Demon Gate

"What are you doing all the way over there?" Higa asked, making waves as she shuffled closer to him. Before he could escape, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him tightly against her body. Her nearest breast cascaded over his shoulder like it was trying to swallow him up, his body going as stiff as a board as he felt her smooth, wet skin against his own. Her flesh was so malleable, molding around him like a sack of grain, the weight of it threatening to push him beneath the surface.

She laughed at his expression, their cheeks now the same shade of red, loosening her grip a little.

"That's better. You didn't trek all the way up here only to sit so far away from me, right?"

His apprehension slowly melted away, his desire to be near her overpowering his social graces. It was everything that he had been taught not to do, and yet just the contact of her skin, the warmth of her body made him feel like he was floating on a cloud. He even dared to rest his head against the cushion of her breast, feeling it sink an inch or so into the red globe, its texture smoother and softer than even a silk kimono. He waited for her to push him away, to scold him for his unsolicited contact, but she never did. It was intoxicating. He felt blood rushing to his nethers, and he thanked his stars that he was still wearing his loincloth.

"There you go," she said, ruffling his hair. "It's called intimacy, it won't kill you. You just need a little practice, and you'll get the hang of it. So have you told your dad that you don't want to marry that posh girl yet?"

"N-No..." he admitted.

"What are you going to do about it? You'll have to do something, right? You've made it clear that you don't like her, are you just going to keep pretending that everything is fine?"

"I don't know," he grumbled, sinking deeper into the water and blowing bubbles again. "Everyone is depending on me to unite the two shōen. It's all anyone ever talks about. My father keeps saying how proud he is of me for taking responsibility and being obedient. My mother won't stop talking about married life, like she's trying to give me advice. Whenever I walk past them, the villagers chatter and whisper, they're as excited about the wedding as my mother is."

"Sounds like a lot of pressure," Higa said, clasping her hands behind her head as she leaned back. "You haven't told anyone besides me how you're feeling?"

"Only my friend Nagao knows about it, and about you."

"Oh?" Higa asked, "what did he say about me?"

"He thinks you're going to eat me or cause a plague..."

"Figures," she snickered. "I won't bite," she added, baring her sharp teeth. "Not unless you ask me nicely..."

"What do you think I should do?" Satou asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Hard to say, Oni society is very different from yours. We wouldn't ever find ourselves in that situation. But I can tell you that if someone tried to force me to do something that I didn't want to do, I'd fight them tooth and nail."

"I can't fight my parents..."

"No, but you can tell them the truth. What's the worst that could happen, and is that worse than spending the rest of your life with someone that you don't love?"

"I don't know that either," he grumbled. "My father would be furious, my mother would be disappointed, my community might reject me. Maybe they would throw me out of the shōen to fend for myself in the wilderness."

"Are you sure they'd react that badly? Even if you pissed them off, your parents would still love you, surely?"

"I can't say for sure, but all my father seems to concern himself with is honor and duty and the family name."

"Oni are expected to survive on their own in the wild from a young age," she said as she draped an arm about his shoulders again. "It's not that hard you know, especially down at this altitude. There's plenty of game, fruits and vegetables growing wild, medicinal herbs that you can make use of. If they really do kick you out, I can teach you how to live off the land. You'll be fine."

"You'd really do that for me?" Satou asked.

"Of course, it wouldn't be any trouble. If you lived with me for a month or two, you'd pick it up in no time."

The prospect certainly cheered him up a little. He didn't want to leave his home, of course, it was all that he had ever known. But he had no idea if his parents would go as far as to disown him, or if his community would exile him. Suicide pacts between lovers who were not allowed to be married were not uncommon, nor was being denied inheritance for going against the wishes of one's family. At least he had somewhere else to go if the worst was to happen.

"You need to learn to stick up for yourself," she continued, "headbutt your dad if you have to. Assert your dominance."

"I can't headbutt my father," he laughed.

"Well you're going to have to do something, right? It seems cruel to me, forcing someone to marry when they don't want to. You're so young, you shouldn't be shackled to a woman you don't even like. You should be enjoying yourself, experimenting, messing around with girls."

