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Rewarding The Dog
By : moviefan
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(A/N: Well, this one was interesting to write. It's almost two stories in one. After falling in love with Chainsaw Man, I couldn't help coming up with my own idea for a Devil I wanted to incorporate into a story, but I had nothing more than the Devil idea to go with. Then the idea for this story came about, and hey, the perfect way to include my idea for a Devil before leading into the... very unique lemon writing challenge this turned out to be. I'm sure you'll be able to see what I mean about this being two stories in one with how the plot and theme shifts halfway through, but hopefully you'll enjoy it.)
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"REWARDING THE DOG"
There it was, the warehouse he’d been told about, just where it was supposed to be. The abandoned warehouse to be more precise. Located right beside a river that ran through the mountains, it once belonged to a logging company that had gone out of business several decades ago.
In the past, loggers would cut down trees and send them down the river, where they would be gathered and stored in the warehouse to get them ready for distribution. And while the company had gone out of business, the rundown warehouse still stood, having never been demolished or repurposed into anything new.
It was here that Denji was told his target was hiding. And he had been especially chosen for the mission, by none other than Makima herself. But then, he supposed it made sense, he was the famous Chainsaw Man, one of the top Devil Hunters in the organization. That had pretty much been his life after the Chainsaw Devil, Pochita, or so he had named him, had replaced his heart, essentially creating a contract between them, in order to save his life after he had been fatally wounded by those gangsters, granting him all the powers of said Devil.
Denji may have been a simple-minded idiot, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew good and well that Makima was using him, that had been made very clear from the beginning, ever since he had basically signed his life over to her. But the truth was, he didn’t really mind, not as long as she continued to keep him housed, fed, and comfortable. Not to mention she had been hanging the possibility of sex with her over his head.
Thus far, she had kept her word, giving him a place to live and food to eat. It was a major upgrade from being homeless on the street and on the verge of starvation like he had been prior to meeting her. As of yet, the only thing she had failed to deliver on and continued to tease him with was the sex part. But, to be fair, she had only said that she would sleep with him as a reward if he managed to kill the Gun Devil, which he had yet to do.
But now another possibility was available to him with this new mission. The reward of bedding her was now on the table for another Devil. Makima had made it abundantly clear that if he succeeded in this latest mission and managed to make it back alive, the promise of sex with her would be waiting for him. He could still vividly remember how that conversation had gone.
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Flashback
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Having been summoned by Makima, Denji flipped through the file he had been given. Within it was a picture of an old logger’s warehouse that looked on the verge of falling apart. It was labeled as the location of the target, and Denji had been chosen to take it out.
“This is the first time this Devil has been spotted in decades,” Makima told him in her cool, controlled voice. “We have to move fast before it disappears again. There’s no telling when or where it will resurface if it slips away. Killing this Devil takes priority over any other, even the Gun Devil.”
Looking up at the file in surprise, Denji raised an eyebrow at her. “Seriously? It takes higher priority than the Gun Devil? Why?”
For as long as he’d been here, killing the Gun Devil had been the organization’s number one goal. If this Devil actually took priority over the number one target for the Devil Hunters, then it must be something serious.
Makima simply raised an eyebrow at his question and nodded at the file he held. “Its name is in there. That should tell you everything you need to know about why this target is so important.”
Taking another look, Denji found the type of Devil he would be dealing with. He read the name though and wondered if there had been some kind of typo. “The Devil Devil?”
Makima nodded. “That’s it.”
He gave her a peculiar look. “So it’s the Devil of… Devils?”
“Precisely.” She cocked her head to the side curiously. “Does that surprise you?”
Denji frowned, thinking about it. No, he supposed it wasn’t that surprising. There seemed to be a Devil for everything. The Leech Devil, the Bat Devil, the Eternity Devil, the Ghost Devil, the Snake Devil, just to name a few. So sure, why wouldn’t there be a Devil for Devils?
“No, I guess not,” he admitted, and began looking through the file again for more information on what he was dealing with. “But what’s the big deal about this one? What makes it such a high priority?”
