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THIS FANFICTION IS LABELED AS DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

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CHAPTERS:

Chap 1: Sounding

Chap 2: Public sex/ voyeurism

Chap 3: Crossdressing

Chap 4: Oviposition (noncon)

Chap 5: Shower/bath sex

Chap 6: Knotting

Chap 7: Masturbation

Chap 8: Shibari

Chap 9: Vore

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Obanai Iguro. Science teacher at Kimetsu Academy. Strictest of his coworkers.

"Forgets" to use the bathroom so many times in a row he develops a UTI.

It had been a while since he'd gone to the andrologist. Given his frequent UTI's, nobody questioned it. But there was another reason he came up with so many reasons to go. His doctor was hot. Smoking hot. Albino guy, muscles beyond what a normal medical professional was expected to gain; he apparently hit the gym quite a bit. Scarred all over- Obanai never asked him what they were from. He'd rather not mention his own scars, to which he'd never lowered his mask to expose.

So here he is. The waiting room is devoid of all life besides a woman behind the front desk, organizing papers and playing solitaire on her monitor, a little boy, shifting and squirming with a hand between his legs (poor kid), and a father who looks quite embarassed to be in this situation.

"Mr. Iguro?" A nurse calls, and he perks up. "Dr. Shinazugawa will see you now."

Obanai stands, following closely behind her into the white, sterile room. Dr. Shinazugawa sits, a scowl on his face. "Didn't I see you twice this month already?"

"My... infection, hasn't gone away." Obanai admits, watching the nurse close the door behind them. Sanemi grunts. "Figured. Sit." He points to a chair. Obanai sits, slumped. As hot as his doctor may be, he wants to be able to pee without burning his urethra.

"I'm gonna be frank here. You're gonna need to have a rod slid into your urethra to see if the cause is sticture." Sanemi says, and Obanai blinks. "...What."

"Yeah." Sanemi nods. "...So. Get comfortable on your back and we should be able to start. Any objections?" He raises a pale brow, and Obanai's mind goes blank. As much as he'd fantasized about this moment, his andrologist touching him, caressing him, he never thought it would actually come. Let alone in such an.. odd manner. A rod inserted into his urethra? What would that even feel like?

He lays himself down, undoing his pants and underwear as he does, leaving him bare from the waist down. It's embarassing, but also, slightly arousing. He pushes that thought into the furthest reaches of his mind. He can't get an erection now. That would be so embarassing, he'd never go to his appointments again.

Sanemi grabs his cock without warning. He slips down a sheet against Obanai's body, leaving only his cock exposed to the world.

Sad thoughts, Obanai reminds himself. This is a medical apointment. Dr. Shinazugawa has done this to a million guys before you. Stop getting aroused, damn it-!

"I'm going to insert a local anethesia into the opening to avoid discomfort. Although you won't feel pain, you should still have some sensation in your penis."

Sanemi grabs a syringe, and Obanai freezes, suddenly nervous. "W-wait a second, I just need to-" Sanemi grabs his hand, which silences him. "This is the scariest part. And it'll be over before you know it." His voice is just... hypnotic. Obanai's nerves die off completely, leaving him putting in Sanemi's hands.

He grunts at the feeling of the syringe's tip sliding into the opening of his dick, a liquid flowing through his urethra and down, down into his bladder, numbing everything in it's wake into a dull, almost tingly sensation.

"...Just a few minutes until that sets in." Sanemi murmurs, hand reaching to grab Obanai's again. "...You know, I don't think I see patients as often as I see you. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you've got a little crush or something." Obanai nearly chokes on his own spit. Was he that obvious? Was Sanemi disgusted? If so, why was he still holding his hand.

"Uh. I'm calm now, Doctor." He retorts sharply. Sanemi just squeezes his hand. "I figured. You don't seem the type to stay nervous, like some patients I have."

Obanai nods. His dick feels swollen, and strange. Sanemi gives him a slight pinch. "Did you feel that..?" Obanai waits, before shaking his head.

"Good." Sanemi gives a slight smile. "Well, time for the easy part." He reaches behind him and grabs what looks like a long tube. Obanai doesn't have a good look at much else besides it; what is it connected to, he wonders. Sanemi leads it straight down to Obanai's cock, lining it up with the hole, before slipping inside.

It's an odd feeling. Not quite painful, but definitely unpleasant. The pressure makes him feel like he's being forced open. His mind wanders as he does. Sanemi is doing this to him. Dr. Shinazugawa. White haired andrologist who... is stroking his now erect cock. Snapping back to the present, he blushes so hard he's sure the tips of his ears are as red as the rest of him.

"...You're cute, you know." Sanemi tells him, gloved finger running along the sensitive area. Obanai can't bring himself to do more than moan. "Shh... you don't have to say anything. I know what you want. I've always known what you wanted."

He grabs firmly, squeezing Obanai with just enough pressure for him to be acutely aware of the flexible rod spearing through his penis. "Think I didn't notice how you look at me? Your visits? Your fantasies, off in la-la land when I touch you? You've always wanted me to touch you. You just didn't know how to admit it."

Obanai groaned, feeling heat pool in his gut. He half wonders what'll happen if he cums with the sounding rod still in. But he feels it expand inside his urethra. "...Oh, yeah. Dilation is necessary for this procedure."

Sanemi pumps his hand up and down Obanai's cock as he pants, sweating bullets. "Mmh.." He whimpers, feeling dangerously close. The pressure is... so much. Too much.

The heat coiling in his body snaps as he tenses, muscles going taut before slack. Sanemi gives small tugs, leading the rod out. Hot white leaks out, like a river, and Obanai whines quietly. Sanemi takes the sheet away, letting Obanai pull up his pants. "The ladies at the front desk will schedule your next appointment."

Obanai nods, staggering out of the room.

He already can't wait for his next appointment.

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"Like this. A little more roughness wouldn't hurt. He likes it rough." Sanemi's voice was low, but the authority it had over the serpent hashira's body was no less because of it. Obanai squirmed, as if trying to escape the scarred hand gripping his cock tightly.

They're both sweating, but Obanai's drenched, droplets forming and sliding down his back, which is arched at a borderline unhuman angle. Looking up, he makes eye contact with Mitsuri. He isn't sure what he wants from her, so all he can do is look. He isn't allowed to come yet, because Sanemi hasn't said he could cum yet. But hell, if he didn't want to, and badly.

Sanemi's hand tightens up even further in its grip as its movement speeds up. The friction is a little painful but he knows Obanai likes it so. It helps distract him from the scar on his face and it's phantom-pains. The serpent hashira's teeth are grinding and his jaw is tensing to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. It's humiliating enough to get ordered around by Sanemi in front of Mitsuri in the privacy of their bedroom. Exposing the dynamic of their relationship in a way no one's known about before.

Sanemi grins. "I'll give you a guess as to where his most sensitive spot is." He tells Mitsuri, who tilts her head, studying Obanai's form intently. "Hmm... he looks tight.." She murmurs, glancing at the way Obanai's tender hole clenches at nothing. Sanemi grins. "Good girl, you found it first try!" He gives Obanai's ass a firm smack, leaving a welt in his wake. Obanai groans and wiggles his hips, hoping for another.

No such luck.

Sanemi points to a large vibrating butt plug sitting on the side of the bed next to Mitsuri. "You wanna learn just how he takes it?" Mitsuri nods eagerly, handing Sanemi the toy. Obanai whimpers. That's his favourite toy, and Sanemi knows it. So naturally, he won't be allowed to have it. "First, you need to prep him." Sanemi grins, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstan next to him and squirting a generous amount. "Never forget the lube." Obanai whines as the cold gel makes him tingly.

Finally, Sanemi pushes a finger, slowly, almost but not quite gently, into Obanai. Past the ring of fleshy muscle, down into the tight heat. Obanai sighs as Sanemi sinks into him, rubbing and pressing, massaging the muscle from the inside. "You can't go in when he's too tight. You'll just hurt him and then he won't make pretty noises. You gotta work him open." Sanemi instructs, adding a second finger.

Obanai can feel Sanemi's digits scissoring and spreading him as wide as they can. Mitsuri ogles Obanai's form, hands reaching down to ghost over her pussy as she watches. Sanemi presses against the firm flesh of Obanai's prostate. The man can't look at her any longer, instead burying his face in the covers.

Sanemi stops suddenly. Without warning, he thrusts the plug into Obanai's hole. The force causes it to slide in before Obanai's sphincter muscles have time to contract, and it stops, slamming against his prostate. He whines, betrayed, and Sanemi just turns the toy on, it's vibrations humming through the air. "Look up at her. You know what you did." He barks, and Obanai brings up his head. He feels tears welling in his eyes- the toy is a girthy one that requires proper prep, and he was bad and got it early.

"...m'sorry.."

He whimpers, body throbbing in pleasure-pain that sends waves through his spine until his spine melts. Mitsuri just groans, fingers dipping into the cave of heat that is her pussy. Sanemi seems pleased, though, sending the toy up, up, up, slowly circling through levels as Obanai whines. "Sanemi, you're gonna- you're gonna make me.."

"Don't. You. Dare." Sanemi's voice was dangerous, but Obanai knew he didn't mean it. Because Sanemi knew he couldn't help it. If he did, he wouldn't reach his hand down to tug the plug from his hole and shove his own cock in without warning. Obanai groans, reaching down. Sanemi lets him touch himself, and so he does; he strokes slow lines across the tip of his dick with his nails, unable to handle any more stimulation than it.

Sanemi sets a brutal, unending rhythm, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Obanai loses eye contact with Mitsuri as she closes her eyes and rolls her head back, moaning loudly. Sanemi's cock twitches inside of Obanai. He can feel it.

When he comes, it's sudden. With a quiet whimper, hot white spews from him, sticking to his stomach and staining the sheets below him. Sanemi doesn't even slow his pace all the while.

"You- you gotta stay.. stay the same pace even when he cums, y'know.." Sanemi tells Mitsuri, barely able to hold out long enough to string two words together. "He's- ngh.. gotta prove he's a good boy."

Sanemi presses Obanai down further, hips arched in a way that's painful for even Mitsuri to think about. Her other hand, stationary until now, goes to tweak at her nipples, before she squeals, liquid squirting onto the chair she's sitting on.

Obanai's squeezes and groans seem to do just enough to Sanemi that he can't hold out, thrusting deep to shoot hot white ropes into Obanai, who's sensitive walls feel every last drop.

Sanemi sighs, landing on top of Obanai with a sigh. "...And that.. is how you make him come."

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Obanai stands, bent over the kitchen counter, hands pressing the pleated skirt down against himself. Sanemi reaches under the fabric, pulling at the hip straps of the pair of lace panties underneah.

He wasn't sure how this had all come about. A dare, maybe? The road behind him was fuzzy, buzzed with alcohol and crazed post-sex ramblings. But the one thing that stood out to him, throughout all of this, was the fact that it was exhilerating.

When he'd gone to the lingerie store and picked out a pair of skimpy lace panties, something between a thong and g-string, nobody knew it was for him. When he went to his local drug store and picked up the most pointlessly gendered, female-centric lube bottle he could find, nobody knew he would use it. When he'd bought an entire "girlish outfit", a pink pleated skirt, puppies-and-kittens-and-sugar shirt, and a fluffy sweater complete with thigh-high stockings and low heels, nobody knew he'd be wearing it around his house just to tease his boyfriend.

Sanemi had been working later than usual. Obanai didn't mind. While their jobs as teachers were time consuming, Sanemi took extra time to tutor students, namely his brother. Obanai never bothered; the work he put into his lessons should be enough for most of them, and that annoying Kamado kid managed to rope most of them into at least paying some modicum of attention to avoid failing.

So he'd had time to assemble the outfit. Putting the shirt on was easiest. It looks like a sleep shirt he would have been gifted by Kanroji, a student he'd never actually taught since her classes were mainly art-oriented. But she seemed to take a liking to him despite it. The skirt was another thing altogether. He didn't like wearing things that exposed his legs on a regular basis. The most he was willing to wear were Sanemi's old boxer shorts, but this was... different. Breezy. And once he slipped on the stockings, he found himself staring in the mirror longer than he felt was strictly necessary to make sure he looked okay.

He heard the door slam shut just as he finished assembling the outfit and practised walking in low heels, just to the kitchen. He froze, something dangerously akin to fear taking over every muscle. He'd counted on having a grace period before Sanemi came home. There wasn't enough time to sprint back to the bedroom and change his clothes, no. But what would Sanemi think, sober and pent up?

All that flew out the window when Sanemi stormed into the kitchen. He seemed just about ready to bark something out, before his mind caught on to what Obanai was wearing. He paused, and Obanai looked almost nervous. Sweat dripped down his temples.

"...I.. was just- I thought it'd be funny." He tried to backpedal, but Sanemi was still staring, quite the tent forming in his pants. "Counter." He said. One word.

And that was how they got here.

The panties were pushed down without fanfare. Sanemi grunts, flipping up the skirt Obanai had on. "...Quite the fuckin' outfit, I'll say.." He panted, unzipping his pants and reaching on the counter for the strawberry scented lube with cartoons on it. It midly resembled something a child would eye in a store.

Pushing that mildly disturbing thought from his mind, he lathered as much as needed onto his hand, before taking his finger and smearing it onto his cock and thrusting up into Obanai without hesitation.

