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"Hello, my name is Rengoku! What may your name be?"
He says.
"I am sure I have not seen you at our weekly meetings. So congratulations on your recent promotion to a Hashira-level slaying."
"Well, it's Y/N. But I don't want to talk about me. I-I well. You were my biggest inspiration when I joined the Demon Slayer Corps."
"Why so little one?"
"You're the reason I worked so hard to become what I am today. My- my village you saved all of them from a demon attack. If it wasn't for you I might not even be alive right now. Are you familiar with Yatsugō?
"I can't say I am. I am sorry Y/N.
"I.. this is embarrassing, but you are famous there. We never forgot about you. What you did for us. A man with a red blade and fiery hair and eyes. I knew it had to be you! Just to meet you in person, well it's an honor. I am nothing compared to you."
You got on your knees and lowered your head in respect. Your entire body was shaking with adrenaline and you felt like your body was filled with energy.
A blush has risen on his face, which he turns quickly attempting to hide it. The girl at his feet is quivering with excitement kneeling and shaking just being in his presence. He is not used to this kind of positive attention. He puts both his hands up drawing back a little flustered and stunned.
"You don't have to do that. I just did what I did to protect the people of Yatsugō. I was just doing my job as a Hashira. You don't have to compare yourself to me."
He chuckled awkwardly and swooped his hand down to take yours.
"There is no need for that. You achieved your rank fair and square. Were you not the recruit that exceeded the recommended 50-kill count? You overshot the mark. We are equal in my eyes. You warm my heart with your admiration. I love to see a quickly rising corps member with such a burning passion for the craft. The pleasure is all mine."
He took your hand while you continued to shiver and kissed your knuckle.
He caught himself acting unprofessionally, dropping your hand and immediately looking around to see if there was anyone else in your immediate vicinity.
"Forgive my impropriety. I am not used to having admirers. If I may be candid the positive attention feels so nice, I fear I may become drunk off it."
"You flatter me. I could never compare to someone of your standing. To achieve your rank you took on a demon moon. I have only slain demons of lower caliber."
"But you see, Hashira is not about taking on Demons, it's about protecting others. As a Hashira, I want to protect the innocent people of the land. I took on a demon moon so I could keep others safe by protecting them. As I have said before, you shouldn't be comparing yourself to me. You are just as amazing as I am in your way."
"You think I'm amazing?"
"Of course I do. To become a Hashira you have to face your fears and take on many dangerous demons. I don't think many people have that type of courage. You are incredible, and you shouldn't doubt that."
Rengoku pauses for a moment before continuing.
"So how big a fan of me are you exactly? Slaying demons is not exactly a spectator sport or an artistic endeavor."
"Well, I'm quite a big fan. I've been following your demon slayer career and accomplishments for a while now since you saved my village. I also ask any other demon slayers I can and enquire about your exploits. I admire your bravery and hard work. You are a truly inspirational person!"
To many others, this might come off as disturbing, but Kyojuro didn't have many people in his close personal circle. Thanks to his father he was starving for any form of validation. This sort of attention was driving his mind to dark and deviant places. If you were willing to kneel before him as soon as you met him in person. How far were you willing to go to prove your devotion?
"Would you perhaps like to train together little one? Since as you say I am far more experienced I think we should train without our Nichirin swords. What do you think about that?"
"I-I... you train with, with me?"
Your mouth had fallen open and your heart was beating a mile a minute. Your hero wanted to train with you.
"Yes.. YES YES! Oh lord yes."
You replied gratefully.
He took your hand and escorted you to his personal training room. It was situated in a giant room with padded floors within his estate.
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"How will we train without blades? I do not want to hold you back just for me."
"Well, we will put to the test our strength, of course, attempting to overpower the other in hand-to-hand combat. When one loses their sword, being able to defend oneself while you get it back is very important. It can mean the difference between life and death. Don't worry, I won't hold back. Are you afraid I might break you Y/N?"
"I-I."
You couldn't reasonably respond, your mind scattered and your blood thrumming in your veins. Finally settling as you nodded in his direction.
"Let's go ahead and start."
When he attempted to lift you, he expected you to tense against the matted floor or dig your hands and strengthen your stance. But that was not what happened. Even though you were not the thinnest of girls he lifted you with one hand and had you over his shoulder in less than 30 seconds.
"Oh my, you're light as a feather."
He says with a smile on his face.