Makima just crossed her arms. “It’s the Devil Devil. Naturally, that makes it the strongest and most dangerous of all the Devils. And as the Devil Devil, it possesses the powers and abilities of all Devils, including the Gun Devil.” She gave him a pointed look. “Including you.”
Denji looked up at her in shock. “Wait, for real!?”
“For real,” she told him with a slight smirk. “Which is why it’s such a priority. This one must be stopped at all costs. Defeating other Devils is ultimately pointless since this one can just do what they do, and even worse than they can do it.”
Flabbergasted, Denji slapped a hand to his chest. “Then why the hell are you sending me alone!? Shouldn’t we send in every Hunter we have to make sure we take it out?”
But Makima just shook her head. “I’m afraid that won’t work. The Devil Devil can’t be defeated that way; it’s too powerful. There aren’t enough Devil Hunters in the world to overpower it. If we send in a bunch of Hunters, it’ll know they’re coming and slaughter them all.” She smirked. “That’s why this is going to be a stealth operation. We’re sending in one lone, powerful Hunter in the hopes that they will be able to quickly take it out before it realizes it’s under attack and hope that they’ll be able to kill it. That’s the only way we’ll be able to defeat it, with the element of surprise. And I’ve chosen you to be that agent.”
Denji stared at her for several long moments before looking back down at the file. This felt… overwhelming. He’d faced Devils more powerful than himself before, but nothing like this. He was going to have to essentially get close enough undetected in order to do a sneak attack that would kill the Devil Devil before it knew he was there. Because if he was discovered, that was it, he was dead. There was no way he would be able to beat a monster that strong with that many abilities, and he didn’t exactly feel like dying, at least not while he was still a virgin.
“I don’t know,” he said hesitantly. “Normally I’d be all for this, but this feels a little out of my league. Maybe someone a little more skilled or with more experience would be a better option. One wrong move and not only do I end up dead, but the Devil Devil will get away. And like you said, who knows when it will appear again.”
Makima, however, just uncrossed her arms and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I have faith in you.” She began casually strolling over to him. “You’ve pulled off the impossible before. If anyone can do this, you can. And with a nice reward waiting for you when you come back successfully, I’m sure nothing will stand in your way.”
Denji’s ears perked up at the word ‘reward’, and he now eagerly looked at her. “Reward? What reward?”
She chuckled as she came to a stop in front of him. Reaching out, she began to trace circles over his chest with her index finger. “Why, the ultimate reward, my little Denji. The one you’ve been craving for all this time.”
She slowly moved her finger up his chest and to his chin, tilting his head upward so he looked directly into her seductive gaze, and she gave him an alluring smile as she placed her other hand on her chest.
“I know I told you that it would be your reward for killing the Gun Devil, but if you manage to pull off this mission and come back alive, and I’ll let you have me.”
At her words, Denji’s eyes widened and he practically began drooling. “H-H-Have you? You mean, have you as in…?”
Her smile widened. “That’s right, it’s exactly as you’re thinking. Succeed in this mission,” she leaned in so she could whisper seductively in his ear, “and I’ll finally let you fuck me.”
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End Flashback
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That promise had been more than enough to get Denji on a plane and headed to the middle of nowhere, no further questions asked. The promise to finally be able to have sex with Makima had been enough to convince him to face any danger.
There was practically nothing he wouldn’t do to finally get into Makima’s pants. She was easily the hottest, most seductive woman he’d ever seen, and he had wanted her since the first moment he saw her. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was in love with her, despite his emotions at times often no longer seemingly entirely human. In short, if it meant he’d get the chance to finally be able to hook up with her, then he would face down any danger, no matter how certain death was.
Stealth was the key. That’s what she’d told him. Get in undetected and take out the Devil Devil before it even knew he was there. Simple. At least he hoped so. And if he was caught, well, he’d go down fighting. And who knew, maybe by some miracle, he would be able to take the Devil Devil out even if he was discovered.
