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Normally, Satoru would not have even bothered taking this particular case - the reward listed was generally too low for a hunter of his rank, and it sounded like it needed more time and energy interviewing various townspeople as opposed to dealing directly with the supernatural entity instead.
But times were hard, nowadays; coin was getting hard to come by, what with the surprising new influx of hunters coming in, rash young things that wanted all the glory and gold of annihilating evil.
Satoru’s been in this line of work for too long, so seeing all these new hunters was exhausting in its own way, and painful, as though peering into a mirror and seeing himself from a good ten years ago, when he’d just started out on this career.
“It's troubling,” the official tells him, frowning as he pushes the stack of papers towards Satoru, where a good ten or fifteen missing posters have been collated for his reference.
Satoru does a brief scan of all of them - the first thing that stands out to him, is that they're all alphas.
“This thing has been plaguing our village for some time, and many good men of ours have gone missing. We don't quite know what it is, because so far none have encountered it and came back alive.”
Huh.
Satoru picks up the stack and leans back in his chair, idly thumbing through the papers. “What does that mean?” He asks, looking at the unsmiling face of a middle aged male alpha, with a scruffy beard, patchy in some places. “If no one's ever seen it, why would you think this is some kind of entity? For all you know, all these alphas may have just left their families because they wanted to.”
The official, a beta named Nanami Kento, shoots a look of pure irritation at Satoru’s words, his mouth slanting down even more.
“It wasn't just married alphas that were targeted. Young men, fresh from university, have also gone missing. The most obvious piece of evidence are the corpses that we've found at the riverside - most of them had been damaged beyond recognition, but Yuta Okkotsu’s fiance confirmed that that was the ring that he’d been wearing; their wedding band, inscribed with her name in it.”
Nanami Kento pulls out a folder, filled with photographs of the corpses. They didn't look like regular, water-bloated bodies either; Satoru could see that they morphed into strange, twisted shapes, as though something had sucked everything from their bodies, leaving hollow and wrinkled brown shells.
In one close-up photograph, Satoru sees it: a silver ring, shining in the light, around a thin finger.
Okkotsu’s band.
The moment Satoru had seen the twisted forms of the corpses, an inkling at the back of his head began to grow; his suspicion only grew when Nanami Kento confirmed that his initial observation was right.
“How much?” He asks, straight to the point. Satoru’s already mentally calculating the amount of coin he’d need to spend on food and a place to stay, as well as the amount of effort for a successful hunt.
“Three gold coins.”
“You’re joking,” Satoru sneers, his expression ugly. “Times are hard right now, but that doesn't mean you can shortchange me.”
Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “You should know that we are not a large or a very wealthy village. Four coins.”
“Five.”
“Five, and you bring the entity back alive. Captured, not killed.”
Satoru frowns. “What are you going to do with it? I didn't know your villagers were into demon-harvesting.”
Nanami has no scent to betray his emotions, being a beta, but Satoru’s sharp eye catches the moment he stiffens at his words. “It's not that,” he says, his voice low. “Sometimes there are some illnesses that could use remedies-”
“That's exactly what demon-harvesting is.”
Demon-harvesting, for a lack of a better word, was what many villages did in secondary areas - it was commonly believed that drinking the essence of a demon or a spiritual being with yin energy could cure various ailments, and even contribute to longevity.
Of course, Satoru knows it's complete bullshit; it's propaganda partly spread around to foster anti-demon sentiments by the Holy Church. Satoru doesn't care much about the politics behind these ideas, but many villages did not know better, and thus such sentiments were still common in the outskirts, the secondary worlds.
Some people may think it's a contradiction, an irony in a way for a hunter to have such sentiments - but there were good demons and bad demons, just like people. In the primary worlds, he’d already heard of demons obtaining citizenship - for those who’d behaved themselves and had highly valued skills.
“Does it matter?” Nanami demands, his expression stressed. “It's not even-”
“What are you thinking of doing with it?” Satoru presses.
There's a pause, a silence where Nanami surveys him warily. But Satoru knows that even as he does that, that there's no way Nanami would retract his offer; demon-hunting bounties were usually ten gold coins minimally, especially for someone of Satoru’s rank.
“There's a local remedy the village was talking about,” Nanami finally says, “some children have been sick for some time. Of course, we’re not going to actively harvesting parts like flesh and blood - we just need the hair of the demon, while it's still alive.”
Satoru hums in consideration. It would definitely be more troublesome to capture a demon than kill it, for sure. “These remedies don't work,” he says, “they're usually old folk tales - you'd be better off letting me see these children and calling some doctors from the primary worlds.”
“They definitely work,” Nanami says, his face glum. “Because this has happened before in our village, and we had a demon in residence who was kind enough to help us - many, many moons ago. But that man has long left us, and along with this new series of incidents, I was thinking of killing two birds with one stone.”
“Huh,” Satoru says. But the thought of having five gold coins is too tempting; once upon a time he’d scoffed at that amount, but now, getting this amount for such a low level case was pretty good.
“Alright, I'll try.”
The task is relatively simple - there's no set-up needed, no fancy entrapments or sigils needed in this case.
Satoru brings along his usual bag of necessities filled with his healing powders and assortment of tiny spell jars. For his weaponry, he uses three long and short knives, strapped to his hip and his boots; a long wrapped sword on his back, his usual preferred weapon of choice. There's a few items he packs just in case - some iron, some garlic, some silver; one can never be too sure.