"Don't worry, I will not drop you. I feel I may have forgotten my strength. I am strong as an ox! I've been training daily since I was a child. You can say, my training is one of my best virtues. I did not expect that to go so smoothly. You are in great need of some basic training. If I was a demon I would have made a meal of you by now."
"Oh.. oh well I. I have never done this sort of training before. Senpai please forgive me. Aagh~ Ngh."
On his shoulder, you felt unbalanced and uneasy as though you may fall.
"Don't worry, I will not drop you."
"I trust you Senpai."
He found himself looking over your form the pretty colour of your hair. You had such fertile birthing hips. Doing this sort of thing with a female a Hashira at that. Well, it was not common, but manhandling a woman was one of his most sinful fantasies. With marriage being nowhere close on the horizon such an opportunity was driving him closer and closer to depravity. She loved him, she was in love with him and he loved her. He had such an excitement building in his loins. Rengoku knew in his heart that she wanted him, that she had been waiting for them to meet. So they could... So they could.... His mind was racing. This was all too much. A woman had never looked at him in that manner.
"Y/N what do you truly think about me?"
If he could get her to admit it his dreams would be realized, a woman who would come here, here to his private estate. Not agree to train in the corps training barracks. She came here so they could have privacy, so he would have his way with her. She was practically throwing herself at him. Her thoughts must be so naughty and filthy that she must be ashamed. So that is why she wasn't being so forthcoming.
She wanted to come here, so it must be true. He had never been put in such a situation before. He may have some performance issues when they had to make love.
"You're my hero, my savior. I've had dreams that one day we might meet. But I never thought you would want to do this with someone like me."
It was confirmed. She truly felt that way about him. Y/N wanted him to fuck her. Given that they agreed to do it in the training room, she would obviously want it rough feral, and without restraint.
"I want this too Y/N. You don't understand how long I waited for a woman like you. I feared the time may never have come."
"Wait you wanted what? To train right? Well, I thought that not Shinobu, but Mitsuri may have made a sufficient training partner. I- I don't get what you're saying Kyojuro Senpai. You're kind of confusing me."
"What you came here for. We are going to make sweet passionate love. I am going to fuck you until you cannot walk and more. We don't.. we don't have to tell any of the other Hashira about your feelings for me. Keep such words for me and me alone.
"Wait..wait Senpai... R-Rengoku~San. I fear you may have got the wrong impression."
You wriggled in his grip. In turn, he reacted by feeling his way up your thighs and first cupping your arse squeezing and kneading harshly. Before his hand went down under your skirt and slid across the clothed lips of your.....
"NO!... Please wait! P-please put me down. I'm scared. I- just please put me down."
He did as you asked moving forward until your feet could once again press against the floor.
"My you're excitable. I barely touched you and you're already squirming and rutting against my hand. How forward you are."
"That's not what I was saying. Kyo-Kyojur.... Rengoku. I think that our meanings may have gotten mixed up.
You were beginning to feel increasingly threatened and fearful of the other Hashira. You didn't think in a million years your first meeting with him would end up anything like this. You put your hands up in surrender and took a step or two backward. He suddenly seemed so much taller and scarier than you remembered him being. His body was thick and chiseled with muscles.
"Not at all. I read your body's signals loud and clear my love. I wouldn't want this any other way. Your figure. It does things to me. I at first thought that it may have been a little soon. But you so adamantly insisted. Who am I to say no to one that has been infatuated with me for so very long?"
"I don't-- I.. mmgh."
Your body felt frozen. Stepping backward had made you trip over your own feet and fall hard on her arse with a squeak. Your feet pushed back as you scrambled to get at a safe distance from the love-struck and horny slayer.
"You make such delightful sounds little one. I wonder what kind of sounds you will make once I am filling you up to the brim."
"I--I we can't. I'm a virgin."
"Do not worry I will be careful. We can go as slow or as quick as you want. You being a virgin means nothing to me. I do not take your inexperience as a negative. We can explore each other's bodies together. I would very much enjoy leaving my imprint on you, not only as your first but as your only."
He took your leg in his hand and pulled you across the mats back towards him.
"Are you playing hard to get now? I like that, but do you not think we have come too far to play coy?"
"Nngh-- that's too rough, you will leave bruises."
"Would you hate having my marks on you? Wouldn't it be deviant if the other Hashria or the Master saw the marks I leave on your supple skin? Ah, you must bruise so easily. Like fresh fruit that is ripe for the picking."
