Warning-R18, content is in this chapter.
Author here, this is the first time I've ever written something like this, i think i did an okay job, try to improve in the future.
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Warabihime gazed up at Zach as he closed the distance between them, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she placed her hand lightly on his chest.
Zach took hold of her delicate hand and slowly guided it downward, until Warabihime's fingers brushed against the rigid outline of his erection beneath his boxers.
With a confident smirk, Zach leaned in for a kiss, which Warabihime accepted.
Their lips met with increasing intensity as they staggered toward the futon on the floor. Along the way, Zach tore her kimono to shreds, leaving her clad only in her undergarments.
As they reached the futon, Warabihime tried to embrace him, but Zach abruptly pushed her down, flipping her onto her stomach. Her small frame lay vulnerable beneath him, her hips raised as she attempted to protest, "Wait-" But Zach paid no heed to her pleas. He stripped off his boxers, his cock pressing against her from behind.
Zach positioned himself at her entrance, preparing to thrust forward.
Warabihime, sensing the danger, cried out, "Stop! You're too rough!" Her dark hair suddenly turned stark white, her features becoming even more striking as her transformation into her true form, Daki, took hold. Her nails elongated into sharp claws as she attempted to escape his grip.
"Don't move, demon whore," Zach growled, his left hand pinning her to the ground with an iron grip. His strength was overwhelming, far surpassing even the supernatural might of a demon. Daki's eyes widened in disbelief as she struggled, unable to free herself from his grasp.
Without warning, Zach plunged himself into her dry, unprepared pussy. Daki gasped in pain, her body writhing beneath him as he ruthlessly pounded into her.
She clawed at the floor, trying with all her strength to get away, but Zach's grip tightened, keeping her firmly pinned down.
'How can he be this strong? A human?' Daki thought in horror, her demonic strength proving utterly useless against him. Her breath hitched as she felt the searing pain coursing through her, mixed with a strange sensation that left her body helplessly reacting.
Zach, oblivious to her agony, was lost in his own satisfaction. His massive hand slammed against the floor beside Daki's head, steadying himself. It was then that she noticed something even more terrifying-his hand was no longer human. It was large, covered in coarse grey fur, with long black claws resembling that of a wild beast.
'What is he...?' Daki thought in shock, as her vision blurred. She passed out, overcome by a mix of pain, humiliation, and twisted pleasure, her body going limp beneath him.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Entertainment District, four Demon Slayers walked in-Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, accompanied by Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. Their mission was simple: investigate reports of a powerful demon hiding within the district. Unbeknownst to them, something far more dangerous was already in play.
Back in the village, Ali remained secluded in his room, continuing his relentless training. His breathing style was improving at a remarkable pace, a testament to his innate talent. Ali's ability to push his limits with reckless abandon, without fear of injury thanks to his rapid healing, allowed him to master techniques far quicker than most. Even on his Earth, Ali would rapidly learn martial arts at an inhuman rate, the combination of raw talent and the ability to experiment difficult moves without any care for strain or injury allowed him to excel.
Hours passed. Zach stood by the window of Daki's room, looking out at the bustling nightlife of the district. Behind him, Daki lay naked on the futon, her body covered in his cum, still unconscious from the brutal encounter.
"I always wondered what it'd be like to fuck a demon from this world. That was something else," Zach mused to himself, turning away from the window. A small white piece of paper materialised in his hand, and he casually placed it atop Daki's chest, leaving a message scrawled in an elegant script. Satisfied, Zach dressed himself and left the room through the rooftop, leaping from building to building with unnatural speed.
As night settled in, at the Ubuyashiki mansion, an emergency had already been declared. Four foreigners, dressed in strange attire, had arrived uninvited. This unprecedented event caused immediate concern, and three of the Hashira-the Stone Hashira, the Love Hashira, and Shinobu-rushed to the scene.
Back at the Butterfly Mansion, Ali stood in the middle of his room, holding his spear firmly in both hands. Black markings spiralled around the spear, swirling like a dark vortex as Ali struggled to control the immense power. The weapon trembled under the strain of his breathing style, but Ali inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly, focusing the energy until the markings moved in a controlled, precise pattern. The strain on the spear lessened, but the power remained potent, a perfect balance of control and strength.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
A sharp tapping broke his concentration. Ali frowned, opening the door to find the silver eagle perched on the ground, its metallic feathers gleaming in the moonlight.
"A group of foreigners wearing strange clothes have entered headquarters, escorted by the Hashira," the eagle reported in its metallic voice.
Ali narrowed his eyes. "It's time," he muttered under his breath.
Quickly, he left his room and found one of the attendants of the mansion. "I'm leaving headquarters for a while to train. If Shinobu asks, tell her l'll be back in a few days," he instructed.
Without waiting for a response, Ali gathered his spear and a large bag filled with rations before heading outside. He climbed to the roof of the Butterfly Mansion and crouched low, waiting. The silver eagle landed on his arm, its sharp eyes scanning the street below.
"They'll pass by here in two minutes," the eagle informed him.
Ali grinned to himself, lowering his profile further to remain unseen. 'Let's see what these foreigners are made of', he thought, watching intently as the group approached.
The four foreigners, accompanied by the three Hashira, walked past the mansion.
Ali's keen eyes studied them in silence. 'The guy in the suit walks with the confidence of a leader. The two figures shrouded in hoodies move quietly, their presence nearly imperceptible, Stealth operatives, without a doubt' Ali concluded. But it was the blonde woman that caught his attention the most. She moved with a fiery energy, radiating power as if she were constantly burning from within. Her very presence was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the blonde-Julia-stopped in her tracks. Her eyes glowed a vibrant red, resembling flames. She turned sharply toward the roof where Ali was hiding. It was a skill she had, she would be able to detect anyone who had killing intent for her in a radius of fifty meters.
The Hashira, startled by her glowing eyes, exchanged wary glances, but the twins in the hoodies reacted instantly, they knew about Julia's skill. They vanished in a blur, appearing on the roof with ninja knives in hand, searching for the source of the killing intent.
Despite their heightened senses and sharp instincts, they found nothing. Leo, the male twin, inspected the roof for any sign of tracks or movement but found none.
He glanced back at the man in the suit, shaking his head. "Nothing," he whispered.
Mark, the man in the suit, singled for the twins to rejoin the group. They continued their journey toward the Ubuyashiki mansion as Julia explained her ability to detect hostile intent. The Hashira grew even more suspicious of their foreign guests.
Far above them, Ali watched as the group disappeared from sight. Standing on a high tree branch in the forest surrounding headquarters, the silver eagle perched on his shoulder.
"She sensed me, which should be impossible. Magic, no doubt," Ali mused aloud, narrowing his eyes.
"What happens now?" the silver eagle asked.
"I'll keep training. I'm not ready yet," Ali replied. "As for you, keep watch over headquarters for any sudden moves. Report back to me daily, but stay far from the foreigners. They're dangerous."
With that, the silver eagle took flight, soaring into the night sky. Ali leaped down from the tree, disappearing into the forest as he sought out a secluded area to continue honing his breathing style, preparing for the storm that was fast approaching.
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