Obanai moaned. The lack of prep caught him off guard as he gripped the edge of the countertop. Sanemi gave an experimental thrust, feeling the odd position they were in. He reached forward, only lightly brushing Obanai's cock, just to check it's state of full erectness.

"Don't touch yourself. Girls can't do that. This is what you wanted, right?"

He asked, keeping up a slow pace. Obanai just nods his head, looking behind him. He can't say Sanemi's ever dominated him quite like this. Not with this much fervour or lack of input from him.

Sanemi picks up the pace, gripping Obanai's hips to keep him still as possible, pounding into Obanai's prostate with each thrust. After so many times, Obanai's inner workings became second nature to Sanemi, and Obanai knew it. His walls tightened around Sanemi, who hissed.

"Fuck, Oba.." His hips put more pressure into the inward thrust, rolling to create friction, "You're damn tight when you do that.. makes me feel like some schoolboy.." He whimpered, just slightly, at the end of his sentence. Heat rushed straight to Obanai's core at the words. He felt the praise send waves of pleasure to his cock, but he doesn't dare reach down to touch it. Sanemi said no. Sanemi knows how to make him come without touching.

Sanemi groans, shifting so Obanai is arched at a borderline painful angle, thrusting with enough vigour that the counter is the only thing keeping him from falling over. He picks up the pace, and Obanai can hardly stand it. Every nerve feels like it's on fire, and sweat feels like bloodletting until that pressure just- snaps.

He didn't expect to come so quickly, but there he is, making a mess of the skirt's front. He goes taut, before his legs give out, leaving him to lean on Sanemi for support. Sanemi gives hard, deep thrusts, before he stops, paining Obanai's insides with white.

"...We.. are going to have a long talk about.. this." He finally mutters, and Obanai nods.

Best dare ever.

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Sanemi ground his teeth, one hand gripping tightly to the katana sheath stapped to his hip.

This damned cave was pissing him off. Reportings of a demon had been going on for months; young men and women, taken from their homes, only to be found disemboweled nearby a rather deep and rather ominous-looking cave. Naturally, townsfolk began whispering of demons, and the rumour reached the ears of the demon slayer corps. Considering the sheer amount of confirmed deaths associated with the creature, squads of mizunoto were sent. None returned.

So eventually, they sent a lone hashira to observe and inspect the demon's territory, call for backup if needed, and eliminate the threat.

Stepping inside, Sanemi found that the walls of the cave were damp, the air increasingly stuffy as he went. For it's small above-ground alcove, the place is surprisingly deep and dark. Perfect hiding spot for a demon. Stopping, he pauses, reaching for his sword...

...Only to find an empty sheath.

He freezes, hand fumbling, hoping he just miscalculated, but no such luck. His sheath his empty, and in the dim light, he knows he's done for. How did he manage to lose his sword? He would have noticed if a demon took it. There's no way one would have been able to sneak up on him like that!

He needs to get out of here. Call for backup- even if it's just someone who has a spare training sword. He starts walking, tripping several times on things that he can't identify. They seem like vines, sprawling across the floor, but they writhe around. In the dark, he's acutely aware of how hopelessly lost he is, until one of the vines grabs his ankle.

Cursing loudly, he tries to kick it off of him, but that just makes it latch onto the other one. He practically jumps, feeling his back collide with the wall, also covered in vines. The vines manage to snag him, and he realises he's wandered into the belly of the beast.

As the tendrils wrap around him, he realised they weren't quite... vines. Not plant matter. More scaled, more... muscle-based. It sent panic down his spine. Is this how he'd die? Trapped without a sword and smothered with vines?

"...Oh? Another has walked right into my abode.." A quiet, displeased voice called out, words enunciated to express that displeasure.

Sanemi grit his teeth. "You! I'll- kill you! Lemme go and fight fair!" He screeched, pulling with all his might. A pair of gleaming, mismatched eyes stared him down, before moving into Sanemi's line of sight.

...He could pass for an extremely beautiful man. With his right eye being a golden yellow, and the left being teal. His features are soft. Delicate. Framed by poorly chopped, raven-black hair.

But his skin was pale white, covered in what looked to be scales. Where his legs should be, a long, prehensile tail resembling the body of a snake replaced them. "...Fight? Oh, I have no intention to fight." He shook his head, and Sanemi grit his teeth. "Don't lie to me, bastard! You think I didn't hear about the people you killed!?"

The demon blinks. "...Ah. I see. Well, my intention was not to kill. Merely to lay my eggs. As a demon, it's incredibly difficult to find a proper host. Each and every one has been unable to take them all in. Even demon slayers. But to acheive success is to perservere."

Sanemi writhes in his restraints. Lay eggs? What a bunch of crazy talk! But... the demon gets closer. If only he had his sword. He'd be able to get free, free from the scaled tendrils holding him still, free from the hand reaching down and feeling at his clothed cunt.

"...Nothing there.? Well, that makes things... easssier." It smiled, a forked tongue coming to flick at Sanemi's face as it's finger tore the fabric of his pants. Sanemi could do nothing but bark curses at it, until he felt something prod at his pussy in the darkness.

He jolts when something started nudging at his cunt. It felt almost organic, but hard and rough on the sides. Its top was small and tapered but strong and prehensile, as though the entire thing was one muscle. It slowly explored him, rubbing against every crevice. Sanemi trembled.

As the thing reaches further into his cunt, she becomes aware that the tapered end expanded into an arm that must have been four or five inches thick. The thing seemed to give off lubricant of its own, because his whole cunt was suddenly slick and tingly. He found himself grinding down on it, moaning softly into the tentacle in his throat. He burned with shame, but the demon only reached for his clit.

"There's no reason for this to be... more painful than necessary." It said, voice calm.

Sanemi was aware, distantly, that he was being stretched obscenely at his entrance, but all the pain turned to pleasure before it could hit his brain.

The only pain that did reach him came when the thing started circling his cervix. The tapered end found the center and pushed in, popping into his womb. He screamed into the darkness, tears welling in his eyes, before the demon shushed him. "No need for that." It shut down the cries with another tentacle, this one reaching down, past his foolishly open mouth, down his throat, pushing down further as he sputtered and choked on the girth, down until he felt it reach his stomach.

"Most of the girls i've attempted to use only made it this far, but I'm confident as strong a body as yours could carry the eggs to term." The demon insisted.

When the deemon seemed satisfied with the tentacle's examination, it started leaking another fluid. This fluid seemed almost like glue, hardening and anchoring the tentacle in his abused pussy.

Then the worst part came: the tentacle shuddered and expanded. Something traveled up it and into Sanemi's uterus. It reached his cervix fairly easily, and then the tentacle contracted and forced it through, even as he gave muffled curses and shrieks of fear. He didn't even bother to sugarcoat it- he was terrified. He wished the demon would just kill him so he wouldn't have to live with the prospect of... carrying these things to term.

