11: Muzan

It was even harder to resist her after giving her everything that I was, even after revealing what I had done to her mother and how she had barely reacted with anything short of joy, it was simply impossible. I hadn't left her side for three whole days, this was worse then when I first got her.

It didn't help that I could sense demon slayers crawling around the city. The ones who had gone missing must have caused some distress and the thought of them finding us paranoid me to no end. I would be fine, but I could no longer entrust the safety of my wife to anyone else.

It was frustrating because if I brought her here I would get nothing done, but if I left her alone I still would get nothing done because I'd worry too much like some foolish human. Having a lookout didn't ease my thoughts after what happened to the last one. I'd thought about sending one of my upper moons to watch her, but they had more important things to do. I also didn't trust any of them with her life. I was the only one who could protect her.

I hated that I cared so much about her. How obsessed I had grown. It was getting to the point where turning her was becoming a better option by the minute. When I marked her up it only made my hunger for her grow, and when she said my name? It was over.

It wasn't as if she'd say no either. I was nearly positive that now she would let me turn her with no issue, but then I thought of her in the sun again. Over the months her body had filled out and she looked so full of vitality and life that I couldn't help but enjoy her as she was.

She tried tanning the other day during a particularly sunny afternoon. I could only watch, but I took comfort in the fact that no one else could bother her either. The yard was fenced and there were trees surrounding the area. The only reason there was even a sun spot to begin with was because it came with the house and I had never bothered to fix it.

Watching the sun warm her scarred skin was more pleasant then I could've ever imagined. I thought back to when she asked me about returning to the mountains and I decided that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

That night, after my little wife settled into our bed, I slipped from her grasp and called for my upper three. I had him help me search the mountains for a different cabin as I refused to return to that old one. I didn't want to relive the memories that were kept there.

It took a few hours but eventually we found a cottage that seemed abandoned. I sent my subordinate off to gather more info on it while I cleaned the place up. It was filled with dust and spiders but it seemed completely untouched. Outside there was a thick perimeter of wild flowers. It was a pretty sight that I wished my wife could see.

Without thinking I began plucking some. About halfway through a large bouquet I realized that I had no idea what I was doing with them and with a scowl I went inside to put them in a vase. For once I was glad my wife was blind because it meant she would never see this kind of romantic gesture.

I was a demon for crying out loud, I didn't do this kind of thing. Ever.

At the very least it would help with the musty smell. Yes, that had to be why I of all people was picking fresh flowers. I was sure of it. Any way it wasn't like she didn't deserve it. Every woman I knew liked the scent of flowers.

When Akaza returned it appeared that this cottage was, in fact, abandoned. While he was here I took some to ask how search for the blue spider lily was going and once more he only disappointed me. I sent him on his way with a fractured skull and continued arranging flowers around the house.

There were so many that they just had to be culled. The whole place was overgrown really but the long grass was soft and I was willing to bet my wife was going to want to play in it like the sweet child she was at heart.

Besides I was not going to stoop to mowing the grass.

Not even for her.

Okay, maybe for her if she gets hurt somehow, but it was just grass what was the worse thing she could do to herself?

When the smell of dust had cleared the house I admired my work. The place was now filled with bright flowery life. It almost looked like it could be a flower shop in here. I took pride in myself at the sight and returned in an instant to my wife's side.

She was just beginning to wake and I roused her gently with a kiss. Her eyes fluttered opened and the look she gave me was nothing short of perfection. I kissed her again, deepening it with my hand on the back of her head.

She tasted so sweet, and now that I've gotten addicted to her I didn't know what to do with myself. She made me hunger for things I didn't typically crave. I wanted to have her again and again, I didn't care if she got tired halfway through I needed to take my fill when the mood struck.

Her soft moans were the sweetest music. She was simply perfection and I wanted to see her happy. I wanted to see her glowing smile again and again.

Maybe I could ease her into the idea of turning. I couldn't bare the thought of her hating me, yet I hated myself more for even thinking that way. I was her master, I owned her through and through. She would submit to my will, she had promised.

"Little wife, tell me something." I leaned away from her and sat on the bed.

"Yes Lord Muzan. What would you like to know?"

"How do you feel about us demons, tell me about how you feel about me in particular. Does it bother you?"
She tilted her head, "I don't believe so. I don't have much experience with demons. Other than when I was young."

"What happened in your childhood little wife," I moved to get more comfortable and so that I could face here fully.

She propped herself up on one arm, "My mother escaped with me and the man she claimed was my father. On the road a demon attacked us. It was the first time I had seen a demons aura and I knew from then on what it was. He killed my supposed father and mauled my mother."

