I Feel You - Gyomei Himejima

Chapter 13 🔞

Mato settled in at Master Ubuyashiki's for tonight. I made my way to the dining hall and grabbed some food. Looking around momentarily I realize that the big blind man isn't here.

'Might just be running a bit late.' I tell myself as I take a seat next to a few Hashiras.

"Hello, Kuza-san!" Mitsuri greets.

"Mitsuri, good to see you." I nod respectfully.

She hums looking around, "Where's Gyomei-san?"

"I don't know. Why ask?"

"O-Oh it's just you two seem to always be together..." Mitsuri chuckles.

I chuckle, "Yeah I don't know where that big hunk went."

"There he is." Obanai nods in the direction of the door where the Gyomei Himejima enters. As I watched him walk, he acknowledged the greetings from other demon slayers in the dining room. He grabs his tray of food and makes his way towards me.

Mitsuri giggles teasingly, ushering Obanai to scoot and make some space for Gyomei to sit next to me. He places down his food and settles down.

"Sorry, I'm late." He says.

I act indifferently, "It's fine. Eat your food."

Gyomei narrows his eyes a bit, "I was preparing a gift for you."

I gaze up at him, confused, "What for? My birthday is still months away."

"Just because. I'll give it to you after dinner."

Seemingly, my mood lifted for the better, hearing him say he'd gone out of his way to prepare a gift just for me. I can't help but smile at the soft thought of that. I continue to eat and he does so too. For the first time in a while, no chopsticks nor spoons were broken by him.

After dinner, I followed him out as he led me to the forest. The path of cobblestone had fallen to a hue of orange by the lanterns. I notice him match his pace with mine. We went to the biggest tree in the forest, and he turned to me. That tree is known to have lived for almost 600 years now.

"We're going to climb up."

"Woah-woah, I know how to climb but not trees as big as this."

"I'll carry you." He says as if it's an everyday thing.

I worried I might be putting a strain on him, but I also am curious as to what his gift is. He takes my hands and gently guides them to wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me off of the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He took a chance and planted a kiss on my cheek, "Hold tight."

Despite his blindness, Gyomei was fast and efficient in climbing over the branches. The branches were more than thick enough to hold up even a man like him. It took him a few more minutes to reach the very top branch and we sat on it. I was about to get off of him but he wrapped his arms around my waist, trapping me to stay on his lap.

The wind felt colder up here, he might have felt me shiver as he took off his haori and wrapped it around me.

The stars looked a bit closer, shining and blinking at me.

"Is this your gift?" I giggle, gazing up at the clear night sky.

"No, it's just the beginning."

"The sky is beautiful..."

"Really? Tell me, what does it look like?"

I look back at him, staring at his white eyes. It pained me to see things as beautiful as this, but he couldn't. If possible, I would be the eye for him, to show him beautiful things.

"When was the last time you saw the night sky?" I asked.

"I was a kid... at 6 years old, before a disease took my eyesight."

"Imagine that. That night sky you saw when you were young. Now imagine the stars but bigger and brighter, no clouds to be seen, all clear for you to admire."

He smiles softly, nuzzling his face against the crook of my neck, I feel his tears streaming down from his eyes to my skin, "I love the way you describe things... it makes me actually be able to imagine it."

I wrap my arms around him, embracing him tighter, getting rid of the little gap we had between each other, "I'll tell you everything you want to know. Everything you wanted to see."

He chuckles, "You'd do that?"

"Of course... I love you after all." I caress his face, gently rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

---

"Gyomei~!" I moaned as he pounded against me over and over with such intensity.

I wrap my arms around his torso, digging my nail on his back and holding on for my dear life. The sound of skin slapping against skin and an equal amount of pain and pleasure as he rides his thick cock against my tight walls filled my mind.

"You look good squirming under me." He says while panting, not because of exhaustion, but of the growing desire within him that had no limit. He wanted me, my body, my scent, my taste, if only he could, he would've molded my body with mine.

Gyomei sat up, pulling me up with him as my hips rested on his. He bucks his hips up slowly making sure I feel every inch of him. I whimper as his cock penetrates through my womb, teasing and hitting every spot, "I can never get tired of fucking you like this..." He chuckles deeply, "Every time we make love, it's like the first time. You're always so tight, like your pussy is sucking me out."

I arch my back, getting him inside me as much as possible as my hands rest on his chest. He captures my lips with his, continues thrusting up against me while he fills my mouth with his tongue. I moan against him, my hips jerking and twitching as I feel a knot form in my abdomen.

"Cum." He whispers against my ears, reaching down and rubbing his two fingers against my clit. I yelped and moaned uncontrollably, feeling his cock entering in and out of me while he plays with my clit. It was all too much. In a matter of time, I came and squirted all over, letting out a moan.

He smiles in satisfaction, wrapped his arms around me as he picks up the pace intensity even more, finding his release as well. Moments later, he pulls out and came right outside my pussy.

---

I was coming down from my peak of pleasure as he changed the bedsheets; throwing the old one aside, he lay back down with me and wrapped his strong arms around me.

"Come closer." He pulled me, and I scooted closer as well.

"How'd it feel?" He asks.

"Amazing," I say, my eyes half-lidded. It took every ounce of my energy not to pass out and sleep.

"I didn't give you my gift yet, dove." His fingers trace my jaw.

"You can give it to me tomorrow..." I say groggily, nuzzling my face into his chest.

He laughs, "As you wish..."

"And..."

"And?"

"You're my boyfriend now... okay?"

His eyebrows raise, his heart fluttering, "You're not even asking, straight up claiming it?" He laughs heartily.

I hum in response, already falling asleep. He couldn't believe it; he pulled me and had me lay on top of his as his hand traced the curve of my body.

"I'll happily be your boyfriend."