True IntimacyNSFW

The soft thump of Kazuko's hand hitting the wall beside Sara's head seemed to silence all other sounds. Time stopped as Kazuko met Sara's pale blue eyes with his own intense silver eyes, holding her transfixed.

"Sara... I can't watch this without intervening any longer. You deserve so much better than she's giving you," Kazuko said, voice calm and serious. He breathed out slowly, shaking his head. "She's my sister. I care about her just like you do. But don't you deserve to be cared for, too?"

Sara flinched, but didn't look away. He'd scored a hit, it seemed. "It's not that simple. I really wish it was that simple, but it's really..."

"She keeps denying she's into you. Keeps claiming that you're just friends. That she's not into girls, not into you that way." Kazuko stared into her eyes intensely. "Don't you deserve someone who's proud to be with you? Who's honest with themselves, with you?"

"You say that, but who's going to risk their life on me?" Sara asked, staring guiltily down at her feet. "I've digested six people alive just since we met, you know. Your sister was almost one of them. You were almost one of them. Even if you are right and I do deserve better, can I really ask anyone to take that risk for me?"

Kazuko lifted a hand, lifting and cradling Sara's chin in his fingers. "Hey. I'm not going to deny it's tough, but I'm not going to accept that the solution is that you should just be left alone. You need someone strong enough to stand with you while you figure this out. Or at least... to hold you when it gets hard."

Sara swallowed hard, frozen. "K-Kazuko... I-mm... mmnn...?"

He had leaned in and kissed her before he even knew what he was doing.

He didn't quite know why he had done it. Maybe he just felt sorry for the girl, caught in a difficult and confusing position. Maybe his usual instincts were too strong. Hell, his big heart had gotten him in more than a few beds, so it could be both.

But whatever the case, she was kissing him back. Standing on tiptoe to meet his lips, leaning into him, tentatively putting her arms around him and holding him tight. Clinging to him like life itself, kissing him like he was her only breath of air.

"You've been denying yourself this for a while, huh?" Kazuko asked, voice low and heated against the kiss. "You really believe you don't deserve this. You convinced yourself you don't even want it."

Sara didn't answer, just pressed further into the kiss, whimpering with need.

"I'll give it to you tonight, Sara. You deserve this much." His hands worked the buttons on her top with experienced ease, thumbing them open. "No one is owed loneliness. Not while I'm around."

She hesitated as he casually unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. Regardless of where the fat that made them hang so beautifully might have come from, Kazuko couldn't deny Sara was gorgeous. "Kazuko, this is... I don't... I don't know if we should do this."

"Because of my sister?" Kazuko prompted, pulling his own shirt off. The little gasp she made when she saw his muscular body beneath told him she wouldn't mind following through after all.

"Because of my other half," she corrected him. She put a hand on his as he reached for her pants. "If she takes over... If she gets her hands on you... I don't think she'll let you go, Kazuko."

Kazuko gave Sara a devilish grin, grabbing her wrist and pinning it up beside her head. His free hand deftly unbuckled her pants. "So I'll have fun with both halves of you. Doesn't seem so bad."

"I mean it, Kazuko," Sara pressed. "I don't want this to be my last night with you. I don't want you to end up another meal for me. I wouldn't ever be able to face myself in the mirror, let alone face your sister..."

Kazuko stole another kiss. "I'm not going to be a meal for you or anyone else. I promise you. I've been around plenty of dangerous youkai. I'm willing to take a little risk to make you happy." He helped slide her pants down her hips, his fingers fondling over those curves as he pulled her in close. "Someone should."

Sara seemed to be unable to argue with this, rendered speechless by the kiss, the sensation of their bodies held tightly together. Or by his words? No telling.

With a devil-may-care wink, he stepped out of his own pants, dragging her toward the bed. "Come on. I want to see what that pretty body of yours can do... don't you?"

"Okay," Sara said faintly, cheeks hot and body eager.

The two bounced against each other as they hit the soft mattress of Sara's gorgeous bed. Kazuko straddled Sara and grinned lasciviously down at her. He pressed her hands into the bed, nibbling and kissing at her neck with a ravenous need. "Mmh... that's more like it~"

She squirmed underneath him, her face still red, and turned her gaze away. "Nnn... usually I'm the one pushing for stuff l-like this..."

"Mmn, yeah? Take your hair down, let me take control... just for tonight," Kazuko growled at her ear. "Trust me. I know just how to handle a girl like you."

From the way her thighs squeezed together and the little squeaks bubbling up her throat, it seemed Sara found herself in agreement. Kazuko kissed down along her collarbone, following it down to her soft, luscious breasts.

"Hh... You've... handled a lot of girls like m-me, then?" Sara asked, voice fluttering weakly as Kazuko brushed his lips across her breasts before lowering them over her nipple. "Ahhhn...!"

