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Consuming Flames

MOMOI

T he darkness of the night wrapped itself tightly around me as I lay in bed, my body heavy with exhaustion, but sleep didn’t offer me the escape I had hoped for. Instead, it dragged me back to the past, to the memories I never wanted to relive.

I was just a little girl again, standing in the cold of the alley, my mother’s face a blur of bruises and desperation as she told me to stay hidden. The echo of shouting voices, the rough men pulling at her, their laughter cruel and cutting—it was all there. I could feel the panic rising in my chest as the smell of alcohol and sweat filled the air. I tried to run, to escape, but my feet wouldn’t move. The darkness swallowed me whole, and then I heard it: the sharp slap of skin against skin, followed by the sickening sound of her voice breaking.

I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my heart pounding against my ribs as the nightmare clung to my mind. The room was silent, the night still, but then I felt it. The bed dipped.

For a moment, I froze, the remnants of the nightmare making my pulse race, but when I shifted slightly, the weight on the bed became clear. Someone was sitting beside me.

The scent of him was unmistakable—Tatsuya. I was aware of him immediately, his presence seemed to fill the room even though the only sound was my own shallow breathing. My eyes fluttered open, the remnants of sleep still clouding my mind, and I realized I was no longer alone in the room.

"Tatsuya?" I whispered hoarsely, my voice thick with the remnants of a nightmare I couldn’t shake. My body trembled, still trapped in the grip of those old, familiar fears.

A low, strained sound came from him, but it wasn’t just his voice. There was something else... a growl, a rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air around us.

And then, as if I were still lost in the nightmare, the dream changed. In an instant, we were no longer in the safety of the dark apartment; we were outside, under a cold sky, surrounded by the same faceless men from my past.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head, but I couldn’t stop it. The nightmare took shape, and there they were, the same men, closing in on us. They reached for me, their hands rough and cruel, but before I could move, a roar erupted from Tatsuya—no, not just Tatsuya. It was the Oni. His anger tore through the dream, violent and unrestrained.

I cried out his name, panic rising as the nightmare collided with reality. "Tatsuya!" My voice broke, desperate, as I fought to move, but my limbs wouldn’t obey. The terror from the dream felt so real, the danger closing in on us, and I couldn’t wake up from it.

The bed dipped further, and I felt him—his warmth, his presence—draw nearer. The sensation felt tangible, as if he was right next to me, yet the horror in my mind twisted the reality of his proximity. Was he there? Or was it just another cruel twist of the dream?

In my desperation, I reached for him, not knowing if it was the real Tatsuya or the Oni, or both tangled together in my dreams. My hands found nothing but empty air, but I felt his breath—warm, just inches from my ear, and the rumbling growl of the Oni made the hair on my neck stand on end.

"Momoi," he whispered, but it wasn’t his voice. It was deep, guttural, laced with the weight of the demon inside him. "You can’t escape this... not from me."

His mouth was hot against mine, and my body struggled to escape whatever this was between wakefulness and sleep. It was as if I was under a spell, my body instantly responding to him. My hands roamed his demonic body, pulling him against me, urging him to help me escape the nightmares that threatened to drown me.

“I need you. I need this,” I panted against him.

I wasn’t sure who responded as the Oni growled and dragged me down the bed by the legs, situating me under him. With a gasp, I gripped his hair and pulled him down for another kiss as a hard, wet, and ridged cock pulsed against my inner thigh.

Nothing about it was human, nothing about him was human, and yet, the very idea of what was about to happen made me slick with arousal.

I could hear him inhaling deeply as he nipped along my jaw, growling in a language I didn’t understand, one that wasn’t from this world.

The temperature of the room amped up as our bodies slid against each other. He thrust himself against my thigh, creating a burn on my skin that made me hiss. It was a form of torture, and I was a willing victim.

Reaching down, I grabbed his cock and twisted it, listening with satisfaction as he groaned above me, his tongue traveling along the path of my bruises.

A gasp escaped me as he ripped what was left of my clothes and tossed them onto the floor beside us.

“You owe me new clothes,” I panted against his shoulder, licking the blackened exposed flesh, inviting the Oni to have his way with me despite what Tatsuya might be telling him.

“ We owe you nothing, human. It is you who owes us, ” he growled against my breast, and I smiled wickedly.

“Is that so? And how did you come to this conclusion, Oni?” I teased, wanting him to let go, wanting him to just take me and claim me as he threatened.

“Don’t push him, Momoi. I don’t think I can control him…”

I jerked his head up and stared into his eyes.

