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Tame demons who lacked the drive for pandemonic blood and violence were few and far between, glittering gems among the malformed gore of Muzan Kibutsuji’s progeny. Rare moments of clarity in a sea of blind madness. Yet they existed, going about their quiet lives in the shadows doing as they pleased, without the watchful eye of the king of all demons peering into their minds. Living peacefully among humans, coexisting with their blissfully-unaware prey.
Namine Sachihara was one such tame demon, having broken away from Muzan years ago. How long ago, she couldn’t quite remember. And her reason for defection? A simple distaste for being bossed around. Muzan could be so childish sometimes. It seems that her constant stubborn thoughts had been enough to sever the link between herself and her creator. Or perhaps he’d just grown tired of her constant complaining. Regardless, she’d been cast aside, left to her own devices and to do as she pleased.
Her calling in life was making her own “Mad Honey”, a product of her own Blood Demon Art. A demonic energy-infused honey made from her own bodily fluids. An unholy elixir, capable of producing sweet dreams or the most nightmarish hallucinations, depending on the precise mix she poured out from her body. Either knowing or unknowing of her demonic nature, her honey brought all the humans in Tokyo to her territory.
She was a tall woman, with the deathly-pale skin and supernaturally illuminated eyes common to all demons. Hers were a brilliant shade of green, the colour of new leaves in springtime. Had they been that way before she was turned? She couldn’t quite remember, but one thing that she knew had changed was her hair – growing out in long blonde and black waves, at a rate so fast that she couldn’t keep up with it. She’d given up on it honestly, choosing to just sweep it up in an intricately twisted updo and pretend that she didn’t see all the split ends.
It's late at night, the moon high in the sky. Peak hours for demonic activity. When she hears a knock at the door, she suspects it may be another demon, picking up her scent and wanting to come challenge her for her territory. Although the gentle tune of the single knock makes her wonder if it could perhaps be a lost human, or a even weak demon seeking her protection. She wasn’t opposed to sheltering other beings in her hive – she liked it, actually. Having control over someone and them being completely grateful for what she was doing for them…. It was delightful to her.
Maybe she just had some control issues.
With a sigh, she gets up from the couch and sighs, stretching and popping her sore shoulders and back with a series of solid cracks. One wasn’t supposed to wear a corset under a kimono, especially with an obi as wide and tight as hers. But she was a demon and didn’t need to pay attention to breathing or bloodflow like fragile humans. She did as she pleased, and she reveled in her wasp waist that drew gazes from all around.
She walks to the door, her stoking-clad feet tapping gently on the floor. Bending down slightly, she peers through the peephole in the door, focusing one eye on the faint figure outside. The second they come into focus, she feels the breath catch in her throat and she flings the door open in a heartbeat.
“Shinobu!” she cries, panic plastered over her delicate features, mouth drawn upward and fangs exposed in a horrified grimace.
The Insect Pillar stands on Namine’s dimly-lit porch, one hand clenched firmly onto the bloodied wrist above a mangled hand. Her tangled hair falls loosely over her shoulder, her butterfly hairpin clinging on for dear life to her matted locks. She’s covered in blood from head to toe, wounds riddling her body and tearing deep through her flesh and clothes. Shinobu’s nose and mouth bleed faintly, and Namine can smell blood on her breath. Clearly, she’s injured horrifically, she must have just barely escaped a fight.
Namine takes a sniff of Shinobu’s scent again, trying to discern the nature of her injuries, and is instead hit with the pungent scent of funerary incense and death and stale blood. The small woman positively reeks of another dominant demon’s scent markers, and a powerful one at that. Namine bites her lip, recalling the one and only time she’d ever smelled a demon like that.
It's an inappropriate time for her to feel this way, but… Namine feels a sharp pang her chest, smelling another demon on Shinobu like this. Quickly, she clears her thoughts and pushes those feelings aside. Now isn’t the time to get jealous about another demon’s hands on her sweet Shinobu’s body.
“Come on, get inside, I’ll put wards up on the door so you’re not followed,” Namine says, shepherding Shinobu inside as the human staggers over to her couch, unsteady on her feet.
