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The night was quiet, too quiet. Muichiro tossed and turned on the futon, unable to rest. His eyelids felt heavy, but every time he closed his eyes, a strange feeling came over him, as if someone were watching him from the darkness of the room.
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. A shadow loomed beside him, tall and impossible to ignore. When he opened his eyes, he saw it: a man with six eyes glowing in the darkness, monstrously imposing, and a voice that seemed to vibrate inside his chest.
"Don't be afraid..." the deep voice whispered, his tone terrifyingly tender. "Sleep, little one... just close your little eyes."
A shudder ran through Muichiro's body. He tried to get up, but his body didn't respond. A strange sensation held him trapped, as if his own body refused to react.
Kokushibo leaned down, his dark hair brushing Muichiro's cheeks, and with disturbing gentleness brushed a strand of hair from the boy's forehead.
"How fragile you are... how pure" he whispered, his hand encircling her wrist. His thumb caressed Muichiro's soft, delicate skin, and he shuddered at the touch.
He wanted to protest, but his voice wouldn't come out. His breathing quickened as he felt the demon's warmth upon him. There was no violence in his touch, only that suffocating tenderness.
Kokushibo's lips brushed his forehead, and a warm sensation ran through Muichiro's body. He felt his muscles relax against his will, sleep creeping up on him even though he wanted to resist.
"That's it…" Kokushibo murmured in his ear. "Let yourself go. Close your eyes… I'll take care of you."
The warmth of his breath made Muichiro let out a soft gasp. He didn't know if he was awake or trapped in a dream.
The only thing that existed was that voice.
The pressure in Muichiro's chest grew, his heart beating faster, whether from fear or from the unknown heat burning inside him. Kokushibo watched him, his six eyes glowing in the darkness, all fixed on him.
And then he touched him.
His hand moved slowly down his arm, running over it. Muichiro trembled and pressed his lips together, trying to hide his tremblings.
"So sensitive…"
His fingers slid down his collarbone and paused there. Muichiro arched his back involuntarily.
Kokushibo bent his head and brushed his tongue against his neck, tasting the skin. Muichiro let out a stifled moan.
"Shhh... sleep."
His eyelids closed as hid body surrendered. There was no way to resist that voice.
Kokushibo's fingers moved lower, exposing Muichiro's pale skin. He ran his fingers slowly over his chest, down to his belly, enjoying every shudder.
"Your body reacts…" he whispered with satisfaction, watching the boy's breathing become ragged and short. "And we're just getting started."
Kokushibo placed a kiss on his collarbone, moving down slowly, making Muichiro arch beneath him.
"Let yourself go..."
The heat between his legs was beginning to grow, although Muichiro didn't want to admit it.
Muichiro couldn't tell if he was dreaming or awake. Everything was a strange warm sensation, making him gasp with his mouth half open. He felt his clothes being removed, leaving him exposed, while those hands ran over him.
The voice spoke again.
"Don't be afraid..."
The demon completely removed his clothes, exposing his private parts. Muichiro moaned, trying to cover himself, but those hands held him down, forcing him to open up.
"Look at this..." his voice turned into a deep growl, filled with desire. "So beautiful, so soft... You don't know how long I've wanted to taste you."
His breath caught in his crotch before his tongue slowly descended, tasting him. Muichiro let out a strangled cry, his thighs trembling, his hands gripping the sheets as a burning heat coursed through him.
Kokushibo held him firmly, plunging his tongue into his wet, virgin intimacy, delighting in every shudder. Muichiro tried to close his legs, but the demon separated them, devouring him without respite.
"Don't try to fight, little one" he murmured between licks, his voice husky with desire. "Close your eyes… and let me taste you."
A thick finger entered with his mouth, pressing against his warm, tight entrance. Muichiro moaned, sobbing, the invasive, pleasurable sensation melting him.
"So tight…" Kokushibo gasped against his skin, digging his finger deeper while worshipping him with his tongue at the same time.
Muichiro wept, tears streaming from his eyes. Between the moist warmth of the tongue and the penetration of the fingers, Muichiro was lost in a sea of sensations he had never felt before.
His moans filled the room, soft and breathy. Sweat formed on his forehead, and every time he tried to resist, Kokushibo's tongue found a more sensitive spot inside him, making him moan loudly.
The demon's finger sank inside him, slowly opening him. The contrast between his gentleness and the overwhelming pleasure made him tremble uncontrollably, barely able to breathe.
"That's it, little one…" Kokushibo purred, licking his pussy nonstop as he inserted a second finger inside his wet core. "Relax… you're so delicious…"
Muichiro cried, his body tensing against the sheets and his thighs trembling as he felt those fingers stretching him. A stifled moan escaped his mouth as the tongue pressed into the most sensitive part of him, at the same time as the fingers opened him deeper and deeper.
"Relax... I'll take care of everything..."
And then, just as his body was at the limit, Kokushibo parted his legs and lowered himself further, his hot, wet tongue brushing against the tight entrance to his ass. Muichiro let out a sharp cry, arching his back.
The demon held him with both hands, forcing him open, while he thrust his tongue inside. Muichiro cried with his eyes closed, moaning helplessly.
"So delicious..." Kokushibo growled, his deep voice making Muichiro's entire body tremble.
The tongue continued to invade him relentlessly, alternating between his tight ass and his wet pussy, while the fingers stimulated every spot. It was too much: Muichiro convulsed in an intense orgasm, his body writhing under the demon devouring him with endless hunger.
Kokushibo drank it all in, holding his hips, until the boy collapsed, exhausted, wet and trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks.
In the midst of that storm of pleasure, the voice murmured again, soft and sweet like a lullaby.
"I'm not done with you yet, little one. There's still more ."
