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The yaoguai first notices the human male when he dares to venture a little too close.
Annoyed, she slips behind a row of salt-worn rocks, warm to the touch. The sharp curves of her claws scratch over uneven stone, inhuman eyes peeking carefully around its surface.
Familiar steam greets her skin, makes her shiver pleasantly from its simmering heat. The heavy warmth settles in her bones, reminds her of a long-forgotten home. In her two decades of walking this cold, cruel earth, this hidden patch of treacherous volcanic remains had been her favourite by far. Few dare to explore the sharp, slippery slopes and stones of the area, any wrong step leading to a long and painful death in the many boiling pools scarring the ancient terrain.
Maomao the yaoguai is different. She’s a creature from beyond this realm, and she can make the harshest of it her home.
The steam that floats through her gaze clears, just a bit, allows her to finally catch glimpse of the human intruding on her little hovel.
A snarl of disappointment scratches up her throat.
Not only has this boy broken her peaceful sanctuary, come a little too close to a beloved patch of unearthly herbs and poisons she tends to nearby, but he’s everything the human males she prefers to hunt are not. Tall, broad, muscular, he sits in one of the cooler pools of hot spring water, head tipped back, eyes closed. His skin glows like that of a deity, too porcelain, too perfect, symmetrical slopes of muscle cording through the thick breadth of his torso, disappearing at the waist below steaming water.
When Maomao leaves to hunt, she searches for the frail, the unremarkable, for men with too little strength to fend her off and the ones who won’t be missed. Too many disappearances of notable human males are certain to lead to suspicion, and she’s not quite ready to abandon her home here yet.
This man is not frail, and certainly not unremarkable.
The sharp points of her teeth gnash together in distaste, eyes burning holes into the man’s heavenly chest, rising and falling slowly, peacefully.
Remarkable or not, this man must be dealt with. No human brave and stupid enough to venture out here and disturb her territory can be allowed to live – any man foolish enough to encroach on a demon’s land is an affront to all members of her species.
Lips curling away from teeth, she licks its upper edge, traces the spears of her incisors. Perhaps it’ll be more of a challenge than usual, but she’s certain she’ll feast on his heart yet.
To ward off any ensuing suspicion, she’ll simply need to wait a little longer until her next hunt.
Maomao tilts her head, considering the situation before her as a fresh coil of steam obscures her vision, hides the lounging man from sight. Unlike her ravenous sisters, she’s no succubus – she can retract her claws, her teeth, play the mimic of a human girl in simple rags, but her saucer-like pupils of inky black, scrawny figure, and generally disgusted expression aren’t very conducive to the seduction of human males.
Her strengths lie in surprise and agility. No prey of hers had yet managed not to piss himself at the horrific sight of a yaoguai at her most demonic, and that shock combined with the speed of her claws tearing his ribcage into pieces always finishes the deed. She also has her many otherworldly poisons, but those are not worth using on an insipid little human male such as the one whose heart she’ll be tearing apart with her teeth.
Maomao’s eyes narrow, attempting to peek through the fog. Her nostrils flare with a hard exhale, planning her approach, how she will glide right up to him, claw through his sternum before he has a chance to even process the peril.
Silent as the night, she steps forward, around the stone, using the steam as cover. She attempts to make out the shape of the human through the thick air, approaching to the edge of the pool, so close that she can taste the thick hot blood bursting from his heart -
A large hand grabs her wrist, drags her forward so harshly that she topples right into the pool before her.
Her startled shriek leaves as muffled bubbles of air bursting through warm water, limbs thrashing in a frantic terror. Her feet beat against a rocky floor, force her head up and out of the water with a shrill squawk, dribbling rivulets of water splattering down her cheeks.
Harshly, Maomao blinks the drops out of her eyes, arm pulling and flailing against its sudden restraint, every inch of her skin scrambling to escape. She fails, muscles straining in vain.
“And here I thought I finally found somewhere I’d be left alone,” a voice, low and furious, growls somewhere through the thick steam coiling from her struggle. “What is it you were hoping for? That I would appreciate some court lady stalking me out to here and reward her with a night with the beautiful eunuch-”
Maomao’s free arm lashes out wildly, claws tearing through skin, digging for a beating heart-
She’s jerked back so roughly that her teeth clatter, shoulder grinding painfully in its socket as she’s turned around suddenly. The soft tissue under her sternum meets the rough edge of the pool, bending her over it as the human twists her arm behind her back, captures her free, bloodied arm alongside the other. Somehow, he holds them both in one hand so easily, dwarfing her arms.
