People walked by, walking through the city without knowing what dangers lay around them. So naive, trusting their lives too much to the Demon Slayers. Didn't they know that the slightest oversight could turn them into dinner for the demons who lurked in dark alleys and mingled in the streets?
Of course not, what do you expect from these disgusting humans? An intelligent brain?
But that's what humans are. Acting like the most perfect being on earth, treating abnormal beings like trash with no morals. Call him a hypocrite, Kibutsuji Muzan doesn't care.
Walking, blending in with the sea of humans, the demon looked ahead. Carrying the little girl that others thought was his daughter. His feet stepped straight, slickly avoiding human contact, but his brain was not focused on the activities around him.
No, his focus was now in a distant place—on the young man who was not tired of running around in the mind of the strongest demon. The young man who made him remember about the human who almost killed him, making him hate that human.
Komado Tanjiro. An existence that could make him remember the overwhelming hatred just by looking at the pair of earrings hanging from the young man's earlobes, making him want to cut off the demon slayer's head and hang it on the wall as a decoration.
An existence that was strangely able to arouse Muzan's interest in a human.
Muzan wanted to caress the young man's entire body, wetting it with the liquid that the demon had. He wanted to wrap a rope around the young man and play with his body, manipulating the mind to respond the way Muzan wanted it to. But he also wanted to strangle the young man's neck, bite it so hard that it was cut and covered in blood. Strangle him until he could not breathe and then bid farewell to the people he protected.
Ahh...wouldn't seeing the sparkle in the boy's eyes slowly fade away can be interesting? I think I'll give it a try—
His mind stopped talking, cut off by the scent that greeted his sense of smell. It was a scent he recognized-the scent of someone who had been making his mind wander around.
The scent of the young man named Komado Tanjiro.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for a figure with reddish—black hair to enter her field of vision. Running through the sea of people with difficulty, running to meet the demon.
Turning his attention to the girl in his arms, Muzan said softly as he lowered his 'daughter' in front of a shop "Go inside, meet your mother. Father has some business to attend to."
The girl nodded slowly, already used to her father often having sudden business.
Muzan wasted no time, walking down the street into one of the narrow alleys that he knew rarely passed by smart humans-at least smart enough to walk down this alley was a fatal thing. Knowing full well that Komado Tanjiro would be hot on his tails.
Leaning against the stone wall, he folded his arms across his chest. Thinking of what to do with the young man who had the ambition to kill him.
Kill him or play him first...hmm...decision..decision...
"Kibutsuji Muzan!"
Ahh..so noisy.
He wanted to stuff that noisy mouth with something big. Muzan looked bored, considering whether just having his penis stuffed into Tanjiro's throat would make him stop screaming or not.
I think it's the other way around. He'll scream loudly—at least if it's his tight hole that I'm stuffing.
The figure of Komado Tanjiro stood at the mouth of the alley, blocking the view of others who were curious about his loud voice. Feet striding wide, impatient to reach his destination. He gripped his sword tightly, channeling all his emotions, hoping to cut down the demon king with it. How naive, Muzan looked mockingly.
"I will kill you! To avenge what you did to my family!"
The sword was drawn, aiming for the fatal part of his body. Didn't this boy know that Muzan regenerated faster than other demons? What has he learned all this time?
Foolish boy.
The young man's face flushed with anger when the sword didn't even hit the target. Tanjiro bit his lower lip, restraining himself from being further enraged. But easier said than done, his head was already filled with rage, blurring logic and common sense.
This had become a common occurrence. The man who had killed almost all of his family members was always able to ignite the temper of Tanjiro, who was a highly patient person.
Once again he slashed his sword, aiming for the neck of the man. Unfortunately for Tanjiro, the man easily dodged, bringing his knee down hard on the young man's stomach. Throwing him into the stone wall and make him collapse.
The older man approached him, kicked him in the face, stomped on his head—preserving his body from getting up and running away.
Like he had a chance to just run away from Muzan. That was impossible. Once Kibutsuji Muzan was interested in something, he would not stop until it was obtained by him.