After that, it's a question of how long he can wait around before he catches the attention of the entity.
The tavern he's situated at is a pretty good location - it's close the outskirts of town, a little seedy, but all in all it's clean with good food, and a large variety of clients that rove in and out of it, looking for a comfortable bed to stay in for the night. It's within walking distance to the entity’s preferred targeted area; Satoru’s done his research, and estimated the radius of the entity’s territory before selecting this particular inn.
He doesn't expect anything to happen in the first night - he roams around the town shops until the skies turn indigo, has a few drinks with some of the other customers, plays some games and chats with the bartenders.
According to one bartender, a good tempered man named Haibara, their tavern mostly sees many local mercenaries and travellers; most of them were either alphas or betas, because omegas often stay behind to look after the families.
Taverns full of travelling alphas are probably a great spot for drunk, unsuspecting victims, so Satoru fully understands why the demon’s chosen this place.
One night turns into two, which turns into three - and then Satoru’s getting a little agitated at the lack of any form of approach or attack.
It's not like he wants to stroke his own ego, but Satoru…Satoru knows he's a catch.
He's tall and handsome, and as an alpha he's never been left wanting for omegas that flock to him, magnetized by his scent, their own pheromones sweet and alluring. In all honesty, Satoru was expecting the entity to come for him by the second night already, given that he fits the requirements that the thing appears to be going after - male and alpha.
But nothing happens, and it's with growing frustration that leads Satoru to looking for other odd jobs in the meantime, while awaiting for the entity to show its face. He walks around and around the town, up the mountainside, where the hills and valleys are, just to look for people who need an extra hand for physical labour. Two bronze coins, here and there - Satoru hasn't lived a particularly soft life, but he's unaccustomed to doing unplanned jobs just to complete a job.
The thought of it leaves a slight bitter aftertaste in his mouth, the long gone glory of when he’d obtain a whole bag of gold coins after a strenuous mission, and no one ever needed to mind how much a small tavern like the one he's currently staying in charged per night.
It comes to a point where Satoru suddenly realises one evening that the night has already fallen, the sun long gone along with its warmth and radiance.
Like waking from a dream, Satoru blinks as he looks at his surroundings, feeling strangely groggy and disoriented, his mind murky and clouded.
He remembers what happened in the afternoon - he’d been too caught up thinking about getting another odd job to foot the bill of staying another night at the tavern, and the last thing he remembers is asking the bartenders if they needed any extra help.
But the tavern is nowhere in sight right now, and neither is any part of the town visible in his immediate scope of vision.
Satoru pauses.
He doesn't quite recall how he's gotten here, standing in the middle of the isolated countryside, the path long and endlessly winding in front of him, the shade of night blanketing everything in sight with no stars in the sky.
“Hello,” a voice comes from somewhere behind him, mild and sweet.
Satoru jerks around to see an alluring young omega dressed in a yukata, tied carefully around his waist, his belly swollen with child. His dark hair hangs loosely around his shoulders, like an inky curtain. “Are you lost?”
A starless night, an isolated place. A beautiful young man, standing before him. Satoru feels the corner of his mouth pulling up even as he restrains his grin.
Ah, so he’s finally come looking for new prey.
This should be the entity that Satoru’s been looking for, for the past week.
It's certainly smart enough to have finally caught him off-guard; Satoru will give props to it, for taking this long to finally make its move - and he still doesn't know exactly where he's at, so that's another point to the entity.
He turns fully to face the omega, noticing how soft and fair his features are, the moonlight tracing them softly. The young man has a hand on his belly, and he looks heavily pregnant; his scent strong even from this distance, the strangely half-familiar scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle filling the air.
He can't help but feel as though he's seen this omega somewhere before, as though the entity has taken on the appearance of a passing acquaintance or even the type of omegas that Satoru normally goes for.
Satoru can feel his alpha instincts kicking into overdrive when he takes it in the scent - making him feel overprotective over this unknown omega, wanting to be close to him. There's a nagging feeling at the back of his head, a feeling like he's forgotten something from long ago.
“Hi,” he says instead, smiling at the young man. “I think I am - do you know the way around here?”
The young man tucks his hair behind his ear, looking sweet and demure. “I'm Suguru,” he says shyly, taking a small hesitant step closer to Satoru, as though he's unconsciously gravitating towards him. “I stay at the inn close by - would you like me to bring you there? It's pretty late.”
Satoru watches the way Suguru’s long eyelashes fan out against his cheeks, dark against his milky skin. His collar is slightly loose, revealing his neck easily, a gentle elegant curve, easy for any alpha to sink their teeth in and mark him as their mate. There's no mating mark on it, as far as Satoru can see.
“Sure,” he agrees easily, noting how Suguru’s eyes shine a little brighter at his acceptance. “I’m Gojo Satoru - lead the way. What's a pretty omega like you doing all the way here, anyway?”
Up close, Satoru can smell the soft sweetness of Suguru, beckoning him to come closer, inviting. Suguru’s eyes widen slightly at Satoru’s compliment, and then he turns away, but his cheeks and neck have turned a bright red. Cute.