"Messing around?" Satou asked. Higa laughed at him, trapping him in a headlock and rubbing her knuckles against his scalp. He struggled but it was futile, her muscles were like iron.

"You're such a little...I don't even know," she chuckled. "You're so sheltered, it drives me crazy. I want to get you drunk off your lordly face and throw you into a brothel just to see what would happen. Nobody should be this innocent at your age."

"Well you won't find any brothels around here," he said, straightening his hair as she released him. "So...have you ever..."

"Have I ever messed around? Yeah, plenty. My people aren't like yours, we have a different concept of romance. We don't have to wait around until we're married."

"Is there someone back at your village that you...like?"

"You're asking if I have a lover? No, not officially."

He tried to conceal his relief, Higa watching him out of the corner of her eye as he sat beside her in the water.

"You can ask about sex, you know," she added. Satou nearly jumped out of his skin, averting his eyes and wringing his hands again. "Watch you don't boil the water there, kid. You're more than old enough, it's normal to be curious. I suppose you haven't had any exposure to it. Do they teach you about it at all in your culture?"

"That's...between a man and a wife," he mumbled. "It wouldn't be proper..."

"Yeah, maybe in your fantasy land. Do you think that everyone holds out until they're married, even in your society? How many lords and ladies go around doing the nasty in secret before they're auctioned off to whichever family has the most oxen? Most of them I'd bet."

"Passion has no place in a marriage," Satou insisted, repeating what his father had endlessly drilled into him.

She pulled him tight again, her breast pressing against his burning cheek.

"That's nonsense. Come on, there's nobody around to overhear us. You and your bride will be expected to consummate your marriage, right? Aren't you curious about what it would feel like? What will happen?"

"I haven't thought about doing that with her," he replied.

"What about with me? You called me beautiful, right? You got a good eyeful of me without my clothes on. Was that the first time that you saw a girl in the nude?"

Satou couldn't even think straight anymore, he felt like his brain was frying in his skull, like his rapidly beating heart was about to explode out of his chest. His mouth was dry, he felt drunk, all that he could focus on was the feeling of her massive body pressing against him. The smoothness of her skin, the way that her thigh was squashed against his, the way that her breast weighed down on his shoulder. He wanted to so badly to look at her, to drink in every contour of her figure, it was so tantalizingly close and bare. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, he was almost afraid of her.

"I won't be offended," she said, leaning down close to him so that she could whisper in his ear. "It's kind of flattering, you peeking at me from behind the trees, sending me love notes and picking me flowers. Come on little Satou, you can tell me. I won't breathe a word of it to anyone else."

His lips were sealed tightly, but as much as he wanted to be respectful, there was also a burning desire rising inside of him that he couldn't suppress. He wanted her to know how he felt, even if it went against every taboo. Higa was the only person that he could tell the truth to, the only person who understood him. He found it almost impossible to lie to her.

"Yes," he mumbled.

Higa laughed, her tone seductive rather than mocking, apparently amused by his reaction to her teasing.

"You look like you're about to explode, Satou. Do you even know enough about sex to fantasize about me?"

He didn't reply, his hands clasped in his lap.

"You've probably never kissed anyone yet, right? That's step one right there."

He shook his head, and she chuckled again.

"Shall I teach you how?"

Satou was at the end of his rope, looking up at her and seeing those yellow eyes peering down at him expectantly. Her white hair framed her red face, blowing gently in the breeze, and he suddenly realized how full and plump her lips were. They were slightly darker than the surrounding skin, flushed, inviting.

"W-With you?"

"Yes with me, you see anyone else around? Maybe your wife will warm up to you if you give her a good kiss, what do you say?"

"Alright," he said, nodding his head slightly as he swallowed. She grinned at him, then he flinched as he felt her cup his face with one of her large hands. Her skin was wet and cool against his hot cheek, and he stared up at her, waiting. She was so much taller than he was, he had to crane his neck to meet her gaze. Why did that make him feel so...shivery?

"Relax, you act like I'm going to wrench your head off. Start like this, hold her..."