"Aren't you too arrogant to think you can kill me?"
The head was pressed further, not caring that the boy's face had been soiled by the mud puddles in the pitch-black narrow alley.
"Aren't you too confident to follow me into this narrow alley?"
The other foot kicked Tanjiro's sword away from the demon slayer.
"You are too weak to finish me off." A hateful sneer escaped his lips "You never will, no matter how hard you fight. Your ambition disgusts me."
Leaving Tanjiro's head, Muzan crouched down, harshly grabbing the youth's chin. The fingers then turned Tanjiro's face up to his.
"You're too weak to finish me off, to be a demon slayer," the cat's-eye-like irises darkened, bringing an unpleasant air to Tanjiro's body "but that doesn't mean you can't be something else—,"
Tongue lolled out, wetting the lips of the demon "Being my 'puppet' is one such example."
Shoulders pushed with ridiculous force, restraining his body to find a way out. Reuniting his back with the hard wall, forcing his lips to let out an uncomfortable hiss. Before he could snap, the man in front of him silenced his mouth, sucking on his already swollen lips. Bitten roughly until it tore, he reflexively opened the entrance of his mouth.
The long tongue stretched in without wasting time, exploring every corner. He gagged as the boneless organ roughly entered his throat, making it difficult for him to get oxygen.
Not stopping there, the cold man now began to play with his body. Searching for all the sensitive spots. Fingers aggressively pressed and caressed them.
His eyeballs rolled up, unable to contain the ecstasy he felt. He didn't know when the clothes he was wearing had been taken off by the man in front of him - exposing his completely naked body to anyone who was interested in looking.
His thighs were lifted, giving entrance to his hole that was twitching for attention.
The body didn't seem to be his, Tanjiro didn't recognize his own body. It was as if the body had a mind of its own and decided to betray in order to get the addictive sensation given by Kibutsuji Muzan.
The tongue gradually moved out, finished carrying out the task given by the owner. It has finished destroying the entire mouth of a Komado Tanjiro.
"I think, instead of playing with your body and then killing you, it would be better if I made you the creature you hate the most," a vicious grin was drawn on Muzan's cold face "Isn't that right, Tanjiro?"
He hated hearing his name called by the filthy mouth in front of him.
And he hated the way his body responded to that voice.
Regaining his strength, he tried to rebel against the predator's grip. Unfortunately, his body continued to ignore his brain, which was screaming in panic.
His eyes widened as the sensation of heat and pain hit him. Gritting his teeth, Tanjiro glanced in horror at his lower body.
The color on his face was disappearing. Down there, a large, long object had invaded the entrance of his anus-jabbing mercilessly at the walls of his rectum.
His hands immediately covered his lips, keeping a scream from escaping the lips he forced shut. Again, his eyeballs rolled up, hoping to hide from the sight.
His head was spinning. The scent captured by his sense of smell did nothing to help him think clearly.
Tanjiro regretted his choice. He wished he hadn't followed his feelings of hatred and pursued Kibutsuji Muzan. He hoped this was just a bad dream and that his friends would wake him up from this disgusting dream soon.
Hands were pulled roughly, forcing his body to turn to face the street. Eyes wide open, heart pounding as if rebelling to get out of the cage-from behind his quivering chest. The adrenaline spurred the realization of what was happening.
No, please don't—
Tanjiro struggled in panic. If he kept this up, people would realize what had happened to him.
"Ah," a heavy voice greeted his earlobe—too close "your wall is tightening. Do you enjoy being watched by others while having sexual intercourse?"
"HNGGHHHH!"
His hole was mercilessly pounded, making him see white light from inside his eyelids. A single stroke brought him to the orgasm.
Instead of giving Tanjiro time to control his breathing, Muzan was still forcefully thrusting his cock in and out. Enjoying the sensation of the young man's rectum squeezing. Pushing him continuously until Muzan squirts his sperm inside Tanjiro's body.
