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It's been like this for the past few months now and she hasn't told him yet.
Once a month he's like this.
Needy.
Starved.
Absolutely feral.
Momo suspected it had something to do with the full moon and how long he's been cursed now but she's been too distracted each time to gather any data.
It's okay, she told herself, as she lets herself be pinned to the floor of her room. They were alone in the house and he's still missing his balls, so it's not like anything dangerous would… come her way. And he leaves her be once he gets what he wants.
What he needs.
And ohhhh she's gonna let him take what he needs alright.
Momo just so happened to trip and fall onto her back this time. She'd wondered for the past month what it would feel like from this position, instead of from behind like it usually happened.
Blood red eyes seared into her own. She made a show of trying to reach for something to help her escape and he grabbed her wrist with one hand and her throat with his other. Her heartbeat picked up and instinctively grabbed his arm with her free hand but when she realized she could still breathe she remembered he'd never actually hurt her.
Not his Momo.
Normally he was cold to the touch but whenever he was like this he was warm, almost hot, and that heat stoked her own. A low, almost reptilian growl left his maw as it creaked open. A long, dripping wet yokai tongue slipped through his teeth and down the collar of her sweater, into one of the cups of her bra, completely encircling her breast.
That was new. She had no idea he could do that.
It was disgusting.
It was amazing!
More of his tongue pooled into her sweater, tasting every last inch of her torso. It's temperature far hotter than something a human could sustain. She could feel his eyes boring into her skull, her own closed. Her grip on his wrist tightened in an attempt to ground her as she let her herself be ravished by this monster.
Her monster.
A moan finally left her throat as his tongue dipped lower and she wondered if he could feel it in the palm of his hand. Feel it wrapped around his fingers, just like she was.
She buck her hips and he sat his full weight down onto her thighs to stop another escape attempt. Now there was nothing to stop his tongue from reaching even further.
Entering her.
Forcing it's way inside through her closed thighs.
If she really wanted to escape she could just use her powers. Hell, she could probably just reach into his soul and fully shut off whatever this was.
But where's the fun in that? Not when she was swimming in hot saliva and ecstasy.
Maybe that fact alone would be enough for her to convince him she'd consented to all this. If he ever found out it was happening. She wondered if he was aware enough to realize she hadn't been wearing any underwear.
The torrid appendage squirmed around deep inside her, licking at her cervix. Snarling for more. She was already so close. So, so close. Every sweltering movement brought her closer and closer to—
A scream ripped from her lungs as she came and he roared alongside her, animalistic and wild. His teeth sharpened to points, his mask and glasses seemed to fuse with his face, and his nails lengthened into claws. As if made to by the sound itself. Momo almost rolled into a second orgasm at the sight of it. All color seemed to shift to red and with it an oppressive heat filled the air. She felt like she was in a furnace. It was horrifying.
It was intoxicating.
She needed this creature to take her. She needed it so badly.
"Okarunn… please," she whined, begging her plea wouldn't be interpreted as a cry to stop.
The overheated tongue retract as Okarun lifted off of her. When she felt his hand lift from her throat and pull from her grasp, she tried to bury her hand in his hair but his tongue darted around her wrist and pinned it to the ground as well. She couldn't see his pupils anymore but knew his eyes had never left hers. Even now. He backed off of her just enough to lift up one of her legs with his now free hand and fffuuuuck she could feeeeeeel it. Inch by inch it slid into her. He wasn't going to stop. Anything that wasn't going to fit he was going to make fit. She was so wet, from saliva and her own cum, that it wasn't anything she needed to worry about.
The second his thick, scalding cock bottomed he rutted against her like she was an object to be used for his own pleasure and she loved it.
God did she love it.
This had been their routine for the past several months now. Momo letting her yokai boyfriend re-stake his claim to her. They'd been intimate a few times when he was human but maybe now that he finally believed she'd actually chosen him the yokai side of him wanted to make it know that he'd chosen her, too.
The why never mattered to Momo. She loved both sides of this creature. Especially now that it decided it wanted to ram into her, grunting and growling, like she was a fleshlight built just for him. It felt like she was being fucked by a wild animal. His dick came to a kind of point in his yokai form. She could feel it kissing against the entrance of her cervix with each and every thrust and knew from past months that when he came it all went straight into her womb.
She'd have to tell him about all this after they finally find one of his jewels, but for now, the feeling of him trying to breed her each and every month, even if he could only produce semen and not sperm, never failed to send her into an orgasm and tonight was no different. His cock swelled inside of her and with another roar he flooded her womb for another month in a row; she came with him in a silent scream of her own.
He was stuck; knotted to her, but continued to near mindlessly thrust inside of her. It was always like this. He was never satisfied with just one.
And neither was she.