A chest presses to her back, hot, so hot against the thin, soaked cloth of her top. Thick, delicious blood pools from the marks she’s sure to have left etched into his chest, seeps into her skin, elicits anticipatory goosebumps.
Maomao struggles again, saliva pooling under her tongue. She snarls a loud, inhuman cry. “Release me!”
The man simply grips her arms tighter, holding her securely against the edge of the pool. Her claws tremble, her teeth ripple, grow in distress, face snapping over her shoulder, attempting fruitlessly to reach any bit of the human’s skin that could set her free.
She’s stuck, she’s stuck, and now she’s really, genuinely growing worried she won’t break away.
Maomao thrashes, a feral beast, feet kicking uselessly, body jerking. The noises that escape her are like that of a cornered animal, sharp and shrill in an attempt to be menacing. She uses every tool in her arsenal to break away, but she’d never faced a situation such as this – this wearisome male shows no moment of panic, no slip in his grip that would allow her to deal the killing blow. She’d been too proud to bring her poisons to the confrontation, and she’s paying for that ego now.
She fights, yet he remains, a solid presence behind her, massive and imposing. He holds her the entire time, waiting her out, and it’s rather pathetic how quickly her struggle slows, peters out as her muscles ache from strain. Maomao pants heavily, blood racing, sweat and spring water-slicked skin shuddering from exhaustion. A flaw of her species. She’s agile, stealthy, but she’s a predator – her stamina had never been her strong suit. She releases a tiny, tired whimper when the human’s grip tightens on her arms, followed immediately by her frustrated growl.
“A little murderous, aren’t you?” A hot mouth presses to her ear, suddenly, her shoulders scrunching in response. “So, you’re not here because my looks are just so alluring?”
A repulsed shiver raises the little hairs on her spine. What is wrong with this human? He’s bleeding all over her back and still making conversation.
She tilts her chin over shoulder, meets the man’s dark, intense gaze with a disgusted glare. She finds he’s rather awfully, uncomfortably close. She bares her teeth, sharp and horrifying, but the only emotion that flickers over the perfect planes of the man’s face is that of uncertain fascination. Freak.
“I am a yaoguai, a ferocious demon,” Maomao blusters, lip curling in further revulsion. If she expects the words to elicit any trace of fear, she is sorely disappointed. “All you humans are hideous to me.”
He tilts his head, curious. His pupils are large and dark, blown open, face flushed. He inhales a sharp, shallow breath. Must be from the heat of the hot spring.
“So, what is it you want, little demon?” He asks. His voice comes out as nearly a purr.
“I will feast on your heart, human,” she hisses, eyes lowering to burn pointedly into the deep gashes she’d drawn across his sternum. A heat of satisfaction coils in her belly, watching as rivulets of blood trace their way down the muscular valleys of his stomach, catching on the trail of dark hairs under his navel, disappearing down into the water below.
Maomao licks her lips, leaning towards him, closer to the alluring beat of his heart.
Suddenly, she finds her hair gripped in an iron fist, a sudden jerk on the roots forcing her to face forward with a yelp.
A heated murmur brushes wetly against her ear. “Unfortunately, I’m not quite ready to part with it yet.”
She feels his body press in, closer, crowd her against the edge of the pool until her hips dig into stone, her toes floating above the ground. His chest is hot and solid, more blood seeping into her back. Maybe he’ll lose enough blood to let her go, soon.
His hips press against hers.
Something terrifyingly large and thick, spongy-solid, digs into her backside, makes her freeze in place.
Perhaps a large amphibian. Do frogs get this large?
Gross.
Maomao squirms against it, disgust etching her features. A sudden hiss escapes the lips near her ear, frog twitching through the soaked cloth of her skirt, grip tightening on her hair until she gasps. What frog wouldn’t have jumped out by now? Can frogs even survive in such heat?
“Release me,” she says again, but her voice in no longer steady.
“You did something to me,” the human growls from behind her, frog jumping against her. “What did you do to me?”
She swallows harshly, suddenly nervous. “Nothing.”
