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Uh. This chapter is rated M. M for Mature.

Don't say you weren't warned. Plus, the disclaimer in the beginning of the story told you what all was in it.

Don't blame me if you read something you don't want to please.

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Something cold was pressed to my lips.

"Open your mouth, Rein." I heard a voice say. My father's voice. I did as I was told. Something small and round was pushed into my mouth. I closed my mouth and chewed. It popped.

A human eye.

Human eyes were a delicacy among demons. This was because usually, the eyes were gouged out by lesser demons. My father had a special group of demons that would go to the human world and bring back a good batch of live humans. These humans were put into a deep sleep so they wouldn't feel their limbs being ripped off, their eyes taken out, and their organs removed. We used everything but the bones the stomach, and the large and small intestines.

I opened my mouth for another one, which I got. It was nice. I opened my eyes and looked up. My father was sitting on the edge of my bed, turned toward me. He had another eye in his hand and brought it to my lips. I consumed it.

"You are awake?" He set the bowl of eyes on a small table next to my bed.

"No..." I said. If being awake wasn't going to get me any more eyes, I'd knock myself out.

He chuckled. "I see. I'll wait until you wake up then, to give you more. I'd hate for you to be unconscious when I feed these to you. I suppose I'll go and put these away, then."

I sat up quickly. "No, I'm awake. Awake as can be!"

He laughed. "That's what I thought."

I looked at the eyes, wondering if he was going to allow me to continue eating them. Almost as if he'd read my mind, he handed me the bowl after taking a few out for himself. They were gone almost instantly.

He took the bowl from me. "How are you feeling?"

I blinked. I felt fine. "Fine," I answered him. Then the earlier events hit me like a ton of bricks. "Nevermind..."

He cupped one of my cheeks in his hand. "Would you like me to help you feel better?" I nodded and hugged his neck, clinging. He laughed again.

"Now, I can't help you much if you're clinging to my neck, dearest."

I let go of him rather unwillingly. He smiled. "That's better." I gave him a puzzled look.

"Father, how can you make me feel better?"

"Like this." He replied, and pressed his lips against my own. For a moment, I was confused. Then it hit me. I knew what he was going to do.

He was going to deflower me.

When it came to demons, close, even sexual relationships between parents and their children were common. There was no chance of pregnancy because demonic genes were different than human genes, and if the two were too close together in genetics, the genes wouldn't mix. If two demons were trying to conceive, but couldn't, chances are that they were related somehow. It was also common for, in the case of a father and daughter relationship, for the father to take her virginity when he decided she was mature enough. In most cases, the girl would be deemed unfit for a mate unless her father had taken her. There were, of course, exceptions to that statement.

This was not one of them though. I was happy that my father seemed to believe that I was mature enough to be taken. However, I was nervous too. I'd heard that it was painful when the barrier was broken. It scared me to think that my father would hurt me. Then again, there was really no way around that. Painful or not, it was going to be done at some point, and when I thought about it, I would much rather it be my father, one I know I can trust, to take me rather than a low-life man-whore.

I could feel his tongue at my lips, seeking entrance, and I opened them slightly. His mouth forced mine to open further. His tongue plunged into my mouth and immediately took dominance, exploring every corner of my mouth. I closed my eyes and moved my hands up to his shoulders. He pulled me closer to him, pressing my smaller body against his bigger, much more powerful torso. After a few moments, he stopped the kiss. I looked at him, confused.

"I will buy you a new shirt. I promise."

I wanted to ask, but I didn't get the chance to before he ripped my top off. Literally, I wondered how he did that without putting a mark on my body. I also wondered just how many times he'd done that to obtain such a skill, but now was not the time to ask.

He undid my bra and tossed it and the shreds that were my shirt onto the floor. I stared at the small pile. He moved away from me and grabbed my ankles and pulled me forward, onto my back. I yelped. He treated my jeans the same way as my shirt. At least he didn't discriminate. In fear of losing a good pair of underwear, I pulled mine off and set them on top of the pile of mostly-destroyed clothing.

I watched as he neatly removed and folded his clothes, setting them on the table next to the empty bowl. During that time, I brought my knees up to my chest. It was cold. I wasn't even paying attention to him when he crawled onto the bed and over toward me. I jumped when he moved my legs back down.

"Do you not wish to do this?" He was getting the wrong idea.

"No... It's not that. I was just a little cold is all..."

