Hunger

"Ah~ Oh~"

"Y-yes~ k-keep g-going Makoto-kun~,"

"F-Fu~ F-fuck~ you're s-so f-fucking big~"

Moans of pleasure fills Makoto's ears and he feels his cock being enveloped in something warm and wet.

Opening his eyes, the brunette sees Junko riding his cock, her big bosom bouncing rhythmically as her hips goes up and down.

Kyoko is hugging his chest as her face is smothered against his left chest, sucking loudly on his nipple.

Moving his head slightly to the side, the young man sees Mukuro bouncing her ass as his fingers assault her needy cunt.

Makoto was confused, last thing he remembered was getting out of the bathroom and crashing on the armchair for the night.

"Girls, girls, calm down!" A familiar voice calls, making all three women stop in their tracks.

Makoto watches as Junko hops off his crotch and reveals who was talking behind her.

The brunette blinks once, then twice."K-Komaru?" He asks, not believing in what he was seeing.

Standing on a white void was a carbon copy of his little sister. Brunette hair carefully crafted into a stylish bob cut, pale skin with pinkish areas and a petite body of a little girl, nust as he remembered her.

Except that she was wearing nothing but pasties on her nipples and on her crotch. She also had small twisting horns coming out of her head, bat wings coming out of her back and a succubus tail. Atop her crotch where her womb is, there is the same tattoo that Makoto, Junko, Mukuro and Kyoko had, except hers had shackles around the heart.

"Not quite, Onii-chan~" The little girl smiles and giggles, before skipping towards her 'older brother'. "Call me Dream Komaru!" She grabs Makoto by the hands and pulls him up.

Getting onto his feet, the brunette man blinks, not being able to look away from his sister's body.

"DD-Dream Komaru?" He asked, and tried to move his gaze away from her petite body.

She giggled with childish glee, before pulling him onto the white voice of, wherever this place was.

Once the two siblings stepped across a invisible white line, a mirror appeared in front of the brunette.

He took in his own appearance and his eyes widened.

Large horns proudly sprung forth from his head, long, royal bat wings are proudly displayed on his lower back and a long black tail that became more pink as it went on and finished on a heart shaped tip yuuya was bright pink.

Above his crotch, his succubus crest was pulsating with life.

"W-Why do I look like this?" Makoto whispers, before turning his head to the side as Komaru hugs his arm affectionately.

' That is your true form, Makoto.' A masculine voice echoes, making Makoto look back towards the mirror.

Standing there instead of his reflection was a tall black haired man with long flowing hair, his eyes are of an even vibrant shade of red than Junko's, his irises have target radar that are seemingly always moving.

The man is naked, but he has no genitals or nipples, his body is as smooth as a mannequin and Makoto can see it twitch from time to time, making his skin almost literally jump.

"W-Wha-" Instinctively, the brunette tries to step back, but he feels invisible hands keeping him in place. "-w-who are you?"

' My name is not important,' The man replies, before closing his eyes and sighing. ' But refer to me as 'Izuru'.' Izuru opens his eyes and locks then on Makoto's. ' You and Komaru are both my descendants.' His eyes shine in a bright scarlet as he says. ' You two carry the Kamakura blood within yourselves.'

Makoto wasn't understanding anything that man was saying, but he still felt a primal fear at the mention of the name 'Kamakura'.

' Deep within you lies a hunger, a desire bigger than the world itself.' Izuru continues, staring deep down into Makoto's soul. ' That hunger can lead to your downfall if not properly taken care of.'

"Properly taken care of?" Makoto repeats still confused as to what was happening.

' Your mates.' The black-haired man says closing his eyes. ' You already got three mates, a succubus, a half-succubus and a zombie.' As Izuru talks, images of Junko, Kyoko and Mukuro flash on the mirror. ' That's good, but if you wish to control your hunger, you'll need more mates than that.' Opening his eyes, the naked man continues. ' You will understand what your true purpose is eventually.' Silence falls as the man thinks of his next step. ' I'll give you a hand.'

Makoto feels his body being pushed forward towards the mirror as Izuru moves his hands through the mirror and touches Makoto's crest making it pulsate even more and Makoto feel a shock across his entire body.

' There, as you consummate with your mates and mark then as yours, your true powers will come back to you.' The man closes his eyes yet again and sighs. ' The rest is up to you.' Izuru images starts to disappear from the mirror and Makoto tries to ask more questions, but no words come out of his mouth.

Once Izuru is gone and only Makoto and Dream Komaru are left in the room, the little girl giggles again before standing on her tip toes and stealing a kiss from Makoto.

The brunette widens his eyes and-

Makoto blinks, his breath heavy as he scans everything around him.

He was back at his apartment, a blanked over his body as the young man felt his back hurting for sleeping on the armchair.

Looking around, the brunette gaze lands on the black-haired zombie sleeping on his couch. His eyes widen as he notices that she isn't breathing, only to remember that she didn't need to breath.

Chuckling to himself, Makoto stared at the zombie woman for a bit, before getting up from his armchair and walking to the couch.

He didn't knew if she even felt cold temperatures, but he still felt the need to cover Mukuro with his blanket.

Smiling, the brunette goes back to his armchair and lays down, looking down to his own crotch, he could think one thing.

What was that dream?

Oh hey, its a poorly written character that I don't like... Neat!