juggernaut oni

Bullets fly over my head. I try to hunch down in the meager trench but there's not anywhere to go, aside from the direction I'm running in that is. Another burst of bullets narrowly gives me a buzz cut. I fall to my feet and start to crawl on my belly. As dirt sprays over me from the misses.

Where did Orcs get an MG42? I thought they were mechanically illiterate. Wouldn't they use something Soviet instead? I hold my head as barrage after barrage of lead eats the air above my head. What happened to the rest of my squad?"

But then there's something even louder in the distance. A rhythmic pounding that shakes your bones even with how far away it is, like artillery shells landing. Whatever is making the noise continues to hammer its way towards the trenches. I curl up and pray that if it is artillery that it is a rolling barrage that misses me. And if it's some other kind of Rolling Thunder? I don't want anything to do with whatever can make that much noise on its mere approach. I keep my M1 carbine close in case that happens.

It stops, the vacuum left by its momentary pause sucking up even the noise of the machine gun. Suddenly the silence is broken with an irrationally aggressive noise, one that crushes any memory of the MG-42's intimidating gunfire. Crushing its head between its thighs.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

There's yelling that is quickly smashed by another.

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

Did my squad call in a walking A-10? Suddenly I feel something wet against my boot, I turn to see my squad is lying dead in the trench with me. Everything feels far away and blurry. But I'm hit with a painful whiplash of the ear drum breaking noise.

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT."

I peek over the brim of the trench.

Standing in the middle of the field is a titanic soldier with a minigun. Hip firing it like a machine gun. Because at their size? It's the size of a machine gun. The armor they wear is only vaguely shaped like a bomb defusal vest, it's built into something like medieval armor. A moving, glimmering mountain of huge armor plates. Yet somehow what should be a blob of metal and padding is an attractive, sleek suit that while it looks weighty, is still as maneuverable as finely shaped armor of a rampaging berserker. Power armor but the power comes from the wearer moving its indescribable weight.

The orcs desperately try to kill the giant soldier. But the soldier shrugs off the machine gun fire off without even flinching, underneath their humanless face shield they must be smiling. You would feel insanely powerful too if you could tank a long, frantic burst of 8mm.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

The orc gunner is torn apart from the chest up into a red viscera. The two orcs around him desperately try to run. The soldier lifts a boot to readjust their stance. It falls like an artillery shell. The fleeing orcs flinching and flailing as they run for cover from the hurricane of armor piercing bullets.

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT."

The soldier simply sweeps the fortification with unstoppable fiery tracers. Turning all of it into a pile of rubble and dust, with two shades of red rising into the air. The huge soldier fires the minigun without even losing their nerve at all with the gargantuan blast of the six barrels operating at a wrist breaking RPM.

The minigun spins down with a skull piercing clicking that still makes your skin crawl with its gently drowning clicks.

Out the corner of my eye an orc aims an anti material rifle from the pillbox opening of a bunker. Their shot breaking the ammo belt feeding into the titan's minigun. The soldier is caught off guard and looks down at the broken belt waving in the wind. There's a crack of the anti material rifle firing and another crack from it slamming into the soldier's faceless helmet. Twisting their head like they've taken a good punch in a bar fight.

It only serves to infuriate the soldier. They drop the minigun before angrily running towards the bunker. All the kilograms of glittering metal on their shoulder shaking side to side to rival a locomotive's unstoppable mass. Their footfalls pounding like thunder.

The soldier kicks the barrel of the anti material rifle, bending it upwards. They bring their two fists down on the top of the bunker to collapse the roof before stepping in. Ignoring the frantic fire of the orc's side arms that can only uselessly spark against their armor. I can't see what quite happens but suddenly two halves of an orc fly out of the bunker. A huge fist is raised and an orc screams from inside the bunker before there's a geyser of blood from where the orc was. Then the side wall of the bunker is broken from the avalanche of the soldier tackling the final orc through the wall, the bunker collapsing behind the two.

Make that the one actually, because the soldier stands prepared to plant their hands into the rib cage of the orc to tear them in two along the spine, but the orc is only a red paste and pink chunks against the armored chest of the soldier.

"Wow…" I mutter.

Somehow from across the smoking ruins of the juggernaut's rampage they heard me. Their head instantly snaps to where I'm standing. The helmet's eye gouging horn pointing directly at me. We awkwardly stare at each other for a moment. Neither of us are sure what to do. But the juggernaut simply stands to their full height again to let me know what I have to do.

I start to run but trip over the bodies of my squad. The hammering of the soldier's artillery footsteps echoing as they approach with an alarming speed. I look back and my jaw drops. There is no way something that big can move that fast. Tectonic plates aren't meant to move at that pace. I get up on my feet and run down the trenches, ignoring the idea of trying to hide in a bunker I pass through. The juggernaut jumps into the trench and I can feel the impact of their weight transfer its shake even this far down the line. This is what a skier must feel before they're swallowed by an avalanche. I throw myself into a dugout and hold my M1 carbine ready, maybe I can shoot through the slits in their face shield?

The soldier blasts through the bunker. Turning it to pebbles as their shoulders are too broad and their head is too high to fit in it. The landslide rushes past me as they sprint down the line. I feel like a doughboy who had successfully taken shelter from a storm of artillery. I sigh and feel the stickiness of the sweat on my face. I bring my hand up to wipe it but suddenly a fist punches through the top of the dugout. The fingers curling up against the roof.

Blinding sunlight spills in through the cracks in the roof. I drown in the flood of the light as terror fills my veins. I look up at the juggernaut staring down at me, their head tilted to the side. This close up I can see the Facist inspiration of their armor. All it would take is a crushing press of their jackboot to end me.

"Go ahead, try me." She says.

Wait, she?

She slowly puts a hand around the barrel of my M1 carbine. Disarming me as a parent would take a toy from their naughty child. I'm too scared to even pull the trigger. A single hand goes around my ankles and the soldier pulls up. Holding me like a prize salmon they had caught.

"Good! See how much easier it is if you don't try?"

"Uhhh…"

The girl lifts her face shield and smiles. Red skin surrounds two pools of blue eyes. She giggles and shakes me.

"I thought you were an orc at first! What's a human doing all the way out here?"

"I was with my squad."

"I saw…" she quickly changes the subject, "I got the orcs at least."

She pumps her fist cheerfully. All that energy would be contagious if it weren't for the orc blood that's dripping off the adamantium knuckles.

"C-Can you put me down?"

The girl seizes on the tone of worry in my voice.

"What's wrong? Are you scaaaaareeed?" She shakes me for good measure, a magazine drops my belt.

The soldier watches it bounce before looking back up at me with a smug smile.

"Don't worry. I'm very gentle."

"W-What are you going to do to me?"

"I don't quite know just yet." She gets up and begins to stomp her way back to her ruined minigun. "But when I find out? I'll let you know." She says with a breathy voice.

