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“Get your hands off me!!!”
Sekido snarls again, the red of her beautiful eyes glowing like bioluminescent rubies, full of anger, full of fire, as she attempts to pull away from her counterpart’s lap for the second time.
Karaku can tell she's growing angrier when he starts laughing, but he really can’t help himself. Her struggling and beautiful flushed face are so cute.
And Sekido knows exactly what he is thinking. Of course she does, the idiot has never been subtle or covert in his expressions, especially when it comes to demonstrating his raging desire to taunt, to tease…or to please. Most likely, a combination of all three at once.
“Don’t be difficult, Sekido.” Karaku chuckles, softer, emerald eyes glinting in mischief.
“I’m already inside you; would it really kill you to keep going? It’s not like you haven’t done this before, and you’re so good at it too–”
In a last-ditch attempt to ruin his smarmy smile and shut his stupid, crass mouth up, Sekido drags sharp brown fingernails from his scalp, down to his neck, cutting open the skin.
Like claws more lethal than a freshly-made sword, slicing through the sides where his main arteries was, the fountain of blood staining the damp forest floor with a vermillion so dark, it almost looked like black tar.
And yet, he still grins at her, a wide toothy smile containing more fangs and wickedness than normal.
“You always liked to make it hurt.” He hums, amused.
Karaku’s fingers hold on to her hips so forcefully, he’d leave horrific purple-red bruises on her skin if her body was weak like a human woman’s.
“Keep going and you’ll make me finish.”
“You’re a pig.” Sekido hisses, face reddening in indignity, the urge to tear off the smug grin off his face at an all-time high, hands retracting to place them over his chest.
Jade eyes capture that instantly.
Ah. Not the floor.
She does like her seat, then.
“I’m a demon.” He shrugs, green irises flickering like a venomous viper's.
“With demonic stamina…” A single defined eyebrow cocks up, the subtle brag not so subtle.
“…and demonic lust.” His hand roams over her belly and waist, whereas the other is firmly grasping her hips, to keep her situated where she belongs.
Sitting on him like this, cock buried inside her velvety wet heat.
“And the way you’re soaking my lap right now, you aren’t far behind, princess.”
Sekido will deny the yelp that escaped her mouth until the day she dies, humiliation flaring up the moment the screechy feminine sound assaulted her eardrums when the asshole suddenly smacks her ass.
The action so unexpected, she is momentarily speechless, unable to snap at him for calling her that irritating pet name or for spanking her like she’s a misbehaving pet.
“Don’t play coy with me, not when your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you want to milk me for everything I got and more.”
A slight canting of his pelvis as he speaks, the small movement still enough to straighten her spine and tighten her throat in non-consensual arousal.
“Shut up, you vulgar…imbecile.” Sekido hisses weakly.
It was meant to be a brutal rebuke of his actions, but her trembling soft voice made Sekido sound more like a simpering dumb female who wanted nothing more than lay down and spread her legs for him, eager to be ravaged like a cock-hungry slut.
And Karaku knows it, she can see that satisfied, victorious gleam in his eyes, in his smirk.
“Your body betrays you, my dear counterpart, and I won’t stop until your lips voice the same need your body does.”
Karaku sits up before he completes his sentence, warm mouth suddenly interlocking with hers before she can blink or think about any rebuttal to his cocky replies.
Tongue sliding inside to tangle up with hers, pulling at the base of it, sucking on it like he won’t ever get the chance to do this again in their life.
She exhales forcefully enough to almost become a whimper, the movement of his tongue coiling an burning coil of searing heat right between her legs.
A muscled arm wrapped around her waist to ensure no last-minute escape attempt, his other hand placed right over the back of her neck.
Fingers curling into her sweat-damp hair, long wavy locks separating from her back as Karaku pulls her hair at the root, forcing her mouth to open wider for his insatiable appetite.
“Mmm-!”
Sekido’s muffled protests, all her noises are greedily swallowed up by Karaku's impatient mouth.
Ravenous hunger incrementing with each flick of his tongue swirling over hers, with each passionate press of heated lips, wet with each other’s want, their breaths suffocating the air between them.
