Sanemi's sword slices against the tatami mat, slicing with ease. His mind is on you and when you are due to return. He's upset that you were set on a mission - your first one at that - while he was out on his own. He's positive that you were ecstatic and jumping with joy - it causes his heart to beat harder. He regrets not being there to send you off, even when his nerves screams at him to find you.
You're an adult, he tells himself.
You're now a slayer, fully capable of fighting low-level demons.
But still, you were someone he cared about.
Sanemi cannot keep his mind at ease when Genya is away on missions, now that he has you and his brother on his mind, he's sure he'll never find peace.
Sorai, Sanemi's crow, flocks his wings and places himself on a sliced tatami mat. The words released from the crows mouth has Sanemi's eyes widening and his blood going cold.
Rengoku.
Dead.
Kyojuro is dead.
Sanemi's right hand clenches his sword in his palm.
"I will annihilate all unsightly demons." he hisses, turning away to make his way out of his home. His heart is pumping out his chest now and his nerves are screaming.
Kyojuro was a Hashira - a skilled one. What did that mean for you and Genya? You were out on a mission as we speak, too far away to know of Kyojuro's death but that doesn't ease his nerves one bit. He feels jittery. His mind is wandering to you fighting whatever demon you were sent out to and returning with serious injuries. His heart clenches when his mind flashes with you covered in blood, body lifeless.
"Sorai!" Sanemi hisses and his crow squawks. "Go find Y/N."
Sorai flocks his wings and begins his journey. Lilac eyes follow him until he's nothing but a mere figure in the sky.
Sanemi inhales deeply and exhales. He runs a calloused hand through his hair and down his face. He notices that his hand is trembling lightly with nerves.
You release a low sigh when you notice the familiar sight of the Butterfly Mansion. Your body aches and your ears are still ringing, but you manage to make it in one piece.
"CAW!"
Sharp feet landed upon your hiss at the impact, wailing your hands around. "Sorai?" you murmur. "Where's Sanemi?" you ask the crow.
"Shinazugawa-sama has sent me to assure your safety!" the crow squawks.
You find yourself grinning. You pet the crows head lightly. "Yes, I've arrived safely." you tell him. "I'm going to the Butterfly Mansion to assure my injuries aren't severe."
Sorai squawks again, wings flapping to fly and give the news to Sanemi.
You enter the mansion to find it surprisingly quiet.
"Y/N-chan!"
It's Naho. She's crying at the sight of you - did you look that bad?
"I'll go get Aoi! Shinobu-san is busy."
You follow behind her to the infirmary. You're glad you can finally lay down and relax.
You enter the room and groan. You fell onto the nearest bed and sighed.
"You must be in such pain." Aoi murmurs, eyeing the way your ears hold dried blood.
"Little bit." you mumble a response. "Just feel a little…tired." you close your eyes, lids feeling heavy.
"Okay. You can sleep,Y/N-chan. I'll give you some medicine for your wounds."
You're into a deep sleep by the time you hear Aoi's words. It felt nice to be able to relax for now and not worry about anything.
Sanemi slams the shoji doors open, causing several nurses to yelp in surprise.
"Shinazugawa!" Aoi growls, eyebrows knitting into a scowl. "How many times-"
"What happened to her?"
Aoi watches with angered eyes as Sanemi stalks towards your sleeping figure.
Sanemi lowers himself to inspect you. There's a few scratches on your skin and blood (dried) on the sides of your ears.
"She passed out around 10 minutes ago." Aoi responds. "Now leave, she needs-"
Sanemi sits on the bed beside yours, deciding to ignore Aoi altogether. Aoi scoffs. She turns her head to the other nurses and nods. They continue to scurry off out of the room.
"I'll be back with some medicine for her." Aoi grumbles and makes her way out of the room.
Sanemi allows himself to breathe now. When Sorai had come back to him and stated that you had returned safely but at the Butterfly Mansion, he had to be sure you were safe.
It was three hours later when you finally stirred awake. You feel groggily and your eyes are heavy. You yawned, pushing yourself up in the bed.
"You're awake."
You yelp at the sudden voice. "Nemi."
Sanemi's arms are crossed over his chest, eyes studying you.
"How long have you been here?"
Sanemi shrugs. "Not too long." Sanemi responds. He hasn't left since you were emitted.
"Ah," you lean against the metal frame. "I've returned from my mission."