A pair of feet stepped on the wooden floor, echoing throughout the room. A white hand reached for the shouji, shifting it slowly, allowing light to enter the dark room it had just opened.
Lying helplessly in the center of the room was a young man. Legs and hands were bound together by rope, wrapped tightly around each other leaving reddish marks. His genitals and anus were clearly exposed, letting the wind caress the surrounding area. Showing the hole that could not contain the sperm inside.
The sperm that Muzan had been depositing every day in Komado Tanjiro's asshole.
Gazing hungrily, red irises glittered with pleasure. Roughly gulped down the saliva. Nose twitching to inhale the surrounding air—
Ahh..the scent of fear.
Smirking, he continued his approach to the unconscious figure. The toe of the shoe met the slender waist. The young man beneath him squirmed uncomfortably, moaning softly as the sole of the demon's shoe was deliberately rubbed against his reddened and chafed nipples.
Dragged slowly, Muzan's shoes trace every curve of Tanjiro's body, teasing at several places. Stopping just above the young man's small member. Grinning, he rubs the tip of the head with his shoe—increasing the speed of the rubbing as Tanjiro's whimpers echo through the room. Swiping until the penis was leaking its thick white fluid onto the boy's stomach.
"Get up." came the command after the bonds on the boy's body were released. Red irises stared at the fragile figure beneath him, mocking condescension.
Tanjiro staggered to his feet, directing a hateful glare at the demon leader. Still hoping for a way out of the shackles he was trapped in.
The zipper of Muzan's pants was lowered, revealing his large penis in front of Tanjiro. "Suck." Again, the order was given.
Muzan placed the tip of his cock right in front of Tanjiro's tightly clenched mouth. Pushing him forcefully. Grabbed the boy's hair roughly when he didn't get the expected response.
"Aa—"
Getting the chance, Muzan immediately penetrated Tanjiro's mouth. Inserted her penis through the oral passage and stopped at the demon slayer's throat.
"Hhhg,"
In and out and out and in.
The rhythm was erratic. Now it was fast, a moment later it slowed down. Deliberately making Tanjiro gag every chance he got. Liquid precum soaked the area around the young man's lips.
"You can't even do something as simple as this," his nose was pressed to the pubic hair, blocking the air for Tanjiro to breathe "and you want to do something as big as kill me? Don't joke."
His face turned blue from not being able to breathe and his mouth was gagged by a large penis.
"Kkh!"
He reflexively clamped his teeth together as a fist slammed into his stomach. His throat constricts, squeezing the towering object of male pride as if begging him to release his sperm immediately.
Before long, sperm fills Tanjiro's body for the umpteenth time that day, mingling with the taste of iron that he wishes was just his imagination. It oozed past his lips, soaking his chin and sweaty neck.
Looking down, directing his fingers to wipe away the remnants of the liquid on his lips, Tanjiro prayed silently.
Please tell me this isn't happening. Please. Please. Please—
Blood.
There was blood mixed with sperm.
Looking up in horror, Tanjiro looked up. Red irises met his eyeballs-red irises that glistened terrifyingly.
"I hope you survive, considering how much you hate the demon race," Muzan chuckled mockingly "I'll be very disappointed if I have to find a new toy anytime soon,"
A pale white hand reached out to wipe his lips "Tanjiro."
Softly caressing the face, playing with the ripe lips for a moment-opening them slightly to slide a finger into the mouth. Pinching the tongue between the thumb and index finger, twisting, pressing, playing with it without caring whether the owner of the tongue is comfortable or not.
Why would he care?
It was just the tongue of his favorite doll, so caring about the doll's feelings was not on the agenda of a Kibutsuji Muzan.
Fingers out, creeping down to his doll's neck-pressing hard. The other hand continued to travel without stopping, rubbing the penis that was half erect.
"Oh," smiling, Muzan played with the doll's testicles, "do you like it when I play with your dick while strangling you?"
Squeezing the testicles firmly in his palm, causing the owner to cry out in pain.
"You're so naughty," he bit roughly on the tongue sticking out from inside the doll's lips "Tanjiro."