Nezuko Kamado | Demon Slayer - Collection

The moon hung like a pearl in the inky sky, casting ethereal moonlight over the secluded bamboo forest. Nezuko, no longer a demon but a young woman blooming into her own, found herself drawn to the whispering leaves, a silent invitation to a night of quiet contemplation. Tanjiro was away, a mission of utmost importance keeping him from her side, and a quiet ache of longing settled in her chest. She traced the pattern of the bamboo stalks, their smooth, cool surfaces a stark contrast to the warmth that had begun to stir within her.

She remembered the early days, the raw, primal urges of her demon form, the desperate fight for control. Now, those instincts had softened, transforming into a potent sensuality that bloomed like the night-blooming jasmine. Her senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves, every distant hoot of an owl, a melody that resonated deep within her. The cool night air caressed her skin, a gentle prelude to the heat she felt building beneath the surface. She imagined Tanjiro’s warm embrace, the way his strong hands would hold her, the way his lips would seek hers.

A sudden rustle in the undergrowth startled her, and she instinctively tensed, her senses on high alert. But it wasn't the sound of a lurking demon; it was a familiar, reassuring presence. Zenitsu, his golden hair catching the moonlight, stumbled into the clearing, his usual panicked demeanor softened by a newfound maturity. He looked at her, and for the first time, his eyes held not just admiration, but a deep, unyielding tenderness. He had always been drawn to her, even in her demon form, a strange, unwavering devotion that had blossomed alongside her humanity.

“Nezuko-chan?” his voice was a hushed whisper, laced with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself. He approached cautiously, his gaze never leaving her face. The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken emotions. Nezuko met his gaze, a blush creeping up her neck. She saw past the often-comical fear to the earnest, loving soul that lay beneath.

“Zenitsu,” she replied softly, her voice a breath of wind. The awkwardness of their past, the fear and confusion, melted away under the silent understanding that had grown between them. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious tremor that echoed the awakening desires within her. He lingered, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, his breath hitching.

“You’re so beautiful, Nezuko-chan,” he breathed, his eyes wide with awe. The moonlight painted highlights on her face, illuminating the delicate curve of her lips, the soft swell of her breasts beneath her light kimono. He found himself mesmerized, his usual stammer replaced by a steady, almost reverent tone. He had watched her, had seen her fight, her endure, her love. And through it all, his own feelings had deepened, ripening into a profound adoration.

Nezuko’s heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm against her ribs. His gaze was so intense, so full of a longing that mirrored her own. She felt a warmth spread through her, an unfamiliar sensation that made her limbs feel heavy and pliant. She wanted to lean into his touch, to feel his skin against hers. The forest seemed to hold its breath, a silent witness to the burgeoning intimacy.

“Zenitsu,” she whispered again, her voice a little stronger this time. She reached out, her fingers brushing his hand. The contact was electric, sending a surge of heat through both of them. He clasped her hand, his grip surprisingly firm. His eyes, usually darting with anxiety, were now locked onto hers, filled with a raw, unadulterated desire. He saw the answering spark in her gaze, the unspoken invitation that made his breath catch.

He pulled her closer, his arms encircling her waist. Nezuko melted into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was a steady drumbeat, calming and exciting at the same time. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating against hers, a comforting and arousing sensation. His fingers began to caress her back, moving slowly, deliberately, igniting a trail of fire across her skin. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Nezuko-chan,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He tilted her chin up, his gaze searching hers. The air crackled with anticipation. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, a tentative exploration that ignited a firestorm. The kiss was slow at first, a gentle exchange of breath and warmth, then it deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. Nezuko responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. She tasted the sweetness of his lips, the salt of his skin, and it was intoxicating. Her body thrummed with a desire she had never known, a yearning that was both primal and deeply romantic.

His hands moved from her back, gently tracing the curve of her hips, then inching upwards, under the hem of her kimono. The cool silk slid away, revealing the soft skin beneath. Nezuko gasped as his fingers brushed against the swell of her breast. He paused, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of her ample cleavage, the soft, creamy skin, the delicate pink of her nipples peeking through the fabric. He had always imagined, in his wildest fantasies, the sheer abundance of her beauty. Now, in the moonlit clearing, it was even more breathtaking.

“So soft,” he whispered, his voice thick with wonder. He cupped her breast, his thumb gently stroking the tip, eliciting a whimper from Nezuko. She arched her back, her head thrown back, exposing her throat to the night air. The feeling was exquisite, an unbearable pleasure that made her legs tremble. Zenitsu’s gaze was fixed on her, his desire palpable. He unfastened the ties of her kimono, the fabric parting to reveal the full glory of her magnificent breasts. They were full, round, and heavy, a testament to her feminine power, with nipples that were dark and inviting, already hardening in anticipation.

He knelt before her, his eyes reverent. He lowered his head, his lips finding the apex of her breast. Nezuko cried out, a sound of pure pleasure. His tongue traced the delicate veins, the soft contours, then it moved to her nipple. He teased it, licked it, then took it into his mouth, suckling gently. Nezuko’s world dissolved into a swirling vortex of sensation. She gripped his head, her nails digging into his soft hair, trying to anchor herself as her body surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. His skillful mouth worked its magic, drawing her breath away, making her hips involuntarily arch.