You're smiling tiredly at him.
"My heart feels so full and heavy. My mind cannot focus on anything." you explain. "It's all so overwhelming to return alive and well."
"Your ears are bleeding. Are you sure you're well?"
"Yes." you nod. "The demon was a very loud screamer." you giggle to yourself.
Sanemi swallows. He's unsure how he was going to tell you about Kyojuro. You've grown close to the man and learning of his death would cause you great sorrow, and he didn't like to see you upset or sad.
"Nemi?"
"Kyojuro…" Sanemi begins. "...went on a mission before you had. He didn't make it."
You tilt your head, ears registering his words.
"Kyojuro…is dead?" you swallow, throat dry.
It feels foolish to cry for someone knowing that this life was never guaranteed. You've grown close to him, sometimes speaking with him whenever you were free.
"Nemi…" you trail off, feeling your eyes become wet. You feel for Kyojuro and his family and it even feels selfish of you to be scared for Sanemi's life now. Kyojuro was a Hashira just like Sanemi and if he was ultimately brought to death…
Your legs ache, but you do not hesitate to jump from your bed to where Sanemi sat. You wrapped him in a tight embrace, wet eyes crushing into his neck.
Sanemi's shocked by your actions. He didn't know Kyojuro's death would impact you this much.
You sniffled in his neck. "I don't want you to ever be in harm's way." you murmur. Sanemi, Genya, Shinra…you didn't want to see death for anyone apart from the Corps.
Sanemi gulps. He places an arm around you to bring you closer. He doesn't usually touch you - sober, that was - but you were always clingy. He wants to comfort you, to tell you that everything would be alright. He wants to tell you that he wasn't going to die - but he doesn't wish to disappoint you with false promises he couldn't guarantee.
Sanemi doesn't speak as he holds onto you, but he's positive that he too does not wish you to ever be in harm's way - he's unsure if he would be able to live with himself if you or Genya didn't come back from a mission alive.
Ginko. Tokito Muichiro's Crow: I overhead Shinazugawa-sama speaking to Oyakata-sama about his weak Tsuguko, Y/n. He doesn't want her going on missions by herself!
The next few months consist of you and Sanemi attending missions alongside one another, sometimes with other slayers. You want to question why you haven't been on a solo mission, but you don't. You assume after Kyojuro's death, that the Corps would rather keep lower ranks with higher ones, but you cannot be 100% sure.
However, you wouldn't complain about being sent out with Sanemi. He was more of a guide, making sure nothing got too hectic for you - and it never did. He allowed you to behead any demons that you saw and the mission was complete. Then the two of you would return back to the estate until the next mission.
Weekly, you would have lunch that you'd cook with Sanemi, Genya, Shinra and Muichiro (whenever they weren't sent on missions). Sanemi managed to bite his tongue and instead would grumble to himself, but it was progress. You enjoyed cooking for them and saw the three younger boys as little brothers.
Sanemi drew the line when you invited more - Tanjiro was such a lovely boy that you couldn't help but want to feed him. With Tanjiro came Zenitsu and Inosuke - a brawl ensued when Inosuke insulted Sanemi and Genya retorted, both teenagers throwing insults and punches. But you enjoyed the lunch, nonetheless.
"We have another mission." Sanemi says during breakfast. "Hiyori delivered it while you were bathing."
"Ah, is that so?" you bring the sweet potato in your mouth and bite.
Sanemi nods. "A Hashira is to be present. Me." he says. "More slayers are attending, as well. We were told to pack a bag - it might take longer than we expect."
You nod and when the two of you are done with breakfast, you go to pack your bag. It can be classified as an undercover mission, so casual wear is expected.
It's not long that you, Sanemi and a group of slayers are making your journey to Shinjuku, expected to arrive right in the evening. Sanemi wasn't one to make stops, so you managed to pack a few snacks for the long way.
Once you arrive to Shinjuku you're relieved. The sun was barely shining and you just wanted to find whatever demon was here and kill it. Seeing as the lot of you were expected to be undercover, you're sure it wouldn't work out that way.
"You," Sanemi points to a group of 5 slayers. "find an inn and see what you can gather about our mission."
The five slayers bow and head on their way. Sanemi's turns his eyes to another four. "You do the same in the opposite direction."
