priestess 1

i was thinking about half-oni archer and priestess shinji and would would happen if oni went through regular ruts. maybe because archer is only half-oni it doesn’t happen as often, so they only experience it together after shinji is settled in as the priestess.

maybe they’ve already turned in for the night — after her daily duties archer has helped shinji relieve herself of the milk that’s accumulated in the latter part of the day. (having to take a break midday for it too, much to their surprise. maybe her staff has taken to bottling it and offering it for holy and medicinal properties. scream. it’s so embarrassing but she’s trying to be graceful about it. she loves her people very much!!!) she’s already relaxed in the bath and today’s offering from the community was a generous plate of fresh fruit. shinji is curled up on the floor beside archer, tired and full. he’s petting her hair while she makes soft, pleased sounds and thinking about how much he enjoys his daily life with shinji and how satisfied he feels being able to assist her.

the heat on his skin and heaviness in his limbs sink in so slowly that he doesn’t even notice right away — it isn’t until his breath hitches and comes out in short, stilted puffs that he begins to recognize something isn’t right. he starts to shift in his position sitting on the floor, suddenly becoming very aware of the sensation of heat pulsing in his gut. it’s uncomfortable and he would love to be in denial about this, but the onset has been too ominous and too alarming. he stops petting shinji to bring his hand to his forehead, noting his heated, clammy skin. his other hand is holding him upright, as his body has started to tremble. he can feel adrenaline and agitation sinking into his frame.

shinji’s ears twitch before turning themselves to archer, listening for odd sounds even before she can lift herself completely from her minor food coma. rubbing at her face, she softly calls out to archer, noticing his pointed, distant stare. shinji can’t help but think he looks a little like a wild animal, startled and focused. he seems to only react to her once she gently touches his arm. quickly, he moves away from her, mumbling an apology. she starts to object when he interrupts that he feels unwell; that he doesn’t want to hurt her. it doesn’t take long after that for shinji to realize just what’s going on with him. because oni were indigenous to this area at one time, she’s studied them. even despite knowing they experience mating cycles, she failed to ever consider that possibility for archer. brow creasing in concentration, shinji chews on her bottom lip a bit before speaking up. she assures archer that he won’t hurt her.

while she actually doesn’t know that for sure, the most important thing to her is keeping archer as calm as possible. they love each other, so this is just... something they’ll deal with. it isn’t as if archer doesn’t roll with the punches as far as shinji is concerned, so she sees no problem in doing the same. soft fingers return to archer’s bicep and stroke softly, trying to comfort him. she speaks quietly, telling him that he’s okay, that they can take care of this together.

with a soft smile she climbs into his lap. shinji feels grateful that her body contains so many healing properties as she accepts that she’ll have to improvise. licking and sucking on her own fingers, they disappear underneath her robes. she can feel her face burn hot under archer’s gaze as she attempts to prepare herself, even if she knows that nothing can ever truly prepare her body for archer. they were intimate often, but penetration was less so because it required a day off for recovery. soft noises escape her lips as she pushes into herself and she can’t help but meet archer’s eyes for just a moment. it’s a little embarrassing, but being able to help him in any way makes affection bloom deeply within her chest. she’s silent when she reaches down to unbutton archer’s pants and smiles to herself when she hears him inhale sharply at the feeling of cool air on hot skin. stroking him a few times and listening to him whimper, she doesn’t waste a lot of time before adjusting her robes and positioning herself over him, exhaling quietly in a second of mental preparation.

archer being “big” was an understatement. it wasn’t as if shinji disliked it at all, but it also wasn’t something to be taken lightly. her hands against archer’s bare chest, she fondly looks to his warm, red face as she slowly lowers herself onto him, biting her lip in anticipation of the burning stretch she’s about to endure. she can’t help but think archer is cute, the way his breath hitches when their bodies connect and how he trembles as quiet, whining sounds fall out of his mouth. he looks both tense and so grateful, and shinji is so indescribably elated to help him this way. shoulders tense and legs shaking, she cries when archer is completely inside her. shuddering in delight at the way her body is quivering around him, archer grabs her face and kisses her deeply, drinking in her strained whimpers. his guilt is eclipsed by pleasure as his feral oni instinct takes the wheel. they’ve done this enough times to know that in spite of the pain, shinji enjoys this.

she’s panting while her body adjusts to the shape of archer and she places her hand over her stomach. she can feel him twitching; feel his heat. it’s a surreal moment. his name leaves her mouth in a hushed tone as she can feel his hips trembling, trying to hold back the urge to move in a way that might ruin her. she’s feeling tipsy on the electricity running through her veins, so it almost sounds enticing. with a heavy breath, she nods and his large, calloused hands wrap around soft hips. together they move and cry out sharply in unison. there’s strained, soft laughter as they soak in the joy of being completely joined and their foreheads press together before archer kisses her again. his hips are eager to rock into her and shinji yelps into his mouth before she reaches up and runs her hands through his hair, making small fists and pulling. when he bottoms out again she arches her back and cries out another time. slowly she matches his rhythm, only trembling with unsteadiness every so often. archer’s breathing picks up into a low growl, feeling his arousal ramp up to its full potential. shinji might be crying freely, but her stuttering whispers of “don’t stop” reassure him that she’s doing just fine.

archer can’t help but admire her. seeing her quiver and sob with both pain and pleasure as she completely envelops him, face stained pink from exertion and breasts wobbling as she draws in heaving breaths — she’s beautiful. this shinji is just for him. only him. it pleases him at his most basic, carnal level. the sounds he emits are gruff and heavy as he mouths at her collar bones and nips at her ear, licking and sucking at her neck before curiously pressing sharp teeth against skin. when her hips wiggle and grind down into him, he bites in a fit of possessive nature, marking her as his own. she gasps and writhes against him, eyelids feeling heavy as her mouth falls open. she’s dizzy from everything, morbidly curious as she peers downward and registers the sight of him warping the shape of her from the inside. her mind goes blank when she orgasms, desperately crying to archer that she loves him. he’s eager to start moving her again, so he does on his own while she still can’t feel her jelly legs.

her neck is bleeding, trickling down her chest and leaving tracks of bright red against soft skin. shinji hardly acknowledges the noises she makes as her own, tangled with archer’s desperate, breathy grunts every time they connect and their thighs press against each other. she can tell archer is close from the way his muscles tense and stiffen, his fingers digging into the skin on her hips hard enough to bruise. she digs her nails into his shoulders as his hips stutter and thrust  into her, making her entire body bounce and tighten around him. the sound of archer clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth is audible. he comes as soon as he slams back up into shinji, and she gasps as she’s hit with the sensation of being filled with warmth.

their hearts are hammering as shinji falls against his chest, squirming and whimpering as archer fills her up, more and more until she whines in alarm that it’s too much, it’s too much — but it does nothing to stop it. she feels overly full and hot when he finishes and her body trembles as she sits on him completely, feeling him twitch inside her until archer lifts her up. she feels herself gush as soon as they separate, making a sticky mess over archer’s lap. she’s boneless and languid as archer gently lies her down, kissing her face and thanking her in a drunken, hushed voice as she writhes in disconnected pleasure and vague discomfort. she’s still full of him, leaking slowly and eliciting weak  moans at the very sensation of it. archer feels exhausted and the feral impulses grow sleepy inside him as he lies next to her and affectionately noses into her hair. he wants to take care of her now, just like she took such good care of him.