A Glass of Sleep for an Elegant Dream
By SMYGO4EVA
Mitsuri thought she had seen and experienced everything, and yet there was so much more she hadn't. She could only see or at least watch within her dreams, her nights usually peaceful and uneventful, but not always.
It was rare, but in dreams that soon morphed into nightmares, it was a restless night. Demons she had slain previously would reanimate, mocking, taunting, and furious at her, waiting for vengeance. She sliced them to ribbons, without question, but it was never enough.
There were demons who commit unspeakable acts, and she made sure that they were dead by her hand, blackened eyes burned no more. She did not wish to dream of such things, and even in dreamscapes, she was sure to strike them down.
She was a Hashira, after all. She thought that was the case always, anyway.
Now sleep forever…
The air became heavy, clouded with fog, and Mitsuri couldn't see or feel what was around or in front of her.
Her mouth became sticky-sweet, her body hot, and she looked up to see baleful blue eyes looking back at her.
Mitsuri gasped, clinging to her sword, but there was no fight left in her. She stumbled backwards, and fell to the ground, her legs curling underneath her.
The demon stepped forward and knelt toward her, a smile upon his lips, his eyes lit with delight and curiosity.
Enmu…the demon's name appeared in her mind; she hadn't heard that name before, nor had she been told by any of the other Hashira.
"How pretty you are! It must have been fate, for us to meet in this dream of yours," His voice was high and lilting, a giggle bursting forth from him.
Mitsuri couldn't move, her eyes transfixed on Enmu's, her heart pounding in her chest. She was convinced that the demon could hear heartbeat.
"A dream? Th-This is my dream?" She asked finally, and her hands clenched at her sides.
Enmu's smile only grew, his fangs ghosting over his lips. "You're catching on, my dear. Contrary to what you think, your heart is like any other human's, delicate and weak. You're still vulnerable to my machinations."
"M-Machinations?"
"Oh, you'll see and feel soon enough, my dear." Enmu murmured to Mitsuri. The Love Hashira couldn't utter another word before she felt the demon's lips descending on hers.
A small protest escaped her, her sword falling out of her hands, the metal clanging to the ground. One of his hands kept her firmly to the ground by her shoulder, and he moved on top of her so that he could straddle her lithe waist.
His other hand detached from him with a pop, like it was nothing, a mouth growing and grinning half-maddened. Mitsuri shuddered at such a sight, her gut roiling, but she froze as his hand trailed down her neck, past her breasts, and lowering down her stomach, torso, and stopping at the apex of her legs.
"What's this? You're terrified, and also excited? You humans are always so predictable." Enmu cooed, leaning in towards Mitsuri, brushing his lips at the shell of her ear.
His hand's mouth opened, extending its long tongue down her flesh, licking and circling; Mitsuri gasped and seized up, her words failing her, her face growing hot and red. Underneath Enmu, she started to tremble and squirm, even as his sentient hand moved to places she hadn't dreamed of.
His breath hits her, and her voice came out in whimpers and keening noises. The demon only moaned, a whining noise at her actions, mindlessly moving himself above her, the friction growing between him and the Hashira.
Mitsuri's hands clenched at her sides, her arms practically numb, and yet such sensations made her feel everything in the haze of lust.
"Oh you sound so adorable! Those sounds you're making! I never expected them from a warrior such as yourself…"
"I-I-please stop…"
Enmu just laughed, still moving on top of her, his excitement growing, his breath quickening. At the same time, Mitsuri gasped raggedly by the second.
His hand's ministrations set her flesh aflame, and his movements upon her made her near the edge of no return.
"Now sleep forever, my dear Hashira…." Enmu whispered raggedly into her ear, just as he and Mitsuri both succumbed to the darkly-hot pleasure wringing through them.
A high-pitched cry coalesced with a choked gasp, eyes rolling into whites.
Mitsuri took an intake of breath and lied quietly on her back.
She was back safe in her bed. The dawn's blueish light cascaded through the sky outside her sleeping quarters.
She didn't want to fall back asleep just yet.