I swing side to side, almost hitting my head on her armored ribs.

"Maybe… I'll string you up! Like a fish!"

"You're already holding me like one."

She laughs and flips me right side up, gently bringing a steel covered finger down my cheek. It's cold like ice.

"Or… you could 'service' me."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think, little human?"

My mind goes blank as she looks down at me smugly, knowing something I don't.

"Or I could eat you." She stops dead in her tracks. "Yeah, I think I'll do that."

"WHAT? NO! PLEASE NO!"

She laughs before setting me down.

"I got you for a minute, didn't I? Don't worry, little human. Oni don't eat humans."

She smiles that flashy smile, and lets her massive armored fingers grace the bottom of my chin. Turning it as she inspects me from above. Her massive form blocking out all light. Slowly angling my neck up and my head back so that she could bend over just a tiny bit more and… but then she lets go of my jaw.

Sighing as she goes to pick up her minigun. The Oni girl brings her fingers underneath the ruined links of her minigun's ammo belt cover.

"Damn."

I look around her grieving shoulders.

"Can you fix it?"

She inspects the belt cover remains hanging off the front of her bag of holding.

"Easy fix all I need t--- oh no…"

The minigun is turned over to reveal the innards have been knocked out by the shrapnel of the anti material bullet hitting its ammo belt. Bits of brass and armor piercing bullets lodged in a gash the size of my fist that goes through the other end of the gun.

"Is that what you meant by 'servicing' you?"

The Oni girl pauses to think. "Partially, yes."

I take my pack off and set it down to take out my tools.

"I was the engineer of my squad."

"You can fix this?" The Oni girl points to the ruined gun. "Really?"

"I can try."

The Oni girl takes off her helmet. Letting down a stream of silky black hair. She runs a hand to push the long straight stands behind her ear. Bending down to let me see the entirety of her face.

"You don't have a squad anymore." The Oni girl looks off to the side, almost embarrassed for the first time in her life. "The nearest town is pretty far away. It's dangerous out here." Her blue eyes pounce on me. "I could take care of you from now on."

"Uhh…"

The Oni girl gently pats my head.

"I'll make sure you're safe. A cute little human like you could get hurt."

Her huge armored hand is oddly pleasant against the side of my face. Cooling like cold water after a long day. When I see the orc blood still on the chest of her armor, it kind of unnerves me.

"Shhhh, it's okay. You'll be okay." She has such nice eyes. Big and blue. Hypnotizing and loving. "In return you 'service' me when I need it."

All I'd need to do is to stand on the tip of my toes to kiss her on her lips. There really isn't no good reason I should trust a titan who had eviscerated an entire trench of orcs and was fully prepared to do the same to me up until moments ago. But the danger is alluring, it's the same simple romanticism a pyromaniac has when they start a raging fire. Controlled beauty. I guess there really isn't a doubt she'd be able to fight off anything if push comes to shove.

"S-Sure."

She ruffles my hair and returns my M1 carbine off her belt.

"Aren't you just a smart little human?"

I blush as she effortlessly throws her minigun over her shoulder. She motions for me to follow her up the hill.

"It'll be nicer up there. It has a nice view of the nearby town."

I have to jog to keep up with her long legs.

"I thought you said the nearest town was far away."

She bumps me with her generous hips and giggles when I almost take a spill.

"Far for you. Nearby for me."

I nearly trip over an errant orc gut pile.

"T-Thanks for taking care of those orcs by the way, uhhh…"

"Taiho. My name is Taiho."

"I'm Anon."

"Mhmm, cute name."

I blush again just as we crest the hill.

Taiho sits with her back against a fairly intact bunker. A long arm outstretched along the brim of the remaining wall. Bullet holes littering the adjacent wall. Red splatters of orcs decorate the inside of the bunker. Taiho whistles.

"I didn't even aim for them. I guess they weren't joking when they said to check what's behind your target." She stretches to relax a little. I hear a cracking of stone and her swearing. "Again?"

She lifts her arm like she had let it fall into a puddle. Pulverized rubble drips from her arm instead of water. Taiho just huffs and falls back against the bunker wall full force to crush it like she fell into a snowbank.

I pick at the internals of her minigun. Gutting the damaged bits before starting on the motor.

"When was the last time you cleaned this?" I ask as I wipe carbon from my tools.

"A while."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Hey! Look!"

Taiho pulls out an MG-42. Firing it into the woods casually like it's an SMG. She can tame all that recoil just like that? When she gets bored she throws it back into the bunker, my heart breaking when it sinks into a red puddle of orc juice.

I turn my attention back to the minigun. I try to pull one of the 7.62x51 AP bullets out of the motor. It broke apart and the largest bit had chewed deep into the metal.

"Need some help?"

"No… I got it." I pull with all my strength, huffing disappointedly when it doesn't budge a tiny bit.

"Here." Taiho stands to her full terrifying height. I have to fight my instinct to run when all of that Oni stomps towards me. She plops down next to me. "Let me help."

All she does is take the bullet's end between her pointer and middle finger. Pulling it out with ease. Tossing it into the forest behind us.

"There!"

"T-Thanks." I say nervously.

I work in silence as Taiho watches over my shoulder. But then I hear a mad clattering of metal.

I turn around to see her stripping out of her armor. She's undoing her leg armor.

"What? It gets hot under all this armor." She pulls the armor off her lower leg, revealing a bulging calf muscle. "Besides, I can still defend us even without the armor." She pulls off the armor all the way off to reveal scars. "Trust me."

I quickly turn back towards my work and try to ignore all that red skin on top of all that toned Oni muscle.

Suddenly I'm lifted into the air, I frantically kick and punch out of instinct. My blows falling against Taiho's arms.

"Oh aren't you just the cutest little dear?"

"Put me down!"

"Alright." She says teasingly.

I'm set down in her lap. On top of her herculean thighs. Suddenly feeling warm underneath her fit body's shadow, I can feel the heat rolling off her abs that are less than an inch away from my back. All it would take is Taiho to take one deep breath for her to compact me between all eight of them and her two powerful arms. She holds me like a teddy bear. Putting her legs out so I can see all the scars that glance up and down their strapping length. A sea of red female Oni before me and behind me.

But what about… I look upwards and shrink inwards from what I see.

Taiho wears an overfilled sports bra. It acts like a dam trying to hold back weeks worth of torrential rain. Her breasts are soft and supple. Milky is the way I'd describe it. With each of her breaths I can see the sports bra stretch to contain her strong chest. I can't even see her face. Only the black fabric and the white outline of her sports bra.

"There. Comfortable?"

"Uhhh…"

"Almost forgot!"

Taiho reaches to set the minigun in front of me. Her breasts cushioning the top of my head. Their enormous creamy weight suspended just enough to keep them from engulfing me entirely. Peeks of red tit flesh still spilling over like brimming lava over the edge of a volcano's peak. Threatening to bubble over like warm milk, and hot her body is.

