Feature Writer: Snekguy /
Feature Title: DEMON GATE 6 /
Copyright: © 2018 by Snekguy
Story Codes: MF, FemaleDom /
Synopsis: Satou is arranged to be married to the daughter of a neighboring landowner, but when he stumbles across a mysterious woman in the forest, he must find a way to balance the expectations of his family with his burgeoning desires /

Demon Gate 6

Chapter 6: Locking Horns

Satou boiled with conflicting emotions. He was elated, his heart still racing after his encounter with Higa, he couldn’t keep his mind off her even for a moment as his family chatted around the table. Whenever he closed his eyes, all that he could see was her red skin and her white hair. He could still taste her lips, feel the smoothness of her body, like an afterimage that lingered in his mind.

But at the same time his gut was twisted with dread. Like a charging ox headed towards a cliff, he knew that he would soon plunge over the precipice, conflict with his family was inevitable. There was a heat inside him now, rising up from his belly, a sort of reckless and urgent need to get it over with. Like amputating a gangrenous limb, it was better to do it fast, before the rot spread.

He knew now that he could never marry Lady Sasaki. It was not uncommon, and even expected for those of the upper classes to seek pleasure outside of their marriage, especially when it had been arranged with someone that they didn’t get along with. Wives were for reproducing with, concubines and prostitutes were for pleasure. Satou could probably get away with sneaking off to see Higa even after his marriage to Sasaki, and nobody would question it.

But that wasn’t what he wanted. His sense of honor commanded him to marry the Oni if she would have him, nothing less would do. If she refused his hand, then he would accept the consequences willingly, as his life would have lost all meaning. He could not pursue two women however, nor could he have two wives, even if one of them was in name only. It was all or nothing, he would either have what he most desired, or he would lose everything.

He had thought long and hard about it, and in the worst case scenario the marriage would have to be delayed until his brother came of age, and he would have to marry the girl in Satou’s stead. The practice was known as gyauenkon, and it was common in circumstances where the older brother was killed or otherwise rendered unable to fulfill his marital obligations. The shoen would not suffer because of him.

It was time.

Satou stood, clearing his throat, his family setting down their cups and chopsticks as he got their attention.

“Mother, father, I have something to announce.”

They shared surprised glances, his younger brother watching curiously. The words were so hard to find, sticking in his throat like honey, but he mustered all of his willpower. It was just like the kiss, he had to take charge, he could do this…

“What is it, Satou?” his mother asked.

“I do not intend to marry the Lady Sasaki.”

There was a moment of shocked silence, and then his mother bowed her head, covering her mouth with the long sleeve of her kimono. His father’s face began to redden, his brow furrowing as he glared across the table.

“What!?” his father spat, as much disbelief in his voice as there was anger. “What are you saying!?”

“I do not love the Lady Sasaki,” Satou explained, struggling to keep his voice from wavering. If his years of social conditioning had imbued him with any kind of skill, it was the ability to go through the motions, to speak clearly and concisely when he needed to. The more he tried to think of this as some kind of formal function, the easier it became.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” his father replied. “We’ve raised you for nearly two decades to respect this family, to understand your place in society, to put the honor and the needs of your shoen above your own desires. And this this the result? You reject everything that we have taught you, all of our values!?”

His mother was still covering her mouth, shocked by his declaration, looking away as if she didn’t want any part in the argument that was beginning. His brother glanced between Satou and his father with frightened eyes.

“You ‘will’ marry the Matsuyo girl,” his father ordered, slamming his fist on the table and shaking their bowls of soup. “I will not allow you to soil this family’s good name, the name that your grandfather toiled to elevate. We have made agreements, plans, I can’t believe that you would act so … so selfishly!”

“Selfish!” Satou exclaimed, his father recoiling as if he had been struck by a blow. “I was never asked, you just planned out the rest of my life without even consulting me. Have I not been a good son? Have I not been obedient? Have I not done everything that you have asked of me up to this point? Now I ask one thing in return, the right to choose my own wife, and you won’t even consider it?”

