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homura (DarkMudkip/Jikkah)

He gnashed his teeth in annoyance, "And what could you do, huh? Play a shamisen and serve me drinks? It's your first time, you probably won't be very good."
 
Ebisu tried not to take too much offense to his harsh words, finding them more irritating than insulting. “The Madam had me train directly under Akatsuru, though it is my first time, I’ll do my best to please you, Master.” She said, bowing her head to him.
 
Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad. She wasn't exactly what he wanted, but she would be more or less the same if she was trained. "Fine, fine.." He muttered, holding out his cup for more sake.
 
Ebisu poured him another cup, eyes lingering on his elongated sharpened nails as she did so. She tore her eyes away when she had poured his cup, sitting in wait before him. There was no way, she had thought she had picked up something off about Yoshinori the moment he walked in, but now that she was closer to him she was sure about it- he was a demon. She didn’t let her horror show, keeping her same calm smile. Was this the demon they were after? Was he the upper Moon hiding within the red light district? There was no real way for her to know without fighting him; she wouldn’t act for now, only report her findings to Tengen in her next letter.
 
He continued to drink until he was woozy, eyes unfocused as he leaned back slightly. He was so upset over Akatsuru, so insulted that he couldn't have her that he was tempted to just kill and eat everyone here. Not Akatsuru, though. Oh, no. He would take her to Muzan and beg him to give her his blood. Make her a demon so he could have her for the rest of his life. His eyes moved to Ebisu and only saw Akatsuru.
 
He had never been allowed to be this close to Akatsuru before, her beautiful red hair looking even more like fire in the candle lit room, her flawless face smooth as porcelain. Her red lips were pulled into a gentle smile- how lovely her lips would look around his cock. He felt his cock twitch at the thought, what noises would she make for him? How would she praise him? Ebisu could see he was drunk, the way he stared at her through half lidded eyes.
She set the sake bottle down and crawled closer, moving her hand higher up his thigh. Questioning him was far out of the question if he was a demon. She’d simply finish their encounter and send him away, lucky if he didn’t eat her.
 
Ebisu felt disgust, but swallowed it down, cupping his jaw as she pressed her hand against his groin. “I can’t.. I’m sorry.” She said softly. It didn’t matter if he saw her or saw Akatsuru, as long as a demon like him didn’t get anywhere near the real Akatsuru. “I belong here.” Her lips were close to his, his breath reeking of alcohol, but she ignored it.
 
She shook her head again, kissing his cheek before his jaw. “I’m afraid I cannot.” She didn’t even know what to do, what would Akatsuru do if someone asked her for such a thing? How was she supposed to answer such questions, and to a demon no less. She carefully crawled to straddle his lap, caressing both sides of his face. “Stay here with me… That is enough..”
 
Ebisu had to smile so she wouldn’t look horrified, leaning in and kissing him. She was going to make sure she threw up later, kissing the lips of someone who ate humans- disgusting. Killing him would only draw attention, so for now she’d let him live, but he was on borrowed time.
 
Ebisu would choke down the taste, ignore it, she would endure him if it meant he was nowhere near Akatsuru. She removed his hat and set it aside, shifting her hips to rub against him like Akatsuru had taught her to, pressing her chest against his so he could feel her through their clothes.
 
Ebisu felt her kimono loosen then fall from around her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him as the fine fabrics pooled around her waist. She was tan and had a lean muscular build, nothing at all like Akatsuru’s soft curved one, and her breasts were small, scars scattered across her body.
 
Ebisu put her hand on the back of his head, holding him close as he did, face flushed as he licked her. She felt his sharp fangs graze her flesh, fighting her instincts hard as she murmured soft praises to him.
 
He finished pushing her kimono and under robes off before laying her on her back, moving over her as he untied the sash to his pants.
 
Ebisu laid back on the futon, watching him for a moment before reaching for the oils beside her bed. Akatsuru had told her to always use them, as most men didn’t bother arousing the women before entering them.
 
Ebisu took some oil in her hands, reaching between them to stroke Yoshinori, rubbing the oil on his cock, shifting so she could spread her legs for him.
 
The oil barely helped, gripping the futon as he pushed into her practically dry, but she held in her noise of pain. She felt as though she were being torn, and Yoshinori would be greeted by the scent of blood, Ebisu tight around him.
 
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