He Who Fights Demons Ch 7

Good evening, sorry for the late post.

It seems like I say that a lot...and that's because I do. But it remains true nonetheless.

Wrote the bulk of this yesterday, have been refining it yesterday and today. And uhh...I'll just say? Sorry, didn't mean for the timing to be like this. XD

You'll see what I mean.

Here is chapter 7, let me know what you think!

Oh right, word of warning, the chapter opens with decidedly not safe for work bit of the sexy variety.

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They bang. Alright? If that's gonna be an issue wherever you happen to be reading this, maybe hold off a bit, there, warning given, have a good night/day. I'm gonna go to bed cause my head hurts.

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I woke up slowly and languidly, downright lazily,  at my usual time before sunrise. Strands of Pyrrha’s hair covered my face, her back against my front, and my painfully stiff cock pressed against her wonderfully toned ass.

Last night was a good night. Especially since I hadn’t slept until technically this morning, going by my HUD.

One of the wonders of being part Chosen Undead, was that I didn’t need much sleep to feel fully rested.

Carefully, gently, I caressed my sleeping girl, challenging myself not to wake her. She squirmed in her sleep, and when I ghosted a finger over the lips of her pussy, I found her quim quickly warming up and moistening after such light work, so welcoming was her body to my touch.

Unable to do as much foreplay as I normally would without waking her, I lined myself up and pushed into Pyrrha’s welcoming cunt, thrusting into her one millimeter at a time, her inner walls massaging my dick as I sunk fully into her.

Once there, I ground idly against her, her breath hitching and her body squirming deliciously, but without some means of keeping her asleep, I couldn’t exactly do much without waking her, and while the grinding felt good, wouldn’t be enough to satisfy either of us.

So instead, I very carefully covered her mouth with my palm, moved my other hand to her hip, and very slowly and gently drew out of her pussy until only the head of my cock remained inside, then firmly thrust back in to the base.

Pyrrha woke with a stifled moan, trying to get her bearings as I transitioned my hand from her hip to her mons and murmured into her ear. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I settled into a gentle rhythm as Pyrrha did just that, pressing down on her mons as I pushed into her, varying the angle with each thrust, making her breath hitch as I gently pressed into the spots that normally drove her wild. Her hands holding my arms but letting me do as I wanted with her body without protest.

I was tempted to pull her hair back and kiss her, but I knew exactly what she’d done last night with her mouth and wasn’t interested in the lingering taste of my come on her tongue.

Even gentle as I was being, it wasn’t long before the pressure in my nethers built up, and not bothering to hold myself back, I buried myself inside her to the hilt and played with her clit until her breath hitched and her body spasmed as she came, her channel’s milking of my cock driving me over the edge as I spilled my load inside her.

I held her through the aftershocks of her climax, then when her body relaxed into a puddle of goo, I extricated my cock from inside her and let go of her mouth.

“M’hito?” She asked sleepily, her words slightly slurred. “What time is it?”

I chuckled and kisser her shoulder. “You stay in bed, I’ll go make breakfast.”

“Mmm’kay.” Pyrrha murmured and was out like a light.

I chuckled and got off the bed, got dressed enough to at the very least make it to the bath, and set up an alarm to remind myself to open up the window once Pyrrha was up and about, air out the very particular smell of ‘I had sex all night long’ that currently permeated the room.

That I was noseblind to it did not at all mean it wasn’t there.

I left the house, crunched in the snow to the outdoor bath, and started the fire that would heat up the water in the hot water tank. Then didn’t bother waiting for it to warm up as it would take forever and took my shower with nearly ice-cold water.

Thank all that is fuck for my Wild Defense, as I found the nearly freezing bath to merely be bracing instead of it turning my balls into popsicles.

With that done, I nodded at Pa Kamado who was currently going through the Hinokami Kagura at Tai-Chi speed, using it as a meditative aid if I was any judge, and I got rice out of my pocket space in my apartment, as well as some meat-market quality pork and bacon, and random vegetables that I could pass off as having been picked from the mountain.

I did genuinely kill a boar last time I went hunting and picked a good chunk of vegetables that grew on the mountain, but with such a large family, and Pyrrha and I requiring nearly twice as much food as we otherwise would thanks to our Aura being unlocked, it was best to stretch the food stores as much as possible.

