He Who Fights Demons Ch 5
Okay, not gonna lie, I thought I finished this chapter back on Thursday.
Then yesterday I sat down to do editing, and the second half of the chapter happened. Giving me quite the surprise!
Which is the reason why the post is today instead of yesterday.
Also, word of warning. This chapter contains The Sex. And not the 'they kissed with clothes on and the screen faded to black' sex neither.
In fact, my initial plan had the scene going a different direction. I thought pretty hard about changing the way the scene was going, then remembered this is a Waifu Catalog story. Maybe I should add a 'porn with plot' tag?
Word of warning the second. I remain a relative novice at writing sex scenes. So let me know in a comment what works and what doesn't.
Anyways, here is the next chapter of He Who Fights Demons.
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I pounded away at the heated metal bar, slowly flattening it out from the squat cylindrical puck it currently was. Once I was satisfied with my progress, I stuffed it back into the coals and changed the gear setting on the bellows so the water wheel would once again pump them for me, the charcoal quickly spewing out a foot tall flame.
Crucible steel was a bitch to work with, but it was also the most believable way to make acceptable quality steel with primitive technology.
A farce I was forced to keep up, what with my current lack of ability to have proper me time.
“I understand your reticence, but we have an obligation to do something!” Said the redheaded primary reason for my lack of me time, picking up where she’d left off, courteous enough to be silent while I worked so as to not break my concentration while I worked the metal.
“You clearly don’t understand my reticence if you are still using that same argument.” I said in my customary monotone.
“Morihito I—”
I slashed a hand through the air, cutting through her words. “Yes, I have the semi-magic anti-demon martial art. Yes, I made two anti-demon swords. Yes, thanks to you, I now have Aura, and through your training, I’ve become competent at its use.”
“Competent!?” She spat, her face flushed with anger as she took a step closer to me, her emerald eyes blazing with indignation as she glared at me, her hands clenched into fists at her side. “In less than a month you’ve become more adept at its use than some of the Huntsmen and Huntresses I’ve competed against! You are truly gifted in the art of combat! More than anyone I’ve ever met!”
“None of which changes the fact.” I ground out, my voice trembling with the effort of maintaining a seeming lack of emotion. “That my leaving would leave my family exposed.”
“Your family has your father!” Pyrrha hissed. “A veteran warrior, a master of the art! Most people out there don’t have that!”
“And if I weren’t here.” I said through grit teeth. “Then that Master would have come home from doing his duties as a husband to find his entire family massacred.”
Pyrrha had the decency to look away at that, but she did not relent. “Many families out there are facing the same. Without anyone to protect or avenge them.”
“And I feel for them.” I said, finally putting down my tongs and hammer. “I really do. But my first duty is to my family.”
“Then make me a weapon!” She demanded, meeting my eyes again. “I’ll do it myself!”
I shook my head. “One: you don’t speak the language very well yet. Two: you are not native and stick out like a sore thumb. Three: you do not know the culture; you seriously think most people out there will be as welcoming as my family? Think again. Most you’ll find out there will be insular, uneducated, superstitious peasants! You’ll be lucky to only be run out of whatever town you show up at without some disguise.” My HUD put a popup notification on the corner of my eye, which I dismissed and put notifications on hold while I shouted the stupid out of this girl!
“And most importantly, Four: making one of those swords is a long, involved process and by the time I finish it I’ll be willing to set off with you, because at least two of my brothers should be old enough and trained enough for me to leave them a pair of blades and be relatively certain that between them and Pa, they can keep the family safe. Which means, Five: you are still not haring off half-cocked and stupid and getting yourself killed!”
She arched her back like an angry cat. “You could make me a weapon faster than that! You made your father’s after I arrived!”
“Yeah!?” I snarled back, affectation at emotionlessness completely forgotten. “Well I guess you’ll just have to wait till I get around to making you a whole-ass sword for free on my own time on my own fucking dime!”
“Then tell me what I can do to pay you back!”
“Pyrrha, if you refuse to listen to reason I will make you do what you’re fucking told!”
“You can’t just hold a weapon over my head Morihito! I want to help! To make a difference!”
“People that want to make a difference have a habit of ending up dead! And fucking excuse me if I don’t want you to fucking die!”
“When and for whom I choose to risk my life is not your decision to make!”
“Like hell it’s not!”
“Like hell it is!”
As the argument had gotten more heated, we’d walked closer and closer to each other, until we were all but screaming into each other’s face.
Then we stepped forward and angrily kissed, I took a rough hold of the back of her head so she couldn’t back away. A needless precaution as her tongue sloppily but passionately dueled against mine in my mouth.
