Chapter 9

The dark room sharpens her other senses. She feels and hears everything; the silencing hand on her mouth, the immobilizing hand from behind, the breath of her captor, the sound of the cars outside her window and the soft murmurs of the people passing by.

Her body is shouting for her to fight back. Her eyes are adjusting to the darkness and this is her territory. She should have the upper hand at some point. But as she tries to pull away she realizes that the man is stronger than her thus, easily containing all her movements. She wriggles free but he keeps her closer.

"Damn. Do you really want to get away from me that bad?" The man finally speaks.

Recognition finally comes to her. The cloud of fear around her senses is washed away by the clear distinct sound of his voice.

She stops to struggle and he finally releases his hand from her mouth.

"Hiruma." She whispers.

The man behind her releases her wrists at the same time she say his name. With both his hands free, he finally manages to envelop her into his arms.

"Shh." He mutters. His lips close to her ears, "No one should fucking know that 'Hiruma' came here."

"But… how did you manage to escape? Is everything fine now?" Mamori asks, still worrying.

"Let us not worry about that now, fucking ex-manager."

Hiruma pulls her closer as he kisses her neck from behind. His hands travel in her body, one cupping her chest as the other caresses her thighs. He grinds from behind and even through the layer of clothing they have on Mamori can feel how hard he already was.

"But Hiruma…" Mamori speaks, attempting to stop herself from moaning.

Hiruma nibbles on her ear and whispers, "like I fucking said…"

His hand is on her thighs going up inside the skirt. "Hiruma is not here."

He kisses her neck again, slightly biting the soft flesh as his hand reaches the garter of her underwear. Skilfully his hand goes in, making Mamori bite her lips a bit.

"Tonight," He breathes, "I am a fucking incubus."

Hiruma's long fingers play inside her underwear as his mouth lavishes her neck and shoulders. Slowly he undresses her, removing her top and revealing her hot flesh. Mamori has her palms against the wall, supporting her weight as she yields to Hiruma's lust.

Hiruma swiftly pulls her underwear down, his finger still drench with her.

Mamori faces him, his eyes glinting in the dim light from outside the window.

"You've been fucking quiet the whole time." Hiruma whispers.

Her parents are downstairs, for all they know she will lock herself inside her room and study there quietly. Any noise will rouse their suspicion so she has been holding her moans and screaming the whole time. A feat that is obviously isn't easy on her. Hiruma kisses her, sharing his lustful warmth with her. He might look composed but he had been waiting for her and all this time he was holding it in. A feat that is obviously annoying to him.

He pulls himself out of his pants as he kisses her. He then lifts her to him, grabbing her from her thighs and up her ass, driving her even more towards the wall.

In one quick thrust he easily slides himself inside her.

"Hi…ruma." Mamori speaks breathily. "Inside. It's safe… inside."

He understands but with such a request he can feel himself getting near the edge.

Hiruma easily goes in and out of her as she is soaking wet from their play earlier. He has been longing for this feeling for a while. Sweating, breathing and humping with the woman he loves. The lust is driving him mad, making him go faster, deeper, as his body could allow him.

But as quick as he begins, he finishes.

He embraces her closer as he braces his legs to his climax. He obeys her and lets it all out inside of her.

Mamori breathes as she feels the intense pulsing from him. His hot seed spreads inside of her and fills her until the point that she cannot contain it anymore. A white streak of liquid slowly rolls down her inner thighs as he finally pulls out.

After they have cleaned themselves, Mamori finally calms down and takes this moment to get a good look at him. Her eyes have fully adjusted to the darkness and even with the tiny light from the window she could see him.

He sits on the bed as Mamori puts a shirt on.

Even without a word Hiruma exactly knows what Mamori wants to do and so he just let her be.

His eyes cast down on the side as the girl approaches him on the bed. She lifts his shirt revealing more of his battered flesh underneath.

She stands in front of him in the dark room, illuminated only by the gleaming lights outside her window. She swallows as she scans his body, seeing all the damages he had acquired during the time he was away.

There is a bandage over his left brow, a few cuts on his face, a wound on his shoulder and a healing bruise on the side of his body. She can see traces of other bruises and cuts but it seem they have already healed.

