Demon Gate

He was drenched in sweat, his damp hair sticking up at unusual angles, his face beet red and his wandering eyes unfocused.

"Keep fucking me," she whispered, the crude comment making his member jump inside of her. "You're doing a good job so far."

She slid her thumb out of his mouth, lying back down again as he resumed his thrusting, this time slower and more measured. It was a battle to control his impulses, but he tried to copy the way that Higa had done it when she had been on top, the way that she took her time and enjoyed every subtle sensation. Getting to the finish line as fast as possible wasn't the goal, in fact, it would cut this ecstasy short.

Satou found a new tempo, heavier and less frantic, Higa murmuring happily as he watched her rippling six-pack flex and tense with every thrust.

"Maybe I should throw you into my pack along with the pelts and take you home with me," she sighed. "With a little more practice you're going to be quite the catch. You're so much more...considerate than those oafs up the mountain."

"I want more practice," Satou gasped, brushing his wet hair out of his face as she laughed at him.

"Oh, I'm sure you do. Don't worry little Satou, I'm going to teach you every trick in the book. I'm going to show you everywhere that a woman likes to be touched and how to touch her, where to lick and where to suck. How to find all of her sweet spots and how to make her scream your name."

She batted those white lashes at him, and it was all that he could do to stop himself from collapsing onto her taut belly in a shivering mess. He had never heard such things before, let alone uttered from the lips of a woman. Higa was so unashamed, wanton, reveling in her sexuality in a way that Satou had never thought possible. Back in his village, sexuality was something to be repressed, passion was to be curtailed, and love took a back seat to politics. Now here was Higa, like a living embodiment of all of his repressed desires, everything that his family and his community had deemed unacceptable. She was strong, fierce, and there was no hesitation in her.

"I want to kiss you," he mumbled, "but I...can't reach."

She cooed sympathetically, her stomach muscles tensing as she pulled herself upright, reaching down and hooking her hand around the back of his head. She drew him closer, a struggle due to their difference in height, but they managed to lock lips. Satou continued to move inside of her, Higa slowing his pace with the delicate strokes of her tongue, her leisurely embrace ensnaring his senses.

She teased him with her tongue, her touch light and pacifying, her artful movements succeeding in distracting him even as her narrow passage flexed around his cock.

The position was difficult to maintain, and so she broke off after a few moments, but it was enough to imbue Satou with fresh determination. He felt electrified, his very skin seeming to tingle. He wanted to prove to her that he could go slow, that he could take his time too. As much as his body begged for swift release, his member aching and his heart hammering, he didn't want this to end.

Higa seemed to appreciate his efforts, her spine rising from the now sodden and matted pelts every time that his member kissed her deepest reaches, parting her tight walls of silken flesh like a stake being driven into the earth.

He had never felt so close to someone before. In fact, it was not possible to be closer to someone, he was quite literally inside her. They moved in tandem, as if they shared a single mind, a single desire. Each thrust of his hips was reciprocated, every twitch and clench of her loins provoking a throb or a gasp in him. It was like they were spiraling, pushing one another higher and higher, every burst of pleasure felt by one reflected in the other.

It was bliss, nirvana, and they reached a point where their two minds and bodies were perfectly in sync. Higa was all that existed, all that he could think about, time itself seemed to slow and warp as if it was no longer of any concern. Even the tent around them appeared to melt away. All that he could see was her red, glistening skin, her body squirming beneath him in a dance of ecstasy. All that he could smell was their sweat and fluids, the scents of ardent lovemaking. His ears were filled with her breathy, needy voice, her gasps and comely moans driving him on.

This was different from the first two times. When she had finished him off with her hand, it had been quick and intense, surprising. Her sucking and licking had driven him to heights of pleasure that he would never have imagined possible, and yet this growing pressure inside him threatened to trivialize it. He felt it all over his body, as if every muscle and every inch of his skin was swimming in euphoria, the slowly mounting pleasure and excitement threatening to rob him of his sanity.