My other hand took a grip of her well-toned ass and squeezed as she took my shoulders in a painful grip. I pushed her against the wall of my shed, firmly planting my thigh between her legs, broke the kiss, pulled her head back to expose her neck, then bit her throat over her pulse point and sucked hard.
Pyrrha hissed in pain but began awkwardly rubbing her groin against my thigh. Not fighting as I kissed, bit, licked, and sucked my way down her neck and chest, exposing her tits to the cold air and lavishing attention on them while ignoring the pebbled flesh of her nipples.
She made her displeasure known by grabbing two fistfuls of my dark red hair and pulling my head, pressing her nipple against my mouth with a near-animal yowl of need. I obliged her and used the distraction that caused to move a hand down her belly and mons, cupping her damp womanhood.
She gasped. “W-Wai—!”
Pyrrha cut off with a moan as I sucked hard on her nipple, biting lightly at the flesh of her tit, and following Sticky Fingers’ instructions to blow her mind, I pushed two fingers inside her while teasing her clit.
“W-Wait! Morihito! Don’t, I’m, I’m gonna…” She babbled as her body rebelled against her, her arms pulling me harder against her tit and her hips grinding against my hand, her legs spreading to give me easier access to her drooling pussy.
I let go of her tit, a visible bite mark around her nipple, the skin red and irritated from how hard I sucked it, and with a growl, once again captured her lips. My other hand taking hold of the base of her ponytail as I shoved my tongue in her mouth and subjugated hers.
Her hands took hold of my forearm as I loosened up her folds and pushed her to the very edge of climax and didn’t let her tip over it.
Her eyes opened wide as I pressed my body against hers hard enough to restrict her breathing, incidentally restricting her movement enough that she couldn’t get the extra friction she needed to tip herself over the edge and climax.
Her moans quickly turned to whimpers as she sought release, and I didn’t allow it.
Pyrrha and I had made out a few times since I’d killed the demon. The truth of the matter being, she had my stamp, we were both attractive and very fit, and there was very little to do for leisure in the simple life of a charcoal maker.
But this was different. It was diplomacy by any other means. I’d been surprised to learn that Pyrrha had a surprisingly Spartan view of the world. She had her own sense of right and wrong, but if there was a dispute we couldn’t agree on, she was more than willing to have a match over it, to the winner the spoils.
It made sense, she was a champion, competition was in her blood.
But she held her duty as a Huntress as a higher purpose. Thanks to the Stamp, I had her loyalty, but obedience was on me to enforce. I could only hold demon slaying weapons over her for so long before she rebelled and left without them. We’d argued before, but this was the first time it got so heated.
Pun fully intended.
So, I was going to get it into her head that I ‘won’ this competition and thoroughly subjugate her so she wouldn’t get the insidious little thought of gallivanting off to go kill demons.
Or so the very horny logical side of my brain decided was my intention while I kissed my half naked girl as she whimpered with need and desire, while her love juice flowed down her thighs at my ministrations. Her squirming becoming more and more frantic the longer I denied her release.
I manhandled her over to the thankfully empty side of my workbench and bent her over it, holding her wrists to the small of her back with one hand, with the other I dropped my pants, took my rock-hard cock in hand, and positioned the head of my member against her opening. She tensed and gasped but did not voice a complaint beyond that as her body went taut, trembling with need.
I used the sash of her kimono to tie her wrists together, one hand slid up the curve of her hip, up her back, until I had a firm hold of her ponytail, the other squeezed her hip as I pushed forward slowly but firmly. She groaned, her folds parting, pressing tightly against my cock as I forced myself inside her until my hips met hers, my dick taking up the entirety of her channel and kissing her deepest point.
She groaned and shuddered, her channel tensing and relaxing around me as her whole body shuddered with unrealized need. She was so sensitive that all I had to do to keep her on the edge was grind slowly against her.
She mewled and tried thrusting her hips back, but between the grip I had on her ponytail, her hips, and the fact that I was pushing her onto the table, she just didn’t have the leverage.
“M-Morihito, I need it! Please!” She begged, her breath hitching as she tried harder to get the release she craved.
I tightened my grip on the base of her ponytail. “You gonna be a good girl and do what you’re told?”
She tensed indignantly, then melted as I slid back an inch and thrust forward gently. “I…I…”
“Promise me you’ll obey me, and I’ll let you come.” I offered, my hand at her hip migrating to roam over her body. Making her whimper and wriggle, trying to maximize the contact.
“Please!” She begged, and I pinched her side, making her yelp, the surprise enough to almost give her the climax she wished for. “Please! No fair!”