Worshipful fingers go down her spine, palm spreading at the middle of her back as he shoves her hips closer to his.
Another suppressed whine, her back arching with the harsh grind.
Karaku exhales at the touch, relishing the slick skin of her back and it ripples with defined muscle. A soft growl scratches his vocal cords when he feels the obvious strength this body has.
Sekido might have become a little smaller, more slender and curvier, but Karaku has no doubt in his mind that she had the full capacity to dismember him alive if she so wishes. Rip his head clean off his shoulders with one arm. Give him a good run for his money if she was to genuinely try her hand at physical violence.
And the fact that she hasn’t tried, says more than anything else that she might verbally disavow.
What he is doing to her, keeping her nestled on his lap, folded thighs bracketing his hips, hands pressing heavily on her body as if wanting to fuse with her skin, to feel her soul with mere touch…
Sekido is letting him do it.
Hitched, broken noises of need vibrate from her throat as he drinks in her essence, enraptured by her rich fragrant taste of her mouth.
Those delectable whimpers she tries to erase, the unsuccessful attempts exerting her shallow breaths.
Karaku presses on the small of her back, grinding her hips to his again. Another gasp, almost inaudible with that high of a pitch, paired with an intense shiver that runs down her spine and spreads further to the rest of her body like electrical neural activation.
Sekido lets out a sweet, sensual sigh, finally melting into him.
Surrendering to his lips that were desperate in coaxing any reciprocation from her, no matter how small.
Her eyes closed as Sekido’s tongue enters his mouth, shoving his wet appendage back into its place, a challenge to his heavy-handed seduction techniques.
Karaku knew exactly what his kiss would do to her already fragile resolve – that weakness his counterpart has had since forever, one he has no qualms in exploiting every single chance he gets.
Not another teasing word or convincing is necessary, not when Sekido latches on to him, arms tight around his broad shoulders, nails digging in.
All the contrary, she presses her chest to his, kissing him ferociously as she rubs herself over him, wet skin sliding deliciously against equally-damp skin.
It’s wondrous, the sensation, but it doesn’t compare to the feeling of elation and deep pleasure filling his veins when she begins to move her hips all on her own.
Karaku grunts in light surprise, taken aback by her initiation of their sinful union.
But he snaps out of it quickly, doing the same as she does to him, holding her in his arms, arms fully covering her back.
Not as tight a grip as before; to let her have the freedom to undulate those perfect hips, to work herself over his cock to her heart's desire.
Never will he let her go.
Their lips separate with a wet pop when she drives her pelvis forward, almost too rough, almost painful.
Pinpricks of pleasure glow inside his blood stream, his organs, heating his crotch further, spreading faster than ever as she falls into a steady rhythm.
Sekido's soft pitchy moans caress his ears, gyrating over him, moving back and forth as she stimulates her clit with each grind, chasing her own completion.
“God, you’re perfect–”
He’s breathless; the sight, the sound of her arousing him to combustion.
The air surrounding them, their heaving breaths, feels like sauna steam, so strong, not even the chilly breeze of the moonlit night can cool their skin.
But Karaku isn’t satisfied, not yet. He wants her to go faster and harder. To ride him like the filthiest and the most desperate of whores.
He can help her with that.
Another yelp, one that is more irritated confusion than pleasure, shoving at his pectorals when large strong hands grip at her waist to hoist her body all the way up, until only the tip of his dick was inside her.
“Karaku-!”
Her keening voice breaks, stuttering gasps transforming to a sharp cry when he slams her body down again, burying himself to the hilt, deeper than ever before.
And he does it again, raising Sekido’s body, this time by holding on to her fat of her hips and ass, spreading her wide for him, and slamming her back down, until he is essentially forcing her to bounce on his cock.
The sensation more lethal than a succubus draining him of his life force.
He needs to feel his shaft sliding in and out her like this, to carve himself in her cells and make her only his, until his cock pushes up against her cervix and she screams in pained ecstasy.
An angry snarl is followed by a burning swipe to his face, those same claws ripping three jagged wounds across Karaku’s eyes, blinding him momentarily.
