling. It was a shock to her that she saw no blood between her thighs. Had she felt so good?
Crouching before his cock, she already knew the answer to that as she began lapping seed and juices away. Earthy skin on her tongue had her drooling. Nami moaned while she laved and washed his glans, running her tongue to savor his salt. She kissed the bumps.
The oni's eyelids lowered, but rather than appear sleepy, he seemed ready to pounce. He was concentrated on her and her tongue. Cock against her lips, she suckled and slurped on black skin. It lightened in color closer to his balls, only the color of congealed blood there before it faded again on his chiseled abs.
With her lips wrapped around one ball, Nami rolled it tenderly, shivering when he grasped her hair again.
"You're doing well. I should keep you around for the night. What do you think? Would you like to bathe with me for the evening?"
Nami couldn't stop her flush, releasing his ball to whisper, "I'd be honored."
Groaning, his fist tightened in her hair, and she gasped before he thrust into her mouth. "I do mean to honor you."
Thick and hard as iron, he gagged her throat in one swift movement, and then another until each delve had her gulping and gasping for air. He lodged himself into her throat for only a few moments, but she was hard-pressed to keep up. When she tried to push on his hips to keep her sanity, he snarled, and a heavy coat of his seed flooded her throat.
As he pulled out, another spurt hit her face, but Nami gulped his offering before she wiped her cheek with a moan
She licked her fingers clean.
"Finish cleaning me, woman." His voice was even gruffer than before, and he stared at her fingers as if he wanted to bite them.
"Yes," she whispered while she caught her breath.
Nami was drunk. It was the only thing that made sense to her. Didn't oni drink a lot? Maybe he had passed sake into her body with his cock. It had a sort of earthy rice flavor. Was that sake?
Shaking, she ladled the water onto his body, and sweat ran off with the water. He had worked her and himself into a froth. She could not help but watch the markings on his chest glisten, and she realized that these swirls faded into lighter red as well. Studying him, it was not just his cock that was black.
The tips of his fingers were pitch black along with his claws. His toes were similar with the padding on the bottom of his feet appearing just as dark before they faded into swirls in his thighs, and the gnarled toe-claws were like nothing she had seen except ...
Had those been his tracks?
Her eyes widened, but she kept silent. He watched her so closely now. Eyes lidded, but sharp.
Nami stared at all the swirling patterns. They pointed to his chest where that scar laid, and she bit her lip hard.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head. It didn't matter. Perhaps none of this did if he would still kill her. He was an oni after all. When she looked at his face though, she flushed before the words came to her lips unbidden. "You don't look like any oni I've ever seen."
He smirked. "You've seen many then?"
"Drawings, paintings ... none as handsome as you," she whispered.
His black eyes bulged, taken aback before he growled. "I don't like that joke."
Nami reached to kiss him, pulling on his horns with a moan. He growled until she bit his lip, and he jerked in astonishment. Black eyes gaped at her before he snorted and drew back, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
She shivered, licking now dry lips. "I made no joke."
With a growl, he grasped her hair, but didn't tug, glowering. "Finish the job before I tear you apart."
Grabbing the soap, Nami pressed naked hands to his skin and his eyes widened again. Her hands slicked across his broad chest, palms stroking over nipples and muscles. She rubbed the scar. He hissed at her touch. Between them, his cock rose, but she ignored it.
Her fingers found the cut on his arm from his friend's bully. The bite marks some spirit had given him when she had tried to run away, and he had gone after her to protect her. She traced his neck to his cheek where the scar he had never told her about was.
The large burn from the war told all.
"My lord, did you hate the world so much?"
He gritted huge fangs, growling before he pulled her against his wet body. When he latched onto her throat, Nami cried out and grasped his thick sides. His muscles twitched under her hands while he sucked and nibbled.
The oni did not break flesh, however.
His cock, huge and grinding against her stomach, pulsed between them, and she tugged on his wild hair - overgrown in two years, and wilder than she had ever seen it. He bent her back before she whispered, "Kneel, my lord. I'll cut your hair."
With a twitch, his hands convulsed on her hips, but he relaxed and sank to his knees.
When Nami looked down, she had the overwhelming urge to slide onto his lap. It would be so easy. Oni were such lustful creatures, and she thought she could match it - still wet - but his eyes caught her looking.
"Rinse me off, woman, and get the knife and comb. You'll brush my hair before you cut."