“Life isn’t fair.” I chuckled as I snuck my hand around to Pyrrha’s front and pressed down on her mons. “Promise. I’m happy enough to edge you all day.” I lied, the way her wonderfully slick and silky tunnel spasmed as it tried to milk me was making pressure build in my nethers.
I ground, caressed, licked, pinched, bit and stroked. Sticky Fingers making it child’s play to keep her perfectly balanced with an ever-growing need for release.
Pyrrha kept her teeth grit and her lips firmly shut for long, torturous minutes as her body cried for release and her cunt begged for my seed. Her pride stopping her from activating her Aura so long as I didn’t rely on mine.
I pulled on her hair, arching her back and bringing my other hand to her chest, tightly squeezing one of her tits and providing support while I kissed her neck. Holding her as her breath raced, her skin burned, and she did all she could without escalating to violence, to tip herself over the edge I kept her at.
“Promise me, Pyrrha.” I murmured in her ear. “Promise you’ll be a good girl, say you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want.”
And with immense satisfaction, I felt the moment she surrendered. “I promise!” She hissed in ecstatic delirium. “I promise I’m yours! I’ll be your good girl! I’ll do anything! Just let me come!”
I tightened my grip, claimed her lips and gave her three firm and quick strokes, her body spasmed, her cunt flooding with her love juice and clamping down as I drove her over the edge and forced her to come around my length. I swallowed her scream, her tunnel milking me from base to tip as she ground her hips against mine. Her climax, so long denied, burned through her in a manner bordering on violent as every muscle in her body went taut, a convulsion shaking her as I roughly played with her clit, extending her orgasm to the point it became painful and ecstasy melded into fear.
But her promise, reinforced by the Stamp, held strong, and she did not fight as I played her body like a violin. I eased up on the stimulation, leading her gently down from painful ecstasy. I broke the kiss to let her more easily breathe as I gently lowered her to rest her body on the workbench, her legs two limp noodles.
She stiffened when I grabbed her hips with both hands and adjusted my stance. She looked over her shoulder at me, fearful and teary eyed. “M-Morihito?”
I gave her a serene smile. “What? I didn’t come.”
She shuddered, her pussy squeezing my hard, pulsing dick. “C-Can I have a minute? I can’t feel my legs.”
I gripped the base of her ponytail again and happily murmured. “No.”
I drew my cock out until only the head was inside her, and thrust it roughly back in, our hips meeting with a noisy slap and a keening whine from Pyrrha.
Whines that quickly morphed to whimpers as I settled into a steady, fast, demanding rhythm.
Of course, keyed up as I was, I didn’t last long as I freely took my pleasure, but between how sensitive Pyrrha was at the moment and the roadmap provided by Sticky Fingers, I didn’t need to. I made her come again, burying myself inside her to the base and using her climax to tip over my own edge, releasing my load directly against her deepest point while her tunnel did its very best to wring every drop out of my cock. Our bodies locked taut by our shared climax, before the both of us relaxed, with me laying my body over hers and absently licking the skin between her shoulder blades.
I drew my cock out of her, then helped her walk bowlegged to the cot I kept in my workshop. Then finally I had the mental bandwidth to shut off the bellows providing oxygen to the coals before making my way to the cot and the beautiful girl currently doing her best to try and become a sweaty pile of goo.
The rise and fall of her chest, and what it did to her beautiful, large, teardrop tits was mesmerizing.
And between Sexual Calibration and a small application of Sun Breathing, mini-me was back up to full mast. I grabbed her ankles and raised them so they rested at my shoulders as I knelt between her legs. Her eyes widening as she first felt, then saw my very stiff dick resting between the lips of her pussy.
She swallowed thickly and spoke in an exhausted, tremulous voice. “I-I thought boys needed some time before they could go another round.”
I chuckled as I leaned forward, keeping her legs trapped against my chest and shoulders as I loomed over her and bent her into a mating press. I positioned myself at her entrance and said. “I guess I’m built different.”
“W-Wai—” Was as far as I let her get before I thrust into her to the base, driving the air out of her lungs in a surprised huff.
I once again captured her lips and shoved my tongue into its new favorite place in her mouth as I pounded in and out of her at a fast, demanding, and thoroughly selfish pace. Swallowing my girl’s moans, whimpers, and screams as I fucked her until she came around my cock, then kept going into her next climax. Filling her with my seed at leisure. I’d waited quite a long time for this and refused to stop until I had my fill.
Besides, it would do well to hammer into her head what she’d be giving up if she decided to go haring off into the sunset to play hero.