Shinobu collapses on Namine’s couch with a gasp as Namine quickly shuts the door. The honeybee demon presses a beeswax seal on the door, hopefully keeping out whatever or whoever just dared lay a hand on her darling Shinobu. After making sure the seal is firm, she rushes to Shinobu’s side, grabbing her darling’s mangled hand in her own smooth, delicate hands. Namine strokes the back of Shinobu’s hand, biting her own lip. Shinobu’s pale skin is marred horrifically with bruises and open wounds, frostbite turning the tips of her dainty fingers black. Namine brings the hand to her mouth and kisses it, exhaling breathily on it, a thin sting of golden honey connecting her lips to Shinobu’s hand.
“Who did this to you, darling?” Namine finally says, Shinobu’s hand still firmly clasped in her own. There’s a hint of venom in her voice as she narrows her eyes, glaring at Shinobu’s wounds.
“Upper… Upper Two,” Shinobu manages to get out, between labored breaths.
Namine bites her lip. She should have recognized that stench on Shinobu even without her naming her attacker. Namine knows what facing Upper Two as a human means, Shinobu doesn’t have much time left. Even demons who crossed his path were destroyed by his freeze-burning attacks that tore every organ in his target’s body to shreds. For a human to challenge him was equal to suicide. She bites her lip, and leans in closer, gently cradling Shinobu’s bleeding and pale face. What could she do in a moment like this? There was nothing she could do, except perhaps--
“Namine,” Shinobu says, taking a shaky breath. “I need you to turn me into a demon.”
Those were the words that Namine had wanted to hear for an eternity. The one and only way of making her precious Shinobu into an eternal being like her so she could bask in her beauty forever. But to hear those words in a dire moment like this? Could Shinobu even survive the process like this?
“Shinobu, you know how I turn people,” Namine says, her fingers intertwining with Shinobu’s blood-matted hair.
“I know, and I don’t care,” Shinobu says, coughing. “I’m desperate, please.”
“I can’t let him get away like this.”
Namine had never liked Upper Two. His pathological obsession with the flesh of women, human and demon alike, disturbed her. All demons had a fixation, a preferred prey. Namine personally enjoyed the taste of haughty middle-aged women. But the way Upper Two went about his eternal quest for his favourite meal… For some reason it disturbed her beyond all reason.
She thinks, she hates him. Even more now, that he’d dare even lay eyes on her Shinobu.
“Are you sure?” Namine says, her bright green eyes narrowing slightly in concern for her precious human’s life.
“This will change you forever. If you give up your humanity… You’ll be eternally frozen in time, just like me,” Namine continues. “Cursed into an eternal un-life.”
“Do you really want that?”
Unheard of in dire moments like this, a blush creeps across Shinobu’s cheeks, her violet eyes blinking furiously in embarrassment.
“I- Actually—” She takes a breath. “Getting turned by you… The way you do…”
“…It’s been my fantasy for the longest time.”
“I really want this, Namine,” Shinobu says, exhaling a rattling breath.
Namine takes a step back, pausing for a second as her nose detects the faintest of changes in Shinobu’s scent. Beneath the blood, beneath her sweet floral scent, there’s a sharp musky scent that’s just been added to the cacophony of scents hovering around her body. The slightest hint of arousal? Namine feels her heartbeat quicken – she’d had dozens of willing converts to demonhood, but someone who enjoyed it in this way?
The thought excites her in the most peculiar way. As she undoes her obi and allows her kimono to fall to the ground, she too feels a warmth pooling between her legs. An experience she’s never had in a context like this, not at all. But she’s not opposed to it.
A pair of extra arms sprout from her waist, the slender fingers reaching out and flexing as they come into being. She takes a breath, and opens her eyes, now a seamless sheet of green compound eyes, no longer hinting of even the slightest trace of humanity. She takes a step towards Shinobu, bare except for her corset, and reaches up with two of her hands, removing the pins from her hair, allowing her long hair to cascade down her back, draping over her sharp shoulders and full breasts. She stands before Shinobu in her full demonic glory – multi-armed, compound eyes and a bee abdomen tail. Or perhaps, the tail of a glass insect, filled to the brim with her Mad Honey.
One of her fingers traces underneath Shinobu’s chin, bringing her face up to meet Namine’s. A jet-black claw presses up against the Insect Pillar’s chin. For a second, the green-eyed demon gazes upon Shinobu’s face, beautiful even after being soiled by Upper Two’s monstrous hands.
