7: Muzan

The sounds of her screams irritated and frustrated me. How could she have been so stupid to let someone in? Did she have a death wish?

I needed to blow off steam and to get away from her. If I had to keep hearing her cries I would break down and let her out and I couldn't do that. Not yet. Clearly she could not be trusted to be alone anymore so I sent Kokushibo to watch the house while I was gone.

The mountainside was dark as it was the middle of the night. I had met with Gyokko to speak business, apparently it was urgent enough to bother me on my vacation especially after I specifically told them all not to bother me. I should've known it wasn't really important, something about the demon slayers but I honestly didn't care at that point.

I had sensed a disturbance as it felt like I was close to her. I could feel her body and taste her blood on my tongue. Normally I never noticed when another demon eats someone, but when it came to her the feeling was strong. Someone was trying to eat my wife.

I didn't even bother letting Gyokko finish as I rushed home, the sight of that demon standing over her made me sick with fury. I should've made him suffer more instead of casually blowing his head off. He deserved so much worse than what he got.

I couldn't believe that leaving had caused my wife to get hurt. Despite it being her own mistake I would never be able to wash away the guilt I was currently feeling.

Feeling guilty was not something that was common of me. I absolutely detested the feeling. I destroyed almost an entire forest in my fit. Murdering any animals that got in my way. Dawn was beginning to break and I had not yet calmed. I needed to feel blood on my hands.

I had Nakime send me to a small village on the opposite end of the country where it was still dark. This would leave ripples, but for once I did not care. I would be long gone before word ever got out. Besides they would never know it was me if I left no traces. They'd just chalk it up to another demon attack.

One by one I went through the houses, switching between slaughtering and absorbing the inhabitants. I even let some of them try to fight me, it was amusing to have such powerless and weak beings attempt to protect themselves.

I painted every house in that village red. They tried to run but they never got far.

I was nearly done with the people here but there was one last presence that I could sense. Under some floor boards was a young women roughly Aoi's age. She had the same brown hair color and big eyes, but the sight just infuriated me. How dare that women look like my wife, how dare she be able to look into my eyes but my Aoi couldn't. How dare she tremble before me in fear.

I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Seeing her only fueled my rage and she screamed as loud as she could.

"How dare you. You insolent little human."

"P-please! Please don't kill m-me please!"

"You will be silent," I squeezed her arm hard enough to draw blood with my nails. She screeched and the sound grated on my nerves. She may look like my idiotic wife, but she was nothing like her.

I hated that seeing this woman made me miss her. It made me want to run back to my little wife, free her, and make sure she never disobeys me again. But if I go back now I may do something I'll end up regretting. Again.

So instead I took it out on her.

"I said, be silent," when she still refused to quiet her sobs I grabbed her by her hair and forced her neck back as far as it would go before it would snap. That seemed to have gotten her attention as her choked sobs caught her throat. She looked into my eyes, her own big and wide ones were now bloodshot and full of fear.

My wife would never look at me like that. She trusted me with everything she was, she looked at nothing else but me. Her entire focus, her entire world, centered around me and I reveled in the knowledge that I had such a hold on her.

"P-please let me go," her soft voice reached my ears but did nothing to waver my nerves. I took her hand and silently compared her skin to my wife's. Hers was almost as pale, but it was so smooth and scar free. I hated that. Why did this women get to live a perfectly normal life while my wife had to suffer so in her formative years?

I relished the sound of her cries as I dug my nails down her wrists. She twisted and screamed and begged but all it did was excite me more. She even had the audacity to sound similar to her, but where she failed was her voice was much louder than my wife's. She screeched while my wife whispered. While she squirmed, my wife was a perfect statue.

"Why..? Why?" she kept repeating the word as she went into shock. My fun was over as she didn't last very long. I ate her entrails slowly while she could still feel, enjoying the slickness of her blood on my lips. As she choked on her own spit and blood I took immense satisfaction in her fading cries for help.

It still wasn't enough to quell my rage, so I destroyed their houses as well. I had completely obliterated every shack and wooden hovel I could get my hands on. By the time the sun was rising the town was nothing more than a smoldering mess of blood and scattered flesh.

Not wanting to get caught in the sun I returned to the alternate dimension. Nakime bowed her head to me as I passed her and in the distance I could hear screaming coming from Douma's castle. The sound irritated me so in an instant I was standing before the little nuisance and kicked his head off.

"Greetings Lord Muzan," he said cheerfully when he reformed.

