My Little One
Dragon!Rengoku x Fem!Reader
Sfw Warnings: "Love" at first sight, Fighting rings, Dragon AU, Background IguroxMitsuri, Reader gets sassy and it bites her in the ass, Kyojuro is a lil mean at times then gets nice and gives kissies :)
Nsfw Warnings: Smut, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Mating rituals, Hide and seek sex, Knotting, Creampie, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Threats of rough sex, Spanking, Praise kink, Eventual Pregnancy
When attending a dragon fighting match, you catch a certain competitor’s attention...
The stadium was loud, deafeningly loud. Cheering and screams coming from all directions. Even your two friends next to you have practically ruptured your eardrums with their constant applause that seemed to go straight to your pounding brain. You didn’t really see what the big deal was, nor the appeal - watching the two dragons beat at each other.
Dragon fighting had become quite the common sport in the recent centuries, ever since man and beast had formed an alliance. The only reason there had been any conflict in the first place were territorial issues and cultural differences. The cultural differences being their more “primal” urges to battle and mate. The dispute had eventually been settled with the distribution of habitation, easily done since most dragons preferred to reside in shallow caves, and the allowance of skirmishing among their race. They happily welcomed humans to watch their clashing, and basked in the praise of glory and victory. And thus, the game flourished.
But you’d never been one to enjoy watching them fight. It was all just too bloody and violent. After all, you were raised to stay away from such brutality with humans, so why would you savor the sight with dragons? Dragons who looked nothing like the serpents described in ancient tales, and, in actuality, resembled your own kind - save for the protruding horns, thick claws, keen teeth and other beastly traits. It didn’t help to know that they could talk and think just as well as you could, hell, many even better than you could. You’ve read several novels by draco authors, their way of thinking simply divine, and even met several in person who, if not for their unique appearance, could’ve passed for man. Sure, they had rather animalistic tendencies such as instinct and protectionism, but they also had access to progressive, wayward thought. So why fight when one had intelligence? How could a species so smart and civilized be so primitive and bloodthirsty at the same time?
Your lips curled downward in tandem with the fall of the dragon who’d been pitifully bested, the inky haired victor glaring down at him in disgust. You grimaced at the sight of the poor, beaten body, his figure warped with blood and scarring. A dragon fight only ever ended with the loser beaten within an inch of their life... or dead. Killings were only ever punished, never prevented. The crowd boomed in excitement, and your friend, Mitsuri, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you like a bell.
“Wasn’t that a-m-a-z-i-n-g?! Iguro’s fights are always the best, he’s so cool! Like last week, he got this guy by the neck and started -” she blabbered on about the male, most of her speech melting into itself and becoming impossible to understand. Shinobu sighed next you. You questioned, “’Why don’t you just ask him for his signature already?” The woman ceased her assault on your dizzy body and her face went red.
“I-I can’t! You know I can’t! What if he says no? What if he thinks my hair is stupid? What if he thinks I’m stupid! I’d die!” She wailed. You chuckled at her love-struck grief, but you were glad for something to distract from the gruesome sight before you.
“I didn’t ask you to sleep with him. I’m just suggesting that you get his autograph. What is it with you and that dragon guy anyway?”
Mitsuri squealed. “I-I don’t like him like that! You make it sound like I have a thing for them...” You could tell she was more trying to persuade herself against it. Shinobu rolled her eyes and humbled her.
“Oh please ‘Suri- I saw the dragon dildo. You saw the dragon dildo. We both saw the dragon dildo in your dresser. There’s no need to deny your true feelings,” she voiced. Your eyes shot open and your jaw fell as your whipped your head to face the pink-haired woman. “What?!” You cried.
She slapped a hand over Shinobu’s dirty mouth. “Keep it down! Puh- people can hear you!” She was so red that it looked as some of the blood in the arena was smeared over her face. Laughter erupted between the two of you, and Kanroji threw her face into her paws. Poor thing.
You leaned into Shinobu and whispered “How could you tell it was a dragon’s?” You’d heard tell that they had slightly different genitalia compared to the average human, but it was something you were too embarrassed to look into. The brunette smiled deviously.
“Well, the thing was quite the size, and had a knot hung near the bottom.” Your nose scrunched up. “Really? Wouldn’t that hurt?”
She shrugged and teased, “I’m not sure, some people like it. Like her.” Mitsuri screeched.
“Stop talking about it!
A siren rang in the pit, signaling the next round of fighting. The crime scene from the last brawl was already cleaned up, or rather, as clean as it was gonna get. The audience fell silent as they waited for the contesters to be revealed.
The first one finally made his appearance, marching out big and tall with a body covered in tattoos. He threw out confident symbols with his hands, those who were betting on him straining their lungs with praise. A scantily dressed girl in the front row caught his thrown cape and swooned. You groaned, hating the more showy fighters who did so much for applause and self-image. Even if you hated watching them fight, you at least respected those who did it for the soul-purpose of getting stronger instead of winning public attention. The brute stood ready on his side of the arena, cracking his knuckles and baring his sharp teeth. You felt sorry for who had the misfortune of being on the other side - this monster was huge.
Everyone went silent again as you all waited for the other one, a few disrespectful jerks booing at his impending presence. You heard his heavy footsteps echo throughout the stadium, and gasped as soon as his bright image came into view.
Fiery blond hair that pooled down his broad shoulders, beaming red eyes and a rippling body. Wine-rich tattoos of swirling flames framed his chest and face, the color pooling down to cover his arms entirely. The dragon’s claws, fangs, and horns all came to a dangerously cutting edge that made your veins prickle, and you shuttered. He looked so warm, and fibrous. Although he was more lean than his opponent, there was not a doubt in her mind who would win this fight. A brilliant smile tugged on his lips so handsomely, you couldn’t help but mimic the expression yourself.
By then Mitsuri had recovered from her humiliation and witnessed your interest in the man. “Cool, right? That’s Rengoku, he’s one of the more famous fighters. I remember seeing his father fight when I was little too. I guess it’s their family tradition, haha.” The name did sound slightly familiar. This was your first time coming here, but it was common for people to talk about it in their pasttime, similar to how they did sports. Fans roared with his arrival, many lighting fire sparklers that security quickly scrambled to put out. Rengoku’s eyes scanned the crowd, clearly amused with the shining display that was dedicated to him. Once his gaze neared you seized like you were afraid to be caught by a predator. Your stomach did flips when he seemed to do a double-take on your area, gold orbs locking onto yours. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead, and you slowly looked behind you, trying to see who he was looking so intently at. Unsure, you turned back to him, who was, if you didn’t know any better, laughing at your crippling anxiety.
Stop it, he’s not looking at you. Calm down.
Your fingers tugged at the strings of your cropped hoodie, swallowing your head in the thick fabric to hide from the torture that was his supposed gaze. He likely wasn’t even watching you in the first place, but you couldn’t be too sure. Finally, he turned his attention back to the other dragon. You flushed when you saw him give what was surely a wink in your direction, but maybe you were imagining things. Another deafening ring began the battle.
This time, you couldn’t look away from the fight, eyes forcing themselves onto the blond beast. You were entranced by his movements and the way dodged around his insignificant opponent, delivering powerful blows that knocked the brute into stupidity. The way his muscles strained as he maneuvered in the fight was a sight that couldn’t bare to turn away from, lest you miss their perfect image. Although blood was still splattered, and plenty of it, it seemed less cruel this time. Rengoku wasn’t tearing at the man’s body to make a mess, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t aiming to scar. Everything was put into simply winning with growth and honor. After a short time, or maybe it was a long time - you lost track - the fight drew to a close. Rengoku the victor. You couldn't even say you watched the fight because truly you hadn’t. You were just watching him. In his teeth was captured a piece of his victim’s bloody cape before he turned his neck to drape it over his shoulder. The audience went wild. Everyone, even Mitsuri and Shinobu, cheered his name. Rengoku! Rengoku! Rengoku!
The concept of cheering over one’s bloody defeat seemed so barbaric, at least it had been before. But in that moment, be it the hype of the battle or your interest in the winner, you joined too.
Everything after that went by so fast, you didn’t feel conscious through most of it.
But from what you could tell, it all started with him whipping around in your direction, hair standing straight up and shoulders tense. The next moment, he was lunging out of the arena and forcing his way through the escaping humans. By the time you blinked, the section had evacuated, people running, and he was perched on the seat in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his perspiring body. Your ears couldn’t pick up the worried call of your two friends in the background who were being held back by security, all you could hear was the sultry croon that was the dragon’s voice as he leaned in mere inches away from your heated face.
“Did you enjoy my fight, little one?”
You’re breath stuttered, lungs tight inside of your chest.
“I-I-I-” you couldn’t even speak, too shocked.
He chuckled and drew in long breathes, taking in your addicting scent. His eyes glanced down to your (f/c) hoodie with need. A sharp claw tugged at it. “Give me this.” Without thinking, you lifted your arms, allowing the dragon to rip it off you and leaving you in just your laced red bra. Can’t speak. Can’t think. Can’t leave. He brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied purr while eyeing your exposed rack. Rengoku twisted over to his shoulder, taking the scrap of cape into his teeth and dropping it into your lap. His hooded eyes looked up to gaze into yours, the stare melting your bones.
“This is for you. I won it - just for you.”
You gulped. “O-okay...” your voice only came out in a squeaky whisper, but you could tell he heard. He leaned into your ear, his hair tickling your face and distracting you from the wandering claw that was tugging at the center gore in your lacy corselet.
“Tell me how thankful you are, my little -” The blond growled aggravated, interrupting his question and crouching down to grab at his neck. As he bent, she could see it. And hear it. A shock collar. How had you not noticed that before? Suddenly he was stolen away, your vision clearing enough that you could make out Iguro and a massive white-haired one with who you were unfamiliar. Rengoku fought back viciously, throwing them off of him like a beast only to be dragged back again. You hadn’t even noticed that you yourself were being dragged away as well.
