Nezuko Kamado | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba

The gentle glow of the moon filtered through the sparse leaves of the forest, casting dappled shadows on the mossy ground. Nezuko Kamado, no longer a demon but a human once more, felt a profound peace settling over her. The constant gnawing hunger, the primal urge, was gone, replaced by a different kind of ache – one that pulsed with a burgeoning, unfamiliar desire. Beside her, Tanjiro’s presence was a warm, steady anchor, his hand resting lightly on her knee. The years of struggle, of shared fear and unwavering hope, had forged a bond deeper than blood. Tonight, however, something felt… new. A subtle shift in the air, a heightened awareness of his proximity.

He turned to her, his kind eyes catching the moonlight. “Nezuko,” he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. “Are you… are you alright?” He had always been so protective, so attuned to her every need. But tonight, she saw a flicker of something else in his gaze, a question that went beyond her physical well-being. It mirrored the questions swirling within her own heart. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the steady beat of his pulse a silent rhythm against the rustling leaves. Her own heart began to flutter, a delicate bird trapped within her chest. She nodded, unable to speak, her gaze lingering on the curve of his lips, the gentle slope of his jaw.

Tanjiro’s hand moved, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “You’ve been through so much,” he murmured, his thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “But… you’re safe now. We’re safe.” The air between them grew thick with unspoken longing. Nezuko felt her cheeks flush, a warmth spreading from her core. She remembered the days of her demonhood, the strange, powerful surges of instinct she had suppressed. Now, as a human, those instincts were… different. They were focused, sharp, and directed entirely at him. She could feel the subtle shift in his breathing, the way his eyes darkened as they met hers. It was a dance of hesitation and burgeoning courage, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken passion that had simmered beneath the surface of their lives for so long.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers. “Nezuko,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. How I feel.” Her breath hitched. She knew. She felt it too, a magnetic pull that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She watched as his gaze dropped to her lips, then to the swell of her chest, a silent testament to the changes her human form had brought. Her simple sleepwear, once a comfort, now felt impossibly thin, unable to conceal the newfound fullness of her breasts, their soft mounds pressing against the fabric. She instinctively brought a hand to her chest, a gesture of shyness, but Tanjiro’s hand covered hers, his touch gentle yet firm, his fingers warm against her skin. The sensation was electrifying, igniting a fire within her that spread with breathtaking speed.

“I love you, Nezuko,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. The words hung in the air, a sweet, potent melody. Nezuko’s eyes widened, tears welling at the corners. She had always known his love for her was pure, brotherly, protective. But this… this was something else. A consuming, heartfelt devotion that made her entire being sing. She finally found her voice, a soft murmur. “Tanjiro…” He didn’t wait for more. He gently cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he closed the distance between them. His lips met hers, a tentative, searching kiss that quickly deepened, becoming a passionate exploration. Her lips parted under his, her tongue meeting his in a tender, intoxicating dance. The world outside the embrace of their kiss simply ceased to exist.

The kiss lingered, a promise of what was to come. Tanjiro’s hands slid from her face, down her neck, and then to the edges of her sleepshirt. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes seeking her permission, and she gave it with a soft sigh and a nod, her body trembling with anticipation. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric upwards, revealing her bare breasts to the moonlight. They were full and soft, their rosy peaks hardening under his appreciative gaze. Nezuko felt a blush creep up her neck, but there was no shame, only a thrilling sense of exposure and vulnerability. Tanjiro’s eyes roamed over her, a silent adoration in their depths. He leaned in, his lips finding the curve of her neck, then trailing lower, his warm breath fanning across her skin. Nezuko arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his mouth found her nipple. His tongue teased and caressed, drawing out a gasp of pure pleasure. She felt a deep, insistent ache bloom between her legs, a yearning that mirrored his growing desire.

