chap 2

Shinobu at first believed she was dead. The darkness that had overtaken her sight and the coldness that enveloped her body attested to that. The only thing that went against this theory and the reason she woke up was her breathing.

The moment she regained consciousness she fluttered her eyes open to check out her surroundings. She found herself inside a large room littered with extravagant decoration. There were several tables and stands throw about the room that held up several chests and cases that were also heavily decorated with vibrant color. She wondered what these items held but also wondered who the hell decorated this ugly room. The multicolor overwhelmed her senses and reminded her of -

The memory of what had happened flooded her mind and she shot up out of her resting position on a what appeared to a collection of pillows on the floor.

"Oh your awake! Finally! I wanted to wake you myself but you just looked so peaceful that I couldn't bring myself to do it."

His voice was a constant startle that always threw her off. Annoying. She tried to stand but found that her legs refused to budge so she settle for folding her legs under herself and turned to face him.

He sat on a large pillow that gave the impression of a throne in importance. His chin rested in one palm while his elbow and other hand were set upon either knee. The only difference in his attire from when she had seen him before was that his clothes now appeared to be clean, and he dawned a black crown-like hat with gold trim.

His smile grew when they locked eyes.

"Are you feeling okay? I froze your body a bit to calm you down and was worried that you got hurt."

Calming someone down and making them pass out were two different things but she brushed past this. Why was she still alive? Why didn't he eat her after he had defeated her? Was he going to press her for some kind of information?

It was as if he read her mind.

"It's okay! I'm not going to eat you. You're far too cute to do away with!"

After saying this he rose from his seat and set down his hat. He briskly walked toward her. She quickly reached to her side and was disappointed to find no kitana.

As soon as he reached about a foot in front of her he crouched back down and brought his hand up to her face. Before he could touch her, however, she tried to yank his hand away by his wrist, but this proved to be futile as his hand managed to cup her cheek regardless.

He was far stronger than her, there was no doubting it. Even among humans, her strength was nothing to brag about. She'd never felt so helpless.

He caressed his thumb along the side of her check and seemed to study her face. When he saw her furrow her brow and bare her teeth he laughed.

"What the hell is so funny?" She practically shouted. She was done being calm and collected. She hated not knowing what was going to happen next. Not when her life was on the line.

He ignored her demanding question and continued to look over her facial features while keeping his hand glued to the side of her face.

She was about to shout at him again when his face closed in on hers. At first she'd thought she had died again just from shock alone. But the sensation of his mouth on hers tore her from the sweet relief of death. Before she could even react, he retracted and replaced his mouth with his thumb to run over her soft lips.

She was going to kill him.

She was going to FUCKING kill him.

She launched herself at him with every ounce of strength she could muster. She gripped his throat with both of her unfortunately small hands and threw him to the ground with her weight as her legs still weren't fully recovered.

He had no doubt let this happen however, Shinobu later realized, considering how small and frail she was.

Once she had him pinned she fiercely looked back into his eyes much to her horror.

He still had that same carefree smiled plastered on his face.

It was infuriating.

Although her hands were wrapped around his throat he still managed to speak.

"You're even cuter when you're angry. What a treat!"

He swiftly grabbed her arms and forced her to the side, reversing their positions so that he was pinning her underneath himself. This position was more tense than the prior, however, since his size was far greater than hers.

The position made her feel small and weak. Not that she liked the other much better, but at least before she had some element of dominance. Now she pinned under him, ready for the killing. She was sure this was where she would die.

But he released his hold on her arms, instead deciding to rested his arms next to her head.

"No biting please!"

There was no time to ask any questions before he returned his lips back to hers. She immediately tried to escape by thrashing around under him, but she guessed he didn't much like that as he brought down his hand to wrap around her waist and pressed down.

This earned a pained yelp from her and she quickly settled down to which he removed his claws.

