Demon Gate

She paused, her gaze taking on a distinctly predatory quality, sliding his cock out of her mouth to leave it bouncing and dripping in the air.

"Oh...I like that," she murmured, her voice low and laced with an almost palpable lust. "I've never heard an Oni make such a cute plea..." She lapped at his balls, the pleasure making colorful points of light dance before his eyes.

"Higa," he mumbled, struggling to speak between his gasping breaths. "I need to...can I finish?"

She stopped again, peering down at him. She seemed confused for a moment and then she began to laugh, the motion rocking him in her arms. Her giggling took on a distinctly sordid quality, and she kissed his inner thigh, sucking to leave a red welt and ensuring that he could see it.

"You're asking my permission? What a proper little lord you are, Satou. Yes, you have my permission to fill my throat with your seed. I'd be offended if you didn't..."

She drew him into her mouth again, resuming her maddening sucking and licking, her pace reaching a fever pitch as she sought to bring him to completion. It took only a few seconds before his orgasm was once again scratching at the back of his mind, an all too familiar pressure and urgency rising inside him as electrical pleasure coursed up his spine. He was awash in ecstasy, his extremities tingling like he had slept on them wrong, his muscles wrenching beneath his sweat-soaked skin.

It came over him so quickly, he couldn't have prevented it if he had been trying, his body contorting as his member exploded inside her eager mouth. He writhed and bucked, but he couldn't escape her powerful embrace, the Oni keeping him trapped in her muscular arms and sealing her lips around the base of his cock as she watched him intently.

He covered his mouth with one hand, muffling an embarrassing moan, the wracking ecstasy making his entire body tremble. Stars danced before his eyes as if he had been rubbing them with the heels of his hands, his brain fizzing and sparking as his conscious mind took a back seat to his animal lust. It was so raw, harsh, unfiltered by any kind of social or moral conventions. For those scant few moments, he was reduced a rutting beast. It felt wonderful, it was liberating. He didn't have to observe meaningless protocols here, he didn't have to go through farcical rituals, he could simply exist in a way that felt natural and right.

Higa drank as he pumped thick wads of his ejaculate into her throat, the velvet muscles and smooth flesh massaging his length with all the fervor of a hand wreathed in wet silk, the suction drawing more of it out of him. She never so much as flinched, staying locked to him as her tongue moved ceaselessly to prolong his pleasure, Satou rendered so sensitive that he could no longer stand to feel that slippery organ scour his glans.

Over and over his body expelled pearly ropes of his emission, splashing against the back of her throat and filling her mouth, only her rhythmic swallowing preventing it from overflowing. There was even more of it that the first time, it just kept coming, each pulse of fresh pleasure more stark and intense than the last. His erection throbbed and jumped in her mouth like it had taken on a life of its own, brushing against her soft palate and grazing her inner cheeks, swelling with each new eruption.

The burning pleasure gradually began to subside, a deep and dizzying euphoria taking its place as she licked the last drop of his semen from the tip of his member. It made him feel like he was floating in warm water, and he was suddenly aware of how soft and pleasant the fur felt beneath him, the way that her silky hair tickled his skin. Everything was wonderful, Satou grinning stupidly, his eyelids drooping as Higa let him slide out of her mouth.

There was no mess to clean up this time. She dragged her lips up the length of his member, scraping away the sordid blend of her bubbling saliva and his milky fluids, leaving him almost dry. The Oni gazed down at him, licking her lips conspicuously with her pink tongue as she released him from her bear hug. His lower body fell back to the pelts, and he lay there in a daze, smiling up at her as she began to laugh again.

She let herself fall beside him, her massive body shaking the ground, and she scooped him up in her arms to pull him tight against her body. She thrust his face into the depths of her cleavage, her smooth skin slick with her perspiration, her copious breasts serving as admirable pillows. Her scent overwhelmed him, only adding to his afterglow, and he did his best to reach his arms around her wide midsection in a hug.

They spooned like that for a while, Satou too out of it to be sure for how long exactly, tingles of residual pleasure piercing through the calming haze where her fingers brushed his skin. She began to stroke him, running her large hand from his rump to his shoulders and back again, Satou unable to prevent himself from murmuring contentedly into her bust.