Nami drew away with a shudder, finding the bucket. As she poured it over his body, the soap and their lusts washed away into the rocks. After, she found her comb and searched her kimono for her knife.
As she slipped in behind him, he reached back to take her wrist.
"You'll kiss me before you cut?"
Her eyes widened before she bowed her head. "As you wish."
Setting the blade aside, Nami set to work with his hair though. His black eyes slid shut, sighing while the teeth of the comb parted tangles and knots. It curled under her hands as the comb passed through.
Like it used to when it grew long.
Nami blinked away tears, but pressed her lips together. She stared straight ahead through the steam. That's what stung - the steam. Nothing else.
Her comb parted through his black locks, running around his twisting horns.
"How short would you like it cut?"
When he turned his head with a smile, she gaped as he ran a claw across his throat. "About neck high."
Hand shaking, she extended for the blade before she reached for his face instead, turning him to kiss her. He chuckled against her mouth and nibbled her bottom lip. Her lips parted in a soft moan, and the oni took her tongue between his teeth.
As he bit down, Nami shuddered. When he allowed her to catch her breath though, her eyes widened when he pressed the knife hilt into her hand.
"Be quick."
Nami stared as the oni turned his back on her. His hair hung in wild curls. The steam stung her eyes again.
Gathering his hair near the nape of his neck, Nami licked her lips before sliding the knife between his hair and neck. He didn't twitch. Her eyes trailed down his back where swirls danced across a muscled physique. His hair felt heavy in her hand before she struck.
With a soft frown, he looked over his shoulder, but she bowed her head as she gathered his now shorter hair into a high ponytail.
He stared at her, and she whispered, "I promised to spend the night with you, my lord."
The oni smiled. "Willful woman."
When he grasped her hips, Nami squeaked as he lapped along her neck again. She wondered if she was bruised yet when he bit her. His tongue ran from her throat to growl in her ear, and she whimpered.
"You're dirty, woman. I'll clean you."
Her eyes could only widen before his palms ground against her breasts. Breath hitching, Nami tossed her head back and forth, moaning. He pressed her back and lathered her soap over her form. His fingers splayed wide, keeping his claws away from her skin as he massaged bubbles into her.
While she writhed, he grinned.
As his hands slipped to her thighs, squeezing, Nami flushed as she tried to spread them.
"My lord!"
"Dirty," he whispered, refusing to let her.
She ground her thighs together instead, gasping when he pressed her knees to her chest. The oni stroked across the back of her thighs, but his cock pressed against her entrance. Nami went still, breathing faster in excitement.
He chuckled. "Hold your legs for me."
Nami blushed, her arms springing around her thighs, but then he was in her. His hands lathered circles on her hips, across her rear. When he didn't budge, Nami bucked for him, moaning as he grinned. She melted, panting, and she squeezed around him, but the oni still only stroked across her body.
With one wet slide, his palms whisked to her calves. He grabbed her feet with a smirk, and she squealed as his rough palms tickled her. Nami tightened when he growled, black eyes rolling back, but he still refused to move! Giddy with his cock, unyielding inside of her, Nami huffed and tried not to laugh, moaning while his fingers stroked between her toes to spread slippery soap.
When he released one foot, Nami trembled, clutching around his cock. Above her, he considered his clawed thumb before he pressed the pad against her clitoris, and she cried out.
His thumb worked in a careful circle to avoid scratching her, but Nami lost immediately. Sloshing, soaking his clean body, Nami's head flopped back, dragged into her end on the tip of his thumb.
Nami melted into a puddle while he withdrew from her, leaving her pussy full again. She wondered if she could keep it all inside forever. When she tightened in an attempt to keep it, he licked his lips, and she paled.
"I better clean you like you cleaned me, right?"
The oni thrust his tongue into her, and Nami grasped his horns with a sob, clenching on his thick tongue. His fangs slipped along her folds, threatening, but not piercing. With a wail, Nami held on while he slurped their juices like soup. She thrust against his face, pealing into a cry when he whisked over her clitoris.
His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked until she couldn't shake. The strength left her, dissolving into hiccups.
When he pulled his tongue out, Nami twitched and shuddered. Her arms slacked to let her legs slip to the side. He gathered her into his lap, and she rested her head on his chest, breathing hard as he pressed his face into her hair.
He whispered, "Time to rinse you off."