The egg was small and gooey — maybe 5 centimeters across — but it was still shocking to have nestled in his womb. It didn't feel hard, like he expected. Soft, and flexible, like a real snake's egg.

The tentacle forced another in, and then another, until Sanemi was desperately trying to escape, scratching against the things encasing his arms and straining his legs.

It felt like too many for his little womb. Why did the demon need him alive? Why couldn't he just die, or suffer enough blood loss to be braindead? At least then he would be spared the feeling of his stomach expanding with each egg, helped along by the lubricant that the tentacle was spilling into his womb.

As his belly was starting to bulge outward, the tentacle finally stopped, but it did not retract. Instead, the prehensile end lazily stroked the inside of his womb before curling up at his entrance. He wept through the tentacle around his throat, but the demon simply curled up next to him.

"...I'm positive this clutch will endure. Until then, each and every one of your needs will be met."

Sanemi pauses his sobbing to try and scream "Fuck you".

It doesn't work.

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Obanai rested, head on the floor of the bath, water calm around him. He closed his eyes, feeling the soap run off of his body in rivulets.

The water started stirring up, and Obanai reached to see if it was maybe one of the staff bringing a towel, but his hand made contact with something firm and fleshy. Sanemi's chest, he realised upon inspection.

"You couldn't wait until I was done..?" He murmured quietly.

Sanemi just grunted. "The staff let me in. Figured since we're both hashira, it'd be no problem for me to be here while you shower." Obanai just shrugged, but let him stay.

Obanai kept to himself at the edge of the steaming bath as Sanemi washed his hair and body, water running down and carrying suds down his scarred torso. At least, until Sanemi grabbed his hips and settled on top of him.

"You're all quiet. I know exactly what you need today." Sanemi purred, and Obanai just blinked, barely having time to think before Sanemi dived for a quick peck on the lips. Seeing no immediate objection, he went for round two, which was deeper.

Obanai opened his mouth slightly, hands going to the soft peaks on Sanemi's chest, thumbing at the nipples. Sanemi sighed, pushing his tongue deep into Obanai's mouth, exploring every inch of it, and grinding his hips down onto Obanai's dick. The stimulation nudged it into full erectness.

Sanemi grinned into Obanai's open mouth, before pulling away, kisses peppering the scar running along his cheeks. Obanai pouted almost, desperately wishing for the friction to come back. "...Sanemi..!" He whined, hips trying fruitlessly buck up against the other's cunt. Sanemi just paused. "Eager, huh..?"

He grinned, scar along the top of his nose bunching up, before he led Obanai's fingers down along his slit. Obanai whimpered, fingers running along it, before entering. Sanemi gasped at the sudden intrusion. "...Two fingers to start? Impatient.." He snarked, before Obanai curled his fingers, thumb rubbing Sanemi's clit. He didn't seem so cocky then, thighs twitching as he moaned.

Obanai scissored his fingers, and Sanemi gasped. Obanai had gotten good at his. He'd learned. Still thumbing Sanemi's clit with as much pressure as he could muster- Sanemi liked it rough- he pinched one of Sanemi's nipples slightly. Sanemi made a surprised noise, body jerking a bit as he panted. Obanai let go, watching as Sanemi came down from a quiet high only he and Obanai knew how to give himself.

Grinning, Sanemi grabbed Obanai by his length, before letting himself ease onto it. Obanai whimpered, a high noise, as Sanemi's tight walls enclosed around him. Obanai didn't have a big dick- it was small. But Sanemi was both tight and tense, which made the pressure so, so good.

Sanemi brought himself up, before slamming down onto Obanai's cock again, the water splashing the edges of the tub, and Obanai couldn't help but roll his eyes back. The contrast between the lukewarm, free-flowing water and the tight heat of Sanemi's cunt were polar opposites that had lava pooling in his belly.

"Sanemi.." he called out, needy as all getout, and Sanemi showed him some mercy by quickening his pace. He never ceased to find himself surprised at his own whininess whenever Sanemi rode him like this. Which was to say most of the time.

Obanai felt like the water was suddenly boiling, all he could focus on was the heat, the pressure, the-

With a gasp, he came, Sanemi slipping off of his dick with as much speed as possible. His fluids floated to the top of the water, and he flushed his embarassment.

Sanemi just stepped out of the bath, water dripping off his body and falling in rivulets. "...Dry off. I'm not done yet."

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Sanemi steps into the apartment, and one smell hits his nose outright.

A citrus-y, almost tangy scent. Far cry from Obanai's usual, wet-earth pheramones. It spoke to the alpha instinct deep inside of him, and it forced one thought to the forefront of his mind; an omega is in distress.

The whines his ears picked up solidified the idea, as he made his way to the bedroom, where he knew his mate would be. Heats weren't fun when you were an omega, much less a male.

Obanai's mattres was torn off of the frame, pulled into the darkest corner of the room with a mess of moving blankets piled atop them. As soft, plush, and comfortable as he could possibly get.

Sanemi crossed the room in seconds, pulling the top blanket to expose Obanai's naked form, hand reaching to roughly finger his own cunt, slick gushing down his thighs as he did. He blinked at the sudden chill, opening his eyes just a sliver.

"...Sanemi.." He whimpered, in that way that made Sanemi rock-hard. "...I need.." He didn't have to finish his sentence. Sanemi's inner alpha knew what his mate needed and he was determined to give it to him. His mate's comfort was first priority. Stripping down, dick pusling with energy, he brought himself down into the makeshift nest as Obanai drew the blanket back over him. It made sweat prick along his back, but he endured. For his omega.

He brought their lips together, and Obanai reciprocated, hand reaching down to press Sanemi's tip into his cunt, running it along the slit a few times first. Their bodies fit together like a glove. Sanemi gave a slow and experimental thrust, slick squelching around his shaft, just to gauge how much Obanai could take. The omega nipped at Sanemi's tongue when he noticed that Sanemi wasn't putting his all into it, and Sanemi pulled out to just the tip, before slamming into the omega with a wet sound. Skin slapping skin.

Obanai yipped, but took it, hands tracing red lines down Sanemi's back as the alpha began to ease into it, trying to graze the omega's g-spot with each thrust. The tip of his cock slammed into the base of his cervix, slowly working open the mouth of it. He leaned down as he did, using his sense of smell to locate the omega's scent gland. Biting down on it, he tried his best to be careful- he wanted a possessive mark, not a wound. Obanai groaned, head lolling back as a fluid that was clearly different than his slick went down.

He came quickly. He must have been edging himself for a while. No matter. His omega needed him to finish, to knot. So he would.

