Sorry for those of you who read this and it was all messed up, didn't even realize!

2: Aoi

Never in my life did I think I would be married, much less to a demon.

His aura was different from anyone's I'd ever encountered. It was a terrible, all consuming presence that dominated everything in it's path. I had felt something similar every now and then slithering through the walls, but he was on a completely different level of strength.

I only knew he and the thing in the walls were demons because I had come face to face with one once. When my father was still alive and my mother was the previous Oiran of this house before she took over, they had tried to run away with me when I was only six.

I couldn't remember much, but I do recall seeing that angry bright red of something sinister as it attacked my father on the roads just outside of the city. They all shared the same aura in a way I couldn't quite explain, only feel. It had attacked my mother too, marring her face, but before it could kill us we were rescued by someone who called themselves a demon slayer.

There was no doubt in my mind that my new demon husband was powerful, and he wanted me as his bride? I didn't know why he wanted me, but I had been willing to do anything if it meant getting out of that house with its cruel mistress.

I knew Lady Hina wouldn't sell me because I was her daughter and she wanted me to suffer. She's had hated me ever since she lost her husband and that I've been told by many that my beauty far exceeds hers. As far as I knew my body made more in a day than anyone else in that house combined, yet they never made me an Oiran because she refused to acknowledge my success.

The biggest reason she refused to give me the title of Oiran was because with that title I would've earned respect, and she didn't want any of her clients to give me that. Nor was she above calling me ugly, pitiful, or weak. I'd only gotten that title because none of the others could even begin to compare to my rates.

Despite what the other woman and my clients would tell me, there were times when I believed her horrible words. There were many days in fact where I would sit and look at nothing, only to see a disfigured vision of myself reflecting back from the depths of my own imagination.

I would run my fingers along the scars she had left cry until I passed out. They were put there so that no one would want to buy me. So that I would be trapped in that house until I died or caught a disease. I hadn't the slightest inkling of what I looked like so there was a chance I could be beyond ugly. She covered my face with makeup every day so not even I knew what the skin there felt like.

When I heard that this demon man wanted to buy me, I didn't care for the reason. I just wanted out. I was so thrilled to see his glowing light outside my window. I didn't care that he was watching me be taken by some other man. He had come back.

I had shivered in excitement at the feel of that client's blood splashing onto my body. It was obvious from the ripping sound that my new husband and master had killed him with ease. His aura swirled a bright red in anger. Now, while still red, it wasn't nearly as violent as it had been earlier.

Truth was I hadn't expected him to return for me. I had felt such relief when I felt him standing above me that even if he wanted to eat me I would've been happy with that outcome as well.

Anything was better than staying in that house.

But he hadn't eaten me, not yet at least if that was his plan, and when I removed my makeup he didn't berate me for deceiving him. He didn't call me names or beat me, in fact he did quite the opposite. He wiped the tears from my face and offered me a warm meal. It made my heart swell.

My backside stung as the cloth of the kimono slid over it, bringing me back to the moment. It was still quite sensitive and while I was a little shocked I couldn't say that I was surprised. It came with the territory of calling him master after all.

I was only shocked that he knew I was lying to him so easily. Though I was starving, I hadn't even heard my own stomach rumbling. Must have been a demon perk. Still I thought he wouldn't care. Men typically liked to be unbothered. I could be lying face down in a pool of my own blood and a man would've happily walked away if I said, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Would you like me to suck your big cock sir?"

But not my new husband. He was furious that I had lied. I would have to be careful not to lie to him again. I was sure he was holding back, and even then my cheeks burned and felt blistered. When I finished dressing he took my hand and led it to the crook of his arm.

His arms felt strong. I knew they could crush me in an instant if the mood so took him. I knew he could dismember me with a the flick of a wrist. I knew all the things demons were capable of, yet I wasn't afraid of him. I didn't know why, but I felt drawn to him like a moth to the dangerous flame.

He took me out of the room at a gentle pace, telling me when to step up or down and kept me on my feet when I tripped a few times. I wasn't usually so helpless, but I was in a completely new house with absolute zero idea of what it looked like. When we made it to the first floor he sat me in a chair and I squirmed a little from the fresh bruises.

That was another thing too, even if I couldn't sense his demonic power something was clearly going on because there was no way we were still in the house of Lady Hina. He had taken me to his own home somehow in the blink of an eye.