"Do you need your tools?"

She presses me closer, engulfing me in red Oni girl from all sides except my front.

"Yes, please."
I feel the world shift as she leans over to grab my toolbox but just before she sets it into my hands she relents. Preferring to instead set it next to her wide hips.

"I'll hand them to you. To keep your workplace… less cluttered."

I look down at her athletic thighs stirring happily beneath me like waves. Exploding out of the pant legs of her short shorts. Little thin rivulets of sweat still evaporating off her pristine red skin. Dancing around battle scars that run up her body. She has me right where she wants me.

Taiho purposely hands me the wrong tool because each time she has to shift her weight and occasionally gets a squeak out of me from how her abs crunch against my back, with her thighs angling upwards so I slide backwards into her. It's hard to describe how dark it is. It's almost like her amazingly healthy skin glows with a faint red.

"Human hands are so small." She says, watching me fix the feed mechanism.

"Are they?"

She brings her hand up next to mine. They're calloused and rough.

"They are. So delicate and nimble." She sighs lovingly, "I wish I had someone like you back on the farm."

"You worked on a farm?"

"I grew up on a dairy farm. It was a good deal. Somethings rubbed off on me that I'll never forget."

"Like what?"

"Hmmm…" she hums as she thinks, pressing her chest against the top of my head. Only stopping when I acknowledge her by pressing my hands up to try to stem the imminent head crushing. "Lots of things. I can't quite name specifics, but I'm sure you'll know when you see them." She leans back, disappointed.

Taiho plays with her helmet. Her arms bobbing about next to me like shifting red icebergs. Monumental in their momentum. She thumbs over five tally marks etched into her helmet.

"What are those markings?"

"Dragons I've killed."

"Dragons!?"

Taiho laughs loudly. I am tossed about and hold onto the great weight of her minigun for stability.

"What are you so surprised for? Oni are great dragon hunters! We're fire resistant!"

"But…"

"Ohhh, are you wondering all about the thing with intelligent dragons who can speak ancient tongue and all that nonsense?"

Taiho sighs, wiping a tear from her eye.

"There are primal dragons and there are ancient dragons. Primal dragons are just animals really, still clever like a dragon should be. But no match for a minigun and an enterprising Oni girl." Taiho taps the tally marks nostalgically. "It's how I got my start. The first one I killed had attacked our farm."

"Was your family okay?"

"The cows were okay too." She shrugs, "it was a small one. I killed it with my hands."

"But it's a dragon! Did you kill it with your bare hands?"

"Not entirely. I threw a couple shovels and pitchforks into its head." Taiho sighs and rubs my head, her touch is electric. "It looked like an Oni when I landed the killing blow." She mimics an uppercut that blows wind down into my face with the speed and strength of it, "a punch to the jaw!"

I nod as she continues to regal me with stories of valor.

"Things just snowballed from there. I got this armor forged from the melted dragon scales and here we are."

"Wow…"

"I bagged a dragon last month." She talks about it like she was hunting deer. "It was a nefarious, ancient one who was plaguing a town from its hold in the mountains. I went out, killed it, came back, and the mayor refused to pay me. Citing that, 'why you haven't even brought so much back as a horn or a scale, young lady!'"

"What did you do?"

"I hiked all the way back up the mountains. Minigun and all to deal with those," she turns to spit. "Orcs. Before finding the corpse of the dragon, to pull it by the tail all the way back to town."

"What?" I say with disbelief.

"It wasn't easy! It took days. But that guy pissed me off, he had it coming!" Taiho laughs proudly, "I had dug a new valley in the path back to town, the mayor was furious but shut up after some intimidation."

I repeat, "intimidation?"

"You know, like what Orcs do. Be all high and mighty, acting tough." Taiho leans on an elbow. "I threw him into the dragon's mouth and held it shut until he paid up."

"Oh…"

"Hey! It's better than what Orcs do!"

"Do you really not like Orcs?"

"We Oni see them as ancient dragons do primal dragons. The odd child."

"Are you guys like Orcs?"

Her body rumbles faintly with anger.

"No. We're not. We just have a common ancestor." She calms down. "Some ancient mystery three letter named ancestor starting with an O. Have you ever noticed that both 'Oni' and 'Orc' are three letter words?"

"Not really." I give the minigun an experimental barrel spin.

"Some biologist say we're not related, but we're both big and strong, except us Oni aren't stupid."

"The Minigun is done."

Taiho springs into action. Standing upright, sending me to the ground and swooping up her minigun. Attaching the belt and readying the motor.

She fires a burst into the trees to cut them down.

"Good shit!" She fires another burst. "This runs clean! Way slicker than before!"

I gather my things as I nod.

Taiho tackles me in a loving hug. Dozens of kilos of Oni girl slams into me. Knocking the wind from my lungs. Not that they could hold any air with how she crushes them between her arms.

"Thank you, Anon! I thought it was a goner!"

"No… problem…" I say, "please... let... go!"

She rubs her nose against the top of my head and takes a sniff as she hugs me tighter instead.

"Humans smell nice."

"Please… go… ribs…"

Taiho holds my head in the crook of her neck.

"Humans are really cool to the touch, too. I wonder if--"

"MY RIBS!"

"OH!" Taiho lets me go and I gasp for air. "Sorry, Anon!" She cries, she gets down on her knees making me jump with the force of her body falling to the ground. "I didn't mean to! Did I hurt you?"

"No… just… be careful?"

"I'll be more gentle in the future."

She cups my cheek in her bare hand. Unlike her armor it is a boiling hot surface. But pleasant as the ceramic of a warm cup of coffee is. Soft despite being so calloused. It placates me with its touch.

"Okay…"

"How about we go to town now? I'll buy you some drinks as a thank you."

I don't even need to respond, how I fall into her hand playing with my hair is all the confirmation she needs. I melt and lean on it as my mind goes blank. Taiho grins lovingly. Pulling me just a little bit closer to play with my hair more, getting her other hand into it. It's as magical as the faint feeling you get when the wind blows just right during the spring. Ruffling your hair and kissing your scalp with its touch. But amplified to a leg jellyifying level, one would expect it to become a tangible and visceral feeling with how strong it is yet it is just as delicate. Perhaps even more so.

Taiho keeps her armor in her bag of holding along with her minigun. Opting instead for some light armor that fits her body well and a full sized .357 she CCs.

"What's up with you carrying an M1 Carbine around, Anon?"

"I'm an engineer. I travel with a light gun so I can carry more."

"You strong?"

"I'd like to think so."

I hear a chimmering of an ammo belt being released and I am driven to my knees like a snow drift had landed on me. I try to push up against the weight of the 7.62x51 mountain Taiho dropped onto me.

She laughs and begins to police it up, curling the belt like a scarf. I have my arm yanked upwards as she helps me to my feet.

"Not strong enough."

I watch as she inserts it into her bag of holding.

"Well it's easy for you! You have a bag of holding?"