He pushed himself, thrusting harder, faster, looking at the state of the omega under him. His skin was flushed, dark hairs sticking to his forehead, mismatched eyes closed in painful bliss, cunt quivering with effort.

Sanemi came silently, forcing himself up, securely past the mouth of his omega's womb as his white began to fill the omega up. His knot swelled, inflating like a balloon. Obanai groaned. Sanemi's knot was on the bigger side, Obanai could clench his hands into a fist and still come up short. Once it was done, there was no way for Sanemi's fluid to leak, so it continued to fill up Obanai's womb. There was quite a bit of swelling, and Sanemi got to watch it happen in real time.

When his body was finished filling his omega to the brim, Sanemi laid down. They were still connected by the knot, and Obanai smiled weakly. "...Thank you.. I was so tired."

Sanemi kissed his omega's forehead. "I'd knot you as many times as you needed."

And it was true. Sanemi had quite a few rounds left in him.

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Obanai rubs her thighs together as she glances around the dilapidated ruins. She’d offered to scout this area to check for other demons. Although that wasn't why she really came.

This village centered around a hot spring, still flowing though the once elaborate baths had clearly once seen better days.

Now normally when Obanai got horny like this, she could just get Sanemi to help her take care of it. The other hashira was more than happy to oblige her. However, today Obanai is on a mission with a group of younger, inexperienced slayers. Which meant if she wanted relief, she’d have to take care of herself.

Obanai quickly looks around before finding a nice bed of rock and laying down on it.

Leaning back on a fallen stone column next to her, Obanai reaches down, her hand gliding over her toned thighs. Her fingers don't waver as they stretch toward her sensitive mound, ghosting over the smooth flesh before parting her lips to allow her middle finger to rub as the damp ball of nerves hidden between.

She shifts her position so she’s on her knees, still leaning back on the pillar. Like this she has better leverage as her fingers slide into her tight pussy. They swirl around, spreading and rubbing the inner walls as Obanai begins teasing her clit.

Moaning louder, Obanai looks around. Her comrades have yet to find her absence suspicious. She felt wetter than it ever had been. She didn’t care if she was still out in the open.

She looked down and observed herself, nipples stiff through her clothes and pussy wet. It was a picture of pure lust.

By now Obanai didn’t even need any more build up. She just went right to town on her pussy. She brought her right hand down between her legs and furiously rubbed her pussy.

She was leaking already, a puddle slowly beginning to form on the ground below her.

With her right hand, Obanai pushed her middle and index finger into her cunt. The feeling of those fingers against her inner walls was such a relief. The burning in her crotch grew the more her fingers worked in and out. It was like an itch she was finally scratching.

At the same time, she brought her left hand down between her legs and started rubbing her clit in quick circles. Her mouth was open wide, moaning quietly as her breath grew heavier.

She could feel her whole body getting hotter as her fingers worked herself hard. Her clit tingled as her hand flicked it back and forth and she could feel her inner walls tightening as her fingers worked in deeper.

“Oh, fuck…” Obanai softly whispered. Her fingers plunged deeper, touching her most sensitive spots. The rock beneath her had her juices all over it as she eagerly fingered herself.

Soon, Obanai couldn’t control herself anymore. Her legs spasmed uncontrollably as her climax hit her like a train. She bucked her hips forward, still rapidly fingering herself.

As she came down from the experience, she blinked, mismatched eyes trying to fix her skirt. Hopefully the dampness wouldn't be noted, or at least commented on, by the younger slayers.

Collected some of her own fluids, she wipes her fingers onto a piece of parchment to send to Sanemi.

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Obanai didn’t know how long he’d been tied up in the rough red rope that decorated his body with knots in different places. The rough texture rubbing and burning his skin so beautifully, he was sure that they’d leave marks that’d be hard to cover but that is something he’s too blissed out to care about.

All he could care about how he so badly just wanted to grab a hold of Sanemi.

Laying on his stomach with his hands tied together, burning and aching. The rope tied beautifully in many knots up to his shoulders and around his neck that would put a gentle pressure against his pulse if he moved too much.

The tying was a long process- ropes, hands, blindfolds, a lot of rice wine. But here he was; naked, bound, and tipsy.

He wasn't fussed when the blindfold came on. His vision was usually poor, anyway. But he couldn't quite pinpoint Sanemi's location. He fussed a bit, before rough hands grabbed his shoulder and forced him up. He let out a surprised gasp- his hearing was far from the best in the demon slayer corps, but he'd never been snuck up on like this before.

Sanemi runs his fingers through Obanai's hair a bit, rubbing his scalp in some places, just the way he knows Obanai likes it. Then, without warning, he tightens his grip, and leads Obanai to his cock like a dog on a leash. The serpent hashira opens his mouth as soon as he feels the head push against his lips.

At first, Obanai allows himself to be dragged, as Sanemi sets pace and shows him what to do. After a while, Obanai moves his head as well, hollowing his cheeks and nestling his tongue just below the head, which earns him a more gentle grip on his hair. Obanai likes being pet. It makes him feel so good.

When Obanai's lips reached the end, he felt like he was going to choke as he was held there for a few moments. Sanemi eventually pulls him back into a real pace, and he gasps for air as he goes. His pants are feeling uncomfortably tight, and damp.

"Good boy, just like that, just how you're doing it," Sanemi's voice cuts through the silence, save for the wet sounds of mouth-on-cock, stroking Obanai's hair as he keeps going. Obanai has to fight to stay upright, maneuvering his body to properly suck without falling. His back strains as he attempts to fit the full girth of Sanemi's cock into his mouth without help, and he whines, the sound barely escaping past the thing.

Obanai's ropes tighten suddenly, and he's so shocked by it. That alcohol did too much to him, he supposes. He doesn't usually drink, he's not surprised he has such little tolerance. But now he can barely move. He compensates by giving attention to the head, lapping up the precum dripping from it.

Sanemi grabs his hair, a firm yank that earns a real cry of pleasure-pain. The pain tugs Obanai sharply forwards. Sanemi's cock presses against the back of Obanai's throat, and he gags as saliva drips down onto the floor. He feels like he's not getting enough air, it's making him lightheaded, the experience even more surreal.

Sanemi pushes him away, so far back he's sure he's going to fall, before dragging Obanai back so forcefully that his face presses against Sanemi's pelvis.

Obanai's own cock throbbed, and he whined at the lack of attention. Usually, Sanemi let him touch himself but not this time. His hands were bound.

Sanemi's grip on Obanai's hair tightens and his thrusts grow sloppy. He's going to come. He stares into Obanai's eyes as an orgasm wracks through his body and he pulls out of the other man's mouth, covering his face with it. It's hot on Obanai's cool skin.