I punched him in the mouth and ripped one his arms in half. He regenerated quickly once more. I hated the disgusting blush that formed on his pale cheeks. The only one allowed to blush in my presence was my Aoi.

"My my you're in a fit today Lord Muzan. What troubles you?"

"Shut. Up."

With a snap of my fingers his eyes burst out of his head and he fell over, rolling around, "Oh! That one actually hurt a little Lord Muzan! I've never seen you so angry."

For some time I took my frustrations out on my upper two. He didn't seem to mind one bit which was both annoying and perfect for me to keep going. Eventually I gave up when he seemed to be enjoying it more than being in pain and it was beginning to ruin it for me.

The only person on this planet that I wanted to give pleasure to had let me down and I didn't know what to do about it. My anger flared again, and this time it was all aimed at her. No amount of destruction would rid me of this horrible, aching fury that I felt. I wanted to blame it all on her, but far beneath the surface I knew I was distraught at myself most of all.

I had been gone for a few days now so I was sure she was starving. As mad as I was I would hate myself even more if I let her die. So with a heavy sigh I gave up and went home. I sent Kokushibo away and entered the house.

I prepared her a meal and while doing so decided to put some of my blood in her food so she would heal quickly. Her wound had barely been bandaged and for the briefest of seconds I was worried she had perished from blood loss or infection.

I shook my head, I was sure she had more resolve than that. I was sure she was fine.

When I opened the door the light from the hall shined down and just barely illuminated her feet. I didn't need the light to see her, and I had a sinking feeling when she didn't immediately turn to face me.

I couldn't stop myself as I rushed down to her and picked her up. Her eyes were closed and her already frail body felt like it might disintegrate in my hands, but I checked for a pulse and was glad to have found one. Curse this women for making me feel such things.

Her hands twitched slowly before moving up my jacket and touching my face. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and those radiant stones stared up, but not directly at me.

"M-master," she called out weakly, "is that you? Have you come back or am I dead? If its you I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." her words pained me as if she had physically struck me. I couldn't stop my hands as they curled around here.

No. I'm sorry. I was the one who messed up. I should've never left you alone. My sweet, dumb wife.

I placed my finger against her lips, "Hush now. I am here."

She smiled, "I can't see your aura Master. So forgive me for asking."

I silenced her once more before putting her in a sitting position and spooning some food into her mouth. Even with just one bite I could see her vitality returning to her. I knew she was pale but these past couple of days in the cellar had done her complexion no good. The memory of what I had done to that random village woman flashed in my mind.

If I hadn't sensed she was being eaten, would the same fate have befallen her? Being torn apart and played with before being eaten carelessly. I didn't want to think of that possibility, of that terrible reality. If I had found her in a worse state than beyond what ingesting my blood could do, I would've turned her without a second thought. I would've rather her hate me for all of eternity than to risk losing her permanently.

Damn this woman.

While I fed her I examined every part of her. Her face was stained with dried trails of tears and her hair was a tangled mess as it looked like she had been pulling on it. There was dried blood on her forehead where it looked like she might have slammed it against the wall.

Her food was almost finished, but I didn't want her to suffer any longer so I put some more of my blood into the water I had brought and made her drink the whole thing. Her sunken face filled out and her cold, cracked skin was brought back to life as she regenerated with the help of my blood.

She blinked a few times and her hands flew up to my face. It took all of my willpower to not lean into her touch. Her slender fingers rushed over my features as she felt my face and I let her take her fill.

"Master! What did you give me? I can see you again."

"I gave you some medicine." I unlocked the chain from her wrist and carried her upstairs. I carried her all the way to our bed where I laid her down and removed her dusty kimono. She laid on my bed naked and I caressed her legs. I found a cloth and began to wash away the blood and tears on her face. I couldn't stand the sight for even a second longer. I kneaded the scars on her thighs and her breath hitched.

When I finished she clutched at my shirt, "Please, let me service you master. I will do anything to make it up to you I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please don't put me down there again. I'm so sorry."

Tears flowed down her face again and I wiped them away. I'd had enough of this. I didn't want her crying anymore, I couldn't stand the sight.

But her tears fell faster than I could wipe them away, so I loosened my pants and guided her hands towards my growing erection. It almost felt wrong to do so after our time apart, but she was begging for me and the sound was music to my ears. If she was going to beg for it then I would make sure she never stops begging for it.

