Chapter 1

The wind was sharp as it cut between the trees. The moon was at its highest above them, signalling midnight in the middle of the woods. Twigs and dry leaves crunched under her sandlea with every step. While it was a warm night, the wind carried a chill.

The Demon Slayer was not dressed warmly. She was wearing sandals for starters, green socks were pulled up above her knees, ending with navy blue trim; which left half of her thighs completely bare before the black skirt of her uniform started.

Mitsuri Kanroji had taken a lot of flack for how she had altered her uniform, for how she had ripped off the sleeves and stitched on some loose white sleeves that fit more on a kimono-robe.

More noticeable was how she had two buttons that simply would never button on the front, due to the sheer mass of her breasts. Rather than wear some sort of shirt under it, she preferred to flaunt her favourite feature.

Her long hair was curled and dyed pink with the ends turned green. Her sword was fed through her belt and tucked under her arm, if you looked at the handle, your eyes immediately travelled to her glaring amount of cleavage.

In spite of her sexuality, her sense were sharp. Every breeze could be an enemy, every howl of a feral animal could be eyeing her like food, every twig snapping could be a demon.

Her body reacted before her brain knew why. Her sword cleared the sheath and aimed for the neck of an attacker. The wind whistled as the edge sliced through the air until_

A powerful hand caught her wrist, the blade stopped cold an inch from his throat. He tightened his squeeze, clear threat and display that he could crush every bone in his grip, but he simply squeezed until Mitsuri's fingers impulsively released the handle and the sword fell to the leaf-covered ground.

"Well what do we have here? A Demon Slayer?"

Mitsuri looked at what had been her target for the first time. Similar to most demons, his face and skin were white as snow. His hair was charcoal black with blood red tips, he was over a foot taller than her. The hand he held her wrist with had long fingernails like claws.

"Oh... hi there!" Mitsuri said awkwardly, "Are you the demon I was sent for?"

The demon seemed surprised by the casualness of her tone. Was she ditsy or just cold-blooded? Either way he had taken away her weapon so she was no longer any threat to him.

The demon whipped her arm to force her to face him, he grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground.

The demon let out a low growl as his yellow eyes looked her up and down. He stared at her chest for a long time.

"What kind of Demon Slayer dresses like this?" His hand reached up and picked at one of the undone buttons, lifting the fabric of her uniform to expose her breast. He chuckled, "You don't see too many like you. What happened, did you fuck your way onto the Corps?"

The hand was tight on Mitsuri's neck, she held onto his wrist with both hands to alleviate the pressure. She sputtered, "No, I...well... not exactly?"

The demon paused, he eyed her, studying her face for emotion, "Are you serious?"

Mitsuri avoided eye contact, looking away she said, "Well... I hid for most of the Demon Slayer exam, then when they found out I didn't kill any demons I slept with the instructor and he gave me my license."

The demon threw his head back and laughed loudly. He tossed the girl over his shoulder and said, "the rest of the clan is going to love you."

"They call me the Pillar of Love in the Demon Slayer Corps," Mitsuri offered.

The demon laughed, "What a stupid made-up title."

He carried Mitsuri easily through the forest until they reached a cave. The Demon Slayer was helpless in his arms, she was only able to look around as the massive monster carried her deep through the tunnels until they opened up into a cavern.

Somehow the cavern had been made up to look just like a traditional Japanese home with the wooden doors and tatami mats on the floor. Lanterns hung from the ceiling casting a yellow glow over everything.

A door slid open, three more demons which were exact copies of the enormous creature carrying her entered the large room.

Demons had a wide variety of powers, able to trap people in personalized dimensions, to turn ordinary weapons into amazing weapons, awful things that defied logic. As likely as it was that they had dragged wood and other supplies in to build the walls and roof, it was just as likely they had dragged Mitsuri Kanroji into a new world created by their demonic magic.

That would complicate things.

Mitsuri was dropped roughly onto the ground, at least the tatami mats were soft. The demons surrounded her.

The one who had dragged her here said, "Look at what I have brought."

"Not just a woman," said another identical demon, "but a Demon Slayer."