He wasn’t really surprised to find the door to the warehouse chained shut. That only left the windows, but they were all boarded up. And so he began the tedious process of removing the boards, slowly pulling each one free while doing his best to be as quiet as possible so as not to alert the monster within.
Briefly wondering how the Devil Devil had managed to get inside the warehouse with it being all sealed up, Denji slipped through the window once he had removed enough boards to bust out the glass and crawl through. Unsurprisingly, with all the windows boarded up, it was very dim inside, and Denji didn’t see any sign of the Devil in question. It was a big warehouse though, and so he carefully crept along, keeping an eye out for his target. It was a shame he hadn’t been given a picture of the monstrosity he was looking for. But then again, he was sure he’d know it when he saw it.
Sliding open a door, trying not to let it creak, he slipped into a much larger section of the warehouse; likely where they stored the piles of logs from the looks of it. His eyes darted around for any sign of the Devil Devil as he crept along. As he did so though, he couldn’t help but notice that the ground felt strange beneath his feet. It was too soft, too springy, and almost felt spongey.
Frowning, he looked down, his eyes trying to focus in the limited light, and he saw that it wasn’t solid ground that he was walking on. It almost seemed to be… hair? Yes, it was as if he was walking on a river of black hair. And then, to his unease, he saw it shudder, as if it were alive.
Suddenly, he detected movement ahead of him. Swallowing, he let his eyes travel farther ahead of him and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a corpse. It was lying on the ground with its arms spread out and mouth hanging open. Its eyes were open as well, but they contained empty eye sockets, as if its eyes had been plucked out. It was naked, but there were no signs of injury, nor were there, strangely, any signs of rotting or decomposing.
It took him a moment to realize that it wasn’t the only one. There were other corpses on either side of it, and one on top of it, and ones on top of those. In fact, it was an entire pile of corpses, all of them naked and eyeless. And it was a big pile too, very big, made up of dozens and dozens of them, maybe over a hundred.
But as he stared at the pile of corpses, he began to notice something about them. They were all attached to each other in some way, their flesh fused together, almost like a pile of conjoined twins, only for more than two. The bottom of the pile had the most distinguishable bodies, but as his eyes began to wander further up the pile, he saw that the bodies were fused together more and more, as if they had melted into each other to form a massive mound of flesh. The pile had to be thirty-five to forty feet high, maybe more.
A little more than halfway up the pile, he saw that the corpses were completely meshed together to become one giant, shapeless blob of flesh. And that’s when he saw it and came to the realization. That giant blob of flesh was actually an enormous head, and it contained a face that was looking right at him. Long black hair at the top, the very hair Denji was standing on, ran down the head and corpse pile of melted flesh that made up the body, parting to reveal the creature’s face.
On either side of this giant head, pointy elf-like ears poked out from the waterfall of black hair, and just above those ears were two large, dark brown horns. The left one protruded outward from the head and curved upward and then slightly outward towards the end, and the right one spiraled diagonally outward like that of a kuda. But it was the face that held Denji’s attention.
Its mouth was big and wide, with dark red lips that stretched practically ear to ear, long, sharp, curved teeth poking out from the top and bottom of them, akin to a crocodile’s; it could swallow Denji whole, looking capable of opening one-hundred and eighty degrees or more. It had a large nose with three nostrils, but it seemed to indent inward, as if it had been smashed in by something.
It also had three large eyes, the third one in the middle of its forehead in a vertical position, and rather than eyelashes, its eyelids were rimmed with long, sharp teeth, almost making its eye sockets resemble mouths. What should have been the whites of each of its eyes was blood red in color with the irises being a mustard yellow, and they had black circular pupils. And all three of those eyes were fixated on Denji.
Gulping, Denji felt his heart start racing in his chest. It seemed he’d found the Devil Devil. And it appeared it found him as well. It suddenly shifted closer, the limbs of the corpses at the bottom of the pile of flesh that made up its body dragging the entire mass closer, akin to how a starfish would move, only with surprising speed for something so large. Its long river of hair spread far out from the head, disappearing into the darkness of the warehouse.