"Oh this? It only holds space."

She unhooks it and drops it to the ground. It crashes down and craters the dirt.

"P-Point taken."

Taiho snickers as she grabs it and continues guiding me down the path. She walks with such confidence. You can't help but feel confident too. I know Oni's normal body heat is far higher than a human's, but she doesn't just radiate heat. She radiates an aura that makes me feel safe, confident in my place. Combine that with how cheerful and happy she is all the time? It's nice.

My stomach rumbles and I search for an extra ration in my pack to eat as we walk. No food… shit. I look around the forest and see an apple tree. As we pass by I jump to try and grab a nice one from the branch.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to grab that apple."

"Do you want some help?" Taiho says smugly. Stretching one of her thighs out in front of me. I can't help but stare at its athletic tone before snapping out of it. Taiho smiling at my reaction.

"Here."

She steps back. For a secon I'm worried she's going to just snap the branch off. Instead she presses her blazing hot body against my back. All that muscle pressing against me like a cliff face pushing outwards. I try to move away but she instantly brings down a strong arm to pull me closer.

"What's wrong? Don't run away on me." She bends down to whisper, "you'll enjoy this." Her sultry voice sending tingles down my back.
I jump when I feel her thigh push up from behind, fitting into the gap between my legs. I try to keep her thigh from touching my crotch by pushing upwards and stretching my legs, but her thigh is too thick. It rapidly fills out any space with its endless robust mass. Soon I'm sitting on her thigh as she slowly raises it up and up. I look back at Taiho's smiling seductive face. I blush and instinctively grab her knee as I begin to slide back.

She continues to support my entire body weight with her one leg. Balancing perfectly all the while.

"Is that high enough?"

I just grab the apple and hold it close. She lowers her leg to let me down to the ground. I stumble on my jelly legs.

"You know, Oni love to eat milk and apples."

"Like in Animal Farm?"

Taiho blinks her eyes, confused. A spare magazine drops from my belt.

"Uhh… it's a book."

She laughs and puts her hand on my back to pull me close again.

"Do you want some milk with your apple?"

My face is right at ab level. The deep crevices of each individual muscle on full display. But she's so tall I'm looking at the bottom of her abs, just beneath them, flanked on each side by her generous hips, between her enormous thighs, lies her...

"HEY! YOU TWO!"

We both jump and I'm thrown to the ground behind Taiho as she readies herself.

"IT'S YOU TWO ISN'T IT!"

Taiho draws her revolver, aiming it into the woods.

"YOU TWO HAVE BEEN SHOOTING UP MY FOREST!"

A willowy dryad melts out of a tree. She stands tall, taller than me, but still far shorter than Taiho.

"FUCK OFF HE'S MINE!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HE'S MINE,' I'M ASKING IF Y--" the dryad sees me. I wave. "Oh… a human? Hello, human."

"HE'S MINE!"

Taiho smacks her with the end of her revolver.

"Oh come on, you don't 'own' him."

"AND?"

"Humans like dryads."

"THEY LIKE ONI TOO!"

"Let's have him choo---"

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Taiho holsters her revolver. Jumping onto the dryad to grab her thin neck. I run to grab Taiho by the shoulders to pull her off.

"OKAY, OKAY I GIVE UP!" The dryad yells.

I pull Taiho by the hand as we leave. Her still yelling insults at the dryad. Throwing the apple for good measure.

I sigh and lean against the table of the bar.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just been a long day."

"Oh don't be so sad."

Taiho pats my head again. Two of her fingers going low to glance across the skin of my forehead. I melt under her touch instantly. She smiles happily at my reaction.

"I said I'd buy you some drinks to thank you, didn't I?"

When the elf barmaid comes to our table with our food Taiho waves her down, the elf dodging the huge boisterous arms.

"Barmaid! What's the largest drink you have?"

The elf just looks up at the massive Oni. Probably worried if she doesn't give the right response, Taiho will skewer her on her prominent Oni horn.

"Beer?"

"We'll have some dwarven dark dry stout! In your largest mugs!"

The elf looks at her, then at me. Taiho slams her arm down on the table. A crack shooting out across the wood.

"Is there a problem?"

"No… it's just h---"

"What about, him?"

Taiho leans down to stare at the elf at eye level. Her chest pressing against the table, making it tilt. The silverware rolling towards Taiho. I grab our plates of food and smile meekly.

"The mug is perhaps as big as half his body. They're repurposed barrels."

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" Taiho laughs. "We'll just have two normal, large mugs of the beer."

The elf sighs and walks away. She doesn't get paid enough for this. Taiho starts into her food, eating with great vigor and spirit. She pats me on the back.

"This is a great bar! Only place I don't get weird looks in!"

"Why is that?" I say through a mouthful of steak.

"Haven't gotten into a fight in here… yet."

The elf places two mugs on the table and quickly walks away, ignoring us entirely.

"Alright, here!" Taiho pushes them both towards me. "Drinks! You'll love dwarven dry stout, it's creamy like ice cream."

"That's nice." I look at the huge twin mugs next to me, they're overflowing.

"They have a sweet stout that is even more creamy. I think it's a little sweet though."

I take a sip of one and Taiho smiles, stretching up for a better view, like I've taken some kind of bait. I really do hope she isn't playing a prank on me. Her horn pokes into the chandelier but she ignores it getting caught in the chains, preferring to watch me swallow the first sip.

"How is it?" She slowly unwraps her horn without taking her eyes off me.

"It's good."

"Have another drink of it."

"Okay?"

I humor her and take a great gulp. She smiles happily, putting her hands together and holding them to the side of her face.

"I'm glad you like it."

"Aren't you going to drink?" Her eyes grow wide. "It's kind of weird you're not. It'll be weird if I'm the only drunk o--"

Taiho waves down the barmaid. "Let me get two more mugs!" Taiho turns back to me. "I just forgot is all," she laughs nervously.

I nod and take another sip of the huge mug of beer, much to Taiho's continued elation. She buys me drink after drink. All the while being the most cheerful drinking buddy you could imagine.

"AND THEN HE TRIPPED, FALLING ONTO THE HEAD OF THE RPG. IT EXPLODED!"

Taiho pounds the table as we laugh.

"What happened next?"

"I tanked a couple more rockets and dealt with one dud."

"That's soooo cooooool, dude!"

Taiho lifts up the bottom of her arm.

"That's how I got this scar!"

"I wish I had scars," I drown my sorrow in the bottom of a mug.

"Seriously? Why?"

"They make you look cool!"

The Oni girl brims with happiness. Glowing with it in fact. Her face flush with excitement as she looks down at me. Her blue eyes like crystal flames hovering in the dark orange ambience of the bar, surrounded closely by her clean red skin. Pristine except for love marks of scars running on top of it, but only as unsightly as the surprise patch of flowers in the wilderness. My eyes fall down as I finish my mug, pounding it against the table. Much like how the mug gets stuck in the crack in the table, my eyes get stuck on Taiho's cleavage.

