Demon Gate

"Like this," she explained, "put your finger inside me."

She pulled her digit out, linked to her opening by a sagging web of clear fluid, waiting for Satou to take up the slack. He eased a finger inside of her, his member throbbing as he felt a tunnel of damp flesh close around his digit like a fist. It felt like the inside of a mouth, but far softer and constantly in motion. He could feel her firm muscles through the thin walls, shifting and squeezing, almost like a throat swallowing. It massaged his finger, drawing it deeper, soaking it in her slick juices. This obviously wasn't designed for a finger...

What would it feel like to slide his member inside there, to feel it grip him and begin to suck and stroke? He could feel the heat coming off his cheeks, glancing up at Higa who was exposing her sharp teeth in a knowing smile.

"Move it inside of me," she said, "and keep licking..."

He did as she asked, gently pushing his finger in and out of her, her insides clinging to him with a powerful suction as if trying to prevent his escape. He leaned closer again and resumed his mouthing and licking, playing his lips and his tongue across her pink flesh, her loins clenching rhythmically around his finger in response.

She had been right, at first her body had seemed so alien, but now it almost felt familiar. He knew what to do, like it was in his blood, his primal instincts surging through him in ways that he had never felt before. He was alive, aware, like he had been sleeping all of his life and he had just woken up for the first time.

His tongue brushed something firm, about the same size and shape as the tip of his pinky finger. Higa lurched, and Satou slowed his licking for fear that he might have hurt her, raising his head to peer up at her. She anticipated his reaction, cooing reassuringly as she reached a hand down to delve into his hair, pushing him back down between her thighs.

"Don't stop now, you're just starting to get the hang of it. Lick me there...suck it gently...yeah, like that."

She lay back again, giggling to herself as he circled the hard nub of flesh with his tongue, pressing his lips around it and drawing on it softly. The Oni's massive, red body was twitching and shuddering, her thighs trembling around his head. They could probably have crushed him with ease, but she was careful not to apply too much pressure, conscious of his human limitations.

It amazed him to think that such a large and powerful creature could be so affected by someone as small and as uninitiated as him. There was no arcane knowledge required to make love, no great skill, he just had to listen to her and respond to what she was doing. It was so easy, it came so naturally. All that time spent worrying and wondering had been for naught.

She gripped his hair, a little painfully but not enough to really hurt, rocking her hips against his face as he doted on her. He was getting a feel for where he should focus his attention now, gauging how she reacted. He curled his finger inside her, drawing slow shapes on the smooth button, her breathing growing ragged as her rump rose from the furs. He had to wrap his arm around one of her thick thighs for fear that she might throw him off.

"Faster," she breathed, "use two fingers."

He slid a second digit inside of her, thrusting them in tandem. Her tunnel was incredibly tight despite her size, pressing his fingers together almost painfully, molding around them like it was consciously trying to fill every available space.

Her hand left his hair, and he watched as she sank both of them into her breasts, kneading and squeezing. She looked like she was shaping fresh dough, her fingers sinking deep into the fat, mauling her boobs and pinching her engorged nipples. Satou was transfixed for a moment, and she looked down at him, wondering why he was slowing down.

"Don't hold out on me now, kid," she whispered. Her low voice was almost a growl, she sounded nearly as aroused as he currently felt. His heart was pounding against his ribcage from the inside, pulsing, his member jumping in tandem. Something about her scent and her taste captivated him, he couldn't think straight, he felt like his brain was stewing in his skull.

Another throb of passion overcame him, and he plunged into her sopping womanhood. He was no longer concerned with how slimy and wet it was, he reveled in it. He grazed her velvet loins with his tongue, dragging it across every inch of her intimate folds, parting her puffy lips as he roved. He left sucking kisses, crawling his lips up and down her pink slit, moving his fingers all the while as her ravenous passage engulfed him up to the knuckle. More of that clear, slippery fluid was leaking around them now. It was coming thicker and faster, tied to her arousal it seemed.

Her taste was in him, on him, that enticing scent filling his nose. He felt like he was getting drunk on it, her sour, somewhat metallic flavor tickling his taste buds.

