9: Muzan

It has been a rough couple of months for me.

Between my useless upper moons, the lack of a cure, and my growing hunger for my wife I could barely concentrate on my day to day tasks. I had just finished up a meeting with Akaza and all he had for me was more disappointing news.

The only thing keeping me sane was my lovely little obedient wife. I could play with her and fiddle with her body in any way I chose and she would sing marvelously. I could play with her as much as I wanted and she stayed strong.

I've bound her, gagged her, cut her, choked her. I've done nearly everything and yet she took it all with a smile and begged for more. I didn't know what kind of crazed shit her mother did to her but she had somehow raised the perfect woman.

Aoi didn't appear to hate it either, and that made it all the more exciting. There was nothing that turned me off more than the thought of her screaming in serious pain. I wanted to hear her screams of pleasure and delight, only punishing her when the occasion arrived.

That was another thing, aside from that one incident I have barely needed to raise my hand at her since. She got it. I didn't have to keep training her like some dumb animal. One time was all it took for her to learn her lesson. At the moment she was the only thing in my life going right. I picked up the bubbling flask before me and swirled it.

I had to move all of my study things out of the house with Aoi because I found that I couldn't concentrate if she was within fifty feet of me. I could hear her heartbeat and that was enough to distract me from my experiments.

The things I really wanted to do to that woman was not something I could do lightly despite my desperation. Once I give in to those damn base desires I would have no way of getting out of this without killing her or turning her. It was getting harder to ignore by the day. Every time I looked at her or heard her moans, all I could think about was turning her.

But I've been down that path before, turning someone without their permission. It always ended them same, with them hating me. Anyone else I wouldn't care about, anyone else I could have toyed with and tortured until the end of time, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt her beyond repair.

I might have been able to live with her anger, but if she developed a deep hatred for me like that Tomayo woman, then I don't know what I'd do. All it would take is one moment alone and she could walk herself into the sun, killing herself like all of my other wives had.

As it stood I was beginning to grow paranoid about leaving her. Even after what happened all those weeks I didn't want to leave her side, but I had to get back to work. To ease my mind I've been having someone watch her so I could check up on her through their eyes. Lately I've noticed that some strange men have been circling my house. I hated feeling so conflicted like this because we had clearly caught someone's attention. This was all because I decided to take her instead of insisting on buying her.

Had I bought her like a normal person then things would've gone smoothly. But no, I had to do something reckless.

After all these years of being just under the radar I was making all kinds of mistakes just because of a pretty face.

For the third time that hour I looked through the demon's eyes and watched the house. All was quiet and I was thankful for that. I could see her downstairs and it looked like she was by the piano. I found myself wondering if she knew how to play or if she was learning.

I shook my head. Stop thinking about her. Stop. You have more important things to be working on right now.

My hand had just touched the glass beaker when a frantic message was sent to me.

"Lord Muzan! Someone just broke into your house and is trying to take your wife. I'm in pursuit now but oh – oh no – no – NO!"

The ghost of a sword cutting through my neck interrupted the mental message. I grit my teeth in anger. A demon slayer.

I wasted no time teleporting over there. I was well aware that this could have been a trap so I had my senses on high alert, but I refused to leave my wife defenseless. Not again. I followed the trail into the forest behind my home. As far as I could tell it was two low class slayers and one hashira. The two felt weak, but the hashira was somewhat strong.

I hid within the shadows as I neared when I sensed the slayers growing closer. Hushed yet panicked whispering voices could be heard.

"You sure there's a demon in that house?"

"Yes. I only felt it once but there is definitely something evil in that house. For whatever reason it wants to keep this woman alive."

"Let go of me you creeps! Help! Help! Master where are you?" I smiled at my wife. She did good calling for no one else but me. If I wanted to save her I would need to reveal myself. I didn't know if she was ready for that, but I was left with little choice as the slayers tried to silence her. I stepped forward from the shadows.

"I would appreciate it if you put my wife down. Do that and I'll make sure your deaths are painless."

The four of them began to freeze in fear when they saw me.

"What the hell is that?"

"Oh hell no I didn't sign up for this!"

"Hold your ground slayers. We must not –"

The hashira did not get to finish his sentence. He must have been new because while I did sense that he was quite powerful, he felt weak in comparison to the few who I've fought before. His head fell to the ground and rolled away in a somewhat comical way. The others, having their wits about them, screamed and dropped my wife unceremoniously to the ground.

Not wanting any witnesses, and to make them pay for dropping her, I snapped my fingers and their bodies were pierced with my whips. I began to consume all of the bodies to be rid of the evidence.

