Akaza

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„Let's start then, shall we?" Douma murmurs more to himself.

Miri is more than nervous and confused about what would happen next. The doors open a little further and in comes -what?- an ordinary human couple. They are holding hands and are dressed in normal work clothes. With careful steps they advance to the bottom of the stairs, kneel down and take a short bow. „Rise up my guests and make your request" the demon speaks up.

The man and the woman get up again and look up to the pavillon but without even giving Miri as much as a glace like their full attention is towards the demon. She welcomed it though, because it was more than embarassing to lay in his lab with his hands still massaging her but. „Oh Lord Douma thank you for your time and hospitality. We feel very honoured to be able to talk to you." the woman begins talking before laying one hand onto the shoulder of her husband. „We came here to seek your blessing for our coming child." They smile at each other. „Well then my blessing you shall have, may your child enter this world strong and talented." Douma humms. „Thank you, my Lord" they both say and bow again before exiting the room.

Next, there are several field workers from what Miri could tell. Every single one of them bows to the demon again, before they present him offerings from fruits and vegetables. So the people even brought him food ? How strange, Miri thought. „Mhpf" she squirms as another hit comes down on her but. She didn't even do something! And the other people were still inside the room. 

Miri bit on her tongue in frustration not sure if she wanted to make a scene now. Once again the pain was soothed by Douma's hand that travelled all over her but. Each time her Skin became a little more sensitive so that by now she could feel the sensations sending a shiver down her spine right into her middle, wich clenched uncontrolled as she could feel herself becoming a little wet. Shit! Her body had to stop behaving so weird. Hopefully he didn't notice.

Douma listened to two men right now and their plans on building new houses in certain areas of the village. The problem was that some of the neighbours complained about their view. Listening with only half of his attention he gave the demon slayer girl another slap and pressed her down a little harder as her body jerked again. „Well the areas behind the barn are surely free to build something new..." he threw in an idea.

He was bored from dealing with all the problems or praises of his followers. Instead, he watched his fingers slowly trace a little further down her ass with each circling motion. She pressed her legs together but that couldn't stop his fingers as he slides two of them over her wet folds. He grins to himself and rubs back and forth one more time with a little more pressure wich makes her let out a soft moan, before removing his hand again. The two men look clueless towards him, before they decide it might be best to come back another time.

Douma turns her head to face him „what's your name, little one?" he asks out of pure curiosity. „M-Miri" the girl stumbles and he noticed that her cheeks were flushed. „So Miri, we do have to catch up a little on that whole ‚ you were trying to kill me' thing , don't you think?" he muses his voice like honey while his eyes held that mischievous glint. „Hah so suddenly you care about someone trying to kill you after you were planning on slaughtering a whole village?" she scoffs. „You have no right to-"

The door bursts open with a loud smack. Miri's head snaps towards the cause of the noise while Douma didn't seem alarmed about that at all. In the doorframe stands another man - no, demon - with tattoos all over his skin. His hair is red and he has a muskular build that is highlighted by his cargo pants and vest. His hands are still balled into fists as he steps into the room with an unreadable expression. So there were two demons now? Holy shit, she had to put distance between her and those demons as soon as possible.

„Can't keep you waiting, can I Akaza?" Douma laughs. „I'll just be a second little one, don't miss me" he winks at Miri before picking her up with ease and dropping her onto the pillows. With a sweeping gesture he starts strolling down the stairs to welcome this other demon. If she wanted to escape now, Miri had to act quick.

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„What the hell Douma don't act all happy and innocent, I had to deal with the whole bunch of demon slayers that you left behind, not cool man" Akaza complained. „Nice to see you too my friend" Douma smiles and decides to just ignore his accusations. „What are you doing anyway... still having that cult? And what about that human girl that is trying to get away?" Akaza glances over Douma's shoulder „thought those people would die willingly for you".

Douma chukles „Should have known" before he seals every exit in the room with massive ice walls in the blink of an eye. „Come on with me and have a look at her" he guides Akaza up the stairs. Miri who was still trying to get through the ice wall spins around and he meets her fearful eyes. „Miri this is Akaza, Upper Moon three and Akaza this is Miri, a Hashira" Douma says exitedly while they approach her. She stumbles backwards still looking at him until her back hits the wall. Her eyes begin to water as she tries to push herself deeper into the wall noticeable intimidated by the presence of two Upper Moons.   Poor thing. He places both of his hands on the wall next to her head caging her in.

„So that is one of the current Hashiras of the demon slayers, hmm" Akaza humms now standing next to Douma and checking her out. „Pretty useless without a Katana those demon slayers, don't you think?" he says to Douma with his eyes still on Miri's uniform. „Oh I wouldn't say that my friend" Douma smirks focussing his attention on Miri as he licks his lips. He had so many things he could do to her. And she was all his. Sure, he would show Akaza just how special she was ... but in the end he was the one who would have her. Another tear rolled down her cheek. Before it could drop, he leanes forward to lick it up. „Save your tears for someone who won't get turned on by them, darling" he whispers in her ear.

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