Douma's obsession - Demon Slayer fanfiction

Douma

Mid air she spins her body one last time to collect more energy in her Katana and finally lines her sword up with his neck. Finally, she can see her victory. At that moment, the demon's head turns in her direction.

Suddenly the world around Miri slows and it seems like she is experiencing everything in slomotion. The demons eyes snap up to her and capture her gaze. She stares into his rainbow coloured eyes. Just for a little moment she lets herself get lost in them. Her Katana makes contact with his neck. She firmly holds the Katana as the pressure builds up. 

Something is wrong. The Katana doesn't cut through - not even with all of her power. No demon is this powerful except for .... That couldn't be. Was he one of the 12 upper demons ?

The clashing sound of her Katana breaking snaps Miri out of her trance. She is still mid air and the rest of her impulse flings her away and crashes her into the next standing ice block. All the air is knocked out of her lungs.

She tries to straigthen up on weak arms. From the corner of her eyesight she sees the demon approaching. Fear makes her heart beat erratic and her blood goes cold. This was one of the upper demons that killed several Hashiras before her ... and she was going to be next.

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The demon flicks his wrist and an icey blow sends the girl flying a few meters further. Seeing her fragile body being thrown through the air that easily makes him curious how she was able to get that close to him. Not that he actually saw her as a thread... it just intrigued him. 

Before she could even try to get up again, he was by her side and kneeled down. His one hand firmly grabs her hair as he forces her to face him. She squeals and tries to stop him by placing her little hand on his forearm. Sweet, he thought.

„What do we have here" he purrs and lets his gaze roam over her body. He definitely enjoys being in full control of the situation and takes his time. Her eyes are wide open from horror and her plump lips are trembling just like the rest of her limbs. Her uniform has a few tears and her skirt has ridden up slightly. Just by looking at her he can not help but wonder what it would be like to lift that skirt just a little higher as he starts to get hard.  

„I've always wanted to see one of those Hashiras up close and still alive". His eyes snap back to hers with a diabolical glint. Of course she had to be a Hashira, no way she could have used that one technique on him if she was just a normal demon slayer.

She stares into his eyes. „Y-You're the Upper Moon... „ - „The Upper Moon Two, correct Darling" he grins. „But you will call me Douma" .
He tightens his grip on her hair making her flinch. To devote himself further to his new object of his interest, Douma turns away for a moment and creates several ice golems with one of his techniques that keep the other demon slayers occupied. They are still fighting for their lifes.

That's when Miri sees her chance and lunges at his throat with her broken Katana in her left hand that she had kept hidden. Just mere centimeters away from it's destination her hand is stopped by Doumas iron like grip. She still tries to push her hand further but it was just a futile attempt. Without any efford, he flicks the sword away. 

So that was it, Miri realizes and tears begin to roll down her cheeks. „Ts ts ts how sneaky you demon slayers are" he demon hushes at her with even more interest than before. He lets go of her hair to pin both of her arms on her sides while he gets on top of her. „Are you gonna kill me now?". Miri whispers and squeezes her eyes shut.

„Oh no little Hashira, I think I'll keep you for now...". He pushes one knee right between her tights and leans down right next to her ear. „But nevertheless I just have to have a little taste right now" he whispers. She feels his cold breath on her neck and tries to squeeze her legs together which only leads to him pushing his knee higher. She can feel him pause for a second to grin against her neck. „No wriggling little one". His proximity sends adrenaline rushing through her whole body and her breath quickens. Slowly, he licks over her skin wich gives her goosbumps and she tries to get out from underneath him again. 

Then his teeth break her skin and Miri gasps for air feeling a sting. She tries to breath through the pain. After some seconds her body suddenly begins to feel very... warm... almost euphoric. Somehow she craves for friction on her middle and her belly heats up. Subconsciously she pushes her pelvis up against his leg and lets out a soft moan not being able to comprehend what is happening to her. 

Douma groans into her neck while letting the rest of his weight sink down on her so she can feel his hard on pressing into her belly. Getting even more aroused by that action, her body on it's own starts to softly grind against his knee.

Doumas fingers now hold even tighter to her wrists so that it was almost hurtful before his mouth slowly leaves her neck. Miri's head starts spinning a little due to the blood loss and that strange feeling from before slowly subsides. 

Douma looks down at her with hungry eyes while he licks some blood off his lips. „Not so bad little one was it?" he smirks and watches a last drop of blood dripping down her neck before the wound is gone . „Let's get you out of here". As the adrenaline leaves her body and Miri's vision starts to black out, he gets up and takes her into his arms.

Douma doesn't bother fighting the other demon slayers anymore and simply leaves the battlefield, careful not to wake up the sleeping girl in his arms.

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