“This isn’t about what you want, Satou. This is about our family, our shoen. The future of our community depends on this union, you told me that you understood that.”

“You keep telling me that family must come first, even if it makes me miserable. I can’t marry Sasaki, I’m in love with someone else. I will leave if that’s what you want, you can pretend that I never existed or that I was killed if it will preserve your status, but I cannot go through with this marriage.”

“And where does that leave you?” his father asked. “Do you think that ‘come together in passion and stay together in tears’ was a joke, something that I tried to instill in you for fun? Look what your passion has brought you,” he said as he gestured towards Satou’s mother, who was now sobbing quietly into her sleeve. “Marriage is not about love, reckless romances tear apart families and end noble lineages. You will do your duty, or so help me…”

“What?” Satou asked with a shrug, “what can you take from me that I would not give up willingly? I will renounce my name and my inheritance if necessary, you still have a male heir in my brother Nishio. I will give it up gladly if it means that I can’t marry Sasaki.”

“That would make you an outcast, a barukamin,” his father snapped. “You’d be no better than someone who carries away corpses or collects the night soil from privies.”

“What will we tell the Matsuyos?” his mother wailed. Her words stung, not because of how upset she was, but because her primary concern was for their family’s relationship with the Matsuyos rather than for the welfare of her son. He had hoped that she might support him, she had always seemed more sensitive than his father, but it seemed that his hopes had been misplaced.

“Tell me who this girl is,” his father snapped, standing so hastily that he almost knocked the table over. “Tell me who she is and I’ll have her family exiled into the wilderness.”

“You can’t exile her,” Satou laughed, growing bolder the longer their confrontation went on. “She doesn’t live in the village, she is an Oni who came down from the mountain.”

His father hesitated, confused, his mother looking up from her sleeve.

“Oni … aren’t real,” his father insisted, “do you dare to lie to me Satou? Is there no dishonor that you won’t stoop to?”

“She’s as real as you or I,” Satou said, “I met her when I was tasked with opening the sluice gate.”

“It must be true,” his mother said, chocking back her tears. “It’s a yokai, a demon has bewitched our son and turned him against us!” She resumed her sobbing, covering her face, his father not knowing how to respond.

As bad as Satou felt, there was also a kind of elation, a relief now that he had finally come clean and his secret was out in the open. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he was now free to do as he pleased, for the first time in his life he could go where he wanted and do what he wanted. Nobody would be able to stop him, he no longer had anything to lose and thus there was nothing more to fear.

“I have never felt such shame,” his father spat, Satou staring him down across the table. It was like nothing that Satou had done up to this point counted for anything, a lifetime of obedience and respect, and all that his family could focus on was a single incident of rebellion. Rebellion which could not be more justified from Satou’s perspective.

He turned around, storming out of the house and making for the sluice gate. His father followed after him, but his mother fell to her knees, clinging to her husband’s leg and preventing him from pursuing their son.

“Let him go,” she begged, “he may yet come to his senses!”

A few of the villagers who were still working the fields nearby, or carrying sundries to and fro paused to watch the commotion, Satou keeping his eyes fixed on the forest as he marched away from the village. He vanished between the trees, the shadow of the mountain looming over him.

xxxxx

The sun had dipped behind the mountain, casting the valley into darkness as Satou stumbled through the dense forest. He had followed the stream up to the sluice gate, and then he had tried to retrace his steps back to Higa’s camp site, but he was starting to think that he was lost. He just kept walking, he was giddy, full of nervous energy. He had really done it, he had really stood up to his parents. He had no clue what was going to happen now. He dared not turn back, at least not until his father had been given enough time to cool off. Would they even take him back after what he had done? It was impossible to know.

The snowy peak of the mountain was visible through the canopy here and there, so it was impossible to get completely turned around, it would be the best to just keep heading in the same direction.