"Hm, you could say that," Kazuko murmured, voice husky as he gently suckled on the tip, fingertips caressing her sides. "Just means I have the experience to know how special you really are..."

Sara mewled ever so cutely as he blew a breath over the sensitized, saliva-slick nipple, his hands teasing at both breasts now in soft circles. "H... hh... flirt..."

"Whatever you might think... it's not often-mm... I get to bed, ah... someone so gorgeous," Kazuko teased between slow, gentle kisses. Working his way down her belly with every kiss. Down to her fancy lace panties... which his fingers slowly slid down, revealing her soft pink honeypot. "Mm... thanks for the meal~"

"Aaaaaaahhh... K-Kazuko..." Sara whined as his tongue traced casual, easygoing laps around her lower lips - then gasped sharply as his tongue abruptly thrust inside, wriggling deep into her center. "O-Ohh--!! Hhh..."

Her taste, that intense, tangy sweetness that now soaked into his tongue, was... incomparable. Maybe it was something about her being half-youkai? Or the specific blend of lineages represented by her American father and her Japanese mother? Either way, Sara was delicious, unlike any girl he'd ever tasted. Driven by the curiosity at her flavor, Kazuko worked his tongue in deeper, exploring her inner folds with greedy licks and laps.

Sara sounded like she was having fun, too, based on the fact that she couldn't even string together a sentence without gasping in a breath or moaning it out. "Ahhhhh--! Y-ymmmmhh! Y-you don't mess ar-round, do you? Hhhh!! Y-you're- you're seriously.... Hfff! E-experienced..."

He laughed softly, withdrawing his tongue and kissing her button tenderly. "Mmm, I told you you were special, didn't I?"

"Nnnn... You probably say that to all the girls you takHhhhh!" Sara sucked in a sharp breath, her back abruptly arching as he went back to delving in her nethers. "Fuck! W-warn me bef... mmnn... aaaah, Kazuko--!"

She was real vocal. Kazuko liked that about her. Loud enough that her neighbors could probably hear. He grinned, massaging her thighs with his hands as he played about in her depths with his hands. Let them hear. She deserves to get the kind of loving that gets her a passive-aggressive note under the door in the morning...

Panting, she abruptly pushed him off her lap. "S-stop... stop, I'm gonna cum..."

"Mmmm... Yeah, that's the idea," Kazuko teased, but he sat up, crawling over the bed to her and nibbling softly on her ear as he whispered, "You really want me to stop?"

"No! I mean, yes, but... It's not you, it's just..." Sara's voice dropped to a heated whisper. "I've been bad, Kazuko... I shouldn't be getting rewarded..."

Oh, you dirty girl. I'm really starting to like you, Kazuko thought, a wild grin spreading across his face. Aloud, he murmured. "You're right, Sara... A bad girl like you needs to be punished. But what does she deserve... Maybe she deserves to get a spanking..."

Sara's breath hitched at the word. "F-fuck... I-if you think that's what best..."

"This long hair on a bad girl like you," Kazuko continued, running a hand through Sara's gorgeous golden hair. It looked a silvery, ethereal color in the moonlight. "I just want to grab onto it and pull..."

"M-mm... Y-yeah... That's what it's for, isn't it?" Sara pleaded, turning over onto her hands and knees with her butt in the air. "What are you waiting for? If you don't punish me soon, I'll... I'll be even worse..."

Well, that was some encouragement. Kazuko hoisted himself up and slipped his legs under the bridge she'd formed, laying her across his lap and putting an arm around her waist. "Look at this beautiful ass..." He ran a finger along the contour, making her twitch. "Seems so sensitive. But, she has been bad, so..."

Sara cried out as he brought down a quick, open slap on her gorgeous rump, leaving a faint red outline of his hand. "Nnnh... I'm sorry..."

"It's not just about being sorry, my sweet Sara," Kazuko teased, caressing the reddish mark before raising his hand again. "It's about begging for forgiveness."

"I-I'm not good enough," Sara mewled, yelping again with another satisfying smack. She moaned animalistically from deep in her heaving chest. "Nnh, Kazuko... S-spank it all out of me..."

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"Aahhhuhhhnn... Kazuko..." Sara's face was as bright a red as her ass, and her breathing was hot and heavy. He could feel her wetness spreading over his lap, too.

"Say my name with some respect," Kazuko purred, getting a handful of her hair and pulling her head upright.

"K-Kazuko-san," Sara mewled. "I'm n-not good enough to grace your bed..."

Damn, she's really getting into it. This is her bed, even. Been a long time since I've been with a freak like this... too long, I'd say.

"On the contrary, that's exactly what you're good for and nothing more." Kazuko slipped a finger into her dripping slit, teasing her clit with his thumb and beckoning into her G-spot. "You're lucky I'm willing to forgive what you've done in exchange for some fav--"

Sara cut him off with a long, low whine, her body tightening all over. Squeezing down on his finger, clamping down on his legs. And splashing sticky femcum all down the side of his leg and over her comforter.