He continued to pull you back as he too fell into a kneel. Your thighs were open and waiting for him to play with. This was so scandalous. How had they got here? What was he doing? What were they both doing? Kyojuro stripped himself off until he was left only in his white fundoshi. He was so eager to slate himself in your loins and feel your embrace.
"It is only right we begin with some foreplay. Are you familiar with oral sex?"
"Your- you are going to. Please stop. I can't-I can't take this. Please I don't want this."
"Ahh, I am sorry. I know you may have preferred to strip me yourself. But the strain in my pants was becoming quite intolerable. Look at what you do to me."
He slid his fingers up the curve of the giant bulge in his fundoshi. He put those same dirty fingers to your lips stopping any protests from making their way out of your mouth.
"Let's not talk darling I want to fuck that pretty mouth."
He let the last piece of fabric drop to the floor and practically pounced on you. His massive knees were on your shoulders, pressing down hard. He firmly grasped your chin and pressed the musky head of his erection to your lips.
You of course turned your head to the side and averted your eyes closing them tight.
"Shy little bitch. I bet I can work you up and make you slutty."
He sadistically pinched your nose until you had no choice, but to open your lips to gasp out for air, wailing and beginning to cry.
"If you are going to be a brat. You leave me no choice, but to be rough with you darling. Working me up like that on purpose. You deserve the most brutal fucking. I am going to use your mouth like a sleeve. Give you what you have been asking for."
Tears and a red flush were completely enveloping your face, from your nose down to your cheeks. It was hard to breathe your nose already becoming stuffed up from the crying.
"Naughty naughty. Now, if I feel any teeth you will be severely punished. I am going to train that virgin mouth how to properly worship your hero's cock."
He jammed the length of his cock down your throat, cocking your head up at the right angle to aim past the back of your throat and down your trachea finally bottoming out. Successfully deep throating you and clapping his balls against your chin thrusting forcefully and greedily. You were letting out very little sound. Occasionally choking and spluttering for air opening your mouth wider to breathe around his massive length.
You were tearful and broken, it hurt and your mouth was stained. You wanted to spit him out, but his grip on your face and chin was unrelenting. The tears stung your eyes as you tried to look up at him, whimpering at the pain.
"My little one you are such a flirt. It makes me wonder if you did defeat those demons in combat as you say or whether you are not as innocent and inexperienced as you claim to be. Come on now aagh nngh aa you can admit it. Fraternizing with a demon is forbidden, but if that lure is for the good of our country I would not tell. As a virgin, you take all of my cock almost expertly. You're a greedy insatiable whore."
You gripped his hands harshly digging in your nails and squealing around him trying to move your body and pull away.
"Harder you say? I know a way to make that throat nice and tight."
Instead of stopping he wrapped both those massive hands around your neck. Interlinking them so his finger pressed together around the back of your neck. When he gripped as hard as he could, he could feel his hard dick jutting about inside. He didn't think he had ever been this harsh, been so firm and commanding. The sense of control and superiority caused him to weep pre deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back and he kept going on and on, his length barely even left your mouth. The head relaxes on your tongue before further plowing the caverns of your throat again. You saw black and colored dots, you began feeling hot and dizzy, and your vision was getting splotchy.
"Damn aah feels good. Feels so so nngh good. So----AHHH Aagh! You little."
You bit down, feeling very little choice. Not knowing how to escape the situation. As he finally pulled himself out of his throat, he touched the side of his length the patterns of your teeth imprinted deep. You shook your head 'no' and once again attempted to crawl back from him.
He unceremoniously slapped you around the face hard, so hard your head spun and your head was painfully wrenched to right.
"Damn, you are a little brat. You have the gawl to bite me, just as I'm nearing my peak? Just for that, I'm going to treat you like I treat any other creature that has chosen to turn around and bite me."
While you were on your knees he pressed your face forward into the floor so harshly you banged your nose on the bouncy padding making it ache pull and hurt.
"You will stay. Stay where I put you. You even dare move a muscle my little bitch and I won't give you any mercy. Most demons that bite get my nichirnin blade to their neck. Do you want that?"
You were frozen in fear, continuing to cry and shiver moving your hands to stroke over your damaged nose. You didn't dare answer, worrying anything you did would spur him on.
"Answer.Me."
"No..
"No what....
"No, I don't want to be cut."
He stiffened his grip on your hair, banging your head against the floor, before mashing it against the wetness of your tears.
"Tell me you're sorry. Tell me you deserve this treatment. I want you to prove your devotion to becoming my slut."
"I'm- I'm no--Aaghh huuurrtss aagh aa. Please!"
"Wrong answer."