"You're taking to this like a duck to water," she laughed, running her fingers through her mop of snowy hair as she squirmed on the bed of pelts.

His tongue was starting to ache, he had never used it in this way before, but he didn't want to let her down. He could sense her excitement mounting, like a kettle that was about to boil over, the movements of her body growing more erratic as her skin glistened with a fresh coat of sweat.

She bit her lip, reaching down and replacing his tongue with her fingers, rubbing furiously as her juices made them slippery. He started to withdraw his fingers from her spasming tunnel, but she uttered a low growl that might have been intimidating under different circumstances.

"Don't stop, go faster, faster!"

Her spine slowly arched as he knelt between her quivering thighs, watching her body contort like a physical reflection of the pressure that was building inside her. He matched her tempo as best he could, pushing in and out of her as her velutinous walls seemed to wring his fingers with increasingly powerful contractions, her digits a blur as she rubbed the little nub of engorged flesh.

She gritted her teeth, grunting like a beast as her sodden passage seized violently around his fingers, Satou only able to withdraw them due to the glaze of slime that coated them. Her entire body seemed to tremble as she thrust her hips into the air, droplets of sweat rolling off her burnished skin and dripping to the furs below, her thighs locking shut with an audible clap. Fortunately, his head hadn't still been between them, or she might have popped it like a ripe cherry.

His eyes played across her shivering form as she rode out her orgasm, the pangs of ecstasy making her already prominent muscles bulge and flex, her eyes closed tightly and her tusk-like teeth bared as she endured the searing pleasure. She gradually lowered herself back to the ground, squirming as she slowly rubbed her nethers, her breathing ragged and labored. Satou took the opportunity to part her wet thighs with his hands, leaning in to lap fondly at her dripping sex, matching pace with her fingers as the thick strands rained down to mat the fur below. An appreciative shiver rocked her, and she glanced down at him, propping herself up on her elbows and swaying slightly. She cleaned some of the goo from his cheek with her thumb, biting her lip as he met her gaze.

"You don't have to give me those puppy dog eyes, little Satou, we're far from done. I need a minute though," she added with a chuckle, dropping back down and lying spreadeagled. Satou knelt there like he was praying at a temple, watching her breasts shake softly with every breath that she took, his mouth watering as her red body lay before him. He reached out a hand and ran it across her belly, feeling her twitch, his touch tickling her. She opened one eye and watched him lazily, her silence all the permission that he required as he followed the deep channels that her abs cut in her skin with a questing finger.

She was so damp, whether from the moisture in the humid mountain air or her sweat he couldn't say, perhaps a combination of the two. She glistened and sparkled in what moonlight shone through the gaps in her makeshift tent, like a field of grass after a light rain shower, the droplets catching the rays of the sun. Emboldened, he ran his palm across her toned stomach, feeling mounds of muscle the size of his fist beneath his hand as it slid on her wet skin.

"You seem infatuated with those," she murmured. "Rub a little harder, it feels nice."

Satou followed her instructions, his cheeks warming anew, his needy erection aching as it bobbed in the air with every pulse of blood that his racing heart pumped through it. He massaged her, delighting in the softness of her skin, the brawn that lay beneath it firm and taut. He slid his hands across her hips, following their curves, trailing up towards her ribs as she shifted her weight.

"That tickles," she chuckled. "Oh, I have an idea..."

She propped herself up again and reached out towards a pile of bags and boxes that were stacked beside the bed. She fumbled for a moment, knocking a few sundry items over, and then withdrew a ceramic jug. It was black in color, its texture rough, clearly hand-made. He noted that it was painted with white floral patterns and there was a string tied around the neck. She uncorked it and took a long draw from the contents, grimacing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she was done.

"I know you don't like the taste of sake," she said, smiling mischievously. "But maybe I can change your mind..."

She brought the container down to her chest, tilting it so that a small quantity of the colorless liquid spilled between her breasts. Her slightly upright posture guided the sake down across her abdomen, coating her six-pack with the clear beverage. It followed the channels of her muscles like a stream winding through a valley, pooling in her navel, some of it sloughing off her sides to wet the pelt.