I didn't care how we got here. I was just glad to be free.

Some time later the clinking of ceramic on wood caught my attention. I smelled rice and something else and my mouth watered. I wasn't allowed to eat much because Lady Hina didn't want me gaining weight, but the smell made me ravenous.

I started to try and find the silverware but stopped myself when I wasn't given permission. I forced my hunger down and sat back.

"May I eat master?"

He made a surprised yet pleased sound in the back of his throat, "Yes. You may."

I thanked whatever was out there that my master was not so cruel as to make me wait for my food. I started out slow and delicate, but as my hunger grew so did my desperation. It tasted like there was an egg on top and some kind of meat.

I wouldn't have even cared if it was human meat as it tasted wonderful.

When I finished I bowed my head and thanked him. I heard him clear the dishes away and I followed the noise. I heard running water and clinking sounds.

"May I help master?"

"No need. It's one bowl. I'll be done in a moment. Do not go far."

I felt for the counter and stood against it with my hands in front of me. I did not move from the spot and a few seconds later I heard the water being shut off. I observed his presence move about the room and I gasped when something ice cold was pressed against my neck.

I felt liquid travel down my skin as he slipped his hand into my kimono with that cold thing. It was so terribly icy and I began to tremble.

"Does that feel good?"

I started to say yes, because I thought it would please him, but I recalled our lesson earlier. Would he know if I was lying this time if I said yes, or would it be obvious that I hated the feeling. I was almost always cold, and this was making my bones ache.

The cold thing I was pretty sure was an ice cube of some kind, and when I didn't answer right away he grabbed hold of my waist to keep me still before sliding his knee in between my legs. In this position I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.

He moved the ice slowly down my chest before making circles around my hardening nipple. I shivered at the sensation and my hands clenched around his arm when I found it.

"You didn't answer my question, little wife. I liked to be answered in a timely manner."

I couldn't stop the yelp that came out of my mouth when he took the ice and suddenly slid it down my body and pressed it against my clit. I squirmed violently but his hold on me was vice-like.

He rubbed it against my sensitive nub and I felt tears prickling at the corner of my eyes. I've had some kinky things done to me but never something like this. The feeling was so cold that it almost felt searing hot. I was just getting used to the feeling when he pushed it inside of me. It was much bigger than I thought and my walls clenched in protest, which only brought it further inside me. It was kind of egg-like in shape if I had to guess.

"Are you going to tell me the truth this time little wife? I'm going to keep going with another if I don't hear an answer."

"N-no, yes. I don't know, master. It- I like it as long as it's you."

That was the truth that surprised even me. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to please a demon. So far everything I've said is wrong and it was only a miracle that he hadn't eaten me yet.

He lifted his knee until I was sitting on it. I didn't want to think about how strong he had to be to hold me like that, even though I don't think I weighed much. The action caused the ice, which had hardly melted, to ride up more.

I heated as I bushed. I was practically riding his leg as I wiggled about. I could see that his aura had changed from that bright red to a soft pink hue. Usually that color meant pleasure, so clearly he was pleased with me and my reactions.

My nerves lit up when I felt his finger touch my swollen and frozen clit. He had been wearing gloves earlier but now I could feel the soft pad of his finger as he went in slow, gentle circles around it to bring back some warmth.

My body reacted without me as I started to grind into his hand. His pink aura grew brighter and I did it again.

"You are quite eager aren't you," he whispered into my ear. I was shivering and his breath on my neck made my entire body shudder even harder. The ice inside me was thick enough that with every grind of my hips it pressed against my spot. The cold was starting to hurt, but his fingers distracted me enough that I was sure if I kept going I would come.

Without warning he pulled his hand away. I whined at the loss of contact and he chuckled darkly.

"Please master, put it back."

"I'm not sure if you've earned that yet little wife. You disobeyed me today, kept me waiting on an answer several times. Perhaps I should keep you wet and wanting until I'm ready."

I clutched at his jacket, "Please master let me finish. I'll do better. I'll respond quicker."

"Will you now?"

"Yes! Yes please master, I'm begging you."

He started bouncing his leg up and down, making the ice piece inside of me move harder against my spot. It sent chills to the base of my spine but it wasn't nearly enough to finish the job. I needed the warmth of his hand. I needed his help. I wanted his help.