There's only you, him and two slayers left - one girl named Sumire and a boy by the name of Roshi. "There's an inn on the outskirts of Shinjuku. We'll head there, find a room and change. The sun will fall soon and we'll have to investigate whatever demon lurks here."
The inn wasn't far and a ten minute walk has you four arriving there. It appears to be the nicest Inn in the city for it to be such a long distance from it.
"Welcome in!" a woman behind the counter eyes the four of you, her eyes recognizing the uniform displayed. "Two rooms?"
"Four." Sanemi corrects.
"Ah…" the woman leans forward, eyes staring at Sanemi's chest, a grin formed onto her lips. "I apologize, sir, but we only do couples in Shinjuku."
Sanemi scoffs. "What type of shit is that?" he hisses. He's never heard of an entire city only catering to couples.
"We're known as a honeymoon retreat here." the lady shrugs. "I do apologize for any inconvenience."
"It's fine." you sigh. "I can room with Sumire-"
"Please don't." Roshi whimpers, shaking his head. He wanted to be nowhere near Sanemi - especially not when his annoyance was rising. "I'll take the floor so Sumire can have the bed - really!"
"Then it's settled. Two rooms for two couples." the lady turns to grasp a set of keys in both manicured hands and she dangles them out for you all to grasp.
Sanemi snatches the key and scurries down the hall while Sumire takes the other.
"We'll get settled, changed and make our way out for the night." you tell Sumire and Roshi.
"Yes." Sumire and Roshi reply in unison.
Sanemi slams the door shut as the two of you enter, dropping his bag onto the large bed.
"The sun will be setting soon." you note aloud. "Do we have a set plan?"
"There's obviously something going on here." Sanemi says. He removes a yukata from his belongings. "Shinjuku was not known to be a couples retreat - not until now."
"Do you think whatever demons here are targeting couples?" you tilt your head to think. Eating two people would be smarter than one, but still, a demon was stronger than a regular civilian. "It seems to be a lot of effort on the demon's part."
Sanemi shrugs. Whatever the demon was doing, he'd be sure to put an end to it.
Sanemi and you roamed Shinjuku. It appeared bright even when the sun was down. You noticed that it indeed was a couples affair - you noticed no one walking alone. What also caught your attention was the lack of children present - or those who were older.
"You two look new here."
Sanemi's eyes flicker to the voice.
"We are." you smile at them, inching closer to Sanemi.
"Oh! How long have you two been married?" the woman asks and now you're unsure what to say.
"Honeymoon." Sanemi responds. "Was recommended by a friend."
The woman nods her head. "It's amazing here! We've been here twice already. Have you two been to…"
You await for her to continue, but her eyes look as if waiting for you to catch on.
"...Uh…?" you turn to Sanemi who doesn't even look interested.
"The couples…brothel?" the woman flushes bright red as she speaks, her husband laughing nervously.
"Couples brothel?"
Sanemi was intrigued now.
"Yes. You have to be approved first - we haven't."
"What do you do there?" you ask, unsure of what in the world this mission was going to put you through.
"If approved, you get to be doted on…" the woman is far too embarrassed to continue but you're sure you get where she's going.
"Ah." you nod your head. "I never knew that was something."
"Yes. It happens every day at a different inn." the husband says.
"Today should be…"
Sanemi sighs. He has a guess of what inn it would be happening at.
"We have to go." Sanemi says, stomping off.
"Sorai." Your eyes look into the sky at the flying bird. "Inform the other slayers of the demon. Tell them to patrol the streets and make sure no civilians are harmed."
"Where are we-"
"Back to the Inn." Sanemi answers your question before you can respond. "That woman insisted on couples because that's how the demon feeds without getting caught."
"She chooses her victims strategically." you murmur. "Not everyone gets accepted."
"She must know we're slayers - or at least senses that there's something off about us." Sanemi picks up the pace. "Only way to find out…"
Sanemi wraps you in a tight embrace as you both enter the inn. It catches you by surprise - his sudden closeness.
"Hello!" a lady claps her hands at your arrival. "Are you guests here already?" it's not the same woman as yesterday, you note.
Sanemi nods his head, arms wrapped tightly around you. "Yes. We're hoping we can join."
The woman is nodding, quite aware of what Sanemi is asking of her. "You're in luck. Our mistress had not yet chosen a couple." she eyes the way you and Sanemi appear. "I'm positive we found a good choice in the two of you."