Satou froze, listening intently. Something large was moving around nearby, he could hear it crushing fallen sticks and rustling the undergrowth. He felt a pang of fear. Could it be a bear? He looked around for a nearby tree to climb, but before he could make his move, a large furry mass burst out from between the trees a short distance ahead of him. It charged towards him, impossibly fast for a beast of that size.

He turned to flee, but it was too fast, and he felt something wrap around his body and lift him off the ground.

“Looks like I caught me a little lord,” Higa said, throwing her fur cloak back to reveal her red skin and laughing as he kicked his feet in the air. “I wondered what kind of animal could be making that much noise.”

“Damn it Higa, you scared the life out of me!”

She set him back on the ground, and he turned to glare up at her, brushing himself off.

“So what brings you back to the mountain so soon? I wasn’t expecting to see you for a while yet, I was going to do some more hunting before you came back. Did something happen?”

“I told them,” he declared. Higa’s yellow eyes widened, reflecting what little light was available like those of a cat, and she planted her hands on her wide hips as she looked him up and down.

“I knew you had it in you, but I’m impressed, Satou. How did they react?”

“Uh … not well,” he replied, wringing his hands. “They didn’t kick me out, I left on my own, but I don’t know if I can go back. At least not right now. My father was furious, my mother wept…”

Higa cocked her head, her expression sympathetic.

“All of this upset on my account,” she muttered, “I’m not sure that I’m worth it.”

“Of course you’re worth it,” he insisted, “and this isn’t your fault. I never wanted to marry the Lady Sasaki,” he added bitterly, his brow furrowing. “Meeting you didn’t change that, it just gave me the confidence to stand up for myself.”

She smiled, and reached down a massive hand to mess up his hair.

“Let’s get you back to my camp, I’ll make you some tea. You’ll feel better with something warm in your belly. You can tell me all of the juicy details on the way.”

He nodded, following behind her as she turned and headed back into the dark forest.

xxxxx

Satou lifted the steaming cup to his lips, taking a draw from it. The tea was brewed with wild herbs, and its flavor was mild, calming him as the warmth spread through his stomach. The cup was too large for him, more the size of a bowl, but Higa didn’t have anything that was more appropriate for someone of his stature.

“Human family dynamics are … confusing,” she said, sitting beside him as the fire pit in front of them crackled. She took a sip from a saucer of sake, the alcohol warming her in a different way, looking up at the moon as it cast them in its pale light.

“What are Oni parents like?” Satou asked, setting down his beverage on the grass and looking up at her.

“My parents wouldn’t care who I married,” she replied with a shrug, “Oni don’t have complex lineages and political unions like your kind do.”

“It’s only really the upper classes who do that,” Satou added, “the peasants can marry who they want most of the time. Like my friend Nagao said, there’s balance in all things. They might not enjoy the luxuries and privileges that a Shogun does, but at least they’re free to love whoever they want.”

“So are you now,” she chuckled, nudging him with her elbow. “You gave up your name and inheritance. Assuming that they take you seriously, you’re as free as a peasant as of tonight.”

“I guess you’re right,” he mused, taking another drink from his bowl as he stared into the dancing flames.

“Aren’t you going to miss your silk pillows and your servants?”

“I don’t think you have a very clear picture of what my family does,” Satou laughed, “we’re just farmers. I never had silk pillows or servants, or anything like that. But even if I did, that life doesn’t suit me. I want to be out here under the stars, I want to wander the forests and scale the peaks, like you.”

“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, an 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 carving 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, and 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 a 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 then 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 thrusted 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 finally his awareness 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 know 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 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 wight, 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 further 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, 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 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.

“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, no longer concerned with how slimy and wet it was, but reveling 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, and he dragged 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 our prominently, not just 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, Satou tracing it with his fingers. She arched her back, 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 own 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, like 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…”

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, like 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, and 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, and he grinned 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, Satou lying 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 sudor, 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, the Oni 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 peering 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 moonlight.

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 closed 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, and she was 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 knocked 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 a 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 a mouth, 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.”

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 were their bodies, 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 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 use 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 taught 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.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX