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The human body had its limitations, unlike devils. You came to realize it a little too late as you were running through the dark alleyways and the rotten human body you took over was already giving up. Funny, you had thought the body of a devil hunter would have been stronger than this. Nonetheless, humans were never meant to host devils after all.
The organs of this body were failing, and the bones couldn’t handle the strength of a devil. When you jumped down from that building to avoid the devil hunter that was after you, the bones had shattered. Now, you weren’t as fast. You had to find blood to heal.
First, you had to make sure to lose that hunter.
Turning a corner, you rushed down another alleyway only to find yourself at a dead end. The alleyway walls were close enough to make continuous jumps to reach the roof, but you weren’t sure if this body’s legs could handle it.
Then, you heard it.
“Are you realizing the limits of humans?” he asked, pulling out a flask from his coat’s inner pocket. “Miserable, isn’t it?”
“Leave me be, human! I’ll spare your life if you do,” you chuckled with false confidence. You were weak, and you knew that a single wrong move could result in defeat. The man was called Kishibe, you remembered, because during the fight someone had said his name.
“That girl you took was mine,” he said, tilting the flask up against his lips as he drank everything. “You’re ruining her image. I should kill you for this.”
“This thing?” you asked, gesturing at the weak body you had obtained. “It’s rotten.”
He put the flask away and took a step forward. Since he wasn’t holding any weapons, you knew you could take him in a fight. As long as this body served you despite its limits, you would make it out and feast on his blood to recover.
“Rat Fiend,” he started. Another step forward, he was closing the distance. “Despite my wishes, Makima wants you to serve her.”
Scoffing, you glared at him. “She should serve me!”
“I’m informed that you’re intelligent,” he replied and stopped in front of you. “Are you playing dumb to deceive me? Regardless, I wouldn’t underestimate a devil or fiend.”
You paused, scanning him for any threats. “What if I don’t want to serve?” you asked, studying his face.
“Then you’ll be killed.”
His scent was reeking of anger but his face didn’t have any traces of a single emotion. You were unsure of what you were dealing with.
“What’s your decision?” he asked.
You were defeated. The least you could do was to try to salvage this and stay alive as a fiend, even if it meant serving Makima. Serving humans.
“Fine,” you answered, giving up. The body was failing anyway. “Give me blood,” you added. “This rotten body is fucking useless.” It was your body now. You had to take care of it.
He nodded, walking toward you and rolling up his sleeve. You allowed him close and that seemed to be your first mistake, as he grabbed your face and bashed your head against the wall behind you.
Another bone cracked, probably the skull. You gasped in pain as he pressed his body against yours. “Show some respect. This woman was stronger than you.”
“She still got killed by me,” you replied, smiling despite the pain. “Her body will serve me now.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then, you heard his belt unbuckling, “Her body serves me even after death.”
His free hand pulled down the pants you wore.
“You will regret this,” you said, raising your voice. “You hear me?”
“I hear her voice, alright,” he said, leaning close to whisper into your ear. “You shouldn’t have taken her body.”
You prepared to fight back but stopped when a sharp pain struck your stomach after he let go of your face. Looking down, you saw a large blade stabbed into your stomach, blood was furiously gushing out of the wound.
Kishibe didn’t seem to mind it as he grabbed your leg to allow his engorged cock access to your entrance. Putting away the blade, he placed his hand on your clothed chest, groping your tits. He kneaded the flesh and it felt good. He knew this body better than you.
Blood spilled out of your mouth and you tried swallowing it down to regain strength.
Yet, you were too weak.
He surged his hips forward and you felt the girth of his cock slowly stretch your walls until the entire length was inside. He pulled back only to slam right back into your pussy with force, stealing a moan out of you.
Groaning, he started thrusting continuously, setting a pace. You met his eyes, glaring at him. “At least you didn’t ruin her pretty face,” he said, his knuckles caressing your cheek in a sickeningly intimate move. “I’ll give you my blood later as appreciation.”
You didn’t say anything. If you were to open your mouth, you could lose more blood. As long as you endured this, you could live. The promise of blood was giving you hope and excitement. However, it couldn’t distract you from how well his cock was filling your pussy.
Your blood was still spilling from your stomach, soaking his clothes and painting your bodies red. When you looked between your bodies, you could see it coating his cock as he was thrusting mercilessly into you.
His hand on your chest trailed up to your neck and he squeezed. Your hands immediately went to your neck, fingers trying to pry his hand open but it was futile. He was applying enough strength to crush your windpipe. One wrong move and he could even rip your head off. How could a human be this strong?
His thrusts became more erratic.
The pressure on your throat was becoming unbearable. Your head was throbbing in pain, getting dizzy from the lack of circulation.
His cock twitched. A glimmer of hope. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last long. He would let you go once he came. Your body moved on its own. You were trying to meet his thrusts and sucking him in deeper. He let out a pleased sound and you felt his cock throb in your cunt, alerting you of his oncoming release.
Another moan left your mouth, Kishibe’s hand finally loosening around your neck as he snapped his hips forward one last time. The tip of his cock spurted thick ropes of cum into you, painting your womb white.
He sighed as he pulled out. The second he moved away, your body couldn’t hold itself up on its own anymore. Slowly sliding down against the brick wall, you sat on the ground, dismissing the pants that were halfway below your knees.
“Here,” he said after tucking himself back in his pants. “For your troubles.”
You looked up to see him cut his hand and hold it above your face. Tilting your head up, you watched small drops of blood trickle down from his closed up fist and into your mouth. The warm blood was delicious, working instantly to heal your broken body.
He had a blank expression on his face as he watched you drink tiny drops of his blood hungrily. When you lolled out your tongue to catch the drops, he spoke, “She served me.”
You swallowed the blood he offered, looking up at him through your lashes.
He took his hand away, wiping the blood on his coat carelessly. He stared down at you. An unnoticeable smirk was on his lips. “And you’ll serve me.”