The moment you’re embraced in Mitsuri’s arms, you gasped for breath, apparently having been on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen. Hot tears pooled down your cheeks in fat dollops as you coughed and inhaled. You didn’t know what just happened or why you couldn’t escape. You felt like a deer in headlights. There was no time to ask questions as security ushered you out with a half-assed apology. In fact, it seemed the entire stadium had been kicked out.
The train ride home was quite, and you mindlessly played with the buttons of the jacket Mitsuri threw on you. None of you were quite sure what to say or do except for Kanroji, who was soothingly brushing your hair with her fingers. Once they were nearing the station, Shinobu interrupted the silence of the coach.
“We aren’t going back there again,” she stated firmly. Mitsuri thought for a moment and nodded.
“Y-you’re right. Next time, I won’t drag you along, (Y/n), and I’ll -”
“No ‘Suri.” she cut her off. “We aren’t going back there again. None of us.”
The woman’s eyes went wide. “B-but -”
“No Mitsuri! If they can’t control the fighters in the ring or stop them from using their influence, then we aren’t attending anymore.” She crossed her arms.
You looked up from your lap. “She can go. I don’t mind...” Kocho looked at you with sadness and pity, and you hated it. The train came to a stop before she could answer.
The walk to your homes was just as quiet. You could tell Mitsuri was trying hard not to cry, and it was eating you up, but you had no clue as to how to comfort her because Shinobu’s word was practically law. You gave her a sad goodbye as she parted for her house, her sniffles heard as she walked away. As you and Kocho made your way her house, you spoke up.
“You shouldn’t have told her that. She can still go there if she wants. You know she likes Iguro.” The woman sighed.
“I know, but it would be too dangerous considering... what just happened today.”
“...Whatever that was had nothing to do with her. She really wants to meet him and we shouldn’t stop her from working herself up to it.”
“She has met him before.” You slowed your walking. “What?”
She turned to you with melancholy look in her eye. “Before you had moved here, her and I used to go there often. She’s been obsessed for a long time, you see.” She took a breath. “I don’t know how she did it, but she got us in the back to meet him. I wasn’t all that interested so I told her to go on without me, but she took a long time, and naturally I got concerned.” You saw her fiddling with the edge of her coat similar to how you did when you got nervous. Was she nervous?
“When I found her, she was talking to him... or rather, listening I suppose. It was only him speaking. His voice sounded strange, and it was so unusual for Mitsuri to stay so quiet, and that’s when I noticed - he was stopping her from talking. At that point I had stepped in and dragged her away, luckily before he did anything. She said she doesn’t remember what he said, but it soon after that I found that thing in her drawer, so I can guess what it was about.” It was a lot of information to take in. You hadn’t known such a thing to have happened, obviously. There wasn’t a doubt within your mind that Kanroji was telling the truth, considering she had been so nervous earlier about what he would think of her appearance. But perhaps there had been a part of her mind that did remember. There was another factor in the story that drew your concern.
“What do you mean he was stopping her from talking,” you asked. She pinched her brows and inquired, “Back at the ring - did you look... Rengoku... in the eyes?” She said his name quietly as if it would trigger you. It didn’t. You nodded.
“And you couldn’t move? Couldn’t speak? But did what he told you to do?” You thought back to the memory and confirmed. “Yes.” She sighed weakly.
“For them, one of their mating practices involves influencing the actions of their desired mate using eye contact and intimidation. It has the same purpose when used on humans except the result is more fear-inducing since, well, we don’t have the same instincts that they do. It’s a more sexual experience for them.” Your nose scrunched up. Although you somewhat remembered what happened in the stadium, things were still blurry. You didn’t want to be so bold as to assume he was grooming you for mating, but the experience did have a sexual feeling to it. And you did feel afraid in the moment. At least you thought you did.
“Shinobu...,” you shook your head, “It was just a one-time thing, I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m fine now, Mitsuri’s fine. We can sit in the far back next time if you’re worr-” “There won’t be a next time,” she stated.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just something I wouldn’t like to risk. Dragon’s don’t have the same laws as us, and if something bad happened... I’m not sure. I just know it would be bad,” she uttered. She stopped walking and you realized you had reached your house. “Please, trust me.” Your mouth fell open and shut, and you nodded. She smiled, but it didn’t look happy.
You waited for her to leave the trail to your neighborhood completely before you booked it to the library, intent on educating yourself of the mating rituals of dragons. You were already so unfamiliar with their practices besides scenting and battle, and such ignorance had worked against you. There wasn’t anything about the interspecies relationships despite them definitely existing, but you did find a reliable source for regular dragon mating. As you read along the scrappy pages, you couldn’t help but notice how all of the signs were there of the dragon’s interest in you.
Battle was to impress the desired mate and prove they could protect.
Did you enjoy my fight, little one?
Taking clothing and belongings to include in the coupling nest.
Give me that.
Gifting of battle spoils to prove strength and the ability to nurture, as well as a proposal of mating.
This is for you. I won it, just for you.
The need for praise to make sure they were a good mate.
Tell me how thankful you are.
You bit your lip frustrated, and honestly a little flattered. But also undoubtedly guilty. Because it was kinda your fault for leading him on, apparently. The name they used on the stage (Rengoku), it turns out, was used as both a battle and mating call, with their secretive first name only used for domestic interactions with close friends and family. So when you had cheered for him, he must’ve gotten the wrong idea. And damnit, you took his offering! That meant you had accepted his proposal to becoming his mate. Sure, you thought he had been attractive and all, but this method of flirtation was... overwhelming, to say the least. Why give you the bloody remnants of his battle when he could’ve just asked you out to dinner? And he tried to rip your clothes off in front of hundreds of people! Speaking of which, there was a section for that too.
Draco suitors who show more public displays of suggestion tend to desire a larger sum of whelps than those who stay introverted. Not much information has been found for the reason, but Dracologist Amane Ubuyashiki has stated that both exhibitionism and vast breeding could simply translate to a more primal form of claim over their mate.
The rest of the section was about nesting practices and mating which you read over a little too enthusiastically. It was easy to see why so many people fetishized about it, it was so.... primal. So much scenting and biting throughout the whole thing. It was embarrassing to know that influencing only worked when both parties were attracted to each other. It wasn’t your fault he was hot! Your eyes gawked when you saw their genitalia, far bigger that the average humans and ridged with a thick knot near the base. Supposedly it only grew to its fully enormous size when it was locked, but it still seemed an impossible fit! Maybe you’d ask Mitsuri about it later.
When you got back home, you felt exhausted and needy.
Your bed felt stiff when you laid down, which was disappointing, but sleep still needed to be had. You hadn’t even bothered to take anything off of your or clean up, collapsing on the futon as soon as you got through the door. You groaned uncomfortable and shifted on your side. A lump in Mitsuri’s coat dug into your side, so you fished it out, curious to what it possibly could have been. And in your hands was the bloody cape you had been “gifted” earlier.
The cloth was thoroughly crusted in dried blood, but it was also warm, as if lingering with the effects of the dragon’s touch. You shoved the thing under your pillow and tried to sleep, so drowsy that you didn’t notice the visitors that had let themselves in.
Did you enjoy my fight...
This is for you. I won it - just for you...
Tell me how thankful you are...
M y l i t t l e o n e
When you awoke, you felt groggy and stark. There was a jabbing pressure against your stomach as if you were bent over something, and your joints felt scratchy and pressed together. Your body was bouncing with movement, like you were being carried off somewhere, and the air was cold as hell. A groan left your lips as your concern grew
“She’s waking up, you idiot. I told you she needed more anesthesia.”
“Can you relax? We’re almost there. Sniff that pink chick’s jacket again, you’re too tense.”
Okay, something was definitely wrong, you knew that now. Fuck. You tried pulling apart your limbs which you now realized were tied together, the effort twice as pointless because your bones felt like jelly. Your vision was still void, and any speech you tried to spew came out as babble. Hanging over the large strangers shoulder was dizzying.
“Why did you have your women dress her up like that anyway?. We should’ve just dropped her off as she was and been done with it.”
You heard a sigh.
“Obanai, Obanai, you poor, ignorant man. You don’t know him like I do. The guy hated those other ones we offered him, so let’s go all out with this one. Have a heart for once.”
Obanai? Iguro’s here? Oh god, why couldn’t you move? Who were they talking about? You couldn’t think or remember. Tears dripped down your cheeks, but they went ignored, the man still lugging you onward toward an unknown destination. Slowly, you regained feeling in your limbs, working yourself up to closing your fist. But you heard Iguro hiss across from you.
“Tengen, I’m giving her more. At this rate she’ll be awake before he even gets there.” The man, Tengen, groaned.
You felt like you were suffocating when the needle pierced your neck. And then everything went black.
You gasped, jumping up from your recline ready to fight, but nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. And where were you? Your eyes glanced around the room, or rather, environment you were kept in. You knew a cave when you saw one, and a dragon cave at that. Although, it was definitely as well kept as a room would be, you supposed. In the ground was planted sparking glowstone that gave the dim cave an intimate light, as well as hundreds of candles spread throughout the vast area. The ceiling had a nice cascading effect from top to bottom, and off in the distance, you spotted steaming pools that seemed to shimmer under the water. Most impressive of all was the spot you were currently set in, which looked to be a large divet in the cave floor that was thickly swaddled in furs and pillows of all kinds. But even with the tall layering, you still had to extend your limbs to climb out of the enormous sinkhole. A big nest for a dragon meant they wanted many whelps, and the thought made you shiver. Get out of here.
You sprinted over to the fuming waters and leaning over the rim, hoping to get a view of whatever skimpy outfit you were forced into. If not for the sweltering temperature in here, you would’ve been freezing.
