Demon Gate

"Are you sure that one of your parents wasn't unfaithful?" Higa asked, messing with his hair again as he batted her hand away. "Sometimes I wonder if you're hiding some stubby little horns under this mop."

"No, or I'd be taller."

She laughed at him, taking another drink from her saucer. She upended it, shaking it as if the motion might somehow produce more sake.

"Damn, I'm out. I guess the fates have decided that I've had enough for tonight." She reached across and caught him in a headlock, pressing his face into the furry sling that concealed her bosom as Satou struggled to keep his drink from spilling. "And why don't you drink, little Oni? My mother always told me never to trust someone who won't share a cup of sake with me."

"I don't like the taste," he mumbled, his voice muffled by her bust.

"It's not supposed to taste good, it's supposed to get you drunk! It might help you to loosen up a bit, you're so stiff." She released him, smirking at him as he took a defiant sip from his mug. "How's the tea?"

"Good," he replied.

Higa stretched her arms over her head and yawned widely, her sharp tusks flashing in the moonlight.

"We should probably turn in soon."

Satou eyed her tall tent, a blend of excitement and anxiety rising in his chest. Were they really going to share such a cramped and private space together? Well, cramped by Oni standards at least. When they had kissed in the pool, she had teased that there was more to come, that she had more to show him.

The Oni noticed him staring, suppressing a hiccup as she grinned at him.

"There's nowhere else for you to sleep kid, not unless you want to sleep outside on my cloak. Besides, I want to...show you something. I think you'll like it."

She caught his face in her hands and leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, leaving him sitting on the grass with reddening cheeks as she rose to her feet, making her way over to the tent. He watched her as she walked away, shedding her cloak as she went. She reached behind her back and unfastened her furry top, letting it fall away, then she reached down and slipped off her loincloth. She was facing away from him, but the moonlight reflected off her red body wonderfully, accentuating the developed muscles of her back where they were visible beneath her long hair. Her spine carved a deep dimple that ran down to her rump, her ample cheeks rolling enticingly as she moved.

She crouched and opened the flap of her tent, closing it behind her as she vanished into its dark interior.

Satou snapped his head back around, staring into the fire with wide eyes, unblinking as he nervously chugged his tea. He discarded the empty bowl beside him, swallowing and wiping his mouth with his sleeve as she steeled himself. Somehow this was almost as difficult as announcing his intentions to his parents. Part of him wanted to flee into the forest, the beating of his heart and the fluttering sensation in his belly making him feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down at the long drop.

He leapt to his feet then took in a deep breath, turning and following after Higa. With every step his heart seemed to beat faster, apprehension and anticipation making his head spin. Before he knew it, he was opening the animal skin flap that led to her tent.

He ducked inside, then stood, the tent large enough that it wasn't a hindrance to him. As his eyes adjusted to the relative darkness, he saw Higa, watching him with her yellow eyes as she lay on her bed of furry pelts. She was covered by furs, her red body only visible above the chest, her mass of white hair spreading beneath her head like a giant cotton pillow. She watched him with those reflective eyes, Satou unable to meet her gaze as he looked away, wringing his hands again as he so often did when he was nervous.

"Will you stop that?" Higa cooed, beckoning to him with her finger. "Come over here, there's no need to be so shy." He inched forwards until he was standing beside her, the Oni wetting her lips, propping herself up on her elbow as she waited. "Take off your clothes. Let me see you."

His hands trembling, he did as she asked, untying the belt on his yukata and letting the garment fall about his feet. He stood before her wearing only his loincloth, but he didn't feel self-conscious any longer. The way that her eyes played over his youthful body, hardened by years of working the paddies, made him feel...good. He wanted her to see him, he wanted to be desired. Nobody had ever looked at him that way before, there was hunger in her eyes.

"That too," she said, gesturing to his loincloth.

He untied it and let it fall to join his yukata on the floor, the fabric catching briefly on his erection. Despite his fear and uncertainty, he had never been so aroused in his life. It was enough to make his head spin. He was as hard as a rock, and Higa's yellow eyes turned downwards, a smile curling her lips.