She’ll erase every mark he’s left on her.
Leaning in, Namine presses her lips against Shinobu’s, her long tongue weaving its way past Shinobu’s dainty lips and deep into her mouth, forcing their mouths open. She cups Shinobu’s face in her hands, moans softly as she drinks in the taste of her Shinobu’s mouth. Namine’s tongue dips deep into Shinobu’s mouth as her honey-laced saliva intermixes with Shinobu’s own juices, sweetness spreading over Shinobu’s tongue. Namine’s hand rests firmly on Shinobu’s chin, holding their lips together as the honeybee demon’s eyes flutter shut in the pure pleasure of finally being able to kiss her beloved like this.
The kiss goes on for what seems like ages, the two embracing each other deeply, in the most intimate of ways. Her tongue pressed against Shinobu’s inner cheek, Namine feels Shinobu’s breathing start to become deeper, her heartbeats becoming slower. Dream-grade Mad Honey straight from the source had this effect, rapidly inducing its medicinal properties. This was a special brew that Namine had perfected, one just for this very occasion. The moment that she’d been dreaming of ever since she met the Insect Pillar.
Shinobu’s eyelids begin to droop as Namine pulls away from the kiss, leaving sweet blood-laced honey on Shinobu’s lips, intermingling red and gold. Her mouth remains slightly open, the remains of Namine’s sweet work filling her mouth.
“How does it feel, dear?” Namine says, her fingers tracing gently over Shinobu’s cheek, feeling how warm she’s become beneath her fingertips.
“Ah… Uh, good,” Shinobu says, her speech slightly slurred. “I feel all… Warm inside…”
“I’m going to start now, okay?” Namine replies back, tilting her head to one side as she pulls Shinobu close to her, and gets comfy on the couch with Shinobu on her lap.
“Please,” Shinobu says, honey dripping down her chin.
With a touch as gentle as her honey-laced breath, Namine draws Shinobu into her embrace, their warm bodies pressing close against each other. The honeybee demon runs all four of her hands across Shinobu’s back in unison, her fingertips memorizing every smooth curve in the petite woman’s body, hands worshipping her from her shoulders to her thighs. Briefly, Namine’s insticts take over, her demonic mind feeds her a sensation – Of Shinobu’s soft hips and thighs sliding down her throat, the warm flesh inside of her. Namine shudders involuntarily thinking of it, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation of what she knows will be a delight unlike any other.
She embraces Shinobu in a kiss. A deep kiss, deeper than any other. One hand on the back of Shinobu’s head, she deftly uses another to remove Shinobu’s butterfly hairpin, letting down her hair. She’ll give this hairpin back to her when she’s done turning her, she just doesn’t want to risk damaging it during the process. Shinobu’s elegant butterfly haori, is removed, too. She’d never dream of damaging such a beautiful thing, even if it’s already been drenched in blood and torn by Upper Two’s claws.
With a soft moan, she pulls Shinobu into her, feeling the human’s body filling her up inside, beginning to slip down her throat. She feels Shinobu’s soft breathing inside of her, gentle kisses against the inside of her esophagus as Shinobu is tightly held inside of her throat. It’s a delightful feeling, knowing that Shinobu is enjoying this too – Namine can deeply smell the human’s arousal, rich and bitter beneath the heavy haze of her Mad Honey.
Her two lower arms reach up between Shinobu’s legs, two fingers slipping into her pussy, a second pair rubbing gentle circles on Shinobu’s clit. She feels Shinobu’s breathing quicken inside of her, hears the sound of the human’s blood slosh around sluggishly inside of her.
Her fingers pump steadily in and out of Shinobu’s hole, feeling the ridged flesh rub over the folds of her knuckles. Namine’s fingers work quickly, feeling the hard bud of flesh beneath her fingers twitch and throb, every deft movement of her fingers bringing Shinobu’s closer to her climax. Deep inside of Namine already, Shinobu moans and whines, the Mad Honey making her pussy beyond sensitive. Namine’s own eyes flutter half-shut, lost in the bliss of pleasuring her precious human.