"You're so cute," she breathed, blowing warm air into his hair. "Do I need to ask if that felt good?"

He shook his head, unintentionally rubbing his face in her boobs, Higa giggling as he tickled her. This was a whole new level of pleasure, satisfying him in ways that he had never known before, a sense of calm and happiness permeating him to the bone. It was a battle to keep himself from falling asleep in the Oni's arms, she had given him a little taste of paradise, and even as the powerful euphoria began to fade the satisfaction and giddiness remained.

"Does it always feel like this?" he whispered. She grumbled to herself and pulled his head out from between the cushion of her bosom, cupping his face in her hands and subjecting him to another greedy, invasive kiss. It seemed that his question had been too much for her.

Somehow her taste was even sweeter now, the doting, passionate strokes of her tongue even more affecting. He sensed a desire in her that hadn't been present before. There was an urgency in her embrace, a need. His erection was already returning, and she pushed her thigh gently between his legs, his shaft pulsing against its firm surface.

"Good to go again already?" she whispered, sliding her tongue out his mouth as she reached down a hand to stroke his member. The touch of her fingers made him shiver, and she seemed to enjoy that, lightly brushing him a second time and watching as a tremor rolled through him. "You're so sensitive..."

Her gentle touch suddenly became firmer, and she took his hands in hers, their fingers interlocking. She rolled him onto his back and pinned his arms against the furs, her long, white hair framing her red face as she gazed down at him. She swung a leg over him, straddling him as she knelt with one leg to either side of his hips. Her thighs were so long that although she was positioned level with his groin, her knees reached his armpits, Satou finding himself sandwiched between the two firm pillars of muscle and silken skin.

She was being so aggressive all of a sudden, it was making his heart flutter. Her amber eyes peered out at him from beneath the shadow that her mop of hair cast over her face. There was renewed hunger in those eyes, he could feel them as they played across his body, like a ravenous wolf about to pounce on a fawn. Her breasts hung from her chest enticingly, swaying with every breath that she took, shining as the moisture that coated them caught the light.

He might have been intimidated if he had not been so smitten with her, her red, imposing body dripping with sweat as her muscles rippled beneath her skin. She could have crushed him with her weight, but she was careful, resting the majority of it on her legs. Even so, he could feel her oppressive bulk bearing down on him, just enough to let him know who was going to be taking the lead.

Satou's gaze wandered downwards, passing over her sumptuous bosom and trailing over her shining abdominal muscles, focusing on the enticing gap between her meaty thighs. He could just make out a strand of her excitement as it hung from her loins, dangling a hair's breadth from his own pulsing sex. He knew what was coming next, memories of her sucking, sodden womanhood flexing and squeezing around his finger flashing in his mind. He was beyond arousal, he wanted her so badly that it made his heart ache.

"Tell me if I go too fast, or if I'm not gentle enough. I've never done this with a human before, I wouldn't want to hurt you by accident..."

He swallowed heavily as she positioned herself over him, lowering her hourglass hips slowly downwards. She kept his hands pinned, squeezing them as if trying to reassure him, it was oddly intimate. They gasped in unison as his exposed glans brushed against her burning flesh, sliding between her puffy lips, coating it in a layer of her syrupy juices. Higa tried again, this time driving his erection against her entrance, Satou feeling her muscles twitching as she slowly slid him inside her.

The moment that the tip of his cock penetrated her, he felt her silken innards close around him, gripping him fiercely as the slimy fluids that coated them eased him along. She was so slippery and hot inside, moreso than the inside of her mouth, her nethers tighter and softer. Her pillowy depths moved around him, shifting and roiling ceaselessly, drawing him deeper in a relentless massage.

He felt a bump as she took him all the way to the base, his entire length engulfed in what felt like soaking, spasming velvet. This time it was not merely one of them who was gasping and shivering, their pleasure was shared as if their nerves had been linked together. Neither one of them moved for a few moments, simply enjoying the sensation of being joined, every throb of his member making her grip him more tightly in a delicious feedback loop.