Satou wondered what she thought of him, but he was too afraid to ask her, standing there as he waited for further instructions. There was a rush of air and a loud rustling as Higa threw her covering back, exposing herself to him. It was impossible to keep his eyes off her. Just like when he had first happened upon her beside the pool, his gaze was drawn to her with an almost magnetic power.

There was just enough light spilling into the tent through the many breaks in the mismatched pelts that her body shone, glistening like she was coated in morning dew, the hot and moist climate making her skin wet.

Her breasts were so full and heavy, gravity pressing them together as she lay slightly on her side, the delicate fat spreading on the fur beneath her. Her pink nipples stood out against her crimson skin, Satou finally able to drink in her figure with nothing concealing it. His eyes roamed lower, his breathing growing heavier as he admired her toned stomach. The muscles were so defined and prominent, the shafts of moonlight reflecting off them, droplets of moisture clinging to their firm surfaces. The curve of her hip was like a mountain in its own right, so feminine despite her brawn, her smooth and rounded contours starting a fire inside him. Her thighs were as thick as tree trunks, the hard muscle that could propel her heavy body through the forest at such incredible speed sheathed in a layer of soft flesh, her skin so smooth that it looked polished.

Why did it feel so right? Why did he ache for her like this? It was as if a sickness had overcome him, a fever, burning him up from the inside.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?" Higa asked, patting the pelt beside her in invitation. He knelt and lay down next to her, shuffling up so that his face was level with hers. She reached out and cupped his cheek, pulling him closer and subjecting him to a slow, teasing kiss. The measured strokes of her smooth tongue calmed him, her lips soothing, his tense muscles starting to relax as he sank into the soft fur beneath him.

She released him with a smack, her amber eyes seeming to glow in the dark as she watched him. She was so intense, unblinking, and yet there was a gentleness in her eyes that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

"What...do we do now?" Satou stammered, Higa stroking his cheek with her fingers.

"Just follow my lead. It will come naturally, you'll see."

She slid her fingers down to his neck, her merest touch electrifying. Satou had never imagined that being touched could make him feel this way, his nerves were on fire, like she had awakened in him an entirely new sense. Her hand roamed down to his chest, then she drew slow circles on his belly with her pointed nails, her gaze too sliding lower as she explored his body.

"I thought you'd be all soft," she whispered, "a pampered little lord. But you're hard, strong for your size. I guess you weren't exaggerating when you told me that your family were farmers..."

She liked him, and the thought filled him with warmth. He watched with bated breath as those red fingers crawled down towards his loins, Higa brushing his member so lightly that she barely touched him.

His spine arched involuntarily, his member surging as a jolt of raw pleasure coursed through his body like a bolt of lightning. It was nothing like when he touched himself, nothing like he had expected, the sensation so powerful that it made his eyelids flutter. Higa chuckled to herself as he slowly relaxed again, his fingers digging into the pelt that they were lying on.

"So sensitive," she crooned, "I'll have to take things slow."

She reached up and took his wrist, guiding his hand towards her bosom, Satou watching with wide eyes as she pressed it into one of her breasts. His fingers sank up to the knuckle, her flesh so malleable and yielding. It was like nothing that he had ever felt before. He squeezed, feeling the delicate fat spill between his fingers, filling his palm. It was like taking a handful of melting butter. Her red skin was akin to the most exquisite silk, softer than any material that he had ever felt before.

"I want you to touch me," Higa whispered, his head spinning as she breathed warm air on his ear. She paused for a moment, sucking his earlobe into her mouth and chewing it gently, the lurid sound filling his head.

He lay on his back beside her, bringing his second hand to bear, exploring the copious mounds of her breasts as she grinned at him. She closed her eyes, her long lashes the same shade of white as her hair, her abdominal muscles twisting and flexing beautifully as she began to slowly writhe. They bulged from beneath her crimson skin, the sheen of moisture making them shine. Satou couldn't take his eyes off them.

She was enjoying his attentions. As large and as powerful as she was, she was not untouchable, the idea that he might be able to please her imbuing Satou with a new determination.