With a free hand, she grabs one of Shinobu’s dainty breasts, holding its fullness in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, fingers rubbing against Shinobu’s nipple. She lets out a sharp cry, reverberating through Namine’s tight flesh. Namine makes a soft noise of pleasure, swallowing hard as she pulls Shinobu deeper into herself, feeling Shinobu’s head and upper body pressing up against the entrance of her stomach, straining her corset. She continues to finger Shinobu’s pussy, fingers pushing in and out of Shinobu’s tight hole, fingertips rubbing against her most sensitive spot just at her entrance.
With a slick sound, Shinobu’s pussy tightens around Namine’s fingers as she climaxes, Namine rubbing furiously on her clit to bring Shinobu to the height of her climax. The human moans obscenely, Namine feeling her cries and moans from deep inside of her body. As she brings Shinobu to her peak, she places one hand on her belly, feeling the soft, twitching bulge of Shinobu inside of her.
Shinobu goes limp, the warm glow of her orgasm washing over her body. Namine pulls her fingers out of Shinobu’s pussy, still dripping with Shinobu’s juices. Placing one hand on Shinobu’s round ass, she strains her throat and pushes on Shinobu’s cute butt, finally pulling the rest of the human into her body. She purrs deeply as she feels Shinobu’s hips and thighs enter inside of her, muscles contracting around the smooth curves of Shinobu’s thighs. With a soft noise of pleasure, Namine slurps up the rest of Shinobu, finally welcoming her into Namine’s belly.
With a sudden popping noise, Namine’s corset pops all its hooks, her belly ballooning outward with Shinobu’s mass cradled gently within. Well, she’ll have to replace that or repair it later. Maybe she should have taken off her corset first before swallowing someone whole… Whatever, that’s neither here nor there. She places a hand on her belly, feeling Shinobu resting gently inside of her, heavy and warm. Filling in the most perfect way, the most delightful weight she’s ever had inside of her.
“Is it warm in there?” Namine purrs, her fingertips tracing over her bellybutton. “Does it feel nice?”
Shinobu doesn’t reply fully, she just moans in pleasure, her voice coming out muffled through layers of Namine’s flesh and fat. The honeybee demon purrs as she pats her belly, delighting in the feeling of Shinobu inside of her. This isn’t the human’s final resting place, though. If she was just a meal, then perhaps her journey would end here, in Namine’s gut. But Shinobu needs to be turned, made into something new.
Grimacing, Namine tightens her muscles, and takes a breath, forcing Shinobu out of her belly, and into her abdomen, with a slick squishing sound as her innards rearrange themselves to accommodate the delicate human within her. Golden flesh ripping through a clear glass shell, the dazed human comes into view through the translucent yellow flesh of Namine’s tail-like appendage as she’s pushed inside. The Mad Honey appears to have taken fully effect now, Shinobu’s eyes are glazed over and staring off into space, her chest rising and falling so slow that it seems that she’s in deep sleep. She’s bathing in the stuff now, deep in Namine’s body where she makes the honey itself, nestled in the very tissues that secrete the honey. A soft smile on her face, Namine places a hand on her abdomen, stroking Shinobu’s belly through her own clear yellow flesh.
“Just a little more, you’re doing so good, dear,” Namine says, giggling as she massages her abdomen, Shinobu moaning softly within as she’s caressed by the golden flesh inside Namine’s abdomen.
Namine’s flesh pulses and throbs, wrapping itself tightly around Shinobu’s body as honey seeps out from within the tissues, covering every inch of the petite woman’s body. Her eyelids flutter half-shut, honey caking her hair and skin, soaking deep into her clothes. Slowly, her clothes appear to almost dissolve, melting into more of Namine’s faintly-shimmering honey as it soaks into Shinobu’s clothes. Namine rests her hands on the hard outer layer of her abdomen, smiling down at her beloved within.
She’d only had the chance to see Shinobu naked once before, and the vision of her favourite human’s bare form had lived in vivid detail in her mind ever since. Bending down, she plants the tenderest kiss on the hard chitin above Shinobu’s face, noticing the human’s nose wrinkling slightly within. She can’t help but giggle at how cute Shinobu looks like this, all pink and naked and bathing in honey.
“You’re so cute, Shinobu darling!” Namine says, holding a hand over her mouth as she giggles.