With the water acting as a mirror, you took a look at yourself. It essentially looked like lingerie - a thin, cherry bra that just barely covered your breasts and a split-thigh skirt merged with panties that ran all the way up to your hips and more resembled a curtained thong. You desperately needed to get out of here. Immediately. You took deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Having a panic attack would not help your situation right now. Think. You went to your house. Woke up. Iguro was there. Talked about giving you to - Oh god. Now you remember.
Heavy, impending footsteps only confirmed your suspicions, and you scrambled to hide behind the nearest cave wall. Even in this dark cavern he seemed to glow, those bright red eyes flickering like fire and shining muscles on full display from the robe that was dropped down to his waist. He looked worked up and messy. Maybe he’d just gotten back from a fight. Probably. And he was sniffing the air like crazy and looking around. He knew you were here. You slowly covered your mouth with your hand and tried to keep quiet. Your body was shaking like a leaf despite it being hot as an oven in here, but there wasn’t much you could do when fear raked your being.
“Little one?” he called. You shook and had to stop yourself from whimpering. The pet name forced you to remember the arena, and how helpless you were then and how helpless you were now. He drew near to your hiding place and your heart stopped. His signature smile fell into a stern look. “Little one,” he warned, “little one, come.” This time you couldn’t help the fearful whine that escaped your throat. It was little and nearly inaudible, but the dragon snapped in your direction and promptly marched over.
You cowered as he came over, tensing at the sinewy arm he threw over you. You were powerless to stop him as he led you away from the hideout, settling for shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. You wouldn’t let him influence you again. He purred against you as he guided you into the familiar pit of bedding, rubbing his cheek all over your face and neck to scent you. Rengoku pushed you deeper and deeper into the mass of furs. You hissed and pushed him off of you, forgetting to keep your eyes closed. “Stop that.”
He gazed up at you with hooded, alluring eyes. "Do you like our nest mate? I made it just for you." His teeth grazed down your collar bone, and you shivered. "The perfect place to make our brood." You yelped and tried to crawl away.
“Rengoku...” His pupils sharpened at the call of his mating name, and you heard a growl curdle in his chest. “...or whatever your other name is - I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t want to be here!” He chuckled and pushed the smooth edge of his horns into your chest, similar to a playful goat. You remembered what this meant from the book - he wanted you to submit and present for him. So you grabbed the thick marrow and pushed him away - communicating disinterest. And he looked up at you with the saddest puppydog eyes you’ve ever seen. No, you had to stay strong.
“I’m really sorry, but this is all just happening so fast, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I... I can give back that thing you gave me at the tournament if you want. I didn’t mean to take it.” The blond plopped down on his haunches as you cautiously crawled away after your denial. The look was so painfully similar to the one Mitsuri had when told she couldn’t see her obsession anymore.
“Mate? Did I do something wrong?” You pressed a finger to your lips to silence him
“No, no, not mate. It’s (Y/n) okay. Listen - I really like you, but this entire... mating ritual... isn’t something I’m used to. And I’m willing to bet you’re the reason I was kidnapped!” You accused.
He nodded. “It’s the celebration of my 300th victory today. And that means I get the mate of my choosing.”
You shook your head. “For dragons that means you get the mate of your choosing. I’m human, and we don’t apply to that.” You crossed your arms. “We don’t just randomly give ourselves to strangers either. You know nothing about me.” Rengoku whined and quickly leapt over to you, his huge body weighing onto yours as he nuzzled into your breasts. Another instinct that was completely inappropriate in human culture but openly practiced amongst dragons for comfort. And to check if their mate could properly nourish their children, sneaky bastard.
“I’m sorry, little one. That was inconsiderate of me. I do want to know you,” His claws dug into your back as he hugged you closer. “I’ll be better” he promised and kissed your collar. God, the guy was cute. You had to give him that. You weren’t sure if he was sorry, but he certainly wanted to treat you well. You awkwardly pet his head and sighed, looking around for something to cover yourself in since he clearly couldn’t stay away from your bosom. Your eyes caught onto the familiar (f/c) fabric, and you squirmed out of his grasp to grab for it. the sleeve was in your grasp when you felt a muzzle press into your barely-clothed center. You whipped around to face him. “Hey!”
The sound of your palm across his cheek echoed throughout the cavern. And so did the pained yelp that was ripped from your throat when he nipped your wrist. Your other hand grabbed at the surface damage, and you cowered when he looked down at you.
“Bad mate. No hitting. Apologize.” He was controlling you again.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered. Another rule you failed to remember - violence begets violence. A gentle and weak mate doesn’t get to claim an aggressive one after all. The blond cooed at your submission and crawled over you. His entire body towered over your little form. The purrs deep in his lungs vibrated against your belly as he resumed nursing position, this time kneading your tits with his paws and pushing them against his face. You could only lie there, whether it be by your own shock or the effects of his spell. A hot tongue licked under the swell of your breast and you gasped. Your fists clenched as he continued his assault, courage building in your chest until it bubbled over into a rough shove that you delivered to the beast. As fast as you could manage while you were free, you clawed your way out of the nest and made haste toward the baths. Rengoku cackled behind you.
“You are feisty, little one! I do enjoy the challenge,” he purred. You wound around the confusing maze of his home, unable to find an exit but continuing onward.
“Yeah? Well, I hope you like losing too because there’s no way I’m just gonna let you have me!” you yelled over your shoulder. You made your way down another large tunnel, but a thick hand on your waist told you your time for escape was over. He snatched your wrists to hold your trembling back against him and leaned into your ear to whisper.
“How about we play a game then, hm?” Despite your brave words before, you gulped and stuttered, “W-what?” The beast’s claw traced the strap that wrapped around your exposed hip and plucked it like a string of music.
His voice was so hot against your ear. “You run off and find a good hiding spot, yeah? You’ll have ten minutes to hide, and I’ll have ten minutes to find you.” His lips curled against your nape as you froze like prey. “If I don’t, you get to have your freedom. And if I do, I get to have you. Sound fair?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. No, it wasn’t fair. But you didn’t have many other options and responded with a disoriented whine. A slap to your ass snapped you from your trance.
“Then get a move on, sweetness. I’m getting hungry.”
You grimaced at the new pet name and leg-buckling indication, but obliged. You had underestimated just how huge this place was. It was massive. More proof of just how many offspring the dragon wanted. Each tunnel lead to another sub-section and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if you were getting very far. Although, you had to admit that being hunted down like this was kind of exciting, certainly more exciting than your past sexual experiences. You lost count of the seconds after seven minutes, and that was a while ago so you took a journey down another hellishly long hallway and actually found somewhere quite convenient. This room was filled to the brim with fabrics and furs and cottons. It must’ve been where he was storing extra nesting materials. You quickly buried yourself under the materials, digging all the way to the bottom and fixing the space to make it look untouched. Breathing was difficult and the weight was so heavy that you worried of how you would get out, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
And so the wait began.
You counted in your head to take up the time and tried your best not to move or make a sound. Sweat was pooling down your body in thick beads and no doubt making your scent stronger, you prayed to the gods he wouldn’t get to this area at all lest he smell your sweet aroma and the wetness leaking from between your thighs.
The thrumming of your heart rang in your ears loudly when you heard his footsteps near and you willed the thing to quiet so you could listen closely. You heard the predator deeply sniff the air and it seemed as if he had stopped right in front of your hiding place. You threw a hand over you mouth and waited.
You rewarded yourself with a gulp of oxygen when you heard the man leave, but cursed when you’d realized you lost your count of time again. Around seven or eight minutes maybe? It was close to the end, you knew that. You hoped he would at least be honest with the time limit. Two minutes later and your chest filled with joy! and disappointment. Only a few seconds more and you could get out of this whole mess and go home with your dignity. You took another deep breath and sighed.
“You hid well! Although, a suggestion for next time would be to find someplace that would better mask your arousal, (y/n).” You couldn’t even react before a fist around your ankle was yanking you out of the burrow. You tried to thrash and tell him to stop but your movement and sound were muffled by the weight of furs on top of you.
“I suppose a human such as yourself never really stood a chance in the first place. I’m a warrior yet to be bested, after all! What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t hunt you down and sate your needs?” He sounded too genuine, even with the filth and obsession that left his mouth.
As soon as your bottom half was pulled out, ass presented in the air, he delivered another playful spank and reached under your skirt to pull at the center of your panties, letting it snap back over your pussy. You cried out from both sensations. “W-wait!” you pleaded, a hint of excitement in your voice but mostly fear. Rengoku threw your thighs over his shoulders and pressed his face into your center.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
And with that the man rose from his knees, pulling the rest of your sweaty body from the covers and letting your head smack against his toned stomach. Blood rushed to your head from the hanged position, and you were forced to scramble for purchase as he held you up with only his brawny arms wrapped around your hips. More heat gathered in your cheeks when you felt him intake a deep scent of your fragrant cunt. You squealed and dug crescents into his thighs as he nosed the cloth out the way and gave an experimental lick to your sinfully damp heat. A heavenly feeling you were not expecting. But instinct played its part when you subconsciously bucked into it. The dragon chuckled into your lips and hummed when he took your tasty bundle of nerves into his mouth.
“Such a fine mate. I know you’ll take my knot so well.” As scared as were for such a thing to happen, the worry sank to the back of your mind when his tongue felt sooooo goood. And hot.
His mouth drooled all over your poor cunt while he walked you back down the large corridors to his nest, that he was no doubt going to breed you in. Your nest too now, apparently. The top that kept you concealed was as good gone as it rode down under your dangling tits, and the feeling of your sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin made it so hard not to scream. You held strong around his madriff, moaning into his clothes and clamping your thighs around his head, telling yourself the purpose was to keep you from falling and definitely not to get more of his avid tongue in your pussy.