He continued to push you down with one hand, the other going back to your arse. He began beating his hand on your clothed butt with an opened palm. Slapping it over and over. In the same spots, raining down white hot pain onto your body. You only cried harder and hid your flushed face in the mat.
"It would be a shame to slice that beautiful body. But I will. I will if you do not submit it. Tell Senpai what he wants to hear."
"I-- I'm sorrrrryyyy I swear I'm sorry. I'm scared. I am I am devoted to you. I've wanted to meet you for years I swear. I deserve this, I deserve this for coming here. Just please.. please don't hurt me. I won't. I won't try to run, so please stop."
"Mmm~ That's a good girl."
He stopped with his hand raised high ready to beat your trembling arse harder. He eased his grip and petted his way from your head down your back. The loving compassionate Rengoku was back, it was like he was turning it on and off. It hurt you felt torn in how you felt about this. You thought for sure you didn't, but he was hurting you and telling you, you were asking for it. It left you feeling guilty, deflated, and ashamed.
"I will be back in a minute angel. Now do not move, we are obviously going to need more equipment if we are going to make your first time a success. I mean what I said. Move and I will hurt you."
He purred into your ear leaning over your back, you shivered almost being driven to hold your breath feeling so very scared you thought your trembling might cause him to unleash his rage on you.
"I-I'm really sorry for biting you. Really. I thought I was going to faint."
"That is a normal part of sex."
"It is?
"The female is scared and bows below the male. It is the way of things. Why, even in my short escapades with courtesans. Sex has only ever felt like this, you are right to be scared. After all, I could do anything to you. But if you love me you will not resist."
"I DON'T LOVE YOU!"
She said almost shouting. She was still tearful and shaking.
"I DON'T LOVE YOU SO LET ME GO!"
The sound you heard behind you made your shaking stop, your entire body tensing as you heard a negative groan followed by an angry growl.
"That isn't funny Y/N. You shouldn't say such words. Playing with a man's heart like that. I was afraid I had been too harsh. But I have not been firm enough. Since you are my woman, you will act as I tell you."
There was a cold sensation on your hot arse as your skirt was pulled up and your panties were pulled down.
"Mmm~ Your arse is already marked by me and yet you push boundaries. A little masochist are we? I shall play along. But you really hurt my feelings Y/N. When you say such things you make me doubt myself. For that, I'm going to enjoy turning this bruised arse bright red."
"N-no wait please wait."
He kept you still pressing with one hand firmly on your back. Your face was forward so you couldn't see what was going to happen to you. You felt scared, lost, and violated. You knew for sure you had done wrong and he was going to spank you again. This time on bare skin worse so than before.
"Don't be afraid to scream for me. I am not stopping until I feel you have been sufficiently punished for your transgressions."
You felt one generous smack on your bare arse with all the enthusiasm and strength of a Hashria of his level. At only one you teared up and screamed out panting and wailing. Keeping his hand firmly planted on your back keeping you kneeling with your arse up in place he began to become more confident and uneven in his spanking. Erratically whipping his hand back and hitting you over and over. It may have been minutes, but it felt like at least an hour of pain. There were places hot burning and red. Ones he hit most often one's that filled with white-hot pain whenever he touched them let alone hit them with more open-handed hits. Your hand curled backward over your arse shielding it, just to try to lessen the beating.
He clicked his tongue.
"Tut tut~ There'll be none of that."
He twisted the four of your fingers back towards your knuckles until you yelped and they retreated from shielding your arse. Coming back forward in front of your face so you could bury your sorrows into them. You helplessly sniffled as you returned to silent tearful sobbing. You had been crying for so long that your head ached with pain. You screamed out and prayed for the world to have mercy on you. Straining your voice and screeching until your throat was hoarse. Even still it continued. By the time he stopped, you were no longer screaming having no voice simply crying and letting out broken words of pleading trying to find forgiveness.
"Damn, how I love those screams. Bet you feel real sorry now don't you little one? It will teach you to talk back to me. Fill my head with your toxic lies. Was it not you who propositioned me on your knees like some hungry wanting slut? Take it and cry."
After he was done he was a panting mess, shaking his wrist before admiring the damage he'd done to his hand hurting you. He finally removed his hands from you idly playing with his erect cock and tenderly rounding the places where your teeth pierced him with tentative fingers. He wouldn't have to command you to be still when the pain was so immense that you could not move your legs. You heard him scrambling around somewhere behind you. He returned with a metal contraption and some bright red rope.
