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His entire body ached. Without the will to force his eyes open initially, Inosuke groaned once he dropped to the floor, released by the pairs of hands carting him along. Blood laid thick in the air, several he could recognize, but others mingling and tainting their scent with their hellish brand.
“Shhhh, quiet, my pet. You’ve lost a lot of blood. I don’t need you dying on me.” The voice, almost caring in nature, made his skin crawl. Goosebumps prickled his flesh where pads of fingers lingered along his spinal column. “Don’t be so jumpy, I don’t need you hurting yourself further. It will only hurt for a little bit.”
The floor chilled him to the bone, entirely sapping what little warmth still inside of him as blood oozed from multiple gashes on his body. The demon, Douma, he recalled, simply pet his skin, lavishing him with attention as he lay there, trembling in pain. No amount of training could have prepared him for the endeavor that was the pain of a demon touching him intimately, affectionately.
As Inosuke turned over onto his back, shackles held his wrists together. “I can’t have you running away just yet. I need you to be ready for the morning when you will be mine finally. I just have to get you dressed for the occasion.” A wet cloth hit his skin, wiping at the blood and smearing it against untainted flesh. It wiped away the blood to only add more, clotted and chunky as it covered his skin, mixing with sweat and grime. Douma’s nails swiped against the side of his ribs, rainbow eyes glittering in the faint light from the lantern on the other side of the room. “You had quite the ordeal before I took you in. Look at the mess you’re making already.”
Inosuke tensed, nearly biting through his lip when Douma’s fingernail, sharpened to a point, cut open the clotted blood, making it flow anew from the wound on the side of his ribs. Warm blood flowed freely from the gash, and Douma brought his fingers to his lips, sighing softly as Inosuke bit back his whimpers of pain.
I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“You’re not going to cry out for me? All of your friends did before they gave in to death. I love your will to survive against insurmountable odds. Just solidifies that I made the right choice in bringing you here.” He gestured to the small room, and blood clouded Inosuke’s eyes as he tried to take it in. He couldn’t. Thinking about what he lost made his head hurt, his mind swimming in what could be if he was stronger.
Sharp pain brought him back to now, focusing intently on the finger poking in between his ribs as Douma sighed happily. All he could taste was sweat and bile and rust as his teeth cut into his lip, splitting it. He could redirect the pain if he tried hard enough. Inosuke could feel his lung slowly collapsing the longer he laid there, and he wished for death. Not at any point in his years had he wished for death, but knowing the alternative in front of him, holding him delicately like a toy, it would always be preferable to living in hell.
“Too bad. I hoped you would want to. You know how I love it when you’re vocal for me.” Douma pressed his fingers in deep, drawing a hiss from Inosuke’s lips as he pressed in deep. “There we are, my pet. It’s a start. Does that not feel like hell itself is opening up within you?” He pulled his fingers from the cavity he widened, bringing the blood soaked digits to his lips. “And the taste? Your blood is laced with the most delicious mixture of fear and hatred. If only so many others could be this perfect.” Douma manhandled Inosuke into sitting up on his lap, facing him as his head lolled back and Douma tugged it into place by closing his hand over the front of Inosuke’s hair. “Don’t go lax like that. You still have a fight in you. I can feel it and taste it entirely.”
Inosuke growled softly, narrowing his eyes to slits as he leapt forward. He sealed his mouth around the side of Douma’s neck, sinking his teeth into the demon’s flesh. If he couldn’t kill the demon just yet, he could wound him. He could do something other than just lie there and wait for death to come. He bit down hard, taking in close to half of the demon’s neck between his teeth as he tore the first chunk away from his body. Blood spilled onto his clothing and down the front of Inosuke’s bare chest, coating the both of them. Douma hissed in response, gripping the back of Inosuke’s head and tugging it away from his skin.
“And what do you have to prove by doing that, pet? I could just as easily remove your teeth and make you swallow the rest of your food whole if you’re going to be so rude.” He released Inosuke’s hair, circling his neck with his hand as he closed it around, crushing some of the vertebrae under his fingers. Inosuke, still in shock he could feel new forms of pain, cried out, startled that depth hadn’t been reached yet. “Oh did you not like that? Tsk tsk. You should learn to behave then.” Inosuke lost track of the time that ticked by as Douma healed himself almost instantly while he wallowed in pain.