God, I want to dive into it. Head first. My body starts to droop forward trying to drunkenly make it happen. Twin mounds of red breasts held in check only by the most delicate, thin fabric of her sports bra. The white trim practically had sunlight on her red skin. Outlining the sheer amount of space her chest takes up. Backed by a sturdy wall of muscle. It's magic how her body had proportioned itself to be so muscular yet still found time to round out her curves. All that fitness beneath all that tit flesh. They're heavier than my head. She's so feminine, so pretty...

My head falls against the table but I manage to pick it up, knocking it against an empty mug the barmaid hasn't cleaned up yet.

"How come… how… why in the how don't you have more mugs like me?"

I point to how her side of the table is clean except for maybe three mugs.

"Like at your size that's fuckin nothing dude! It's just shoots."

"Oh, I didn't want to drink as much tonight." Taiho pushes a full mug towards me. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

"Dude, I am. I'm glad I met you."

"Really?" Taiho leans inwards.

"Like, I was scared at first but then you went BRRRTTTTTT and it was really cool."

"I see…"

"But like!" I look up and get stuck in her eyes for a minute, going completely silent. Taiho staring at me full of curiosity. "You have a really cool horn!" I pat the top of my head. "It's like a German helmet!"

"Is it now?" Taiho rubs my head and I go limp from the feeling. Her free hand catching my jaw so I don't chip a tooth.

"It was like… it's like the pickles. The picklehelmet. The pickelhaube. Like Kaiser Wilhelm turned Bismarck into a pickle… I think? Funniest shit I've ever seen!"

"You like my horn?" Taiho pokes the tip of her index finger with her horn, like she's trying to make sure it's still there. "That means a lot to me, even if you might not know why as a human."

"Why? I just love it! It's so cool like a… a…" my mind goes blank as I stare at her face. "You're really pretty…"

Taiho laughs, "Onis who are healthy can grow a bigger horn, but it takes years of great fitness and health. It means the Oni who has it is healthy and strong! They can fend for themselves… fend for others… are… fertile…"

"Bro that's cool! I wish I was fertilizer. You know who liked fertilizer. The Irish people. They really liked the Pope too, and potatoes! If you put a potato into tomato sauce you can lower the salt content if you put too much! Isn't that awesome!"

She rubs my cheeks with her hands.

"You're so cute… I'm going to go… take care of myself. I need some release."

"Release? Dude catch and release. Catch some fish!"

Taiho smiles as she walks off. Her hips swaying side to side. So wide they almost knock into the tables of other patrons. Those are birthing hips. She's as tall as the support pillars and has to lean down just to keep from breaking through the wooden beams above her, but that doesn't stop her from scratching them occasionally when she looks back at me.

I rest my head on the table and close my eyes.

"Hey? Human?" The barmaid tries to shake me awake. "What about your tab? Your… 'girly' friend walked out on you. Someone has to pay. HEY! HUMAN! WAKE UP!" She slaps the back of my head. "For fucksake…" she mumbles as she storms off.

I hear the chair next to me squeal against the cobblestone floor and a warmth radiate outwards from across the table.

"Anon? Are you awake?" Taiho lovingly taps my cheek. "Anon? Wake up?" She feels my pulse. "Okay good…" she mutters to herself. "Did I overdo it though?"

I wake up with a start. "Overdue what? The semester didn't start yet. I don't have any textbooks yet! Rudin is a prick. Why didn't he use pictures?" I look up at Taiho, "do you like pictures?"

"Yes… yes I like pictures, I love them." She pushes my mug towards me. "Finish your drink before we go, okay?"

"Yessim." I chug it as the barmaid comes and yells my name, scaring me.
"ANON!"

I spit out my drink and look up.

Taiho grows furious.

"HE WAS FINISHING HIS DRINK! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT?"

"I think he had enough to drink. It's almost closing time. One of you has to pay."

"I'll pay! Calm down!" Taiho puts her hands up and drops an entire pile of gold on the table.

The elf counts it, "what? No tip? After all that?"

Taiho rolls her eyes, "fucking elves." She drops more gold coins into the elf's hands.

"It's just the tip. Calm down, Red."

Red does not calm down. Red throws the table over and grabs the elf by the skirt.

"JUST THE TIP, HUH?"

The elf squeals. I don't know what happened next. I was out of it but I do know I was calmly escorted outside by a kind dwarf and sat on the curb.

"Rough night, huh?"

"Rough right? Rough ride? Like Teddy?"

He smirks, "it'll be a rough ride if you go home with her."

"Yeah dude. She's cool."

"She's an Oni, son. You're a… human."

"Yeah… I like Onis. They're pretty."

"She bragged about her accomplishments to show her fitness as a warrior, she was able to make you comfortable with close but not overly intimate physical contact," he counts on his fingers, "you accepted her offer to drink together, AND complimented her horn. Son, you do know what you're doing, right? That is the most clear example of an Oni girl buttering up a guy I have ever seen."

"Son? You're not my real son! I'm not your dad, son!"

He takes out some raw sweetroot and puts it into my hands.

"Take this, it'll sober you up. Otherwise…"

"What is it? IS IT WEED?"

"No, it's not weed." The dwarf looks around nervously." Just chew it. It… tastes like chocolate."

"Chocolate? Bro fishes love chocolate especially if they come from a sponge and a star!"

He sighs and walks off. I chew the sweet root. It does not taste like chocolate.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. I'M GOING!"

Taiho steps out of the bar, almost throwing the door off his hinges. Everything is much clearer now. I'm able to think coherently now that I'm a little more sober.

"Taiho? Where are we going now?"

"I have a place I'm renting across town. You can rest there until morning."

I stumble behind Taiho. Her footfalls are still loud like artillery. All that muscle… pushing… pulling. God I wonder what they'd feel like around my neck. I'm so smitten by her thighs I forget how to walk.

I take a nasty spill on the cobblestone. Taiho springs into action.

"Are you okay, Anon!?" She brings up a hand, "I know healing magic! If your nose is broken I can heal it!" In the gentle blue light of her healing hand she sees it's only a slight nose bleed. "Oh… it's alright then."

She looks at her fingers and then around to see if there is anyone watching. My eyes are glassed over, too busy looking into her pretty eyes. Blue on red. What a good combination. Blue can be somehow lustful, seductive, caring, but even loving. Tempered by the concurrent flush of her scarred red skin, her scars can blush when she gets emotional.

Taiho puts her two fingers against my lips. Dragging them along, letting the tips enter my mouth to get ever so slightly wet with saliva. She stares at them like she's doing something wrong and knows it. She puts her fingers against her lips and shudders.

Muttering, "it's not technically a kiss… it's not technically a kiss…" She shivers with lust and bites her lower lip. Tempted to do it again or to get more. "Anon?"

"Yeah?"

She sighs, "how about I carry you?"