This man wasn’t just eating you out. He was eating. You. Out. Tongue licking over every crevice in your folds and lips sucking on your clit like he needing it to survive. Every ravenous growl into your sex vibrated through your stomach and made you drip. Occasionally he would pull back blow on the growing wetness and tell you how perfect you were while you shivered and whined.
“So delicious. I could eat you for days, sweetness.”
Oh please do.
“My perfect little mate. You’re far too beautiful.”
Mmm, yes, thank you.
“Don’t you see what you do to me, little one?”
You could. You feel it, even, with the bulge that was tenting near your face. And with the question, his tongue aggressively lapped at your sensitive clit until you were coming all over his face with a wail. “Yes Rengoku!” He purred at your call and drank your juices down hungrily. His lips pressed sweet kisses to your folds as you came down from your high, panting and softly moaning. Fighting this was pointless. He’d already won.
Luckily for your given arms, you’d reached the nest, and Rengoku set your limp body down gently into the much needed comfort. You weakly settled into the warm furs and nearly dozed off until you felt thick fingers prod your slick entrance. Your flinched away from sensitivity and stopped him by rolling onto your side. “No, please... I can’t, not again,” you muttered out.
He crawled over you to place a sweet kiss to your temple and crooned into your ear.
“Shhhh, hush now. I need to prepare you for me or it will hurt. You want to please me don’t you? Take my knot again and again until I’m emptied?”
He was effecting you again, but this time you found you didn’t even care and rolled back over to spread yourself for him. “Yesss,” you slurred.
“Yes what, dearest?”
You sighed and rolled your hips at him suggestively. “Yes Rengoku, my m-mate.” He smirked triumphantly and kissed you, on the mouth this time. Your flavor lingered heavily on his tongue, but instead of disliking it, your arousal increased tenfold. “That’s my girl. I’ll be sure to breed you well for being so good for me.” Your empty pussy clenched at his promise.
He quickly tore off what remained of your cherry lingerie, and his tongue worked in tandem with his fingers as both thrust past your respective holes. You greedily downed his saliva as his finger, then two, worked your tightness, scissoring you open and making you gush. You hadn’t thought kissing to be on the table since it was more humane custom of affection. Perhaps he had known more about your species than initially thought and just hadn’t wanted to take that more complicated route of courting you. You soaked the nesting underneath you and he reveled in it, loving how much your scent was masking the bed. The man added a third digit and curled them into your sweet spot, and you bit his lip to distract from the mind-blowing feeling. Just his three fingers felt bigger than anything you’d ever taken before, and he managed to map out your insides in a matter of moments. The lewd squelches of him plunging into your core over and over again echoed throughout the cave and made you all the more desperate and embarrassed. You’d been so strong-willed before, and now you were pathetically letting him ruin you as he pleased. Would he think less of you for it?
As if reading your mind, he gave your lips one final peck and moved down your neck, muttering his praised as he covered the responsive flesh in bruising love bites.
“That’s it, darling. Keep being so obedient for me. Good girls get filled and knotted,” he whispered into your skin, making you shutter. The thought of being knotted no longer made you nervous, and instead made you even more antsy to get it over with. The dragon wouldn’t be so keen on doing it unless he knew it would feel amazing for you, and, shockingly, you trusted him.
You threw your head back and cried when his mouth descended upon your perk nipple, tongue caressing and flicking it. It was thrilling to feel his sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, and you grasped a handful of his thick, golden hair to keep him steady as he nursed. The grind of his palm against your clit as he plunged into you once more finally did you in, and you came with a shrill cry. Rengoku released your breast with a pop, and nuzzled it as he pressed his horns into you once more. Another strong request for you to submit to him. This time you took him by the horns and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Rengoku?” you breathed.
He lips brushed against your as he took them again. “Yes, my love?”
“What’s your name? Your actual name?” You’d be damned if you let him have his way with you without getting his name first. He laughed and nipped at your jaw line.
“It’s Kyojuro, my little one. Try not to forget it in a moment.” If you weren’t so pliant for him, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his confidence.
He pulled his hand away from your sex, strings of your slick sticking to his digits. His lustful eyes gazed into yours as he took them into his mouth and licked each claw clean. You were grateful he had retracted his sharp nails before pleasing you. But now they were out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his hips. You impatiently kicked at his robe while he undid it and he chuckled at your brattiness. “Patience~,” he sang.
When he pushed away the limp cloth and revealed himself, you gasped at the mere sight. It was massive, even larger than the model in the novel you read. Compared to yourself, it must’ve gone much past your naval, and the girth was nearly as thick as your arm. It wasn’t fully swelled yet, but you could see the heavy knot that was beginning to form near the base and was even wider than the swell of his shaft. He must’ve noticed your nerves as his paws calmly kneaded your thighs as your tried to squirm away.
“Kyojuro... i-it won’t fit.” He smiled softly and pulled you flush against him, his cock resting on your belly and stopping a good bit over your belly button. You felt how swollen and heavy his balls were against the curve of your ass.
“It will. We’ll just have to take our time, won’t we?” He rolled his hips, and you gasped softly. Kyojuro stroked your belly as he withdrew to press the fat, blushing tip to your entrance and slowly pushed it past the tight ring of muscle. Your nails dug into the nest as your cunt was stretched so wide it took your breath away. But the built up lubrication did help, and it was only a few moments later the full chunk of his head was embraced by you velvety walls. You saw the blondes eyes scrunch closed and brows furrow, signaling his diminishing patience to take things slow. You stroked his cheek tenderly and pulled him down for a kiss.
He licked all over your lips, jaw, and tear-stained cheeks as he slowly fed you his inches and crooned encouragement into your ear. Fuck, he was big. It felt like you would burst at any moment. But you did enjoy the incredibly full feeling, having never felt so fed in your entire life. Your cervix being forced to stretch to the back of your uterus felt a bit nauseating at first, but with time (and praise) your body soon adapted. It was a very instinctually primary thought, but you felt giddy knowing such a large thing would be able to breed your womb well. It was like the dragon’s own need to mate was infecting you as well, even causing you to bite and lick over his features as he was doing yours. And for the first time in your life, your finally realized why they partook in such primitive ways - it felt fucking good.
With one final pitch forth, he was fully sheathed inside your cunt, and you hmphed. That last bit was especially thick, and you knew it was because of the developing knot. It was hard to think being so stuffed, but lingering curiosity caused you to look down and witness the prominent imprint that such an impressive cock left in your belly. Shit. You squeezed around him on accident and he whined.
“Careful, sweetness. I want to be gentle with you, but that will be difficult if you don’t behave.” You panted and muttered under your breath. “Tch, I didn’t ask you to do that.” You broke from your haze and tensed when you realized you’d sassed out loud.
“Oohohoo~” he chuckled amused. You quickly put your hands up to shield your self and apologize, “W-wait, I-I didn’t me-” He slapped a hand over your stuttering lips and squeezed your flushed face.
“Such a disobedient mouth. Perhaps I should have used that first,” he growled. You violently shook your head in his hold, tears threatening your eyes but your core betraying you and squeezing him tighter.
“No? Then do as I say if you want to walk tomorrow,” Rengoku hissed. Because he was Rengoku, a prized dragon fighter that hadn’t lost a single battle since his career started and spilled enough blood to fill a lengthy river. But you didn’t want Rengoku right now, you wanted Kyojuro. Sweet and playful and gentle Kyojuro.
“K-k-kyojuro!” you cried into his palm as a tear rolled down your cheek. He left go and licked it up immediately. You sniffled, and he rubbed his cheek against yours.
“I’m sorry, liitle mate. That was far too mean of me. You deserve only the best, sweet thing.” He pressed a kiss to your nose and then your rosy lips. Hesitantly you reciprocated. He was only a dragon after all, it was in their nature to be rough during their rut.
He licked and nibbled at your ear. “Darling, are you okay? Can I keep going?” You stroked his hair back then wrapped your arms around his back. “mhmm, just... be nice?” Kyojuro feathered a kiss to your cheek and purred into your ear.
You held your breath when he withdrew the first few inches of his cock, then whimpered when he plunged them back in, a wet noise reaching your ears. True to his promise, he was kind in the first few thrusts, setting a slow, grinding pace that stretched you out but felt pleasant. The heavy stimulation to the mouth of your cervix was delicious, and that coupled with the tongue he had suddenly wrapped around your breast made your insides more easily mold to his phallus.
“Mmm, feels good,” you praised, hoping he’d enjoy it as you did, “mate.” He growled into your skin and increased his pace and pullout.
“Yes... good girl, keep calling me that.” Despite the growing power of his thrusts, the pain and discomfort continued melting away until you were left in an oasis of pure ecstasy. The hot veins of his cock pulsing against your walls made you mewl in his ear like a kitten. And every time his growing knot caught against your g-spot made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He plowed even faster and you started whining. You didn’t even notice the drool that was beginning to run down the side of your mouth.
“Soooo goood, Kyojuro. I-it feels soo good,” you panted and clung onto his back. Your honey was dripping all over his length and coating his balls, making them slap wetly against your backside. He groaned and brought a hand up to rub your clit, pounding you through your first orgasm. The pleasure traveled through every nerve in your body, all the way to your thrown-head and curling toes. He hissed at the tight grip your fluttering pussy had around his cock, but admired how well you were milking him. You would get your fill soon enough.
“Mm, gonna knot you so well - nnn - pump you so full of my seed until your bursting. You’ll look so pretty carrying my brood.” His cock twitched and seemed to swell even larger. You cried into his shoulder as his pace quickened and fingers pinched your little bead. Everything was so much - the sensations, the pounding, the heat. It felt like the dragon was boiling you alive with pleasure. Pleasure that nearly distracted you from the bulbous knot that was furiously swelling with each trill into your core. Your legs quivered helplessly around his hips with each catch, waiting anxiously for the moment it would fully catch inside you and force you to take every drop of precious cum he had stored up just for this moment. His growls became viscous.
“Fuck - tell me who owns you!”