"Ohhh... ohhhhhh..." Sara moaned softly in Kazuko's lap, seemingly shaken by the sudden intensity of her orgasm. "Wow... S-sorry... I've never squirted before..."

"Just means you're having fun," Kazuko teased. "You won't see me complaining." He lightly rolled her off himself, then gestured to his leg, sliding back into character as if he'd never left. "Now clean up this mess with that pretty mouth of yours..."

"I would b-be... uh... yeah... yes sir." She crawled toward his thigh, licking at it like a starveling cat lapping up a saucer of milk.

It would be just plain wrong to say Kazuko had been soft at any point since bringing Sara over to the bed. But seeing her licking up his thighs with that level of enthusiasm, well... his cock definitely took notice. Perhaps even got jealous. It bobbed with every motion of her tongue... and from the way her head tilted toward it, she was well aware.

"Kazuko... Do you want me to, um, return the favor? And put you in my mouth?" she offered, her voice suggesting that she was trying to tease him. She was so close now, he could feel her breathing when she spoke. She giggled awkwardly, watching his erection jump straight up at the sensation of her breath. "If you'd let me... I'd, umm, suck on it a lot..."

Kazuko sucked in a sharp breath, his cock hard as diamond despite - or perhaps because of - her clumsy dirty talk. "Well, uh... you have been taking your punishment like a good girl should..."

She kissed the tip gently - her lips were so soft and tender. It sent chills up and down Kazuko's spine at just that tiny touch. Her fingers played along the base, softly fondling his balls, cradling them in her palm.

"Then, if you're reeeally sure..."

It took everything he had not to beg her to just put his dick in her mouth already. The teasing was nearly unbearable, and that dorky smile on her face only made it worse. "You- you have my permission..."

She held his gaze as her lips descended down over his shaft and enveloped him in the warm wetness of her mouth, his tip pressing into her throat and being squeezed by the tight muscle there. It was a miracle he didn't cum right then and there...

"Nnnhh... fuck, you're gorgeous..." Kazuko breathed, shuddering with the sensation of it. For as awkward as she had gotten as soon as her face was up close to his manhood, she was shockingly skilled. Her tongue teased along the sensitive underside of his cock, making his nerves light up like a Christmas tree. "Mmhh, and so talented, too..."

Her chuckle was another test of his resolve. N-nh, I can't cum so quickly... but she's amazing!

And then her head was bouncing up and down along his length, ever so casually sliding him into her throat from tip to base. She seemed to be rather experienced, too... not that he could think straight enough to praise her for her skill. His head tipped back, a bestial moan issuing from his depths. Grabbing hold of her hair, he rode the rhythm, his breathing coming faster and shallower with every thrust, until-

He let loose, his body spasming from head to toe with every thrust as he pumped into the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, not even stopping her ministrations. Her tongue kept working him, her lips kept squeezing him, her throat kept threatening to pull him inside... even as the intensity of the sensation spiked past enjoyable and straight into overwhelming.

"A-aahh...! S-Sara... that's enough... that's enough!" he pleaded, putting a hand on her head and trying to push her away. "N-nn--!"

But she kept at it. Her only response was to meet his gaze - as two glittering red eyes regarded him with a cruel smile. As he pulled his hand away, it brushed up against one of her horns.

Kazuko's blood ran cold. She transformed? When did that happen?! This is not good! If I wasn't mid-orgasm I might have felt her doing it, but-

A trail of saliva dribbled from Sara's lip as she sat upright, and she slowly wiped it away. "Mm... there's that taste you promised me so long ago, hero. And what a taste it is..."

"You have quite the technique," Kazuko offered, hastily backing away and covering his crotch. "Look, we're both having fun-ghk!"

Sara's clawed hand shot forward without warning, grabbing him by the throat and cutting off his air supply. He grabbed her wrist with both hands, trying to get a breath, but she pulled him in closer, staring him right in the face.

"You're a brave one, hero." She cocked her head, grinning maliciously with all of her fangs on display. "I like that in a man. Course... some could say trying to bed a youkai who wants to eat you's more stupid. Lucky for you..." She cocked her head in the other direction. "I like that in a man, too~"

He yanked himself free of her grip, gasping in breaths as he rolled off the bed and to his feet. He scanned the room quickly, looking for anything he could use to defend himself. Where's my sword?!

"You idiot," Sara teased, climbing off the bed and advancing on him slowly. "What exactly did you think you were going to do if I showed up? Fuck me away?"

"I was a little bit hoping you wouldn't be so chipper after some time in bed with me, yeah," Kazuko muttered, backing toward the door to Sara's bedroom. His sword was out there, he knew. Not that he really wanted to hurt Sara...! But what other option did he have?! "Didn't know Sara had so much stamina in her..."