"And you?"

"A demon slayer came to our rescue before it could harm us any further. I got away with just a few bruises."

"Yet you do not praise the slayers for their acts."

She laughed dryly, "I did for a time, but it didn't take long for me to realize that while they may have saved me from a demon, they did not save me from my mothers wrath." She looked down with a saddened glint in her eye.

I took her head in my hands, "No need to relieve your entire past little wife. This is enough for now."

She offered me a sad smile, "My apologies master. I just recalled some of the men Lady Hina had allowed into my body and it was not a pleasant thought." I felt my temper flare. Yes, the men who had hurt her. If I could I would've slaughtered every last one of them.

I took her chin and kissed her again, "You know I would murder every last man who had ever dared to touch you, right?"

I was surprised at her blush. It would seem she was just as messed up as me and I relished in the fact that she wasn't afraid of me or my powers in the slightest. Daki didn't fear me because she believed I harbored some kind of feelings for her, Douma didn't fear me because he was a psychopathic idiot, and Kokushibo didn't fear me because he was loyal.

For a human to offer me that same kind of unwavering loyalty, and to not even bat an eye at the idea of death was a rare find indeed.

I pinched her cheek lightly, "Oh? Does this idea please you little wife?"
She hid her face, "I didn't want to admit it out loud master, but yes."

"My, my you are quite the wild one. I'd say your almost a demon yourself."

She giggled her charming laugh and I felt her reaching around for my hand. I allowed her to hold it without my glove. Her palms were a little sweaty, but it was nice to have her reaching for me so intimately.

"It would appear so. Abuse… does that to a person. There had been a few men that asked for my hand, but when I accepted they always seemed to disappear. I just thought that no one loved me."

"You are loved," I cursed myself at my quick response. I almost finished that sentence with by me and that was not step I was ready to take yet, even if I felt otherwise deep down. She seemed to get the hint as she squeezed my hand.

"Thank you master."

It was insane how three words had my entire world perspective tilted. As badly as I would've liked to have her know how I truly felt I couldn't. At least, not yet. Maybe after I turned her. Maybe after I found the blue spider lily so we could both walk in the sun together and be the perfect couple for all of eternity.

I didn't realize before how much I liked that idea. I liked it so much that I knew it would have to be so.

"Little wife. I would like to turn you so that you are like me."

She sat up lightening fast. I could hear her heartbeat in her eyes and I was startled by her reaction, "What?" she was stammering, "what do you mean Lord Muzan?"

"I mean as I said. Perhaps not today, but it would be preferable for you to live by my side until the end of time."

I watched in amusement as she grew flustered. Her cheeks went red and she twirled her fingers in her hair. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to think of something but I hushed her with a finger to her lips.

"Hush now. I don't require an answer at this very moment, but I would like you to think about it. I don't wish for any more harm to come to you, nor do I wish to watch you grow old and die. Losing you would drive me to madness."

I placed my hand against the side of her head and along her neck. I could feel her heart beating hard at my request. I was a little disappointed when she didn't answer with an immediate yes, however she had the luxury of time to think about it. At least for a little while. I'll seek my answer from her soon enough.

I refused to think about what I'd do if she said no.

"Master, can I ask you something?"

"You may."

"What is like, being a demon?"

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. I hadn't really put much thought into what I was, I just knew that I was a nearly flawless being. I pulled my little wife closer to me and laid her head in my lap. I wanted to stroke her hair while I answered her.

"It is a timeless, endless feeling. The years go by in the blur, although lately the clock seems to have slowed down when I am with you. Being a demon is the most powerful feeling in the world. Our only flaw is that we are unable to walk in the sun."

I bent over a little so that I could look down at my wife. She looked relaxed in my hold and I smirked at the sight of her shoulder peaking out from under the kimono. I caressed the skin there, how could I resist such a display?

She shivered, "Is it lonely as a demon?"

Yes, "No. Not really. Did my proposal bring about all these questions little wife? You aren't usually this curious."

"I suppose so. You have me thinking about eternity and life. Human beings are such frail creatures in comparison to demons, at least that what it seems like to me. I'm sure that if I were in peak human health there still would be no way for me to fight against you."

I chuckled, "You would be right in that little wife. My power is the greatest out there. I would use every ounce of it to keep you safe."

Her eyes widened and I realized what I had just said. I looked away though it didn't matter. It was more for my own sake as I could no longer look directly at her. She rolled over a little so that her face was in my stomach and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. Such intimacy she showed towards a demon like myself.