You whined pathetically and tried to stutter with swollen lips and a dumb brain. “Y-you.” His hand slapped over your aching clit and he bit down on your shoulder. You screamed and tried to think with your stupidly fucked head.
“K-k-kyojuro!” You wept.
You were bawling now, a flurry of pain and pleasure. His ferocious pace didn’t die down for a second and edged you that much closer to what you could tell would be your most powerful orgasm yet.
“M-muh-m-my - My mate! Ah~” He sucked on the scar he forced into your flesh, almost like a reward.
“Good girl - my perfect little one. Show me how much you want my seed. Show me!”
And with one final, dizzying thrust, he peaked. Kyojuro bottomed out, tip pressed directly against the mouth of your womb, and his painfully heavy knot locked inside your cunt. His cock throbbed dramatically, the first wave of cum spilling into your pussy hotly. Fat tears fell heavily down you cheeks as you threshed to escape the lock, his knot pressing directly into your g-spot mercilessly. If you thought you were overstimulated before, you were wrong. So wrong. Now it was torture.
“I can’t, ah ah, I can’t, I CAN’T! Oh - oh please, ah! I can’t- oh my god, hah.”
The plea fell on deaf ears as the dragon’s tongue hung out and drooled onto nesting bed, focused solely on filling you, his new breeding bitch, up with his copious spunk. With another roll of his hips, you were squirting all over his pelvis. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders as you tried to get away, but the more you writhed, the harder it bullied your sweet spot and the harder you came.
Even when exhausted and on the verge of unconsciousness, your cunt still milked his steamy cum into your womb, your belly gently swelling with each sip. Your mate was quite proud of you. Your first knotting and you did so well! He cooed in your ear with each swig and pulled you to drape over him so as to not crush you and the child that was inevitably growing in your belly. Not a drop was dripping past the plug and you whimpered when he tugged on it as he moved.
“So well - you did so well.” He brushed a strand of your messy hair behind your ear and kissed your head. “Absolutely amazing. I know you’ll make a fine mother for our young, won’t you?” His peck felt like the warmest, most comfortable pillow you’d ever laid on.
“Mhmm,” you sighed, eyes fighting to stay awake. Kyojuro giggled at your sleepy state. It would be a while until his knot went down, so you might as well get some hours in. You’d need them.
“I suppose you’ve earned your rest, little (y/n). But don’t keep me waiting long. I plan to take you many, many times over.”
You hummed in acknowledgement and let your eyes close. You trusted your new mate to take care of you now.
You were his little one, after all.
God that fight was spectacular, what an absolute demon of an opponent! Rengoku had still won of course, but wow! What a rush! He couldn’t wait to get home to give you the bloody spoils and tell you about it. Or well, there were other things to be done first, but he’d tell you about it later for sure! You’d come a long way from your distaste about dragon sport, and it was nice to see how much it was growing on you. Such a supportive mate.
The moment he’d walked in, he could tell you were sleeping. He found it so cute how tired you’d grown in the past month since you’d first mated, surely a result of fertile pregnancy. The dragon cooed at your resting form when he submerged into the nest.
Rattled from your sleep from the sudden movement in your bed, you yawned wide and rubbed at your tired eyes. Looking up from your starfish position, you weren’t surprised to find the handsome blond doting on you as he always did when he returned. With one last dreamy sigh, you finally gave him what he was looking for, rolling onto your softly swelled belly and presenting your ass up in the air. He got full view of your pretty sex like this, your hole still dribbling with a thick, creamy stream of the last load he knotted you with right before he left for battle. You threw him a lusty gaze over your shoulder as he crawled over to you. Being so empty of him for hours had been lonely, but you were happy with the milky gift he left in your womb to keep you warm for when he was gone.
Throbbing cock in hand, he slowly slid inside you, stretching your walls as deliciously as you remembered. You mewled and let your head rest against your folded arms as he set a gentle pace for you. Good mate. You moaned.
Sharing is Caring
Rengoku x Fem! Reader x Tomioka 18+
Art by @ OsakanaKidori on twitter
Ask/Trade by: @xxsabitoxx
Gimme a Giyu & Kyojuro threesome
Both men are fighting for the reader to be their tsugoku and get a little too competitive. So much so that they make a bet on who can make the reader come first 🙄
I’m talking low key manipulative tactics, breeding kink as always, double penetrating … different or the same holes, and lastly some Giyu x Kyojuro action is welcome but it doesn’t need to be added if you don’t wanna write that
Summary: Rengoku and Giyu toss you around :) Sexual style
SFW Warnings: Kyojuro is a smug bastard, Giyu just wants you to be comfortable, Kyojuro and Giyu have sexual tension with each other and they take it out on you, Jealousy
NSFW Warnings: Slight Dub-con turned Con, Threesome, Drinking, Coercion, Competitive Sex, Fingering, Spit as lube, Spit-roasting, Throat-fucking, Multiple Creampies, Breeding Kink, Multiple Positions, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Cervix Fucking, Belly bulging, Spit Kink, Slight Objectification, Dumbification, Praise and Degradation
"She's coming with me."
"No, she's coming with me."
The blond's brow twitched, signaling a dwindling patience. "She'd perform far better in my care," he proclaimed with pure confidence, "Your passive tendencies and lack of retention would prove to be... a struggle... to say the least, Tomioka." You cringed at the obvious insult to the brunet who was, if you didn't know any better, annoyed.
"And what about yourself, Rengoku? Who'd be able to deal with your constant energy without dropping dead within a few hours?" he hissed. Another insult. It was insult after insult at this point, what had started out as a formal conversation quickly turning personal.
You'd admit, Master Rengoku had given you an offer to be his tsuguko first, so it was only fair that you accept. But you'd done so much training with Master Tomioka! He'd been there when the former wasn't available and was just as responsible for your wonderful progress.
"(Y/n)'s excelled in flame breathing! Why dwindle her chances at further progression?" Kyojuro accused with slight aggression. His stance gave the impression of nearing attack, and made you worry. Giyu quickly reprised.
"She's shown just as much promise with water breathing!"
"May I say something?" you quietly asked.
"What?!" they both snapped in unison and you flinched. They quickly settled down when they saw your sheepish expression.
"Uhm," you rocked in place, "I really didn't mean to cause so much trouble! And neither of you should fight. I'll go with whoever will have me, I suppose-"
"Me!" they both growled at each other, as if to stake their claim over you. Well, that offer did no good. The two Hashira quickly went back to their verbal quarrel, very nearly on the cusp of physical. Plan B it was, apparently.
"H-how about we all go get some drinks! I know a nice place downtown that serves good sake. A-and appetizers!" Alcohol always did make for a good tension reliever, and hopefully the promise of food would capture the Flame Pillars attention. It did. His bright hair perked up instantly. "Okay!" Tomioka sighed. "Alright."
A few shots in, and they had quieted down a bit, settling for occasional jabs at each other and their overwhelming praises of you as if you weren't even there to accept them.
"A skilled slayer such as herself wouldn't squander such potential on an inattentive teacher like you, Tomioka," Rengoku stated after a long drawl of his liquor.
You gasped. "Sir!"
He stuck his hands up in innocence. "I'm simply stating the facts. (Y/n) needs a perceptive lov- leader." He coughed. "I meant leader." Before you could even react to the slip up, Tomioka had already countered back with a snarl.
"Oh, I'm perceptive alright - perceptive enough to see that you've been looking at her like a piece of meat all night. Have some class, pervert." The blond boomed with laughter and swayed a bit, likely from drunkenness. Your breath hitched when he leaned over to you and pinched your cheeks together, puckering your lips and making you flush from how close he was.
"What can I say? You see this face? Adorable!" He giggled. "A cute tsuguko like her would fit nicely at my side. Surely you'd agree?"
Giyu scoffed. "You talk about her like she's decoration." Rengoku shrugged and purred.
"She doesn't mind."
He looked over and turned your head with his firm grip on your face, gazing at your features in doting. You weakly grabbed at the arm cuff of his uniform in bewilderment. "Something so beautiful would be wasted on you."
Kyojuro glanced over the curve of your pretty cheeks.
"You'd probably keep her locked away in some dungeon with a training stick to rot away."
He studied the curve of your brow and how they complimented your (e/c) eyes so beautifully.
"But I would -"
He took pause when his eyes landed on your plush lips, plump and soft. Like rose petals.
He could see how delicate they were, and moist. He felt so very thirsty. You gave a concerned look, a bit uncomfortable.
"Sir, are you alri-"
You were shut up with the pure force of affection, his lips merging with yours in a passionate embrace. The kiss was hungry, all consuming, like he wanted to devour your very being. But there was hardly time for any enjoyment when your eyes flew open and body tensed from shock. Nor was there time to settle when you were ripped away to the opposite side, lips torn apart leaving only a broken thread of moisture. You were sure you'd heard a growl come from his chest when you were stolen away. You turned to see what had taken you.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tomioka hissed in a hushed voice. Luckily, no one was around to see what had just occurred. Except the other pillar of course. Rengoku wiped his dampened lips with the back of his hand and didn't reply, communicating instead with dangerous and sharp golden eyes blaring into his opponent, who's own azure orbs narrowed at him.
"You don't care about training her," Giyu said with conviction. His grip on your wrist loosened and you gingerly pulled it away, rubbing at the inflamed skin, a heavy redness still spread across your cheeks from what had just occurred.
"You just want to fuck her."
Rengoku tutted and turned away, not embarrassed about being called out about his intent but certainly not happy about it either.
"And you don't?" the blond questioned with a raised brow. You looked over to Giyu for his response. His lips thinned into a tense line, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. He said nothing.