Sara laughed, a low and dangerous sound. From the way her eyes flicked to the door, she knew too - both about his sword, and his unwillingness to hurt his friend. "Hahaha. Poor... stupid... hero. So desperate to save my sad little weaker half with that fearless cock of yours... you didn't stop to think about the fact that no one is going to save you."

He gritted his teeth, reaching back for the door's handle. "Your human half is still in there. She won't allow this."

She surged forward, forcing him to the side - away from the doorknob. Her hand slammed hard against the wall behind him, cutting off his access to the door. No such luck...

"That's where you're wrong, hero," Sara purred, a smug grin on her features. "She'll deny it. She'll feel guilty. She'll be ashamed. She'll struggle to face your sister. But the truth, hero..." She slid down, a low kick knocking Kazuko's feet out from under him and sending him tumbling to the ground. She approached him slowly, pinning him down with one clawed foot on his chest. "The truth is that she wants to know what you taste like, too. You think she was powerless to free those innocents? Don't make me laugh. She enjoyed every second of their demise... and she'll enjoy every second of yours, too."

He tried to squirm away, tried to get out from underneath her - no dice. His limbs simply would not obey him. She was using some form of magic to restrain him, he gathered - he could feel it in her aura, now that he reached for it. "You're lying. Sara's not like that. The human Sara, I mean."

"What tells you that? Can you see into our soul? Can you see the future? Or, once again..." She tilted her head toward his cock, which - much to his dismay - was standing at attention. "... are you just thinking with your dick? Thinking, a girl as gorgeous as that can't really want to eat me alive, can she? She's so fragile. It's just a little risk, and it's to make her happy..."

He was silent, analyzing his options. There didn't seem to be many at this point. It was looking a lot like an unwinnable situation. His cell phone was in his pants, some ways away, and Mieko was sitting on her ass back at home and had no idea he was even here...

... Wait. Maybe there was one option left to him. It was stupid, bordering on suicidal. But damn it, it was his only chance. And if it failed? At least he'd go out with a smile.

"You're right - I underestimated you," Kazuko said hastily. "But if I'm going to go out here - and it seems like I am - can you just- Uh-" His face went red, and he muttered it, unable to raise his voice. "Si- uhm, sit on my face first?"

"... What?" Sara was seemingly caught entirely off guard by this request - a bonus, as it meant she perhaps wouldn't look too deeply into it.

"One last request, then you can do whatever you want with me," Kazuko pleaded, earnest to a fault despite the burning in his ears. Damn it, how do all these submissives make it look so easy? "But if I leave this world without being sm... smothered by that gorgeous a-ass at least once, I won't be able to rest peacefully."

Sara barked a laugh. Then, after some consideration, a longer, deeper, more genuine laugh. "Come now. You're really bargaining for your life by begging to be humiliated underneath my ass? What's your game, hermit?"

"No game," Kazuko insisted. He racked his brain for an appropriate line. "I just... want to be underneath you. That's where I belong, isn't it?"

"Correct," Sara said, superiority thick in her voice. She knelt down behind his shoulders, her thighs flanking his head and shutting out all sounds... and her beautiful round ass filled his vision more and more until he couldn't see anything else, couldn't feel anything else but the suffocating pressure and warmth of her weight on his face. Her body's rich aroma filled his nostrils, making him ache to bury himself in her... her lips pressed up against his own. Her voice was caustic but proud when she spoke. "Don't die underneath me, now. I'd much rather you die inside me."

I'd much rather I get the hell out of here, alive, Kazuko thought, and thrust his tongue into her nethers. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but... she tasted somehow different now, her juices now with a new sourness - and leaving a faint burning sensation on his tongue not unlike that of wasabi. It wasn't an unpleasant taste by any means, but it drew his curiosity, and his tongue thrust deep into her to enjoy more of it.

"Heh. You have a thing for humiliation, huh? Look at your little sword, so hard and strong so soon after being in my throat," Sara teased. Much to his displeasure, this Sara didn't seem nearly as affected by his tongue as the human one was... but maybe he just hadn't found her sensitive spots yet. "Does being underneath the ass you're about to be part of turn you on that much, hero?"

It does, it really does, Kazuko moaned internally. His tongue worked at her inner folds, seeking to find that one right angle, the one position that would make her squirm the way he had her human side... but he wasn't finding it. Shit! Why can't I do this?! I've never failed to get a girl to cum while eating her out!

"Aahhh... that feels nice," Sara sighed, leaning back on her hands. And taking her G-spot out of my reach! "More meals should be as considerate as you. Humiliate yourself beneath me, give me one last orgasm before you're mine... It's good you know your place. I'm really going to enjoy grinding you down to a pulp inside me."

Just nice?! Kazuko thought, starting to feel an edge of panic building up in his chest. Nice isn't going to break your concentration! I need mind-blowing! I need earth-shattering! Come on, Kazuko, you can do this...! You have to!

