Shame

                                    

                                          
Douma had been hunting the evening he stumbled upon a beauty.
A beautiful songbird that had an injured wing.
"Oh my, what happened to your arm?" The woman had been humming a tune to calm herself when he arrived. Kneeling at the river to allow her arm to soak in the cold waters. It was a dark purple when he knelt down to see it.
"It's nothing, I just-" His hand touched it and she winced.
Her heart spiked and he tries his best to hide his smile. Usually, he likes the pain that is inflicted but now that wouldn't do.
"I'm sorry." Behind his back, he twirls his hand and soon a gentle fall of snow was beginning. The woman and him both look up.
"Oh dear, come, let's get you back home before this gets too terrible." Douma would wrap her in his cloak and let her lead.
—
Douma would let her get to her door before she looked back, offering his cloak.
He shook his head.
"Considered it a gift."
—
Douma would make an appearance every once in a while. The woman he would learn is named Kotoha.
She would consider him a friend.
Though there were some nights when she was quieter than usual and Douma didn't question it.
He was a demon and human affairs shouldn't affect him except when it's one of his followers talking to him.
But-
His eyes would shift as she pulled her(his former) cloak more over herself, curling in on herself to hide even more bruises.
Hmm..This wouldn't do.
He would ask her to sing again. A past time she likes doing and why wouldn't he allow her to enjoy the thing that makes her smile?
She was gorgeous when she smile.
It made her even more delicious.
—
When he smells blood in the air, he finally looks inside the house she disappears into every night.
As a demon, he shouldn't care for human affairs.
But this concerned his songbird as she lays injured on the floor unconscious and her husband above her, robes open but hers almost torn. Tears were still going down her cheeks and that caused him to flex his claws.
What a strange reaction he has...
So before the man can do anymore, Douma knocks the man out.
—
"Kotoha~" Her vision was blurry on one side, a gash on her brow surely. Her back was pressed up against a firm chest as she is cradled in a lap.
She whimpers at the pain and she feels a chin land on her shoulder.
"Shhhh, it's okay, I got you now." A hand lands on her swollen brow and a cool relief is all she felt.
"Douma?" There was a rumble against her back like a purr of a cat.
"Yes, it's me." Some of his hair could finally be seen as a soft crackle of a warm fire could be heard.
"You can't be here. What if Kentaro-"
"Oh, there's no need to worry about him."
—
Before long, Douma had snuck his hand down, Kotoha biting her lip trying to hold back her cute moans.
"Oh, did he never pleasure you like this?" His thumb pressed on her clit and she finally cried out. She was starting to shiver in his arms, curling more to his form and almost trying to escape his advances.
He nips her ear before lightly suckling on it.
Two fingers are driving in and out of her at a pace that could only drive her mad. Her hips were trying to make him go deeper and faster.
"Aaaaa~" He may just have to.
He licks behind her ear before whispering.
"Tell me what you want ,Kotoha~" Her cries were getting more intense and gone were her tears of hurt, now only of unexplored experiences.
Douma rumbles in his chest when she does cry out, squirting on his hand and pants.
"Douma!"
—
Kotoha would blush as she was laid on her futon, the cloak given to her used as a pillow. Her cheeks only got hotter as Douma got undressed and showed just what he hid away from the world. His red top matched her face as a nice-toned torso was revealed.
Douma would then smile at her, a twinkle in his eyes as he unbuckles his belt and took his pants off.
Now she sees him and her reaction was adorable, trying to hide her excitement.
—
"Ah aH~" Douma had set a pace that was only for her. Slow to drag out her pleasure and only speeding up when she wanted it.
She would kiss him and he would eagerly return it.
A branch could be heard when she does cry out but only Douma would grin.
"Hmmmmmmnnnnn~" Douma plants one last kiss as Kotoha falls asleep.
She fights sleep, moaning when he does pull out, loads of multiple rounds leaving but he just shifts her to her side, less likely to leave her.
"Shhhhh, rest. I'll be back." She does. So beautiful even when she had to deal with his feral side near the end.
Douma gets up and simply walks out the door not bothering to put on anything.
"My! So what did we learn?"
From above a branch was straining as Kentaro, Kotoha's pathetic husband, restrained and left in the cold shivered, gagged and robes open.
Douma glances down and smiles.
"Oh my, I do hope that isn't how you normally are." Douma laughs as the man roars through his gag, even when frozen tears are on his cheeks.
Douma snaps his fingers.
"Even without proper equipment, surely you have learned to please your wife in other ways." A twinkle was in Douma's eyes.
"Though from her cries tonight, something tells me she has never been treated like that before." A clawed hand comes to the back of Kentaro's head. His nostrils were starting to flare as the demon leans in. " I will say since she approves of me. I'll just be taking her."
Douma then taps his chin, his hand still holding the man in place. A wicked grin came to his face.
"Here, let me help you with your little problem." His hand is quick to go down and come back up just as quickly.
The man is going pale as he registers what happened as Douma lets the small piece of meat freeze in his hand before throwing it.
Wouldn't be much of a meal.
When he does toss the thing, Kentaro is screaming into his gag, trying to shake away the grip he was in.
"Shhhh, my songbird is sleeping." With that, Douma snaps Kentaro's neck. The demon lets him go and is heading back inside, only looking back for a moment, smiling.
Kotoha was a widow now!
—
Kotoha would cry into his shirt. So confusing but he made some warm soup for her as she told of the abuse she went through.
He would make sure the corpse of her ex-husband was gone when they finally left.
Though they did a few more rounds of loving for her. Douma allows her to do what she wanted, letting her explore the ways of the flesh.
They would make it back to his cult come the end of winter and the start of spring brought a gift.
A gift in the form of a child.
Kotoha would fear for a bit but he reassured her she was very much loved and nothing would harm her.
Not with him watching over her.