Your reaction? How were you supposed to react? You hadn't a clue, nor did you want to impede on this battle of vicious verbiage. So you maintained your silence and settled back into your seat, twiddling your thumbs. Honestly, you wanted to see how this was going to play out. Sure, both men were your superiors and such sexual conversation, especially involving their student, was most certainly uncalled for, but they also happened to be two of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life. Their interest in you was not something you were too shocked to hear, given that you'd noticed their wanting gaze and lingering touch in the past. Although you weren't expecting the confession to delve straight into sex, a matured woman such as yourself wasn't complaining...
"And you're wrong by the way. I do want to train her. It's not impossible to have two objectives," Kyojuro defended.
"Yeah? Well, I have three then, since I'd want to make her finish as well," Tomioka jeered. The Flame Hashira hardly thought the comeback impressive and looked off, unamused.
"A capable man wouldn't find that so difficult as to consider it goal. But then again," he smirked and stared him in the eye, "for you, I suppose it would be a challenge."
Tomioka rose fiercely from his seat, teeth bared.
"You couldn't make her come if your life depended on it."
Rengoku grinned, eyes hooded and daring. He raised his glass toward the man. "Same goes to you." He downed the shot.
Painful silence ensued, loud and tense. The thick gulp that swam down your throat was easily heard as it interrupted the quiet. Tomioka turned to you with a soft and somber expression. "(Y/n)...," he muttered, "I'm sorry. I know this must be... a lot for you. I understand if you'd like to le-"
"No, i-it's fine!" you waved your hands at him in clearance when he gave a look of surprise.. You looked down to your lap with rosy cheeks. "I don't mind..."
"Oh..." he mumbled, still a bit stunned. Rengoku chastised him. "Sit down. You heard her - she said she likes it." His smile was devious. The brunet glared at him.
"She wasn't saying she likes it, idiot," he paused for a moment then turned to you, "Was she?" All eyes were on you again, unlike the previous moments when your presence was treated as a garnish. You bit the inside of your cheek and grabbed at your stomach in nervousness.
"Well," you started, "I think... I think you're both very, uhm, attractive and all, but... I don't know." You whined and cowered. "I really can't choose. I-I'm sorry."
Giyu softened and set a comforting hand on your shoulder. Rengoku chuckled.
"Oh, its alright. I don't mind, truly." He set down his chalice. "How about this - I have a proposal." Both you and Tomioka looked him in questioning, you more genuine and him irritated.
"It's just as you claimed before, Tomioka. Let's see which one of us can please her better. I'm willing to share - at least for just tonight." You froze. You'd thought the brunet would've scolded him for such a suggestion, but instead he looked to you, checking for your response. You swallowed. Both of them? Sharing? You?! You weren't sure you could take just one of these powerful men, but both was surely impossible. Regardless...
"O-okay," you squeaked out.
Everything after that seemed like a blur, both men ushering you out of the bar quickly while fiercely scowling at each other. Thankfully, Master Tomioka's estate was only a way's south and took little to no time to get there.
"Stop pushing her around like that. You're going to hurt her," Giyu ordered.
Kyojuro's tough hands rolled your shoulders avidly, his face nuzzled into your hair and taking in deep breaths of your scent. Your face burned and you tried not to whine, gently tugging at the raven-haired man's haori for help.
"If you keep treating her like glass, you aren't going to win the bet~" the blond sang with a hard slap to your ass. You yelped and completely leapt into Giyu's arms that held you protectively. "And if you can't treat her nice at all, you won't either," The Water Pillar sassed. Kyojuro clicked his tongue and slowly danced you back to him with a gentle hand interlaced with yours. You let him, seeing as he'd simmered down his aggression with his rival's warning.
"Alright, alright. I can play nice."
Tomioka tore open the door to his home, stepping aside for you and his fellow Hashira to step inside. You'd barely gotten past the entrance before Kyojuro was tugging your dress off.
"Rengoku!" you gasped, clutching at your falling clothing that began to bunch around your waist. Giyu shut the shoji door with a loud clack and moved through the hall.
"Let's get her to the bed," he commanded offhandedly while unbuttoning his uniform, his mismatched haori nowhere to be seen. The Flame Hashira was quick to obey and swept you into his arms, ripping of the yukata you'd been attempting to keep on and leaving you only in your chest binding and panties. Your body hit the raised mattress before you could even blink. You recognized the structure of it, a western-style bed that was lifted a couple feet in the air.
"Such a elegant bed, Tomioka. Are you okay with it breaking?"
"I'm going to be the one doing it, so yeah."
Everything was moving so fast, your vision blurry. They'd been fully clothed what seemed like moments ago, but now both were completely topless and hovering over you, Rengoku by your head and Tomioka by your naval. And now you were exposed as well as a hand, your not sure whose, tore off your binding like it was wet paper. Another tugged down your panties and another groped your bare breast
"C-can you slow down?" you begged anxiously and out of breath. The touchings stopped, both looking down at you with wide puppy-dog eyes. "S-sorry, I just need a minute to - ha - breathe." You rose up to settle on your haunches, taking in deep inhales of oxygen that you desperately needed. Their caresses of your body continued, Tomioka brushing your hair out of your face and holding onto your shoulder while Kyojuro kneaded your hips and waist. You could the ladder was still antsy to get things going, but the former was patient.
"Feeling better now? There's no need to rush anything," he crooned softly, his rich blue eyes soothing. You sighed. "Yeah... I'm okay now."
He tucked a delicate strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek, looking fondly into your gaze. "Can I-" he whispered, "Can I kiss you?" You gulped and brought your own paw up to embrace his.
He smiled and drew in, carefully taking your lips into his with a small peck. Then another. Then another, deeper this time. And deeper. Until his opened mouth was mended into yours with tongues entangled. You felt warm hands pinch at your nipples from behind, but you paid them no mind save for a light whine. When their owner saw your fingers bury into a dark mane while the brunet's delved between your legs, Kyojuro decided he'd had enough.
Calloused fingers dug into your cheeks and plucked your lips away from Giyu's, saliva dripping down your tongue. He force your face in his direction, merging his own maw with yours and consuming your tongue. You gave a surprised muffle but quickly melted into it, letting the man devour you.
Tomioka growled. "You didn't even ask her first." Kyojuro gave him a harsh flickering glance only to communicate his lack of care before looking back to you. Giyu frowned, brows furrowed and brought his hand up from between your thighs to brush along your labia, earning him a shudder and whine. Diving further, he parted your lips, petting through them slowly several times to gather wetness before rubbing tight circles on your twitching bundle of nerves. You cried into the blond's mouth, nearly biting his tongue from the influx of pleasure.
Rengoku knew what the other man was doing, trying to steal your attention and favor by keeping you sensitive and needy. But he'd waited far too long for this chance to ravage you, and he wasn't about to waste it with tedious preparations. He, too, dropped a hand down to your sex, his other still kept on your perk breast to fondle as your tongues danced. You were already so wet, so wanting. Despite your dripping arousal, pressing a single digit into you proved to be a tight fit. He smirked into your lips as he swallowed your sweet sounds of desperation while his finger worked into you.
Both of them, knowingly or not, were humping against you, Giyu the front of your hip and Kyojuro your backside. You could feel their thick, clothed bulges rub against your flesh, hot and throbbing and begging to be let free. Hands seemed to be everywhere, theirs either tending to your dripping pussy or groping at your breasts and yours helplessly clutching at their manes of wild hair.
You tore away from Kyojuro's tongue with a gasp, swallowing mouthfuls of air as you'd forgotten your own need for oxygen with the growing passion. But the break was short-lived as Giyu's hungry lips replaced them. Rengoku growled behind you, obviously irritated about his loss of wet contact, and thrust another finger into you, working your slick insides more quickly. He could feel you squeeze around him and cooed at your effortless tightness. You were going to take him so well, he'd make sure of it. But that involved getting your cute little cunt to relax. His digits maneuvered scissoring motions inside of you, stretching you open and curling into your sweet spots. Your delicate honey dripped down his fist and splashed onto Giyu's, which was still swirling rhythmically about your clit.
Giyu marveled at how reactive you were, so obedient and zealous in reciprocating his loving of your lips. Your lustful sex twitched under his touch and rocked into his hand so fervently, it was adorable. And the little mewls you made that echoed into his throat made him all the more wanting of you and your generous body. He tried not to get fussy when he noticed the blond start thrusting his perverse fingers into you, or now when he began marking your beautiful neck and shoulders with his greedy lips and teeth. He relished the movement of your form into his, but hated that it was caused by his opponent ravishing you in bruising blemishes over your sensitive skin. Sharing was definitely getting on his nerves. But he could stand it a bit longer if it meant bringing you pleasure.
Rengoku gave one last hickey to the curve of your shoulder before pulling away, licking his lips of your sweet taste. With one final thrust of his digits into your good spot, you were crying out in release, shaking on your knees where you were sandwiched between the two strong Hashira. Parting from your lips, Giyu kissed around your face, giving your clit a few more flicks to ride out your high. There was something just so exhilarating about having both of them touch you at the same time, working together to bring you satisfaction despite their differences. You panted out your praise of them.
"That- hah- was good. Th-thank you..." You could be embarrassed about your awkwardness later when your brain was less jumbled. Kyojuro chuckled and turned your face to smooch your drooling lips.
"That was my point by the way," Giyu said and brushed your sweaty hair back.
Kyo smirked into your mouth and mumbled. "I'm so generous that I'll allow it."
The blond stepped off the bed, rustling his hakama pants down his hips. "That's enough waiting. I have a point to prove." Tomioka rolled his eyes and looked to you with caring eyes. "Are you ready, (y/n)?" he whispered. You bit your lips and nodded, and he gave you a smile and a kiss to your forehead. Then he stepped back and began pulling off the rest of his clothing as well.
You had to admit that their differences in body language were quite balancing. What Rengoku lacked in tenderness, he made up for in passion, and what Tomioka lacked in aggression, he made up for in gentleness. The perfect mixture. Hell, their battle was even making things better for you. If Kyojuro was being too harsh, Giyu would scold him, and if Giyu was being too soft, Kyo would edge him on. Now it was seeming as if having just one of them would've been more overwhelming than having both.
