Black Sky, Drowned World
By SMYGO4EVA
The woods were silent.
There were no leaves rustling, no creatures of the night watching from on high, and no whispers from any humans out. It was known that they were not to roam in these hours.
He carried her out, almost gentle, similar to the groom bringing forth his bride, so she could bear witness to the slaughter, to bring about the red moon.
Tenzen was well aware of such a night, and it did not matter to him, not anymore.
Kagerou knew of the blood red moon, where no human was to be present. When the end of summer was upon them, when their powers were nullified, for just one night.
Her eyes were wide, her body covered in blood, where many innocents lay before her, and she could not prevent her body from trembling.
Tenzen looked upon her, bare of any clothing, covered from head to toe in dark red blood, his eyes steely, a thirst awakened. Kagerou could only kneel on the ground, her raven-dark hair tangled, as she stripped the ragged cloak from her shoulders, revealing her bare skin beneath.
Her poisonous gift was rendered useless, and for once, she hated that.
Tenzen knelt down before her, the blood of innocent villagers dripping off his body. He grinned, his teeth sharp. He reached her hand and stroked her matted hair, wiping the blood off her pale face.
Kagerou looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she swallowed. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as she knew what he wanted, and deep down, she wanted this as well.
Tenzen moved closer to her, with Kagerou frozen on the blood-soaked ground, and he took her face in his hands, pressing his mouth onto hers, hungrily.
Kagerou's hands grabbed ahold of his shoulders, trying to push him off her, and she breathed inward, to no avail, with his hands roughly pinning her wrists to the ground.
She had no poison to kill him with, no breath to render him lifeless, not even as she felt him press against her, pinning her onto the ground.
Tenzen pulled away from her, his breathing heavy, and he gazed upon her, his eyes roving over her bare form, her eyes wide and face aflame.
He chuckled, his deep voice a rumbling storm, and he pressed himself down on her, straddling her hips, rubbing his hardened member between her thighs. Kagerou shivered, feeling heat bloom in her aching cunt. She tasted not the bile of poison that was to befall from her mouth, but her lips opened in hate and desire; she was ready to give herself to the darkness.
Tenzen loomed over Kagerou, and with an intake of breath, he thrust himself into her, with Kagerou arching her back, a high-pitched gasp escaping her bruised lips. Her nails dug into his wrists, drawing blood, but he moved in closer, his hot mouth capturing hers once again.
It was not a kiss of love, not of tenderness or affection, but one of power, of deep lust, and hunger.
Kagerou moaned into his mouth, holding onto tight as Tenzen thrust his erect cock in and out of her wet cunt, each movement becoming more and more frantic.
They clung to each other, their bodies tangled together, the air becoming hot with the scent of dark blood.
Tenzen pulled away and buried his face in Kagerou's pale neck, biting down, marking her as his woman. Kagerou cried out, her breath ragged, gasping and writhing, lost in pain and pleasure he wrought.
Such pressure, such heat, such quick movements, Tenzen tightened his grip on Kagerou, his breathing harsh and harried. He basked in delicious warmth, even as her nails dug in his wrists, fresh blood trickling, he did not care, not one bit.
Kagerou moaned aloud, her head thrown back, her body in a swirling torrent of white-hot agony, wrapping her legs around Tenzen's waist. She was lost in this deep, deep pleasure she had never thought possible, the aroma of iron wafting in the bitter night air.
Tenzen loosened his grip on Kagerou's wrists, his strong arms around her shaking form, her breasts pushed up against his chest, as he quickened his movements inside her. Kagerou then grabbed a hold of his shoulder blades, dragging her nails down his sweat and blood slicked back.
He growled, his hardened cock throbbing inside her. She prayed for the wet warmth of his seed to bloom, to soothe her, and for her heaving womb to receive.
As soon as she wished for it, Kagerou felt herself surrendering to the primal bliss, the twisted, tangling pleasure Tenzen gave to him, and she cried out, grasping onto him tight, tightly, tighter.
He soon followed her with a low groan, his release spilling inside of her aching cunt, his seed laying claim within.
They collapsed, limbs tangled, covered in sweat and the scent of fresh blood, their bodies together, as the crimson red moon shone high in the night sky, the stars dim.
There would be no more.
(A/N: This was my first time writing for Basilisk so forgive me if there are some character inconsistencies.)