“Make no mistake. I want you too, Tatsuya. I need you to stop fighting this and stick that demon cock of yours inside of me. Now!” My voice was sharp, a command that couldn’t be ignored.

The Oni cackled before biting down on my nipple and pulling his hips back to aim himself between my legs. I cursed under my breath and widened my legs right before attempting to invade my womb with his weapon of war.

I hissed and crawled up the bed. I knew he was big, but I didn’t anticipate him being that big. The Oni dug his fingers into my hip, holding me in place.

“ Where do you think you’re going? ” he snarled, agitated at my initial retreat.

“Look here, buddy. If you want this to go anywhere, you’ll have to stretch me before I tear. And no, before you even consider it, you don’t want me to tear because then I’ll kill you in your sleep,” I snapped.

With a growl I knew belonged to Tatsuya, he flipped onto his back and dragged me across his body, refusing to break contact.

I cursed under my breath when I got a good look at what I was working with. The ridges along his shaft carried the same swirling patterns on his chest as if it were carved into his skin. The flesh beneath pulsed and glowed like runes the closer I brought my face to examine it.

He smelled of masculine musk and something otherworldly. It made my mouth water. Sticking my tongue out, I traced one of the runes and watched his body jump in response, much to my satisfaction.

Grabbing him, I swirled my tongue around his wicked-looking crown that was as hard as his demonic body, making sure to tease his slit. Crawling up his body, I slid his monstrosity between my legs, coating it with my arousal, watching him grimace and hold himself back.

I shouldn’t be this turned on by the war in his eyes, wondering exactly how the conversation was going between the two men. With a grin, I bit my lip and shoved the head of his cock inside me a few times before slipping it out.

“ Do you enjoy toying with death? ” the Oni growled in an adorable threat.

Leaning over his chest, I bit his chin. “Maybe I do. What are you going to do about it? Eat me?”

“ Yes. I will devour your flesh and ki ? — ”

I trailed my tongue along the seam of his lips to the tip of his fang, making him lose his train of thought. “Good boy,” I praised.

Before he could figure out what was going on, I climbed up until his face was between my legs and his arms wrapped around my thighs.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Oni. Because then, you’ll have to follow throu?—”

His massive tongue entered me so quickly I almost fell to the side if it wasn’t for his hold on me. My eyes rolled back as he devoured me like a man holding himself back from the fine line of cannibalism.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I guided him where he needed to go, signaling to him when I needed him to slow down and when to speed up again. After all, I was also a glutton for punishment, wanting to edge myself.

I could feel my body relaxing before tensing in anticipation of the pleasure that was climbing. I didn’t know where they went today or what they were up to, but by the ravenous way he was eating me, I could tell he had some pent-up frustrations he needed to release as well.

Grinding against his face, my hands trailed up the underside of my breasts, kneading them as they had become sensitive from his torture.

“So good. So, so good,” I encouraged, undulating my hips, lost in ecstasy.

I was so lost, in fact, that I didn’t anticipate him throwing me onto my back and lifting my ass up toward his face as he brought me to a climax that hit me like a freight train. Grabbing the pillow near me, I put it over my face as I screamed in pleasure, not wanting to give away our location.

Before my climax could come down, I was forcefully turned onto my knees, the Oni grabbing both my hands from behind as he slammed himself inside of my womb, knocking the wind out of me.

I buried my face into the mattress as he aggressively had his way with me, sliding the futon against the wall. If he keeps this up, it will be my head hitting it next.

“Tatsuya!”

The Oni growled in protest, hating my use of the monk’s name. But we didn’t have time for petty jealousies.

“I would like to keep my head intact, thank you. You’re going to have to—” With a screech, I was back in the top position, his cock still inside of me, his precum sliding down between us in rivulets.

Digging my nails into his chest, I rode him hard in retaliation, expressing all the hate that had grown within me since meeting the monk. The glow in his eyes told me he knew it. With a wicked grin, the Oni came back out to play, grabbing my hips and slamming me onto his cock until I had no choice but to pant both their names.

Another painful climax hit me, and the Oni grimaced as if he was fighting back the urge to truly consume my flesh. He slammed me down once, then twice more before shooting hot jets of his release inside of me, triggering aftershocks to my climax.

I fell over his chest and whimpered as he continued to slowly pump into me with his hips, showing no mercy.

"No dying, human. An Oni's hunger demands far more than that to be quenched.” I was annoyed by the cackle that followed.

But before I could respond, he flipped me onto my back again and slammed his mouth onto mine, stealing my breath.