Xolo fended for himself for the most part, but I set aside a few pork chops to boil for the handsomest wrinkly sock on this hemisphere.

I set the rice to cooking, then chopped up the bacon and veggies and pork meat, snuck some spices from my Apartment, and got started by frying the bacon in the big cast-iron pan I’d ‘made’ years ago. Woohoo for having a personal miniature manufactorum.

With the bacon fried, I separated it onto a wooden plate, and dropped the pork meat into the hot bacon grease until they were nice and brown, then set it aside with the bacon. I tossed in carrots and green onions as well as a whole-ass head of garlic. Now that I thought of it, I should engineer some excuse for having these grow around our home, they’d make for a pretty good supplementary income.

I tossed in the spices, mixed it up with a wooden spoon, added the bacon and pork back in, then at the last moment, rather than just using water, I decided to grab a bottle of chicken-stock out of my apartment and tossed that in instead.

I managed the fire so it would simmer, put on the lid, and went outside to practice the Sun Breathing forms for an hour and change. Following that, I went back to the kitchen and added green onions and potatoes, again, making a note to concoct some bullshit about finding a patch where these grew in the mountain.

I put the lid on again and went back to my practice, the frigid air helping me not sweat too much. After about half an hour, I went back to the pot, opening the lid gave me a face-full of delicious smelling steam. Tasting the mixture, I judged it was a little too watery, so I tossed in some flour and butter to thicken it up, stirred it real good, and set it to simmer for a few more minutes before taking the pot off the fire.

Breakfast made, I went back to the shower, rinsed the sweat from my morning practice off, this time with lukewarm water. Then remembering I was a terrible dog-parent, I went back to the kitchen and boiled the pork I’d set aside for Xolo.

To make sure he could eat with us, I put them in a bowl and set them outside so they’d cool quickly.

Once they were merely kinda warm, I brought them inside, dropped them on his bowl, dragged dad to Sumiko’s room so he’d pick up the baby so she wouldn’t cry up a storm, then picked up the nearly two hundred pounds of dog meat, which rumbled because the lazy bag of bones didn’t want to get up yet.

I went to each room and roused the occupant within, either by gently calling their names resulting in them getting up like with Nezuko, Takeo and Hanako, or by dropping the dog on top of them so he could slobber all over their face like with Tanjiro and Shigeru. Rokuta I plucked by his ankle and carried out. This did not wake him.

That boy worried me sometimes.

Tossing the slowly waking toddler on the back of Xolo and sending him in the general direction of the kitchen, I went to my room to wake Pyrrha up, and found the room empty and the window open.

Going back to the kitchen, I saw Pyrrha walk in alongside Ma Kamado, looking quite content and having clearly just showered.

Not for the first time, I wondered when it would be a good time to give her the sword, shield, and javelins I’d made for her out of the same demon-slaying alloy as my and dad’s swords. I feared that, once she knew they were ready, she’d no longer wait for my kid brothers to be trained.

Tanjiro was twelve now, meaning I had one more year before Muzan learned that there was a family keeping Sun Breathing alive if I recalled right. Once that happened, I’d definitely not be able to keep her here, she’d see killing the monster as her sacred duty, and I wasn’t about to let her go off on her own.

I’d made swords for Tanjiro, Takeo, Shigeru, Rokuta, Nezuko and Hanako. Admittedly the last two were just in case they chose to pick up a sword to fight.

Not that having the swords would do much for the boys right now. They’d be far more likely to stab themselves than be of any use in a fight.

Putting that out of mind, I served the hearty stew, which now that I thought of it, may be a little on the heavy side for breakfast…but fuck it, if anyone wanted something different, they could have gotten up early enough to make it themselves.

Xolo took one look at his bowl, then ran around the house in a circle for a whole minute to the delight of the gaggle, he then inhaled all of his food and trotted off.

Ungrateful mutt.

I served breakfast, the thick pork stew poured on a bed of steaming white rice all but glinted in the morning light, its smell nearly divine.

“Thanks for the food!” The family said in various stages of wakefulness and spooned some of the stew into their mouths where they all stilled.

Well, all but my mother, who released a downright pornographic moan, then turned bright red when she realized what happened.