"That's cool."

The night is cold. It starts to drizzle as Taiho walks along. Looking down every so often, and occasionally knocking her horn against street lamps when she does so. I can feel the warmth radiating off her body, like the most wonderful fire in the world. It sinks into my bones. She burns with desire as she pats my head. Taking one of my hands in hers and pressing it against her left breast.

"Bro, your heartbeat is so strong!"

"It is… it is…" she leans in for a kiss but relents at the last moment. "Keep it together… almost there…"

At a quaint little cobblestone house she begins to climb down some stairs, looking up at the first floor of the building.

"That Hellhound bitch is asleep. It's not a full moon. So she'll sleep like a rock." Taiho sighs, "it's perfect." She ruffles my hair. "You're perfect, Anon."

"No, you're perfect!"

Taiho stops at the door, looking down with her scars blushing a brighter red than her skin.

"Say that again? Please?"

I grab onto her neck and press my cheek against it, angling my mouth to speak into her ear.

"You're perfect." I reach up and nibble the sharp lobe.

Taiho jumps and slams into the retaining wall, grabbing the iron bars above us. They bend under her lustful grip. She pants lustfully but manages to corral it. Groaning softly as she manages to break the grip of my teeth on her ear.

She sets me down on the couch inside.

"Are you comfortable, Anon?"

"Yeep."

"How is your back? Your pelvis?"

"Bro I could not be more comfortable." She sits next to me and hugs me close, like a teddy bear. "Never mind. I am."

Taiho brings her thighs up close against my belly, letting one of my legs slip between her so she can get as close as possible. Wrapping around me in a protective shell of red Oni girl. The cool rain intensifies outside, pattering against the window panes. I feel safe here. For weeks I'd wander with my squad. Shivering at night. Terrified when I felt the faintest humidity or gathering clouds. I had woken up at night with my position flooded with icy cold water. I marched, sopping wet for the next day. But with Taiho she could simply boil the water off with her Oni body heat.

She hums softly as she cuddles, making sure her powerful muscles don't crush but feel cushy against my body. Only flexing to move if she absolutely needs to. The gentle thrumming of her heartbeat behind my head. Layered by an insulating cover of warm breasts, soft like a water balloon is.

Soon I'm lost, like I'm floating in the air as Taiho speaks to me softly.

"Anon?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not lactose intolerant, are you?"

"No, I love milk."

"Good." She says curtly.

I'm dropped onto a bed. A huge, wide bed. Taiho sits on her knees, looking down at me. In the dark room the gentle moonlight refracts in her crystal blue eyes just as it does raindrops. But her eyes are full of a wet, desiring lust. It's a little frightening to see something far bigger than you so attracted to you, like an impending meteor but the looming destruction is a guilty pleasure that makes you feel funny.

A flashback of when I had first seen Taiho in her armor, wielding her minigun plays through my head. I start to wiggle back. Taiho's muscles flex as she gently wades across her mattress as to not disturb me, as if I'm a meek rabbit she's hunting. I move back, she pounds forward. Bending over my like a tsunami held back by some odd desire to prolong the moment before it crashes down.

"T-T-Taiho?"

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhhh. Nothing, Anon. It'll be okay."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" My drunk mind isn't quite making the connection.

"You'll see why, just stay still. This is what I meant when I wanted you to, 'service' me."

"Okay."

All hell breaks loose.

Taiho tackles me. All of her body launched into a frenzy for one purpose only, reproduction. She grabs me in a bearhug. Resting on her side as she plants kisses along my cheek. Finally making good on the place she had caressed and cared for, for so long. I feel her sharp Oni teeth glide along the delicate rim of my skin. Biting but not cutting.

All the passionate attention makes me feel hot, compounded by the seemingly endless landscape of red Oni girl pressing up against me. Powerful but restrained to keep from hurting me. Each of her muscles simultaneously rearing forward but being pulled back. I boil in her herculean grasp. I couldn't escape if I wanted to. I feel her biceps crush my ribs. Threatening to pop my lungs. But she keeps them pressurized with her breathy kisses, relenting for only a moment to tease me with her tongue.

Running it along the outside of my lips, tonguing the brim to make the rest of my lips more sensitive to her impending kiss. She lets her tongue hang to stoke a little of fear with how long it is.

"Oni's have slightly longer tongues, you know that right?"

I can only wheeze as I broil in her arms. Each spot she kissed a magma hot singe on my skin that doesn't stop burning. Even when they layer up I can feel each and every kiss like how you can see every snowflake that hangs on a window.
Her lips hit mine and her tongue explores the inside of my mouth. Peeking at the edges of my throat, but careful not to coax any uncomfortable feelings. I try to break the kiss but that only goads Taiho onwards. She decides when to break it and when she does she can't get enough.

"Shhhh, it's alright. You're alright. It's okay."

A groaning protest is silenced by another french kiss that jolts my nerves and makes my body go limp. It feels too good.

I murmur in my euphoric stupor.

She's annoyed now, holding me tighter as if to spite me.

"Please…"

"It's. O. KAY. Anon." She bites at my ear as she whispers, blowing hot air across my hair with her powerful lungs. "You lead me on all fucking day. Now I get to have some fun at night. Fair right?" I hear her throw her clothing against the wall. Feeling the cool fabric of her sports bra glance across my face as she pulls it off.

"Y-You got me drunk."

"I did, what of it?" She says mischievously. "What? You don't trust me? It was just to grease the wheels a little bit. Speed things up." She groans as she starts to hump my side. "I've been on the road for months. MONTHS."

Taiho flips me onto my stomach. Even if I was strong enough to resist, she got me too inebriated. Holding the top of my head just beneath her chin. I can feel her athletic body keeping me right where she wants me. An arm around my chest. Her two thighs holding my legs between them. Her abs pushing against my back to keep my lungs from getting enough air to protest. Enveloping me just like when she had me in her lap. Still unbelievably loving but now in a different way.

"Shhhh… it's okay. I'll show you just how gentle I can be. So that you can trust me."

She undoes my belt and takes off my shirt. Giving it a cursory sniff before gently placing it on the bedside table.

I melt in her hands as she uses her hands to explore my sensitive parts.

"That's a good boy, just let me feel you…"

I groan as she grazes my chest with her hand. She sighs happily as she feels the skin of my waist against her legs. Holding me firmly but lovingly.

The ecstasy of the experience is too much. Burning out my nerves with every one of Taiho's endless touch. I can feel every muscle through her skin, every heartbeat, every red hot vein, and every blushing, lustful scar. I try to crawl away to save my nerves from dying from overexposure.

"Anon! Come on." Taiho is almost angry, "let me just have this? You'll enjoy it too. Trust me."

She tightens her grip and suddenly brings her hand against my cock. Slowly working it up and down the shaft. Letting her thumb rub against the edges of the head. Her calloused, working hand is still soft and supple. Each finger moving almost independently across the skin of my shaft. Giving its own handjob in turn.

