Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Sweeter Than Honey

Reader is a demon. Jiraiya is the hunter. Alas he's not totally himself in this one. You do have an interesting proposition for a dying man. It's more like feudal Japan, no jutsu old timey au.

Warning: blood, some injury. Unspecified illness. Consumption of humans... reader is a demon what you expect?

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Human men are so weak. Most desire the same thing. Sex and fame. How lucky for them you can offer both.

You've been doing this for years. Luring men into your home and feeding off of them. You had found the special formula for the most efficient way to catch your prey. You are a demon after all. You feed off of human flesh. So you declare a challenge that has become legend in this land.

If any man can satisfy you, they can take your head. They fell for it like flies to honey. Young men were especially susceptible to your trap. They were a mix of horny and hungry for the title as a demon slayer. They are foolish. Their youthful blood and meat have preserved your beauty for years. If they came in looking for a fight, you can cut them down swiftly. Either way they lose. There is no man in this world that can satisfy you. No man can beat you.

You lay in your bed, sighing deeply. Your hand lightly strokes along your belly with a boredom. In a way it's a shame that no man can make you cum. It's been so long since you've had that relief. You are a fearsome demon but you are still a woman with needs. It's why you issued the challenge to begin with. That element of danger excited you. Alas it seems no man has the skill to rock your world.

A growl of hunger rolls through your tummy. It's been a while since prey wandered into your lair looking to get laid. You sigh again as you roll over. Your kimono is hardly on you. It's fallen off your shoulders and is only being held on by your arms through the sleeves. Any man will do. Their sweet delicious flesh is all you want. To sink your teeth into something juicy and imagining the taste floods your mouth with saliva.

A knock on the door roused you from your thoughts. The smell of human fills your nose. Perhaps some greater demonic being had heard your frustrations. You get to your feet and walk to the door. The mansion you had nicely relieved the last tenants of is quite large despite the age. It's a lonely piece of property that's a distance away from any human settlement. The town it was once apart of is mostly abandoned. They were afraid when you moved in. It limited your feed pool, but a new fool is born everyday. Case and point, there's one at your door.

You slide it open. You are met with an older man. Handsome. Tall. In a simple green kosode and hakama that is layered under a red haori that lacked sleeves. It spoke quite plainly that he comes from humble beginnings. It's his face that has a few unique features. Like red markings down his cheeks and long white hair that is hardly contained by the ponytail at the nape of his neck. He looks strong. He's like most men who try to challenge you. Fit and healthy but he's got an additional feature that is most alluring.

He stinks. It's the unmistakable smell of demon blood. Even with his simple clothing being clean of any of it, it still smells. Accompanied with his katana tied to his hip it painted a clear picture. He's a hunter of your kind. Oddly enough he doesn't seem to be apart of any creed. Is he all on his own? Unusual for hunters. They almost always apart of an organization. He's looking down at you with a still calmness, his hand braced at the opening of the scabbard with his thumb pressing on the guard of his sword. He's prepared to strike. He's being careful. His eyes are watching you with acute caution but they aren't exactly hostile. Interesting.

"Hello, hunter." You greet sweetly. You brace your hand on the frame and place your other hand on your hip, posing in a way that showed off your figure. "Have you come to challenge me?"