She tried to keep her mouth as still as possible, hoping that the lack of a reaction would make him stop, but it didn't. He continued the assault to her lips, and to her disgust it didn't feel awful. Unlike his hands, his lips were surprisingly warm and gentle against her own. She couldn't help the small tint of red that spread across her cheeks. Why did he say no biting?

Her question was answered by a sharp bite to her bottom lip. The moment she opened her mouth to voice her discomfort his tongue slipped in.

"Hmpphh-"

She could even get a word out as his organ explored the inside of her mouth. His tongue brushed up the side of her own in an attempt to get her to cooperate. When she didn't, he seemed not to care as he continued to barate her tongue with his own.

It was hell. She wanted him off and away from her. She was disgusted and ashamed that this was even happening in the first place.

She pounded her tiny fists against his chest to try to get him off but again settled down as soon as his hand made contact with her waist again. She settled for resting them against his chest.

She would've bitten off his tongue long ago if she wasn't afraid of the repercussions.

Finally, he pulled away from her mouth, a string of saliva keeping them connected. She immediately coughed and took several deep breaths to get air back into her lungs.

His hand found its way to her face again but this time he used it to brush back her hair and hold her in place while he lightly but slowly kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw to her neck.

The words left her mouth before she could stop them

"Don't!"

He stopped and looked up at her flushed face. She wasn't prepared for him to listen and had to quickly gather courage before she could speak again.

"Please don't. Just kill m- hmph-"

Again, he crashed his lips onto hers, this time with more passion and force. He didn't waste anytime and immediately ****** his tongue back into her mouth. She was embarrassed to hear a light moan escape from her mouth.

It felt...

Good

Nonononononononono no. How dare she think like that. She was weak to think like that. Right?

His hands moved from their previous positioning and went straight to the flare of her hips before running down to cup behind her thighs. She felt him part them to rest on either side of his large body.

At first she questioned what he was going to do until she felt his body drop into hers so that there was no space between them anymore. She tried to ignore it when she felt him curl his body up until she felt his crotch on hers.

He groaned into the kiss, taking her aback as this was the first sound he had made since the start of their makeout session.

She shivered as he slowly and gently ground into her with his crotch. She wanted to fight back again but she knew it would end badly. His hands wrapped around her thighs ensured that she couldn't escape, and she was starting to lose oxygen again.

When he did break away from her lips for the third time that night, he pressed about five more quick kisses to her lips before traveling straight down to her neck.

Similar to how he first kissed her, he started out with soft closed-mouth kisses along the side of her neck. However, they quickly turned into loving, soft licks with brief kisses every few seconds.

Shinobu was torn with her feelings. On one hand he was a gruesome demon who could kill her at any moment, but on the other she never knew his mouth and tongue could feel so good. And the grinding wasn't half bad either.

She knew these feeling made her weak, but at this point she didn't much care anymore. There was no chance she could escape, so it was either this or death. She could honestly take either.

She whimpered when she felt him lightly suck and lick at her throat.

"Please..... stop. Please."

One last plea.

He placed one last kiss to her throat before finally lifting his top half away from her, his crotch still grinding into her core as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. She couldn't believed he still held that same content and innocent expression.

She thought he might actually relax until she saw him raise his hands to her uniform and pop open a button.

She regained a bit of her resilience as she brought her hands to his wrists to stop him.

"No" She looked on weakly at him.

"You look cute dressed like this, but I bet you look even better without it." He ground into her one last time before he stopped completely.

He popped open another button, and another. She was helpless to stop him as her hands around his wrists did very little to sway him.

Once he had gotten through every button, he moved to her belt and threw it to the side. He pulled upon her jacket and was disappointed to find her chest bound. He tore through it easily with his claws.

"You won't need this ever again."

The moment her chest fell out from the wrapping he starting removing both her jacket and haori.

"Lift your arms up please!"

She didn't want to cooperate, but there wasn't much she could do. So she did as she was asked and lifted her arms, defeated. He lifted both articles of clothing over and off her head and threw them about.