Oh, what a disappointment, he sure loved seeing her fall apart on his dick: her flushed face, her glassy red eyes fluttering closed, rosy lips choking back louder whines.
“You’re pushing it, bastard.”
Sekido hisses at him, venom more potent than a rattlesnake and Karaku grins, despite his grievous (yet temporary) injuries.
“Oh, was I going too hard on you, darling?”
“Don’t piss me off!”
But Karaku has always been a demon who likes to have plenty of fun with Sekido by angering the clone until he exploded and he never regretted it, not when his furious (now her) reactions aroused him so much.
He doesn’t stop, ramming her body up and down his shaft, grunting as he thrusts himself upwards repeatedly.
“You fucking animal!”
Disregarding her spluttering yells and her violent attacks on his neck and chest, the blood running down his skin like a river downstream.
“Release me!”
Karaku savored her rage like a delectable treat.
Taking advantage of her heavy tits rubbing against his face as he bounced her on his dick, to flick the pointed tip of his tongue over her nipples.
Her body shudders and arches into his mouth, needily pressing her breasts to his lips instinctively.
Until he felt his balls tighten with the tell-tale signal that he was about to come.
Yes.
He can feel a primal instinct activate in a way he has never experienced, not even when bedding the hundreds (thousands?) of women over the span of his life.
A feral desire to not just fill Sekido up to the brim with his seed, but to impregnate her, fill her womb, make her heavy with child, even though he knows that cannot happen, no matter how much he wanted it.
None of that registers, though, not when he feels her cunt squeeze around him, tighter than ever, and Sekido can no longer claim she hated his rough pace, not when her head is fully lolled back, guttural moans filling the black sky, swirling into the stars.
Yes.
Only a single command repeated itself like a vicious loop in his brain as he picked up his pace.
Breed her.
Breed her.
Breed her.
And goddamn it, despite it not being possible, what was the harm in trying his hardest to make it happen?
A demon can dream.
Sekido’s body is shaking now, the flush making its way back full-force down her neck and heaving bosom.
It hits him suddenly that she is close too. He can taste it in the air, he can see it on her face, hear it directly from her kiss-bitten lips.
He can physically feel his brain liquefy into lava, the realization a better feeling than his incoming climax.
“You’re about to come, baby?” He growls, eyes gleaming in excitement.
“S-shut up, just shut up – ah…”
Tears welling up in her closed eyes, approaching the inevitable crescendo, her peak so close, even her bones shiver in anticipation.
But her counterpart beats her to it, and he swears loudly into her neck, shoving himself deeper.
“Fuck.”
Sekido feels it, when he empties his seed into her womb, coating her insides with thick spurts of hot cum. The sensation of that warmth in her lower belly spreading electrifying butterflies.
His hips still thrusting up during the tail-end of his climax, pushing in his cum as deep as possible. That last grind he does, it floods her body with an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
“God, don’t stop.”
Sekido’s shaky command is paired with a breathless urgency that should embarrass her, but she is too far gone to feel anything else other than her fervent desire to reach her peak.
Her hips roll forward again, she’s so close, all she needs to get to the finish line is him to continue with the exact same pace.
But it all comes crashing down when Karaku stops abruptly.
He still holds on to her hips, mischievous, but he doesn’t provide her that push she needs, her aching core no longer stimulated.
“No, no! Why did you…!” Sekido groans in desperate frustration, attempting to move herself for the friction she needs to detonate her release.
But her clone has other plans by the way he halts her in her tracks, holding her hips in place. Not a single move. As if no longer caring now that he got his happy ending. Asshole!
If she was clearer headed, she would be highly mortified of her debasing actions, her fingertips traveling right below her pubic bone, with the aim to touch herself – her swollen oversensitive clit. All she needs is that final push to fall off the edge…
Karaku grabs her wrist, almost harshly, stopping her from going any further, to her great fury.
“What a naughty girl. Who said you could finish?”
“What are you – stop being a douchebag!” Sekido snarls.
He smiles at her, darkening green irises smoldering as they roam over her irate expression.
“You want me to keep fucking you?”
“You insufferable piece of–”
She gasps in shock when Karaku harshly pushes her down, arms around her waist, slamming her uncovered back to the ground.