"She will do," said a more serious demon, but one that looked like all the others.

"Rip her clothes off, make sure there are no blades," said a more timid demon.

The demons attacked her in unison, fingernails like claws shredded her uniform in seconds leaving her completely naked. Her large breasts and ass were eyed up hungrily by the monsters. One of them grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to look up at him.

"You're officially retired from slaying demons," said the monstrous creature, "from now on you'll be fucking them."

The monster pulled away the pants he was wearing, the other demons had the same idea. Mitsuri's eyes opened wide and she gasped in shock, the latter proved to be a mistake as the most aggressive of the demons rammed his cock into her open mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth roughly. Pink and green hair poked out from between his clawed fingers.

Mitsuri slurped, which led to a gag and then a cough, but the demon did not cease fucking her mouth for a second. Her hands scrambled, pushing off of his thighs, hips and knees, trying to get away, but his grip was solid. Demon hands grabbed her by the wrists, pulling them towards their own pricks, her fingers closed around their shafts blindly but she started stroking them once she realized what she was expected to do.

There was a loud slurp as Mitsuri settled into her new role as the demons' whore, rather quickly actually. She was very submissive to start with, so when the demons started getting handsy with her, she fell in line fast.

Her mouth worked around the cock gently as it darted back and forth along her tongue. Saliva trickled past her soft, juicy lips, there was nothing she could do about that though, she was not permitted into taking her hands off the cocks she was stroking or taking her mouth off of dick to wipe it away.

Eventually though, her mouth was ripped away from the cock and planted on a new cock to suck.

The cock was shoved deep into her throat. Her large eyes looked up at the beastly demon, tears formed at the corners of her eyes as the monstrous dick choked her. Her hands worked feverishly on the shafts she stroked, moving up and down the incredible length

Mitsuri was made dizzy as her mouth was passed around from dick to dick, she was face-fucked aggressively by each demon. Saliva spilled past her lips, sticking to her chin and slowly dripping onto her large tits.

With her face hidden in a demon's torso, the room was eerily quiet except for the slurping and gurgling sounds coming from the Love Pillar's mouth. The Demon was simply holding her there, seeing how long he could deprive her of breath. Everyone knew that if you took away their ability to breathe, a Demon Slayer was helpless.

Keeping his cock wedged in her airway, the demon dropped to his knees pulling down with him. One of the demons knelt behind her. Mitsuri could feel his enormous hands gripping her voluptuous buttocks and his hard cock rubbing between them.

SCHLOCK SCHLOCK SCHLOCK SCLOCK

The wet sounds of the cock moving back in her mouth and throat filled the very quiet room as Mitsuri was forced to face forward as the head of a demon cock probed her until it found its way into her pussy.

The face-fucking sounds were joined by the clapping sounds of getting fucked from behind. Strong hands held her by the hips and head as she was slammed at both ends. Her own much more delicate hands stayed busy, stroking demon cocks smoothly; they were slick with her saliva.

Mitsuri groaned loudly, her voice muffled by the large cock plugging her mouth. The demon behind her had a handful of her hair, yanking on it like the reins of mare. Her ass jiggled with motion as her tits bounced heavily.

The demon fucking her pussy pulled out, giving the opportunity to one of his brethren. The next demon mounted her, but his saliva-covered cock did not prod at her pussy like the one before. This one jabbed into her asshole, spearing deep inside of her. She slurped on the cock wedged down her throat as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her ass now belonged to the demons and they were in no mood to be gentle, they fucked it with the same ravenousness as they did her mouth and pussy.

The cock left her mouth, Mitsuri coughed and tried desperately to catch her breath. Her weak, shy voice said, "Oh fuck, you're slamming my asshole so hard. I can't handle it..."

The demons laughed and one shoved his cock into her mouth before she could say anything else. The mouth-fucking was not so aggressive this time, so Mitsuri bobbed her head up and down, sucking the dick of her own free will.

