Pleasure Of Love

I was in the middle of hunting this demon and made it to cornered him in a deserted alley. The moon was high, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. This was it, I thought to myself, the culmination of weeks of tracking and preparation. His name was Riven, and he had been leaving a trail of destruction and fear in his wake. But I, Mitsuri Kanroji, was the Mist Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, and I was going to put an end to his reign of terror.

"Come out, you coward," I called out, my voice echoing through the alley. "You've been toying with me long enough. It's time to face the consequences of your actions."

A low, guttural chuckle responded, sending a shiver down my spine. "Ah, Mitsuri," Riven said, stepping out from the shadows. He was taller than I had expected, with piercing red eyes that seemed to see right through me. His long, dark hair was slicked back, and his body was muscular and covered in intricate tattoos. "You've been quite the entertaining little bug to chase."

I raised my blade, my heart pounding in anticipation. "I'm not here to play games," I snarled.

He smirked, his sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. "But games are all I know, my dear."

Before I could react, he lunged at me, his movements unnaturally fast for a demon. He was quick, and his claws sliced through the air like razors. I barely managed to dodge them, the wind of their passing sending strands of my hair flying. But as the fight progressed, it became clear that he was toying with me. Every time I thought I had the upper hand, he would pull away, only to reappear behind me, his breath hot on my neck.

My breathing grew heavy as I pushed myself to keep up with him. I could feel the warmth from his body as he circled around me, his eyes never leaving mine. He was enjoying this, reveling in the power he held over me.

Suddenly, he vanished again. I spun around, my blade at the ready, but when I turned back, he was gone. The alley was silent, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe I had won.

But then, a hand grabbed me from behind, and the world went black.

When I awoke, I was naked and bound to an ancient-looking stone altar in a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else—something musky and primal. Riven was standing over me, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he murmured, his voice sending a thrill of fear through me.

I struggled against my bindings, but they held firm. "You won't get away with this," I spat.

"Oh, I think I will," he said, his grin widening. "You see, I have a little... gift for you."

Without warning, he leaned down and sank his teeth into my neck. The pain was immediate and intense, but it was quickly followed by a wave of pleasure that made my toes curl. He drank deeply from my veins, and with every pull, I could feel my strength draining away. My vision swam, and my body grew weak.

When he pulled back, I was panting, my breasts heaving. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. "You taste so sweet," he purred.

He reached between my legs and began to stroke my slit, his clawed fingers teasing my clit. I gasped, unable to believe the sensations that were flooding through me. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch despite my fear and anger.

"Fight it," I told myself. "You're a Hashira. You can't let him win like this."

But my resolve was slipping away. His fingers moved faster, and my hips began to buck against his hand. I felt a warmth spreading through me, building to a crescendo that I hadn't felt in a long time. And when he slammed his cock into me, I screamed out his name.

He was thick and long, stretching me to my limits. His movements were brutal and relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. He took my pleasure, my pride, my very essence, and twisted it into something dark and twisted.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Mine to do with as I please."

I couldn't deny it. My body was his plaything, and every time he filled me with his seed, I could feel myself slipping further into madness. Each creampie was a declaration of his dominance over me, and each time I came, it was a little ****.

My mind grew hazy as he continued to fuck me, his cock pumping in and out of my pussy with a ferocity that bordered on pain. His hands roamed my body, leaving marks of his possession wherever they went. I was lost in a sea of pleasure and pain, unable to distinguish one from the other.

"You're going to be such a good little demon," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "So eager to please, so hungry for more."

And I was. With every moment that passed, the human part of me grew weaker, and the demonic part grew stronger. I could feel the change happening, my body adapting to his touch, my soul slowly being consumed by his power.

He pulled out of me and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. My pussy was a mess, dripping with his cum and my juices. He leaned in and licked the tender flesh, savoring the taste of his victory.

"You're mine," he said again, and this time, it was a declaration, not a question.

I looked into his eyes and saw the truth of his words reflected back at me. I was his now, body and soul. And as he slammed into me once more, I knew that I didn't want it any other way.

He fucked me until I was nothing but a mindless, drooling wreck, begging for more. And when he finally allowed me to come, it was with a scream that echoed through the chamber. My orgasm was a symphony of agony and ecstasy, a testament to his dominance over me.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, he leaned in and whispered the final incantation. I felt a surge of power, and then everything went white.

When the world came back into focus, I was standing on shaky legs, my eyes glowing red with the power of the demon that now coursed through my veins. Riven was standing before me, his own eyes filled with lust and hunger.

"Welcome to your new life," he said, holding out his hand.

I took it, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. "What happens now?" I asked, my voice barely recognizable as my own.

"Now," he said, his smile wicked, "we go hunt together."

And with that, we stepped into the night, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. I was no longer Mitsuri Kanroji, the Mist Hashira. I was something else entirely—his creation, his weapon, his toy. And as we disappeared into the shadows, I knew that there was no turning back.

We moved from town to town, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. The humans were no match for us, and the other demons trembled in fear at our approach. Riven taught me the ways of our kind, how to feed on the fear and despair of those we encountered. And as we did, our bond grew stronger.

But it was our nightly ritual that I craved the most—his cock filling me up, claiming me, making me his. I would lie on the cold, hard ground, my legs spread wide, and he would take me, his teeth sunk into my neck, marking me as his property. And as he filled me with his cum, I felt alive in a way I never had before.

Each night was a new level of depravity, a new way to push my limits. He would use me in every way imaginable—sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, but always leaving me begging for more. And as the weeks turned into months, and the months into years, I grew to love the feeling of his seed inside me, the feeling of being owned by something so powerful and primal.

My transformation was complete, and I reveled in it. I had become what I once hunted, and I had never felt more alive.