Inosuke’s skin crawled when he felt Douma’s tongue tickle across his neck. He cringed to get away, closing off his side and tilting his head into Douma’s touch to ward him off. Unless the demon had plans to bite him, kill him, take his life and end his suffering, then he wanted no part in the sick pleasures of a demon only in it to touch him like such. Douma hushed him, grinning maniacally as he brought a wet cloth to Inosuke’s wounds.
In his haze, he missed the demon producing a bowl of water, or the rag that followed. His skin trembled under the water’s touch, too cool for his skin after all the blood loss, yet making it creep with fire the longer the rough rag touched his broken skin. The cloth left much to the imagination, being black, but the basin of water made Inosuke’s skin crawl further when he spied just how red the water became the longer Douma washed his wounds.
“You know, I would do this for all of my followers who wished to become one with me. There’s something so intimate about washing someone. You learn every crease of their body, how every corner has a different feel and touch for making them lean in and trust you with their entire soul. Don’t you long for that with someone?” Douma pressed one of his hands against Inosuke’s chest, uncaring for the wound across his chest, weeping fluid and blazing with pain as his nails scraped along the torn skin. Inosuke flinched, hissed and narrowed his eyes.
“No? You don’t wish for closeness that only I can give you? That’s too bad. With all of your friends dead, you should hope that someone will be able to love you in the end as much as I intend to. You’re far too beautiful to let you lay wasting in a pit as worms eat your flesh.” Douma leaned in, eyes sparkling in brilliant light of every color. “Do you wish for death, foolish demon slayer?”
Between the pain in his body and the nagging voice at the back of his head telling him, pleading with him to say no, Inosuke could only say nothing, holding himself back in a way he hadn’t known before falling into the clutches of the Upper Two. Fear twisted in his gut and his skin crawled as the rag traveled lower.
As Douma washed his belly, he made quick work of the tatters left of his clothing, tossing them to the side as he laid Inosuke out naked before him. “Aw, so cute. So unbecoming of my future wife though.” Inosuke raised an eyebrow at the comment, unsure of what he meant before the demon took his co*ck in his hand and ran the cloth along the underside. He froze, unable to understand Douma’s angle as he touched him, sending little tremors of pleasure through him as the rest of his body ached. “Do you like it when I touch you here, darling?”
Staying perfectly still, Inosuke said nothing, eyes fixed with the ceiling overhead as the cloth cleaned his balls and Douma ran his fingers across the cleft of his ass. He jumped this time, trying to keep clawed fingers away from his hole.
“Don’t worry pet. I’m not going to touch you here. Not yet. You aren’t nearly ready for what I have planned for you. You need a little more endurance to handle my healthy appetites.” Revulsion curled in Inosuke’s gut, either from Douma not wanting to rape him now, or that he wouldn’t be able to live through it. But the demon finished his cleaning, then lowered him down onto the tatami mats below him, settling him on his knees.
“I need you here, precious. Just right here will make it all the easier for me.” Underneath his robes, Douma palmed his co*ck, eyes slipping closed before he pulled them out of the way entirely. His co*ck wasn’t much different from his own, and Inosuke could take him, if he needed to. The itch to fight made him recoil, and Douma ran his fingers over one of the weeping cuts on Inosuke’s chest, making him wince. “Come here, my child. I want to smell the fear on you.”
Death would come to him soon in this predicament, and Inosuke edged himself forward on his knees, following the bidding of Douma’s fingers as he tilted his head up towards the demon. “There you go.”
Pain bloomed in his neck first as fingers broke the skin, plunging into his body. Inosuke jerked to get away, but Douma’s hand curled around his neck tight, keeping him in place easily as he felt his life slowly start to drain away.
Douma brought his mouth close to Inosuke’s, changing course when he lapped at the small stream of blood trickling down the side of his neck and grinning. “I love it when it’s fresh. And your fear.” Douma palmed his shaft again, licking his lips of the crimson stains. “Makes me—- mmm.” He stroked himself, pointing his co*ck towards Inosuke’s face as he worked his hand over the shaft. “Are you too scared to shy away now?”
“No.” Inosuke looked up in defiance, keeping his eyes locked with the demon in front of him. He knew it was suicide to put himself in harm’s way like this, but enticing the demon into killing him proved to be far more honorable than taking whatever punishment he planned to deal out.