His eyelids were fluttering, and it felt like there was a swarm of butterflies roiling in his stomach. What was happening to him? She drew closer, her puff of hair casting him into shadow, her eyes shining as they seemed to reflect the surface of the pool. He couldn't peel his gaze away from them, like he was being hypnotized.

"Then you do it like this," she whispered, her lips pressing against his. They were so soft, so full, like a ripe plum as she held him there for a moment. He didn't know how to react, at least not at first, a wonderful shiver coursing down his spine as she slowly opened her lips. It was instinctual, he suddenly knew what to do, following her lead as something slippery and warm slid into his mouth. It was her tongue, its velvet texture and its metallic taste immediately blanking his mind, like pulses of white light were filling his head. He was so absorbed by her kiss that he couldn't process anything else, like all of his senses had suddenly become hyperfocused on the new and exciting sensations that were assailing him, his eyes closing of their own accord.

Their tongues entwined, wet muscle sliding against wet muscle. He could feel every twitch and stroke as Higa moved with practiced grace. She was an artist, so measured and gentle despite her size, treating him like he was made of glass. Did this come naturally to her, or had she done this many times before? Her organ was so much larger than his, he felt like she was filling him up, the sheen of her saliva that coated it making it as slippery as a snail.

She pushed deeper, using the tip to stroke his inner cheeks, drawing shapes on the roof of his mouth like she was painting him from the inside. It tickled, and he shivered as she caught his lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently before resuming her explorations. He tried to meet her embrace, but she was so strong, and he was so inexperienced. He resigned to let her do as she pleased, leaning into her as her sordid kiss dragged on, her tongue dancing and roiling in his mouth.

She finally broke off with a wet smack, drawing back and watching him as he slowly opened his eyes, swaying drunkenly. He felt dizzy, somehow sapped of his strength, but it was one of the most wonderful things that he had ever experienced. A taste of heaven.

"And that's how you kiss someone," she added, unable to suppress her wide grin. "You alright there, Satou? Do you need a minute?"

"I...I didn't think it would feel like that," he mumbled, leaning against her again as she released his face and wrapped her arm around him. He was all tingly, his member now straining against the fabric of his loincloth, blood rushing in his ears as his heart throbbed in his chest.

"Well, it doesn't always feel like that, but I think I'm pretty good at it. Amongst other things..."

He realized that he was resting his head on the side of her boob again and one of his hands had snuck down below the water in an attempt to hold onto her. He pulled it away hastily, but then he felt her grip his wrist, guiding his hand around her waist. At least as far as he could reach around such a large body. If he hugged her with both arms, he doubted whether his hands would meet on the other side.

"You can touch me," she said. "I'm touching you, aren't I?"

Satou burned with a blend of emotions that threatened to drive him crazy. He was ashamed and embarrassed, this wasn't behavior befitting of his station. And yet at the same time, he was more aroused than he had ever been, swimming with a desire for Higa that bordered on adoration.

His fingers brushed something firm, and Satou realized that he was touching the chiseled six-pack that he had so admired from afar. He couldn't see it, all he could see were her red breasts, but he could feel the hard muscles as they flexed beneath his hand.

He could no longer help himself, his heart thudding in his ears as he traced their contours, bulging muscles as hard as iron shifting beneath skin that was smooth like glass. The water made her slippery, frictionless, his hand gliding as he stroked her. Higa shifted her weight, apparently enjoying his clumsy explorations, her every subtle movement making her abs move and shift. They cut deep channels in her torso, cleanly separating each muscle, so perfect that if it was not for the warmth of her body, he might have assumed that they were hewn from stone.

"I take it the women in your village aren't built like me?" Higa chuckled.

"No," he breathed, "I've never seen anybody like you..."

Again images flashed in his mind of his small, meek, fragile bride to be. What did she have under all those layers of fancy clothes? Nothing like this, that was for sure. Higa was strong and boisterous, not just in terms of her developed body, but in the way that she challenged him and teased him. She was fun, interacting with her was stimulating, she didn't just bow her head and agree with everything that he said like some kind of slave. She had an energy to her, a vitality that was missing in all of the women that he had met up until now.

