I Feel You - Gyomei Himejima

Chapter 9 🔞

I wake up groggily, shifting to my side as I try to lift my heavy body. My head ached, after-effects of the medicine I drank. I open my door and make my way out, only to find a 7-foot man standing there in front of my doorstep.

"Ah!" I was startled, taking a few steps back before realizing it was just the man who deflowered me yesterday.

"Good morning, dove." He greets with a soft yet concerned smile, "How are you? I hope you're doing okay?"

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Just.... 20 minutes..."

"Why didn't you knock?"

"You were sleeping," He fiddles with his thumb, his ears turning red.

"I... can I join you for breakfast? Again... If you don't mind."

"I don't. Let me change real quick." I was about to close the door when his hands stopped it right before it closed.

"May I come in?" He asks in his gentle voice, a hint of nervousness.

I hum in response, letting for of the door to let him open and enter my room. He does so, taking a few steps in and closing the door behind him, silently locking it. He takes a seat near my desk, hands on each armrest as he leans back, gazing out of the window, his ears perked and picking up every movement I make.

I go to my closet and pick out my demon slayer uniform; I turn my back against him as I take off my current shirt.

Gyomei clears his throat, unable to remove the pleasure he felt yesterday, perhaps looking for more.

"What?" I asked looking over him as I finished putting on my shirt.

"Nothing." He shakes his head lightly, reaching out and fiddling with my things on the desk. Books, a few coins, and my haori.

"Where the hell is my haori?" I ask myself as I rummage through my closet.

Gyomei picks up my haori from the desk and makes his way to me, closing in the distance between us, "Here." He opens the haori, holding it up for me to slip my arms in. I look at him and smile, turning my back against him and wearing it swiftly, "Thanks."

Before I could face him, his hands wrapped around my body from behind like a sneaky python, and he pulled my back against his body. He nuzzles his face on the crook of my neck, inhaling in my scent like it was drugs. It is; it felt intoxicating for him long ago; it was what kept him going praying for her, but now he's got a taste for her, it only got worse.

"You're so addicting... I couldn't stop thinking about you all night..." He mumbles into my ear, his hands roaming up my body, underneath my shirt, and grabbing one of my breasts while his other hand rubs against my sensitive area through my clothes.

I moaned and whimpered when I felt him rubbing his boner against my lower back. I narrow my eyes with a smirk, looking up at his half-lidded eyes, "You're one horny man."

"It's your fault. Who wouldn't be horny when the woman I love and devote to makes me cum four times in a row...? It makes my body yearn for more, your taste, your moans... your pussy."

His hands held me down in my place as he ground his hips against me; I shivered from the feeling, and he continued groping me in all the right spots.

I set my hands on top of his, "I had a dream last night..."

"What is it?"

"You and me... alone... you know what happens." I giggle.

"I'll grant your dreams and make them come true." He peppers my neck with his kisses, "Tell me the details..."