The boy was panting, his chest rising and falling, damp with tears and sweat, his mouth half open, emitting soft moans. So vulnerable beneath him.
"Look at you…" Kokushibo ran his hand over his belly, caressing it. "What a sight…"
Muichiro tried to murmur something, a weak "stop," in a soft sob. The demon silenced him with a kiss on his forehead.
"Shhh…" Kokushibo whispered. "Just relax."
He gently rolled him onto his stomach, leaving his ass exposed. The boy tried to cover himself, but the demon hands held him firmly.
"How beautiful..." Kokushibo said, bending over him. "I'm going to worship you until you can't anymore."
The demon's tongue descended to his entrance, rubbing, licking obsessively. Muichiro moaned loudly, arching his back as heat surged through his body.
"Relax..." Kokushibo whispered, sinking his tongue into his asshole. "Let me worship you."
Muichiro moaned as Kokushibo's fingers continued inside his pussy. The combination made him convulse, unable to control himself.
"So hot, so tight…" the demon growled, digging a finger deeper as his tongue licked him. "Feel my tongue fill you… devour you…"
Muichiro sobbed, his hands clutching the sheets. Every moan, every sob, every shiver of his body only excited Kokushibo more, who continued alternating between flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers inside the boy.
Every movement was calculated: his tongue licking, his fingers thrusting. The boy trembled, cried, and screamed, lost in that ecstasy.
Kokushibo leaned closer, whispering in his ear.
"That's it...Cry... moan for me..."
Muichiro couldn't hold out any longer. His body tensed, convulsing in an orgasm that left him breathless.
Kokushibo didn't let go for a moment. His tongue, his fingers, his hands kept him trapped. And then, with a husky but sweet voice, he spoke again.
"You're mine."
Then the demon brought his finger to the tight entrance, caressing it. Muichiro tensed instantly, a shaky moan escaping his lips.
The finger entered slowly, stretching his insides patiently. Muichiro moaned, burying his face in the pillow, his body trembling with each inch that filled him. The demon let him get used to it, rubbing the sensitive part.
He moved down to kiss Muichiro's back as his finger sank deeper. A second finger followed the first. Kokushibo moved them in a slow rhythm, opening Muichiro's insides, caressing, stretching. He licked Muichiro's ear as he sank his fingers deeper.
Muichiro sobbed, clutching the sheets, his body shaken by chills. The demon didn't stop, adding a third finger, opening him wider, feeling the tightness.
"Yes... Like that... Cry for me" Kokushibo purred, pushing his fingers inside him.
At first, he did it slowly, deeply, caressing every corner of his insides. Muichiro was trembling, tears running down his cheeks, his lips parted. And then, when he was open, Kokushibo changed the pace.
The fingers began to move quickly, thrusting in and out forcefully, hitting precisely at that spot that made him convulse. The boy screamed, his body shaking.
"Feel me take you with my fingers… feel me open you…" the demon said, his deep voice vibrating in Muichiro's ear.
The speed increased, the wet sound filling the room, as Muichiro cried and moaned, arching under the demon's absolute control. His legs trembled, his belly contracted, and he came again with the stimulation.
Kokushibo held him, not stopping his fingers until the boy convulsed again. And he spoke again, his voice deep and sweet at the same time.
"There's still more"...
Then he positioned himself on top of him, covering him completely. One of his hands gripped the boy's hips, while the other guided his cock against his already wet and ready entrance.
Muichiro opened his eyes suddenly, trembling.
"N-no… it's too big…"
"Shhh... Let me in..."
He pushed in slowly. The thick tip pressed against the tight entrance, which resisted. Muichiro cried out, arching his back, his thighs trying to close, but Kokushibo kept him open.
"Calm down..." he whispered, kissing his cheek sweetly.
He entered slowly. Muichiro felt every millimeter opening him, filling him, stretching his body in a way he'd never known before. It hurt, but at the same time, a warmth formed in his belly, confusing him between pain and pleasure.
Kokushibo gasped, his eyes fixed on the boy. "You swallow every inch of me… so tight, so perfect."
When he was finally buried to the bottom, the demon stayed still, holding the trembling body beneath him, letting him get used to it.
"You feel me filling every corner of you, don't you?" he said, sinking deeper into him, rubbing his belly to prove he was completely inside him.
Muichiro couldn't answer, he just moaned with his eyes closed, unable to breathe.
Kokushibo began to move. Gently at first, moving in and out slowly, caressing his belly and hips.
Then the thrusts became deeper, firmer, until Muichiro's body began to shudder with higher-pitched moans, convulsing with pleasure even though he tried to deny what he felt.
Kokushibo lowered a hand to his wet pussy, stroking it in circles as he entered him, eliciting ragged gasps from te boy.
"That's it..." he said, sinking deeper. "Feel it..."
Muichiro's body arched, and one last orgasm made him dissolve into tears and moans that only made him look more beautiful in the demon's eyes.
Muichiro could barely breathe, his insides still throbbing around the cock that was still buried deep inside him.
Kokushibo held him, hugging him from behind while Muichiro was exhausted, crying into the pillow.
The demon's torso covered the boy's back, and his arms wrapped around him firmly, as if he wanted to imprison him forever.
Kokushibo's fingers gripped his hand, intertwining it with his own. Muichiro still felt the overwhelming pressure inside him.
Kokushibo kissed his cheek while stroking his hair. His eyes watched him with lust and tenderness, and his tongue gently ran over his skin, cleaning him.
His breath enveloped him as he caressed him.
Muichiro closed his eyes, exhausted, his heart pounding.
The boy breathed softly, while the demon hugged him as if he didn't want to let him go.
"My little one... Sleep little one, just close your little eyes..."