His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms. Nezuko’s breath quickened. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, a molten pool of sensation. Tanjiro’s touch was reverent, his fingers gently sliding beneath the elastic waistband. He paused, his gaze meeting hers again, a silent question. She nodded, her eyes wide and imploring. He slowly pulled the fabric down, her legs parting instinctively as he did so. Nezuko was now bare from the waist down, her soft, smooth skin exposed to the cool night air. She felt a surge of exquisite vulnerability and an even greater surge of raw, unadulterated desire. Her mons was plump and inviting, her labia soft and yielding, parting slightly in anticipation of his touch. Tanjiro’s eyes drank her in, a look of pure awe on his face. He reached out, his fingertips tracing the delicate folds, his touch sending tremors of pleasure through her entire body. Nezuko whimpered, her fingers clenching the mossy ground beneath her.

“You’re so beautiful, Nezuko,” he breathed, his voice husky. He continued his exploration, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Nezuko’s hips began to sway unconsciously, a silent invitation. The feeling between her legs intensified, a throbbing, exquisite ache that begged for release. She felt a dampness blooming, a slickness that promised surrender. Tanjiro’s gaze dropped to her pussy, his eyes alight with passion. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin. Nezuko gasped, arching further, her hands reaching for his hair, holding him closer. His tongue began to trace exquisite patterns, teasing and tormenting her, drawing out a symphony of moans and cries. She felt herself spiraling, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. The slickness between her legs intensified, and she knew she was close, so very close.

As Nezuko reached her peak, her body convulsing with pleasure, Tanjiro pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with an intense desire that mirrored her own. He shifted his weight, positioning himself between her thighs. Nezuko looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. His erection was thick and hard, pressing against her now-slick entrance. It was a sight that sent another wave of heat through her. He was so… magnificent. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, a kiss filled with reverence and raw passion. Then, with a gentle nudge, he guided himself into her. Nezuko cried out, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure as he filled her completely. Her pussy tightened around his length, a perfect fit that left them both gasping. The sensation was overwhelming, a profound sense of union that transcended anything she had ever known.

Tanjiro began to move, his strokes slow and deep at first, allowing her to adjust to the incredible fullness. Nezuko wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. The friction was exquisite, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt his big cock grinding against her clit, intensifying the sensations to an almost unbearable degree. His big tits, once hidden beneath layers of cloth, were now on full display, their softness a stark contrast to the hard, determined thrusts he was delivering. Nezuko moaned his name, her nails digging into his back. The rhythm of their bodies, the sounds of their passion, filled the quiet forest night. He shifted his position, his powerful body moving with a primal grace, his ass tightening with each deep thrust. Nezuko felt herself being taken, possessed, and she surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm. Her own ass was high, presented to him, a willing recipient of his passion.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more vigorous, more insistent. Nezuko’s moans grew louder, her body arching into his. She could feel the climax building again, a powerful, insistent tide. Tanjiro’s breathing grew ragged, his eyes glazed with pleasure and exertion. “Nezuko… I’m… I’m going to… cum,” he grunted, his voice strained. Nezuko tightened her embrace, pulling him even deeper. “Yes, Tanjiro! Take me!” she cried, her own body tensing with anticipation. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove himself deep inside her, his body shuddering as he unleashed his seed. A hot, thick torrent of creampie filled her, a wave of warmth that spread through her core. Nezuko gasped, her body arching in a final, shattering climax, her own fluids mingling with his as she welcomed the fulfillment of their shared passion. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their intense encounter. The moon shone down, a silent witness to their love and their surrender.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Tanjiro brushed a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Nezuko’s forehead. He kissed her tenderly, his lips lingering on hers. “Nezuko,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder. “I… I love you so much.” Nezuko leaned into his embrace, her heart full. She traced the line of his jaw, her touch gentle and loving. “I love you too, Tanjiro,” she murmured. The forest was silent again, but now it was a silence filled with the echoes of their passion, the warmth of their shared intimacy. The night had brought them closer than ever, their bond forged not just in struggle, but in the deepest, most intimate expression of their love. As they lay entwined, the moonlight bathing them in its soft glow, Nezuko knew that this was just the beginning of their journey, a journey filled with a love as deep and passionate as the night itself.