His could no longer hold back, abandoning the slow pace that he had been struggling to maintain, rutting fervently and even managing to shake the Oni's massive body with his thrusts. Her thighs and breasts rippled like the surface of a pond with every impact, and he felt her insides further tighten around him.

The gentle bouncing of her oversized bust became irresistible to him, and he lunged for one of the heavy globes, catching it in his hands and plunging his fingers deep into her malleable flesh. Because of their difference in stature, his face was level with her bosom, putting them within easy reach. He kneaded and squeezed, feeling her muscles tense around his buried member, her body twisting as she loosed a guttural groan.

Her strong reaction encouraged him, and he took great handfuls of her fat, feeling it spill between his fingers. They were as large as her head, which was itself far larger than his own, and he needed two hands to handle a single one of them. He marveled at how strong she must be to be able to carry these around. Two sacks of grain that were the same size and weight would have been hard for a grown man to lift on his own.

Satou pressed his lips around one of her swollen, pink nipples and sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with tongue. He felt her fingers in his hair, the Oni growling appreciatively as she held him there, sinking his face into her breast. It was like a giant pillow, her crimson skin damp and slick, her flesh molding around his cheeks as she pressed him down.

"Bite it," she hissed, "gently..."

He did as she asked, trapping it between his teeth and chewing softly, keeping up his licking as he went. He circled it with his tongue and tugged at it, coating it in his saliva, maintaining his frantic pace all the while.

When she released him, her nipple slipping out of his mouth, she delved her own hands into her breasts as Satou looked on. She was so rough with them, like she was trying to mold a wet lump of clay into a new shape, her wide hips pushing back against him more ardently now.

"I'm nearly there," she breathed, her husky voice scarcely a whisper. "Don't you dare stop," she added with a snarl.

It wasn't a threat, she was just as overcome by the pleasure as he was, he could feel it in the way that her tunnel was massaging him in wracking waves. Higa was so strong. She could have crushed his manhood between those toned muscles if it was not for the softness of her insides, so delicate and plush. Even deep within her, there was that same contrast of strength and femininity, hardness and softness.

Satou lurched as he felt her iron thighs close around him, trapping him inside her and preventing him from pulling out. When he glanced up at her, she was looking down at him with a fierce glint in her yellow eyes, her white hair partially obscuring her features. Even so, he could make out the greed in her expression, the lust as she wet her lips with her tongue. It was like she was eyeing up a tasty cut of venison.

She used the leverage to pull him into her, slamming his hips against hers and plunging him deeper into her hot, slimy reaches than he could have managed under his own power. The Oni did it again and then again, finding a new and punishing pace as her loins rippled and shivered around his needy erection.

He was close too, he couldn't hold out for much longer. Like the stonework of a dam that was about to burst, he could feel his resolve beginning to crack and leak. He let himself fall forwards, planting his face between her wobbling breasts, running his hands across her damp skin and feeling her muscles bulging beneath it.

The friction was incredible, like rubbing two pieces of wood together to start a fire, her burning passage wringing him violently with its pulsating contractions. This new surge of frantic activity was too much for him to endure, and he pressed his face into the meat of her bosom, muffling an unbecoming moan of desire.

"Fill me," she demanded between ragged breaths, "let it out."

She wrapped her arms around him, crossing her legs as she forced him into her depths, the firm muscles in her thighs pressing against his hips. She loosed a growl like an angry bear, and Satou's eyes widened as he felt the first pulse of her orgasm tear through her, her entire body seeming to shudder. Her sex gripped him like a fist, refusing to let go as the muscles beyond her delicate walls kneaded him, spasms traveling from his base to the tip like the hand of a farmer milking a cow.

Her breath caught in her throat and her body went stiff, her hold on him nearly strong enough to choke the air out of his lungs. Over and over again he felt the waves of pleasure roll over her, like the tide crashing against the shore. Her shiny, slippery body bucked and struggled, Satou able to feel every twitch and moan as she held him tightly against her sweat-drenched skin. He could hear the labored beating of her heart, every breath that she took, the comely sighs and whines that slipped past her lips.

