Shura Kirigakure | Blue Exorcist - Fanart

The late afternoon sun, a painterly smear of gold and rose across the Kyoto skyline, cast long, languid shadows across Shura Kirigakure's cramped apartment. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light, illuminating the organized chaos of her living space – stacks of scrolls, scattered katana polishing cloths, and the lingering scent of sake and something distinctly hers, a wild, untamed fragrance that clung to her like a second skin. Shura stretched, a feline grace in her movements, her ample breasts pressing against the worn fabric of her training gi, a silent testament to the potent power she wielded and the alluring form she possessed.

A faint knock, hesitant yet persistent, broke the stillness. Shura’s eyebrow twitched, a familiar annoyance warring with a flicker of curiosity. Few dared to disturb her personal space without a pressing, exorcist-related emergency. She padded to the door, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, and peered through the small peephole. Her breath hitched, not from fear, but from a sudden, unexpected jolt that sent a tremor of heat through her veins.

It was Rin Okumura. Not in his usual boisterous, slightly clumsy student attire, but dressed in surprisingly neat, dark casual clothes. His usually messy hair was tamed, and the ever-present mischievous glint in his blue eyes was softened by an unfamiliar vulnerability. He looked… nervous. And something else. Something that made the tiny hairs on Shura’s arms stand on end. He was holding a small, brown paper bag, clutched tightly in one hand.

Shura opened the door a crack, her gaze sharp, assessing. "Okumura? What are you doing here? This isn't exactly the usual route for a remedial lesson." Her voice was low, a husky contralto that always seemed to hold a hint of danger, even in casual conversation.

Rin flushed, his gaze darting anywhere but directly into hers. "Uh, Shura-sensei… I… I brought you something." He gestured awkwardly with the bag. "It's… um… these crepes I made. With the help of one of the other students, of course, but I… I wanted to try and give you something." He finally managed to meet her eyes, a hopeful, almost pleading expression on his face. "For everything. For teaching me. For… not giving up on me."

Shura’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. Rin Okumura, the half-demon son of Satan, making crepes? It was almost too absurd to be true. Yet, the sincerity in his earnest gaze, the nervous tremor in his voice, tugged at something deep within her. He was a whirlwind of unpredictable energy, a constant source of exasperation, but also… he possessed a heart as vast and fiery as his demonic heritage.

She pushed the door open wider, a silent invitation. "Crepes, huh? You've piqued my interest. Come in, Okumura. Don't just stand there like a lost puppy."

Rin stepped inside, his eyes wide as he took in the intimate, lived-in space of the senior exorcist. The air felt thick with unspoken things, with the unspoken tension that always hummed beneath the surface of their interactions. Shura was his teacher, his superior, a woman of immense power and a reputation for being fiercely independent and… utterly unattainable. Yet, there was a spark, a charged awareness that had been building between them for months, ever since their shared trials and the moments where they’d seen past each other’s defenses.

Shura gestured towards a low table. "Sit. Let's see these culinary creations." She removed her gi top, revealing the simple, black camisole beneath, her generous curves prominently displayed. Rin’s gaze lingered for a fraction of a second too long, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. He quickly averted his eyes, fumbling with the paper bag.

He presented the crepes with a flourish that was more nervous than grand. They were… surprisingly neat. Lightly browned, filled with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. "I tried to make them… you know, good," he stammered, offering one to her. "This one's for you."

Shura took a bite, her eyes closing for a moment in genuine surprise. The sweetness of the strawberries, the lightness of the cream, the perfectly cooked crepe… it was delicious. "Not bad, Okumura," she admitted, her voice softer now. "Not bad at all. You’ve got potential, even outside of swinging that sword."

Rin beamed, a genuine, uninhibited smile that lit up his face. "Really? Thanks, Shura-sensei!" He eagerly took a bite of his own crepe, a smear of cream appearing on his chin. Shura’s gaze flickered to it, and a playful smirk touched her lips. She reached out, her finger lightly brushing away the errant cream, her touch sending a jolt through Rin. He froze, his breath catching in his throat.