“No? So you would follow me as my disciples do in order to earn my favor?” Douma reached out, curling his finger under Inosuke’s chin and stroking the claw against his broken skin. “Because life will always be easier if you give in. Nothing good comes to those who stand up to me. You should know that by now.” Inosuke shook his head, eyes locked with the pearlescent rainbow of the demon’s. If he didn’t look anywhere but his eyes, he could block out the rest of it. He could keep himself from falling into the demon’s clutches. Douma’s fingers trailed up his chin, parting his lips with his claws and pressing inside. Inosuke twisted his face in revulsion at the bitter saltiness of his skin, a mixture of demon and blood still tainting his skin.
Keeping his eyes fixed meant Inosuke missed the change in Douma as he pulled at the back of his head, bringing him forward to press his co*ck into Inosuke’s mouth and hold him there. With fire in his eyes, Inosuke made no move to service the demon, but Douma also made no move to force Inosuke to commit to anything other than taking his shaft in his mouth as he stroked his fingers through his inky blue locks.
“A beauty like yours needs to be savored. I’ll be able to restore you to your former flawlessness soon. But I have to take a moment for this change to be gradual. So rarely do I get the opportunity to take my time with a meal.” Douma sighed. “I know this won’t be the last time I have your mouth wrapped around my co*ck. It’s so lovely to see you seal your lips around my shaft. Worship me like you were made to do and I will grant you swiftness with my next action.”
Wishing for death to be that very action, Inosuke flashed his lashes down, fluttering them across his cheeks. He swallowed around the shaft, only tensing briefly as he let out his own breath and he had to make the choice and with Douma’s flesh in his mouth, he only had so much time.
“Shhhh baby, there you go.” Douma caressed the side of his cheek, grinning as Inosuke’s mouth twisted around his co*ck, trying to expel the salty seed passing his lips and slithering down his throat. The demon being able to cum like this without so much as watching him sit there and glare at him puzzled Inosuke more than anything, and he was forced to swallow every drop as he kneeled in front of him. His choices were to hold the liquid, laced with the taste of sulfur and sickness, in his mouth, disgusting him further, or swallow it down in an attempt to rid his tastebuds of the torture. “This will help with everything. You’ll see.”
Douma’s fingernails dug into the little hole in the side of his neck, pulling out for a moment as he let his co*ck free of Inosuke’s mouth. Inosuke gagged, trying to get the last of the taste off his tongue. Blood flowed down the side of his neck, and his head swam through cotton as more of his life drained out of him, staining his clothes and dripping onto the floor. “Can’t let you lose too much just yet, I have more planned before we finish.”
Douma bent down, picking Inosuke up and throwing him over his shoulder, letting him slump against his back. Douma set him down without ceremony against one of the altars in his compound, letting Inosuke’s blood flow freely onto the unstained wood. He picked up a new rag, and cut open his wrist, letting his own blood fall into the basin at his knees as he looked over his human charge.
“You are so lucky I have taken you in. So lucky I will love you and cherish you as you will with me in the end. I just need to help you along to that place so your loneliness will dissipate in time. You will know only me.” Letting his blood flow into the bowl, he wet the rag, letting it soak up the demon blood. “This isn’t a sure way to make things happen the way I want them to, but it will certainly help. You will be able to heal quicker with my blood inside of you, but I won’t take my time to do anything but dress you.”
Inosuke bit his lip, wanting to thrash to get away, but found himself weaker the longer Douma’s seed settled in his stomach. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to be tricked like that, to have the demon take him over and fill him, even unwillingly as it had been. He should have fought it more than just kneeling there and letting him have his way with him. The demon seed took its hold on him, making his body less resistant and unable to fight him as Douma patted down his wounds with the rags laced in blood. It felt like spider webs on his skin at first, creeping against his flesh as it ghosted over. It made his skin crawl and Inosuke shuddered as Douma brushed the rags over his wounds. The demon blood seeped into the wound at his neck, and Douma pressed his bleeding wrist against the side of him, letting the blood trickle into him like a forbidden kiss, skin to skin as they both bled and let it mingle.
“Look at that,” Douma cooed. “Your blood will be one with mine in time and I will be able to touch you like this anytime I wish.” Douma pulled his wrist away, bringing the open wound to his lips, tongue proving into the deep cut as it healed. He could taste Inosuke’s blood on him, and his own blood magic kept Inosuke immobile on the altar in front of him. “Would you worship me as all else do? Would you show me your devotion?”
