The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune

His moustache tickled her; so did his goatee. But it was a good kind of tickle – no, make that a great kind of tickle. The demon’s mouth was almost too warm on her skin for comfort until Kaede remembered how chilly she was getting being out of the warm water. Just her calves and her feet were now submerged, so the slow path of Totosai’s hot mouth and Kami help her, his tongue! – made her all warm and tingly, inside and out.

He rinsed the green glops off and devoured her flesh with the happy gusto of every self-professed breast man. It made her feel ridiculous, but when Totosai rested his grinning face upon her breastbone and smothered himself by pushing her tits together Kaede couldn’t help but laugh – he looked so ridiculously happy and fulfilled she was pretty sure he could now die a very happy demon, right on the spot – and they hadn’t really done anything yet! His contentment was contagious; Kaede found herself stretching out and allowing the exploring, licking, kissing demon to support her in his strong calloused hands. In short, she surrendered – finally.

Totosai had always liked the taste of whale meat, and he had always liked the floral scent of females, but the combination of the two, combined with the musky aroma of immanent sex pouring from the miko’s flowered and open core made him want to bury his face in her treasures and never emerge. Let the world declare unending peace and boredom – he was no long forging anything but his own iron in this little ningen’s smoldering forge! Totosai can’t help you right now, please leave a message – and have a nice day, because Kami knows he was having the best day ever!

Kneeling his long legs down into the water brought Totosai up close to the girl’s most secret place. The organic curves and soft petals of moist flesh reminded him of his favorite winter flower; the reddish full, fleshy spathe that exuded its own very similar heat – so much it even melted the snow around it as it bloomed, its dark mysterious opening beckoning feverish pollination, and its musky fragrance a scent that begged its lovers to come and play. Luckily for Totosai, his mental editor had just come back from a two-hour lunch and dove quickly back to work, saving the oafish demon a very bad time when he was about to stupidly open his mouth in blissed-out ignorance to compare a woman’s vagina to a skunk cabbage. The Kami above watching the show figured everyone deserved one good save.

Spreading her petals open, Kaede’s demon lover placed a sweet kiss to the epicenter of her quaking desire and mouth watering, dove in.