He moved to the other breast, lavishing the same attention, his tongue and lips creating a symphony of sensations that left Nezuko breathless and trembling. She felt a deep, aching need growing within her, a desire that only he could satisfy. He unfastened her obi, letting it fall to the ground, then gently slid the rest of her kimono down her body, leaving her completely bare. The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, highlighting the smooth curves of her body, the delicate hairs that adorned her inner thighs, a secret garden waiting to be explored. Zenitsu’s gaze roamed over her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had never seen anything so perfect, so utterly captivating.

He stood and began to shed his own clothes, his movements a little clumsy with urgency. Nezuko watched him, her eyes wide with anticipation. When he was bare, she saw the full extent of his desire, a potent testament to his longing for her. He was lean but muscular, his body radiating a youthful energy. He reached for her again, pulling her up to her feet. He held her at arm’s length, his gaze devouring her. She was everything he had ever dreamed of, and more.

“Nezuko-chan,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He traced the line of her collarbone, his fingers lingering on the curve of her breasts. He kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. Then, he guided her to a soft bed of moss beneath a towering cherry tree. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. He positioned himself above her, his body a powerful silhouette against the moonlit sky. Nezuko spread her legs, an unspoken invitation. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the pounding of his heart against her own. She met his gaze, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and trust.

He lowered himself onto her, his fingers caressing her thighs. Nezuko shivered as his hand brushed against the entrance to her core. She felt herself moisten, her body preparing for him. He whispered soft words of adoration, his breath fanning her skin. He entered her slowly, tentatively at first. Nezuko gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was intense, a deep fullness that filled her completely. It was a feeling both alien and incredibly welcome. She felt a primal urge to meet his thrusts, to deepen the connection between them.

He began to move, his hips finding a rhythm with hers. Each thrust was a little deeper, a little more insistent. Nezuko moaned, her body responding to his every movement. The forest around them seemed to hum with their passion. His strokes became more powerful, more urgent, and Nezuko met him with an equal ferocity. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her body arching to meet his. The pleasure was building, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume them both. She felt the slickness of their bodies, the friction of their skin, the pounding of their hearts. The air was filled with their ragged breaths, their soft moans, their whispered endearments.

“Zenitsu… ah, Zenitsu!” she cried out, her voice strained with pleasure. She felt him pushing deeper, harder, each thrust igniting a new wave of sensation. He kissed her deeply, his tongue entwining with hers, as he continued his relentless rhythm. He lowered his head, his mouth finding her breasts again, suckling and licking as he drove into her. Nezuko felt herself nearing her climax, a trembling, exquisite sensation building within her. Her back arched off the moss, her cries growing louder, more desperate.

Zenitsu felt her response, her body tensing, her moans reaching a crescendo. He pushed harder, faster, his own climax building within him. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling with the effort. He saw the exquisite pleasure on Nezuko’s face, the way her eyes fluttered closed, her body writhing beneath him. He thrust deep one last time, feeling himself surge within her, a wave of release that washed over him. He collapsed onto her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat. Nezuko cried out, her own climax erupting in a shuddering wave that sent ripples of pleasure through her entire being. She held him tightly, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly evening out.

After a few moments, Zenitsu pulled away slightly, his gaze soft as he looked at Nezuko. Her hair was disheveled, her lips swollen, her eyes still holding the lingering haze of pleasure. He gently kissed her forehead. “Nezuko-chan,” he whispered, his voice filled with a profound tenderness. He then lowered his head again, and to Nezuko’s surprise, his lips found her clit. He began to lick, his tongue teasing and tasting, bringing forth a new wave of exquisite sensations. Nezuko gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth. She had never experienced anything like this, this intense, targeted pleasure. His licking was both gentle and demanding, drawing moans from her that she couldn’t control. He continued his ministrations, exploring every sensitive inch, building her to another peak. Nezuko felt herself spiraling, her body arching again, her cries echoing through the silent forest.

This time, when Zenitsu pulled back, his face was flushed, his eyes shining with a deep satisfaction. He looked at Nezuko, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He then lowered himself onto her again, and with a renewed vigor, began to thrust. He pushed deep into her, his rhythm more powerful, more demanding. He felt her respond, her body opening to him. He held her gaze, and in her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own burning desire. He continued to push into her, his movements growing more frantic, more urgent. He felt himself nearing his own release again, a powerful surge of pleasure building within him. He gritted his teeth, his body taut with the effort. He saw Nezuko’s body tensing, her eyes widening. He pushed deeper, harder, and felt himself explode within her, a deep, satisfying creampie that left Nezuko crying out his name.

He stayed with her for a long moment, their bodies slick and intertwined, their breaths still ragged. The moon continued its silent vigil, and the forest floor was dotted with the soft glow of fireflies. Nezuko nestled against Zenitsu, her heart full. She had never felt so loved, so desired. He stroked her hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. He kissed her softly, a promise of more to come. In the quiet of the night, under the watchful gaze of the moon, their passion had bloomed, a testament to the enduring power of love and desire, a secret shared between them in the heart of the enchanted forest.