"Mn. What's the matter, hm? I can feel your heart racing. You were hoping for this to go differently, weren't you?" Sara shifted her weight further onto him, crushing his nose and leaving him panting for breath through his mouth. "Go on. Give it your all, lover-boy. Fuck me for your life. A guy like you should have an easy time with that, right?"

Nggh... She's mocking me now, Kazuko thought. Unfortunately, this only led to more distractions - in the form of his dick aching to be touched. Damn it, I do have a thing for humiliation, and now is really not the time for it!

Sara performatively yawned, stretching up. "I'm getting bored now. Look, if you wanted to get off to being humiliated by me, there's plenty of time for that in my gut. But, if it will make this not a waste of my time... I can get you off, and I can get on with my meal."

Kazuko's manhood jumped for joy, but his heart sank like a stone. Fuck! I'm not going to be able to concentrate on my technique if she's-

Her clawed hand closed around his cock, tugging up and down with a patient rhythm. It was surprisingly soft, given the claws - soft and velvety and oh no... I'm done for...

One pump. All thoughts of escape fled him, and his tongue jerked erratically inside her, his mind going completely blank with the dizzying pleasure of her touch.

Two pumps. He gave up lapping at her entirely and tried desperately to hold back the coming orgasm, knowing that the moment he came his chances of breaking the spell were completely lost. "Nn-nnn--!"

Three. Her thumb swiped across the sensitive tip, surprising him.

A weak moan bubbled out of his throat, his balls tightened, and he shot his load, the sticky wetness splashing down over her fingers as she patiently worked it all out of him.

In the space of that one moment, his chance at freedom vanished.

"There we go," Sara said, as calmly as if a bus she had been waiting for had arrived. Or, indeed... a meal. "Hope my ass was worth it, hero. Really, folding so easily just to my hand... How pathetic."

Kazuko could do little but lay on the floor beneath her, weakly panting as his body trembled with the combined exhaustion of the two mind-blowing orgasms he'd just had. She'd beaten him at his own game.

"No more fight left in you, hm?" Sara flipped herself around and dragged him into an upright position, holding him by his neck with a hand still dripping with his own cum. She looked him over, eyes narrowed with satisfaction. "So long, hero. It was fun while it lasted. But now it's over."

Her lips parted, and she thrust his head into her mouth. Past those soft pink lips. Past those gleaming white fangs. Over that restless tongue. The darkness inside her swallowed up the moonlight in her bedroom and left him blinded, and then he was being devoured, her tight throat muscles pulsing around his head and choking him the way her thighs and ass had. He distantly recalled the way it had felt to have his manhood squeezed by this same throat.

Somehow, knowing that made him tingle with arousal. And why shouldn't it? He'd lost, truly and fully. He was going to be a meal for her, and there was nothing more he could do to stop it. He might as well enjoy himself. His pride would not serve him now.

Sara moaned with pleasure around him, and he couldn't help feeling just a little strange that her youkai side was moaning more while devouring him alive than she had while he was giving her everything he had with his tongue. The moans were good, though. Because between the moans, there were the gulps. And with every gulp, his body was dragged deeper and deeper into hers. Into the sweltering heat and crushing tightness of her body.

Her hands fondled over his skin as she ate him, over his thighs and butt, over his hips, over his belly. As if she were taking in everything she could about him, to imprint this moment on her mind. Like he did, during foreplay with a really attractive woman. Like Sara.

... At least I'm a one-night stand she'll remember, Kazuko thought wryly as he curled up in her belly. It truly felt like there would be no way she could fit him, but she'd fit much larger - the giant lamia who had eaten Yakami came to mind - and he knew, on some level, that he'd fit. But it sure didn't feel that way.

The pressure from the air she'd swallowed along with him was making things a lot harder, too. He pounded on the stomach wall, hoping to alert her to what was going on, but she ignored him. Just kept swallowing him up.

That is, until he was entirely inside.

Her fist thumped his shoulder through her gut, mimicking the action he'd taken. At first, he didn't understand why. Then, a moment too late, he realized why - and failed to brace himself in time.

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The belch rang out loud and clear, shaking his tight prison and rattling his ears.

The neighbors definitely heard that, he thought wryly. Too bad they won't know what it is...

"Finally," Sara breathed, panting heavily from a mixture of exertion and excitement. "This cocky hermit, all mine..."

Kazuko leaned his head against the wall of the stomach, grimacing. His hand went between his thighs, half protective, half... lustful. Still. Even after everything... "I don't suppose there's any way I can convince you to let me out now, huh?"

"My body will be your tomb, hero." He couldn't see what Sara was doing, but he could feel the weight being lifted off his head, and he had a guess. "And these, your tombstones. Here lies Kazuko... part of the very same curves that lured him to his fate."

His fingers fidgeted with his tired manhood. It had been through so much, but... hearing her talk about him like this... "Y-yeah, yeah, rub it in."

"Oh, I will," Sara purred. "I plan to enjoy you to the fullest tonight... I'll cum until you're all-" Her voice caught. "Nn... gh... Now? Why are you so... gggh-!"

