The Rainbow Eyed Devil & His Songbird (+18)

Intimate

Kotoha would become his favorite human.

She rose so quickly in the short time she was here at his temple. Above his priest and loyal followers.

So casual she was with him and all he did. Not at all bothered by his odd behaviors and treating him as human even with his position as a 'god'. Perhaps she knew he wasn't such a thing.

But it didn't matter as his lips curled into a smile against the soft skin of her breast.

She has finally made it into his chambers and he was going to show he was a god in the ways of the flesh.

Already she was shivering as his claws trail her skin as he peeled away her kimono more.

His mouth opens, his fangs so close to sink to the bone. His tongue is however the first to reach the target as a purr comes to his throat, warm milk meeting his taste palette.

She was delicious and he would pay her back for the gift she had given him.

Her cries are sweet as he enters her, hips snapping and he pulls back to switch to her other breast.

Fascinating.

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She was embarrassed when they did become intimate that he would focus on her breasts. Douma would often relieve her milk supply as Inosuke gained more of a taste for solid food. Then he would leave his mark everywhere around them.

He would of course tell his praises about her and how she treats him so well.

When they do finish, she would often find herself with Douma curled into her, his head buried into her chest.

Her fingers run through his hair before exhaustion takes over.

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Douma doesn't think about why he finds himself interested in this position, acting like a baby and being held in the arms of a young mother.

Perhaps it was something he hadn't had before. His own mother left him to his own devices to help his father create a cult for him to lead one day, voiding him the basic privilege of bonding with her on a primal level.

If that was the case, he can see why he was addicted now. He never wants this repeated act to end. He'll keep Kotoha close. He'll watch over her and Inosuke till the end of their days. So long as he can lay in her embrace like the motherless child he was.