He gasped as her fingers found his erection again, wrapping them around him, her warmth permeating him to the core. She squeezed gently, and another burst of pleasure made him its plaything, his toes curling. He would never have imagined that a hand could make him feel this way, her palm brushing against his glans like wet satin as she began to stroke him slowly and deliberately.

Unlike when he did it to himself, her goal was not to finish him quickly but to prolong his pleasure. She wasn't giving him enough to send him over the edge, she was teasing him, making sure that he had time to enjoy every stroke and squeeze. He shivered, his body starting to slip out of his control, his hips thrusting into her fist as if they had taken on a life of their own.

She hooked her other hand behind his head, drawing him closer and pushing his face between her breasts, her cleavage so deep that he was quickly buried in her warm flesh. Her scent filled his nose, exciting him in new and unexpected ways. She smelled like exertion, sweat, but there was also a feminine scent beneath it that drove him crazy. It was primal, instinctual. She smelled like a woman should smell, and it aroused him on a base level. Her skin glided against his cheeks, his hands delving into her breasts as she continued her stroking, his excitement mounting.

Higa let him thrust into her hand as he rolled onto his side, setting his own pace as she ran her fingers through his hair, keeping his face between her breasts. It was overwhelming. He had admired her beautiful body from afar, and now he was as close to her as he could get, the taste of her sweat on his lips as she pressed the heavy globes of fat around his face. He could feel her breathing, hear the beating of her massive heart, she was so alive. He slid a hand lower, her skin slick and damp, his fingers finding the firm bunches of her six-pack. He could finally touch them without reservation, he could trace their sculpted contours, feel them flex and move beneath his hand. They were as hard as rock, yet cloaked in her velvet skin, like someone had wrapped a box of apples in a silk kimono.

It was all becoming too much for him, he couldn't hold out any longer. He moaned into her bust, his voice muffled by her flesh, his body contorting as a sudden and powerful orgasm tore through him. He trembled in her arms as she hugged him against her body, milking him with slow strokes of her hand as he sprayed thick ropes of his emission onto her belly. White light flashed in his mind, stars swimming before his eyes as he closed them tightly, his muscles spasming. It was ecstasy like he had never felt it before, as if his nerves were extending beyond the bounds of his skin, invisible fingers running up and down his spine as the waves of euphoria washed over him.

He couldn't even think, reduced to a rutting beast as he thrust hopelessly into her hand, clawing at the cushion of her breasts as her warm breath blew his hair. It seemed to go on forever, his concept of time warping until his awareness finally seemed to resurface.

Satou emerged from between her boobs, his face beet red, breathing hard and swaying drunkenly as he looked up at Higa. She was smiling at him adoringly, her hungry stare betraying her arousal. She slowly released his member, still swollen and hard, an aftershock rippling through him as he loosed another wad of semen into her palm.

"S-Sorry," he mumbled, "I couldn't..."

"Don't apologize," she said as she laughed heartily, the motion making her boobs wobble and bump against his face. "Better to let one out quick and easy, that way you'll last longer next time..."

She drew him in and kissed him again, Satou's eyes rolling back into his head as he melted into her embrace, every glance of her tongue piercing through the haze of his afterglow like a hot knife. She released him, Satou panting as he lay on the furs, his member still almost painfully erect despite his recent climax. He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the pearly strands of his semen clinging to her belly. He hadn't known that he could produce so much...

Higa reached down and wiped them away with her hand, the gelatinous strands smearing on her crimson skin, coating her abdominal muscles in a sticky sheen.

"Not bad for someone so small," she muttered. She cleaned her hand and then her belly with the fur blanket, then cast it aside. It was far too hot and humid to justify using it anyway. When she was done, she reached down and made slow circles on his glans with the tip of her finger, still wet with his emission.

"You're still so hard," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "I didn't expect a human to have so much stamina." Satou twitched and writhed as her digits brushed against his tender head, the residual slime making her touch slippery, Higa watching him intently with her yellow eyes. "You're too cute," she added, "I want to eat you up..."