"Darling one. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that my naughty girl would be so kinky. You drive me to places I've never felt been before. Only with you Y/N my love."
He bound your arms to your bent legs aiming them high in the air. Your head looked upside down at him as you lay on your back. The pressure on your rump made you cry out and wriggle making him reach around from above you.** He stroked over the damage teasingly. With your legs and arms bound up tight like this your legs had no choice but to point up, your arms stuck tight on either side of them. When you looked up at him looking down on you. It was dizzying and uncomfortable. You were already losing sensation in your legs and arms, the blood running to your head.
"I'll open you up and keep you ready for me."
Then came the metal gag. It had a ring that you bit down on, keeping your mouth open. You could cry out, but all that happened was whining groaning, and muffled noise. It kept your jaw open uncomfortably and you thought you might be able to taste blood. But it could have just been cold wet metal.
"My little Hashira bitch looks so hawt like this. Waiting with an open mouth welcoming me in. Are you ready to have your mouth fucked, darling?"
"Mmmgh nnnngh aaah~"
"Thought so. Now stay quiet cock sleeve this won't take long."
Kneeling above your head his cock aimed at your open mouth. He eased his aching engorged length deep into your tight wet mouth. Putting his hands on the sides of your tummy and wrenching your entire body further forward. He pushed deep until it pressed harshly mashing slightly the back of your throat.
"Mmmgh aaagh. I much prefer you to be open and compliant like this."
His balls slapped harshly against your nose as he jammed his cock as far as he could into your tight little throat. At a different angle, you could tell he was frustrated that he wouldn't get to deep throat you. So he brutally bullied and hit against the arch of your throat. Punishing it and punishing you for making him resort to this. It hurt and you continued to let out whines along with the gasps and splutters. This wouldn't do he was determined to throat fuck you. Punching the back of your throat with his weeping head until it gave in. He growled in ecstasy as you let your eyes relax and go hollow. Trying to escape from yourself, escape from what was happening to you.
He continued rutting and plowing deep, wet sloshing sounds and slaps echoing through the large empty training hall as he slated his thirst in your throat. You felt his member pulsing and jutting inside your mouth, against your tongue. His regimented thrusting grew more erratic pulling your entire body back and forth onto his cock rather than thrusting in.
"Aagh nngh urgh yes, yes!"
When he reached his finish he buried himself as deep in as he could and once again strangled you. Your trembling weak body has given in and resigned to its fate by now. You thought he might grip you so hard he might crush your windpipe. Before leaning forward onto you, his colored hair tickling your tummy. His cock was still deep in your throat, spending jets of seed. When he pulled out and took out your gag. He spread the rest of the dirty cum coating his cock head over your lips.
"Nngh oh... hgh Open."
You did so willingly, almost robotically. The tears were mostly gone. What remained was a lost and hollow look, like a ghost of a person. He cleaned off his cock on your dangling tongue rubbing it back and forth so no drop went to waste even pumping the head to get it all out cleanly.
He panted weakly and stroked again over your beaten rump as you cooed and whimpered.
"Oh Y/N. That felt so fucking good. Training you and seeking comfort in your body. I could get way too used to this for us to just remain coworkers. I shall have to recommend you to accompany me on my next mission. My darling you truly are amazing just as I said.
He picked himself up from off of you beginning to undo your bindings as you lay on your side in the fetal position curling in on yourself hollow and saying nothing. Tears were steadily beginning to fall from your eyes once again. They were weepy strained and sore, but you just felt so violated and broken.
"I hope you continue to be naughty, brutal fucking has always been my favorite. I can't wait until you let me pop that cute cherry of yours~"
Again you didn't answer a frown on your face as you tentatively licked your lips. Tasting cum and salty tears.
"Such a dirty pet for me. That likes to be punished."
He lightly petted and stroked your hair.
"Alas, I must go now. I will let you get yourself cleaned up and make your way out. I would love to stay and cuddle.. maybe even do more. But I am needed in the Yoshikawa prefecture by nightfall. I thought some foreplay would take way less time than it did. Feel free to make use of the amenities of my estate."
He laid a gentle kiss on your forehead curling the rope up around his arms and putting both instruments of torture away.
"Until we meet again my love. Make me proud Y/N."
The last thing you heard was the pulling shut of a shoji door and you knew you were finally alone. You wound your arms around your body and brought your knees tight to your chest. Most of your innocence, trust, and naivety he had taken with him stolen from you. You doubted you would ever be able to be alone with another Hashira again.