[Musing] Onigokko

[pre-story]I almost did it again, that thing where a musing turns into  full chapter. This idea's been rattling around in my head for a while, a wild, amazonian woman who turns out to be a tsundere, and an oni seemed like a good choice, to go with the tsundere theme. Also, Onigokko is the japanese word for 'tag', and I like puns. I was kinda expecting this to be something light and cute and kinda funny, but it got a little unexpectedly heavy and emotional toward the end. Probably not enough focus on the sex, honestly... But writing emotional stuff is always kinda exhausting... I was also planning to end it with an epilogue of Hiroshi returning home and telling his parents he's alive, then introducing them to Akane and letting them know they're getting married, but I was already way over my word-goal. Anyways, enough rambling, enjoy!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

“Oi! Wimp!” The demon’s booming voice heralded her arrival and stirred Hiroshi from his thoughts. He looked over to the tiger skin hanging in the entrance of the cave just in time to see it thrown aside with a sweep of a bright red arm. “I got dinner!” Akane announced proudly as she stepped inside, thrusting her other arm forward, proudly holding out the corpse of a wild boar, its back legs gripped tightly in her fist, the fresh kill still dripping blood.

Akane was everything one expected in an oni. Almost twice his height, with blood-red skin, a long mane of stark white hair, and short, curved horns jutting from her forehead. Her eyes were bright red, to match her skin, and her broad, beaming grin bared a mouthful of sharp teeth, with extra-long fangs and tusks at the corners. She was barely dressed, a strip of tigerskin tied around her chest to match the loincloth dangling between her thighs. Her body was covered in rugged muscle and dotted with scars, lines of slightly paler red on her otherwise smooth skin. When he’d first arrived, she’d been much worse. She refused to wear a top, she wouldn’t bathe, so she was always covered in dirt, and her hair had been a wild, matted, tangled mess. But over the last months, he’d managed to convince her to wash, to cover herself, and she even let him brush her hair (which was quite a process, especially the first time, as her hair was almost as long as he was tall).



Hiroshi glanced down at the trail of dripping blood and sighed, knowing he’d have to deal with that later. He pushed himself to his feet and gestured over to the firepit he’d set up in the middle of the cave. “Just set it down, I’ll start preparing it.” He told her.

She did, stepping back and watching, fascinated, as he sat down, took up his knife and began to carefully skin and gut the boar. The whole idea of cooking had been a foreign concept to her, before she’d found Hiroshi, she’d just been eating her kills raw, and still, the process seemed almost magical to her. It hadn’t even been a whole season, but her life had completely changed with him around. Sure, she had to wear a top and bathe and such, but she got to eat delicious roast meat, the cave was always clean, and he brushed her hair for her… And it was kinda nice to have somebody there when she got back from hunting. As he started to carve the boar up, she paused, something finally clicking in her mind. “So… you’re walking on your own now.” She commented, her expression falling slightly.

Hiroshi blinked, suddenly distracted from his butchery. “Oh, uh… yeah. I gave it a try the other day and it’s not hurting anymore. I think it’s pretty much healed at this point, though I still don’t want to try anything strenuous yet, just to be safe.” He replied, glancing down at his leg. “I’m really lucky you found me, I would never have made it back to the village with a broken leg.” he added, looking over at her and flashing a sheepish smile.

Akane smiled, weakly, in return, then went back to silence. As Hiroshi carved up the boar, she set to work starting up the fire like he’d taught her, and soon there was a roaring flame warming the cave, and soon after, the smell of roasting boar filled the space. “...I guess you’ll be heading back to the village soon, huh?” She asked, quietly, as she stared into the flames.

Hiroshi paused in the middle of turning a haunch of boar. “I… I guess so.” He admitted, the realization hitting him. He glanced over at her. She was acting… odd. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he asked, idly, then shook his head. “I suppose I’ve imposed on your hospitality long enough. I guess I’ll start preparing for the trip in the morning.” He resolved, then turned his attention back to the meat cooking on the fire. “I guess I should make some of this into jerky…” He muttered, not noticing the odd expression that crossed Akane’s features.

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“Goodnight, Akane.” Hiroshi muttered as he settled into his makeshift bed of matted leaves covered with hide, rolling over to put the last flickering remnants of the cooking fire behind him.

