Inugati

Deep in a forest just outside of a small town down from Tokyo surrounded by deep winding mountain crevices and dark woods rests the Forbidden Village of Akionigami
A secretive and ancient village whose inhabitants reject the outside world completely and live xenophobicly in the ominous deep mountain village mostly regarded with both fear and great fascination by the world outside.

Some things are known by the outside like how the village has and has never in history had females and in the ancient times reportedly was the home of Samurai who possessed great magical abilities but deep in Akionigami they keep their most valuable secrets hidden.
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Beautiful

His soft cold skin

Was beautiful

Like glass under my fingers

As a vase of roses

Strong enough 

To hold all the 

Beautiful darkness inside

But fragile when pushed over the edge

Everytime I touch him

I push him

Over the edge of daylight

Into the deep darkness of me

Until I pushed him 

Into my heart

...The worst part of me

Spiders And Moths

⚠ this has some mature stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


Kiyon walks into the bathhouse and derobes then steps into one of the cool spring pools to calm his nerves but even the chilly water pooling gently over him wasn't enough to cool the heat boiling in his lower belly and raising in between his legs starting to ache.


He closed his eyes and pressed on his nose bridge as he tried to ignore it but as the time passed painfully fast his member also grew painfully until he became far too antsy with discomfort to ignore it any longer and the visions of his new brides pale skin and long black hair freed from its ties and sweeping across that milky white neck haunting his thoughts didn't help the ache in his groin in the slightest.


He buries his face in his left elbow that was resting against the stone ridge around the pool and with his right hand he reaches below the water and down between his legs but he can't help but feel awful about what he's tempted to do while thinking such impure thoughts about someone so innocent.


But for the first time in a long time it's as if he's no longer in control of himself.


For as long as he can remember he's always been stoic and in complete control in perfect balance, he's never allowed himself to be vulnerable in any way but suddenly it's like his whole body is under a spell.


An animalistic violence spell wrapping around him and squeezing him as tightly as his grip over his angry red erection until what little control and dignity he still has is left lost and he finds himself moaning and calling out the most lewd things he could possibly think of until it was inconsistent mumbling slowly growing as fast paced as his hand's rough strokes and raspy breathing.


But at the sound of hearing his own voice call out the name that was on his thoughts day and night he could no longer keep trying to hold himself back and soon found himself going limp and his voice going horse as he feels his release wash him and leave him completely exhausted and his mind foggy like being lost in a deep fever dream.


The Bitter Of The Sweet