Inosuke’s head nodded up and down, slowly as the horror dawned on him. Douma’s seed, his blood, could puppet him, make him do whatever he pleased with him, and he wanted to throw up and remove as much of it as possible to keep the demon from being able to use him so perversely. Between his legs, his co*ck twitched, following along with Douma’s fingers as he mimicked stroking them above his shaft.
“I could get used to a charge like you in my flock. So many sheep at my disposal, it’s nice to have someone with a little more fight in them.” Douma’s tongue slithered out of his mouth, curling around his fingers. Inosuke’s back bowed up, unable to keep from reacting to the pleasure in his body that started in his groin and traveled through him. Even without Douma touching him it felt like his tongue lapped at his wounds, curled around his balls, slithered around his shaft. Douma perfected his agony as he prodded little droplets of pleasure from Inosuke’s body, intermixing them with the feeling of his tongue sliding into the wounds Douma carved out of his body. “You’ll come to like the pain. It will light up your nerves like the most divine pleasure. You will crave it soon, as simple pleasure won’t be enough to satisfy you.”
Inosuke wanted to spit in Douma’s face at the suggestion he would come to like this torture. He wouldn’t embrace this level of pain as pleasure as long as he lived. Pain could be weakness leaving the body, but pleasure wasn’t synonymous with pain. Not the way he remembered it. Yet as Douma’s tongue worked over his flesh, making him feel those mingling moments of pleasure along with the pain setting his nerves on fire, he couldn’t allow himself to think of anything else.
Inosuke squeezed his eyes shut, unable to think of anything but his tongue lapping at his wounds. Cloth ripped and Inosuke felt a simple freeze on his co*ck, followed by the lightest of touches. Every other feeling before now laced itself with pain, so when it didn’t follow the fingers on his knee, trailing up to his thigh, he cracked his eye open to watch Douma’s fingers.
“There you go. Not everything is so terrible. I want you to enjoy when I touch you too. You don’t have to be afraid, pet. I want you to be able to cum eventually without me even needing to put my fingers to your skin.” Inosuke trembled at the thought, his breath catching in his throat as Douma’s hand continued to travel higher. He focused his eyes on the ceiling, unable to allow himself anything that would allow the demon to drain more of his humanity away with a touch.
“Now are you being shy? I thought we were a little further along than that. Do you need me to coax you back?” Inosuke started to shake his head, spying just a corner of the blood shaped splatter on top of Douma’s head as he bowed it down, catching just a glimpse of his grin as his tongue descended and connected with Inosuke’s tender flesh. He hated reacting to Douma’s tongue on his co*ck, swiping over it gingerly as the demon watched his face for the most subtle changes in expression, down to the way he shivered when his tongue traveled up his shaft.
“You’re getting hard too. I didn’t expect you to be so open to being my wife just yet.” Douma grinned, clapping his hands together as he took Inosuke’s hardening co*ck in his hand again, pumping it with his fist, once, twice, until he could flick the tip of his tongue over the head and back again. Inosuke settled against the hardness of the floor under the tatami mats, trying to become one with it as he wished himself to disappear instead of falling prey to the demon’s touch.
“It’s okay; you can tell me you like it,” Douma cooed as he bowed his head down again, one of the pointed ends of his tongue penetrating the slit of Inosuke’s co*ck. He slipped inside as he tasted the pearlescent beads that threatened to peek their way out while Inosuke willed the pleasure to go away. He could more easily tell himself he hated it when the demon toyed with his piss slit, but less so when his tongue lapped over his balls and tickled his backside in a way of breaking him down.
“Please stop,” he whimpered, unlike himself as he heard his broken voice plead with the demon for mercy. Inosuke shook his head from side to side, wanting to force the feeling out of him as the demon gently coaxed more of the pleasure out of his body.
“No? You don’t like it?” Douma held Inosuke’s co*ck in his hand, running his tongue over his teeth. “I could give you something else, then I can stop and you can choose.” Inosuke nodded his head slowly, wincing as Douma slid his nails over the side of Inosuke’s thigh to part the flesh. The wound bled slowly, lazily dripping out from behind his fingers as the wound slowly opened under his touch. “You could develop a hunger for what I could give you,” Douma hissed out, taking his hand away from Inosuke’s thigh and holding it up to his face. Inosuke’s breath shuddered as he focused on the pain. Too much of his life right now focused on getting through the pain, so much that leaving it all behind in death started to look good.