Once she had been sufficiently fucked in that manner, Mitsuri was surprised to find the cocks were all pulled out of her. She looked around and saw one of the demons was lying on his back. Knowing immediately what he had in mind, she scrambled to climb on top of him. She grabbed his cock and put inside of her pussy as she started to ride him. She made a point to boune her large breasts in his face as she fucked him.

Before long, as was the norm in this situation a cock was forced back into her mouth, but to her surprise one of the other demons began using her ass again. She was being fucked in all three holes. Her ass and tits were groped hard, their claws dug into her skin like needles, but the sensation only made her climax. The demons didn't seem to care, they continued to fuck her even as she cried out and convulsed. Her eyes went cross as her mouth hung open, the dick sliding back and forth on her outstretched tongue as it dipped into her throat over and over again.

Mitsuri spent the rest of the night in the demon's sanctuary. There was no sun so it was very possible that she could have spent a good deal of the next day there as well. The demons felt no exhaustion, even if Mitsuri did, they continued fucking her holes for hours on end as the pink and green haired Demon Slayer became weak in their grasp, being manhandled into whatever position they wanted. The only signs of life she started to show was the loud gasps when she had a spare moment without a cock in her throat or the raucous orgasms she experienced.

Just when it seemed liek it was never going to end, the demons slid her weak body off of the ends of their large dicks and knelt her in the middle of the tatami mats. She struggled to even keep herself vertical as she watched them jerk their cocks in front of her. She knew what was coming, she opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue as the cum shot out onto her. She had expected a normal, human amount but as with anything demon-related, she had no idea what to expect. Gallons of cum shot from all four cocks, washing over her like a tidal wave. She didn't even know when it would stop until it was all over.

Mitsuri Kanroji sat on the tatami mats, the cum dripped along her skin as she was drenched from head to toe. She licked her lips, tasting it.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her tongue hung limply out of her mouth, a large glob of saliva mixed with cum dripped from the end. The Demon Slayer looked exhausted physically and overwhelmed mentally.

One of the demons laughed, "What were they thinking sending her out to hunt demons? What did they think was going to happen?"

The Demon who had captured her replied, "She referred to herself as the LOVE Pillar. I thought the Pillars were supposed to be the elite killers of the Corps."

"What was your plan? Fuck us all to death?"

Mitsuri still looked like her mind had been broken, but she sheepishly responded, "Well, what I usually do is I allow myself to be captured and brought back to whatever home the demons have, so I can be sure to get as many in one place as possible."

One of the demons looked up, "what?"

"Then after they all tire themselves out fucking me, that's when I have my apprentice slide my sword to me and then I slay them all."

The demons froze, realizing the door to their secret sanctuary had been cracked open. They all flinched when suddenly a katana in a scabbard slid through the

opening, skipping on the tatami mat until it was close enough for Mitsuri to snatch. Her eyes were dangerously serious as she inhaled slowly.

Mitsuri freed the blade swinging it around her naked body. The blade was thin and in her hands it was oddly flexible, like a whip more than a sword. In a fluid motion that looked like a dance, all four demon heads were separated from their shoulders.

Mitsuri exhaled, releasing her breathing technique, the smell of cum clung to her breathe. The blade slowly re-entered the scabbard with a click at the end. Just as soon as her disposition had turned sinister, it turned back to the bubbly norm.

"Great job! Thank you, thank you, thank you," Mitsuri said to her apprentice. Nesuko Kamado poked her head through the doorway, shocked at the scene before her.

Mitsuri had become the young woman's mentor ever since she had been saved from her demon transformation, now she was a beautiful woman of age. Though she wore the muzzle still to remind herself of the horrifying experience. Otherwise, she was wearing a Demon Slayer uniform with her black and red hair hanging down early to her ass.

"Took you long enough though," Mitsuri chastised.

"You told me to wait until they all finished," Nezuko responded, "You said that demons were weakest right after they climaxed." Mitsuri almost laughed, caught in her lie, "I guess that's true..."

As they exited the cave, they were greeted by a Kasugai Crow it did not wait a second to squawk the location of their next target.

"What do you think, Nezuko?" Mitsuri said with a smile, buttoning up the uniform her student had brought for her, "How about you get captured this time?"