“I dropped something here when I was out for a walk,” Suguru replies, his voice soft. “I was looking for it, but I think it's too dark to see right now. I'll probably come back and search for it tomorrow morning.”
They walk along the dirt path, the night dark and silent around them, the only sound coming from their footsteps against the gravel, crunching dead leaves.
“How long have you been staying here?” Satoru asks, trying to make conversation. “You don't seem like a local here.”
Dark eyes look at him, soft and wet, like sweet melted sugar. Satoru doesn't understand why there's a strange churning in his stomach every time he looks at this omega.
“I haven't been here for long,” he says, “just a few days before I'll be on my way to visiting my sister. She lives in the next town, you see.”
Just then, Suguru steps on an errant rock, and his foot slips, causing him to lose balance. Satoru immediately shoots forward to grab his arm, steadying him. “You can hold onto me for support,” he offers. The scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle is all around him now, being in such close proximity with Suguru.
Satoru tries not to think about how soft Suguru’s skin feels around his fingers; tries not to think about how thin his wrist feels with his fingers wrapped around it, like hollow bird bones, fragile and easy to snap at the slightest pressure.
They walk together, their arms warm against each other as Satoru supports Suguru, until they see a small inn at a distance, the lit lamps visible even in the dark.
“We’re here,” Suguru says, as they step over the wooden entrance, finally reaching the destination.
Inside, the inn is a swathe of red and dark wood, with red silk decorating the cream walls, the carpeting matching and muting their footsteps as they went to the counter. Satoru can smell the faint lingering scent of incense; the entire inn reminds him more of a brothel than a proper inn. But the innkeeper lets him have a room for a bronze coin, so it's not too bad, seeing that the state of the place didn't appear to be too shabby.
His room is located in the same corridor as Suguru’s; they walk together in silence, as Satoru observes the lack of customers roaming around the floors.
The longer they walk however, the stranger Satoru feels. Satoru notices that the incense, coupled with the overpowering scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle, causes him to feel strangely lightheaded, as though there isn't enough air in the corridor.
He stumbles a little, and Suguru catches his arm, pressing it to the soft curves of his body as he steadies Satoru.
“Are you okay?” Suguru asks. His eyes reflect a little of the candlelight in his irises, warm and golden, like molten honey, the sweetest amber.
Satoru knows what he wants. He knows what kind of demon Suguru is, he knows exactly how to capture him effortlessly, even without needing to pretend to play along with his honeypot trap.
But he doesn't shrug off Suguru’s gentle hold, his soft hands. He doesn't lurch away from the heat of Suguru’s body, doesn't glare at him or spit curses at him for doing those things to Nanami’s villagers.
Instead, he leans forward, his nose almost brushing against Suguru’s ear, the scent of wild strawberries clouding his senses entirely. “No,” he murmurs, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “But I’ll definitely feel better with you around.”
The feeling that's spreading through him feels like a sort of drunkenness; a sort of daze that Satoru feels himself settling into, where he looks at the soft curve of Suguru’s exposed neck, pale and fragile - and wants.
He wants to bite the skin of this omega - of this demon, this entity, and mark it so thoroughly it can never run away from him. It should concern him, to be feeling this way to a thing that most probably has taken the lives of many innocents-
But the way Suguru leans into him, his spine curving as he folds into Satoru, a soft submissive act as he looks up at him through his eyelashes - it makes something flare within him, an undeniable call to just reach out and grasp Suguru in his two hands.
Somehow, their mouths meet in the middle; Suguru gasping as Satoru plunges his tongue into his mouth, wet and messy, like he wants to devour him there and then in the open corridor, for anyone to see. His hands scrabble at the back of Satoru’s clothes, his fingertips scratching at him uselessly as Satoru firmly continues his assault on Suguru’s soft, wet mouth.
He can feel the way saliva leaks from a corner of Suguru’s mouth as he pulls a little away, just to watch the way Suguru’s mouth is red and swollen, like an overripe fruit ready to be plucked and eaten. His cheeks are flushed raspberry-red as well, the tips of his ears and neck tinted with the same shade, his eyes dark and glassy, like the unbroken surface of a deep lake.
“Satoru,” Suguru says, and Suguru could be saying anything at this moment, could be requesting for anything, and Satoru would still be compelled to offer it to him. “Satoru, I need you.”
It feels as though Satoru is handed something precious, like he's been given a present; he takes a hold of Suguru and lifts him effortlessly, placing him gently on the bed as he sinks into the softness below him, his dark hair fanning out on the pillowcase like split ink.
Undoing the knot of Suguru’s belt is akin to unwrapping a present, his robe slipping open easily, revealing his soft milky skin below, his dark brown nipples erect as he palms them idly, squeezing the fat of his breasts. Satoru’s eyes track them, mesmerised, the omega’s tits looking a little swollen, like they're filled with milk, begging for him to suck on them.
“Alpha,” Suguru whispers softly, exposing the rest of his body, where Satoru can see how round his belly looks, and the light sprinkling of hair on his exposed cunt. His right hand traces the curves of Suguru’s body, almost like an unconscious action, his palm and fingers ghosting over Suguru’s hardened nipples, his heavy breasts, his round and full belly, and down to his soft, silky thighs.
“You're not wearing any underwear,” Satoru says, as he moves slowly towards him, eyes trained on the way Suguru is spreading his legs open, using his fingers to open up his wet, dripping hole.
The scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle is stronger than ever, mixed together with the unmistakable musk of arousal.
“And I can already smell you from here - so fucking wet and horny right now, were you hoping that I would fuck you the moment you invited me into your room?”
Satoru places one hand on Suguru’s swollen belly, rubbing circles around it slowly, soothingly. “You're already heavy with child,” he observes, as Suguru’s eyes watch him unblinkingly, wet and dark. “Yet, you still want to be filled even more?”
Under the candlelight, he sees the way Suguru shivers at his words, his exposed cunt twitching, like he cannot wait for Satoru to fill him with cock. “Satoru,” Suguru breathes, “come and mate with me - that's what you want too, don't you? I can smell you as well, I know that you want to breed me, to come inside my wet hole - I need your cock to fill my empty hole right now, keep me filled up good.”
His cock is already achingly hard, straining against the fabric of his own clothes, when Satoru pulls it out. He's been hard ever since he’d smelt the arousal on Suguru, a soft seductive scent that tempted him to come closer, closer, closer to Suguru, to touch him everywhere.
“I don't need any preparation,” Suguru says, his eyes trained on Satoru’s cock, a gleam in his dark eyes that almost look hungry. “Just fuck right in - fuck me hard right now, alpha.”
Satoru groans as he pushes against the entrance of Suguru’s cunt; and then he's suddenly entering him, his cock being enveloped in a tight, wet heat. “Fuck,” he mumbles as he pushes in, watching the way Suguru’s face contort with pleasure as his hole stretches to accommodate his girth. “You're so fucking tight and wet for me.”
He pushes in all the way until he bottoms out, his balls touching the hair of Suguru’s cunt. Satoru looks at the part where they are joined together, and feels the way Suguru twitches around him, like he's trying to subconsciously get Satoru to start moving.
Suguru is spread below him, his dark hair fanned out on the pillow, his robes open like a puddle beneath him. His face is flushed with desire as he watches Satoru, his mouth slightly open, his eyes glazed over.
Satoru looks at him and thinks that he might be the most beautiful omega he's ever seen - and for some reason, for the second time tonight, it feels like something is scratching at the back of his mind, a memory struggling to resurface like a drowning man. It feels almost like déjà vu somehow, a dark haired omega lying below him, the scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle everywhere, enveloping his senses.
“Have we…have we met before?” He asks, the words falling out from his mouth before he can think it through.
If he wasn't already watching Suguru’s face intently he would've missed the way his face contorts a little, before the expression of discomfort flits away easily and Suguru smiles.
“Of course not,” he warbles, his eyes curving. “I would definitely remember you if we’d met before.”
The urge to start moving is uncontrollable, so Satoru begins to thrust as slowly as possible - he knows that even for omegas, his cock is usually larger on average; Suguru looks tiny below him, even with his swollen belly, and he doesn't want to hurt him unnecessarily. But for all his precautions, Suguru doesn't appear to share the same sentiments.
“Move, faster, faster,” he moans loudly, his toes curling when Satoru drives in particularly deep, grinding his hips. “Deeper, Satoru - deeper, I'm-”
His breaths come out harshly as he pistons in and out, fucking Suguru hard, his cock drilling in that tight wet heat. “You're such a fucking slut,” Satoru murmurs, “you need to get fucked hard? Look at you, you're already so full and swollen with someone’s child, and you're still begging for another man to impregnate you even further? Was this your plan all along?” He palms Suguru’s breasts with both his hands, groping them greedily, his thumbs flicking over his hard nipples, over and over again.
He wonders if he squeezes them hard enough, would milk leak out from Suguru’s tits? Would Suguru’s chest be all wet from his own breast milk, while taking in Satoru’s cock in his wet cunt, his swollen belly wobbling in time with Satoru’s thrusts? Fuck, Satoru was getting even harder thinking about it, looking at the way Suguru’s breasts were moving, the fat and jiggling as his entire body shakes as Satoru fucks him.
Suguru just moans loudly, moving his head side to side; and for some reason, the more he tosses and turns beneath Satoru, the stronger the sensation of familiarity Satoru feels. It feels as though there's something invisible being peeled back, layer by layer, as Suguru gets lost in the pleasure, his face flushed and eyes teary.
There's a faint pulsating feeling that Satoru can feel around his cock, and he has no doubt that it has something to do with the entity that's currently masquerading as Suguru. By now, it's obvious to Satoru that this is a succubus, from the way the magic is thrumming beneath Suguru’s skin, threatening to slowly suck off Satoru’s life energy.
But Satoru’s not really bothered by that - he knows that succubuses are ineffective against him, due to his mixed heritage. What's bothering him more, is the fact that he's slowly realising that Suguru had probably used some kind of charm previously to prevent Satoru from recognising him - and that charm’s effect has finally worn off.
Satoru looks at the omega beneath him, writhing in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in time with Satoru’s thrusts. This was - this was-
He leans over, bracketing Suguru's head with his arms, their bodies brushing against each other, Suguru’s swollen belly soft against his own. “Suguru,” Satoru says, and he waits to make eye contact with Suguru first before continuing. “I've slept with you before - haven't I?”
Suguru's eyes are bleary, his eyelashes wet on the ends. “I don't, I don't know what you're talking about,” he tries to say, except the end sounds more like a whine. “We’ve never met - I, I don't know you!”