Sanemi swallows. He's unsure how, but she knows there's something off about the two of you - you aren't an ordinary couple. She's no demon, he would know if she was.
"Follow me," the woman motions with her hand for the two of you to come.
You walk, as does Sanemi. He won't admit it, but having your body against his makes him feel at ease; just knowing you're close and away from harm.
The hallway is long and seemingly away from the other rooms of the inn. The lights grow dim the closer the three of you step. You were sure it had to do with the demon.
"Go right into the room. The mistress will be in shortly. There are refreshments inside, as well." The woman slides open the doors and bows as you enter. "Do have some fun while you wait." She shuts them and you hear her footsteps pat down the hall until they're inaudible.
"Room's nice." your eyes scan around the room, appearing quite large in size and lights just as dim as the hallway.
Sanemi grunts but doesn't say a response. He sits upon the mat, eyes scanning for any sign of the demon.
You take a seat besides him and inhale. The room was humid.
"Have your sword ready." Sanemi murmurs. You're seated besides him, far too close. His noses appear to be heightened, your aroma nearly intoxicating him. He swallows thickly.
"It's fucking hot." Sanemi hisses. "Where's that bitch?"
You were beginning to feel the same way. Your kimono wasn't tight, but it felt as if it was sticking to you. The air felt so heavy, humid and…you shiver, goosebumps erupting onto your skin.
"I feel weird." you tell Sanemi after a long moment.
Sanemi's eyes turn to you besides him. He notes there's sweat lining your forehead and you're panting lightly. Your legs are shuffling together, hands clenching in your lap. He notes that in the midst of your anxious state, you loosened your kimono and beneath it shows your uniform - the same uniform you wore when he gifted you his haori. He'd scream and berate the perverted kakushi for a new uniform just for you to wear both, stating that you didn't want to be a bother. It wasn't that he didn't like the way you looked in it, not at all. He enjoyed it too much, often finding his eyes and mind wandering to places they shouldn't.
"You should drink something." Sanemi tears his eyes away from you to eye the refreshments besides them. There isn't any water, just wine, but it'll have to do. "Just enough so you won't feel parched."
You nod your head. You wouldn't be off your game after a sip of wine. You reach for the wine besides Sanemi, a low apology when your arm touches his. It sends a jolt throughout him, this time reaching lower than his heart.
Sanemi's eyes are shameless now. He doesn't hide the fact that he's watching you. Your hands are shaking as you take the bottle of wine in your hands. You unscrew it and begin to pour. "W-Would you like some?"
Sanemi blinks at the sound of your voice, but he nods. He takes the small, silver goblet from your trembling hands and nods his thanks. He drinks the wine in one swift movement, downing it while his eyes watch yours. He was sure he could have another, and another as long as you served him.
You aren't as fast as Sanemi. You smell the wine first before going in to take a sip. It's good - expensive too. You find yourself drinking the wine keen, enjoying the refreshing taste it gives.
Sanemi's eyes watch as the wine, a crimson red color, drips from the corner of your mouth and down your jaw, to your chin and drips onto your collarbone. It teases him, he thinks, as it slowly drips onto your exposed breasts.
Sanemi licks his lips and groans. He yanks the wine bottle and pours himself another and downs it. He goes to pour himself another one, but he feels a hand on his wrist.
"You're going to drink it all." you say, voice laced with mischief.
Sanemi inhales. The room was growing hotter.
Sanemi pours the wine, but this time he doesn't drink it. He lifts it to your own lips, tapping them so you'd open them. You do, gently drinking the wine from his hands. You couldn't contain the laughter coming from your throat as you do so, the wine splashing onto your kimono.
Sanemi feels hot all over again, his uniform beneath his yukata growing tighter.
"Nemi?"
Sanemi gulps. "Hm?"
"Do you think I'm hot?"
Sanemi coughs at your question, flushing.
Why was the room growing hotter?
Why does his clothes feel like they're sticking to him?
Sanemi was growing confused by the second - why were the two of you even in this room?
"Why do you ask?" Sanemi drops the goblet.
"Because you never say it." Were you intoxicated now? You didn't appear to be, your words weren't slurring and your vision didn't appear hazy. "Are you attracted to me?" Sanemi feels you come closer. He's stiff - you had to be drunk. You're pushing off your kimono, now just only in the revealing corp uniform. He gasps when you climb into his lap, both legs trapping him beneath you.
