Before the Nothingness Abounds
By SMYGO4EVA
Why….Why can't I move?
Mitsuri thought aloud, her body tired and weary; everything was dark and cold, the fog above and below. She felt herself pinned to the wet, blood-streaked ground, her hands twitching, arms heavy, and her legs still. Her eyes looked around, nothing from her left and right, and she looked up, hoping to see just the starry sky overhead.
Baleful blue eyes stared back at her, a form hovering, and a small smile gracing its features. She let out a gasp, swallowing back fear that threatened to bubble over.
A demon, here, in my dream?
Wait…
Those eyes, that face…
"You?" Mitsuri uttered, her heart starting to thunder in her chest.
Enmu…
His smile only grew.
"Why, yes, we meet again, demon hunter. It hasn't been that long, has it?" Enmu spoke, leaning in close to Mitsuri, even as she shut her eyes, trying in vain to awaken.
"This, this is just a dream." Mitsuri uttered, turning her face away from Enmu, feeling his weight upon her, the sensation of the demon straddling her waist very present. "You're a demon, you use dreams to hurt innocent people, you-"
Enmu giggled out loud in response. "Innocent? You humans are so many things, especially those like you, but innocent, oh, innocent you are not, my dear." The demon reached out, and turned Mitsuri's face so that she could face him, her eyes opening wide.
He tilted his head, regarding the demon slayer, even as she glared up at him. "And besides, you are far from pure, so you should really know by now."
Mitsuri narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth, trying to quell whatever unease she felt. "Know what?"
Enmu leaned, pressing the other hand on her chest, trailing upward so that his fingers reached her neck, feeling her pulse quicken. "Why, that you belong to me now, my dear."
A shaky intake of breath left Mitsuri, and before she could utter a word in edgewise, Enmu moved in and pressed his lips upon hers.
A muffled whimper left the Love Hashira, as she soon felt his hand wrap around her throat, holding her in place. She tried to lift her arms, but her limbs were heavy as lead, she couldn't touch him.
She tasted warm copper on his lips, the scent of blood, and his hands kept her immobile. A wet sensation bloomed between her legs, as she felt a burning mark around her neck; it burned, seared like hot fire, and she shook, her body shaking.
Enmu pulled away from Mitsuri, sitting upright, a lecherous glint in his eyes. He let out a soft sigh, one of satisfaction, admiring what he accomplished.
"You did very well, my dear," Enmu laughed, which soon dissolved into a satisfied moan.
Mitsuri lifted one of her arms, she could move it, finally, and she reached up to her neck, and her heart dropped to her stomach.
A scorch mark, like a collar, surrounded her neck; the demon marked her.
She wanted to scream, but he moved close to her again, one hand cradling her head, and the other reached under her skirt, to between her legs. His fingers were adept, merciless to her sensitive flesh, with a wet tongue lathing up and down, and her body shook again, every nerve coming alive.
White-hot pleasure engulfed her, and then she couldn't see anything anymore, as everything turned black.
Awake.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Awake.
Her eyes snapped open.