No less than half a second that her spine makes contact with the damp, cool moss, Karaku is already on top of her, pressing his hand beneath her thigh and shoving her leg back until her knee is squished to her chest, ankle resting right over his shoulder.
Hips pounding into her like he wants to split her in half. Brutal. A goddamn savage.
“!!!!”
Sekido doesn’t get a chance to protest or curse him out fully, not when he’s plowing into her with such ferocity.
She can’t formulate a coherent thought when he forces her wrists together above her head and crushes them into the ground, worse than a mindless beast.
And she wishes she could scream at him in rage, God, she wishes she could explode at him, tear his arms off, and claw his eyes out (again).
But infuriatingly, her back arches instead, throat raw from the obscenely loud moans punched out of her mouth with each ruthless thrust.
So violent that for a second, Sekido wondered if he was doing this out of hatred rather than lust.
But…
While each snap of his hips hurt like hell, the pain doesn’t compare to the rapidly escalating pleasure building up in Sekido’s body.
Heavy tears, once merely blurring her vision and clumping her eyelashes, finally escape, rolling down her temples. Drops of salty water soaking the dry leaves beneath her hair.
He crashes his mouth to hers so hard, their teeth clack together, their fangs accidentally cutting the inside of their lips.
It doesn’t register, not really. Because how he kisses her…
How he fucks her…
It feels like an out-of-body experience.
The head of his cock consistently brushing up against an extremely sensitive spot inside her that she has no idea what it is, or why it feels this overwhelming,
His shaft thrusting in and out of her soaked heat, each protruding vein dragging across her trembling walls, stimulating every single nerve that had her curling her toes and her skin rise in goosebumps.
He ends each snap of his hips with a slight angle, grinding his pelvis on her, the base of his dick rubbing along her pulsating clitoris, the once-neglected nub brought back to life again, electric sparks traveling from her cunt all the way up her entire spine.
With the added friction, Sekido is hurtling towards what will be a powerful orgasm, or something way too intense and big, it’s way too close, oh fuck, she’s going to come–
“Yeah, you love this cock, don’t you, sweetheart?” Karaku grunts, pistoning his hips into her as her euphoric cries threaten to burst his eardrums.
It’s exactly when he lets her wrists go, and those hands immediately dig into his shoulders, not to push him away, but to keep him close, to keep him moving in that exact way.
“Come on, I want to hear you say it. Say it or I’ll stop.”
“D-don’t you dare…!”
“Say it, Sekido.”
The arrogant tone is made even worse by him already slowing down, his pace suddenly turning to a crawl.
“I hate you so much–”
“Scream it.” He demands with a particularly brutal thrust, the stretching of her cunt just what she craves and he stops again, eliciting a needy obedience, a shameful one.
“I love it, I love it!”
Those are the last words she can cry out before a paralyzing burst of blinding pleasure overpowers her mind and she feels her hips rocking forward for the most intimate of contact, a strong torrent of liquid gushing out of her core as she orgasms again with a scream.
“God, that’s it.”
Karaku groans deeply at hearing her, at feeling her perfect wet pussy eagerly receive him, vaginal walls pulsing and clenching around him uncontrollably.
With a heated low moan, he spills inside her again, pumping his cum with deep erratic strokes, his pace completely thrown.
You belong to me.
Karaku’s forehead rests over her sternum, breath heaving and his thrusts gradually become shallower, until it’s a weak push-and-pull, release dribbling out of her drenched reddened folds, abused by his brutal rhythm.
Now and forever.
He softened for maybe ten seconds before he can feel his dick already twitching back to life for the second time, hardening to rock once more. The perks of being a demon: no refractory period.
He wants more, he always wants more from Sekido.
To fuck her again, on all fours and pound into her until she screams in euphoric bliss and he fills her up with his seed, for it to take, and make her belly swell with his offspring.
But the night sky is already lightening in color, the inky black giving way to a lighter blue. They still need to capture the main body.
But no, he doesn’t want to stop yet, he can’t stop yet.
“Sit on my face.” He pants, already manhandling her to straddle his body, painfully grabbing her plush hips for her to crawl to his mouth.