Falling backward, Obanai squirms on the ground, panting, dick twitching as if to beg for attention. But Sanemi simply pulls out his sword, swinging it down. Obanai, for a matter of moments, is convinced Sanemi is trying to kill him, and nearly loses control of himself. But his binds, once under such taut pressure, snap at the blade's contact.

"...Dirty little dogs like you don't need to cum. Right, puppy?"

Sanemi asks him. Obanai, despite being dissappointed, he nods.

There will always be a day Sanemi says he's a good boy and lets him cum.

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Sanemi sinks his teeth into the flesh of Obanai's windpipe, tearing the thing from his body with a wet squelching noise. Strong jaws chew the organ, swallowing it.

Obanai feels his own blood gurgling out from the wound, hot and wet. The wound stems it's bleeding the moment it starts, leaving minimal lasting damage. Dissatisfied, Sanemi slams his fist down into Obanai's cranium, shattering the front of his skull. Sinking his clawed fingers into the flesh, he begins pulling the skull fragments away from the flesh of Obanai's brain, taking a handful with his other hand and sloppily bringing it to his mouth.

The organ once again regenerates itself around Sanemi's hand, flesh and cells knitting over the gaping, mortal wounds imposed upon it. Sanemi pulls back to avoid being fused to the other demon's face.

Obanai looks up to Sanemi once his vision returns, and if his cheeks had regenerated, he'd have smiled. But he settled for squinting.

Sanemi just plunges a hand deep into Obanai's chest cavity. Both hands stretch the ribcage apart, and Sanemi reaches for Obanai's heart, pulling it like a human hand would pluck a peach from it's branches. Sinking his teeth, blood drips from the valves, dripping back into the cavity, more like a birdbath than a place for vital organs.

Down, Sanemi claws his way into the abdomen, tearing at the wall of muscle to expose the lining of the stomach. Obanai just groans at the pleasureable pain sensations, his serpentine lower half wrapping around the pair, keeping them close to continue their ministrations. Sanemi moves his hakama pants down, revealing his spiked demon cock, before thrusting it into the open wounds he inflicted.

Obanai, head now regenerated fully, moans loudly, serpent cocks hardening both as Sanemi's pace prevented his regeneration from being effective. The other demon rubbed his cock along Obanai's stomach, admiring the balloon-like texture of it, before his finger reached down to pierce it. Stomach acid spilled from the hole, mixing with the blood as the substance travelled up Obanai's windpipe to choke him as it exited his mouth. Despite the fact that demons could not die from lack of oxygen, the feeling still left Obanai pleasantly lightheaded as he groaned, precum leaking from the tip of his cocks.

Sanemi thrust his dick into the hole in Obanai's stomach, further tearing it. The substance burned, but Sanemi only hissed at the feeling, before thrusting harder and deeper. His length pierced through the other side, effectively spearing the organ as Obanai moaned wantonly, the experience so utterly pleasurable despite it's nature.

Demons could not derrive sustenence from other demons. Despite the fact that this would be incredibly self-sufficient, their biology simply wouldn't allow it. Demons also rarely formed groups that would partake in said cannibalism. If it was done, it was a type of sex act. Something done solely for masochisic pleasure.

And Obanai was nothing if not masochistic. Even now, as the weak lining of his stomach was torn to unrecognizeable shreds and his spine cracked under the strain, he chased the pleasure the pain provided, riding the high of it, letting himself glide down the waterfall of pleasure, spilling over.

When he comes, his muscles retracting spills more blood, and his regeneration goes into overdrive as Sanemi pulls away. Fluid leaks from his hemipenes, sliding down his scales and becoming one with the red puddle on the floor.

Sanemi, just for pleasure's sake, rips off his hemipenes, too. Obanai doesn't mind. His regeneration will fix it and they can do it all again.

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Obanai whimpered, shifting his position to try and be more comfortable, despite being impaled on his coworker's cock.

"..Sa..nemi.." He uttered, but no reply came. Only a small chuckle.

This had all started with a mission, believe it or not. Him and Sanemi were went for a basic patrol along a village that demon rumours began spiking in. Simple enough a mizunoto could do it, but the village the creatures had been terrorizing seemed grateful. They might as well have drowned the two hashira in sake.

That was all fine. What wasn't fine, as Obanai's drunk mind finally began to register, was just how bad his urge to relieve himself had become. Stumbling back with Sanemi, he grabbed the chamber pot and went to relieve himself outside, but he was stopped by Sanemi.

"....nn, just where do you think yer goin'..?" The wind hashira slurred, and Obanai tilted his head limply. The alcohol had dulled his usual asceticism, so his response was simple. "...Gotta pee. Why, you gotta go..?" He muttered. Sanemi shook his head, but snatched the chamber pot anyway. With a groan, Obanai reached for it. "No fair.." He muttered. Sanemi just snickered and shoved Obanai down to his knees and practically tackling him into a sloppy, intoxicated kiss.

Their usual drunk roughhousing wasn't as fun with a full bladder, Obanai decided as he returned the kiss, one hand reaching to fist Sanemi's white hair, the other down between his legs. Despite himself, he was barely sober enough to feel his fingers and toes, let alone his bladder's true signals. Sanemi just let his hands roam along the other slayer's body, tossing the empty pot accross the room as he undid the buttons of Obanai's demon slayer uniform. It took him a while, but he got the buttons undone, pinching at the other slayer's nipples and grinning at the aroused groan in response.

Obanai can feel himself getting hard, and it does distract from the sensation in his abdomen as he pulls away from the kiss. Sanemi is undoing Obanai's belt, leaving the other man naked. "Sanemi... lemme piss first.." He whined as he watched the white-haired male undress.

Sanemi shook his head, flipping the other man over. The sudden change of position makes the contents of his bladder churn and feel so much heavier, especially as he's forced down, down, down, so his chest is touching the hard wood floor and his ass is high in the air. He's flexible enough it doesn't hurt, but oh god is the urge to pee strong now.

Sanemi enters him with no prep, simply thrusting his dick past the ring of muscle and deep into the other man.

Obanai whimpered, shifting his position to try and be more comfortable, despite being impaled on his coworker's cock.

"..Sa..nemi.." He uttered, but no reply came. Only a small chuckle.

Sanemi gave an experimental thrust, before setting a breakneck pace just because he could. Each thrust went right to Obanai's poor bladder. Despite his arousal, the only thing escaping from the tip of his cock were droplets of precum and piss. "Sanemi, Sanemi, I- I cant.." He whimpers, but Sanemi either doesn't hear him or doesn't care.

The tip of Sanemi's cock hits Obanai's prostate like some sort of homing beacon, jostling his bladder the more it goes on. Sanemi speeds up, getting sloppy with it. He's going to come, and Obanai knows it. Thrusting hard and fast, Sanemi presses in once, twice, thrice, before hot white spews from him and deep inside to paint Obanai's walls and two arms snake around his middle tightly, and Obanai knows, he just can't take it anymore.