"I'm gonna start moving," she murmured, "tell me if I put too much weight on you."

She seemed so concerned with his wellbeing, but Satou trusted her implicitly, he could never imagine her hurting him. She very gradually began to rock her hips forwards and backwards, not thrusting him in and out of her as he had expected, but driving his member against her quivering walls. Her luxuriant passage rubbed against him, the Oni opening her rosy lips in a silent moan, closing her eyes as the exquisite sensation drew all of her focus.

Satou's instinct was to push into her, to rut furiously like a rabbit, but he had no hope of lifting the massive woman. She had him completely pinned, dictating their pace, taking her time to savor every subtle movement. He could feel the firm muscles wringing him from the other side of her satin flesh, strong and rigorous, her contractions coming in waves as she rode him into the ground.

He wanted more, he longed to go faster and harder, his body demanded it. Yet Higa had other ideas. She was far more experienced than he was, she knew how to draw out their encounter and make the most of what time they had.

"I can feel you moving inside me," she said with a grin, opening her eyes to peer down at him as he writhed beneath her. "You're all mine, little Satou, you can't escape."

He watched as her abs flexed and twisted beneath her wet skin, Higa performing a slow dance atop him, every graceful shimmy and shake creating sparks of pleasure like two pieces of flint being struck against one another.

He lay back and let Higa dictate the pace of their coupling, slow and steady, every rock of her hips making her warm flesh grind against him. It was like she was trying to scratch an itch deep inside of her, rubbing and scraping, flashes of white light flaring inside his head. There was no longer any barrier between them, flesh on flesh, her sodden insides wrapped around him like a glove.

It almost felt as if dozens of tongues were sliding from the base of his member to the tip, every fold and texture of her passage teasing him as her muscles milked and wrung his length relentlessly, like her body was trying to draw his ejaculate out of him through force alone.

She increased her pace, her puff of hair bobbing along with her as she shifted positions, gripping him between her thighs as she began to slowly rise and fall on his shaft. Her tunnel sucked on him, almost seeming to seal around him as it dragged up his throbbing length. He could see the thick juices that were clinging to his member, making it shiny and wet, her pink folds visible between her red lips as she reached her apex. She paused there for a moment, only his tip still lodged inside her. He could feel her heart beating, her blood rushing, her muscles tensing and flexing.

She let her weight carry her back down, their bodies slapping together, a wet and obscene sound emanating from their joined organs. In one thrust she engulfed him all the way to the hilt again, Satou squeezing her hands as a wave of pleasure rocked him. He felt like he was melting into her, the warmth and moisture of the spring air coating their bodies in slick sweat, compounded by the heat and the dampness of her insides.

Higa released his hands, and he immediately sank them into the meat of her thighs, her skin so wet with their combined exertion that she felt as if she might have just left the pool. It made her as slippery as ice, his hands sliding across her skin as they groped and squeezed. They were generating so much heat together, only adding to their fevered coupling, their bodies dripping as they moved in sync. She bit her lip again as his digits delved into her flesh and he felt the hard muscle that lurked just beneath the surface tensing in response. She had enough strength to kick down a tree like it was nothing more than a fence post contained within those crimson thighs.

She leaned forward, the heavy mass of her breasts spilling over his chest as she bent double to reach him, her face pressing into the nape of his neck. She bit gently, mouthing and kissing, nibbling at his skin as she kept up the punishing pace of her forceful lovemaking. Satou wrapped his arms around her neck and delved his face into her feathery mop of white hair, feeling the fine strands brush his cheeks and taking in her feminine scent with every staggered breath.

He clung to her as if his life depended on it, the Oni driving him into the ground with her powerful thrusts, her breathing ragged as her warm breath washed across his neck. She was coming down almost hard enough to bruise him, the impact shaking him, the Oni getting lost in her fugue as her pleasure mounted. It was like she wanted to encompass him entirely, her hands sliding behind his back to trap him in a tight hug, her arms squeezing him and her thighs locking him in place as she moved on top of him.