"Clean me up," she said, setting the jug down and watching him with a lurid glint in her yellow eyes.

Satou didn't need to be asked twice, leaning closer to press his lips against her torso. Her crimson skin was as flush as polished metal, her muscles tensing as he kissed her. His tongue left his mouth to lap at the sake that soaked her body, Higa sighing seductively as his smooth organ grazed her. He was surprised by the flavor, it tasted different to the sake that was made in his village. It wasn't as bitter, it tasted sweeter, almost like honey. Encouraged, he continued, licking slowly as she watched him covetously with her amber eyes. Higa's toned abs were in perpetual motion, every breath that she took making them shift subtly, her muscles responding to his touch as they flexed and twitched.

He could taste the salt in her sweat as it mingled with the sweet alcohol, dragging his tongue down between the twin rows of chiseled muscles, moving towards her navel. Her breasts, butt and thighs were heavy with fat, making them plump and inviting. Yet there was almost none on her midsection. Her belly was flat, and every muscle stood out prominently. Not only the six, fist-sized muscles that made up her core, but more that he didn't even have names for. There were knotted muscles on her ribs and hips, tendons and sinew moving beneath the surface, a few veins standing out against her silky skin. Everywhere that his eyes roamed they were met with more evidence of her superhuman strength, cast in shimmering moonlight and framed by dark shadows. How could someone be so soft and curvy, and yet at the same time so hard and strong?

He mouthed and licked, seeking out the honeyed liquid, his partner squirming appreciatively as he tickled her. The sake pooled in the recesses between her abs and in her navel, Satou sucking gently, probing with his tongue. Her heavy breasts wobbled a few scant inches above his head, her breathing growing less regular as he played his lips across her stomach.

She seemed to be enjoying herself as much he was, her white eyelashes fluttering as he planted lingering kisses on her burnished skin. He gripped one of her wide hips with one hand, letting his fingers sink into the subtle layer of fat that gave her such an alluring hourglass figure, sliding the other behind her. The muscles in her back were just as firm and developed as those of her abdomen, carving a deep dimple in her flesh that followed the elegant curve of her spine. She arched her back as he traced it with his fingers, brushing the taut muscles of her belly against his cheek, Satou once again noting that her red hide was softer than even the most expensive and extravagant of his mother's kimonos.

There was no resistance as his fingers roamed across her magnificent form. Her skin was sodden, making her slippery to the touch. He wanted to coat every inch of her body in kisses, to taste her all over, his mind was so fogged with arousal that he wasn't even sure what he wanted to do with her. Peppering her with sucking kisses and bathing her with his tongue was all that he could do to externalize the lust that was burning him up inside.

"Oh, so now you like the way it tastes?" she teased.

"I like the way you taste," he replied, and she laughed at him.

"You're getting more confident, little Oni. Maybe I should find out how you taste?"

She hooked her hands beneath his arms, his stomach lurching as she flipped him over onto his back. In a moment he was looking up at her toothy grin, her white hair hanging about her face like a waterfall, so long that it was tickling his chest. Before he could protest, she leaned down, Satou loosing a low moan as her red lips found his neck. She bit him softly, gently, nibbling at his skin with her sharp teeth and sucking to leave welts. He sank his fingers into her hair, like a puffy mass of unrefined cotton, his eyes closing as she dragged her wide tongue across his throat. She nuzzled, rubbing her nose in the nape of his neck, her hot breath washing over him.

"You're lucky that Oni eating humans is just a myth," she whispered, pausing to lick his ear pointedly. "Or you'd be a real delicacy, little Satou..."

He loved it when she touched his neck. It made him feel so vulnerable, which in turn heightened his sensitivity to her slow kisses and teasing bites. Her mop of hair was practically covering him like a blanket now, the fine strands stroking him all over his bare chest. It was so white and puffy, curly and feathery, its perfumed scent rising his nose as she began to move gradually down his body.

