Queen of the Night

Rise of Neptune

*The following chapter will contain sad scenes and future plots. Viewer discretion is advised.*

I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Til you tell me to

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Like all species, demons have needs.

Needs that were of the hunger variety.

Needs of the comfort and love variety.

And, of course, that of sexual gratification.

Nakime and Bashira made sure that no one disturb the king and queen for the remainder of the night. No matter how much the children begged and whined for interactions with their mother, the two remained adamant with their orders. The whole palace shifted and turned whenever a random demon asked to see Muzan. The Upper Moons were patient demons, knowing that the two never did fully get married.

They would have to do another wedding one of these days.

Sorashi was seen draped over the chair of their shared room. After the fight with her firstborn, she needed a night like this to unwind and get her mind off. The thought of her daughter sealed away inside the mirror now placed in her bedroom made her heart break. She never wished to put her daughter inside the looking glass, but there was no other way besides death. Then again, it was not like she wanted to leave her child alone and unloved. She was in a coma for months, years even! Her husband to be was never one to show affection to anyone but her at times. If they were going to have another child, then he would need to learn to care for others.

She yawned, lying across the chair as she awaited her lover. Her green hair was in a loose curly puffball on her head tied with a black ribbon. She wore a black lingerie top and bottom while wearing a forest green see through robe. Her claws were painted her favorite color and the scent of her peppermint perfume filled the air. Her finger twirled a lock of hair as she saw the screen door open to reveal her husband.

Muzan, in his adult form, had a worn out expression on his face as he put down his coat. His nostrils picked up the scent of aromatherapy before he saw his alluring wife waiting for him. He felt his several hearts beating all at once while heat went down to between his legs. Sorashi beckoned over with her fingers, her eyes giving off a come hither look. Now Muzan considered himself a rational thinker, one that wouldn't be swayed by any "human" temptations.

And yet, the appearance of his almost wife laying it all out for him to see nearly made a monster out of him.

"I know you don't like anything involving carnal desires or human emotions, but I really wanted to have some time alone with you." She gave him a shy smile. "After all, we didn't get much time when I woke up between Hotaru and the craziness. I just wanted to...spend some intimate time with you."

He didn't say anything for a moment before coming over to the chair. Her breath hitched as she felt his cold hands on her cheeks. There was an unspoken silence between the two for a moment before his thumb caressed her cheek in a gentle manner.

"It is okay to mourn her, my fairy. You don't have to behave in this manner." His tone was cold, but there was warmth beneath the surface.

Sorashi's heart began to race as she brought her hand to his and gave it a soft sniffle before her eyes burst into tears. It was unyielding as the tears kept raining down and she pressed against his chest. Bewildered by her sudden show of emotions, Muzan cautiously wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to grieve. Partially this was his fault since he had pushed Hotaru into becoming his avid apprentice, but he was unable to let his pride get in the way. In this moment, in the security of his home and room, he allowed for his walls to break for a moment for the demoness he had strong affections for.