She immediately raised her arms up to cover her exposed chest.

He allowed her that small comfort for the moment.

His hand hooked around the waistband of her hakama pants. She was too broken and exhausted to object. He slowly brought them down her thighs and losely tugged them free of her ankles, never to be seen again.

The only piece of dignity she had left was her underwear. But he took that away without hesitation and tore them to pieces.

Tears made their way to her eyes as the reality of the situation fully basked on her. But she swallowed them down.

She wasn't going to cry, she wouldn't give him that.

He had already taken so much from her, she wasn't going to give him her tears.

But he didn't seem to want them much as he brought his hand up to her face to wipe them away.

"I can't believe how much you were hiding from me Shinobu! I never want you to wear anything ever again understand?"

What?

He recognized her confusion and chuckled before he removed her hands covering her chest.

She was worried he'd start touching her, but he maintained his hold on her wrists and brought them up to his head.

He forced her fingers to intermingle with his red stained blond locks. He held them there as he lowered his body until his chin rested on her pelvis. He looked up at her like a puppy dog.

She hated dogs.

She turned her head away and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what happened next.

He kissed her lower belly before he moved down.

Her legs were still slightly closed from when he removed her pants, so he had to pry them open again.

She blushed when she could feel him stare at the shameful wetness that had coated her cunt.

She blushed even more when she felt him kiss it.

He slowly dragged his tongue up and down her slit - agonizingly slow. She pinched his hair between her fingers which just spurred him on further.

He moved his lips up to her **** and licked it before taking it between his lips and sucking.

"Ah ~"

She chewed her lip to silence herself.

Although she managed to keep quiet, she couldn't help but buck against his face. The feeling of his tongue was intoxicating.. The sensation made her throw her head back into the pillows on the floor.

Even through her constant fidgeting he continued to suck on her and lick until she was practically suffocating him. He wished she could see how desperate she was for his tongue.

So he stopped.

She looked down to see what the problem was.

She hadn't even noticed her thighs clamp down on his head. And she had fistfuls of his hair in her hands to force him closer into her sopping heat.

She let go of everything and laid back onto the floor.

She brought her hands up to her face and sobbed. What had she become? She was nothing now. Just some shell of a slayer. Some shell of a person.

She didn't want to live anymore.

But these thoughts were interrupted yet again by his tongue on her throbbing cunt.

He continue his same technique as before and pressed several kisses to her ****.

He would occasionally bring his tongue down to her entrance to lick up her gathering wetness before returning back to her ****.

She felt the heat pooling in her core continue to grow.

She didn't care about her voice anymore and weakly whimpered and mewled from the intense pleasure.

Her hands returned to their earlier position covering her chest. Although she doubted covering herself was very effective with his head between her thighs.

The heat in her core was getting to be too much now. Unbearably so.

She'd touched herself in the past but this felt stronger and intense. The warmth of his mouth made her feel like she was melting, and the kisses to her center made her stomach flutter.

She could feel her climax building and about to burst.

Her fingers dug into her skin.

She didn't want to make a fuss, but the feeling was growing to be too much. His mouth refused to give her **** a break, and it was overwhelming her senses.

Finally she came. Hard.

Her hands leapt forward to latch onto his hair and pull him closer. Her thighs quivered around his head as she whimpered loudly.

He continue to lick and suck through it.

When it had subsided and her vision cleared she looked down to see the aftermath.

Again, her hands and legs were wrapped around his head. Her body was also hunched forward, and she was practically sitting in his mouth.

His hands had moved to her *** during her climax to help her grind into his mouth. He was now lapping at the new spilling coming from her core.

She collapsed onto to bedding of pillows, exhausted.

Her body still twitching from cumming so hard.

She was just about to pass out when he grabbed her waist and ****** her upward.

She didn't have much time to prepare as he flipped them over so that she hovered over his head and he layed on his back.

There was even less warning when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her down so that she was completely sitting on his face.

His mouth returned to her ****.