“Then explain, little demon, why I am currently rock hard and moments away from bending you over and fucking you to tears?”
Oh hell that is not a frog not a frog-
Her struggle resumes immediately, blood rushing to her face. “I didn’t do anything- I didn’t do this- get off me, freak!”
She’s a literal demon – what is wrong with this man?
“I don’t think I can.” Blunt human teeth bite onto her earlobe, send a shock through her body. “And I certainly do not want to. It feels like… the hottest of poisons running through my veins, making me unable to think of anything but doing the most unspeakable things to you…”
He trails off with a shaky sigh, face pressing into the damp crook of her neck, breathing her in like a fragrant flower. She shivers again, jerking uselessly in his hold.
“You’re so tiny…” he continues to murmur, almost to himself, mouthing at her skin with awfully soft lips. “I wonder if I will even fit…”
For the first time, Maomao whimpers in true fear, stomach turning into an anxious knot as her thighs squeeze together. That fucking thing will not fit-
Oh, fuck.
The realization strikes her like a bucket of freezing water. An aphrodisiac – it must be some kind of aphrodisiac – what else would make a beautiful human desire a hideous demon such as her?
It must have been in her claws; no human had ever lived this long after being struck by her before.
This must be some useless genetic remnant from her succubus mother – damn that awful woman!
She’s certainly not getting out of this situation now, not until the poison runs its course. How long will that take? She shudders to imagine how her vagina will possibly recover from being forced to stretch around that massive not-frog for hours on end.
Maomao tenses when she feels the thick, blunt head of the man’s cock prod against the juncture between her thighs, hidden by the tight squeeze of her legs and the slip of fabric of her skirt. The human groans at the feeling, the noise wet on her neck, rutting against her ass again.
“You’re so warm,” he moans softly, sucking a tender bit of skin into his mouth with a lewd slurping noise.
Maomao shudders at the heat of his tongue, enjoyable on the cooling slope of her neck.
“I’m a demon,” she repeats, voice rather petulant in its tone. What an idiot human. “Of course I’m warm.”
He hums softly, half-assent half-delirium. He trails his lips across her skin, stops to bite down on the nape of her neck like an animal in rut, feeding into some deep, animalistic instinct inside of her, turning her belly to sudden jelly.
The aphrodisiac – it must have somehow seeped into her bloodstream, too.
That’s the only explanation – of course – for the warm heat between her thighs, signalling a growing arousal. Perhaps it is for the best; if there is one thing spending time with her sisters had taught her is that once an aphrodisiac is at play, there is no stopping its effects. If she wants to manage the throbbing monster behind her without too many tears, she’ll need all the arousal she can get.
The human gnaws on her neck, sharp pinpricks of pain making her feel just a little dizzy. When he releases his grip on her hair, it takes her an embarrassingly long moment to grasp onto the opportunity presented. The fog clears from her mind just in time for her to twist her neck, gnashing teeth searching for skin to tear, a familiar hunger on her tongue.
His heart – his heart may still be hers to take-
She’s mere moments away from tearing into his throat when the hand returns to her hair as quickly as it had left, hauling her entire body up to her startled shriek, pain bursting from her scalp.
He bends her roughly over the edge of the pool, upper body landing on warm rock with a forced cry. His fingers unwind from her hair again, but this time return quickly in the form of an angry slap across the curve of her ass.
“Bad little demon,” he growls over her startled yelp, pinning her arms painfully to the small of her back, keeping her in place. “Behave.”
With that as her only warning, his towering frame leans over her, teeth returning with a harsh bite to the aching nape of her neck. Maomao can only squeeze her eyes shut, claws curling and unfurling uselessly, sharp teeth grinding together.
His hand reaches for her skirt, hikes it up her thighs, wet fabric dragging over goosebump-ridden skin. Every inch of unveiled skin shivers under the warm press of steam, a scattered whimper catching in her throat when that steam curls against her overheated center, sensitive.
A muscular leg wedges between her calves, splits her open where she’s most vulnerable.
Maomao can only manage one final, anxious inhale before she feels the sudden press of long, delicate fingers sliding between her folds.
“What do we have here…” the man murmurs against her neck, fingers swirling over her entrance, gathering viscous moisture. “Little demon wants my cock, doesn’t she?”
