もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8)

ろくじゅうろく | sixty six

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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[TRUTH OF THE PAST]
PART 7

[A lengthy chapter ahead]

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Kiyomi

SOSHIRO-KUN MADE ME FEEL THINGS I never thought were possible. With him, I saw stars, not just in the sky but inside me, igniting a fire that burned so brightly it threatened to consume me whole. I never knew sex could be like this, something so powerful, so overwhelming, especially when it's with someone you love with every fiber of your being.

Now, here I am, pressed deep into the mattress, my hair splayed out across the sheets, tangling as if trying to hold on to some semblance of control. My eyes are halt-closed, heavy with the weight of what we're doing, but Soshiro-kun, with that commanding voice of his, orders me to look at him. "Look at me," he demands, his tone low, almost growling, as he claims every inch of me—my body, my mind, my soul.

Yes, Soshiro-kun...Claim every part of me. Every inch of this body that I've hated for so long is yours. Every broken, scarred piece of it belongs to you.

He's relentless, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one rearranging everything inside me as if he's trying to rebuild me from the ground up. My walls tighten around his length, desperate, hungry for him, pulling him in deeper. I've never felt so special, so worshipped, like I'm some sort of queen—a goddess even—through his eyes.

"Soshiro..." I moan, the sound catching in my throat as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. "
He's... He's a beast. He's destroying me, but it feels so good... so damn right.

His eyes burn into mine, intense, almost primal, as he continues to ravage me. I can feel him everywhere, inside me, around me, as if he's sinking into my very soul. My body responds to him in ways I never imagined it could. If I could, I would beg him to give me everything he has, to fill me up until there's nothing left of me but him. But that's a dream I can never have—a cruel fantasy-because my body is broken, damaged beyond repair from the day I died.

I couldn't produce an offspring.

But that doesn't stop the longing, the desperate desire to be his completely, to bear his mark in every possible way. My heart aches with it, a deep, unbearable pain that mixes with the pleasure he's giving me.

"Fuck, Soshiro," I gasp, my breath hitching as his movements become more erratic, more desperate. If I could, I would give you everything. I would give you my heart, my soul, and even... even a child, if only my body weren't so ruined.

The moment I finally told him, I braced myself for the disappointment I was certain would follow. I could almost hear the silence that would hang between us, the heavy pause before the inevitable expression of anger, or worse, the quiet acceptance of something he'd never truly be able to accept. My chest tightened as I looked at him, ready for his eyes to narrow, his lips to press into a thin line as the weight of my words sunk in.