He slid his hand downwards, feeling the indent of her navel, her muscles like stones that had been smoothed by the flow of a river. Beneath it was a flush mound that contained more firm muscle. His forearm brushed her thigh, so large and round that it must have been near the size of his torso.

"Getting a little low there, aren't you?" Higa commented. He drew back his hand, mumbling an apology, fearing that he had crossed the line. She just laughed at him, messing up his hair again and pulling him tight, her bicep pushing against his cheek as she rested her heavy arm across his shoulder.

"What would your father say if he knew that his sheltered son was being led astray by an Oni temptress?"

"He wouldn't be very happy about it," Satou mumbled.

"You're a lot of fun, you know," Higa said. Satou perked up at that, his heart skipping a beat as she relaxed and let herself sink deeper into the water, laying her head on the grass. "It's like my own personal kabuki play. We could call it the drama of Satou," she added with a dramatic wave of her hand. "I find myself wondering what mischief you've gotten into today, whether your parents have discovered your secret yet. You have such a huge crush on me, it's adorable..."

"Adorable like a little brother or a pet?" Satou asked hesitantly.

"Nah," she replied, "adorable like it makes me want to indulge you. I'm your first crush, that's obvious enough, and I'm in the perfect position to make it a great experience. Now I've stolen your first kiss, and I'm thinking to myself; should I be doing this? Am I humoring you because it's what you want, or because it's what I want? You're so young and naive, maybe I'm taking advantage of you..."

Satou felt a sudden surge of emotion, rising to his feet in the pool and sliding out from under her heavy arm. Higa watched him curiously as he reached out and took her cheeks in his hands. Her skin was like red velvet against his palms, and she blinked those yellow eyes at him, batting her snow-white lashes. He couldn't help but sneak a hand into her hair, feeling the silky strands as he combed them with his fingers.

"Hold her..." he said, "then do it like this..."

He drew Higa towards him, pressing his lips against hers, hearing her giggle in surprise and amusement as he locked her in a kiss. He did his best to replicate what she had shown him, parting his lips as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her familiar flavor set his senses aflame, the sensation of her slippery tongue sliding against his own making sparks fly in his head. Her lips were so smooth and plump, her tongue so agile, her warmth permeating him in the cold water.

Just like when she had asked him to headbutt her, he had to assert himself. He had to show her that he could be strong and confident, that he too possessed the traits that he so admired in her.

Their tongues coiled around one another like a pair of mating snakes, their embrace growing more passionate as it dragged on, Higa responding to him in ways that he had not expected. She was no longer merely teasing him, her slow, doting strokes felt more sincere now. She sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close to her, her claw-like nails pricking his scalp. He was slightly taller than her now due to the fact that she was lounging in the pool, and he found that somehow encouraging.

He trapped her lip between his teeth and tugged on it gently, just as she had done with him, and he heard her chuckle through their kiss as she failed to suppress a smile.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" she laughed, Satou pausing to catch his breath as he brushed his forehead against hers.

"You're not taking advantage of me," he insisted, leaning in and picking up where they had left off. Higa was becoming more aggressive now, her tongue probing deeper than Satou could manage due to its exaggerated size, shivers running down his spine as he felt its satin surface glide across his palate and bulge his cheeks. Flesh on flesh...it was so raw, the sensations so harsh and unfiltered, intimacy like he had never known it.

"I want this," he gasped as her tongue slid out of his mouth, linked to his lips by a thin strand of her saliva that glistened in the midday sun. "You can't steal my kiss if I give it willingly..."

"I'm going to steal more than a kiss if you keep this up," she mumbled, taking a handful of his hair as she rose from the pool. The water poured from her red shoulders in sheets, sliding down her muscular body as she pressed his naked back against the shore, maintaining their lurid kiss as she loomed over him. Satou's eyes were tightly closed, but he felt the weight of her breasts as they came to rest on his chest, pressing him down and molding around him like melting wax. He felt the fluffy mass of her white hair as it fell about him, the fine strands tickling his skin as she cast him into darkness. Now he had to turn his face upwards, practically lying on the grass with his legs still submerged as she pinned him beneath her bulk. They stayed that way for what might have been minutes or seconds, he couldn't tell anymore, all he could think about was Higa...