Maomao bites her lip nervously, eyes shutting tightly. Her arms strain behind her, feet scrambling in steamy water
The fingers circling her vagina dip inside, just a little, pry open her entrance until she gasps at the stretch. The human lets out a low whistle, almost impressed.
“So small. Should I stretch you out a bit first?” He says, fingers twitching inside her. “Ask nicely, and maybe I can hold myself back long enough to do so.”
Maomao growls in frustration, clenching around the threatening fingers. She’s a formidable yaoguai, a demon from the depths of the underworld. How dare he talk to her this way!
She twists her head, glaring over her shoulder. Her teeth grow, sharper and more menacing, snarling at the man behind her. “Once the poison wears off, once you’ve exhausted yourself with me, I shall devour your heart slowly, I will savour every bite.”
The fingers leave her at once, walls fluttering around sudden emptiness.
“Fine, then,” he says, gaze burrowing intensely somewhere between their bodies. Maomao freezes, eyes going wide in fear when she feels the thick flare of the man’s cockhead notch against her vagina.
“I’ve run out of patience.”
And with that, he pushes.
A shrill, demonic screech claws up her throat, sends Maomao squirming forward desperately, making no progress. The man’s cockhead spears her apart like hellfire, scorching a burning path within her walls. It’s so overwhelming, she almost regrets not begging him to prepare her first.
The human groans behind her, leaning back down to suck on the tender nape of her neck. His hips stutter in desperate need, yet fail to make any progress as her walls clench down protectively across the cruel head of his cock.
It doesn’t fit – of course it doesn’t fit, why would it? She wasn’t made for this, to be fucked by a human male much larger than her, and fuck it’s so much.
Maomao chokes through quick, pained breaths, every nerve on fire, white flashes clawing at the edges of her vision, cheek smooshed to stone.
“Perfect little pussy,” the human groans into her neck, thrusting a little harder, with more purpose, forcing another sliver of his cock inside. “So tight it hurts.”
His own proclamation only seems to spur him on – masochist – free hand gripping onto her hip, cock managing to carve itself deeper into her cunt, enough to make her cry out again. She spasms around him without rhythm, both desperate to force him out and to relax around the intrusion.
A hot, wet tongue trails up the back of her neck, as if about to devour her. He pulls his hips back, just a little, eliciting a small whine as Maomao endures the feeling of her walls clinging to his massive cock, dragging over every little ridge and dip. Thrusting back in, he knocks the breath out of her lungs as he holds her hip in place, red seeping into her vision.
And yet, he barely progresses further than he’d managed before.
“I can’t- can’t take any more…” Maomao hiccups, voice low and pathetic with overstimulation.
“Don’t worry, little demon.” His thumb rubs tight circles into the back of her thigh as he begins a sharp, shallow rhythm, voice half-delirious with aphrodisiac. “You’ll learn.”
Maomao chokes on a string of something akin to sobs, little noises forced out of her throat as his rutting turns more forceful, milking every drop of pleasure he can squeeze out of her cunt. With every thrust, he sinks just a little deeper, reaching places inside of her that she’d never imagined violating like so. Every nerve glows with the constant friction, sparking heat through her gut, a welcome warmth. Her teeth, her claws, they sharpen and dull, no longer under her control, flinching with ever thrust-induced jerk of her chest into the stone below. Even through her top, her nipples chafe against the rough surface, throbbing with need.
The human’s blood drips from his chest, gathers at the small of her back as he fucks her roughly over the edge of the pool, reminding her how close she’d been to that heart of his. Saliva gathers under her tongue, delicious desire heating her core as she pictures herself ripping into the thick, muscular apex of the organ, still beating, digging her tongue between fluttering valves. She whines; it definitely has nothing to do with the manner in which the human male digs his cock into her cervix – when had he reached that deep? – shooting sparks so sharp her teeth chatter. Maomao keeps that image of his heart at the forefront of her mind as he tries to force the exposed base of his cock somewhere inside of her, but fails to find any more room.
“You are a tiny little thing, aren’t you?” He groans, circling his hips at the deepest part he can reach, fingers tightening into bruises on her hip. “Barely take half of my cock.”
“It’s not- not my, my-” Maomao tries to whimper through clenched teeth, tears beading at the corners of her eyes from the rough treatment, cheek pressed to warm stone. “Not my fault.”