Sekido can hardly process the new development, feeling herself being maneuvered without a care to what she wants, her clone's hot breath fanning over her weeping pussy, milky liquid still dripping out.
The thick long tongue swiping directly between her folds, delving into her entrance, has her shuddering in place, choked aborted sounds thickening in her throat.
Karaku reaches up and squeezes and kneads her breasts, stimulating her nipples until they harden, alternating from one side to the other while he laps up the mess he left inside her, whereas his other hand spreads her ass cheek so he can tongue-fuck her as deep as possible.
The high doesn’t compare to any other.
Sekido subconsciously starts rocking her hips in tandem with each plunge of his tongue, grabbing at his hair while her thighs crush his head, whining as if she didn’t just orgasm less than a minute ago.
She somehow finds herself reaching behind, stroking his cock, fist pumping his well-lubricated length, which has the reward of his muffled groan of pleasure, the vibration directly over her clit.
Sekido can already feel herself about to tip over, and she throws her head back, rolling her hips into his eager mouth one last time when her climax hits like a freight train.
“Yes!”
Her nerves are oversensitive and overstimulated, but she still has enough consciousness to continue stroking Karaku’s dick until he also comes with a strangled gasp, spurting out semen from the slick tip, covering her palm.
Heavy breathing is all anyone could hear, with only the occasional rustle of the forest leave, a chirp of a bird here and there.
Peaceful.
Sekido crawls off Karaku’s face, or at least tries to.
Not at all successful when arms shoot out to wrap around her waist and embrace her from behind, chest pressed against her sweat-slick back, pulling her back until his chin dug in her shoulder.
And surprisingly, she relaxes into his hold.
Silence. No angered growl from her, or amused mocking from him.
Only a pleasured sigh when hot lips kiss her throat and shoulder.
The first rays of the sun are emerging…
Her eyes pop open. Oh fuck, the first rays of the sun are emerging!
Sekido swears as she finally snaps out of the post-orgasm haze, violently shoving him off her, cursing herself for letting this happen, for letting such obscenity to run rampant without her setting boundaries.
Letting Karaku have his way with her with no repercussions.
“Get up, we’re running out of time.”
Not only that, fear strikes in her heart strong and true when she notices that she is still in this female form, even though it’s been a good amount of time since Karaku's normal body came back.
She prays to the Gods that this will be truly temporary, because it doesn’t seem like she will be transforming to male before they merge.
They quickly redress, with Sekido looking particularly mussed, even with her best attempts of smoothing out her hair (still an errant leaf here or there inside her damp locks), and her kimono slightly rumpled.
They begin their search for the main body.
Karaku stares at her, fidgeting with his dirty yuigesa harness as he licks his lips once, only occasionally helping his counterpart look for the tiny demon still scurrying around nearby (they can hear his sniffles and whimpering).
If Sekido stays like this…
She won’t. But if she did…?
He says nothing but he opens his mind link, blaring out filthy thoughts at her.
Sekido stiffens, red eyes widening.
SMACK!
Karaku’s cheek already reddening with the violence of her slap across his face.
“Stop being a disgusting pervert, that is never going to happen!!!”
Karaku earnestly begins to laugh. “A demon can dream can’t he?”
Sekido only glares at him, anger bubbling up and she huffs as she stomps away from him, until she hears him speak again, from farther back.
“Hey, Sekido.”
She ignores him.
“Your original body is still my favorite.”
She halts in her tracks, processing his words with an almost too-long silence. Infuriatingly, that makes her face hot with a fierce blush.
“Tch, who the fuck asked you?”
Sekido shakes her head, willing her body to calm down, and continues on their rapidly urgent mission to find that stupidly tiny demon.
…
The next time Sekido and Karaku split, it was more than a decade later, almost two.
And just like Karaku confidently asserted, they both came out of it like normal, with male bodies. To Sekido’s great relief.
And Karaku wanted to celebrate by demonstrating just how much he loved his original body.
Of course he did.
They never quite figured out why Hantengu’s blood demon art malfunctioned in such a bizarre way, but it never happened again.
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