"Are you sure it is ok for you to go here?" Mamori worries.

"I'm fucking sure that I want to see you right now." Hiruma replies, "and I'm sure as hell that that felt good to you, right?"

Mamori looks away and blushes, her hand goes to her loins feeling from her memory that sensation when Hiruma came inside her.

"You better rest. " Mamori distracts him, "you might be weak or hurt now because of what we did."

Hiruma lifts his brow, "Weak? Hurt?" he whispers.

He then grabs Mamori and pulls her to the bed. Mamori is too surprised to resist and the next thing she knew she is already lying on the bed with Hiruma pinning her down.

Hiruma's leg was between her legs, obliging her to part them more.

"Do you even fucking know who you are talking to?"

Hiruma kisses her lips as his fingers play with her down there.

"But you have been hurt… you should rest." Mamori speaks up the moment releases her mouth to breathe.

Hirum clicks his tongue. He then slides down.

"If I am hurt that fucking badly I won't be here. So just be a good girl because this incubus is fucking hungry right now."

Hiruma then kisses her labia and uses his tongue to now play with her clit. He rolls his tongue around the tiny button as he inserts a finger inside her. She has become soaking wet once more that he can even insert two fingers inside her. He then continues to slide his fingers in and out of her faster and with more force.

Mamori tries not to scream but as she breathes short moans escapes from her throat. She uses her hand and covers her mouth but it still feels like she is making too much noise.

"Shh… you should be studying and shit right now… and you know that you don't make such sexy fucking sounds when studying." Hiruma teases.

"Shut up." Mamori says but Hiruma suddenly sucks on her. She has to bite on her hand so as not to scream.

As Mamori keeps her voice down, she can clearly hear the wet noises of Hiruma's fingers and mouth down there. He is playing her like an instrument, making her produce sounds that arouse both of them even more.

Hiruma can't get enough on how wet Mamori is, even as he licks her clean her juices continues to flow out. The supple dripping wet flesh on his lips, the taste of ecstasy on his tongue and the sexually enticing music on his ears turns him on so bad that even if he had already released earlier he is once more hard and ready.

Hiruma pulls away, stands up and completely removes every article of clothing on his body. He then comes back to her even before she says anything.

He glides into her, completely covering himself in all her warmth and wetness. He gets even bigger as he feels her grasping him inside.

She has been aching for him during the whole time he was touching her. His kisses and long fingers felt really good but the feeling of him inside her like this makes her feel whole.

He then moves his hips, taking her leg and lifting it higher making her open up more to him.

"Rest you say?... Weak you say?" He says through heavy breathing, "I'll show you who is fucking weak."

Hiruma feels truly like an incubus. There is a hungry need inside him that is still growing stronger as the moment pass by. He lifts both of her legs and pushes harder on to her. He wants more of her, to reach her deepest parts, to totally surround him with her and bathe in her full glory.

Mamori clasps her mouth with both her hands as she continues to receive Hiruma. Her mind feels like melting as her whole body bursts in pleasure every time Hiruma pushes into her. So thick, so powerful, and so aggressive. She feels completely under his mercy.

"I'm at my limit." Mamori suddenly says barely holding on.

Hiruma puts her legs down and leans towards her. He kisses her mouth, continuing his motion as their tongues hungrily intertwine with each other.

Mamori embraces Hiruma as she orgasms, gripping him both inside and out. Hiruma tightens his arms around her and releases inside.

Their body curves towards each other as both quivers in pleasure locking each other more in an intimate embrace. For a moment they have almost forgotten that they were separate entities. They are one; sharing the same heartbeat, the same breath and the same body.

Simultaneously they gently pull away from each other.

"Thank you for the fucking feast." The incubus smirks giving a small kiss on the lady's hand.

xxx

Musashi's truck then swung open. He steals a quick look at the dashboard's clock. 3:45 AM.

His friend then gets in and closes the door. Musashi throws the cigarette out the window and starts the truck.

"I bet it was difficult." Musashi says as the truck shakes to life.