She leaned closer and planted a sucking kiss on his throat, her sharp tusks grazing his skin, his spine arching reflexively as she mouthed at his neck and shoulder. It was so warm and wet, something about having her touching such a vulnerable part of his body making his legs go weak. He took the opportunity to push his face into her mass of white, silky hair, feeling the soft strands brush his cheeks. It smelled so good, she must have used some kind of soap or plant to treat it when she bathed in the pool. It was so fluffy, like pushing his face into a cloud. They stayed like that for a little while, Satou simply enjoying her, his lingering euphoria making him feel like he was in some kind of wonderful dream.

"Want to do something for me?" Higa whispered, Satou withdrawing from her mass of puffy hair and nodding. She smirked at him, rolling over onto her back and placing a hand on the top of his head, guiding him downwards. "Down there," she said as he began to crawl lower. Higa lay back on the furs, her massive thighs parting as Satou came to kneel between her legs. She looked divine from this angle, her heavy breasts spilling over her chest under their own weight, the twin mounds obscuring her face from view until she propped herself up on her elbows to look down at him. Her abdominal muscles tensed as they lifted her, standing out from her flat stomach even more, casting deep shadows that gave them even more definition.

Her thighs were like two strong pillars, and he couldn't resist stroking one of them, the skin as flush as varnished wood beneath his palm. His oversized partner shivered, apparently her inner thighs were sensitive, and he repeated the gesture as she cooed happily.

Between them was her smooth, hairless mound, and Satou was faced with something that he had never seen before. So this was what women looked like...

Higa had a pair of puffy, vertical lips, flushed a slightly darker shade of red than the surrounding skin. She reached down a hand and parted them with two of her fingers, exposing the pink, wet flesh within. It almost looked like the petals of a pale rose, soaked with moisture in a way that reminded him of nectar. A blooming flower...

He found himself captivated by the folds and creases, it seemed so complex, an opening near the bottom twitching and winking at him. He looked up to Higa for further instructions, and she met him with a mischievous grin, no doubt amused by his ignorance.

"What does your heart tell you?" she asked.

Satou considered for a moment, then replied.

"I want to kiss you..."

"Good boy...gently now..."

He started with one of her legs, wrapping his arms around it like it was a small tree and planting a kiss on her burnished skin. He heard her sigh, and encouraged, he moved lower. He remembered where she was most sensitive, mouthing and kissing her inner thigh just above where it joined to her mound, copying what she had done when she had kissed his neck. She seemed to enjoy that. His eyes were drawn to her belly, the movement of her muscles captivating him again as she squirmed.

His lips crawled lower until they found her loins, the inexperienced young man hesitating.

"Use your tongue," she suggested, "like you're writing on me."

Satou did as she requested, dragging his tongue between her lips. Now it was Higa's turn to arch her back, a low moan escaping her throat as his smooth muscle slid across her sodden flesh. It tasted sour, the juices that coated it slimy and viscous, but something about it made him want more. Her womanly scent was back, stronger here, a musk that plucked at his mind like the strings of a shamisen.

A fresh surge of arousal spurred him on, Satou lapping at her hot flesh as she closed her eyes and lay back on the furs, quietly enjoying the sensation as he explored this uncharted ground. He could feel every crease and furrow of her loins beneath his tongue, so fine and delicate, like folds of satin that had been soaked in honey. She was so warm, almost feverish, more of her juices leaking from her in a steady flow. It was so slippery, making his tongue glide across her organ with almost no friction.

He tried to kiss it like she had taught him and she seemed to enjoy that, even if he was a little clumsy. Her hips were rolling, her smooth thighs brushing his cheeks. Strands of her slimy emissions were dangling from his chin and sticking to his cheeks in globs. It should have been off-putting, but his arousal was too powerful, and it only encouraged him further. He wanted desperately to please her, in that moment he felt like he would have done anything that she asked of him, no matter how lurid and obscene.

He kept it up for a minute or two longer, then he drew back as her red fingers delved between her lips, Higa looking down at him again. Her white hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flushed a deeper shade of crimson than usual. He watched intently as she pushed her index finger inside herself, moving it in and out slowly, her juices coating it in a slippery sheen.