Kazuko perked up, realizing what this meant - especially as the squishy stomach walls tightened around him, squeezing him all the harder. It had to be! "Sara? Is that you? The real you?"

"Ugh... Oh, Kazuko... I tried to warn you..." Sara's voice had her more typical soft tone to it now. "I'm really sorry for this."

"Thank the gods! Okay, don't worry about it. You just have to let me out, all right?" Kazuko pressed, pushing himself up toward the top of the stomach. As much fun as this is, I really want to survive the night, please! "These kinds of things happen between friends. Just like with Mieko. I forgive you, just let me go."

"Er... well, um." The world shook slowly from side to side as Sara walked - to her bed, from the feel of it, as she bounced down and then the world rotated onto its side. "... The thing is... I've... swallowed you already. Mieko-chan was only partway down. But once you're all the way inside me..."

Kazuko strained to hear - the stomach was starting to groan and gurgle as acids started to spill in. "You can't let me out?"

"Er, yeah... yeah, I can't let you out," Sara admitted. She sounded like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"... You want to let me out, don't you?" Kazuko pressed, suddenly doubtful. Fear spiked up his spine at her silence - if even her human half wouldn't release him, then... "Sara? You would let me out if you could, right?"

Sara ignored him, continuing with her excuse. "I, um, I've only ever done it once before, and then Mieko-chan was guiding me from inside."

Dread pooled in his stomach. She really does want to keep me. I'm so dead... But something she mentioned was tugging at his ear. Right! Mieko! The two of them are close!

Using his sister as a wedge to drive guilt into the already-vulnerable Sara felt bad, but the alternative was just being Sara's food, and he had a strong feeling his shinigami ex wasn't going to let him off the hook too easily once his soul found its way into her clutches. "Sara... I hate to say this, but what will Mieko think of this? I know you care a lot about her. I wouldn't want to be the reason for a rift in your relationship..."

"Mieko--?" Sara's breath caught, and she held it for a few moments, her heartbeat rapidly accelerating. Then she sighed it out. "Yeah. You're right. Um... maybe if I have her help I can get you out. Just... no promises."

"That's all I ask," Kazuko said, internally celebrating. This is going to work out. I'm not done for. She goes over to Mieko's, Mieko gets me out, I live to see another day.

But it working out needed a fair few more steps than he was anticipating. Like the steps leading out of Sara's home. And all the steps leading from Sara's home to Mieko's apartment building. And worst of all, the steps up to Mieko's door.

And with every step, Sara's body swayed and acid splashed across his body. More and more of it, in fact, as her journey through Tokyo seemed to stretch on into eternity.

"uuurrp, sorry, Kazuko, I know this is hard on you, we're almost there," Sara mumbled, suppressing another burp. He could hear the sound of her rapping on Mieko's door, muffled as it was by her stomach lining.

Come on, come on, I'm losing it in here, Kazuko silently pleaded. "You could try the doorbell."

"I did," Sara muttered back. "Hang on, I think I hear her coming."

Kazuko tried to remain calm. Fall back on his old meditation techniques. He'd learned to meditate through peace, though pain, even through pleasure. But this? This was too much. Thick stomach juices - now up to his nipples - sloshed against his skin with every chuuurn of her stomach muscles. And knowing what - or rather, who - was waiting for him the second his soul was severed from his body... It gave him the chills despite the intense heat of her stomach.

At long last, the door opened. Mieko, here to come to his rescue.

"Whoah," she said. Her voice was muffled, but that was definitely his sister. Relief! "That looks good on you."

"Mie-nee! It's me! Kazuko!" Kazuko called out, pressing a hand against the stomach wall. "I need your help. Sara accidentally swallowed me, and-"

"You're always so pretty, Sara-chan," Mieko slurred out. Kazuko suddenly felt an intense pressure on his prison, squeezing him inward and burying his face against the stomach wall. "Wish I was pretty like you... then I could spend all day just looking at someone beautiful."

"H-Huh?" Sara asked, voice unsteady. Kazuko could feel the walls now squishing around him heating up. "M-Miecchi... what-"

Mieko seemed to have totally forgotten about him. "It's weird you came, cause I was just thinking about you and wishing I could know what it feels like to kiss you."

Does this have to happen now?! Kazuko wailed internally, struggling in an attempt to get to air, stale as it might be. And how many of those chuhais I gave you did you drink?!

"You w-what?" Sara was no help either, her brain having apparently shut off completely.

Kazuko finally managed to get himself unstuck, gasping in a massive breath. "Mieko! Hello! In here!!" He pounded on the source of pressure that he imagined was from his sister embracing Sara. "Help!"

"Oop, kicky boy," Mieko mumbled, patting Kazuko's head through the stomach. "Not now, 'm confessing."

