Hotel Chaldea Ep. Shutendouji 2

"Now, darlin', despite what Cowtits over there might be sayin', I ain't no insect!"

Shutendouji's face was red, she was flushed all the way to the tips of her ears and she didn't seem to be able to go for more than a few seconds at a time without letting out a rather malevolent giggle. She took dainty steps, the cobblestone path she was walking on was a little slippery and she was almost stumbling around.

Perhaps the most clear sign that she was exaggerating her drunkenness was the fact that even as the two of you were making the climb, hiking up the path to the shrine at the top of the very gently sloped hill, she hadn't even tripped once.

But you weren't complaining about it. Just getting her to put on clothes that wouldn't get the two of you in trouble for indecent exposure was already hard enough, though it seemed she had taken it as a challenge, wearing a big pink hoodie and purple yoga pants, clearly being as bright and obnoxiously noticeable as possible.

On top of that she had wound up stealing your jacket to boot so you were actually having to deal with the slightly chilly winds while she stumbled about drunkenly.

"But I sure am a bad gurl," she said, followed by a loud hiccup and a low, breathy chuckle. "Eheheh, 's why me 'n Kintoki cannae get toge, geh, toget- fuck!" she burped. "'cuz the boy's a good kid y'see? 'n I'm the worst!"

She put her right foot forward, her sneakers finding purchase and grip, and then she did a little twirl, swinging her left leg around, brandishing a huge empty bottle of sake like a club.

"Really? I would've thought the matter of size would've been a bigger problem," you pointed out as you walked behind her, ignoring the murmurs and words of the people around. The little festival you were visiting was abuzz just hours ago, and it had been a pretty good cover for meeting with a particularly religious debtor who attended the festival every year.

The rest of your department was already moving, but unfortunately, they were more than good enough to not need your direct input and that left you with nothing to do, so Ritsuka had shafted you with the duty of distracting Shutendouji so she didn't do anything problematic.

And there were a lot of problematic things she could and would do if given the opportunity and a lack of supervision.

Speaking of the Oni, she turned to you and pointed her finger at you. "Size ain' nuffin', darlin'," she responded, bringing a hand to her front and putting it directly in front of her crotch, then raising it up to just above her belly button. "Up ta here, 'n maybe a lil' further, yeah, that's about where the boy would get," she said, "'n is just guessin'," she hummed.

"Guessing? You've not done it?" you asked.

She hummed thoughtfully. "Nah, the boy's too innocent, too good of a kid- an' that's bad," she said, crossing her palms in front of her chest, edge to edge, forming a big X. "It's a thing with his skills," she hummed. "We've got rules, 'n ev'n I gotta respect some offem," she hummed, turning back around and taking several steps forward, lifting her sake bottle and bringing it up to her lips.

Luckily, though she was vertically challenged, the Japanese women around us weren't much taller than her, especially around that rural town. It did make you want to take her to a place with taller women like the Netherlands, where they would be shocked to learn she was an adult, and they would be even more shocked when she drank all of them under the table.

Among her countrymen, however, she only stood out for her almost unnatural beauty, the subtly threatening appearance of an oni, and of course, her fangs and horns which people were just assuming were cosplay.

She sighed, despondently, and then with a swift movement, tossed the bottle in the air and caught it by the base, shaking it and looking at the base of the bottle, where only a few droplets of sake remained. "I'm outta alcohol," she spoke, sounding as if it was the worst news in the world. "Ahh, darlin', won't you be a dear and buy me some more?"

"Denied," you responded. "You've run through the allocated budget," you said, grabbing your wallet and pulling it out, opening it to show her that you indeed had run out of bills.

"Ahh, but, darlin'," she said, "ya got'cher own cash, aye?" she asked, tossing the bottle with a perfect arc into a nearby recycle bin, which it slid into perfectly. She then linked her hands behind her back and leaned forward, a grin splitting her lips as she looked up at you, her face framed by her hair and her horns standing out in the evening twilight, red like blood.

"Yes, it's mine," you pointed out. "What about it?"

"Well, how about spendin' it on lil' ole' me?" she asked, bringing one of her hands forward and pointing it at herself, trying to look cute. "Mhm, of course, not for free, not for free at all, nothin's free in the world," she said, nodding and bringing the finger she had used to point at herself up at her mouth, running it over her lips, then gesturing towards a nearby alley. "How's about we take it over yonder," she said, wagging her eyebrows, "'n I convince ya to lemme have the booze?"

Now, logically, you should say no. After all, that was kind of silly, and it really made no sense to do that there, when really, you were just supposed to waste Shutendouji's time, distract her so she didn't do anything silly.

But she sucked dick real good.

Your back rested against the stonework of the building behind you, the little alley was narrow, and the mouth of it was covered with some cans and boxes that gave the two of you enough privacy, not that Shuten cared about that, as she would easily just do it in the middle of the street if you asked.

Spreading your feet wide to give yourself more support, you rested more of your weight against the building and then grabbed both of Shutendouji's horns with your hands, and forced her down on your cock.

You slipped down the back of her throat, tight, wet and hot, there was still a hint of a burning sensation that actually made it feel even better, all the booze she drank hadn't dried her out at all and instead it had just brought up her body temperature. A ridiculous thought crossed your mind, she had drank so much her throat was probably sterile.

Ignoring that you grit your teeth and looked down at her, forcing her head to tilt by twisting your wrists and pushing her horns away while pulling her face up, looking at her overfilled mouth and her bulging eyes.

If she had been flushed before, she was positively glowing red then.

She opened her throat up and swallowed as you forced her all the way down. She choked on it, deliberately and intentionaly, her throat vibrating and shaking powerfully on your cock as she did, forcing a hiss out of you and making you need to tighten up lest the orgasm sneaking up on you force its way out.

"Fffuck, damn," you panted and glared down at her. "Are you sure you're not more interested in cock than booze?" you taunted.

Clearly amused, Shuten raised her hands and threw up double peace signs, and her long, pointy tongue snuck out of her mouth to wrap around your shaft, as she slurped and sucked.

"What a lewd woman," you growled down at her, giving her exactly what she wanted and was asking for so intensely, pulling her onto you and causing her to choke, spittle flying as she gagged on your cock, noisily and sloppily.

The pleasure of her throat was about as overwhelming as you expected and then some, she had some incredible throat game. Gritting your teeth and furrowing your brow, you tried to prolong the intense pleasure as long as possible, working yourself up as much as you could, but ultimately, there just was no winning against the throat goat.

You forced her all the way down and made her throat your cock, her rips becoming almost like a cock ring around the base of your cock before you exploded, looking down at the smug looking oni, whose eyes were upturned to glance at you, she even still had both her hands up making those peace signs.

It felt almost like you were melting, as if she was making you into the booze she wanted and drinking you up just like that. She sucked, slurped, swallowed and worked you over not just with her lips, her cheeks, her jaw and tongue, but also with her neck and throat, her muscles contracting and relaxing in time to milk you for all you were worth.

What felt like an eternity passed in a moment as all things became pleasure, vision swimming as you slowly but surely came back down to Earth, even as Shutendouji finished off your orgasm, sucking the last drops of cum from your cock before pulling back, stroking your spit slick cock with her hand.

She opened her mouth to speak, but burped again instead, then giggled.

"Awrite," she said, her voice sounding slightly hoarse, "how about we go get some of that fried chicken?" she asked. "Few things are a better pair with good booze than karaage," she hummed, dabbing at her lip with her fingers to collect the droplets of seed she had missed, ensuring that all of it disappeared down her gullet.

After a blowjob like that, you didn't really mind paying for a few snacks, and she was more than happy to 'convince' you again later...