"You look scared." You were teasing him. You sit directly onto him, the bulge of his cock twitching when he feels the heartbeat that's your pussy. "You're supposed to be the fearless Wind Hashira."
Sanemi places his hands against your exposed thighs and groans at the smoothness of your skin. He'd often wake from dreams of you and him being in this very position - he'd either have to shower with the coldest water or pump himself until he was cumming. The last option was the most embarrassing.
"Are you afraid of me?" you're teasing him again, repeating the same words he said to you in Asakusa. Though he wasn't pressing himself against you like this, he wouldn't complain either.
Sanemi groans once more at the feeling of you slightly grinding against him.
Yes, Sanemi was afraid of you. You made him feel different - the jolting in his heart that dives all the way down to his cock. He often finds himself staring at you, so long that his eyes grow dry and he has to blink just to regain moisture. He often has to hear Uzui's and Shinobu's teasing of his feelings for you, no matter how much he attempts to deny it himself.
"No." Sanemi murmurs, even if it was a lie.
"Then kiss me." you lean forward, inches away from Sanemi's lips. He gulps, licking his lips. Your lavender aroma fills his nostrils and he finds all the sanity he had left gone.
Sanemi presses his lips against yours, his fingernails digging into the skin of your thigh. He doesn't want to let you go - whatever this was he doesn't want it to end. All that clouds his thoughts now were you - your scent, your touch, the sound of you. It intoxicates him that whatever the two of you were initially supposed to be doing in this room has since been forgotten.
You feel your throat tighten and you're being lifted. Your eyes shoot open and you're gasping for air, eyes watching someone - you? It wasn't you.
The demon had taken the form of you now, leaning against a panting Sanemi. He's in a trance, you note, not noticing that he was now in the hands of the demon. Her eyes look up at you once for a second and now, your blood is running cold. 'Lower Rank Six' engraved into her eyes.
You struggle to get yourself loose. It's obvious that the demon has Sanemi in a trance and you were the one that needed to behead the bitch.
"Thank you for bringing me a Hashira." the demon cackles. "I can show my lord that I am capable of killing a Hashira and then I'll work my way up. He has given me a second chance just for this moment!"
You struggle against a hooked tail, but manage to get one arm loose to unsheathe your sword. You swipe at it, slashing it so you can release yourself. "Get away from him!"
The demon's eyes widen but she then laughs. "I'm sorry I have to consume your lover." she taunts. "Virgins don't know what to do with a man." the demon taunts. The air appears to be foggy and once again you feel hot with desire.
"You're nothing but a demon that's going to die here." you spit at her.
The demon shrieks at your words. "Such a disgusting human! You don't deserve to be in my presence!"
You swipe your sword to dodge her attack. You needed to get this over with now before you wasted any more time. Your mind was fogging with whatever she's done, an obvious demon blood art.
"You're nothing but a weak lower moon." you spat back at her with the same venom.
The demon hisses and sends an array of attacks with her hooked tail. "Wind Breathing: Third Form:" you proceed to release a whirlwind of slashes around you to defend yourself from her attack."Clean Storm Wind Tree!" Your eyes focus on her neck - you had to finish her off now. You raise your sword and slash it across her neck, a clean swipe that cuts the demon's head right off.
The demon screams at her sudden defeat, but another gush of fog surrounds the entirety of the room just as her head and body harshly crash onto the ground.
You drop your sword beside you, making your way to Sanemi. His eyes are closed and he appears to be asleep.
"Nemi?" you call, falling to your knees. You place a hand upon his cheek and flinch when his eyes dart open. "Nemi…"
Your words trailed off and neither of you talked, only stared at the other. The room was boiling now, sweat pooling off of your body. You were sure you'd hear a pin drop with how silent the room remained.
"We should…go…" you managed to speak, but it was difficult. Your throat is dry and your ears are beginning to ring. Your clothing is uncomfortable and tight, sticking to your skin like glue. "Nemi…I-I don't feel good." you admit to him after another few moments of tortured silence. Your legs are beginning to clench together, the friction feeling good, an electric shock between your legs.
You knew this feeling, you were no prude. You were sexually frustrated. There was no doubt a wet spot between your legs and the friction of your thighs clenching together brought a temporary satisfaction. You would admit that you touched yourself often when you needed to just to let loose and unwind, but that frustration wasn't anywhere near how you felt now.