“No, I remember you,” Satoru says, getting more confident with each second. How could he - how was it possible that he’d forgotten, for even one second?
“I remember everything now - I remember, you were at that inn in the second primary world…you were wearing a red robe, your hair done up with a flower.”
Yaga had sent him to the primary worlds for diplomacy reasons, to find out more about the status of demon rights and citizenship; it was important for hunters to be aware of the changing social status of demons, and to establish rapport with the powerful ones that abided by the rules.
In the primary worlds, rule and order was upheld to the highest degree; feral and lawless demons or other supernatural entities that fed on humans were prohibited from entering these worlds - and even if they managed to slip through the cracks, the hunters dispatched were enough to eliminate them.
Satoru remembers the visit clearly - not because of the importance of diplomacy or anything of that sort, but because it was the first time he’d ever slept with a demon - the first time he’d ever slept with Suguru.
He’d caught sight of him long before the omega had even seen him at the bar; the scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle in the wind, his dark hair piled atop his head in an elaborate hairdo.
Satoru had taken one look at him and knew that this was a demon - a succubus, to be exact. He’d half expected Suguru to come sidling up him or any other alpha to seduce them, but to his surprise, Suguru had kept to himself, a beautiful silent flower. He’d stayed in his seat, like a statue, sipping slowly at his drink with his painted lips, as though he had all the time in the world.
Like a moth to a flame, Satoru couldn't resist going up to him, mesmerised by the way the candlelight looked warm against his fair skin, his eyelashes long and dark.
“Hello,” Satoru said, and Suguru looked up at him, a strand of hair falling into his eyes as he turned.
Satoru remembers the way he’d reached out to tuck the hair behind Suguru’s ear, smiling when Suguru withdrew slightly from the contact, his eyes wide and startled.
“Can I help you, sir?” Suguru’s voice was low and melodious, a soft sweet thrum. The scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle had grown stronger, like a beckoning cry, even though Suguru made no move to come closer to Satoru.
They'd fallen together in bed at the end of the night, with Suguru writhing below him, not unlike how he's currently lying beneath Satoru, his face slack with pleasure as Satoru continues to brush against his sensitive spots, moaning softly in choked out cries. The main difference, was of course, the swollen belly that Suguru was now sporting - it looked heavy and rounded, like he was due soon.
He watches the way Suguru turns his face this way and that, as though uncomfortable with the idea of Satoru discovering his real identity, and remembering him from their past dalliance. Satoru can see the way perspiration beads at Suguru’s hairline, the rest of his body is soft and pliant against him, like a rag doll.
“Why…Why are you here, Suguru?” The question bubbles out from Satoru, a pressing need to understand - why did Suguru come here, to the secondary worlds? The primary worlds were obviously a much better place for demons to live in, and Suguru did not seem like he was struggling there when Satoru had met him.
He brushes away some hair plastered across Suguru’s forehead, his gentle action juxtaposed by the way he continuously thrusts inside Suguru, his warm wet hole sucking him in, hard. Suguru twitches below him, his hands coming down to hold his belly, an unconscious decision.
Satoru’s eyes track his movement, watching the way Suguru supports it, almost clutching at himself. “I don't know what you're talking about,” Suguru gasps, avoiding eye contact with him, the corners of his eyes reddening as he fights to speak coherently. “I've never slept with you, I've never even known you before this-”
There's a sudden thought that snakes into his mind, slithering swiftly through the pillars of his memories, sifting through his recollection. Satoru pauses, and he stops his movement as well, causing Suguru to whine softly, his hips moving on their own, as though trying to get him to continue.
He places a broad palm on Suguru’s rounded belly, his hand warm against it.
“Is this child mine?”
Their faces are so close to one another that Satoru can see the way Suguru’s eyes widen minutely, the surprise of the question catching him off-guard, a split second too slow to disguise his reaction.
“No,” Suguru swallows, his throat bobbing up and down with exertion. “It's not.”
Then, he moves, and-
It's as though Satoru can see the way Suguru utilises his advantage as a succubus in real time; he lowers his lashes, his mouth opening slightly, his lips red and wet, as he runs his fingers up against the bare skin on Satoru's shoulders, his scent becoming even more tantalising.
“Satoru,” he purrs, as he squeezes his breasts together, his voice low and soft, like a cat scratching gently at Satoru’s heart, “you're thinking too much - don't you want to focus on fucking me well now? Your cock is so hard and big inside of me, I need you to move, need alpha to fuck me deep, come inside my wet cunt.”
If Satoru was a weaker man - if Satoru was not a half-breed, as the other hunters liked to call him - he would've definitely drowned in the dizzyingly sweet haze, drunk on Suguru’s pheromones, fatal to alphas. But Satoru is not just any alpha, he's not just any man; his blood runs a mixture of human and demon blood, and although Suguru’s scent makes him harder, it loses its fatal effect of ensaring its prey.
He smiles at Suguru’s sultry little expression - because he should've known what a vixen he was, a sly little slutty succubus, an omega only Satoru could possibly handle. The corners of Satoru’s mouth lift up, because even with his evasive techniques, unconsciously - Suguru had already given his answer to him.