"You're confessing?" Sara squeaked, sounding like she was close to fainting. The very last thing Kazuko needed right now. "H-here? Now?! I- You said- you didn't like girls!"

"Sara's right, this isn't the best time or place for that kind of thing," Kazuko hastily added. "Get me out and then talk about your feelings!"

"Mmmmmgh... Dunno if I like girls. But I know I like you, Sa~ra~cha~n~" Mieko giggled drunkenly, a little bit too long. "I was thinking, what's it feel like to kiss a girl? But I don't want to kiss 'a girl'. I only want to kiss Sara-chan..."

Sara wasn't answering for a while, and for a moment Kazuko thought she might have blacked out standing up. "W-well, if... if you want to..."

Panic flooded Kazuko's system. At this rate, if the two of them start going at it while I'm in here, I'm seriously dead! "G-Girls! Girls! First things first, okay? Get me out of here! Seriously, I'm going to melt!"

Thankfully, Sara finally listened to him - though, judging from the way his prison kept twisting, that might have been more because she feared attracting an audience than because she was concerned for his safety. "U-Um, maybe we should go inside and, uh, get your brother out first..."

"He can take it a little while longer, just like Reo," Mieko huffed, but she did bring Sara inside. He could hear - and feel - the two of them walking, making him fight to keep his head above the sea of slop that threatened to swallow him.

Then Sara sat, her thighs surrounding him. Kazuko waited tensely, trying to ignore the sounds of the increasingly lively stomach around him. Groans and guuuuurgles rippled up from the intestines below as the machinery of digestion got into its full swing, ready to tear him to pieces.

But at least now he was in her apartment, and she was going to help get him out. Because that's what big sisters do. At least, that's what they would do in any of the anime he'd watched.

"M-Miecchi?" Sara squealed, squirming in place. "Wh-where is all of this coming from..."

... She whispered something in her ear. Something perverted, Kazuko gathered.

"I didn't say I didn't want to do it," Sara mumbled. The stomach walls were searing hot. She was blushing hard.

"Whatever 'it' is, it can wait, right?" Kazuko was outright pleading now. "It's way too dangerous in here right now..."

"I want to fuck her with a big sloshy belly, so no, it can't," Mieko said flatly, a pout audible in her voice. "Just wait a little longer, 'kay? I can heal you once we're done..."

Sara sounded dazed. "She just said it out loud."

Kazuko frantically pounded the stomach wall, hoping to draw her attention back. "Mie-nee! Mie-nee, if you don't hurry, there's not going to be enough me left to heal!"

"You have sex all the time, and now it's my turn, so just be patient," Mieko assured him. "I know what I'm doing." Something audibly shattered from nearby. "Oops, hehe... I'm a li'l drunk. Omori-chan won't mind that probably..."

You have no idea what you're doing! Kazuko wanted to scream. But he didn't get the chance - because then he was tipped over. Sara was laying down. And a moment later, Mieko was on top of him, squishing down what little room he had to maneuver.

And then the two girls were grinding against each other, with him in the middle. Grinding and giggling. Sara whispered something he couldn't quite make out over the noise of the stomach's contents sloshing back and forth, and Mieko giggled back. Mieko must have whispered something, because Sara gasped and gave another response too quiet for him to hear.

Though, honestly, they could be speaking with their full voices and he wasn't sure he'd hear it now. The splashing, slopping sounds dominated everything now, and when the soup covered his ears, the silence was deafening. No, not silence. Just the experience of being inside Sara as someone bounced on top of her. Her shaky, heavy breaths. Her racing heart. The little whimpers she made with every thrust.

It was hypnotic. He let himself into the soup, listening to Sara's sensual gasps and reaching down to his manhood. He was so intensely, almost painfully sensitive from the lengthy exposure to Sara's acids that his cock immediately leapt at the barest touch. Threatened to spill if treated too harshly.

So this is how it ends, then. Not in battle, not in violence, but in love.

That was fine. He would take it slow. This would probably be his last orgasm. How fitting, then, that it was here, in Sara's depths, that he would have it.

An appropriate end, maybe. Mom and Dad always said earthly pleasures would be my doom.

He timed his strokes to match the movements of Sara's hips. As though he was the one mounting her. As though he was the one hilted inside her.

Food for the girl I like as she consummates her relationship with my sister.

He remembered her mewling out his name as he licked at her dripping pussy. Imagined hearing it again now, as she rose to meet him.

There's no coming back from this. I'm already too soft to be saved.

His mind started to drift as exhaustion and the fumes of her stomach juices invaded his brain, slowly erasing his awareness of the world.

I can't move my arm... I'm not in control anymore. I'm just riding the wave of her pleasure.

No... heightening it. She was his world now. The only thing left. The only thing that mattered, anyway. And she was increasingly breathless.

If she's happy, maybe I can... I can be h-

scrRACK

"M.. Mie... H-haah! Haaah! Mmmh! Don't stop, I'm so close, please don't stop... A-Aaahhh--!!"