“Well?” a deep voice boomed from the Devil Devil, and Denji couldn’t help but think that it sounded like a more distorted and less robotic version of Darth Vader if he were underwater. “Aren’t you going to make a move?”
As the Devil Devil shifted closer, looming over Denji, he instinctively took a step back. “I would have, but it seems like I’ve lost the element of surprise.”
A rumbling chuckle escaped the monstrosity. “You never had it. I knew you were coming before this warehouse was even within your sights. You only got this close because I’ve allowed it… Chainsaw Devil.”
Suddenly, from behind the giant head, something large and long rose up from beneath the river of hair. It appeared to be a long, thick tail, over twice the length of the Devil’s body. It came up and curved over its head, then shot directly at Denji. It stopped, however, just short of impaling him, and Denji saw that the end of it contained a large, thick, dark purple spike with a slight curve. An inch or two more and it would have stabbed him. And from the tip, a drop of what appeared to be magma dripped down, causing the ground to sizzle.
“If I wanted it,” the Devil Devil said, and Denji noticed for the first time that its mouth didn’t move when it spoke, “you would be dead already.”
A bead of sweat ran down Denji’s head as he stared down at the spike that nearly impaled him, but then the Devil Devil pulled back its tail, and Denji heard it plop down heavily behind it. Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at the creature.
“So, just to clarify, you are the Devil Devil, right?” he asked. As long as he kept it talking, it wasn’t killing him.
“I am,” it stated plainly, sounding bored. “I’m sure you knew that already though.”
Denji shrugged slightly. “Eh, it’s hard to tell sometimes. You Devils come in all shapes and sizes, most of them grotesque.”
“Yes, I’m sure we do. But I imagine you never thought you’d come face-to-face with me. Although, for that to happen, I think this would be more accurate.”
Suddenly, the large mouth of the Devil Devil opened wide, indeed stretching open almost one hundred and eighty degrees, and Denji saw that two tendons inside the mouth helped connect the roof of the mouth to the bottom. But then a large, tube-shaped tongue slid out of the mouth, a tongue that was far longer than Denji had expected, anteater-like in comparison to its body.
That tongue came right up to Denji, and then, to his surprise and disgust, it peeled open like a banana, the four slabs of flesh curling down to reveal something inside the tongue. It was a second body, the body of a large muscular man almost twice the size of Denji, and he had six arms, the two in the back turned to face backwards.
The tongue seemed only capable of peeling open enough to just above the waist of the man. Disturbingly though, the man was completely skinless. It was almost like looking at one of those mannequins in medical schools used to study the human anatomy, crimson muscles and organs being clearly visible due to a lack of skin.
Portions of this body seemed to have a bit of an exoskeleton, as the ribcage, spine, arm bones, and a few facial bones were on the outside rather than beneath the muscles. Being lipless, its mouth seemed to be in a permanent grin or sneer, and its sunken eyes were completely black, like those of a shark. It didn’t seem to have a back portion of a skull, instead the skin simply blended into an exposed gray brain that had several large, metal bolts sticking out of it. The top of its head, however, was on fire, the flames flowing upward and down its neck to the middle of its back, acting like hair. And at the top of its head, just in front of the area where its brain was exposed, were two black horns that reminded Denji of the horns Power possessed.
Denji recoiled in disgust. This must have been the main or core body, or whatever, of the Devil Devil. He’d seen bodies within bodies of Devils before, so to speak, the Eternity Devil coming to mind. This had to be that, while the giant corpse-like head was an outer body akin to the shell of a snail that it stayed in.
“So,” the Devil Devil said from its main/core body, its voice louder and clearer, its teeth parting only the smallest bit as it spoke, “now you see all of me. What’s your next move?”
Despite the situation, Denji couldn’t help but to break out into a sharp-toothed grin. “Only one thing to do.”
Pulling open his button-down shirt, he grasped the pull string cord to unleash is hybrid form and activate his chainsaws. Just before he could pull it though, pain exploded in his shoulder, and he cried out. He glanced at his shoulder and saw a large fish hook about the size of his head buried in his shoulder. It was attached to a braid of hair as thick as his arm that seemed to be fused to the base of the hook.