I allowed her to hug me while I ran my hands under her kimono and against her back. Her body was so soft and warm. I craved her like no other being on this earth. I wanted to consume every inch of her, soul and all. She already belonged to me but somehow that wasn't enough. Before speaking it aloud I never realized just how badly I wanted her to turn, for her to tell me that she would be with me in eternity.

To rid myself of these annoying thoughts I slid my hand down her skin until I my finger brushed against her bottom. She gasped and shifted so that it was slightly up in the air and the kimono had fallen to show off more of that lovely skin of hers.

I teased her folds and chuckled at how wet she was already, "Oh my, do I excite you that much little wife?" She squirmed at my touch and I was practically salivating at her excitement.

"I crave your touch Lord Muzan," she admitted between heavy pants. She pushed back against my fingers and I found the sight amusing.

"Patience sweet wife. You know I always take care of you."

My wife gasped as I rolled my fingers over her swollen clit. That pretty blush crossed her face and I instructed her to lie back so I could admire her further. I stripped her of the kimono. While the blue and gold hues against her skin was ravishing, the cloth was more annoying on.

"Mm-master. I love the way you feel against me."

I raised eyebrow as I smirked, "Oh? Tell me more little wife. Tell me all the things you enjoy about me."

Her mouth was open as I began to curl my fingers inside her wetness. She was so soft and velvety, I simply couldn't get enough. I'd sooner walk in the sun than lose this.

As the realization of that thought dawned on me, I cursed myself. I hated that she had such a grip on me, but I knew this was how it would be from now on.

My wife shifted and her legs fell open more, "I-I love your fingers in me. I love your lips, your warm kisses. M-master I could be under you forever and it still wouldn't be enough. When you f-fucked me for the first time I was seeing stars."

Her voice was soft and she kept stammering, but her words stuck with me. I smiled at her honeyed words and leaned down to put pressure on her sweet neck. My fangs grazed her jugular and my instincts wanted me to bite down but I resisted. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her right now.

I sucked on her instead, tasting her sweat and listening to her sweet mewls of pleasure. I felt her walls clenching down on me and she arched into me as she finished swiftly. I got my mouth right against her ear and licked it, "You look so pretty coming on my fingers like that little wife. Let's see if you can do it again."

I didn't stop my fingers and she kept squirming and screaming louder and louder. Her arms wrapped around me and I reveled in the way she scratched up my back as I removed my clothing. Moments after she finished a second time I replaced my fingers with my cock before she could take even a second to relax.

Her body clenched around me and I hissed at the feeling. It was so tight, so perfect, so wet. It was everything I could've ever wanted, and it was all for me. As I began to move her moans only spurred me on.

"Little wife," I whispered, feeling myself lose some of my control, "let me hear you. Let me hear how much you need me."

"Ooh, master… Lord Muzan. It's so good, so hot. I love when you're inside me. I don't want anyone else in the world."

From this angle I could easily look down at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had the sheets balled up in her fists. It was a marvelous sight to see her become so undone beneath me. I took her hands and held them in mine above her head.

My face was close enough to hers that I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she panted and whined and begged for more. I gladly gave it to her harder and faster until I could barely contain myself. I nibbled roughly at her neck, making sure to leave all kinds of little bites and bruises along her collarbone.

Seeing her peppered with bruises was quite the sight. While I thrust into her I took at moment to look at her, to truly admire her gorgeous and ethereal features. She was the prettiest wife I had ever had. She was the sweetest thing I could have ever asked for and while there was just the tiniest part of me that felt that I did not deserve her affections, I quickly squashed that feeling when I saw her looking at me with eyes full of absolute adoration.

"Little wife," I grunted out. I was getting close, "tell me how much you love this, what I do to you. Tell me you can't live without my touch!" I didn't like the slight sound of desperation in that last part but the irritation melted away as her fingers reached up to touch wherever they could.

They traveled up my arms, making me shiver. A smile played on her delicate lips but I didn't let her answer as I kissed her deeply. I grew more frantic with my movements. Between kisses I let her in on my plans, "I put some thought into your request, sweet wife, I think I'll indulge you in taking another mountain trip. So," I gripped as I was about to finish, "get ready and we'll head out tonight."

The feeling of her clenching around me had me come undone. For the moment, I was spent though no completely satisfied. I kissed her cheek and she was breathing heavily. Her eyes lit up as she realized what I had said.

"Really?"
I chuckled, "Yes. Really."

She nuzzled into my palm as I caressed her face, "Thank you master."