“Let me die,” he asked, unsure if he had already asked for Douma to put him out of his misery. “I don’t want to live like this.”
“So picky. You don’t want any of the gifts I give you, do you?” Ripping his teeth into his wrist, Douma watched the steady stream of blood flow down his robes. Yanking Inosuke’s head forward, he pressed his weeping wound to Inosuke’s lips, letting the hot blood trickle down his throat as Inosuke swallowed initially. Sputtering soon after, Inosuke tried to expel the blood seeping into his stomach as quickly as possible, but Douma’s wrist on his lips kept him from doing anything other than swallowing what he was given.
“Shhhh see? Now you can hurt so much less and you won’t have to focus on those pesky human feelings.”
Shaking his head from side to side, Inosuke fell to the floor, writhing in pain as Douma’s powerful blood seeped into his bloodstream, making it seize with pain and misery. He hadn’t felt pain like this in all his life, and now, he truly longed for death to swallow him whole so he could let go of the searing fire that consumed him. His heart pulsed harshly, making his chest jump as it stopped. Every turn was different and Inosuke knew that he would follow a similar path to other humans who fell to a demon’s curse, but it didn’t stop his agony as he tried to bring his nails to his throat. He scratched at his neck, desperate to break the skin as Douma watched, entranced with the human’s final plea at death before he could finish turning.
“With blood like mine, you don’t stand a chance at stopping it before it changes you fully. You’re better off waiting for the sun.” Douma ran his fingers through Inosuke’s hair, separating the blue black locks where they matted with blood as he poorly comforted the dying human. “Fighting it will just make it worse, my pet. You need to let it happen. Then you will suffer less.”
Inosuke didn’t want to believe what Douma told him, clawing at his arms as fire licked at his veins. The change tore through him quickly, making it feel like his heart would explode out of his chest if he tried to ensure the burning coursing through him much longer. Gritting his teeth, Inosuke’s body went rigid, hands snapping to his throat as he briefly entertained the idea of choking himself. Douma swatted his hands away, chiding him for even trying to make the attempt.
“I said you need to let it happen, my pet. You’re so close to being with me for always, and you’re making me sad with how much you’re fighting it. Fighting me.”
Inosuke’s eyes focused on Douma’s face, murderous as they stared him down and his mind went white with rage and pain. How Nezuko managed to survive this was beyond him, but if she could, he could as well. Inosuke sucked in a breath, holding it tight as he steadied himself, turning over and throwing up on the ground. Much of it was a mixture of blood and his last meal, though little remained of the food. Bile clung to his lips and Douma patted the sleeve of his jacket against Inosuke’s face, cleaning him tenderly as he wiped his mouth.
“Only a little bit longer, pet. You can do this. You will make it and then you can be mine.” Rainbow eyes focused on Inosuke’s soul, making him swallow down the saliva gathering in his mouth from where he threw up and the desperate need to keep himself from throwing up again. Douma rose from the ground with Inosuke in his arms, taking him over towards one of his many followers, thumbing through them like leaflets until he found her.
In any other circ*mstance, Inosuke would have marveled at her beauty, and she didn’t belong in a hellish place like this. Crimson eyes lit up as Douma picked her, his expression softening. His hand ran along her cheek, sighing softly as he guided her towards the room where he started to turn Inosuke into the monster he cradled in his arms.
“My dear, would you help us?” Douma asked, eyes glittering with the light of eternity. “This poor soul hasn’t found his way in our ranks, and he needs your light to be able to see. Would you be kind enough to guide him?” She nodded, loosening her obi and exposing her neck. Douma ran a fingernail across her breasts, the flesh splitting under the nail as she gasped for him. Bright red and dripping down the curve of her breasts, Inosuke watched the blood dribble down her front, fascinated by her giving herself so readily to the demon’s wishes. Douma took Inosuke’s head in his hand, pressing against the back of it as he guided his ward over to her, her blood, her breast, and pressed his lips against her open flesh.
“Drink from her.” Drink from her flesh and breast, mouth hovering just over her nipple before his tongue touched the tender flesh. Coppery and metallic, he suckled at her teat, looking back to Douma as he lapped at her blood flowing out of her and into him. Inosuke’s hunger mounted almost instantly, with the demon blood Douma gave him crying out in an instant. He wanted to consume her right here and now, even as she calmly gave herself over to them, fulfilling her role within his flock as a provider for her kin. Inosuke bit down, giving in to the urge to feed as she stroked her hand over his brow and gasped out, her lower lip trembling. She cooed at him like a mother would at her newborn, tears falling from her eyes as the pain grew stronger with each bite from his sharpening teeth opening up her skin. Inosuke bit down again, taking half of her tit into his mouth, surprising himself and her as Douma licked the shell of his ear and encouraged him to feed.