At first, the stream of piss is quiet. Then it spatters on the ground, loudly, making a large puddle around him as it leaks out. It's almost like it takes a few moments for his body to realise he's given up on holding it all in, because it all suddenly wants to come out at once, burning through his urethra, dripping down his thighs.

Sanemi looks up from his orgasm-induced stupor and blinks. "..." He doesn't say anything, just watches it happen.

Just to add insult to injury, only then, covered in piss, does the relief push him to his orgasm.

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Obanai isn't sure how this started. The bar was dingy, and Mitsuri was still pouring back drinks with Shinobu.

The bathroom was gross, but Obanai didn't think he could handle that environment any longer. So he sat on the bathroom stall's floor and waited. For what, he wasn't sure.

But something poking him in the side of the face startled him. Jolting back, he turned to get an eyefull of the hard, leaking cock staring him in the face. Obanai blinked. He hadn't even noticed the now very obvious glory hole in the side of the stall he chose.

Eh.

What did he really have to lose? Not like the person through the wall could see him.

Taking the cock into his hand, he gave a few pumps, just to get a feel. Longer than he had originally expected. Thicker, too. But Obanai's taken bigger. Opening his mouth, he takes the cock in with little effort.

When his nose touches the wall, the cock has reached the back of Obanai's throat, causing him to almost gag. Clenching his thumbs, he moves back and forth, towards the wall and away from it, nestling his tongue in that spot just under the head that makes anyone hard. The other person makes an audible shuddering noise and bucks as far as the wall will let him.

Obanai pulls his mouth away, running his tongue along the veiny, girthy phallus. He has half a mind to wonder what the other person looks like. Pale, for one. Almost as pale as him. Although this person's pallor looks natural, genetic, compared to Obanai's lack of sunlight and proper nutrients.

He reached the end of the shaft, sticking his tongue against the confines of the wall to lick further down, before running his tongue back to the tip and putting it back in his mouth. He clenches his jaw a bit, scraping his teeth for friction as he moved. He could hear the whimpers from the other side of the bathroom stall, before the person gasped, tensing.

The cock pulsed, before shooting a load of hot white down Obanai's throat. Coughing from the suddenness of it, he pulls away. The stuff spews along his face, his hair, his clothes, but the moment it's over, the person takes their cock out of the whole, and seems to book it out of the bathroom by the sound of their footsteps.

Obanai looks under the stall to see a pair of shoes walking unsteadily to the door. He smirks to himself. His night got a whole lot less boring.

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Mitsuri grinned as the stared at the squirming body above her. Obanai looked at her with an expression she could only assume was the same one someone makes whilst begging for mercy. His slender body shook with both anticipation and nerves that made her clit throb deliciously.

Reaching down, she guided his length down against her slit, rubbing along it slowly. Obanai groaned, and Mitsuri just hummed. "You ready, baby..?" She asked, knowing the answer was yes. The answer was always yes when Obanai got into bed with them. She pushed his cock into her pussy, making sure to keep eye contact. This might have been his first time taking them both, so she wanted to make sure she didn't overwhelm him.

Sanemi just grunted behind the pair. "He doesn't need to be coddled. He can take it just fine."

Mitsuri couldn't tell, but from Obanai's needy whimpers, she'd assume Sanemi was already nestled deep inside of Obanai's guts. The stimulation was more than he was used to, and it showed.

Bringing her arms around Obanai's neck, she guided his mouth to hers, pressing their lips together. Mitsuri could feel Obanai beginning to move inside her, although that was from Sanemi's movements more than his own. Either way, it was sending pleasure straight down to her core.

Obanai opened his mouth with a cry of either pleasure or overstimulation. It was so hot. Mitsuri pressed her tongue inside, exploring the small man's mouth. Obanai didn't eat much or often, so she didn't expect to taste much. Although she was certain he could taste the Sakura Mochi left in her mouth from earlier's pre-threesome meal.

Sanemi's hips moved fiercely, pulling out so barely the tip was inside, before slamming back into Obanai with a ferocity that would be studied in some sort of animal. Obanai cried out in pleasure, the arms that kept him from squishing Mitsuri into the bed shaking. Mitsuri reached down to toy with her own clit. The experience of Obanai inside her while he himself was getting dominated made her so incredibly horny.

Sanemi groaned, throwing his head back as his thrusts became harder, faster. Obanai's breaths were forced into matching the rythm, taking quick inhales only to have it forced back out of him with the sound of skin slapping skin. Mitsuri couldn't help it. The other hand, once around Obanai's neck for his support, now pressed itself against her breast, fingers tweaking and toying with the nipple for extra stimulation.

Obanai whimpered, entire body going taut. Sanemi made a choked noise. "Fuck, Obanai, you're gonna make a guy cum if you tighten like that..."

Obanai just shivered, his cock shooting a load of white deep into Mitsuri's walls. She could feel him painting her insides. "Oh, what a good boy, you did so well!" She chirped reassurances into his ear as he came, Sanemi still pounding deep. "...Held out so long, you did! But... now you made a big mess! And is there a good boy who can clean it all?"

Obanai nodded with a sob.

Mitsuri smiled, kissing his tear streaks quickly, before maneuvering herself so that Obanai's head could comfortable come down, level with her pussy. And as though he were starved, his head lunged forward, nose buried in her clit and tongue digging into the entrance, hungrily licking up the mess he had made.

Sanemi was making all kinds of noise. One hand even reached down to stroke Obanai's cock, making him hard and leaking all over again. Sanemi's edging game was beastly. Obanai just sobbed harder into Mitsuri's pussy, tongue reaching to clean up his mess. Mitsuri, biting her lip, pushed his head down further, trying to get him to go deeper.

Obanai came again. This time, it only got on the bedsheets, but christ, two orgasms so quickly together? Obanai was fully weeping now, and Sanemi paused, near-imperceptily, to gauge his state. No signs of him trying to enunciate a safeword, no shaking his head or signalling. All was a-go, he found as he continued.

Mitsuri couldn't help it. Orgasms must be contagious, she thought as a whole new wave of liquid for Obanai to lap up rained down.

Sanemi thrusted hard and deep, but he lacked the same precision. Even if he wanted to, it was doubtful he could hang on that much longer. And judging from the way he grunted, movements slowing before going still, he must have came already. Obanai's body locked up for another orgasm, this time producing very little. Sanemi lowered himself onto the bed beside Obanai, who had cuddled into Mitsuri's chest for comfort, body shaking with overstimulation and pleasure.

Mitsuri smiled. "I think we'll have to get Obanai accustomed to taking us both at the same time..."