It was too much for him, and his resolve crumbled, following after her as a surge of unbearable pleasure rose up inside him. It spread throughout his entire body, bubbling up inside him like a geyser, his member erupting with an intensity that forced his eyes shut. He felt her fleshy walls draw on him, almost seeming to drink with a very real thirst as his emission flooded her. It filled every crevice, coating her most intimate reaches in his seed, thick and hot as it spilled forth in fat ropes.

Higa moaned softly, no doubt feeling its heat spread through her, another throb of acute ecstasy chasing the first as he gritted his teeth and buried his red face in her soft flesh. The sensation was beyond compare, his naked glans grazing against her tender walls, a sordid blend of their fluids making their coupling even wetter and messier than before. The obscene concoction spilled out of her, leaking down her thighs in clumps, even as he drove the mess towards her womb with his ceaseless pumping. His body was giving her everything that he had, it felt like she was sucking his very essence out through his cock, his muscles burning as they strained with every new stab of pleasure. The wringing of her insides would not relent, every stroke and squeeze provoking another rushing climax, their intensity slowly diminishing as they became less frequent.

It felt like it lasted for hours, but it could not have been more than a minute or two, the pair adrift on a sea of euphoria as they moved together. Their instincts drove them on, their bodies pushing into one another mechanically as they rode out the last pangs of their ecstasy, struggling to recover their senses like someone climbing out of quicksand.

Satou rose from between her breasts to look up at her, Higa shooting him a cheeky grin, her fingers running through his damp hair as she stroked his head.

"Not bad for a human," she chuckled drunkenly, "especially one so small."

He was still lodged inside her, her muscular passage refusing to release him, and he shivered as an aftershock set his nerves alight once more. They remained that way for a minute longer, letting the exhaustion wash over them, resting after what felt like a marathon and enjoying the fading embers of their lovemaking. Now that his arousal was dimming, Satou became more aware of how sticky he was. Both of their bodies were coated in a mixture of sweat and sexual fluids. When he finally withdrew from between her still quivering thighs, their loins remained joined by a web of sagging juices, more of their shared emissions sloughing out of her to slide down her shining skin. He didn't hold out much hope for the pelts, they would probably have to be discarded. He doubted that any amount of washing would get this raunchy scent out of them.

Before he could move away, Higa trapped him in her arms and pulled him into the bed, rolling on top of him and squashing him beneath her red bulk. She laughed as his face emerged from between her breasts like a field mouse peeking out of its burrow, enveloped in her soft flesh.

"You'll get used to it," she said, no doubt in reference to the fluids that were currently gluing their bodies together. "Catch your breath, then I want to go again."

"Again?" he asked, his eyes widening. She felt his still rigid member pulse as it pressed against her belly, and she rubbed against him, his eyelids fluttering as the slimy residue from their encounter made her abs glide against his shaft. He could feel the bumps as they passed over him, her smooth skin caressing him, the Oni smirking as she watched his expression.

"Yeah. You're a young guy with plenty of stamina, you can handle it." She was a large woman, and it seemed that she had an appetite to match. He shivered as she pressed closer and nibbled his ear gently, whispering softly as he lay beneath her. "Besides, we've only scratched the surface. I have so, so much more to show you, little Satou." She pushed her tongue into his ear, his member aching as it throbbed against her taut belly. "See?" she chuckled, "you've got a lot left to give me..."

He was in no position to refuse, leaning up and fighting against the weight of her breasts to kiss her again, their tongues spiraling around one another as they prepared for another round.

CHAPTER 7: PROPOSITION

Higa emerged from the woods at the edge of the campsite, a freshly killed doe hanging limply across her broad shoulder. She set the carcass down beside the tanning rack, then planted her massive cudgel in the ground, leaning on it as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"That's three today," she announced, looking over to where Satou was preparing a stew beside the fire pit. "I swear, they're so loud and careless when they're horny."

"Just like you," Satou replied. She marched over to him and lifted him off the ground with one arm, feigning anger as she playfully bit at his neck, his feet scrabbling in the air.