“Take all you want from her, my pet. You need to grow stronger so I don’t have to worry about you getting sick. We can’t let you die, not yet.” Douma’s co*ck pressed up against his backside as he bit down harder and the woman screamed in response, crying out for mercy. The rational part of Inosuke’s brain fled the moment his teeth sank down, tearing her flesh from her body as he swallowed and fed from her. He felt sick from it, wanting to throw it all up but the feeling of fullness made him stop and her cries getting weaker made it easier to consume for the sake of himself.
Eventually, she stilled under his touch, his eyes darkening to blackness as droplets of her blood mingled with Douma’s and littered over his flesh, creating small tracks of ink that trailed over his skin. Turning him over, Douma pressed Inosuke up against the woman’s bleeding corpse, a smile across his face as he bent down and kissed Inosuke’s bloody mouth, rubbing their cheeks together.
“I’ve never seen someone as devoted as you to becoming one with me. You deserve special praise that so many are denied.” Douma licked the blood from Inosuke’s lips, grasping for his co*ck and pressing the hard shaft up against his own as he stroked them slowly together. Inosuke sobbed regardless, his hips canting up to Douma’s touch as he rubbed their co*cks together and frotted against the younger demon’s. Douma ran a nail along his skin by his collarbone, offering his own blood to Inosuke as he brought his mewling newborn demon into the world.
Inosuke spat it out at first, making faces of disgust as Douma touched him, smeared him with his blood and brought their bodies so close together that Inosuke couldn’t smell anything but the stench of death. The coppery blood didn’t have the same qualities of the woman’s fresh blood, tasting stale, like it had slowly gone rotten over the last decades as Douma continued to roam the Earth.
As Inosuke pushed him away, Douma held him to his chest, forcing him to comply with a rut of his hips against the boy’s. He smeared Inosuke’s lips against the wound, slowly healing the boy with his blood as the droplets wormed their way down his throat and into his body to heal him.
“Stop,” Inosuke croaked out, trying to turn his head away in desperation as Douma held his mouth open and threatened to choke the last of humanity out of him if he didn’t comply. Several more drops fell onto his tongue and Inosuke couldn’t push them away, letting them slither down his throat until his lips sealed around the gash on Douma’s chest. He soon suckled at the demon’s open wound, unable to stop himself from lapping at the blood. A strange addiction fell over him, changing him, and he felt warm with each mouthful he swallowed, with Douma slowly moving to cradle Inosuke’s head over forcing his mouth open.
“There we go, pet,” he praised, running his fingers through Inosuke’s hair as his eyes gleamed with every color under the sun. “I knew you would enjoy the taste after a while. You just needed to get used to it.” Across Inosuke’s skin, the blood droplets from the demon’s marks, smatterings of ink across his body, refined, looking like hooves more than ink the longer Inosuke kept his lips sealed against Douma’s flesh and the change took hold. His lip curled when Douma opened his mouth, knowing he should be pushing him away in disgust, but Inosuke craved the taste in the same way an ant craves sugar, lapping at the wound like a treat.
“Shhh, my pet. You will soon know the true depths of my love as the change cements itself.” Douma started to pull away from him, taking away his healing skin as the last droplets of blood left his body under Inosuke’s skilled tongue. The wound healed up, leaving Inosuke hard and confused as he laid on top of the woman’s corpse, his stomach growling as he dared to turn over and away from Douma’s hand on his co*ck.
“Oh?” Douma’s nails trailed along Inosuke’s haunches as the demon blood spread through him. Inosuke’s breath hitched when the demon stroked his co*ck parallel to his legs, drawing it towards the ground while his focus shifted to the corpse below him. “Is your appetite growing, pet?”
