Oni-Daughteru does Cosplay

A dozen empty tankards stood on the low table. A very large young lady danced out of the kitchen with another four. Her dress twirled in the air as she spun towards the table. There was a very small young gentleman sprawled on the table. One of the tankards stood in front of him, half-full. His red face contorted as he groaned pitifully.

The young oni sat down at the table. She gulped down one of the new tankards without a word.
>Ahn~ This is the best! We should do this every week!
>Erin... Erin, I'm gonna puke... I'm dying!
She reclined to the floor. Why was he that wasted after barely a sip? It's amazing how different humans and Onis can be. Besides, what was the point in this Bavarian maid costume if he wasn't conscious to admire it. Damn.

She quickly downed the rest. Might as well get to molesting him already, he wasn't getting any more lucid. She spilled some beer on her bust. She was briefly annoyed, but then had an idea. She opened her top buttons. What a nice idea~



She was on her back on the pillows. She pulled him over her like a ragdoll, kissing her face all over before turning him around. She positioned his hips onto her chest and his head to her crotch. He groaned unintellegibly as she pulled her panties down and her knee-length skirt and apron up. Was that a no he was trying to mumble? She sort of didn't care.

His head was pressed between her muscular thighs and shins, his mouth pressing right on her genitals. He awkwardly licked and probed at her. That certainly didn't seem like a no. His little penis wormed it's way into her bust. She could feel it pump back and forth and he wiggled his hips on top of her.

She stretched herself to full length. She only had to lie back and let him do all the work. How nice~ It was sort of like having a slave - or a pet. But... Was he really in love with her? He said he loved her, but was that true? She did rape him, and she was as a matter of fact in the process of raping him again. Her mellow happiness had already turned to uncertain worry when he splurted his seed into her bust.



She crawled out from under her. She carried him to her bed, weeping quietly all the way. She put him down and leaned in to kiss him. He moaned again. What was that? She leaned even closer.
>Er... Erin...
This was it. Was he going to finally tell the truth?
>I love you...

She hugged him tight with tears in her eyes. She could feel his slimy sperm press out of her bust and onto his jaw.
>Please... Just... No beer next week...
Maybe it was true...? But would she still like him if they just did friend stuff together? Attractive Onis were supposed to drink hard, after all. But drinking always made her sad in the end.

She climbed under the sheets with him. She should have really taken a shower beforehand, her dress was all grimy with sweat, beer and jizz. He'd have a hell of a hangover AND a big, smelly Oni snoring next to him in the morning. How embarrassing. That was fine, though, as long as he would hold her through the night.