“Damn it,” he hissed, and gave the pull string in his chest a yank anyway.
He transformed, more or less. An entire chainsaw emerged from the middle of each of his hands, going straight through the center of his middle fingers. His head changed as well, becoming and resembling a motorcycle helmet designed after the engine of a chainsaw with long, sharp teeth, and protruding from between his eyes was a third chainsaw.
With his change in appearance came a drastic shift in personality, his very nature becoming bloodthirsty and sadistic. Despite the danger he knew the Devil Devil presented, he found himself absolutely ecstatic, practically giddy for the fight. Even the pain from the hook in his shoulder affected him differently as he took on masochistic qualities.
And speaking of his shoulder, with a swipe of one of his chainsaws, he cut through the braid attached to the hook. He then ripped it out of his shoulder and tossed it aside before returning his attention to the Devil Devil. The severed braid hovered before him, and the hair at the end suddenly grew back, twisting together to braid itself, and a new hook seemed to materialize at the end.
“Alright, let’s go!” Denji declared excitedly, his voice practically becoming deranged. “I’ll slice you to pieces however many times I have to!”
As he prepared to make a move though, from out of the darkness, over two dozen more hooks attached to braids came flying at him. And not just hooks. At the ends of half of the braids were instead knives or shriveled gray hands with black-clawed fingers. It appeared that somewhere down the length of the Devil Devil’s long river of hair, the ends split off into all these braids, and each one had either a hook, a knife, or a hand at the end. Denji was surrounded by them, the hands taking hold of him, and he realized that the Devil Devil could easily tear him apart with them at any given moment, but the danger and the challenge only served to excite him further.
“Come on then!” he snarled eagerly. “Show me what you’ve got!”
He waited for the Devil Devil to make a move, but after several seconds of staring at Denji, the hands released him and the hooks and knives retracted, the braids retreating back into the darkness as the Devil Devil turned his back to him. “I’m not going to kill you. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you before you even set foot inside this place.”
Denji’s fists clenched. “What the hell is this? Are you looking down on me!?”
The Devil Devil glanced back at him. “It’s not a matter of looking down on you. I’ve effortlessly slaughter entire armies in seconds over the course of my life. As strong as you are, you won’t pose even the slightest challenge to me. I could annihilate you at any moment, but what would be the point?”
“Are you serious!?” Denji demanded. “Don’t you realize that I’m here to kill you?”
The Devil Devil looked away again, completely unbothered by the threat. “It was more than obvious.”
“And you don’t care?”
“At least it would be something interesting.”
Once again, Denji was completely caught off guard. “The hell are you talking about? You’re saying you don’t care if you die?”
The Devil Devil was silent for a few moments before turning back to him. “Tell me, Chainsaw Devil, do you have any idea how old I am?”
Denji would have blinked in surprise at the unexpected question if he were capable of it. “Um, what?”
“Older than you can fathom,” the Devil Devil answered for him. Suddenly, from beneath his waterfall of hair, six long, blood red, bat-like wings emerged from the back of the giant corpse head, stretching far out across the warehouse, a clear attempt at intimidation. The webbing of these wings were purple in color and seemed to be made up of hundreds of human faces with their eyes and mouths sewn shut that had been crudely stitched together. “And do you have any idea just how powerful I am?”
“Uh… Well, I know you have the powers of all the other Devils.”
“Indeed,” the Devil Devil replied. And then, as if to demonstrate, each of his six hands sprouted chainsaws identical to the ones Denji had, only they were bigger, longer, with more lethal looking chains. “I can use the power of any Devil at any time. Including you… or others.”
As he said this, the barrel of a gun suddenly sprouted from his head like the chainsaw from Denji’s and pointed right at him. The message was loud and clear. The Devil Devil knew of the Devil Hunters’ search for the Gun Devil, and he was demonstrating that he could match said Devil and then some.
