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　 The demon slayer forgot when he fell in love with the demon.

　　It's the years and years of fighting each other, and it turns into an understanding. Maybe during the melee, when Vox, for whatever reason, saved him from a fatal blow. Perhaps it was when, secretly invited by the demon, he went unarmed to the castle to share a wine tasting. Perhaps it was the time when he can always seek a safe comfort from Vox despite the chaos of interest disputes in the world.

　　Maybe every time he get carried away.

　　With his hands and neck bound by Vox, the cold chain could not suppress the heat of his skin, he kneels before his enemy.

　　Is that supposed to be naked? Well, after all, wearing nothing but a Vox's white shirt and wet with red wine, the young man's pale body was barely visible, with slender waists and red nipples visible in the light.

　　“Bark for me，bottom. ”

　　Obviously, demon slayer is no match for lust, and the master's word is supreme.

　　He sees Vox threws back his head in satisfaction, squint slightly, and sighs in his throat as hand plunge into his hair and forces him to swallow deeper and deeper, saliva running down and dirtying the demon's instep.

　　The thong hit his thigh is so loud and clear that the burning pain makes his legs tremble, and he wants more, wants the pleasure of being filled, so he works harder for the devil, hoping for a reward.

　　He'll never know, what is in the Vox eyes: don't know because alcohol or sense of shame let him double face flush, his eyes lost their focus and still trying to look to the Vox, lips, sucking hard for him to seem too to force things. The enemy who tried to kill Vox with a blade is pleasing demon, a pair of sensuality, without reservation.

　　“Good boy，you deserve a reward. ”

　　The semen gets into his throat, he can't hold it, chokes it out, he is shaking with a violent cough and hardly can't breathe, the salty taste was filling his mouth, but he want to get more.

　　Everything about him is dictated by Vox, his posture, his movements, whether he can yell, whether he can get permission to ejaculate. He's pinned in front of the mirror with his legs outstretched, looking at his own face, and the once heartless hunter is being butted like a slut. He's a plaything, being fucked from behind by Vox，stuck into dangerous and fascinating desires.

　　"Look at you like this." The demon whispers in his ear.

　　Endless orgasm makes his physical instinct try to avoid the hot flesh behind him, but the mirror is cold, and he trembles with excitement, and he can not escape. Breathing and swearing echoes in the room, and the taste of being possessed drags him to fall in love with lust. Vox dirty him, he dirty the mirror. Sweat, saliva from kissing, and dirty water from beneath are all mixed together.

　　But who cares so much? He just wants to scream for his lover, lose his sanity, take on the gift from the demon, and be so encroached that he can't even say a complete word.

　　Every time after sex, he always shamefully and angrily says that he would kill the devil, but every time he coms here, he doesn't bring a weapon. It is rumored that he fights with the demon empty-handed, but only he knows how many things he had acquired with his body that didn't belong to him.

　　“I will kill you. ”

　　“On the bed？”

　　So Shoto gets again for Vox's boiling punishment.

　　
　　I don't know, I will kill you.

　　But it may be in the form of companionship in the long time.