Shinobu responds by smiling softly from within, behind layers of chitin and flesh wrapping itself over her body. It seems like for now, words are escaping her. She’s utterly lost in a dreamscape of shimmering gold and all-consuming sweetness. Namine can only imagine what it must be like.
Shinobu’s skin and very flesh starts to meld with the honey within Namine’s abdomen, her body almost melting into more of the honey. Purples and blacks and pale flesh tones running like watercolour paint, blurring into the seamless slick gold lining Namine’s insides. Shinobu’s fine strands of hair grow heavy with honey as they melt iinto pure gold, her arms and smooth delicious thighs melting, flattening out as they become one with Namine’s Mad Honey reserves. Hazy violet eyes look up through translucent chitin, tears of pleasuring running down a blissful face steeped in honey.
It makes Namine feel the most peculiar way, knowing that her body is changing Shinobu so intimately, making her into an entirely new being. A black-nailed hand creeps between her thighs, slipping between thick outer folds and wild hair, and finds its way into her most delicate regions. A moan of pleasure escapes her mouth as she rubs slow circles on her clit, watching Shinobu’s body melt into honey inside of her.
Electric shocks run through her body as Shinobu’s form begins to dissolve fully, her human shape giving way to a mass of viscous liquid, indistinguishable from the honey sloshing around inside of her abdomen. Waves of honey wash over Shinobu’s body, taking away more of her body with it, leaving gaps in her body, replaced with fresh honey. Thick muscle ripples around Shinobu’s dissolving body, embracing her deeply, intimately. Even with her body melting away, Namine can clearly see Shinobu’s pure pleasure, eyes rolled back in her head, entire body trembling as Namine’s flesh massages Shinobu’s body – thighs, ass, breasts. Every inch of her is massaged and worshipped by Namine’s innards, golden flesh wrapping over inch of her body as she’s assimilated into Namine’s being.
The honeybee demon bites her lip, feeling warmth pooling inside of her, her legs trembling as she feels her core growing tighter, every moment watching more of Shionbu become something entirely new. As she approaches her climax, she watches the last of Shinobu’s body collapse into honey with a pop, leaving nothing but a vaguely-humanoid outline of thick, viscous liquid inside of Namine’s body. Her flesh tightens around the honey, kneads it and reabsorbs it into itself.
Namine lets out a sharp cry of pleasure as she feels tears of golden honey leak from her eyes. With one free hand, she reaches up and rubs quick circles on her nipple, her hand roughly grabbing onto her breast as she humps the air, her legs scrunching up close to her body as she slips two fingers inside of her own dripping pussy. Drops of honey run down her thighs, spills from the tip of her abdomen, staining the couch and floor with the richly-perfumed liquid.
She moans mindlessly, her head going completely blank except for the heavy feeling of Shinobu’s melted body inside of her, her body numb yet burning at the same time. She rubs furiously, feeling a tightness build inside of her as her pussy clenches hard, cumming to the pure pleasure of Shinobu giving herself fully to her.
“Ahhh, Shinobu!” she cries, mouth open in a saliva-dripping moan, a stream of honey trickling down her chin.
She reaches her peak, legs trembling, the tightness between her legs releasing in a bloom of warm pleasure. A wave of ecstasy washing over her body, numb with pleasure, mind buzzing like a hive full of bees. She gasps loudly, arching her back in pleasure as she drives her fingers deep inside of herself, feeling her own insides clench down hard. Her juices leaking out of her pussy, running down her thighs, mixing with the honey pooling on the couch.
She falls back onto the couch, panting heavily, the blood still rushing in her ears. Demons don’t exactly need to breathe, but the peak she just reached robbed her of all her energy. It’s almost as if she just finished hunting down a rival demon in her territory. After taking a moment to rest, she hauls herself upright and admires her abdomen again, gently rubbing the clear chitin with cum-smeared fingers.
Namine narrows her eyes, focusing on the dim figure reforming within. Her heart quickens as she sees the dark outlines of Shinobu’s new body starting to reform inside of her, starting with the faint squiggles and vague shapes of her new demonic organs, blooming into existence from dark clumps in her self-contained honey. Her new heart pops into existence, reforming from golden honey, beating to life in shades of bright orange and rich umber. Namine feels the faint vibrations of Shinobu’s new demonic heartbeat inside of her, synchronizing with her own. A breath catches in her throat, and her eyes go wide.