His entire world became sweat-soaked skin and firm muscle, contrasting with her fluffy hair as it fell over him like a blanket, the softness of her body where her feminine figure was plump and curvy impossible to resist. He clawed at her, overcome with desire, running his hands everywhere that he could reach. He couldn't even see what he was groping, he could only feel it. Toned muscle moved beneath satin skin, doughy fat that begged to be taken in handfuls and kneaded like dough wobbled, the Oni grunting and panting as she sandwiched him between the furs and her heaving body. The tent was filling with the prurient smell of exertion and sex, the heat becoming uncomfortably oppressive. Rather than discourage them, it only added to their frustration, like a fever had come over them.

"S-Slow down," Satou gasped, and her tight hold on him immediately began to loosen. She released him from her bear hug, sitting upright as she made slow figures of eight with her wide hips, keeping the pleasure going as they both took a few moments to catch their breath and cool off.

"Sorry, I got a little...carried away there," she said, trying and failing to slick back the curtain of white hair that was falling over her face. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," he chuckled, "it felt wonderful. But it was a little intense."

She seemed reassured, reaching down to run her pointed nails lightly across his chest as her slow rhythm made her satin flesh swirl around his buried erection. She smirked as he twitched, drinking in Satou's shivering body with her yellow eyes.

"You're tougher than you look, young lord..."

She had been right when she had told him that his earlier climaxes would help him to last longer. If it hadn't been for that, he doubted that he would have endured for a single second inside her seething, oozing tunnel. Even when she stopped her rocking and thrusting he could feel her slimy walls moving around him, spasming and sucking like a hungry mouth.

"Maybe we should try something different," Higa said. Before he had time to ask what she meant, she curled one arm behind his back, lifting him off the pelts and pressing him against her body. Once again he found himself nestled between her breasts, her skin damp with fresh sudor. He could taste the salt on his tongue, her scent was all over him, the heat of her body radiating from her. His stomach lurched as she rolled onto her back, taking him with her and keeping his member lodged inside her, and a moment later he was lying on top of her giant body.

He rose from her bosom to see her grinning at him, now lying on the furry animal pelts in his place, her thighs parted and her arms resting above her head. Once again he was struck by her womanly beauty, her crimson figure speckled with shining droplets of moisture, decorating her developed muscles as they shifted beneath her skin.

"Take me, my lord," she giggled, unable to keep a straight face. She might have been mocking him, but her breathy request and her shimmering body ignited a fresh fire in him. He sank his fingers deep into the soft fat of her hips for leverage and began to move, letting his instincts guide him as he drove himself in and out of her sopping passage.

"You can set the pace," she added, watching him eagerly as he moved between her massive thighs. They were standing upright to either side of him like a pair of red tree trunks that were near as tall as he was.

Now that he was on top, he could peer down to watch as his erection slid into her cushioned tunnel. His girth parted her puffy lips, slowly vanishing as it was swallowed up by her pink, slick flesh. Her clear juices dripped around his shaft, her loins drooling like the maw of a wolf, the slimy fluid coating her inner thighs and leaking down onto the fur below in strands.

Their hips clapped together as he rutted, a bestial fervor overpowering him. Higa seemed to like it, watching his furious thrusting with a wry smile. He could get so deep inside of her in this position, grinding against her deepest reaches, every bump and crease of her silken walls scouring him in ways that made his mind go blank. It was all that he could think about, all that he could focus on, driving him inexorably towards an orgasm of such intensity that he almost feared it.

Higa leaned forward and cupped his cheek in her hand, bringing him out of his trance and back to reality, her golden eyes greeting him as she shot him a warm smile.

"Slow down, it's not a race," she whispered. She stroked his cheek with her thumb, soothing him, and then she brought it to his lips. She parted them, pushing her digit gently into his mouth, Satou drawing on it dutifully and running his tongue around it. "Good boy," she said, her husky voice making his head spin. It was like she was bewitching him, he hung on her every word, her praises having the same effect on him as the touch of her lips or the sensuous stroke of her fingers. He wanted so badly to please her, to make her happy, and he seemed to be succeeding.

"You should see your face," Higa added, stroking the flat of his tongue with her thumb. "You look like you just stumbled in from a drunken brawl."