chapter 2

Masaru let out a sigh of relaxation; his silver skin submerging comfortably beneath the scalding waters of the onsen. Surrounding him was everything a proud demon lord could have ever hoped for: a harem of gorgeous, youthful women to breed with. Several of which were already pregnant with their swollen bellies as further proof of their insemination.

Akari had been one of the many after months of loyal servitude and prayers to whatever fertility goddess she believed in. Right now she was on the other end of the hot springs, laughing with the other pregnant women, as she rubbed her tanned distended stomach. Aside from the Hashiras, Akari was his most prized possession, both devoted and beautiful, with plenty of wickedness that further beguiled him.

"Hmm?" Masaru could feel a jealous gaze burning into his skull and turned to his right to see Mitsuri pouting over at him. Before his attention had been stolen away, he was relaxing with his Hashira conquests, fondling their chests as they bathed next to him. His massive hands were glued to their bosoms, one larger than the mountains that surrounded this abandoned mining village, while the other was modest like the humble hills that resided right beneath the mountains. Every fondle of his made Mitsuri squeak in joy, while Shinobu further gritted her teeth in frustration. Though the Insect Hashira tried her best to mask the enjoyment, the way her body shivered with each grope told him all that he needed to know about her true feelings.

Not to mention the nightly attempts at assassinating him had stopped. At first Masaru had found them amusing with Shinobu trying, and failing, to stab him with whatever old piece of wood she could find or rusted nail that she had pulled from the boards.

After the thirty-fourth attempt, his amusement had run dry, and he made sure that the Insect Hashira never tried something so stupid again. For seven days and seven nights, Masaru had fucked her. No daylight. No rest. No mercy. Only the times when Shinobu needed food and water did she get a chance to breathe, but once she was done, her punishment began anew. Every orifice of hers, from her mouth to her cunt, had been filled with his seed. Once her penance had been fulfilled, Shinobu was covered head to toe in cum, her insides marked with the semen of a demon; the creature she had once sworn to eradicate.

"My cock. Stroke it. Now." Masaru ordered the two demon slayers: the memory stirring something within him. His cock was already at full mast, protruding proudly from the steamy waters.

As soon as the words had finished, Mitsuri, his loyal wife, was already stroking his throbbing erection with her tiny hands. "Good, Mitsuri. I knew stealing you away was the correct choice. Those foolish Hashira never deserved you. A woman of your beauty deserved more, much more than a human husband could ever give you."

Mitsuri nodded, agreeing with her demonic husband. She could hardly even remember those days. The memories long forgotten and replaced with recollections of hot, passionate sex with Masaru and his concubines. "Hee-hee. You're right, my darling. All I need is you. Your big, meaty, woman-corrupting cock is the only thing that can pleasure me now. You've ruined me for other men…you wicked monster." The pink-haired Hashira coyly smiled, pressing her lips to the demon's mouth, as she continued stroking him gently underneath the water.

Shinobu, her chest still being fondled by the demon, hesitatingly complied with the orders, reaching for Masaru's scrotum. Her hand grabbed ahold of his balls, the heat of them causing her to tremble, and moved closer to his body. She pressed her head onto the muscular chest that resided next to her, eyes twitching angrily at the sloppy kissing noises that both Mitsuri and Masaru were making. To think that Mitsuri had once been a loyal Hashira, but now all she was now was a slut. A whore. A sow to be bred…just like Shinobu was now. All pride that she might have once contained within her core was shot, destroyed, ruined like her body was now. Masaru had taken all of it away, replacing it with the ruthless addictive instinct of what it was to be a demon breeder.

There had always been myths about such a thing. Stories that would be told around a campfire when the moon was at its peak and the wind was howling. Not once had she ever believed such rumors, but now, watching Mitsuri swallow every inch of their demon overlord's cock inside her mouth, while she herself was massaging the creature's scrotum, did she realize that she was trapped. Ensnared within a nightmare of lust and depravity. Again, Masaru pawed at her chest, toying with her nipple as he flicked it over and over with his sharpened fingernails. Shinobu closed her eyes, fighting the tears that were sprouting near the edges of them. 'Forgive me, Kanae…I've failed you.'

"Enough crying and suck me off already."

Shinobu felt the back of her head be pushed forward; her lips crashing onto Masaru's swollen erection, drenched in the combination of onsen water and Mitsuri's saliva. Even with that reeking off of it, she could still smell the precum oozing out of his slit. Without a thought, moving on pure animalistic instinct, Shinobu lapped some of it up, barely beating out Mitsuri who was going back for seconds. She gulped it down, shivering, as anger and lust boiled inside of her. Her eyes cloudy with yearning, Shinobu joined her fellow corrupted Hashira in servicing the demon with their mouths, focusing on both sides of his cock with their tongues.

"There. That's much better. Demon Breeders such as yourselves have no free will. Not anymore. All you're made for now is to be fucked and carry on my lineage. Don't bother with right and wrong or whatever conscience you think you have left. You're mine. My property." Masaru growled, grabbing Mitsuri's and Shinobu's asses, as he spoke down to them. He loved over at his insignia that had been tattooed onto their ass cheeks, showcasing who they belonged to from now until their dying day. Rearing his head back, Masaru let out another sigh of satisfaction as the Hashira's bobbed their heads up and down, while lapping and kissing his precious phallus. "Yes…that's the way. You're whores, so act like it from now on."

"Yes, baby. Please forgive us. We'll do better from now on…won't we, Shinobu?" Mitsuri glowered aggressively towards the Insect Hashira.

Shinobu didn't answer, only choosing to focus on her slurping of Masaru's bulging dick.

"Leave her be, Mitsuri. Shinobu knows her place. I made sure to teach it to her. Heh, you should have seen her; the feeling of her body trembling as I unloaded torrent after torrent of my semen into her womb. She tried to fight me at first, but that was just her former Hashira pride getting the best of her. Shinobu enjoyed it, every second of me fucking her feeble human brain out. By the end of the seventh night, the others could hardly pull her away from me, desperate to suck every remaining droplet of my cum out of my very cock." Masaru cackled, pressing the girl's heads harder onto his erection. "I'm close now. Prepare yourselves to be drenched to be drenched in my seed." Apparently, Masaru had said that loud enough to alert the rest of his harem who were all now desperately clamoring over towards him. "Hmph, very well. I suppose the rest of you can have some before I have my way with these two whores. Enjoy every bit of it!"

With a loud grunt, Masaru ejaculated as Shinobu's and Mitsuri's lips met at the very tip of his cock, kissing it and each other, while boundless streams of cum jettisoned out of him. They all looked to him, their eyes all bursting with the urgent need to taste his demonic semen. Watching as their pale and dark-skinned faces became stained with his creamy fluids, Masaru knew that he was to blame for their frantic states. He had spoiled them. Always giving them too much of a good thing, whether that be sex, jewelry, or even a kiss goodnight. Without him, these women would be lost. Their families would never take them back, them being soiled by a creature of the night such as himself. No man would every marry them now that their wives were sluts for demonic cock.

"Whores...every single one of you." Masaru grinned as Mitsuri and Shinobu kissed every inch of his cock, while Akari and the others licked themselves clean of their semen-covered faces. "And that is what you will always be, all of you, mine."