Holding her, the oni moved to the side of the steaming pool to collect water in her bucket, and she moaned as he poured it over them both. Nami melded into his side while the hot water washed away the soap and juices. His black eyes glittered when she squirmed in his lap.
The oni eased her onto the stone before he turned to step into the onsen. With a groan, his head fell back, and Nami bit her lip while his eyes drifted shut.
As his eyes opened, he found hers and waited.
Nami held her breath. He leaned against the rock, elbows resting on the edge as he reclined.
With no words, no movement, the oni pulled on her as insistently as he had tugged on her hips before. More than before.
She slid into the water beside him, and her own moan made a smile form on his lips. Her muscles dissolved once again, and she laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes when his arm coiled around her waist. He wrapped his lips around her neck with a moan, his teeth, and fangs scraping as if chewing, but never breaking the skin.
Her toes curled when his tongue smoothed over the bites.
High above, through the steam, the stars glittered, and a full moon lit their bath. Her mouth parted to crack a sigh.
"You're torturing me," he growled in her ear.
Nami shivered. "I'm sorry."
She wrapped her arms around his chest, shifting to climb onto and straddle one of his thighs. He snorted. "That makes it worse."
"I'm sorry." She kissed him and grasped his cock.
For a moment, he seemed to waver before he said, "Not good enough yet."
"Then stop the night," she whispered.
His eyes widened until she stroked him. With a groan, the oni rolled his hips into her hand. She marveled at the sensation of his skin moving over the odd bumps. They had tortured her enough. Did they do anything for him though? As she poked and circled around one with pursed lips, he shuddered.
"I'll kill the day. It'll never be day again if I can help it." He thrust into her hand, moaning when she braced herself on his shoulder. "Never again."
Nami rose to press onto him, flushing as he grasped her hips to guide her slowly. His cock swelled, spreading her.
"Can you keep up with me, woman? I can keep going for a long time."
She shivered. "I'll keep going for you ... I'll cum for you."
Chuckling though, he jerked her until he seemed to have lodged himself inside, and she squealed, trembling while he refused to let her hips move. "We have all night ..." He tilted her chin up. "And night will last forever for us now. Talk to me."
Moaning, Nami closed her eyes to the moon. She tried to concentrate even though he was grinding slow circles in her.
"Flowers are blooming in the village again."
His hands paused.
"We planted a new tree mmn, by the river. Did you ever come down to see it?" When he arched against her once more, she squeaked, but bit her tongue.
"What makes you think I'd ever come down?"
Nami gasped when his thumb stroked her nipple. "The tracks. You came down before. Were you looking for something?"
All at once, his grip tightened. Nami clenched with a gurgled moan before she gritted her teeth. She braced herself, but that only made her clutch tighter around his cock, and she moaned brokenly. Was she only fooling herself? Could she keep going?
"Never you mind what I was doing there," he whispered. "Tell me more. How's your mother-?"
He cut himself off, claws pricking, before he drew them back.
"Well," Nami said - more sighed - more moaned.
She couldn't string her thoughts together; she certainly didn't want to think about her mother at that moment. He pulled her to his chest, and Nami melted into the heat with him. When he pinched her chin, her eyes fluttered open, filled by the sight of him before she kissed him.
She whispered, "The priest wants to marry me."
The oni snarled, his red pupils glowing in the dim light under the moon and stars. "Like hell!"
Nami moaned when he moved her, and a smile slowly grew. He was rough; the water frothing around them, and she moaned at the raw sensation. His cock hit every spot - every part she didn't know could even feel before that moment.
"If he knew how many times you've taken me, I bet I'd scare him off."
With a snarl, he growled and turned her to bend her over the rocks on the edge. She kicked her legs until he slammed back inside, and her jaw hit stone before she could scream.
"He. Will. Not. Have. You!" He roared, marking her insides before he bit her shoulder.
A haze filled her vision. Nami wavered, only not falling because he had already pressed her to the ground. He took her body, planting his seed though his hips continued to piston inside. She tightened, and the oni pulled her hair.
"This is mine!" He slammed in for emphasis.
She couldn't complain - not when she widened her legs. Nami floated, drifting closer and closer to hell with him. When she reached for it, arching her hips back, he did not disappoint.
Nami sighed his name.
He moaned her name in her ear.
They dirtied the red onsen.
And the night never ended.