“Of course,” he says easily, watching the way Suguru relaxes in his hold, as he starts to grind his hips again, rolling them smoothly, as though there’d been no interruption at all. “What my wife wants - my wife gets, after all. I'll let you come on my cock, that's what you want, isn't it? To be so well bred that you can't think of anything else except for the need to be filled with cock.”
“Your - Your wife?”
Satoru hums, lifting Suguru’s legs higher to thrust faster, watching his own cock drive in and out of Suguru’s cunt, the walls of his hole clinging to him. Suguru is twitching all around him, moaning as he arches his back off the bed. “Yes, my wife, you're my wife now, aren't you? I'll make sure you're well fed all the time, well bred all the time, just stuffed full of come and cock to your heart’s content.”
“I'm going to come, Satoru,” Suguru moans, his voice soft and slurred, his hands scratching Satoru’s back, his eyes rolling back. “I'm, I'm your wife-”
His breathing is coming out harshly, as he starts chasing the pleasure building in his groin, pistoning hard and fast into Suguru. “Yes, my wife,” he hisses, slamming deeply into the tight wet cunt that is squeezing tightly around him, as though trying to milk his come. “My wife, my beautiful wife, come for me.”
Satoru feels the moment Suguru comes, his cunt squeezing down even tighter on him as he groans, the orgasm washing over him, his entire body stilling in a long extended moment.
On the other hand, Satoru can feel his knot expanding at the base, growing while he's still sheathed within Suguru’s body. He can feel the way the knot catches on the entrance of Suguru’s cunt, as it’s made to take even more of Satoru, while Suguru moans weakly beneath him.
“Satoru, your knot, you-” Suguru can barely speak, his eyes glazed and half closed, still over-sensitive from his orgasm.
“Fuck, your tight cunt is going to milk my knot now,” Satoru says, and there's a beastly feeling emerging inside of him, that's telling him to knot Suguru over and over again, to pump him full of come, to make sure he's always pregnant and carrying Satoru’s children in his belly.
He thinks about the way Suguru had been pregnant all this time, and trying to seduce other alphas to feed himself, a cloy smile plastered on his face, his eyelashes lowered demurely. Anger blisters in his chest, mingled with arousal and desire, a deep need to punish Suguru but to make sure he's enjoying it at the same time.
Satoru’s grip tightens around Suguru’s hips as he begins the last punishing strokes of his cock with his swollen knot, pumping in deep. “After today,” he says lowly, “after today I'll make sure you never go after any other man. You'll stay here with me, and keep your legs spread open, so that I'll feed you all the come and energy you need. I'll fill you so much that you'll be doubly pregnant now - fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming.”
The orgasm comes as a wave, washing hard over him as white-hot pleasure spikes within his body, filling Suguru’s cunt with come as Satoru pumps into him nonstop, grinding to a gradual stop when the last of his knot finally swells down, well spent.
Warmth sweeps over his skin, like something is warming him from the inside, a faint pulsating thrum. Satoru can feel the way Suguru’s body automatically tries to leech life energy from the part where they are joined together, flowing from Satoru into Suguru.
He smiles at Suguru as he pulls out, causing rivulets of cum to trail out from his cunt, dripping onto the bedsheets below. “It's useless,” he says, as Suguru opens his eyes to peer at him, his lucidity slowly coming back. “You can't drain me dry, it doesn't work that way.”
Suguru’s face is still flushed, his eyes wet. “What do you mean?” He croaks out, confused.
“I have demon blood in me, too,” Satoru says, collapsing on the bed, next to Suguru. He doesn't even bother cleaning them up first, because Suguru’s face is slowly growing increasingly alarmed, like the post-coital clarity is hitting him exceptionally hard, along with Satoru’s blunt words. “Succubuses like yourself have no effect on me. Of course, you still can feed off my cum, but I won't become a hollowed husk like your other victims in the village.”
There's a tiny pause as Satoru simply gazes at Suguru, who is holding onto his belly again, struggling to sit up, his face slowly draining of color.
Satoru gestures to his face with a hand, “Why did you use that charm? I didn't recognise you at first.”
Suguru’s hands clutch at his belly, his knuckles turning white. “What charm? I don't know what you're talking about. Like I said, tonight is the first time I've ever seen you.”
His dark hair, like a long inky waterfall, is now slightly mussed up from rolling around the bed with Satoru, just moments before. Satoru’s gaze moves from Suguru’s face, to his hair, his skin, his neck - and ah, there it is. “The charm you cast on yourself,” Satoru says, “isn't effective anymore. Look, even your mating mark is showing now.”
He leans forward, slowly, like Suguru is a skittish animal that may run away at any time. His breath ghosts against Suguru’s skin, as he opens his mouth, and touches the mating mark with his own teeth - it's a perfect match, his sharp incisors imprinted into Suguru’s soft delicate skin, the deepest scar.
A shiver runs through Suguru as Satoru's teeth come into contact with his skin, and he leans a little more to the left unconsciously, baring more of his neck, an instinctive reaction.
“I remember everything now, you know,” Satoru murmurs, his lips brushing against the mating mark. “I remember you, I remember our night together, how you looked under me - beautiful, open, in the candlelight.”
There's a slight movement under Satoru’s touch; when he lifts his gaze, he realises that Suguru is trembling, ever so slightly. He is still refusing to look at Satoru, choosing to turn away, even though the rest of his body makes no movement to escape.
