Dinner date with an Ushi-Oni

	Another perfectly folded pile of laundry falls before your frantic search, curses spilling out of your mouth as you try to find something actually suitable to wear. It's been years since you've had an actual capital-D Date, but it shouldn't be this hard to find a button-up to go with this jacket and pair of pants. The five minutes it takes you to locate a wrinked button-up shirt is five minutes too long, cutting into your panicked grooming of your hair (fine) and your skin (not on fire, so it'll have to do) and your preparing to leave the house in a 'timely' (read; five minutes late) manner. To your credit, you're only going to be eight minutes late when you slam your ass into the rusty sedan's seat and take off. Breaking only a few traffic laws on your way and relatively poor traffic makes you only three minutes late when you pull into a parking spot and try not to look like you're running to the entrance of The Baroness while you hurry yourself into the restaurant.
	The maitre d' is kind enough to not give you a nasty look given your still rumpled shirt, somewhat dusty jacket, and faintly glowing runes on your head when she escorts you to your arranged table in one of the far corners of the restaurant. The slab-like chair on the other side of the table is notable mostly in how empty it is but you wait for her to depart before you let out a sigh of relief. At least you're not the only one late. You fiddle with the menu for a few minutes agonizing over the prices of literally everything and marveling that the menu is not made out of plastic like the last five hundred times you've been to a restaurant before your date settles into the “chair” across from you with a heavy thud. Evelyn gives you a smile through sharp teeth before she too picks up her menu. “Nice to see you too, Duron.”
	You let out a short laugh before actually looking up from your menu. Her stark, bright white dress stands out almost uncomfortably against the low-lit background and dark furnishings, and people are starting to notice. Evelyn  notices too, but when she actually tuns her head, everyone is carefully examining their menus or hands. One claw covers her unsealed eye, arm resting heavily on the table.

“Ugh. People are staring at me again.”

“'course they're staring. Ushi-Oni and a sorcerer sit down in a nice restaurant for some dinner? It's ridiculous. Everyone knows we can't hold down jobs.” You try to sound confident and masculine and fail, but at least you get a smile out of her and she goes back to examining the menu, wincing as she looks at the price of everything.
“Duron, how are you planning to pay for this? They're charging five dollars for water!”
“Savings.”
“You work at a gas station!”
“Savings. Oh, that reminds me. Got Edgar to heal me Tuesday. I'm all fixed now.”
Her eyes go from near panic to hungry so fast you'd swear you could hear the gear shift.
“... oh? Everything?”
You lean back and try not to give her the shit-eatingest grin you can muster.

You fail.

Dinner is quick, and you barely notice the stream of annoyances from the waitstaff assuming you're too poor to actually pay a tip. Soon, you find yourself back in your old beater of a car, seat pulled aside so that Evelyn can actually fit into it (awkwardly, legs pressed together and more standing than sitting but she does fit) so that you can 'show her around your place'. Last time, you ended up at her place and wrecked her floor, so you guess it's only fair. You park your car and pile out, helping Evelyn get her legs out of the car without twisting something even though she could easily do it herself and the impossible strength behind her arms. Which reminds you: You should really do that thing in order to be able to walk for the next week without having to go listen to another of Edgar's lectures.

	You start when you step inside your apartment's entrance hall. To your credit you manage to finish the somatics on Bull's Strength before she picks you up and throws you against the concrete wall. It hurts, sure, but your bones are currently hard as iron for the next few hours and you've suffered worse at her hands before. You nearly make it to your feet, stumbling over the words for Bear's Endurance before she's on top of you, dragging you bodily into her arms and pinning your own against your sides, a parody of a bridal carry where you playfully struggle while she scuttles through your tiny apartment. Even with your newly enhanced strength you're still nothing before her, your arms barely moving her own when you try to struggle free. Magic's out of the question, since as a sorceror you rely on having your hands free to cast and they're currently busy being engulfed by enormous paws. You could get yourself free but that would involve using something seriously dangerous and besides that you like where this is going.