The playful gesture hung in the air, the initial nervousness replaced by something far more potent. The romantic tension that had been simmering since he’d stepped through the door began to boil over. Shura’s eyes, usually sharp and focused, were now soft, lingering on his face. She saw the unspoken questions, the burgeoning desire in his innocent, yet powerful, gaze. She saw the same desires mirrored within herself, desires she had long suppressed, desires that were now amplified by the warmth of the room, the shared intimacy, and the undeniable pull between them.

She licked a trace of strawberry from her finger, her gaze never leaving his. "You know, Okumura," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "sometimes, the best lessons aren't taught in textbooks."

Rin swallowed hard, his eyes wide with dawning realization and a surge of excitement. He understood. He’d always felt this… this connection with Shura, this strange blend of respect, admiration, and something undeniably… physical. He’d seen the way she looked at him sometimes, the way her body language shifted when they were alone, a subtle softening, a more intimate gaze. And he’d felt it too, a growing fascination with her strength, her beauty, and the hints of vulnerability he sometimes glimpsed beneath her tough exterior.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out, as if compelled by an invisible force. His fingers brushed against hers, and the electric touch sent a shiver down his spine. "Shura-sensei…" he breathed, his voice a low murmur. "I… I feel it too."

Shura leaned in, her face inches from his. The scent of him, clean and youthful, mixed with the lingering sweetness of the crepes, intoxicated her. "Feel what, Okumura?" she whispered, her breath fanning his lips. "Feel this… connection? This… wanting?"

Rin nodded, unable to form words. He was lost in the depths of her emerald eyes, in the subtle curve of her lips, in the intoxicating aura of her power and her womanhood. He saw the fire in her gaze, the unspoken invitation, and his own resolve, already weakened, crumbled entirely.

He closed the remaining distance, his lips finding hers in a tentative, then a passionate kiss. It was a kiss born of suppressed desires, of mutual longing, of a teacher and student crossing an invisible line, a line that felt more like an exhilarating precipice. Shura responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself, her hands tangling in his soft, unruly hair, pulling him closer, deepening the embrace. His lips were soft, eager, and full of a youthful passion that ignited a fire within her that had been dormant for too long.

The world outside faded away. The late afternoon sun, the city lights, the responsibilities of their exorcist lives – all of it dissolved into the intoxicating reality of their embrace. Shura’s heart hammered against her ribs, a wild, joyous rhythm. She felt Rin’s hands tentatively exploring her back, then moving upwards, his fingers brushing against the straps of her camisole. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his touch grew bolder, his thumbs tracing the swell of her generous breasts through the thin fabric.

Her own hands were busy, too. She unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers tracing the firm muscles of his chest, reveling in the warmth of his skin. She felt the tremor in his hands as he fumbled with the clasp of her camisole, his eagerness a palpable thing. With a soft click, it fell away, revealing the full, abundant glory of her big tits, their rosy peaks already taut and ready for his touch. Rin’s breath hitched, his eyes widening in awe as he gazed upon her, a sound of pure wonder escaping his lips.

He lowered his head, his lips tentatively touching her sensitive nipples, eliciting a gasp of pleasure that rippled through Shura’s entire body. His tongue, warm and eager, teased and caressed, sending waves of intense sensation through her. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her own desires surging, demanding release. She guided his head lower, her hands helping him to explore every curve, every inch of her bared flesh. His kisses were worshipful, his touch reverent, yet filled with a growing, unbridled passion.

“Rin…” she moaned, her voice a raw, husky plea. “You’re… you’re amazing.”

He looked up at her, his blue eyes clouded with desire, a flushed blush spreading across his handsome face. “Shura-sensei… you’re… you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He then took her hands and brought them to his own chest, guiding them over the rapidly beating heart beneath. “I… I want you,” he confessed, his voice filled with a raw, honest desire that made Shura’s knees weak.