“A proper meal would do you good,” he hums, hips giving a thrust hard enough to dig the edge of the stone into her aching hips. “Are hearts all you eat?”
What is wrong with this man? He is currently pounding her pussy hard enough to make a demon cry, and he wants to talk about her eating habits.
Maomao releases a sob when a particularly deep thrust makes her entire core cramp around his cock in spasming bursts. “I will- I will eat yours…”
“I don’t think so.” His hand tightens around her arms, makes her claws tingle. “But maybe next time I’ll bring you one of the more annoying court officials to feast upon. Would you like that, little demon?”
A revolted shudder travels up her spine. “Next- next time? What do you mean next – ah! – next time!”
The human leans over her, heedless to her renewed struggle. He lodges his cock hard against her womb, keeping it in place as he presses his lips to her ear.
“You think you can seduce me with those sweet little glares and get away with it?” He coos into her ear, fingers releasing her hip. A slithering snake, his fingers coil around her thigh, find the sensitive nub above her overworked pussy. “I wonder what it will take for your tight little pussy to accept my entire cock. Will I need to fuck you twice a day? Thrice?”
His fingers begin to move, clumsily, at first, then finding a steady rhythm on her clit as she whines in sudden pleasure, pussy squeezing on his cock.
“Perhaps we’ll need to try a different position,” he continues to murmur, pulling his hips back only to re-enter her with a vicious force. “Perhaps a dozen. I’ll take you from behind, with your legs over my shoulders, on your side, on top of me, upside-down…”
He lists a variety of angles, fucking her throughout, eliciting sobbed moans as his fingers pursue a relentless pressure on her clit, filling a growing pool of pleasure in her stomach. He groans out positions she’s no longer certain are even anatomically possible, and all Maomao can hope as he fucks her brain out of her ears is that he will forget his gut-churning promises once the damned aphrodisiac finally wears off.
Her pussy flutters – once, twice – clit throbbing, and with his sultry words of ‘evil little mouth around my cock’ whispered in her ear she comes, cunt clinging to his length with the vice grip of desire, pulling him in. It’s with a loud groan that he follows soon after, spilling his warm seed deep inside her, pooling in her womb.
Can humans even impregnate demons? Not the succubae – they have natural defences against human virility. But her…
Maomao whines in exhaustion as he collapses on top of her, spent. She’ll need to brew up a concoction to ensure her womb is entirely cleared of this human’s awful sperm.
He lies on top of her, body heavy like the thickest of wool blankets. Quietly, she hears him murmur, breaths heavy. “So, you didn’t enchant me to fuck you on purpose?”
Maomao scowls at the implication. “I did not.”
Gently, almost inadvertently, she feels as his lips brush softly against the point of her shoulder, warm exhale sending a shiver down her spine. “Don’t kill me.”
She doesn’t have to wonder at his words for long, because then he shifts his cock out of her, and releases her arms from his tight grip.
She’s free, she realizes distantly.
Even if she wants to, she doesn’t think she can move enough to claw at him anyway.
Warm seed pools at the stretched, aching opening of her pussy, dribbles down her thigh. She sighs as she sinks into the warm stone beneath her cheek, alluring sleep calling through her exhaustion.
In a moment, she feels her world tilting, eyes fluttering open in confusion as she finds herself held against the human’s torn chest, still dripping lightly with blood. She presses her cheek to the warm liquid, a sense of satisfaction curling in her belly. Must be the proximity to his delicious, beating heart…
Idiot human, holding her so close. As soon as she recovers, as soon as she gathers strength, she will tear him apart.
Just a little nap, first.
The human lifts her as he stands, stepping out of the warm pool of water. “Do you live nearby?”
Maomao hisses weakly, brows pulling together. “None of your business.”
“I’m either taking you to your home,” he says, “or bringing you back with me. Your choice.”
She growls under her breath, annoyed. There is no way in hell she’ll be allowing him to take her somewhere unknown, away from the wonderful warmth of her beloved terrain.
“It’s nearby,” she grumbles into his chest. “I’ll guide you.”
“Alright,” he answers. “Do you have a name, little demon?”
Maomao glares into his chest, annoyed once more. She has a feeling that if she doesn’t respond he’ll pester her until she’s forced to. “Maomao.”
“Maomao.” He smiles. “Like a cat.”
She growls. “And what is it they call you, freak human?”
“You can call me Zui.”