The gun barrel and the chainsaws suddenly retracted back into the Devil Devil. “Living for so long and having enough power to do damn-near anything you want all the time with no one to pose even the slightest challenge to you, let alone stop you from doing whatever you want whenever you want, it gets rather dull. The truth is, life has become rather stagnate for one such as myself. The novelty of quite literally everything in life has completely worn off, and even the things I once took joy and pleasure in have become dull and boring. What’s the point of anything if everything becomes meaningless to you and brings you no satisfaction? Any form of joy or excitement this world has to offer has long since ended for me. That’s the result of living for so long with nearly unlimited power. Life itself loses all meaning.” He cocked his head to the side. “That’s why there’s no point in killing you or even defending myself. It would mean nothing to me, just like everything else.”
Denji couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was this really happening right now? Was this actually real life? “You’re seriously saying you don’t care if I kill you right now?”
The Devil Devil didn’t so much as blink. “As I said, whether I live or rather I die, it makes no difference to me; it’s all meaningless. At least dying would be a new experience for me. And who knows, maybe I’ll enjoy Hell more than this world. At the bare minimum, it should be more interesting than this pointless, empty life I’ve been stuck in for so long.”
Then he appeared to start gagging. Throwing back his head and opening his mouth wide. Denji watched as something forced its way up the Devil Devil’s throat and emerged from his mouth. It seemed to be an organ of some sort, a purple blob of flesh in the shape of a heart that was covered in thick, black, pulsing veins that bulged out from it.
“So if you want to kill me, go ahead,” the Devil Devil told him, speaking around his mouthful. “Here is my heart. End this pointless existence I’ve been stuck in and send me away from this dull life.”
Staring at the Devil Devil’s heart on display, completely open to attack, Denji’s astonishment slowly gave way to disappointed frustration, and he practically began trembling with anger. After all the hype that had been built up, the most dangerous and powerful of all Devils was actually willing to go down without a fight.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he seethed. “You’re telling me that because of boredom from his own power that the Devil Devil has been reduced to some cynical, depressed, pessimistic, nihilist that doesn’t even care if he dies and is willing to go down without so much as a fight!? This is so… anticlimactic!”
With a bellow of rage, he lashed out with his chainsaws. The Devil Devil didn’t so much as flinch as his heart was sliced to pieces. Then he went limp, his core body and tongue he was protruding from collapsing. As for the giant corpse outer body he emerged from, its three eyes drifted shut and the entire mass of flesh toppled over with a mighty thud that shook the whole warehouse. And that was the end of the Devil Devil.
For several long seconds, Denji stared at the motionless form of the Devil Devil. Then he threw back his head and let out a bellow of rage. “I feel like I was just screwed over!”

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While the showdown with the Devil Devil had been highly disappointing for the part of Denji that relished in bloodlust and carnage, the horny teenager part of him had a different kind of lust in mind. After all, as disappointing as the hunt had been, he had still successfully managed to kill the Devil Devil, and Makima had promised him a rather juicy reward if he managed to complete his mission and come back alive.
He was practically salivating as he found himself in Makina’s office, giving her a full report of his mission. He withheld some of the details though, particularly the part of how the Devil Devil had become a dispirited cynic who had become so bored and disillusion with life that he hadn’t cared if he lived or died, and so had simply let Denji kill him. No, for this, he decided that less was more, and so he had let Makima fill in the blanks of how the “fight” had gone down with her own imagination while being vague himself, trying to make his vagueness come across like he was trying to be humble.
For her part, Makima always seemed to be calm and collect, always in control of herself and everything around her. But when he delivered the news that he had managed to kill the Devil Devil, even she appeared to be surprised. There was no mistaking the widening of her eyes as he revealed the photographic evidence of his “victory” he had taken before her cool smile spread across her face.
“This is excellent work, Denji,” she told him as her eyes ran over what served as his report. “I admit, I did have my concerns as to whether you would be able to pull this off, but it seems my faith in you was well placed.”
A big yet nervous grin spread across Denji’s face. “Hey, well, you know, it was nothing. Just another day on the job.”
