User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot My Nurarihyon (rough play)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068446/r/4400000000000453935

This one was a little too easy. The Nurarihyon doesn't really allow for a 'build up' to a relationship. It just 'happens'

So, here it is. Short, intense, and sweet as I can make it.

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I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I looked up at the clock. At last…..nine pm.

I took the last dregs of my coffee and trudged to the elevator and started my way home.

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Home….peh….whatever that meant…..it was little more than a prison cell.

I got aboard the mag-lev train and sighed with my face leaned against the cold glass, frosting it with my breath as I stared at Night City.

The Mega City was where 70 million people called home, living in super-occupancy structures that could hold a three hundred thousand apiece.

Mine; building 40, was slowly growing bigger as the mag-lev made its first stop at the penthouse section that typically was above the cloud level.

I watched the privileged rich exit on the floor above us and waited as we approached my floor.

I trudged through the halls, getting a few cups of instant Ramen and one of the larger bottles of real water and…. screw it- I splurged on a NiCola’

As I neared my door, I smelled something fragrant and strange.

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“Ah, welcome home Grant.” Elya said as she took the packages of food and set them on the countertop. “Please, wash up and relax, I will take care of the food. It will be ready when you are done.”

I smiled, feeling like all this slave labor I endured in the Order's employ was worth it, so long as I could return home to such pleasantness every night.

I took a shower, delighted that the hot water for my subsection was finally fixed and I felt the exhaustion as well as the office grime slip away from my body as I cleaned myself.

As I dried off, I smelled Elya’s fragrant herbs she liked to smoke and the food I bought.

“There we are.” Elya said sitting down next to me on our semicircular sofa. “Isn’t this cozy?”

I nodded, and we began to eat.

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Over the night we chatted a little about everything. A harsh rainstorm started, blowing into the city and accompanied by thunder and lightning. But I hardly noticed. It was like the wind and rain brought a season of cleansing to the city.

Almost as if one could believe, if only for this one night...that new beginnings were possible.

After the meal, Elya brought out her kiseru and packed it with her herbs. She placed it on the holder that had a candle to warm the herbs, and bring out the resins. She looked to me, still on her knees and did a half sway, half craw to where I sat and pulled the fastenings of my lounge pants free with her teeth, always keeping that soft gentle smile and half lidded eyes.

With my lounge pants down she ran her tongue up my leg, my thigh, and to my hardened flesh, working me like she would her kiseru, ensuring a full-on slick surface to work with, never putting more than just the barest of pressure to my flesh. The lightest flick of the tongue, and only the barest brushes with her fingertips.

I panted, almost unable to bear it, but I knew better than to try to force the issue.

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Eventually even she started to pant, and by now the entire apartment carried the heady smell of her herbs. The resin was even starting to overflow the small bowl of her kiseru.

She rose from all fours to her knees, and did a full, lazy spin that allowed her to retrieve her pipe and stopped, facing me once more.

She rose up, and straddled my body and slid my flesh into hers, slowly she opened her mouth and her tongue came forth and she licked the end of her pipe, making her tongue dance around, allowing it to make delicate clicks as she also used her teeth to produce quite the tease even with me inside her all the way to her womb.

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She handed me the cedar stick and a lighter. “Grant, would you please?” She breathed, waiting with the stem in her mouth.

Still panting, I lit the cedar stick and she brought the bowl with the resin now a little cooler upside down, and ignited the sticky mass and righted again before it could drip.

Her body flexed and clamped down on my flesh as she took a long pull from her pipe. She leaned forward and just before our lips met, she exhaled the thick black smoke for me to inhale.

After just a moment, she locked her lips to mine, still exhaling the smoke into my lungs, making my head light and dizzy.

Elya broke the kiss with a tiny pop and exhaled the rest of the smoke into the air with a sigh that ended as an “aaah”

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We touched, kissed and smoked her wondrous herb. As we continued to heat up with our passions Elya’s kimono slowly slipped from her shoulders, revealing more and more of her cleavage. She made a few half-hearted attempts to pull it back up, but I always tugged it back down.

“Oh, Grant!” Eyla moaned with a mock outrage. “You are such a pervert.” She gasped as I pulled one of the ties to her kimono and she let out a high moan as her Kimono finally opened and her breasts swung free and exposed in the night air, a sheen of sweat coating her body and dampening her brow.

She got up from me and set down the kiseru, pretending again to be outraged. “Oh! You leacher! Pervert!” She cried out, making a mockery of trying to bundle her kimono around her chest. I got up and grabbed the lapels of her clothes, forcing it open again. She slipped out of the kimono, now unable to help herself and started to laugh as she half-danced away, with me close behind.

“Hey, where are you going, pretty lady?” I hissed in her ear as one of my hands grabbed her neck, and while the other grabbed her breast. I bent her over the larger sofa and entered her from behind, now pushing with more force and urgent need.

She cried out again, dropping pretense and turned around, draping her hand over my neck and burning her tongue in my throat. “Oh! Grant, cum in me, press as deep as you can!” She squealed as I brought us both to a swift climax and kissed the entrance to her womb and pushed all the pent up stress and heat into her body.

“Hmmm.” Eyla moaned and swayed her hips as we disconnected. “Let’s go again, this time in the bed.” She said, grabbing a bottle of sake. “And then sleep. My precious night king will need his sleep if he is going to start his move to conquer the workplace and get us into the penthouse.” She purred.

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I sighed, catching a small cloud of the dark smoke drifting around the room, feeling my head grow light again as I followed her into the bedroom, followed her to the first step of what would be the year where we both reclaimed our Night Kingdom…. Night City itself.