Akane sat there, watching the fire burn down for a little while longer, knees up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them as she stared into the flames. The warmth was starting to fade out of the cavern, the warm, smoky air fleeing out into the night, past the tiger-hide curtain, leaving only the chill night air in its wake. If she knew what a metaphor was, it might have seemed a good one. She’d always thought she had a pretty good life. She ate when she was hungry, she slept when she was tired, nobody bothered her, nobody tried to kill her, and she answered to nobody. But she’d gotten spoiled. She liked the warmth and light of a roaring fire, the smell and taste of roasting meat, she liked having somebody around… No, she didn’t like having somebody around, she liked having Hiroshi around. And now he was going to leave… Unless she did something crazy.

Hiroshi was just starting to drift off when suddenly, he felt a very large hand grab his shoulder and roll him over to his back. He snapped back to consciousness just in time to see Akane loom over him, straddling his much smaller form, a crazy look in her eyes. “A-Akane?!” He stammered in panic. Was… was she finally going to eat him, after all this time?

“Shut up, wimp.” She snapped, raising her free hand, flexing her clawed fingers. “I’m not gonna hurt you, unless you struggle too much.” She told him, in a very not-reassuring manner. She brought the hand down, trailing a claw down his chest teasingly until it hooked on his belt, and with a flick of her wrist, the fabric shredded. Two more flicks and his robe was thrown open entirely, his body completely exposed. Even by human standards, he wasn’t particularly large, with a relatively slim build, pale, smooth skin, and lengthy, silky black hair that was untied for the night.  The only feature he was particularly proud of was his dick, even soft, it seemed ill-proportioned to the rest of him, an oversized serpent resting on a pair of balls the size of plums.

“Not bad…” She muttered, then sat up straight, looming over him like a true demon, the dying light of the fire glistening off the contours of her crimson muscles, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent, a cocky grin on her lips, baring her sharp teeth. “Now get it hard.” She commanded.

“Wh-what?” Hirosi stammered.

“You heard me, wimp! Don’t make me repeat myself!” Akane snapped back, then paused. “Oh, I get it. You need something to look at, right?” She asked, grinning wickedly. She reached up, hooked her finger into the edge of her tigerskin top and yanked. The knot came undone beneath her fiendish strength, and her breasts bounced free, two enormous orbs, each bigger than Hiroshi’s head, capped with darker red nipples that swiftly stiffened as they were exposed to the cool night air. “W-well? Not bad, huh?” She asked as she leaned forward to let the monstrous melons hang and sway in front of her. For just a moment, Hiroshi almost thought he heard a faint tremor in her voice.

Akane looked down at his crotch and saw his shaft stir, growing slowly with each bat of his heart, but it wasn’t hard yet. “Need more, huh? ...How about this?” She asked, reaching down to her loincloth and tearing that away in turn. Her hard abs and toned thighs inescapably led his gaze to her center, to the faintly-glistening red lips of her womanhood, barely visible beneath a coarse, untamed tangle of stark white pubic hair. She thrust her hips forward, working them in lewd circles. “L-like that? Does that demon pussy turn you on, wimp?” She demanded. A wave of scent hit him as he stared, a thick, heady, stuffy smell, the smell of a woman’s sweat and pheromones, but much stronger than he’d ever imagined it.

Hiroshi didn’t need to answer, his body did it for him. His cheeks were bright red, but his cock swiftly lurched to its full size, the forearm-sized shaft laying on his stomach, held down by its own weight. “Wh-why are you doing this, Akane?” He finally managed to ask.

Akane snarled angrily, reaching down to grip his cock in one large, powerful hand, giving it an almost-painful squeeze. “Because I’m an oni! I take what I want, and nobody can stop me! So just- lay there like a good little wimp and let me have my fun!” She commanded, angling the human’s cock straight up, shifting her hips until her slit hovered directly above it.

Hiroshi braced himself, gritting his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut. She held it there for a moment… then another… then another. It was then that he noticed her hand was trembling. He opened his eyes a fraction. “Akane-” He began.

“I said shut up!” Akane snapped, cutting Hiroshi off. Spurred to action, she suddenly dropped her hips. She felt the head press against her lips, felt it part them, felt it push inside… Then pain. Sharp, searing pain, an instant of agony, made worse by the fact that the sudden spike of pain made her legs give out and drop her weight fully onto the human’s length, falling until her hips rested on his. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, claws biting into his flesh, threatening to break skin as her entire body tensed up, freezing in place.