Shura didn’t need any more encouragement. She pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, the heat radiating between them a palpable force. Her hands moved lower, unzipping his pants, her fingers brushing against his growing hardness, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him. He moaned, his hips instinctively arching into her touch. Shura’s smile was predatory, yet tender. This was a side of her that few ever saw, a passionate, desirous woman finally succumbing to her own needs, to the undeniable pull of the young demon with the heart of a lion.

They moved with a desperate urgency, shedding the last vestiges of their clothing, their bodies intertwining in the dimming light of the apartment. Shura guided Rin to the soft futon, her eyes never leaving his. The anticipation was a delicious torture, each touch, each kiss, each whispered word heightening the exquisite tension. Her long, slender fingers traced the muscles of his back, his sides, his firm thighs, reveling in the feel of his smooth, youthful skin. Rin’s hands, in turn, were equally adventurous, exploring the lush curves of her body, his fingers dancing over her hips, her thighs, and eventually, the soft mound between her legs. A soft sigh escaped Shura as his touch became more intimate, more direct, sending tendrils of fire through her core.

“Oh, Rin…” she moaned, her voice laced with pure pleasure. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to know, Shura-sensei,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I want to know everything.”

And then, with a tender, yet firm, embrace, he entered her. Shura cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Rin’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he felt the exquisite tightness of her body surrounding him. It was a perfect fit, a connection that felt divinely ordained. He looked at her, his heart swelling with a love and adoration that transcended the physical act. He saw the pleasure etched on her face, the ecstatic flush of her skin, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that this was right. This was meant to be.

Shura wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Their movements became a rhythm, a primal dance of desire and fulfillment. Her big tits, heavy and ripe, pressed against his chest with each thrust, the soft flesh a delightful sensation against his hardened skin. Rin’s hands held her hips, guiding their movements, his own body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He whispered her name over and over, his voice a guttural plea, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

“Shura… Shura… you feel so good,” he panted, his words slurring with exertion and delight. He focused on her face, on the way her eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He saw the tiny tremors that ran through her body, the soft moans that escaped her lips, and he felt a surge of possessive pride, of profound satisfaction. He was the one bringing this powerful woman to her knees, to the brink of oblivion.

Shura guided his movements, her hips meeting his with a practiced ease that belied the raw emotion of the moment. She reveled in the sheer power of his young body, the unbridled passion he brought to their encounter. She felt his powerful strokes, each one sending tremors of pleasure through her, building the intensity with every passing second. Her hands, no longer tentative, gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as the climax neared. She saw his own intensity, the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes were fixed on her, and she knew he was close, too.

“Rin… harder…” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. Her body tensed, a coiled spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy. And then, it happened. With a guttural cry, Rin surged into her, his climax a powerful wave that washed over them both. Shura’s own release followed, an explosive, all-consuming pleasure that left her breathless and trembling, her body convulsing around him.

They lay entwined for a long time, their hearts beating in unison, their bodies slick and exhausted, but utterly content. The silence that followed was not awkward, but rich with the lingering echoes of their passion, with the unspoken understanding that had passed between them. Shura nestled her head against Rin’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with exertion and everything to do with… love. Yes, it was love, a nascent, unexpected bloom that had taken root in the fertile ground of their shared experiences and their mutual desire.

Rin gently stroked her hair, his touch tender and reassuring. “Shura-sensei…” he whispered, his voice still rough with emotion. “That was… amazing.”

Shura tilted her head back, her emerald eyes meeting his. A soft smile played on her lips. “It was,” she agreed, her voice a contented murmur. “And you know, Okumura…” she paused, a playful glint returning to her eyes. “You’re still my student. And there are still many things I can teach you.”

Rin chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. He knew, and she knew, that their lesson today had been far more profound than any exorcism technique. It had been a lesson in desire, in passion, in the unexpected, beautiful unfolding of their hearts and bodies. As the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, casting a soft, intimate glow upon their intertwined forms, Shura Kirigakure knew that her life, once dedicated solely to the fight against demons, had just found a new, and infinitely more captivating, purpose.