His hand moves to cover Suguru’s own, atop his heavy, rounded belly. “Is this mine? I think it is - you've been avoiding this question, since the first time I asked you. Did you do something to my memories? Nothing resurfaced until I met you tonight.”
Silence stretches out between them, long and fraught with tension now, the afterglow of sex dissipating with Satoru’s pressing need for answers, for the truth, from Suguru.
Then, Suguru’s head bows, his neck curving gently like a swan, his eyes closing like he cannot bear to make eye contact with Satoru. “Yes,” he says, his voice rough. “I, I was not expecting to meet you that night, let alone sleep together.
“Moving to the primary worlds is the goal of many demons, because many are hoping for better rights and citizenship. Of course, that would mean controlling some baser instincts, but nowadays there are all types of medicine and substitutes for demons to use. Many demons come from the northern planets - it is barren and cruel there, and no laws apply; it is worse, much worse than even the tertiary worlds you have here.
“I was there, along with some other demons who had applied for citizenship. Being a succubus, it is not too difficult to control my baser instincts - I just needed a monthly supplement along with a regular, safe partner.”
Suguru swallows, and then he opens his eyes to look at Satoru. “After we had slept together, I saw your badge,” he says, his face conflicted. Satoru knows what he's referring to; the metal insignia of being a hunter, a heavy iron badge that's helped him cross world borders with no issues, a badge he's made to carry with him, always.
“I know what hunters are, and what they do,” Suguru continues, “my friends have told me many stories about them. It was a difficult decision to even come to the primary worlds - we had to decide whether the barren lands of the north was worse than being under possible threat of the hunters at every waking possibility.
“Eventually, my friends who were brave enough to go came back with updates - they said it was a paradise there, and their medicine was effective enough to prevent them from lusting after human flesh. I was doubtful, though. I travelled for sometime, through the tertiary and secondary worlds, before finally reaching the primary worlds - in the one we had met, colony five-seven-two.
“I was there on my best behavior, of course. But the City Council told me there was a heavy influx of demons applying for citizenship at that point in time, so I had to stay at an inn for a few nights, close to the location, before they could get back to me.”
His voice is soft, almost dreamlike, as though he's floating away in the sea of his memories, so long ago. “You came to me, one night - and of course, how could I resist? I remember every detail of that night, I remember that way you held my hand, your fingers intertwining in mine, like we could melt our bodies together and become one. I was too easily swept away; before I knew it, you sunk your teeth into my neck, deep, and we were bonded.
“I was in shock, of course - because which alpha human would bond with a demon? But after you'd fallen asleep, I paced around and looked through your things - and that was when I discovered you were a hunter.” Suguru shuffles around in his seated position, discomfort on his face now. “I was afraid - I ran off after casting a memory charm on you. I only found out I was pregnant a few months later, when the hunger had overwhelmed me, causing me to flee to the secondary worlds.”
Satoru is enveloping Suguru’s small frame in his arms before he's fully aware of it; the soft scent of wild strawberries and honeysuckle fills his nose, and it feels like all his memories have finally settled back into place, like a shelf filled with precious trinkets, priceless.
“You must have been scared, all alone,” Satoru says, his nose buried into Suguru’s hair, as he breathes him in slowly. “I wish I was there for you.”
Suguru stiffens, a complicated emotion passing over his face. “Satoru…are you going to kill me now? You knew…those villagers…I'm - I'm sorry, I was too hungry. The medicine I took - nothing was strong enough to curb it.”
He thinks about how alone Suguru must have been, for many months, how desperate and hungry and cold he must have felt. “It's my fault too,” he says, holding out a hand to stop Suguru from trying to interrupt him. “No, no - I need to say this; I'm your alpha, and I want to take responsibility. Your hunger was not satiated with the medicine because the pregnancy was probably worsening it, and you were afraid of being prosecuted in the primary worlds. I'm sorry for not being there for you, my love.”
“I committed a crime,” Suguru whispers, the guilt heavy in his voice. “If you hadn't come along, I would've probably continued. You should kill me, Satoru.”
Despair mingled with guilt, fear, anxiety seeps into Suguru’s sweet scent, tainting it. Satoru holds him even tighter, as though his physical touch can bring more reassurance to his omega. “No, of course I wouldn't - you're my mate, and you're carrying my child. I'll take responsibility; I'll quit as a demon hunter, and we can take care of our pups together. When I saw you that night, I knew that my heart would not be moved by another.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the heavy metal badge, the mark of a hunter. “I'll take responsibility; it’s my fault for doing this to you…but I won't turn you in, I won't let them take you away from me. Just take it as me being greedy and selfish - I will never want to lose you again.”
Suguru looks at him, hope and fear warring in his liquid amber eyes, his hands clutching around Satoru’s forearms. “You…You mean it? You could have anyone else, Satoru…I don't know-”
“I've already made my decision,” Satoru says, firm yet gentle, a sweet tenderness blooming in his heart. “I'll be with you forever.”
When the tears roll down Suguru’s eyes, the entirety of the room, the inn that Satoru had entered, finally dissipates in a huff of smoke, leaving them sitting on the grass, the forest their only surroundings.
