𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 犬夜叉 ♡ ; 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚡 𝚘𝚌

winter

At the foot of the bed, Chiho remained focus on some figmented point ahead of her. Icy blue hues swallowing her pupil whole. She mimicked that of a doll how lifeless and still she remained as Kojitsu, with glee, began to dress himself in robes of the finest shades of lavender and gold. He even hummed a merry song as if he was on his way to a celebration. Like he hadn't skewed right in front of her heaps of old maids that scattered about this castle hoping to be picked by the Charming prince Himself.

From the tips of her fingers to the curved edge of her nipples, every motion, every stitching of fabric stood to a pivot underneath Chiho. Her senses were maximized but her mind, on the other hand, was back in the corridors. Back in the mountains with her parents. Back in the cramped sleeping quarters that she shared so happily with Naomi. How she would give to feel the cheaply woven cotton futons and stiff oval-shaped pillows once more versus the woven tapestries and ice-cold silk that blanketed between her porcelain thighs in such a lazy fashion.

If there were a coin she needed to be flipped to backpeddle to that exact moment Kojitsu noticd her and do it differently, she would have picked that moment in a heartbeat. By the gods, she would have.

As her arms remained fixed into position, spread widely from her body, Kojitsu continued to him. With one final glance in the mirror and a reassuring tug of his collar, he turned to face Chiho. A merry whistle still cascading from his throat, he stood in front of Chiho even with her focus still foreword as if he were an aparition.

"Oh, Chiho.. Don't make this harder than what it needs to be.." Kojitsu spoke in a singsong fashion, gently stroking the damp locks of hair away from her flushed cheeks and equally dampened forehead.

Cupping her cheeks, he tilted her face up to him so her vacant stare could meet his piercing almond-coated glare. Irritation seeped across his forehead as he looked down at the checked out Chiho. He knew that it would be a futile effort to get rid of her at such a delicate time in his quest for conquest. He especially picked Chiho those many moons ago from her lackluster portrait of a village. He was the one who came to the village from the rumors. A blue haired demon was born in  the mountains! In a poor village! He remembers that night.

He had just finished sodomizing some loosely jointed concubine that made continuous hints and boistorous jesters around the other maids that she would win his eye. And even with   a chest so endowed, hair as silky and pigmented as that of crushed chestnuts and a backside as round as freshly plucked pears, she was also the one to gossip till the sun set and rose again. That's how he knew of Chiho.

So, he indulged.

After 8 hours of having her put her gluttonous lips and crevices, he found her to be quite the satisfactory lay. But, with all great sunrises, it has to set eventually. He found her trying to steal gold and stuff it in her satchel. And Kojitsu just wasn't one to tolerate theivery.  But with such an amazing skillset as her, her exit from this earthly realm had to match the spirit concealed in fleshy form.

So, he decided on her grand exit. Whilst ravaging her from behind, he stabbed her in both hands, then her neck. Never stopping his rhythm, he yanked her head back and made her stare at herself as she left her body. Pump after pump, she bled out. Luckily for Kojitsu, he finished long before the final drop.

The older maids worked for 7 days getting rid of the blood. He wasn't worried about their wrinkled lips spreading the true happenings in the upper quarters because if so, he made a sworn promise to each of the women that the so-called nunnery that seemed like a peace haven for older, worn-out concubines would be so torturous that they would rather walk the mountains barefoot to the top.

He was restless one night. The moon was peaked across the horizon and all of his senseless guards, minions of his father, were asleep on the job. Drunk, some with their hands in the hem of their pants and others just huddled in a corner trying to catch a bit of rest before the beginning of their shift.