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Chapter 8 by Goddragon99 Goddragon99

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She gives in

The demon's voice was soothing, and his eyes seemed to beckon to her as Mitsuri didn’t know that the fog was part of his demon’s art that slowly weakened the will of anybody who entered his fog and became **** to his influence as he had done many times before.

The world around her spun and she felt her knees buckle slightly. She closed her eyes to regain her focus, but the sound of the slayer's cries of pleasure still haunted her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the demon's member, still erect and gleaming with the slayer's fluids in front of her face, and she felt a strange heat building within her.

Without realizing what she was doing, Mitsuri leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of the demon's cock. The taste was unexpectedly sweet, and she felt a strange tingling sensation in her mouth. The demon chuckled darkly, pleased with her response. He reached out and gently pushed her head down, guiding her movements. Mitsuri's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, but she couldn’t resist the urge to take more of him in.

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Her tongue danced along the length of his shaft, feeling the power pulsing beneath the surface. It was as if she was under a spell, her usual shyness and embarrassment forgotten as she eagerly pleasured the creature. The demon's hands gripped her hair, setting a rhythm that she followed instinctively. Each time she took a breath, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears like a drum.

Mitsuri's eyes closed tightly as she took more and more of the monster's cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she deep-throated him without gagging. The demon's moans grew louder, his breathing becoming more ragged. She felt a thrill at the thought of having such an effect on this powerful creature, and it spurred her on to take him deeper still.

Her mind was a tumult of emotions, but the dominant one was lust. The demon's touch was gentle, yet firm, guiding her head as she licked and sucked. She could feel her own arousal building, her body betraying her moral compass as she gave in to the demon's seduction. The smell of sex and power filled the air, making her head spin and her senses heighten.

Mitsuri's hands, once clenched around the katana, now rested on the demon's hips, urging him closer. She had never felt such a powerful urge before, and she found herself lost in the moment, her thoughts consumed by the need to please him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, savoring the taste and feeling the warmth of his desire. She could feel his hands tightening in her hair, a silent command for more, and she eagerly obliged.

The demon's grip grew more forceful as she took him deeper, pushing her to her limits. Yet, she didn’t resist. Instead, she reveled in the feeling of his power and dominance, allowing herself to be used in a way that she never thought she would. Her body was aflame with passion, and she couldn’t help but wonder if this was what the other slayers had felt before they met their end.

The demon's breath grew harsher, his hips jerking as he approached climax. Mitsuri's eyes watered and her jaw ached, but she didn’t pull away. The thought of his cum filling her mouth was both terrifying and exhilarating, a dark desire that she hadn’t known existed within her until now. Her own arousal grew wetter between her legs, and she felt a slickness against her thighs.

With a roar, the demon released his seed into her mouth, and she swallowed instinctively. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a potent mix of power and pleasure that sent a jolt of energy through her body. She felt her own climax building, her body shaking with the intensity of the moment. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, and so utterly dominated at the same time.

As the demon's cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, he stepped back, watching her with a smug look of victory. She was breathless, her eyes glazed over with lust. He aimed the last few spurts of his cum at her face, painting her cheeks and hair with the sticky white substance.

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