Inosuke trembled under Douma’s touch, his skin crawling as he tried to focus on anything other than the divine pleasure coming between his legs and running up his spine. He didn’t want the demon to make him feel good. His hunger took over after Douma distracted him, and he buried his face in the woman’s chest, swallowing down large chunks of her lungs as his gaping maw dove into her chest cavity. Despite his disapproval, Inosuke couldn’t voice it as Douma stroked his co*ck, making it harden under his touch until it jutted up between his legs and bobbed between his thighs. The demon withdrew after a few minutes, leaving Inosuke to feed further, though a different feeling overtook him as he felt Douma draw himself up behind Inosuke and press his co*ck between his thighs. Inosuke looked up, eyes shining as the warring parts of his mind, caught between two sides of existence, wanted him to give himself to Douma and feed, but also run until his lungs and body gave out in hopes of escaping the hell he found himself thrusted into.
Douma pushed Inosuke’s thighs together, groaning softly as his fingers roamed over healing skin, touching each of the little ruinations that came from the inked boar tracks across his body. Inosuke’s skin crawled as each of the droplets worked their way into his skin and he squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to shut out Douma’s co*ck between his legs, rubbing up against his own and drawing pleasure from his body. He wanted to shut out the coppery taste on his tongue, and the full feeling he got from swallowing the woman’s flesh, proving he could never be whole again. He wanted to shut out the rippling power that he felt moving through him, teasing the edges of his psyche and tugging him towards strength he only had recently begun to realize. He wanted to shut out that the monster in front of him murdered everyone he could have loved, killing them as he watched, too weak to do anything to stop it.
Inosuke bit through his tongue to keep from screaming out, pushing back against Douma rutting between his legs and holding his thighs together. His eyes burned as the blood changed him, setting his soul on fire. He wished he could swallow it back down, to still be in the realm as a slayer of demons instead of becoming one of their ranks as his soul twisted and burned inside his chest. The cruelness of the irony in his situation that he would be one to become a demon, desperately fighting the fate he had been dealt when he was one of the strongest to fight against them when it came to the new ranks of aspiring Hashira. Now he felt nothing but hatred for his wasted potential, in becoming a demon’s whor* who simply existed for him to play with, rut against, and twist into a shell of his former self.
“Are you okay, my pet? Your mind is so far away that you’ve stopped screaming. Do I need to remind you of where you belong?” Douma’s nails wormed under his skin, shifting the tendrils of Inosuke’s blood into worms that nippled at the edge of his consciousness and forced him to deal with the pain of living.
“No! You never want me to be okay! You want me to twist with torture.” Inosuke choked out a sob, knowing he would pay for his outburst eventually. He expected more pain when Douma closed in, his arms circling his chest and pulling him close. He expected to be shredded in the front and spun around, his body a circle of ribbons and blood for Douma to take apart while his body burned from the inside out. Instead, Douma held him close, keeping him in his arms as he kissed the back of his neck.
Inosuke froze. What did he plan to do with him like this? Confused and frightened, Inosuke stayed still, Douma’s co*ck still hard and trapped between his legs as he started to tremble. He didn’t want comfort from the demon. He didn’t need to feel pity or softness from the same creature that bent itself in half delivering him pain and ruin. He wanted to lash out and make Douma pay like he was now with his body, but as his body heated with further transformation, he couldn’t. He stayed paralyzed in shock and fear as Douma pressed his lips to the back of his neck.
“I want you to be mine, pet. I want you to feel as I feel and understand that the world is better with demons running it instead of your silly aspirations for humanity. I can show you that world, but right now, you’re delusional with hunger. Eat.” Douma ran his fingers across Inosuke’s forehead, and he choked down the last of the flesh in his mouth. His stomach turned as he ate, partly from consuming and partly from Douma’s co*ck rutting between his legs. He stilled behind him, and Inosuke felt cum sliding down his thighs as the demon pulled back and stood up behind him. “We can get you ready for bed now.”
Inosuke briefly registered the hands on his body, picking him up and carrying him to the bath, washing over his body as they cleaned away the blood, dirt, and cum. Thinking about Douma’s change since he ate only made him more fearful of what was to come and he twitched away from his touch as his hands rubbed over his legs and fondled his softening co*ck between them.
Douma pulled Inosuke to his feet, guiding him out of the bath. Shock still enveloped him as he dried him, sliding the soft silk robe around his chest and tied the sash at his waist. Inosuke could feel the draft on his legs, and he shrank away from Douma’s touch before letting it happen and melting into the arms of a man he despised.
“Your body is in shock. Lay yourself down, and pretend to sleep. The morning will come soon enough.” Inosuke shafted under the blanket on his futon, feeling like lead holding down his body while the sun started to rise and his screams echoed within him. Dusk would come too late for his mind.