You scoff bitterly to yourself. To think you endured hellish training to become a slayer just for sexual frustration to be your downfall.
"Let's go." Sanemi nods, head heavy. "We need to get our stuff from the room."
Standing is difficult for Sanemi. His clothing is tight and there's an obvious bulge in his uniform pants. He allows you to lead the way, his sane mind screaming to not stare at the way your ass moves, but he doesn't care. He was a man, after all, a man drugged by a demon. He wants to laugh at the circumstances.
The woman is nowhere to be found when you pass the front end of the inn. You assumed she was nothing but a pawn for the demon and was left alive as long as she offered her humans to consume.
Entering the bedroom, you close the shoji doors behind you and Sanemi.
"I hope everyone else is alright." you murmur to yourself, leaning against the door. "We should probably be heading out-" You stop speaking once you realize Sanemi's hands are clenching his hair tightly. His chest is rising and falling and he appears to be in pain.
"Nemi-" you reach out to touch him, but Sanmi harshly pushes you away. Your eyes widen at the sudden action. "I-I…are you in pain? I-"
"Leave, Y/N." Sanemi's gruff voice startles you. "Go to Kocho and take the slayers with you."
"I can't leave you here." you say. You're ashamed that his voice turns you on. You hold the edge of your uniform skirt. "You're in pain-"
"You know I'm not in pain!" Sanemi hisses. His tone would have anyone else cowering, but here you stood with wide (heart) eyes and clenching thighs. "You know what you're doing to me, Y/N."
You gulp at his words.
"I'm trying my hardest not to fuck you against the wall." Sanemi stares at your face. "Leave. Now."
Sanemi turns away from you and you're shocked by his choice of words. You're certain the demon art is affecting him just as much as it's affecting you.
But…there it was. The sensation pooling between your legs - the heartbeat taunting you. His words made you wet, you note. It was a warning - don't come closer, don't keep trying to help; run away before he'd do something that he wouldn't do normally. It's a sort of adrenaline rush to be playing with fire.
"I can help you." you gulp. You decide to step closer to him and wrap your hands onto his bicep. "I want-"
Sanemi's fast in his action, gripping your jaw to press a firm kiss upon your lips. He's holding back, you know, not wishing to hurt you. He knows you haven't done this before and the sane part of him wants to stop - to not take you while he cannot control himself. "You need to leave, Y/N." Sanemi's pleading with you now. He didn't want to have your first time like this. He's trembling, all ounce of strength fighting animalistic urges. He almost feels nauseous, mind flashing in all the ways he could take you right now - how vulnerable you'd be beneath him and how good you'd look stuffed with his seed.
Sanemi shakes his head aggressively, wanting to get rid of the perverted thoughts of you, but he cannot. It's humiliating to think that these thoughts were there before, but with the demon art, it's completely unbearable.
You were always the stubborn one, never heeding warning. You raise a hand to place it upon his yukuta. You clench it to pull him forward to press your lips upon his once more. Sanemi's breathing intensifies in the kiss and still, there's a little part in him that's holding back the urges to completely demolish you like the demon art (and him, as well) desired.
"Let me help you, Nemi. It doesn't matter how long it takes!" you're pleading with him now, heavily panting when you release his lips for oxygen. You're also affected by the demon art, even if your own desires were buried deep. "You'd help me so much. I can do the same." The sound of your begs drive Sanemi wild, his mind refusing to stop sending the illusions of you in different, perverted positions until he acts upon them.
Sanemi's hands reach out to touch you, bringing you closer to him. You're against his chest and when his hands sneak out to touch the curves of your body, he knows he won't be able to stop.
Stop - Sanemi tells himself.
You'll regret this.
He'd regret this.
He's taking advantage of your vulnerable state - this isn't you, this is the demon art.
You want this - another part of his brain denies the sane part of him. There's an internal dialogue happening right in his mind.
He wanted this. He'd always wanted this.
He wanted to be deep inside of you - so deep that there wasn't a way you couldn't not be impregnated.
You'd be his and his alone - you'd give him the family he desired.
"Nemi, please…"
Sanemi doesn't hold back any longer, fully succumbing to the demon art that's blinding his best judgment. Your back slams against the futon, sending shocks all over your body, but you aren't upset at Sanemi's sudden change in demeanor. His hands are ripping at your uniform, not caring about any damage it causes. He shudders when his hands finally manage to touch you. The countless times he would touch himself to any little amount of skin you showed him - and now you were nearly nude before him.