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Kamado Nezuko was not a worldly girl. She was born the daughter of a humble man, she grew up in a home too small for the family that her parents made. Her father made enough to get by, and to have the occasional treat, but this did mean that the clothes she and her siblings wore were hand-me-downs that had been repaired countless times, heading into town to buy supplies was something akin to a holiday celebration. And while they always had enough to eat, thanks largely to her eldest brother’s habit of hunting and gathering from the wilder areas of the mountain they lived in. Kamado Nezuko had not grown up in luxury.
She was not a worldly girl. But neither was she stupid, nor simple minded.
To Nezuko, it had always been normal to have an elder sibling who not only had an answer to any question put to him but could go into long and extreme detail about any subject matter.
It had always been normal to wash her hands before touching her food, to not allow dust or any such particulate to enter her body. Not because of yokai, or kami, or demons. But because bacteria and viruses, creatures so small they were invisible to the naked eye, so simple that it could be debated they weren’t ‘creatures’ at all, covered all things and being clean lessened their ability to harm her.
It had always been normal to learn that most of the stars she saw at night, were like the Sun, but so very far away. It was normal to learn that the sun was akin to a factory, creating the building blocks that themselves created everything she saw. The ground beneath her feet, the meat and bones of the animals they ate, the very air she breathed. All was made in stars, an unfathomably long time ago.
It had always been normal to use mathematics to predict a number of outcomes; ranging from how far a ball would bounce, how much something would weigh, or whether or not something would hold the weight being placed upon it.
Meeting other boys, other families, had at first come as an unwelcome surprise. She still recalled the shock she felt when she’d asked the older brother of a friend she had made in town, why it was that storm clouds were grey, and he hadn’t known. It felt alien, almost sacrilegious. The very concept that an eldest brother would not have an answer to a question had been unfathomable.
Incidentally, when she’d asked Morihito, he’d explained that there are many factors that go into what color Nezuko perceived the clouds to be. Ranging from atmospheric dust, to the angle at which the light from the sun was striking the world, but the main one for her inquiry was the amount of water molecules thickening into water droplets, absorbing more light, letting less light pass through, so the color she perceived was a darker grey, rather than the fluffy white she saw when the clouds didn’t have as much water in their makeup.
The explanation following her question about what an ‘atmospheric’ was, had also been entertaining and enlightening.
Before, it had always been normal that her brother could answer any question in detail. After? That was when Nezuko realized her oldest brother was special.
Nezuko loved her father and mother. But her younger siblings had all been born after the sickness had ravaged his body. They didn’t see him wither as they themselves grew. They didn’t see their oldest brother take up more and more of the duties that had at one point been their father’s.
They, like Nezuko, had not realized how rare it was for an older sibling to shoulder all the burdens a father had, and not even let them realize the weight of them.
And now…their father was cured and back to the healthy man she faintly remembered. They wanted for nothing they truly needed. And they were living in a house so large it was positively luxurious, built in an architectural style that was so very unique, designed and built by her ever-reliable oldest brother.
Nezuko also knew the words ‘architectural style’ now.
All of her experiences added up to one fact.
There was nobody she admired more than Kamado Morihito.
The addition of Pyrrha to their household had been quite a surprise. But what had been even more of a surprise was that the heavenly girl was in some ways like her brother. Even though she did not speak the language, Nezuko often saw Pyrrha and Morihito go into long discussions, the girl had even looked at what Nezuko called her brother’s ‘number language’ and was clearly able to at the very least grasp its meaning.
Her hair and eyes were a color that Nezuko had never seen on a person, her skin was impossibly smooth and beautiful, she was a giant yet made that nearly unnatural height seem elegant to such an extent that Nezuko felt clumsy.
And she was strong. Easily able to lift loads of wood or charcoal that even Tanjiro had trouble with and that Nezuko could barely even shift. Pyrrha regularly sparred against Nezuko’s father and oldest brother, and while she did not win those spars, it was obvious that victory was not easily attained on the part of Nezuko’s brother and father.
And yet, for all her gifts and abilities. Pyrrha, like Morihito, remained humble. Never once looking down on Nezuko and her family for not sharing in the gifts that the girl herself was blessed with. Never once acting like their simple life was beneath her, and never once, to Nezuko’s knowledge, complaining about taking on a share of the chores that the whole family engaged in.
Even though they had trouble communicating, Nezuko had very quickly started to look up to Pyrrha, figuratively as well as literally. She was, after all, everything Nezuko wanted to be: Beautiful, compassionate, intelligent (nobody who willingly engaged Morihito in conversation for longer than an hour could be unintelligent, her brother’s unwillingness to suffer fools had caused issues for the family in the past), strong, and yet humble. It was almost like having an older sister, to balance out having older brothers.