Hiruma looks out to her window where he had left her sleeping soundly. He smiles unconsciously, once again reminded of her peaceful sleeping face as she embraces him.

"You can fucking bet your truck it was difficult." Hiruma answers. True, with a goddess sleeping beside you it took every ounce of his existence to muster the will to leave.

The truck drives around the curve away from her house, surely enough they reach the main street.

"How can you even go to fucking school the next morning after a shift like this? 3 in the fucking morning and you're just going to go home from work." Hiruma starts.

"I skip morning classes." Musashi answers simply.

"Of course you do. But if that was me I'd just skip the whole fucking thing… I will still let you graduate."

Musashi chuckles a bit. He knows that Hiruma can pull whatever strings he has to pull for him to graduate easily but he doesn't want that.

As the truck goes down the road, the two stay quiet as they look out of their window.

"Hiruma." Musashi starts the conversation and in that instant Hiruma knows what his friend is about to say.

"I know. I won't be fucking around this time." He answers instantly.

"Good." Musashi says with a short nod.

"She was really fucking worried"

"You are making her worry."

"Ugh" Hiruma grumbles.

Musashi then laughs a bit.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Hiruma notices.

"I just remembered something from before… back then when we were remodelling the club room."

"Ah, yes. So what?"

Hiruma looks at Musashi, the guy has that reminiscing look in his eyes.

Hiruma was annoyed back then with her. She would gladly accept jobs that she doesn't usually do. She would just pick up the shovel and start mixing the cement. She would go help in lifting pipes or woods. She would also hammer and stack blocks with a smile.

"She was fucking impossible." Hiruma says, annoyance coming back to him.

"And you were amusing…" Musashi answers, "You would suddenly grab the shovel away from her or ask her to buy drinks from somewhere far just to have her away from all the hard work."

"No, I was just keeping her away just so she wouldn't fuck up the construction or fucking interfere with the shrimp's training." Hiruma says in his defense.

"She was always willing to help."

"She's annoying."

"You love that about her." Musashi concludes, "even back then it was very obvious."

"Shut the fuck up."

But Musashi is entertaining himself too much, he can't seem to stop himself from talking.

"And then there was a time when the clubroom had just finished and you have to give her tons of work to be submitted the next day. You were annoyed that time and even I didn't understand why."

Hiruma grits his teeth. He can clearly remember why. He saw her hands callous and her fingers wrapped in small animal bandages. Her beautiful smooth and soft hands were wounded and damaged because of her insistence to help. Although it made him happy there was a part of him that made him want to scold her.

"I asked her to work on something that would normally take someone a week to finish… she finished it and passed everything in front of me the next day. Fucking manager."

Hiruma then looks at Musashi, all traces of annoyance gone.

"And I fucking love that about her."

"Yeah. She had loved you that much too back then."

"No she didn't. She fucking hated me."

"Who knows…"

It was already dark and the Devil Bats had already gone on home. Practice after construction took its toll on everybody. Everyone could barely walk at the end of the day.

Musashi was walking around the club room. It was still not done but Hiruma was insisting to finish it this week, so as to make sure the quality of a rushed product he goes on checking for things that he might have missed fixing during the day.

On a bench near the wall, he then saw Hiruma but stopped to call him when he realized that he was actually sleeping.

However, Hiruma was not alone, he was leaning on the wall but had unconsciously fell on his right side, with him to catch his head was Mamori who was quietly reading her notes.

Musashi looked at Hiruma and her and saw how exhausted both were. Hiruma had been training and working on the building all day while Mamori was doing her best to help even with the heavy things.

Mamori lifted her eyes and saw Musashi walking towards them.

She then placed her finger on her lips and hushed with a smile, "shh."

Musashi gave a quick nod and understood it quickly. He quietly said "otsukare" and walked away.

Musashi gave one look back at the two and felt happy for Hiruma. Hiruma had been carrying the burden all alone the whole time, even if he and Kurita was there for him, Hiruma had demons inside his head that both could never understand.

"Someone he could lean on to.." Musashi mused, "yeah… she'd be perfect."

He wouldn't mind leaving his best friend into her hands if it was Mamori.