"Fine," agreed Tomioka, "but I'm going first."
Rengoku stilled and growled. "No."
The brunet dropped his pants, his already hardened cock bobbing between his legs and catching your unprepared eye, making them widen in shock. "You'll be too rough with her if you start. I'll at least be gentle. You really want to hurt her over a stupid bet?" Kyojuro's nose scrunched in distaste.
"Fine. But only so you can warm her up for me." His pants fell and revealed his throbbing erection that was as rock solid as the other man's. Your gaze alternated between the two, comparing the cocks that just on their own could tear you apart. Giyu's was terribly long, curved with a heavy weight and decorated all over with delicate veins. Rengoku's was in similar length and appearance, just a tad bit shorter but with a thicker girth and a fiery red hue. Both were leaking pearly white at the tip. You tucked your face into your paws to hide your flustered expression. Oh god.
The blonde smirked at his opponent with utter certainty. "I can't wait to watch you struggle and lose. I doubt you can make her finish twice... no - once," he wagered with a daring confidence. Tomioka didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing fear and chose to simply ignore him. Walking over to your sitting form on the edge of the bed, he rubbed down the curve of your arms soothingly and removed your trembling mitts from your face. He could see your nervousness and anxiety and knew his manhood and Kyojuro's would certainly be a challenge to take. Especially in one night.
"Here, wanna touch it? I promise it's not as intimidating as it seems." Hesitantly you nodded and reached out a shaky hand to wrap around his length. Even when squeezing around it, your fingertips just barely manage to brush against each other. You took a breath and pumped your hand around him, calming a bit when you heard him groan and felt him twitch. Alright, this wasn't so scary. You gasped when your free hand was snatched, a larger one taking it to coil around another thick member, this one being impossible to wrap around completely. "Hey now, don't leave me out of the fun," the flame pillar purred in a deep voice that made you shudder. You promptly set about tending to him as well, jerking both their impressive cocks at a steady pace that left them panting. More precum drizzled down their tips, and you gathered the lubrication in each palm to slap back onto their shafts for easier movement.
Rengoku threw his head back and sighed. "Damn, you're good. You do this often?" Giyu threw him an aggravated look.
"Don't say that, asshole."
"Relax. I was kidding. She knows that."
You giggled at their bickering and gave their pricks a punishing squeeze, earning you a wince from both of them. Venturing even further, you tilted their standing cocks to meet, rubbing their swollen heads together. They both jumped back.
"Hey!" they clamored in unison. You let out another cackle and fell back onto the bed. Tomioka pushed Kyojuro away.
"She's ready now. Go away."
Rengoku didn't fight him on it this time, instead backing off and beaming with mischief. "Go right on." He wrapped around to the other edge of the bed, near your head. The dark-haired man immediately knew what the other was planning.
"She's not ready for that." He warned.
Rengoku tilted his head. "Ready for what?" he asked with the utmost innocence. He curled his hand under your chin and massaged the hinge of your jaw. You tilted back your neck to look up at him and he gave you a reassuring smile. "I'm just making sure to be here if she needs me. Or is disappointed." His thumb brushed over your cheek softly, as if to infer his moral support. Even you glared at him for his obvious lack of sportsmanship. You slapped his thigh with the back of your hand.
"Be nice," you told. He scoffed and grabbed the base of dick to hover it over your face. You gulped nervously. Giyu mumbled his disapproval but moved on, spreading your thighs around his waist and moving closer to your center. His cock parted through your lips, pressing at your sopping entrance and sliding over it to drag across your clit. You flinched at the sensitive contact until Kyojuro stole your attention by lacing his fingers into your hair and tipping back your head. He let the sodden tip hit your lips, glowing eyes hooded over.
"Give it a kiss."
You blinked up at him, timid. He chuckled and rolled his hips, rubbing his swollen flesh over your plush mouth. "C'mon. Show me you want it." You whined with another laggard pass over your clit and did as he said, puckering your lips to press a chaste kiss to the head of his cock, then another, and another. He groaned dramatically, eyeing the man across from you who was glaring daggers at him. "Oh fuck, that's good, ah." Giyu knew he was going to pull this shit, torment him by making him watch you lip-lock with another man's fucking dick. And he hated how affectionate you were being too. Kissing on the blond's flesh so gently and innocently like there wasn't a filthy penis in your mouth. As soon as he saw your kitten tongue peek out to lick off the salty liquid that was coating your lips, he snapped.
"G-giyu?!" you yelped out in shock when you felt him start to delve into you. You quickly leaned up the investigate, the resulting image of Kyojuro's massive length laying on your small head only fueling the pillar's seething rage. He continued force feeding you his inches, one by one, trying to ignore your staggering tightness and noises of discomfort. Even Kyojuro grew concerned, seeing his fellow slayer's tensed expression and hearing your whimpers. But before he could prevent him from going further, the brunet had already bottom out, pelvis flush against yours.
You gave a strangled mewl, feeling the head of his cock jam into your cervix. "Oh god, Giyu~" you whined, your walls fluttering around his veined thickness. You still needed a minute to adjust, but dear god was he huge, stretching your insides like that. He seemed more tranquil after finally penetrating you, claiming you, and kneaded your thighs in his palms to comfort. His hips gingerly trilled into yours, churning your warmth so you could more quickly adapt to his size. Despite the distracting fullness, you could tell the one behind you was getting fussy, his hands tense on your hair and neck. You carefully laid back down on the mattress and gave his cock a stroke before taking the head into your mouth for a harsh suck. He immediately keeled over, not expecting the sudden gifted pleasure, and naturally bucked into your hot throat, gagging you. You choked surprised and pushed him back so you could breathe again, setting about doing the movements yourself by bobbing up and down on the bit you could take. On your other end, you wrapped your legs around rugged hips, encouraging them to start thrusting into you. Their owner got the message and started moving.
Your eyes were already starting to roll back, your pleasure toppling over from the overwhelming combination of having both your mouths filled with piping hot flesh. You didn't even react when Kyojuro tugged you more over the bed to let your head hang off the side so he could better fill your mouth, nor when Giyu climbed on and set you in his lap so he could manually bounce your hips up and down on his cock and rub your clit. In and out. In and out. Each took turns thrusting in you, motions like a hacksaw and rocking you to and fro into the other's parts. Despite what Tomioka believed, having your throat fucked was actually increasing your pleasure, forcing you to relax and succumb to the feeling of your pussy being split open, lest you choke and ruin the flow of things. You felt like a toy, a roast pig that was skewered on either end and tossed between two cocks in an endless cycle of usage. But you weren't bothered by it. No, you loved it.
You orgasm took you by surprise, revealing itself in the form of an earthquake of euphoria that echoed through your entire body and had you drooling like a faucet on either cock. Kyojuro pulled out of your throat with a growl, earning himself an ear-full of the tail end of your moans as ecstasy raked your being. Such a sweet sound could only mean one thing - he was proven wrong. Fuck. He let your peak calm first, thankful that his adversary was too enamored with humping your pussy to brag, before taking a hold of his erection. He gave it a few taps on your chin before holding it up and away from your mouth completely. Your lips chased after him, a curious look on your fucked out face when he refused you his veined flesh. He pulled your head back down and came closer.
"Hush now. I'm saving the rest of myself for your cunt." You pouted but quickly changed interest to wrap your lips around his scrotum, sucking one his balls into your mouth with a gentle pressure before moving to the other. Kyojuro threw his head back and howled.
Giyu could care less about that bastard degrading your face anymore. No, he had what was really important - your perfect, hot, tight, wet pussy. God, you were milking him so hard, just begging him to fill you up. But he knew better than to take that risk. He pulled out just in time, spilling his warm release on your belly and panting. He didn't even have a moment of gathering before the blond was ushering him away.
"Move, it's my turn," he barked.
The pillar put a hand up, "W-wait - hah - give her a minute." Rengoku nearly chuckled. He'd seen you train, he knew you could bounce back in a heartbeat. That, and Tomioka hadn't fucked you that hard. He gave him a push, the other man quickly reciprocating with a rough shove, and so forth. You were too blissed out to deal with their battling and groaned. Why couldn't they just get along already? You used what strength you had left to roll over to your front and got on your knees, raising your ass.
"Kyojuro~" you whined with need and spread your thighs. They stopped their altercation for a moment and the flame pillar gave the other a victorious smirk.
"See? She wants me." He got behind you and took a hold of your hips. Giyu grumbled stubbornly and moved to the other side. He'd barely even gotten in front of you properly before you were pulling him dick first to your mouth and smothering his cock in sloppy kisses of your love that took his breath away. Rengoku didn't bother with tenderness and slid inside you with one swift motion, seeing as your hole was already left soaked and gaping. It was as if the rut hadn't even come to a halt in the first place as the swaying rhythm of bouncing you back and forth on wood return just as strong and consuming. You eagerly drowned Giyu's manhood with your tongue, cleaning him of your slick and his leaking flavor. He wasn't as impatient as his comrade was, and had no issue with letting you work on him at you own slow pace of slanted kisses and a wet tongue. When you reached a hand under him to fondle his balls, he wanted to bust again right then and there. If you'd taken him down your throat completely, he might've.
Each powerful thrust Kyojuro delivered pounded a moan from you, candied and cute. Fuck, he could see why Giyu could only pull one from you before finishing himself - you were tight, velvety soft and sopping. Hell, he was going to need several towels just to clean himself up after this. But it was good that you were so lubricated, that meant you were damn aroused, and would take everything he gave you with a befitting eagerness. He made sure you were stimulated everywhere he could manage as well, pistoning his cock into the sweet spot near your cervix and flicking your clit with quick motions. You were going to be ruined when he was done with you, he'd guarantee it.