"Set me down, I have to stir the stew!" he protested between bouts of laughter. She placed him back beside the crackling fire, and he resumed stirring the broth that was cooking inside the large, iron cauldron with his ladle. After a few stirs, he brought the ladle to his lips, blowing on the liquid to cool it and then taking a quick taste.

"Let me try," Huga said, crouching as he lifted the ladle to her lips. She took a sip, smacking loudly as she played the broth over her tongue, then nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, this is good! You've become quite the cook over the last few days, little Satou."

"Well, you taught me where to find the herbs and how to prepare the meat," he added as he resumed his stirring.

"You've improved on the recipe, this is better than mine. I'd better not teach you to hunt, or I'll be out of a profession."

After their night of passion he had decided to stay with Higa for a while longer, they had been living together in the camp for five days now. She had been teaching him how to cook and how to forage for food, how to track animals and how to build his own tent. She was imbuing him with all of the knowledge that he required to make his own way in the world, as she had promised. It had been like a dream for Satou. He got to spend all of his time with her, there were no nagging family members or tedious duties to come between them, and they had made love every night. Once or twice during the day, too. Higa seemed to enjoy his company as much he enjoyed hers. The life of a trapper was a lonely one, and he was becoming proficient at more than just cooking...

She walked back over to her latest prize, skinning and butchering it as Satou finished preparing their meal, hanging its pelt on the rack with the rest. When she sat down by his side on the grass, he passed her a large bowl, and she began to eat hungrily. She must have worked up quite an appetite during her latest hunt.

"So have you thought about what you're going to do about your family yet?" Higa asked, pausing as she fished out a hunk of venison with her fingers. Satou had tried to push the thoughts of his family and his shōen from his mind while they had been bunking together, not wanting to let it ruin his good mood. His short-lived escape from reality had been pleasant, but he couldn't keep putting it off forever. Eventually, he would have to decide what he was going to do.

"I've been trying not to think about it," he admitted, staring into his own bowl of stew and watching the pieces of root vegetable float about on the frothy surface.

"You can stay with me," Higa offered, "if that's what you really want. I have to leave once the hunting season is over and I'll be heading back up the mountain. I could take you with me. Truth be told, I think I'd miss you. I've come to enjoy having you around, you're good company. Problem is, the air up there is thin, and the environment is cold. I don't know how well you'd fare, and past a certain point turning back becomes difficult. I can't just take you home if you decide that you don't like it."

"I did say that I wanted to scale those peaks one day," he muttered, turning his gaze up towards the towering mountain in the distance. The snowy cap shone white in the glare of the sun, wispy clouds cloaking its bare rock face above the tree line.

"I think you should return to your farm," Higa added. "At least once, just to see what's been happening there since you left. Maybe your parents have cooled down by now and reconsidered, they could be worried sick about you."

"What if I stay here and you leave?" Satou asked. "When would I be able to see you again? Would I have to wait an entire year until next spring?"

She seemed conflicted for a moment, her brow furrowing as she considered her reply. Satou got the impression that she liked him a lot more than she let on, especially since their first escapade in her tent. The Oni seemed to want to remain detached, more of a teacher than a lover, like she was humoring him for her own entertainment and not because of any deeper romantic connection.

But Satou wasn't stupid. He had seen it in her eyes when they made love, felt it in the way that she clung to him during their most passionate moments, as if afraid that he would escape her grasp. He had awoken to her gazing longingly at him on more than one occasion, and when they slept together, she liked to stroke his hair, holding him close to her and burying her face in the nape of his neck. He had even heard her murmur his name in her sleep once, as if she had been dreaming about him.

"I...don't know," she replied solemnly. "During winter and autumn, travel on the mountain is very difficult and dangerous, sometimes impossible if there's a lot of snowfall. For six months out of the year, it's usually unsafe to travel to and from the Oni village."

"And what if you were to stay down here?" he suggested.

"The summers are a little too hot for my kind, but more importantly my village relies on me to bring them meat and pelts to last them through the winter."