I bit my lip and reached up to put my hands around his face. I was glad when he let me because this also gave me the chance to map out what he looked like. His features were nice. He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and medium length hair.

While I couldn't exactly picture what he looked like I imagined he was fair skinned and maybe had an extra set of pupils or something in his eyes just because I thought it would be funny to imagine. I didn't exactly know what demons looked like. I also pictured his hair being the same pink as his current aura. I felt around his head and found a hair tie. I didn't dare pull it, only brushed my fingers against it curiously.

My thumb brushed his lip and I accidentally scraped something sharp in his mouth. Fangs perhaps? It was hard and a little slimy like how teeth tended to feel. I chose to ignore it and instead put my forehead to his as I held his face.

"Please let me come master. Please, I'll do anything."

"Anything hmm?"

I nodded, "Yes, yes!"

One of his hands wrapped around my neck and he slammed me onto the counter to hold me down. The other put two fingers inside me while his thumb found the most sensitive part of my body and he began rubbing with intense precision. He rolled one of my nipples between his teeth but didn't bite so hard that it hurt. In fact the feeling was quite the opposite.

With the addition of his thick fingers moving around the ice egg I was left a squirming mess as he pumped in and out of me. His digits were long and curled into my spot with practiced ease. I didn't want to think about all the other women he had pleasured before, but they didn't matter because he had me now. His fingers were inside me.

My back tried to arch but he kept me pinned.

"Little wife from now on you will think of no one else in this world but me. No one will ever give you pleasure but me, and no one shall ever give you pain but me. From now on you are mine until the day that you die."

Through the haze of pleasure and my fast approaching orgasm, I couldn't help but scream out, "Yes master!" as I came spectacularly. I could feel myself clenching around his fingers in a sticky mess and I moaned when he bit down hard on my breast.

I knew I was bleeding but I didn't care. He had single handedly, quite literally, given me the best orgasm of my life. I was panting heavily and I felt his tongue lick at the fresh wound he had made. I weakly reached for him and he must have noticed because he took my hand and kissed each of my finger tips.

I wasn't expecting the gentleness and I melted into the touch. The feel of his lips on me was wonderful.

My voice was raspy as I thanked him and he helped me off the counter. I was boneless, but I had enough energy to take care of him. Surely I couldn't be allowed to find my own pleasure without him.

I dropped to my knees and waited patiently. When I did that he threaded his hand through my hair and titled my head back, "What are you doing?"

"Do.. you wish for me to return the favor master? I would be happy to."

"You haven't earned that privilege yet. Now get up and clean yourself off."

I was taken aback by this, but what worried me even more was when his aura changed from that lovely bright pink to a faded gray in an instant. Usually that implied a feeling of distance. He wasn't ready for me to touch him yet. I was disheartened, but I accepted this and bowed my head.

"Yes master. My apologies for assuming."

There were the tiniest sparks of pink, but he said no more. Very slowly I felt my way around the kitchen until I was able to find the stairs. I stubbed my toes a few times, but without his help it couldn't be avoided as my second sight only covered living things. If I could somehow learn echolocation then trust me I would have a long time ago.

Eventually however I managed to find my way upstairs and I stripped off my now loose kimono and took a second shower.

As I washed myself the ghost of his fingers crept up my spine and I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to feel his hands on me again. If that was the kind of reward I had to look forward to I was going to make it my best interest not to piss him off.

The sound of his voice in my ear made me excited. I wasn't sure what it was about him. Maybe it was because he was a demon, maybe it was because he had saved me from an even worse life. Either way I would have chosen this path with him every time.

When I finished cleaning up I was sore but my body was still buzzing. My head hit the pillow as I plopped into bed and I felt warm and relaxed. As I drifted towards sleep, I couldn't help but think about the way the last twenty-four hours had unfolded.

My master had changed my life from the moment I met him. I didn't even know why he wanted me of all people. A sad blind courtesan with no family to call her own as I did not count Lady Hina as family.

Perhaps he was lonely. There was an ever present ring of sadness around him. It was a reaching, desperate sadness. He was searching for something, and the fact that he hadn't found it yet angered him immensely. All of his emotions were laid bare for me, though I would never tell him that I knew so much. It was easier to bend myself to him if I knew how my actions made him feel. I didn't want him to try and hide his massive aura from me.

I felt my eyelids grow heavy and before I knew it I was falling asleep in this wonderfully soft bed.