I start to moan out of reflex. Taiho's free hand comes up to cover my mouth as she giggles. Becoming hot and humid with my euphoric panting.

"You moan like that and you'll get more than you bargained for me." I feel her soft hand distribute the precum slowly dripping out in thick beads from the head of my cock. Letting her hand go faster and harder. "I won't be able to focus…"

Eventually Taiho's red hot body is able to make me boil so hard, with lust that is the same as her's and I climax. Fucking her hand as I desperately jackhammer my hips to get as much release as possible. I feel my tongue loll out to press against her hand covering my mouth. My mind gives out and I fall limp, overstimulation.

Taiho lets me down on the bed as she surveys her success. A human male, finally in her bed. All hers for the night. She looks at my load in her hand. She takes a cursory taste before her eyes spring wide open and she licks it all up. Giving sensual flicks of her tongue to pull as much cum into her mouth with each breath she takes, wasting no time or energy.

"That tastes amazing."

I wheeze and curl up against her leg. She misinterprets it.

The bed shifts as Taiho moves down towards my cock. I feel her hand press against my chest like a hot metal plate. I grab the fingers and curl my toes from how nice it feels against my body. Her other hand holds my waist steady for her mouth to fall onto my cock. Her long Oni tongue wrapping around the shaft. Her tongue cleaning up any cum that hadn't flowed onto her hand.

Each bump and fold generating an irresistible friction against it. Her saliva rapidly inundating my cock head, flowing downwards only to be spread about by her tongue, and helping her lips push up and down without worry of hurting me. The pleasure I feel only matched by the way I feel when Taiho stares up at me. Blue eyes full of sparks of animalistic desire.

It doesn't matter when I climax. Only that Taiho gets more of what she wants. Pushing more cum out of my balls and into my cock, building the pressure to a boiling point with how my cock melts in her magma hot mouth and keeping me there.

Allowing more and more pressure to build as my load grows, my body is desperate to ejaculate as much as possible into her mouth. Driven into a frenzy to find release in the face of fist balling pleasure. Desperately paying a non-existent ransom with more and more cum to offer, because Taiho only finally lets the unbearable pleasure peak with a sudden burst of ecstatic, nerve burning bliss seemingly at random.

I climax and Taiho swallows happily. The sound and scene of her doing so making me twitch with aroused fear. She's happily feasting on her catch. She moves up to my side, holding me gentler than before. Pulling the blanket over us. Letting me roll over into her arms, resting my head against her overfull chest. Her nipples fully erect and hard. I can only breathe and be aware of the aftershocks of post orgasm sensitivity that has become part 2s to the orgasms they came from. The ecstasy my nerves hadn't been able to deliver when they were overloaded making their way up to my brain to process.

"Tired?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"You did good." She ruffles my head before stirring with more lust. She holds her chest and sighs. "I'll be right back, okay?"

I nod and the bed falls back to my side from the Oni titan getting off of it. She goes into the bathroom. I try to sleep but hear a lustful moan. Loud enough to shake the window panes. Deep enough to feel in my bones. It's followed by another, another, and yet another. My cock instinctively grows hard. I get to my feet and brace myself against the wall as I go to peek at what Taiho is doing.
"GOD DAMN IT!" She swears before moaning. "SO CLOSE. JUST A BIT MORE!" Her groan shakes the doorframe. I fall into the bathroom.

Taiho kneels next to her bathtub. Sweating profusely as she brings her hands to her chest. Tightens her wrists. But then falls forward in a scream of ecstasy.

I thought she was masturbating?

"Taiho? What are you doing?"

"Anon!" She turns and covers herself. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing?"

"Uhhh…" she blushes. All that domineering Oni confidence gone. Rivlets of white run down the front of her chest. "It's nothing."
I stumble towards her and fall, still too tired to stand well. My face lands in the middle of her chest. The warm white fluid splattering onto my cheeks. I wipe some off with my fingers.

"Milk?"

Taiho blushes, "when an Oni girl's libido gets high enough they lactate. Mine has been through the roof for months. It's supposed to show we are a fertile mate… if it gets too high you need to release some of the milk you produce."

"Is that what you mean by going to 'get some release?'"

"I couldn't, if there's too much the pressure is too high so it feels too good for you to focus."

"Do you want me to help?"

Taiho nods and braces herself against the edge of her bathtub.

I straddle her back, wrapping my arms around her chest, still struggling to reach my hands all the way around with how muscular her frame is. I begin to milk her gently at first. Peeking over her shoulders, she's just tall enough so I can do so. Breast milk begins to drip out.

"Harder" Taiho mutters as her eyes roll back in her head.

Her entire athletic body moving and shivering. All that muscle thrashing around. I try to hold on, but that only serves to push the positive feedback loop forward. The tub fills. My face is in her pheromone soaked hair. It's mats against my face. She screams with pleasure. Her body twitching and seizing in the euphoria brought about just my touch in the right place. Taiho's thighs smashing together as she squirts. The product of her arousal falling in sticky drops to the bathroom floor. The true extent of her raw strength is seen as she tumbles through mindless orgasm after orgasm, a pure bodily experience. An arm smashing the ceramic bathtub to let some overflowing milk flow onto the floor while the other's hand grips so tightly the edge of the tub cracks. I'm thrown around and feel the soft touch of her back against my cock enough, with enough of the smell of her hair to throw me into a strong, but not very productive climax.

But soon, it's done. Taiho is left a sputtering, sweating mess. But not tired, no, that would be unbecoming of a dragon hunting Oni. Whose endless stamina allows her to haul around a minigun with ease, no. It spurs her on into a crazed, lusty state of heat.
She growls as she hauls me to the bedroom once more. Her shoulder knocks a hole into the doorframe as she stomps towards the bed. I've truly reached the end of my rope. I'm dropped onto the bed.

"You want to know something else, cool, about Oni biology?"

"W-What?" I pant.

She runs a hand along her milky, full breasts.

"It's quite the potent aphrodisiac. It will make you ready and willing. No inhibitions at all. We Oni girls go hard when we breed."

A strong arm takes me by the back and holds me close. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around one of her huge nipples. The feeling of my sucking instantly pushes Taiho into an orgasm, she bucks her hips making the blankets fly as she rides it out. I feel warm milk rush into my mouth and flow down my throat. It's like an adrenaline shot of energy.

It goes further beyond, I begin to feel hot. Like I have some rash beneath my skin, that itches unbearably. Mounting into a pent up sensation of desire that can only be described as, horny. It's strangely arousing that an Oni girl can be so horny it becomes something that can be pushed onto others, almost like a coping mechanism. Oni are known for acting like Hellhounds, but have to be more restrained with their amazing physiques.

I begin to hump the air just as Taiho stops, she grins and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Feeling better now?"

"Y-Yeah."

Taiho pushes me against the bed. I look up at Tihao in all her grandeur.