Hiroshi groaned as his length was suddenly swallowed by Akane’s pussy, her muscular core squeezing him like a vice. But he couldn’t help but notice a trickle of blood flowing out around the root of his cock. “Akane, are you-” He asked, eyes widening.

“Shut up!” Akane snapped again, cutting him off. “Of- Of course I would be, idiot! Who would want to sleep with a- a big gorilla like me?!” She demanded.

That was when Hiroshi noticed that, despite the angry snarl on her lips, her eyes were watering. “Akane…”

“I said shut up! It doesn’t hurt! This is nothing! Just- Just don’t move yet!” Akane insisted.

Hiroshi smiled, reaching up, his hands coming to rest on the much larger woman’s toned, powerful thighs, gently caressing the trembling muscles, fingertips tracing their contours. “Akane… I think you’re beautiful.” He breathed, looking up at her face.

Akane’s eyes widened. “You- NO! Shut up! Don’t lie to me!” She snarled, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head.

“I’m not lying! You’re always so strong and powerful and confident…” He told her, firmly, then smiled softly. “And I think this side of you is cute, too.”

Akane’s free hand shot up to her face. With skin as red as hers, Hiroshi had never expected to see her blush. “I-I’m not cute!” She snapped, angrily, but he could feel her grip on his shoulder loosen, feel her core relax and her depths grow wetter.

“You’re cute!” Hiroshi insisted. “Your blush is adorable!” He added, his hands sliding up to her hips, gripping them firmly as he rolled his hips slightly.

“No! I’m not cute! Don’t move! I’ll kill you!” Akane snapped, but when she tried to dig her claws into his shoulder again, she found the strength gone from her limbs, her body trembling, suddenly weak. The pain in her core had faded without her noticing and now, the tiny motions of Hiroshi’s shaft sent shuddering waves of pleasure shooting through her.

“You ARE cute!” Hiroshi insisted, rolling his hips again, more forcefully than before. “You’re even cuter when you try to deny it! You’re adorable, even! I want to make you blush more! I want to make you be honest about your feelings!”

“S-stop it! Stop moving! Stop looking at me! Stop saying I’m cute! Stop lying! I’ll kill you, I swear, I’ll kill you!” Akane cried out, her voice turning from angry snarl to pleading wail. She let go of Hiroshi’s shoulder completely, that hand joining its counterpart in covering her face, her cheeks burning brightly with embarrassment.

“Never! You’re cute! You’re cute even when you threaten me! You’re so cute! You’re super-cute!” Hiroshi shot back, gripping Akane’s hips tighter as he ground his own against them. Every time he insisted she was cute, she squeezed around his member, her depths growing wetter, hotter, tighter.

“Stop! Stop!” Akane wailed, unable to handle the surge of emotions that crashed over her each time he called her cute and the pleasure that surged in her core each time he ground his hips against hers. She couldn’t take this, she had to get away! She shifted one trembling leg, planting her foot and pushing off, trying to stand up, but she was too weak, too unbalanced, and with a yelp she fell backwards, sprawling out on her back.

Hiroshi was on top of her in an instant, his small human body wedged between her spread thighs, his hands gripping her wide hips as he began to move his hips, drawing them back. “I can’t! Akane! I- I love you!” He shouted, suddenly thrusting his hips forward, planting his cock deep inside her once again.

Akane let out a wail, her back arching. The pain was gone, long-forgotten, leaving only pleasure behind as Hiroshi thrust into her again. “No~! That’s not fair! You can’t- You can’t just say that! I’m an oni! A monster! A- A big dumb gorilla!” She objected, thrashing this way and that as she shook her head violently. She tried to squeeze her legs together, trying to force him out, but she was too weak, the motion serving only to hold him between them.

“I mean it! I love you, Akane! I don’t care what you are! I love you!” Hiroshi insisted, his hips pulling back and thrusting forward again, working off pure instinct to pound his hips against hers, flesh smacking loudly on flesh with each thrust. If she wouldn’t believe his words, he’d make her body understand his feelings!