Sanemi never wanted to thank a demon before in his life.
You're moaning when Sanemi's lips kiss along your neck, tongue trailing along as he does so. His hands are groping your breast, the bandages binding them are ripped apart in seconds and they spring free.
Sanemi's face is between your breasts in seconds, kissing sloppily. You're so beautiful. He wanted to admire your beauty as much as he could - there was no going back now and who knows what would happen when the demon art wore off. But Sanemi couldn't slow his pace now, you made him delirious.
Your body jerks when you feel a warm, wet sensation on your nipples. Sanemi's tongue suckles on your left while his thumb tugs on the right. It causes you to moan louder, the feeling foreign and you never wanted it to end.
It wasn't soon until Sanemi had you fully naked before him. He's in awe, truly, eyes completely blown out. It's unclear to him how he could still manage to hold back completely being barbaric when it comes to the sight of you, but maybe it's the respect he held dear to his heart for you.
Sanemi's lips kiss down your breast, to your stomach down to your abdomen. He pushes your legs apart and swallows when he catches sight just how wet you were.
You squirm under Sanemi's gaze, unsure what he was doing. You go to close your legs but Sanemi only pushes them apart further.
"N-Nemi!" you gasp once you feel his tongue flat against your clit. It's a weird feeling of euphoria that has your eyes rolling. "S-stop!" you're struggling against Sanemi's tongue, doing everything in your power to get him to stop. "I can't take anymore, Nemi…"
Sanemi doesn't care about your babblings. Your taste intoxicates him just like your scent does. Your moans are so sweet, like his favorite tune playing again and again in his ears. His fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh and he's bobbing his head back and forth over and over again until you're sobbing.
Sanemi lifts his head from your swollen clit and licks his lips. He's hovering above your twitching form and even now as you're overstimulated with pleasure and sobbing, he cannot bring himself to stop.
"Nemi…"
Sanemi presses three fingers against your clit, rubbing tauntingly. "You can take it." he encourages. After all, if you cannot handle his tongue and fingers, how'd you ever handle his cock?
Sanemi rubs a few more times before his fingers inch inside of you. His lips are kissing along your face, kissing along at the tears of pleasure.
You're tight and it excites Sanemi. Knowing that he would be the one to deflower you - be the first (and preferably only) man you'd been with. It causes goosebumps to litter his skin.
The feeling of Sanemi's fingers inside of you hurts - you've never done so before. He isn't going slow either to allow you to adjust, he's pumping with such force that it compels you into pleasure.
"I feel weird, Nemi…" you're panting, feeling the bubbling feeling deep in your stomach. "Stop, I-I don't wanna cum like this." your hand wraps around his wrist to stop him - even if Sanemi refuses. "I wanna feel you around me when I do."
Sanemi's cock twitches at your words, but he wastes no time.
With hooded eyes, you watch as Sanemi undresses. You hadn't realized just how clothed he was while you laid completely bare.
Sanemi's body was beautiful, chiseled muscles sculpting his entire body. You flush at the sight of his completely nude body - cock erect. Your legs twitch with nervousness..
Sanemi hovers above you. There's a flash in his eyes - you notice. His forehead is pressed against yours and for a moment his eyes are soft, no longer harboring the feral reaction.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N." he murmurs to you. It's the voice that belonged to Sanemi - not the one under the demon art, but the man that you trained alongside for a year.
You didn't have the chance to respond. Sanemi is entering you now and your hands go to clench his biceps harshly. It doesn't hurt him, of course, but the pressure for you is nearly unbearable. Your legs wrap around him tight, hoping he wouldn't move too soon.
You inhale deeply, trembling with the newfound pain. Sanemi is big - but any cock would be for you. You just hoped Sanemi wasn't far too gone in the demon's spell and wouldn't hurt you too much.
Sanemi's patience was slowly breaking. He found himself grinding into her for any sort of friction or pleasure. There's only so much a man like him could take, his mind kept replaying the countless ways he could take you right now and he was truly fighting an internal battle.
Sanemi thrusted out of you fully to thrust back in. You released a surprised wail, eyes shutting tight. Your fingernails would be another scar left upon his skin.
"I can't take it." you cry out, walls completely sore by taking his cock in you fully. The pressure was unbearable and by the looks of the man, he appeared utterly insatiable.