A hot, muscled, female body that stands taller than me, a perfect amazoness with a horn and red skin with scars from the dragons she has fought. Tihao looks down at me with her libido flooded blue eyes and just licks her lips. There are damp marks around her nipples, white spots. She looks at me with the smug conviction that she's going to ride on top all night long.

"I'm going to break you."

The titanic Oni girl slowly inserts my shaft inside of her. Lowering her hips careful not to suddenly drop down, she wants to prolong the moment. My cock is melted as it pushes deeper and deeper into her fist tight folds. Those muscles aren't just for show. They grip. They pull.

My lower body becomes wet with her arousal. Each time in her slow grinding, pumping when she comes down to make a wet smack of us coming together. Each of us moaning. Taiho's abs flex as she keeps her slow pace, but it quickly becomes faster and faster.
Soon she is pistoning up and down, the bed frame shaking. She roars with pleasure. All of her herculean muscles dedicated to pulling a mind breaking orgasm out of me. Every minutia of her prime physique toned from years of combat, now getting a new workout in a brand new field of life, reproduction. I put my hands against her rippling thighs that tear into the air with strength. Running them up to her abs that dwell on top of her womb that is empty but full of desire.

"Good boy, Anon. Good boy! Just like that!"

I run my fingers along the crevices of the abs that I had wanted to press my face against back in the forest. The image of finally seeing the unimaginably sexy warrior that had worn all that armor while she devastated the enemy is euphoric in how satisfying it is.
Taiho's arousal reaches a fever pitch that explodes into spurts of more breast milk coming from her overfilled chest as she bites her lower lip with terrifying passion. Her screams of pleasure drown out my meager moans. Her amazonian strength makes easy work of my comparatively weak body. Her sexy grandeur playing with all of my attention.

"Don't fight back human, just give in." She growls through gritted teeth. "Just let me have my fun."

The way her body moves above me. Breasts bouncing. Hair flowing. Mouth open. Eyes lustful. Teeth biting. Abs flexing. Thighs pumping. It crushes any self control I had between its thighs. I cum into her womb. Desperate to make as many Oni babies with her as possible. The thought of having children with Taiho a higher purpose. It would secure my bloodline for generations.

I feel her orgasm with a deluge of her cum mixing with mine. She growls and grabs the headboard of her bed. The blankets have long since been shaken to the floor. Taiho's eyes pierce into mine, whatever I saw in their sexy blue depths were enough to make me cum in unison with her. Each rippling motion of her muscles pulling each shot of cum deep and thick into her.

White spurts out from her pussy lips out onto the bed. Taiho groans almost angrily. Pumping harder to get more out of me. Cum shooting out to splatter onto her perfect red skin in a sexy contrast.

"It's okay, you can relax. Just cum for me? Ohh that's good."

That is the endless rhythm of her riding me, until she finally falls to her back satisfied. Before her lust reignites in her blazing heat, making her pull me between her legs. I mount her missionary. Mindlessly jackhammering my hips to drive my cock as deep inside her as possible. Her insides broiling and hugging the head of my cock. Juices of her arousal flowing around it to keep me on a perpetual edge of climax again.

Her muscular, perfect body pulls groans and moans out of me. I wonder if her libido ever has an end. I rest my head on her breasts and begin to kiss at her nipple. Taiho's thighs kick in the air. Her back arching as she pushes us off the bed with her mighty strength, the enveloping inside of her seizing up.

I begin to suck at her nipple to fill me with renewed strength. Her milk flowing into my mouth. Fucking me senseless but at least giving me a fighting chance. But her hips are moving with such vigor so some of it leaks onto her red skin, I try to give each breast attention but with the earthquake from fucking Taiho it's difficult. She pulls orgasms out of me in an effort to get me to stop. Hitting me with her own in an eager biological desire for yet more sex.

Taiho reasserts herself by getting on her knees. Pulling me up to hold me by my ankles. Mashing my face into her red hot breasts. I hug her athletic form and feel her abs beat against my upper body as she begins to give up any idea of restraint. Holding me up to use me as fuck toy. Moving my legs around to match her rhythm of mad lust driven hip thrusts to milk me dry as she leaks milk onto the bed from sheer maniac arousal.

I am entirely at her mercy as I hang onto her muscular body for dear life. Endlessly pummeled by the simple movements of her perfect amazonian body. But also by how much pleasure barrages my brain, like an electric shock. I feel cum begin to boil with pleasurable pressure in my balls again. Taiho has stopped waiting and lets orgasms hit me with self serving intent to simply flood her womb with my cum. Each drop of hot semen sending her into a euphoria as if the simple movement of the sperm cells in it is giving her unimaginable biological pleasure. Humping me so hard but just short of bruising.

"Please… Taiho… can we stop?"

"It's okay, Anon! It's OKAY! JUST SOME MORE!"

I feel her continue the perfect pace of pumping cum out of me. Everything is but a blur. I only know I've mounted her from behind because I get the full seductive smell of her hair in my face. Oni girls smell amazing, just pure girl and raw lust. It would be no surprise if this Pavlov's dogs me into Taiho being able to get me on edge simply by rubbing her hair in my face.

All I can do is hold onto her hips as her folds seize on my cock. Her baby birthing hips bucking with forceful abandon. Throwing all of her strength into the effort. I hang on as I empty a load into her overfilled vagina. Cum has long since been squirting out with every motion like cream. Globs of it splattering all over her back and abs. Falling to the bed along with her over arousal making milk squirt down onto the sheets. The way each spot of white I know is somehow from me, pushes me on in a frenzy of desire. I want to paint the sexiest spots of her white. The desire is always in my mind but pushed to the back when Taiho cums and her honey pot walls slam tight in a wet collapse around my cock.

But eventually, she slows. Letting me fall to her side. Hugging me and curling up together. Both of us are a sweaty, exhausted mess.

"Good human. Good boy." Taiho whispers. "I wanted you from the instant I saw you." She curls a strand of my hair around her finger. "You were so adorable standing there, terrified."
Her warm body buffets me as she breathes slowly. Savoring each breath that she knows pushes pangs of pleasure into my body. The avalanche of red Oni girl ceaselessly landing kisses and love along my lips.
"I want you to 'service me' in the future. Can you do that?"
"Y-Y-Yes."
"Good."
I curl up, "I feel really safe with you." I start to melt again from the sheer passion she gives me.

"So cute." She kisses. "So adorable." She frenches. "So delicate." Taiho moans, "I'd use your hands to fuck myself raw but that can be saved for another time."

I nod gratefully as Taiho kisses the tip of my nose with the faintest amount of contact to make it all the more alluring. I want nothing more than to see her in her sports bra tomorrow. I want nothing more than to have that slightly awkward morning moment. I want nothing more than for her to keep me close as she hauls her minigun around. I want nothing more than for her to show off her amazing Oni strength and breed me senseless every night with it.

We both quickly drift off to sleep.