Douma's obsession - Demon Slayer fanfiction

Punishment🍋

"Nervous, Miri?" he whispers against her skin, making her shiver.

"Nervous? About what exactly?" she chuckles anxiously, not knowing what Giyuu has in mind while he stares at her with those dark eyes. He gently pushes her towards the bed so that she has to fall back eventually instead of bumping into him. Miri still looks up at him with a questioning look on her face. "About your punishment, sweetheart," he grins at her.

Punishment!? Did she hear that right? Quickly she tries to get up again and hop off the bed to leave the danger zone. But Giyuu towers over her blocking her way. "Not an option," he says while climbing onto the mattress and pinning her under him. Immediately Miri is surrounded by his perfume again and she feels warm as his body heat radiates right through his clothes.

"God, Miri, you have no idea how long I've waited for this." He whispers in a husky voice, kissing her collarbone softly as she slowly begins to understand what kind of punishment he meant. "Say no and I'll let go of you right now," he adds, looking at her intensely.

Indecisively, Miri wiggled under his grip. So many times she had secretly imagined being with Giyuu like this. But with both Douma and Giyuu? She hated to admit it, but the thought turned her on and Miri didn't want to say no. Lost in thought, she bit her bottom lip as she stared at him. After a short while, Giyuu's lips form a smile before they connect with hers in a passionate kiss.

All her thoughts are wiped from her mind and replaced with pleasure as their tongues intertwine, fighting for dominance. Giyuu moves away to sit up and Miri is about to follow him when she is pulled back by strong ropes around her wrists. Her mouth falls open in surprise and shock. He had tied her to the bed! Has he always been this kinky? She struggles in vain against the restraints. "Why do you even need those?" she whimpers getting a sly smirk in return.

Douma appears at Giyuu's side, practically eating her with his hungry gaze. "Looks like you are completely at our mercy, little one," he hums while bluntly grabbing his crotch. They both enjoyed teasing her way too much! Slowly, Giyuu begins to undo the buttons of her uniform, exposing her breasts. As he pushes the fabric aside, she can feel her nipples harden at the feel of the cold air.

Giyuu licks his lips as he appreciates them, and holds out one hand to Douma. "Ice, please," he orders without averting his eyes. "Oh, I like where this is going," Douma replies with a small chuckle and creates an ice cube out of thin air. Miri, on the other hand, wasn't entirely sure about that. Her breath became shallow in anticipation, her eyes cautiously following Giyuu's every move as he takes half of it into his mouth.

He leans over her. Then the ice makes contact with her skin, causing a burning sensation. Miri struggles under him, but he holds her in place with his hands on her hips. His mouth travels along her collarbones with soft kisses, leaving a wet trail. A cold shiver runs down her back as he reaches her breasts.

Miri couldn't tell the feeling of his hot lips and the cold ice on her skin apart anymore. He brushes lightly over her nipple, causing her back to arch as she gasps in surprise. It stings! But at the same time, hot pleasure pulses between her legs. Giyuu's lips move to kiss her other nipple and she whimpers at the intense feeling closing her eyes. Again and again he slides the ice over the sensitive spots, making her squirm.

Just when she thought Giyuu was done teasing her, she can feel the ice sliding down her stomach. Was he going to...? Her head shoots up to look down with a worried expression. "Giyuu, what...", suddenly her head is turned to the side by Douma, who holds her chin with one hand. "You look so hot when you get punished," he breathes out and presses a hard kiss on her lips.

She allows herself to get lost in his kiss before Giyuu roughly spreads her legs. The next moment, ice slides over her clit. Her body jerks and she moans loudly into Douma's mouth. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a tingling sensation that drove her crazy.

Douma breaks the kiss moving behind her. Skillfully, he unties her wrists and pulls her back against his well-toned torso. "You're doing so good," he praises her while cupping her breasts in his hands and kneading them rhythmically. Again Giyuu's mouth moves over her clit and he presses the ice down on it, making Miri moan desperately.

His hot tongue soon replaces the ice, massaging her folds as it slips inside her. How could anything feel so good? Her muscles slowly begin to cramp. Giyuu sucks on her clit without pausing while she pushes herself against Douma. "Ahh, I think I'm going to come!" she gasps. Douma shifts behind her so that Miri can feel his hard dick pressing against her back. Good, it was so hot!

"Then don't hold back, little one," he says, twisting her nipples between his fingers. Miri's hands wrap around Douma's forearms, holding on to him as her orgasm hits her hard. Almost automatically, her hips roll against Giyuu's tongue, rubbing her pussy as she moans his name. Giyuu's grip on her hips tightens and he licks her with even more devotion while her orgasm lasts.

Miri tries to catch her breath and looks down at him with flushed cheeks. He slowly rises and scans her with his crystal blue eyes as he wipes his mouth clean. How could he look so sexy doing this sort of thing? "You taste good," he winks at her before getting up to get rid of the ice.

From behind, Douma's chin rests on her shoulder. Miri remembers his praises and looks to the side. She can't help but smile. They always made her feel appreciated, even when they mocked her. But now it was her turn to give something back, she decided with a small grin.

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