Akane writhed beneath Hiroshi’s savage thrusts, her body trembling, her pussy spasming uncontrollably, squeezing around her lover’s length. Tears flowed freely from the corners of her eyes, hidden behind her hands. Her body wasn’t listening to her anymore! “It- It’s not true~! You- You can’t~” She cried. “I- I’m crude, and rough, and mean! I call you names, and I can’t do anything a wife is supposed to! Wh- Why would you love me?!” she wailed, sniffling.

“You are! You’re all those things! And I still love you! I love you because of them!” Hiroshi told her, thrusting his hips even faster. “I don’t care if you can’t cook or clean, I don’t care if you call me names! I love you!” He insisted, releasing Akane’s hips to reach up and grab her wrists, just barely able to reach them as he continued to pound his hips against hers, and pulled them away from her face, looking her straight in her teary eyes. “I want to be with you forever! Marry me!” He proposed, forcefully, a look of determination on his face she’d never seen before.

Akane’s eyes widened for a moment, stunned by the proposal, staring into Hiroshi’s. Then she started crying again. “It’s not fair~! It’s not fair~!” she wailed, her legs wrapping around his smaller body completely, pulling him in even deeper. “If- if you ask me that- now-  I- I won’t be able to say no! You- You have to take responsibility!” She bawled, her body writhing against his as he thrust into her core over and over again. She moaned between sobs, her body giving up all semblance of resistance as the pleasure overcame her entirely.

“I will! I’ll marry you! I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life!” He swore, then gritted his teeth and let out a groan, hips becoming  blur as he rutted like an animal into his bride-to-be, pumping his length in and out of her over and over again. His fat, plum-sized balls churned with an enormous load of thick, fertile, human spunk as they smacked against Akane’s thighs.

Akane felt her womb tremble as it dropped lower, its entrance twitching, ready to drink in the virile seed of her lover, ready to be bred, to be filled with Hiroshi’s child. The tears still flowed as she reached down, wrapping her arms around Hiroshi’s shoulders, pulling him close, his head buried between the mountains of her breasts. “I- I- I love you! I love you, Hiroshi! I’ll marry you! I’ll be your wife! I’ll have your children! We’ll start a family! I LOVE YOUUUU~!” She howled, her back arching sharply as her human lover’s overgrown cock slammed its tip against the entrance to her eager womb, the burst of pleasure setting off a massive orgasm in her core. Her every muscle pulled tight as white-hot pleasure burned along her every nerve, clinging to the smaller male desperately, almost threatening to crush him.

“Akane!” Hiroshi groaned in reply, his voice muffled by her abundant chest as her pussy spasmed wildly, gripping his length like a vice, her long legs squeezing him tight, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go, the head of his shaft grinding against something deep inside her. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. He came hard, a geyser of thick, hot, pearly-white cum blasting from his cock directly into her womb, the spasming walls of her depths milking out every last drop. He trembled in her embrace as his balls tightened again and again, firing blasts of hot, molten lust into her depths, flooding her tightly-squeezing pussy to the limit, until the spasmic contractions forced some of the excess back out around the base of his shaft.

The two lovers held each other for a long while as they trembled in the aftershocks of their powerful shared orgasm. Hiroshi’s body quaked as his exhausted body managed one last spurt, his shaft throbbing larger as his balls squeezed tight, wringing out the last drops of their heavy load. Akane shuddered at the sensation, her rugged muscles rippling, her crimson skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as she lay there, the pleasure having left her powerful body as weak as a kitten. Eventually, his softening member slipped from her pussy, but neither moved to pull away.

“...Akane?” Hiroshi finally spoke, breaking the silence that hung over the cave, lifting his head from the valley of her breasts.

“Y-yeah?” Akane muttered, still in a daze.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, lips curling into a soft smile.

Akane’s cheeks went redder and she looked off to the side. “...It’s embarrassing.”

“Pretty please?” He asked, his smile taking on a playful twist as he crawled up her towering body until his head was even with hers.

Akane’s gaze flicked up to his, then off to the side again, her arms still wrapped around his slender shoulders. “I-I’ll allow it, if you say it again...” She finally muttered.

“It? What do you mean?” He asked, teasingly. She shot him an angry look, and he chuckled softly. “Sorry, sorry.” He apologized, looking into her eyes, smiling warmly. “I love you, Akane.” He told her, earnestly. Akane’s heart throbbed. He leaned down, and their lips met in a warm, tender, loving kiss, the towering demoness melting into her lover’s embrace.