“I'm surprised you were able to keep it up for so long,” Satoru comments, picking up Suguru’s discarded yukata to help him wear it back on. He's not exactly surprised that the entire inn was constructed purely from Suguru’s magic; he's heard of kitsune spirits doing something similar as well.
Suguru colors, his face a little red. “It's because you…your cum is especially potent,” he says, embarrassed. “It's so full of life energy, and you've given me so much - it's too much, honestly.”
“I'm glad to hear that,” Satoru says, grinning. “I'll keep my wife full and sated always from now on.”
Nanami Kento is predictably not too pleased when Satoru tells him that he was unable to find the entity that had caused the deaths of his fellow villagers.
“But on the bright side - my friend and my spouse from the primary worlds, Shoko Ieiri and Gojo Suguru, are able to help the children in your village,” Satoru waves a hand towards Suguru, who is smiling at the side, his hair done up in a braid today. Shoko Ieiri, the lady standing beside him, is one of Satoru's oldest friends based in colony 502, a well certified doctor.
They watch as Suguru talks to Shoko, and then they’re setting off, busy setting up their station with their supplies. The effect of Shoko’s medicine works immediately, helping the mysterious illness to slowly die down in the children’s lungs, allowing them to breathe properly.
“Hey,” Nanami Kento calls out to Satoru, tossing him five gold coins that Satoru catches with ease. “This is the payment.”
“I didn't complete the mission,” Satoru says, raising his eyebrow.
“It's fine,” Nanami says, his gaze fixed on Suguru’s silhouette quietly. “You've helped the main group of villagers that needed urgent help anyway. Your wife…and you, could come visit here sometimes. It's a nice village to sightsee.”
Satoru feels the beginnings of a scowl threatening to take over his face. “Sure,” he says easily, but his gaze is cold as he moves his body in a way that obstructs Nanami’s view of Suguru. “We’ll think about it.”
When Satoru gets back to Suguru, he takes extra care to wrap his arm around his small waist, resisting the urge to pull a face at any other alphas or betas in proximity. No looking, no touching.
“Satoru, what's gotten into you?” Suguru smiles, a cute puzzled look on his face. “Go help me carry those bags, they're a little heavy, I don't want Shoko to be carrying so many things.”
“Have you noticed the other men looking at you in this village?” Satoru interrupts, feeling put off, even as he grabs the items as requested. “Especially that goddamn Nanami - look at him, he's still watching you.”
Suguru presses his lips together, as though he can't decide if he should laugh or sigh. “Satoru, you-”
“Tell me, Suguru, why did you approach me again? I thought you wanted to run away from me - from us, forever. If you did that, maybe you could've had more men to play around with. You would like that, eh?” Satoru doesn't even care whether he sounds like a spoiled child, his entire heart dipped in a vat of unrelenting jealousy that's threatening to consume his entire being.
Suguru looks at him, slightly taken aback by the abrupt change in topic. “Satoru, I wouldn't have liked that,” he says, a small frown on his face. “I only want you.”
He wraps himself around Satoru's arm, a soft purr emitting from him, low enough that only Satoru can hear him. “Is husband jealous? I would've only married you, only you feel the best for me…I saw you from afar and recognised you, and the need to have you again was too strong, stronger than my need to stay away to keep myself safe.”
Satoru can feel Suguru’s breasts pressed against his arm, and it's as though all his petty anger and jealousy evaporates immediately. “I love you,” he says, a little sheepish from his childish display after listening to Suguru’s words. “I love you so much I can barely stand it. Sometimes I'm a little jealous about all the men that got to touch you, while I was unaware that I had even lost you in the first place.”
“They lost their lives as well, you know that.”
Satoru shrugs. “Does it matter? If any of them are still alive, I'll personally find them and finish the job.”
Suguru leans into him, smiling. “I love you. Let's go home now? I'm a little tired from all the travelling.”
As they begin to leave, Suguru looks around the village, the dirt path and the trees, the smattering of houses across the fields, the cloudless blue sky. He remembers this place vaguely - after all, he’d been the one to help out during an outbreak of the same illness that the village children had been facing.
It's good that Satoru managed to get help from the primary worlds to help these people; Suguru liked to help others whenever he could, but the growing trend of demon-harvesting was something worrying.
They queue at the station where the flying shuttles are waiting, the passengers flashing their identity cards at the attendant before boarding. Suguru digs into his pocket for a moment, before he produces a red card, Gojo Suguru, Citizen of Primary World 01: Colony 572, printed in bold lettering.
It's a full house today; the space shuttle barely having enough seats for the two of them as they shuffle slowly to the empty seats at the back. Shoko had waved them off earlier, saying she was going to take another route back into her home.
As Suguru settles into his seat, he feels an arm snake around his waist, a hand warm against his swollen belly. “Are you getting hungry? We’ll go home and then I'll feed you well, okay?” Satoru whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
“Okay,” Suguru whispers back.
The shuttle begins to take off; it flies off, leaving the secondary worlds behind, moving into the shortest route back to the primary worlds.
Outside, the window shows how the distant countryside fields have become a green diluted blur, gradually morphing into growing city like structures, endlessly tall skyscrapers made of glass or metallic structures that would have looked completely out of place in a secondary world colony.
Next to him, Satoru is a constant source of warmth, his fingers intertwined with Suguru’s. They're going home. Suguru closes his eyes to take a nap, his hand on his round belly.
They're going home.