"You can." Sanemi's voice is so raspy and deep that you were positive he was far gone. He continues to thrust deep inside of you that your back hits the futon with each thrust. He's strong - far stronger than you'd ever hope to be - and getting him to stop was going to be difficult.
You felt the hot tears pool down your cheeks. You were being stretched out far too much for you to keep your composure. You were clenching around him so heavenly that he never wanted to stop - never wanted to be out of you; without you.
"Nemi, please…"
Sanemi's hips buckled and he halts his movements.
Keep going - the voice in his mind tells him.
But it's your sadden pleas that has his sanity coming back - just for a moment. He witnesses your tears falling and his heart aches - was he the one making you cry?
Sanemi goes to pull himself out, but you stop him. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer to you. His chest is against yours while your lips lined up against his ears. You're panting, attempting to catch your breath and adjust to his size.
Sanemi's arms wrap around your body, the intimate moment was one he wished he could remain in forever; never wishing to let you go.
"Nemi?"
You clench around him and Sanemi hums a response. You loosen your hold onto him, a signal that you wanted him to continue.
Sanemi grinds inside of you, his hold on you only growing tighter. He's deep, never wishing to be anywhere else but inside of you. He picks up his pace, noticing how your cries were becoming moans.
This is what sex felt like. The pain was slowly subsiding and the pleasure was taking over. You can hear the way your pussy sounds against his pumping cock - wet and inviting, satiating his hunger for you.
Sanemi releases his hold on you to lean back. His eyes are hooded as he watches the way your breast bounces. He picks up the pace, cock sliding in and out of you - rougher, deeper, faster.
So beautiful, Sanemi thinks. So beautiful and his - all his. The dark thoughts were coming back with each passing second and his sanity was losing to the demonic spell.
You yourself felt whatever sanity you had left was now leaving. You no longer cared if Sanemi was hurting you or not - what you did know was that now you felt good; so good. His cock pumps inside of you at an alarming pace that would even be considered pleasurable if you weren't receiving it.
Sanemi's hands grip your breast so tightly that he's sure they would leave marks. His eyes fixated on the bulge of your stomach, mind racing with the thought of you round and pregnant with his child. He allows one hand to leave your breast to cup your stomach, rubbing lightly as he fucks you.
"I can't wait to fuck a baby in you."
Sanemi's words would cause you to gasp if you weren't caught in the moment. Your mind was fucked out with how good he's fucking you that a baby didn't seem bad - how the two of you forgotten about the world full of demons and the mission you were currently on.
"Get you nice and pregnant. I'll take care of you." He's now hitting your g-spot as he speaks, eyes completely blown out with pleasure. Your knees are touching your shoulders and you're positive you've never been this flexible before. "I'll take care of all of our kids."
You're crying beneath him, pleasure overwhelming. Your sobs don't go unnoticed, but he doesn't care. He'll fuck you until he was done - fuck you until he was sure you were pregnat with the child he was promising you.
"I want them to look just like you. So perfect." Sanemi moans at the thought of you full of cum, round with his child.
You're cumming, writhing beneath him. You're soaking the futon beneath the two of you, but neither of you care. Sanemi was on a mission - a rampage. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his perverted dreams.
Sanemi cums deep inside of you, twitching as he does so. He's panting while sweat pools off of his skin and onto yours.
Sanemi wants more.
He flips you over, face burning into the futon. He enters you like an animal, continuing the brutal pace. He's fucking into you deeper, your screams echoing off the room walls. If anyone was inside the inn, neither of you cared. He almost wished someone was listening so they could hear how good he was fucking you.
You're drooling. You could no longer focus on anything but the cock inside of you - and even then you wanted more. Was this what heaven felt like? Paradise? To be stuff so good but the man you adored that you never wanted it to end?
How could you go back to pleasuring yourself when Sanemi knew how to do it so wonderfully?
Sanemi filled you again - three more times before he changed the position. He brought you on top of him and fucked into you, not allowing you any control. The stamina of a Hashira was amazing. He fucked you like a ragdoll, but you had no complaints.
His fucking dragged on majority of the night - against the wall, in his arms, on your back, on your side - every position he deemed fuckable, he had you would hiss such dirty worlds in your ears that you'd convulse into a cumming mess for him.
One things for certain - neither of you wanted this night to end.