She kissed his chest, pausing to lick and peck, her saliva making his already damp skin even wetter. She crawled her oversized, puffy lips downwards, pausing at his abdomen to trace the lines of his far subtler muscles with her warm tongue. As she neared his loins, she planted hot kisses on his hip, the fine fibers of her hair brushing against his glans and making him lurch.

Higa poised there with her lips hovering mere inches from his throbbing erection, standing tall in the air as her warm breath blew across it. Those lips were so full and soft, was she really going to wrap them around him?

He remembered the sensation of her slippery, agile tongue coiling around his own during her probing kisses, a bead of clear fluid welling at his tip as he imagined what it might feel like if she were to take his member into her mouth and subject him to the same sordid attentions.

Satou took handfuls of the fur pelt as she drew closer, sliding her tongue out of her mouth and giving his tender head a tentative lick as though she was tasting him. Her organ was coated in her slimy saliva, smooth like satin and wonderfully warm, her touch sending sparks of pleasure rippling through his body. He had never felt so swollen, so engorged, his manhood was almost painfully hard. He could see his member pulsing as she pulled away, a string of her drool joining his glans to her tongue.

She maintained eye contact as she brought her rosy lips down towards his glans, already gleaming with a layer of her spit, sliding them over his sensitive flesh. She sealed them around the tip, her warmth permeating him to the core, her fluffy hair tickling his balls and thighs. She battered it with her tongue, every stroke hitting him like a lightning strike, his mind clouding as he lay back on the pelts. His instinct was to buck into her mouth in search of more, but she lifted his rear off the ground, wrapping her powerful arms around his body in a tight hug. Her biceps pressed against his hips, the Oni ensuring that she had total control over him, lifting him with such ease that he might as well have been weightless.

Her yellow eyes peered down at him through the gloom as she licked and sucked, spinning her silken tongue around his glans and creating a whirlwind of sensation, a trickle of drool escaping her tightly pursed lips to slide down his shaft. She lapped at the underside where he was most sensitive, his legs turning to jelly as his head began to spin.

It was more than pleasure, it was like she was puppeteering his nervous system, playing him like an instrument as she subjected him to searing throbs of ecstasy. Even as her lips slid further down his twitching shaft, she was smirking at him. He must look a sight. His hair was a mess, and his cheeks were burning, his skin coated in sweat.

Her cheeks pressed around his length as she sucked, like two silken pillows as they cushioned him, her tongue brushing him from below. Higa trapped him in a prison of hot, slimy flesh, drawing on him in intense waves that sent tingling pleasure shooting through his body.

Satou couldn't even distinguish the individual sensations any longer. It was overloading his nerves, her constant stroking and sucking forcing his eyes closed and making his toes curl so tightly that it was almost painful. His body was no longer under his control, he was at her mercy, and it felt like heaven.

She drew back, keeping her lips tight as they glided slowly up his length, then she released him with a wet pop. The Oni took a few moments to catch her breath, his member drenched in her saliva, shining as it caught the moonlight.

"How does it feel?" she asked, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and chewing on it lasciviously as she watched him pant. "You look like you're enjoying yourself." He couldn't even find the words to formulate a reply, and she chuckled at him, squeezing him in her arms affectionately. "Oh little Satou, we haven't even gotten to the main course yet, this is just the appetizer. And I should warn you, I have an appetite befitting my size..."

She pressed down again and slid him into her mouth, her tongue roiling as she took him even deeper. Her lips kissed the base of his member, his glans sliding against what felt like the back of her throat. The suction was incredible, forcing the soft lining of her mouth to cling to him tightly, so smooth and slimy. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating through him, and he threw his head back as he opened his mouth in a silent wail.

When he met her gaze again, Higa was sliding back up, pausing at the tip to lick it softly. She suddenly slid back down, taking him in and out of her mouth as she found a slow and punishing rhythm. He was so wet with her bubbling saliva that there was little resistance, the pressure forcing the stringy fluid out of her mouth when she swallowed him to the hilt, leaking down his thighs and dangling from her chin in ropes.

She was squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't so much as wriggle, raising him higher from the bed as her pace increased so that he was practically hanging upside down, only his head and shoulders still resting on the pelt.

"Higa," he moaned, "s-slow down. I can't..."