But something had changed recently. Ever since that night when father went to get a midwife for the birth of Sumiko. Father had remained as unflappable as ever, but mother worried more, even if she hid it well.
Pyrrha and Morihito now argued constantly. They did what they could to hide it from the little ones, but sometimes they returned sweaty and red-faced, and those times mother would speak privately with Pyrrha. Sometimes they returned, showing each other a cold indifference, one that radiated hurt and sadness. Nezuko couldn’t ask Pyrrha, the older girl still had trouble with the language, and could often not express what she felt, and when she asked father or Morihito, both of them told her not to worry about it.
But worry she did.
That’s how she wound up hiding behind a tree, watching her eldest brother ruthlessly rutting the heavenly girl to her very vocal…delight?
At times Pyrrha sounded like she might be in pain, but whenever Morihito pulled her hair and forced a kiss on her, Pyrrha very clearly and enthusiastically kissed him back.
Nezuko of course, knew about where babies came from, and she knew the act that created them. But the uncomfortable heat in her core and the unfamiliar itch between her legs, made Nezuko think that her mother had, perhaps, left out a few key details when explaining things to her.
Things had really escalated quickly. At first, the two had been screaming at each other, then they were kissing and undressing each other, and now Nezuko couldn’t tear her eyes from Pyrrha’s large, perky, pink-tipped breasts, swaying violently as Morihito stabbed his penis into Pyrrha, over and over with intense urgency.
Nezuko couldn’t help swallowing the pooling saliva in her mouth as she saw her oldest brother’s chiseled body and the body of the girl Nezuko had begun to see as a sister covered in sweat from their exertion. She couldn’t help the heel of her hand grinding between her legs as she saw Morihito bending the girl Nezuko looked up to into whatever position he wanted her in, and…rutted her like a prized stag to a meek doe.
She knew she should leave, but as observant as the two were, Nezuko had a feeling that they’d realize they had an audience. Even as distracted as they were with each other. They’d realize, and they’d stop, and it would be very awkward, so it was best for her to wait for the two to finish before leaving.
Or so that is what she told herself.
Nezuko would end up ‘stuck’ behind the tree for quite a while.
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Kamado Kie slunk back into the shadows of the trees in utter silence.
She would need to have a stern talk with Nezuko about peeping in on other people’s intimate moments.
Her location was far too exposed! If the two love birds weren’t as distracted by each other as they were, she would have been found already. Clearly Kie would need to show her eldest daughter the proper way of moving stealthily.
Kie once again cast her eyes to her eldest and the girl he had this day claimed as his. She could not help the grin that came to her lips as her son forced another orgasm out of the young woman, at the same time filling her with his seed. He paused for at most a minute before continuing, his virility surpassing even that of his father, which if gossip was to be believed was outstanding.
Kie had been ecstatic when she spotted her son and the heavenly girl being passionate. Her disappointment when they kept it chaste of all things had been immeasurable.
Oh yes, she was somewhat young to be a grandmother, but her eldest had a Destiny, and those were often both demanding and dangerous. So she’d sacrifice herself and be the town’s youngest grandmother.
Still, young love could be awkward, and she was on the clock. It had been difficult, and something of a risky gamble, to steer the young woman toward confrontation with Morihito. Her eldest was quite perceptive, so she had used only the lightest touch when pushing the young warrior woman toward conflict with Kie’s eldest son.
After all, after a fight with one’s lover, one ended up hot, flushed, sweaty, emotional, and with their heart racing. Which was most of the way to what she wanted the two of them to be doing anyway.
Still, even Kie had been surprised by the efficacy of her efforts. It had been quite satisfying to watch her son play the heavenly girl’s body like a well-tuned instrument, using his greater strength and his control over her to make her submit. Kie may not know the language they communicated in, but after seven children, Kie knew love making, so she was mostly certain she’d read the situation right.
If Kie was correct, Pyrrha had asked for something unreasonable, and had been for a while, gnawing away at Morihito’s patience. Patience that had snapped today, resulting in the redheaded young woman getting…an education.
An education she would likely have trouble remembering, as Pyrrha shuddered and mewled through yet another face-melting orgasm, her tongue lolling out for a few seconds before she visibly composed herself, and lost that composure as Morihito claimed her lips and kissed her while fucking her roughly, urgently, her screams of ecstasy muffled by his tongue in her mouth as he used her to push himself until he came hard inside his young woman, filling her with yet more of his seed.
Kie felt her grin gain the edge that usually resulted in Tanjuro pinching her or slapping her bottom to snap her out of it. Oh yes, not long now, and Kamado Kie would hold her first grandchild in her arms.
All according to plan.
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