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Consumed by Desires

A/N: Just a heads-up: Miyuki is a virgin in this scene. Despite her previous experiences as a fragment of her mother and a half-human, this is her first time in her original, fully god's body. Yes, you heard that right—Sanemi is actually engaging with a real deity in her real form.

Miyuki's POV

"Waaah!" I jolted awake with a gasp, finding Tanjiro's concerned face hovering over mine.

"Nee-sSSssWWwwwaaNNnnn... I thought you wouldn't wake up," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and worry. His eyes were like saucers.

I managed a weak chuckle, gingerly propping myself up while cradling my aching stomach. "How long was I out?" I asked, noting the persistent soreness.

"A few hours," Tanjiro said, glancing over at Zenitsu, who was snoring away in the corner. "Sanemi?" I questioned taking the glass of water from him and drinking it. 

"Sanemi-San went off somewhere, looking all smug and self-satisfied." 

'He must've went to train with Muichiro and Obanai.'

I sighed, giving my stomach a gentle rub. "It's late. You should get some rest," I suggested, noticing how exhausted Tanjiro looked. 

He nodded and snuggled back under the covers. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked still concerned.

I forced a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. My healing cells are working their magic, and human attacks are a quick fix for me." Tanjiro seemed convinced and soon drifted off to sleep.

I chuckled softly, realizing just how tired he must have been. After a while, I stepped out of the steamy bath, feeling refreshed and relaxed. 

As I walked out of the bathroom in my robe, I nearly collided with Sanemi, who was standing right outside the door. "You... you're back early today..." I gulped nervously.

He looked at me with an intense, almost playful expression and declared, "I'm fucking you tonight." I blinked, taken aback, before he effortlessly scooped me up. 

His sweat mixed with a hint of matcha and sweet beans tickled my senses. 

Oh god, this is happening. Why is he being so serious? I need to stay calm. Yes, calm down, calm down. I CAN'T CALM DOWN!!'

I blushed furiously as he kissed my temple and carried me to his room, shutting the door behind us with a confident thud.

Sanemi's room was minimalist, with just a single mattress in the center, surrounded by incense sticks and a soft, ambient lamp. 

The serene atmosphere contrasted sharply with the situation, leaving me feeling a bit overwhelmed.

He gently tossed me onto the mattress, and I gulped nervously. "Are we really doing this?" I asked, clutching the mattress for dear life.

Sanemi chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "What, are you scared now?" he said, removing his haori with dramatic flair, revealing a body marked with wounds and bandages.

I blinked, trying to keep my composure. "You really are a mess," I said, forcing a laugh.

Sanemi smirked, stepping closer and towering over me. "Who's fault was it?" he teased, his other hand gently caressing my cheek.

I breathed in and out, carefully holding back my divine energy so that it wouldn't overwhelm Sanemi. "Take my hands," he said softly, his thumb brushing gently over my lips, causing me to blush. 

"Guide my hands to where you feel most vulnerable," he whispered, and my heart skipped a beat. Everything felt new and unfamiliar, as if it were the first time, leaving me wondering why.