With a few more shallow plunges into your center, you were coming all over him, clamping down on his thick shaft. He pounded you though it, tugging on your sensitive bead with two pinched fingers that had you shaking. Giyu took the reins with your succumbing stability and held your face in his hands, rubbing his throbbing length across your cheek gently. He was going to go again after this, so he didn't mind if he didn't get off right this instant. Kyojuro could feel his balls tighten with his impending high but staved it off, wanting to pull another one from you before he gave in. He needed to if he wanted the score to be even. Using his free hand, he loomed over your back, caressing your tender breast with precision. He just needed you to come one more time, just once. And his thoroughness seemed to be working as you arched into him, your overstimulated pussy contracting around him.
This climax was different than your previous ones, longer and with a more drawn out intensity rather than all at once. You trembled for a long time, mouth open in a silent scream with tears streaming down your cheeks. The moment it dimmed down, you collapsed onto the mattress, your bones feeling like jelly. Rengoku's eyes rolled back with the clutch and he grunted lowly as the knot inside him thinned dangerously. Giyu saw.
"Rengoku, pull out."
The man didn't listen, his fingers digging bruises into your curved hips.
"I said pull out."
Still nothing. He kept moving, his pace speeding up to an intense rhythm that made you see stars.
One more thrust and he was coming, spewing hot seed into the depth of your walls that seeped into your aching womb. You gave a shocked pule at the melting warmth and shuddered. Giyu was pissed.
"You piece of shit." He hissed, fists closed.
Kyojuro let out a breathy laugh, his throat a bit sore. "Relax. You took her first, so I at least get to breed her. And look at her." He motioned toward your trembling form and pleased whimpers. "She loves it."
Giyu's teeth clenched and he nodded toward where you were still connected, the man's hips still rolling into your creamy heat. "Pull out." Kyo laughed loudly and shook his head. "No."
Before Tomioka could tear him away from you, the blond had already gotten on the bed, laying down with you splayed on top of him, your back still pressed against his chest with one hand around your throat and another on your hip. He thrust up into you continuously, knocking up into the front of your belly and making you yelp.
It was taking every bone in Giyu's body not to rip him to shreds. He was breaking the rules. Breaking the rules and being unfair and disrespectful. In his opinion, that should cost him his head. They were supposed to split you evenly, and here he was being his usual annoying self and getting greedy. They were supposed to share...
He breathed out deeply and shuffled onto the bed, batting apart your legs. Kyojuro raised a brow at him and stilled his movements. Tomioka scowled at him with a simmering odium.
"You want to be difficult about this? Fine. She's gonna be the one to take it." He took his length into hand and positioned himself between your legs. "Make some room."
Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was trying to do and you squirmed to get away. "W-wait, G-giyu, I'll get off! H-hold on!" But he kept you down with a hand around your hip. As did Rengoku, who was acting out of pure astonishment with the other man's uncharacteristic dominance. The water pillar spit on his cock, pumping it over his inches thoroughly to spread it. You were already plenty wet, with the mixture of slick and cum, but a bit more lubrication wouldn't hurt.
"Please!" you begged. "I-it won't fit!" He silenced you with a hand around your jaw.
"Open." he commanded. You hesitantly obeyed, parting your lips. He leaned over you, giving your bottom lip a gentle peck before sucking his cheeks and spitting into your open cavern. You flinched at the action, and he swiftly pushed your chin up to close your mouth.
You did as you were told and downed what you were given. He stroked your cheek tenderly with a curled finger.
"I'm not going to hurt you, so you can calm down. I'll go slow," he assured, pressing himself against where the blond was penetrating you. With a careful pressure, he managed to enter in beside him, Rengoku cringing and groaning as his cock was squeezed near painfully. But his expression was nothing compared to yours as you were quite literally split open. Even as his promise was kept, a slow feeding of prominent inches, your insides strained to keep you from bursting open, the collection of fat girths protruding from your belly. Your vision faded in and out, no breathe escaping you as you forced yourself to take it. The only signs you had that he was finished pushing into you was lack of further movement and the hard pressure against your cervix.
Both of them were groaning, practically yowling into the steamed and misty room from how choked their cocks were, being stuffed inside your small cunt. Giyu could hardly breathe, nearly regretting having joined the fray when his adversary was packing just as much as he was. He grimaced at the sound of strangled sobs as you struggled to take it. He leaned back so he had room to rub messy circles around your swollen nub. The boys whined as you squeezed even tighter, but knew that you had to grow more wet and ready to go further.
God, you were absolutely teeming with cock now, feeling more full than what you'd thought was physically possibly. all of your sweet spots were suffocated, pushed beyond their limits and making your mind go blank. Seeing straight was impossible, and soon the stuffing began to border on gratifying.
"Oh... oh, fuck - it's s-so, hn," You whined, mouth hanging open and eyes tightly shut. Giyu shifted for better positioning and pushed both your and Rengoku's legs further apart. "I'm going to start moving now, shit," he forced out through gritted teeth. You didn't even bother acknowledging him, instead lying there like a useless heap of meat and bones and drool. Fuck, you were drooling.
They started with a subtle rocking, each taking turns thrusting their hips into yours and knocking against your walls. You softly cried and writhed, weakly grabbing at the sheets to find stability. With each gently sway grew their passion, more and more inches being pulled out and shoved right back into your at an crippling tempo. Oh god, it felt like you were already gonna-
"Ahhhhh!" You wailed as you came in record time, only a few moments after they'd started moving, both doubling over with your suffocating grip. It was as if they hit a reset button on you, a blaring white light going off behind your eyes and making your muscles spasm like a dying animal. You couldn't even control yourself this time, your muscles being too weak. You just needed a moment to breathe, some time to prepare, but they just keep thrusting. Thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting. Using your pliant cunt to milk their cocks into your warm insides. And you couldn't stop them. Couldn't even get a word in as their sloppy aiming hit your sensitive tissue with an unfair precision and kept you coming and coming and coming. It didn't help that small swirls were still being wound on your abused clit. They were full on devastating you now, deep plunging movements that slid into your sopping hole with damn near ease. You couldn't even hear their savage grunts when your brain was fucked stupid.
Kyojuro wasn't much better himself. If he was being honest, he wasn't even moving all that much. In fact, he was mostly relying on Giyu for that part, who was pounding you avidly and creating a jaw-dropping friction against his cock. By the gods, his eyes were practically crossing, balls so tight that he felt he might come at any moment. Oh he couldn't wait to fill you up again, get your pussy dripping with his cum. He knew you'd love it.
You came again, your body failing to even flinch this time as a clear liquid sprayed across your thighs and splattered across three slick bodies. Rengoku groaned into your ear, his hands shifting down to your limp thighs to hold them apart. "Oh fuck, that was hot." He looked up toward the one on top of you. "Right, Tomioka?"
The brunet threw his head back with a raspy sigh. "Fuck yeah."
He sped up his moments, pitching his hips so hard and deep that you bounced back like a spring onto Kyojuro's pulsing cock. Both were close, deadly close. In fact so were you, you think, no quite so sure as you felt as if you'd been coming the whole time.
"We're - hnn- pulling out this time you bastard, ah. I don't care what you want," Tomioka snarled, strained.
The blond worried little and easily called his bluff. There was no way he was could stop himself from emptying inside your tight hole now. But you, so idiotic and drained, couldn't fathom the lie.
"Nooooo," you whined. "Don' p-pull out, puh-please!" Your hands leapt out to pull him down to you, holding his ear to your mouth. You tried to wrap your legs around him as well but the man behind you forced them open again and chided you. "Ah ah, keep those legs spread baby."
"Pl's," you panted into his ear, "Pl's stay. Fill me up, oh please. Fill me." You repeated the plead, over and over, your desperation growing with each syllable. Giyu gave you no answer, only plowing his hips hard and harder into your fluttering core.
Kyojuro was the first to come, letting out a sultry howl and spilling searing hot spend into your wanting womb that had your tongue lolling out. You were next, body going lax yet again as more of your nectar doused your pelvises in a wet sheen. And finally Giyu, his hips stuttering and generously pressing flush into your heat, gifting you with a steaming and heavy load of his seed.
You were demolished, drool pooling down both sides of your mouth and eyes taking a permanent residence at the back of your skull. Your corpse was trembling like a leaf and mewling, practically melting at the pouring of what felt like several pints of cream into your womb. They pulled out one after the other, both making a pop, and cum splatting down your thighs and onto the sheets in a sinful white mess. You sighed in relief as your belly was emptied of their scorching thick members.
Giyu collapsed onto your panting chest, his head swimming and muscles still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He'd never come that hard in his entire life. You feebly pet his head, brushing though his moist hair with your shaking fingers. Even then, Rengoku couldn't handle the uneven distribution of attention and turned your head to capture your dribbling lips in an exhausted but powerful kiss. The embrace revived Tomioka's determination, causing him to rise and snatch away your face to mouth with you as well. You allowed the shifting exchange, letting them pass you between their hungry maws until they'd gathered peace. Only then did you pause the trade, squirming over a bit to slid a hand up to the back of both of their necks and giving an encouraging push.
"Now kiss." you directed.
They blinked at you and whinged in disgust. You pushed harder.
"C'mon. You've been kissing indirectly already. This is no different."
They still turned away stubbornly and you pouted and bat your lashes. "For me? Please?"
That seemed to earn their compliance as they reluctantly closed your motivating distance. It was just a quick peck, both their faces scrunching in disdain, but you were grateful none-the-less. Baby steps.
"Thank you~" you sang before promptly blacking out, pushed to your limit. The hashira chuckled at your tuckered out form and decided to give you some rest. But only for a bit.
The night was still young after all. And it was still yet to be decided who was the better master.
And sharing wasn't so bad.
NO PART 2 DONT EVEN ASK I CANT DO IT THIS WAS TOO HARD