He cupped my breasts in his hands and placed his thumbs on my nipples. "Yes," he said. "It appears you are cold. I'll fix that." He pulled me close and I hugged his neck. He was very warm. I wanted to be as close to him as I could be. He pushed me back onto my back gently, then proceeded to kiss me again. This time, however, his hands had free roam over my body. It seemed like every part of my being was extra sensitive to his touch. It was magnificent. Then one of his hands reached my core.

It was like flipping a switch.

I moaned loudly into the kiss and parted my legs for him. The feeling was wonderful, and I didn't want to let it go. He put one finger inside of me and used his thumb to play with the outside. His other hand was busy massaging my breast. Again, I moaned into the kiss.

He broke the kiss again and pulled his hand away from my heat, bringing it up to his face. He licked his finger. "You taste... Delightful..." He moved back and lifted my thighs, placing them against his shoulders, lifting my lower region up slightly. He held my legs in place with his strong arms, and brought his face between my legs and used his tongue to send me to paradise. I gasped and felt my hips buckle. I squirmed trying to get closer, but that was why he was holding my legs. He was teasing me, but oh, it felt so good.

Each lap of his tongue sent me spiraling into ecstasy. I couldn't breathe (straight), but I didn't care. For all I knew I was dead and this was heaven.

I came, and he drank as much as he could, some of it dripping down his chin, and onto my sheets. I couldn't speak. He moved again, this time resting his hands next to my shoulders.

"We're not done yet, Rein."

I was panting. He positioned himself at my entrance and kissed my lips.

"Is this okay with you?" I knew I couldn't speak coherently, so I nodded and swallowed. I was ready. I could handle this.

Or not. He moved himself slowly inside, and I could feel my walls stretching. He was big; maybe too big. He thrust quickly and I could feel my barrier tear. I cried out and was unable to prevent tears from flowing. He wiped them away with one hand. The pain slowly subsided as he began to thrust, slower, this time. Soon, I didn't even notice it, and I was back in paradise. He quickened the pace.

Each thrust was like an ocean wave, crashing down on me. I held onto his shoulders and he put one hand on the headboard of my bed. I wasn't sure if that was to stable himself, or keep him from slamming me into it.

Sweat soaked the sheets as he continued, and each wave became better than the one before. His body rocked mine, and he thrust harder, deeper. He grabbed my hair and smashed his lips against mine as he came. He shuddered for a moment, his seed soaking a small spot in the sheets between my legs.

We were both panting now, and sweating. He continued to kiss me for a few moments and then finally rolled to my side. I couldn't move. I was trying to remember how to breathe.

When I calmed down I looked at him. He looked like he was asleep, but I couldn't tell for sure. If he was asleep, I wasn't going to disturb him, so stared at the ceiling. He moved and I watched him again. He got off of the bed and pulled my ankles so I was closer to the edge and picked me up bridal style. He walked into my bathroom and started the shower, walking in with me. He tried to set me on my feet, and I still wasn't sure if I could hold myself up.

What was gravity again?

I forced myself to stand against the complaints of my tired muscles. We scrubbed ourselves all over, and when he rinsed, he turned me around so I was facing him and hugged me.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Wait a minute, was I supposed to know how to speak? Shit.

"Wasn't it... O-obvious?" I asked, embarrassed that I had stuttered.

He laughed. "Well, yes. Very much so!'

I was curious. 'Father?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Will we ever... Is that the only... I mean..." I couldn't word it correctly enough to satisfy myself. He kissed the top of my head, then tilted my head up and kissed my lips tenderly.

"We can do it again, if you'd like. Is that what you're asking?"

I nodded and smiled.

We got out of the shower and dried ourselves off and went back into my room in nothing but the towels. My sheets had been changed while we were in the shower. I didn't complain. I laid on my bed and he laid next to me. I closed my eyes.

He kissed my forehead and whispered "I love you."

"I love you too, father."

He pulled me close and embraced me.

"Father?"

"Yes?"

"How did you learn to rip someone's clothes off without leaving a mark on them?"

He laughed.

Unfortunately for me, I fell asleep before he could answer.

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Hm... I thought it was good. I'm just weird though.

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Preview for chapter 6? Hm...

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Rein."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to visit Mukuro. And by that, I mean that I'm going to be leaving the castle for some time. Would you like to come along with me, or stay here?"