Sanemi nodded, arms snaking around Obanai's hips to hold him.

Obanai chimed in as well, though neither of you them quite sure what words he was trying to string together.

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Sanemi flexed his muscles as much as he could, taking deep, calming breaths- as calm as he could. He didn't remember much from his siblings' births, but he remembered his mother being told to breathe.

God, he wished someone would tell him what to do. Someone that wasn't the demon keeping him like this. The demon who had violated his cunt and forced him to carry it's... spawn, of sorts.

Initially, he had not looked forward to the birth of these... things, but now he would have done anything to get the things out. They had grown considerably, and there simply was not enough space for them. As it currently stood, their movements had slowed somewhat. They were so crowded in that there was no space for them to move around. His stomach bulged out before him. Obanai, a name the demon introduced himself as, returned from his trip outside his cave, it seems. Sanemi wasn't sure. It was so dark.

"...SSssssanemi~" it hissed contently, holding what sounded like a bag of rice. "..I know humans enjoy variety, so I thought I'd try my hand at making curry."

Sanemi didn't respond. The demon was keeping him in shockingly good condition. In the beginning, before the things in his womb really took, he would gently excercise the hashira's limbs to prevent them from atrophying. He kept track of Sanemi's body weight and constantly adjusted his diet. He was even quite civil, Sanemi found.

Maybe it was just the time down here with the creature, but he didn't think he minded having a demon's baby anymore. Or a few of them.

Instead, he groaned as his stomach contracted, muscles screaming at him as his thighs tightened and flexed. The demon dropped his bag of rice and slithered his way to Sanemi's large belly.

"...Yesss.. they're proper in size..." he murmured. Sanemi felt the ever-present tentacle inside his urethra pull itself away from the mouth of Sanemi's cervix, and his nerves tingled, unused to their sudden lack of stimulation. He whined, a pitiful noise he'd stopped holding back months ago.

“You’ll be fine — you’re made for this,” Obanai assured Sanemi, who was trembling, “My snakelets do most of the work themselves, and they’re not even as big as real, human babies.”

To the demon's credit, he was right. Things progressed pretty fast once the first snakelet noticed the entrance was weaker than usual, and began working to escape.

It burrowed in on Sanemi's cervix, which opened up quickly. He let out a pitiful yelp as the seedling started passing through — its slender front slipped through his cervix immediately, but its thick middle was harder. It squirmed and thrashed, desperate to succeed.

His stomach contracted against his wishes. That was the strongest yet. His whole belly tightened, and his hands scrambled uselessly until Obanai caught them in his own, scaly ones and kept him still. The added pressure must have given the snakelet the push it needed, because when Sanemi stopped to breathe, it had finally slipped through the tight ring of his cervix, sliding through his urethra and slithering out onto the floor.

It was near indistinguishable from a real snake, save for the fact it was much, much larger. If Sanemi had to guess, he'd say the thing was about the size of his forearm. It had white scales and red eyes- identical to the snake that Obanai normally had draped around his body.

"...Ugly, huh.?" Obanai mused as the slimy creature writhed, struggling to explore it's new surroundings, before disappearing from Sanemi's view in the darkness. "They'll get longer. Stronger. You'll see them grow up."

“Great job,” The demon cheered him on, “Just ssssssix more.”

Sanemi could hardly hear her. The next was already wiggling through his cervix. Again, its thick middle was a struggle, and he could feel it writhing in his cunt. Another toe-curling contraction helped it along.

The rest were easier. Each stretched his cervix more, until they could slip out without much trouble at all. But when the eighth came, he felt too bloodless and weak to push. It tried poking at her entrance, but then seemed to give up, resting inside her womb.

Obanai counted out the snakelets, and then hummed with concern, “Still one left, huh?”

Sanemi soon felt the demon's hand ghost over her cunt. He reached up with scaly fingers that made Sanemi bite his lips, and started feeling the hashira's cervix. "I'll help you out."

Before Sanemi could unfog his brain enough to understand, Obanai’s fingers were plunging into his cervix, scissoring it open.

He held it wide with his claws while Sanemi trembled horribly and the last snakelet passed through. Immediately afterward, Sanemi sagged, and relief — sweet, long-awaited relief — washed over her. She had survived. Somewhere in his brain, he had been thinking that he might die.

“Excellent,” Obanai seemed to smile, "You did great."

He let Sanemi downwards, letting his lay on the cool floor of the cave for the first time since his capture. It was blissful.

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Obanai smirked under his bandages, dragging his hips along Sanemi's strong thigh. The feeling of fabric sliding and rubbing his clit made him feel good. And on top of that, it irked Sanemi.

The man had been especially bitchy to Obanai all day. So naturally, he needed to pay for that. And he needed to pay on Obanai's terms. And when he tried to meditate seemed to suffice.

The pleasure sent tingles down his spine and into the pool of his stomach. His pussy wept, his arousal fluids dripping down the inside of his uniform, slicking up Sanemi's thigh as he ground the aching nub that was his clit against it.

Sanemi kept his eyes shut, brow just barely furrowed. Obanai frowned at that, but he had an idea. He unwrapped his bandages, slowly, careful not to breathe lest Sanemi hear him, before bringing his lips to the other man's neck.

Sanemi jolted, eyes squeezing shut. Good. That's exactly what Obanai wanted. Pecking his way to the jugular, Obanai bites down, tilting his head sideways so that he gets a good angle that'll be visible from up front with that uniform. Sanemi never did hide his love bites anyway. Obanai's fingers found stability in Sanemi's shoulders as he went.

Obanai grunted as Sanemi's own arms enclosed him. He was slightly annoyed at just how... well.. Sanemi was taking it. He grabbed Sanemi's hand, leading it down to his clothed cunt. Sanemi groaned, pants slowly tenting as the stimuli got to him. Obanai couldn't help but smile to himself as he held Sanemi's one hand with his own, moving his fingers with the other to entice the other into rubbing his clothed pussy unprompted.

Sanemi's fingers began moving at a pace of their own, forcing themselves as far as the cloth would yield to them, fingers rubbing against it. Obanai bit his cheek to avoid purring in pleasure. This wasn't about gratifying Sanemi. He could hold out.

Instead, he opted for as natural of a breathy moan as he could manage, tilting his hips so all his body's weight added pressure to his clit as he rubbed himself against Sanemi's firm thigh. The muscle was underneath just enough fat that it yielded slightly, cushioning Obanai rather than just hard.

Sanemi groans, and loudly. But Obanai just moves faster, chasing his pleasure as he comes. It's fast but strong as he does. His body locks and he rolls his eyes back into his head with a moan.

Sanemi reaches out for him, but Obanai just stands on shaking legs, shoots him a look, and staggers out, leaving Sanemi on the floor to deal with his hard on.

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