	The door to your room is blasted open with a well-placed kick, slamming loudly against the wall. Before you even get a chance to take in your familiar surroundings you are surrendered to the sweet ministrations of two truly harsh mistresses; gravity and velocity. You slam into the bed with an audible creak (Impressive, seeing as the mattress is braced against the ground and isn't a spring mattress, but hey) while she carefully (for an Ushi-Oni, anyway) pulls off her dress over her head and flings it to the side, a deep sigh coming from her as she appreciates her freedom and you appreciate her. It's only a moment before she takes the opportunity to pounce on you like an oversize cat, pinning you to the bed with her arms and pedipalps while she tears your clothes open, lips on yours. She's obviously horny, grinding her pussy against you and gasping when the kiss has ended, but she lacks the usual sadistic smile and manic laughter of her kind. She seems almost hesitant, eyes flitting over your body and grinding against your now quite firm erection but not actually taking the initiative. You dimly remember her apologizing profusely after last time when she quite literally broke your pelvis instead of the usual metaphorical smashing.

	As touching as her worry for your groinal integrity is your bones are literally stronger than iron right now and you are beyond ready to get started, so you take a calculated risk. You have near-absolute faith in her self control, and she's proven you right every single day since you've met her. The risk is a simple one. You reach up while she continues her slow, pointless grinding and gently pull the seal off her eye.

Man, are you ever bad at math.

Her eyes constrict to just the pupil, iris barely visible while her mouth goes from soft smile to grin like a razorblade in mere moments and you'd take a moment to appreciate the inherent humor in one of her eyes taking too long to adjust, but that moment is occupied by her slamming her body down on yours, then raising it just high enough to get your cock lined up with her and repeating. Evelyn is still holding back somewhat – you can't feel your bones creaking yet, iron-hard though they may be – but all gentleness is gone from her while she pounds you through the mattress,  powerful strokes dragging whimpers out of you. You can't move and you can barely breathe with the pressure she's putting on you but all you can think about is how good it feels while she fucks the life out of you. It's just so warm and safe, which is a bit ironic since without your magic your life would literally be in danger right now, but you're perfectly willing to be her fuckpuppet and Evelyn seems VERY happy to oblige.

	The first time you come is within minutes of starting, her heat and tightness just overwhelming you. She held you down while you twitched and laughed kindly. Of course, she didn't stop or give you enough time to go soft in her, nor did she the next time you came, or the next after that. Soon you don't have the energy to wriggle in her incredible grip, lying there as she uses you like a dirty rag and coming every time she prompts you with a squeeze of her walls, drawing more laughter as she takes what she wants from you. She comes even more frequently, her powerful drives prompting one almost every minute but each one seems to only bolster her strength while you grow weaker and weaker underneath her powerful thrusts. Your arms have been pinned under Evelyn's since around the fifth minute, and you can't do anything other than submit to her desires while she devours you hungrily, bit by bit. Eventually when she pulls another orgasm out of your wracked body the climax proves too much for you and you drift into the world of unconsciousness.

When you wake – five hours later, according to the clock beside your bed – Evelyn is slowing down. Her slows are long and deep now instead of hard and fast, and while she doesn't look tired she looks – satisfied? Is it even possible for an Ushi-Oni to have enough? Still, she laughs again when you cum inside her once more, sultry words from her mouth that are completely incoherent through the haze of lust that she must view the world through. Your cum has long since filled her completely, and each new shot only displaces some from inside of her, spilling out onto your own ravaged body. You're honestly lucky you can keep up, but your bottomless font of spirit energy that makes you a sorcerer also makes you a perfect companion for an Ushi-Oni. Eventually she takes the seal off the bedside table and places it back over her own eye, flopping down on you, still engulfing you. Her weight is comforting against you and Evelyn stares lovingly at you while you pant and try to catch your breath. “That was... incredible, Duron. Thank you for... trusting me.” She leans forwards, arms pushing her breasts together while she puts on her best 'begging' face. “So, when can we do that again?”

You groan, and try to go back to sleep.