Mild sexual content ahead
Douma recalls only drawing blood from Kotoha once.
It was primal and yet he cherishes her essence on his tongue and memory.
Kotoha was straddling his lap, holding onto his shoulders, her cries cute and sweet.
It was their wedding night and he had been eager to consummate their marriage.
However, their wedding reminds her of her first and her pathetic rat of a husband. What she lacked when she was still an untouched maiden. No, Douma would make sure she knew she was loved and she was more his equal or more in this relationship.
She was still lacking in the intimacy department but Douma wasn't going to allow her to lay down. He wasn't that man.
His pace was slow, hands keeping her steady and giving her praise for how wonderful she was.
He pressed his cheek to hers as he grinned at a cute squeak she released when he pressed into a sensitive spot within her.
"My dear bride, you know you make me feel so good.' He kisses her cheek before leaning into her ear. ' Allow me to return the favor tenfold."
He licks the shell of her ear before snapping his hips up, moving to where he is sitting on his knees.
Her nails had bitten into his back when he increased his pace. His head moved to the crook of her neck, starting to take long calculated strokes of his tongue on the area where her neck and shoulder meet, seeking to numb it.
"Douma!" Kotoha changed her grip to his hair and soon she was squeezing him, telling him she was close. His jaw locked on the area he had been tenderizing as he heard Kotoha reach her high. He follows her to paradise.
Kotoha was leaning back, wanting to lie down and he allowed it. They are falling onto the soft futon in the next moment. His forearms kept him from crushing her and he unhinged his chops from her flesh, licking the blood that escapes.
She was delicious.
He will savor her taste in his memories forever.
He kisses the wound before making his way up and catching her lips. She takes hold of his head and her tongue is licking his lips. His tongue meets hers and he can still hear her moans from that night. So sweet and all his.
—
Bone crunches between his teeth and he picks at a tendon that decides to get stuck in his fangs.
Douma flick the piece off his talon and frowns.
If he was human, he surely would have bags under his eyes at how many months passed and useless everything was. Nothing taste of anything anymore and he was hoping for any semblance of taste.
He thought about trying the bone marrow but it just became a strange texture between bone and meat.
His tongue flicks out to clean his lips of leftover blood.
His eyes are blank but his heart is tight.
Douma misses her taste.
He stretches his senses out and ....
Tears spill as he reminisces. He drives his claws into his head, trying to distract himself but he knew it was useless.
He starts to laugh, tears falling more freely as his smile becomes wider.
Damn it all to hell does he miss everything about his wife.
—
Akaza watches as Upper Moon Two breaks down in the open of his area. Douma surely knew he was there but with him, the demon didn't care if he saw his mourning.
It was something he has done often, usually surrounded by bodies of multiple females and it was clear he was trying to compensate for something he is lacking.
He crosses his arms and leans up against the wall he was currently hiding behind.
--
Douma had entered the fortress with that woman, his wife, in his arms and clearly dead.
Gyokko tried to ask for a taste but his pot was destroyed by an ice spike.
"Douma." Upper Moon Two didn't look up when Muzan called him, his head was to his chest.
"You brought your pet here." The temperature dropped but nothing else indicated anything on how Douma was feeling.
"I will not allow a human in here."
He laughed and Muzan narrowed his eyes as the demon raised his head, the usual rainbow-colored dull compared to before.
"She isn't human anymore."
Sure enough, on cue, Akaza had watched the woman's hair change only slightly and the blood that ran through her was different.
Muzan doesn't speak anymore, knowing from here on out, the woman was a demon of his blood. The devil himself leaves after that.
Douma had collapsed to his knees, shaking with what Akaza could assume was some kind of excitement. Some color comes back in his eyes and his smile was trembling.
"Kotoha?"
A hand was on her stomach and Akaza watches his smile disappear. He watches as he starts to shake her lightly getting a bit harsher as the minutes go by.
"Kotoha!"
Akaza is struck with some sense of deja vu that he leaves the scene. Hearing Douma's pleas get more frequent and desperate as he gets farther away.
—
Later Akaza would learned Inosuke was gone.
Even if he didn't see the little shit after he was three, he...
Akaza had asked only one favor from Douma one day and that was to give his own wishes to the Tamaya shrine he had set up. To give his sympathy to the annoying but innocent kid who didn't deserve what came to him.
Douma had thanked him and Akaza had nodded.
Somehow he understood the grief that Douma was going through.
If anything, Akaza mourns the missed opportunity to have a rival that had the potential to have the strength of a demon.
—
Inosuke didn't know what a breathing style was but he developed one all his own. He dashed in between the trees, cackling all the way, slashing and dicing underbrush that got in his way.
He jumped off a rock, leaping down a gorge to the demon he had been chasing for the last hour.
Inosuke cleaved his way through the demon's neck and laughed to the night sky, chest puffed out.
Now this was living!! HE WILL SHOW THE WORLD HE WAS THE GREAT INOSUKE!!
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