I looked down and Aoi who was bowing at my feet, "Master. You came for me yet again. Thank you."

She was blind, not deaf, so I knew she heard them mention that I was a demon. I know she heard me threaten their lives. I thought perhaps that this was it, she would call me disgusting or something along those lines before disappearing into the night forever. If she were to run, I wasn't sure if I had the strength to stop her. As much as I wanted to I didn't have the willpower to force her to stay with me, but the thought of her leaving sent a wave of anger and pain through my chest.

If she ran, what would I do? Give chase and turn her, or continue watching her from the shadows. Would I stop her from killing herself and lock her away again?

Instead of any of that however, she continued to grovel at my feet. Very interesting indeed.

"Stand little wife," she did so and the look of relief on her face was not something I was expecting to see. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, or rather my aura I suppose. After the time we had spent together I was beginning to expect a warm greeting when I returned home, but tonight I hadn't thought such a luxury was possible. I put my hand around the back of her neck in that familiar way and she leaned into the touch.

"You're not afraid of me?"

"Why would I be?" she said it so quickly and innocently that I almost didn't believe her. Even stranger she grew.

"Little wife, I'm going to give you this one chance to tell me exactly what you heard just now. And remember, tell me the truth."

Her face faltered and that all but confirmed it. I knew how to read her so well. I did not think I would have to lose her after all I had invested into her. Surely she would not want to remain with me. Who would. I steeled myself as she opened her mouth.

"Those men that kidnapped me claimed to be demon slayers. Clearly, they had the wrong house. They must have been common thieves."

She was lying. She had to be... right? There was no good reason why she would want to continue living with me with everything I've done to her. She couldn't be that delusional. Yet her smile didn't waver. In our time I had come to learn that my wife was a terrible liar, so the look on her face confused me greatly. She reached up to touch my stunned face and I just let her. She frowned when I didn't respond and for the first time in a very, very long time I didn't know what to say.

"Master?" she questioned in her soft voice.

This meant that if she knew, she either didn't care or didn't wish to leave me. She was choosing to stay with me. A demon. She could've had anyone in the entire world, and yet she was risking my wrath to stay by my side.

"Are you lying to me?" I narrowed my eyes even though she couldn't see.

Her eyes lowered to my feet and her hand fell from my face. Before it could return to her side I grabbed it and pulled her until her body was against mine. She didn't answer me right away but for once I found that I didn't want her to answer for a change. I didn't want to know what she thought of me.

"Master. I can see your aura. I – I've always..."

Realization dawned over me. My aura. My aura. Of course. How had I not realized it before? She had always known what I am. Everything suddenly made so much more sense, it all clicked on why she never questioned anything going on around her. It wasn't just because she couldn't see, she knew. Who knew I could be tricked by a blind woman.

That was it. I couldn't resist her any longer.

I took hold of her and gave her the one thing I had never given anyone in all my decades of living. A kiss. If she could survive a night of my full hunger than I could never let her go again. As it was I already needed her in my life, I needed her with almost as much desperation as I needed the damned blue spider lily.

Keeping her was almost as important as finding that flower.

Sure I've kissed my former wives on the cheeks and foreheads when we were out in public, but the thought of giving any of them this kind of close knit affection disgusted me. With Aoi it was different. I wanted her, craved her in fact. I needed her touch, her breath, her everything.

I didn't care if I wasn't her first kiss, I would surely be her last.

She kissed me back with such ferocity, nipping at my mouth and piratically throwing herself at me. There was a stirring in my chest at the thought that she wanted to kiss me as much as I did her. I was sure I would regret letting her become a part of me like this but I didn't care for once. If it meant I could finally have her in the way I wanted then it would be worth it.

"Master," her voice came out in shaky breaths. I loved the way it sounded. It was the best music to have this woman calling for me in such a seductive and begging tone.

"My lovely little wife," I whispered into her ear, "Aoi."

Her head shot back but I didn't give her the time to question me. Instead I pushed us forward while teleporting us at the same time so we landed onto my bed. Her body opened to me and I greedily captured her lips again.

"Master," she moaned as I kissed her feverishly. This was it. This was what I had so desperately been wanting. I wanted to kiss her until she couldn't breathe, until her lips were swollen and wet. I put my hand on the back of her neck to pull her in as close as psychically possible.

Just short of absorbing her she would never be close enough.

"Say my name little wife. I am your master, your husband, your Lord Muzan."