A moment later there was a confused gaggle of questions and food being shoveled into mouths.

“Hey, Morihito, where did you find these spices? And…are these carrots?” Pyrrha asked over the babbling, stirring her stew and getting another spoonful into her mouth.

“Yup, found them in the mountain.” I said.

Dad was happy to just eat in silence, his smile saying he knew something I didn’t.

I repeated the ‘found them in the mountain’ line several times. I was going to have to go out into the mountain and actually plant these whenever spring came about. Sure, they weren’t native flora, but what harm could it do?

Once we finished breakfast, there were none of the planned leftovers, so I was going to have to figure out something else for dinner, and the kids all ran off to sleep off a food coma.

After a while, Pyrrha did her own training to keep her skills sharp, then we sparred, me with my wooden bastard sword, her with a more recently constructed wooden xiphos and a dipylon shield, though it was only about the size of her torso, rather than a more accurate full-body shield, as well as a few lengths of wood to use as javelins.

We kept the use of Aura for when we went deep into the mountains, there was too much chance of us damaging the houses and other infrastructure I’d built over the years otherwise. As such, I did my best to practice technique, rather than use my significant advantage in strength and mass to simply beat her down.

The shield made that very difficult, in Pyrrha’s hands, the defensive implement was as much a weapon as it was a tool for defense, more than one bout ending with the edge of the shield leaving my ears ringing as it bounced off my temple.

Other bouts ended with Pyrrha on the floor as I used my sword as a wrestling aid, the weapons that actually complimented her fighting style bringing the results of our spars without Aura from a certain victory for me, into something closer to seventy-thirty in my favor, our spars with Aura being an even fifty-fifty.

Father joined in as well, and Pyrrha had a lot more trouble sparring against the older man. We used largely the same fighting style, but Tanjuro had honed the Hinokami Kagura into an artform, attempts to strike him were like trying to catch a flame in your palm, he simply flowed around every stab, slash, or attempted pummel, only rarely forced to use his bokken to block or parry, before suddenly using one of the Sun Breathing forms to gently tap against her head or neck.

My spars with the old man went much the same, though the only reason I was able to eke out one win in three spars, being the similarity in our fighting styles. I knew the Hinokami Kagura and Sun Breathing, allowing me to sometimes predict his dodges or feints. And even then, the only reason my attacks slipped past his defense was the inherent weakness caused by the Hinokami Kagura being a dance, rather than the sword forms they were in truth.

If he practiced the Sun Breathing forms as I had recreated them, it would plug the minute hole in his defense.

Lunch was rice, steamed vegetables, and freshwater fish.

After lunch, I put Tanjiro, Takeo and Shigeru through the wringer as I tricked them into learning the Sun Breathing forms. Takeo was the farthest along in learning the techniques, while Shigeru had already learned Total Concentration Breathing. Tanjiro lagged behind, not for a lack of talent, though admittedly he wasn’t very talented in the use of the sword. Rather his attitude left much to be desired. He was learning the sword forms to please me, rather than because he wanted to, the lack of motivation stunting his growth.

While I forced the three boys to do some cardio to cool down, I saw Nezuko and Hanako working out with Pyrrha giving them pointers. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

Dinner was more fish, and the kids pestering me for when I would make the stew again. I got a lot of disappointed groans when I informed them that it would have to be during birthdays, if only because the ingredients for it were quite sparce.

Overall, it was a nice, lazy day. Just like any other.

In the evening, as the moon hid behind a solitary cloud, I rocked on my rocking chair out front and enjoyed the cold air, Xolo at my feet, Pyrrha eschewing her own rocking chair, sitting on the floor and absently petting the dog as she looked at the stars, thinking.

I’d have to prepare some supplies to go hunting, if Pyrrha came along again I wouldn’t be able to just summon a sandwich any time I felt hungry.

Probably venison…venison and rabbit, though if I ran across another boar, I would’t say no to all that pork.

Xolo’s ear twitched, then he stood, the muscles under his skin taut like steel wires under tension. I knew the posture well, it was the stance he took back in Night City, before he would tear someone’s throat out. But that he wasn’t growling was significant.

It meant that whatever was coming needed to die, not be warned away.

“Xolo?” Pyrrha asked. “What’s wrong?”