Bones follow shortly after, weaving themselves into existence out of elaborate filigreed fractal networks of crystalized sugar. Her bones are thinner, hollow. Just like Namine’s own delicate ones. In Namine’s mind, it suits Shinobu and her dainty frame more than her heavy human ones, filled with thick bone struts and dense marrow. Perhaps, they can dance lightly together now just like they were meant to.
Skin and muscle weave onto bone scaffolding, sheets of honey folding themselves into place and building up Shinobu’s new figure. The same as it was before, smooth curves and petite proportions, lithe muscle wrapped in smooth skin. Except now, when her tiny hands are weaved back into existence, they’re tipped with sharp hooked claws, just like Namine’s own. The honeybee demon places a hand on her abdomen, just about Shinobu’s own hand, through layers of flesh and chitin. Her heart skips a beat when she sees Shinobu’s fingers twitch from within, as if trying to reach out and hold her own hand.
Thick waves of raven hair bloom on Shinobu’s head, her formerly violet highlights now a brilliant gold, almost the same shade as Namine’s honey. The honeybee demon gasps when Shinobu opens her new eyes – they’re the same violet as before, but now they’re the same sort of compound eyes that Namine herself has. The two of them lock eyes for a moment, and Namine sees a new sort of consciousness in Shinobu’s eyes. The same woman, the same face and same mind. Yet she’s been changed, made into a new being, her psychology shifting two octaves down into a new demonic one.
Golden flesh pulses around Shinobu’s new body, sculpting and kneading her into her new form. Finishing touches pop up on her body, a second pair of arms blooms from her midriff, thick fluffy fur-like hair appears on her limbs and between her legs, growing like grass. A pair of curved horns sprout from her forehead, and she blinks furiously as they grow longer, grimacing slightly, eyes narrowed in discomfort. Namine purses her lips, and pats her abdomen, as if to comfort the woman within.
“Sorry, dear. I hope it doesn’t feel too bad…” The honeybee demon kisses her hand, and then pats her abdomen as if blowing a kiss to Shinobu within.
The finishing touches put on Shinobu’s new body, Namine lies back and relaxes her body, allowing the outer layers of her abdomen to peel back like the petals of a lily flower. Honey and other juices spill out all over the couch and floor, drowing them in waves of shimmer gold. Breathing heavily, she hauls herself upright, then embraces Shinobu in her new form, pulling her close to her chest. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she can feel the faintest buds of unformed wings on Shinobu’s back. How fitting, for an angel like her.
“Oh Shinobu darling, are you awake?” Namine croons in Shinobu’s pointed ear, her lips grazing over her outer earlobe.
Shinobu stirs slightly. Her eyes are open and she seems conscious, but it appears that she’s still trying to adjust to this new state of mind.
“How do you feel?” Namine quickly replies.
“Ah, I think…” she wipes honey from her face, sticky strands clinging to her fingers and hair. “…I guess, it’s a little different.”
“I feel… Lighter,” she says, her voice faint. “And… Tired.”
Namine lies back again, cuddling Shinobu to her chest as she runs her fingers through the newly-made demon’s gold and black hair. She chuckles to herself, lightly kissing Shinobu’s honey-covered cheek.
“Tired, hm?” Namine says, planting another kiss on Shinobu’s forehead.
“Maybe before you start training to fight Upper Two… You can take a little break,” she purrs, fingers tracing over the nape of Shinobu’s neck.
“How about it? Just you and me together, doing nothing but being ourselves.”
“Does that sound nice, Shinobu dear?” the honeybee demon says, eyes crinkled up in pure joy and admiration for her darling’s new form.
Shinobu seems to consider these words for a few moments, turning them over and over in her head. Then, slowly, she nods with sleeping eyes, nestling against Namine’s soft chest. She appears to doze off slightly, using one of Namine’s large breasts as a pillow.
“I think so… Taking a break sounds nice right now…”
Namine smiles warmly, intertwining her fingers through Shinobu’s slick hair.
“Rest easy, sweet Shinobu.”