In the throes of her orgasm, Sara's whole body clenched down, just as it had before. She was dully aware of a muted crunching sound, the sound of her meal's body being crushed by her stomach muscles and becoming too broken to function, but didn't parse it into meaning - her senses were far too distracted.

What she did notice was the sudden and very urgent pressure rising up her throat. Not in time to stop it, of course.

HOO­OUU­UUU­UUU­UURR­RRR­RAA­AAP

She belched right into Mieko's face the moment she crested the wave, a burst of Kazuko-scented air wafting up from the depths of her stomach.

It was then that she recognized the crunching sound, knew what it meant. And looking at Mieko's face... Mieko knew it too.

"Oops," Mieko said, cheeks hot and eyes wide. She didn't seem upset... quite the opposite. "Sara, I'm so turned on... Y-you get on top now... F-fuck me with the body that ended my brother..."

Who was Sara to deny such an earnest request? She rolled over, sitting atop Mieko... impaling herself on Mieko's strap-on.

This had to be what Kazuko wanted, right? To be celebrated in orgasms? She sure hoped so...

...

The two girls kept at it through the night - past midnight, past one o'clock, past two o'clock, past three o'clock. Mieko was relentless in her hunger for Sara's body - her repression had clearly added up, and now that she'd broken through it, she had a lot of making up to do.

And all the while, the chunky slop that had once been Takahara Kazuko was slowly broken down into a fine, nutritional slurry. Every bit of his body was stripped down and scrapped, slurped down into Sara's intestines and used to fuel the half-youkai girl's lust.

It was nearly four when Mieko fell asleep with her head between Sara's thighs, Sara's head between her own thighs.

Sara was too tired to think, too tired to move, too tired to do anything but curl up beside Mieko, one arm around her.

She fell asleep, then, finally giving her body permission to take its time processing the rest of Kazuko.

Sara woke with a start, in an unfamiliar futon, hearing the sound of retching from the nearby bathroom. She hurried over, carefully avoiding turning on the light.

"Mie, are you okay?" She gently pulled the shrine maiden's hair out of her way, stroking her head. "You had a little too much to drink last night, huh? Um, hold on..."

"Tomomi-sama, please save me from my punishment," Mieko whined, wiping her lip. "I'm going to die..."

"You're not going to die, you're just having a hangover," Sara assured her, rubbing her back while she looked up a hangover cure. "How much did you drink?"

Mieko groaned, clutching her head. "Too much. Don't make me count..."

"If you couldn't keep count, you did have too much," Sara said, laughing softly. "Where did you get those?"

"Brother," Mieko mumbled. "Said I would like them more than beer..."

... Brother.

Sara and Mieko remembered at the same time, with Mieko lifting her head out of the toilet to give Sara a pale-faced grimace of death.

"Oh..." Sara murmured, covering her mouth with a hand. "Oh no... Mie... I'm so sorry..."

"Nuh... It was hot," Mieko assured her, wearily shaking her head. "You look hot."

Sara laughed awkwardly. "I'm impressed you can be horny while so badly hung over."

"I can't." Mieko lowered her head, moaning miserably. "Uuuuuggh... But I know what hot looks like. 'n it's you."

"I'll- go get you that hangover cure, okay?" Sara patted Mieko's back, scurrying off to the kitchen - and taking out her selfie camera along the way. I know what hot looks like. And it's you...

Hot looked like Sara, noticeably thicker. Her breasts were plumper. Her belly had a visible paunch. Her hips were curvier. A lot curvier. She ran a hand along those curves, slowly fondling her new and improved ass. Would Kazuko have liked it? He wanted to be sat on, after all...

The memories of the night before cascaded down into her. The hazy memories of what her youkai side did, and the clearer memories of what she herself was responsible for.

Red eyes met hers as she stared into the selfie camera.

"We're what hot looks like," her youkai side said, leering back at her. "Gotta keep the girlfriend happy. Better keep up this diet."

Sara flushed, nodding. Maybe a few more meals wouldn't hurt...

...

At the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department...

A red-headed detective laughed cruelly, leaning back in her chair. From her fingers dangled a single glowing soul-lantern, the flame she had longed for. "Finally... Finally, you're all mine... You ran from me for so long, Takahara Kazuko, but you ended up mine in the end... There is no escape from me. It was nothing but pure stupidity to think a mortal soul could ever outrun Ogawa Murasaki. You were always fated to be mine."

"Uh, breakthrough in the case?" a human detective asked, peering in.

"No! Get out of my office," Murasaki snapped, pointing. She hastily hid the soul-flame under her desk. "Now! And close the door!"

The detective apologized in hushed tones, rushing out of the room.

Murasaki chuckled softly, bringing her fated lover's soul back up onto her desk. "And now we'll be together... forever~"

She popped his soul into her mouth, suckling gently on it. Hers to play with, and hers to keep...