I stood and walked forward, my hand falling into the hilt of my demon slaying blade, which immediately became hot enough to hurt my palm, the pommel burning cherry red.

“Morihito?” Pyrrha asked.

I saw a white fedora peek over the edge of the hill my home was built on, followed by wavy black hair. The uninvited guest continued to walk at an unhurried pace. Revealing a white shirt, black tie, black vest, a white tuxedo, white pants, and a pair of very classy brown shoes. A half-cape over his shoulders giving him the appearance of attempting to keep warm.

Even though he walked through snow, his clothes were pristine, dry, untouched by weather or dirt.

The cloud floated away, unveiling the moon, the light glinting off the man’s blood red eyes. I saw him take in my form, his brow twitching when he studied my face…no…not my face, the flame mark on my forehead, and my earrings.

He came early.

“Pyrrha.” I said with the calm of a man willingly walking to the gallows. “Do not ask questions. Go inside, gather the family, run with them into the woods, no matter what, do not come back until morning.”

“Morihito?” She asked, alarmed.

“No time!” I hissed without taking my eyes off the monster. “For once, Pyrrha, don’t question me! You are unarmed and won’t be able to affect what happens next. I need to know my family will be safe, so please Pyrrha, do as I say.”

She was quiet for an eternity but eventually bit out. “You better be here in the morning to explain yourself.”

“I intend to.” I said, and as I heard her rush into the house, I walked down the porch into the snow, toward the man.

The man’s expression showed curiosity as he examined the house I’d built, as well as the shower and the outhouse. For all the world acting as if my presence was inconsequential to him.

And yet, I could feel his attention, his desire for my death so immense it was a nearly physical force.

As I came close enough to talk without shouting.

Close enough to strike.

I bared my teeth in something that absolutely was not a smile.

“Hey there stranger.” I said, my tone so jovial it was obvious I was mocking him. “You look mighty pale. Sickly even. Like death warmed over.”

The pale face of the seemingly young man in front of me pinched in slight annoyance, as if he’d stepped on an errant bit of dog shit, but the slitted pupils in his eyes dilated, my teeth ached as I could taste his bloodlust. “You, are most unpleasant.” He said in a resonant, rich voice. “To meet a weary traveler in this cold night and greet him with such an insult.”

It was a struggle not to let my lip curl in disgust, but I managed. “Oh, if I were to meet a weary traveler, I would welcome them with open arms.” My brow furrowed in disgust against my will. “But we both know you are neither. You are a diseased corpse created by noxious alchemy and kept ambulatory by sacrificing the blood and lives of the innocent. You are deserving of no welcome, no aid, and no hospitality.”

His jaw tightened at my words. “I had considered being merciful, but you are clearly not worth wasting good manners on.”

I slowly drew my sword, the coal-black blade hissing into a bright orange the instant it cleared the scabbard, the signature +VLFBERH+T standing out starkly in its blood-red letters along the flat. It was muted, but I was able to see the whole-body shudder as his eyes flickered to the blade, then away from it.

“You do not know what mercy is.” I growled. “But on the interest of I really don’t feel like dealing with your shit right now. If you turn around, and politely fuck off, I won’t go after you and gut you like a fish.”

The veins of his face bulged grotesquely before he was once again just a handsome young man. “You think quite highly of yourself.”

“No.” I shot back. “It merely falls to me to take care of the trash.”

His hand spasmed, it was quick, a bulging of flesh that began somewhere above the sleeve of his suit and traveled in a wave down his hand, when it ended, the nails of his right hand had elongated and had become fleshy and razor sharp, purple with the blood concentrated on them.

I brought the sword forward, settling into a basic stance, keeping the blade between him and me. The glow of the blade reflecting off his face, I saw the top layers of the skin of his cheeks crisping and falling away into ash as his deceased flesh couldn’t withstand it.

I waited, glaring into his blood-red gaze, I wanted to strike first, but the longer he hesitated, the more time my family would have to run into the woods.

There was no sound other than my breathing, and the sizzle of the occasional snowflake that came too close to my sword and vaporized.

His right hand twitched.

And then nearly two hundred pounds of dog chomped down on his neck and used it as a pivot point, swinging around him, tearing his throat out and nearly decapitating him.