I felt her chest heave at the news. I hadn't planned on sharing such vital information with her but I wanted to hear her say my name. No, I needed to hear her say it. It was such a silly need, but I wasn't going to deny myself of my wants any longer. I wanted to hear the sound of it come out of her pretty little lips as she moaned it breathlessly. She would be screaming my name at the top of her lungs when I was ramming inside of her.

I couldn't believe, let alone begin to understand, why she would choose me but I found it didn't matter. She was, and always would be, mine. I gave her very little warning as I ripped off her kimono and slammed my hardened cock deep inside of her hot, wet warmth. I was so pleased that she was already so ready for me. I laughed inwardly, was just a couple of kisses all it took to get her going?

My body shuddered at the feeling and she clawed at the pillows. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as she took all of me.

I was simply enjoying just being inside of her but I wanted to hear her moan.

"Ah, oh my – master. Y- you want me?"

"Of course my little wife. You've shown me that I really do own your mind and body," I grunted when I felt her tighten at my words, "you are, hah, so tight and so good my little wife. I want to hear you screaming for me."

"Yes master, oh master."

I slapped her and grabbed her by the face, "My name sweetheart," I growled out at her, "say my fucking name when I'm buried inside you like this."

Her body shuddered when she suddenly came, but I didn't stop, "Yes. Master Muzan. My master, my Lord. You feel wonderful inside me."

The thrill I felt at hearing her voice call out to me had me wanting to ruin her in every way that I could. He walls rippled around me and I watched as she sucked in a breath, her stomach flattening and her cheeks flushing.

More. I needed more. I held her down by the neck and she reached up to grip my arms with all of her strength. While it wasn't much I could feel her nails digging into me and I willed my body not to heal for a few moments just so I could momentarily share some marks with her.

When I came I came harder than anytime she had ever sucked me off. This feeling was far better than anything her mouth could've performed. That was not to say however that I would turn away her pretty lips, but from now on I only wanted to seek pleasure this way. After tonight I could no abandon her ever again. If she left me now I would give chase and I would turn her and lock her away. I gave her the chance to run and she chose to stay.

I fell onto the bed while pulling her on top of me. I forced her to stay sitting on my barely softened cock and I ran my hands down her sweaty body. I retracted my clothes so that I could feel more of her skin and she was so burning hot against me. A memory sparked from deep within and I briefly wondered if this is what the heat of the sun felt like.

Her hands rested on my chest and I could feel her exploring me. Her soft hands on me brought me more pleasure than I would ever admit and I smirked up at her. She was panting hard and I could feel her squeezing me.

"You are an excellent wife."

She blushed, "Thank you master."

I gripped her hips, "From now on I am your Lord Muzan. I want to hear my name come out of that sweet mouth of yours every time I bring you to completion." Her hands went up to her face to hide her embarrassment, but I pulled them away.

"Thank you, Lord Muzan. I'm so privileged to belong to you."

Her eyes were shining as she looked down at me. The look in her eyes brought me back up to full hardness and I took her hips and moved her up and down on me. She blushed and moaned, her nails clawing at my chest as she threw her head back in pleasure. The sight was mesmerizing.

"Now that I've taken you in every way, you must know that I've never given anyone else this privilege and if you ever betray me I will make you suffer. I can not bare the sight of you with another or hating me. You are not allowed to leave me ever."

"No, no never Lord Muzan," she panted heavily, "I want you. Only you, from now until forever."

I didn't want to think about forever, for right now this moment was enough for me. I didn't want to think about losing her, but the thought of turning her weighed me down once more. If she said no I would force her anyway. I refused to believe she would hate me for it, but there was still a small possibility of it happening and I would not be able to live with the thought.

She whimpered and I felt her grind on me. I smiled, though I was sure it was not a nice one, and let go of her.

"Lord Muzan?" she questioned as her grinding slowed.

"Go ahead little wife. I want to watch you try to find your pleasure without me. Ride me."

Slowly, she began to find her pace again. She tried to go faster but with the angle she was currently at that didn't seem possible. She supported herself with her arms on my shoulders but I could tell she was loosing stamina.

I bounced her for a moment and she clenched around me. I laughed, "Aw, do you need some help little wife? Is it too hard for you?"

She nibbled on her bottom lip, "Yes Lord Muzan. P-please. Please fuck me. Please use me as your toy. I am yours."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I flipped us with ease and began to pound into her mercilessly. Her cries and moans grew louder and louder and she tightened around me as I came inside her spectacularly once more.

I was nowhere near ready to stop, in fact our fun was just beginning.