She gasped when she felt me and did not hesitate to take it down to the hilt. Her warm, plush lips on me melted all of my anger away and I couldn't stop myself from grabbing the back of her head and feeling her silky hair run through my fingers. I wanted to let her do it on her own, but I grew impatient and began to hold her head.

I could feel my tip graze the back of her throat and she gagged with each unrelenting thrust I gave her. She went completely limp as I did what I wanted to her and just the thought of her still wanting me after all I had done had me finishing quickly in her pretty little mouth.

She sputtered and coughed but I plugged her nose until she swallowed it all. I pulled out of her and seeing her panting so hard like that set something in me on fire. I took her face in mine and squeezed it. Not too hard, just enough to keep her still.

"M-master?" she called out.

In the back of my mind I was screaming at myself to punish her. To teach her a lesson she'll never forget. To make her black out from the punishment she deserves, but all I could do was stare into her stony eyes and smirk.

"This is a start to pleasing me. You'll have to endure much more before I can forgive you."

She got back on her knees, "Yes master. Yes, please, I would do anything to win back your favor."

I wanted to torture her still, but in a different kind of way. I pulled the chair from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed and directed her to lay face down with her backside in the air.

Her wet cunt stared me in the face and I enjoyed the view. I prodded her soft flesh with my nail and gave it a good smack before sitting down.

"Touch yourself little wife. I want to watch."

She didn't hesitate for even a second and I was glad she was finally learning that I did not like to be kept waiting. I watched as her fingers slid between her folds easily, teasing them over her clit. She moaned into the pillow and I instructed her to be loud and clear. I wanted to hear every noise she made.

As she played with herself I grew more and more excited. I had her turn around once more so she could suck me off while fingering herself and she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Yes, little wife. Imagine me inside of you as you touch yourself. Imagine those fingers are instead my cock filling you to the brim. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

She hummed around me and began to move her hands faster. I didn't want her coming just yet so I pulled out of her and brought her hands above her head before slamming back into that hot mouth of hers.

I could see her legs shaking from her unspent release. Her eyes were closed as she tried to keep up with my pace but she couldn't. I finished a second time and the blissful feeling went on even longer than the last time.

It felt right to claim this woman as mine. To brand her with my essence and mark her up. I felt a frenzy growing and I threw her down on her back before devouring her wetness.

She tasted just how I remembered. I bit her thigh to stop myself from damaging her most sensitive parts and I was pleased when she let out a moan rather than a scream. She squeezed my head between her thighs when she came and I dug my claws into her. I didn't care what she thought of me, as long as she was only thinking of me.

Every action, every thought, every breath would have her thinking of me and how I would react.

Again and again I made her finish until she was a sticky, sweaty, breathless mess beneath me. I didn't care how tired she was I took my fill of her with my mouth until I was satisfied. She didn't deserve such pleasure, but after three whole days away from her I found that I was the one having trouble stopping.

Punishment would surely come later but I needed her now. I needed to remind her everything she had missed out on due to her foolishness.

It was many hours later when she was dripping from both ends that I finally began to feel even a little sated. I was almost ready to completely forgive her but I had one last little game up my sleeve.

Her body trembled as she laid boneless and spent on my bed. I could tell she was buzzing with pleasure and I grazed over all of the new bruises I left on her. I released my whips and tied her up before she realized what was happening.

I wasn't being careful, but she couldn't see me so I didn't care. My whips tightened around her and she wriggled under the pressure as the sharp barbs began to press into her flesh, cutting it slowly. The cuts weren't deep enough to leave permanent damage, and as her body began to cover with slashes of red I was reminded of the way she looked the first time I saw her naked. The glistening, shining blood on her pale skin was bewitching.

"M-master?" her stuttering voice caught my attention.

With a smirk I ran my finger through her raw and dripping folds. It was so red after everything I had done to it and I enjoyed the sight. The only marks she would have from now on would be from me. As it was I hated seeing that bite mark on her shoulder. Those should have been my teeth marks, not some random demons.

"Little wife, the fun has just begun. Now that I'm finally satisfied with you I can properly administer your punishments. Surely you can't be tired yet."

She let out a yelp as I once more tightened my whips around her.

"You haven't forgotten your previous lessons about answering me, have you?"

"N-no master. Forgive me. Please, do to me as you wish. Whatever it takes for me to be yours again."

Something in my heart twisted at her words. She had always been mine, did she not know that?

No matter, from now on I would make sure she never forgets it.