He let out an anxious laugh, bashfully rubbing the back of his head. For the most part, he seemed in control of himself, but internally, his heart was racing, or the Chainsaw Devil that served as his heart was. Ever since he had killed the Devil Devil, there had been only one thing on his mind. Makima had promised him something precious, and he was quite anxious to receive it. Quite frankly, it was taking all his self-control to try and appear to be calm.
Makima made a sound of satisfaction as she rested her cheek on her knuckle, her eyes still scanning the report. “Now that the Devil Devil is out of the way, the most powerful threat to us is gone. Of course, even with him out of the way, it seems our work is never done.” She let out a sigh. “Still so many Devils left to dispose of.”
Denji gulped as his eyes ran lustfully over Makima’s body. He’d dreamed of seeing her naked more nights than he could count. He still remembered the feel of her clothed breast in his hand as she placed it on her chest, still remembered the pressure of her teeth on his fingertip as she told him to remember the details of what she was doing to him. And yes, he remembered alright, he remembered everything in vivid detail, and he wanted more.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He was reaching his breaking point. Makima had promised him something and he needed it now, otherwise he thought he was going to explode. But how did he broach the subject?
His mouth struggled to work as he had a hard time trying to find his voice. “M-Miss Ma-Mak-ima…”
“Yes, Denji?” she asked, not even looking at him.
He swallowed nervously. “W-Well, um… I don’t… know if you remember or not, but you… ah… kind of promised me a certain… reward if I managed to defeat the Devil Devil and come back alive. And, well… I kind of did that, so… uh…”
Makima’s eyes stopped moving over the report, but she continued to stare at it for several long seconds before she lowered it and her eyes moved to him. “I remember.”
Denji practically jumped in his seat, sweating profoundly. “Yes, well, I was just wondering, hmm…”
He shyly averted his eyes as a knowing smile made its way up her face. “You would like your reward now?”
Rivers of sweat began rapidly ran down his face as he gripped the material of his pants tightly. “Well, I was hoping…”
Makima almost looked amused by him, as if finding his behavior cute. “Well, if that’s what you want.”
She pushed herself up and casually walked around her desk. She walked past him, her arm brushing his in what had to be intentional on her part. Denji glanced at her over his shoulder as she went up to the door and closed it. A small, startled sound escaped Denji and he quickly faced forward again, practically shaking in his seat. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of the door being locked before the sound of her footsteps approaching reached his ears.
Denji felt paralyzed, and at the same time couldn’t stop shaking. And when he felt Makima’s hands on his shoulders, he practically jumped out of his skin. This earned him a light chuckle from Makima as her hands slowly slid from his shoulders to his chest.
She leaned against him, her breasts pushing against his back, and he felt her soft breath against his ear as she brought her lips close to it. “I don’t mind giving you your reward right now. You’ve done such a good job after all.”
He felt her lightly clamp her teeth down on his earlobe and a shiver went through him. He was so hard in his pants he was surprised his cock didn’t come bursting out of it. Makima slid her hands over his chest through his shirt as she continued to nibble on his earlobe.
“Are you thinking about the time I let you touch my breast?” she asked through her clenched teeth, lightly grinding them togeyher. “Of when I bit down on your finger? Does this remind you of that?”
She released his ear with her teeth, but then licked the shell of it, causing him to break out in goose-bumps. She then circled around him, throwing a leg over his and sitting in his lap, facing him. She straddled him, her arms going around his neck, and a jolt of panic went through him. She had to be able to feel how hard he was with the way she was sitting on him, but she only scooted closer so his hardness was pressing up against her center even more.
“You’re going to experience so much more this time,” she told him.
Denji felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t believe she was sitting on his lap like this. And she’d closed and locked the door. It was just the two of them here in her office. Were they really going to do it right here? It certainly seemed like it.
“Denji,” she purred softly, “do you know how to make love to a woman?”
His brain felt fuzzy as he struggled to find an answer. Of course, he knew the basic idea, but he was a virgin whose sole experience consisted of the use of his left hand. “Well, more or less…”
His voice was shaky and uncertain. He wished he sounded more confident, but Makima didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, she almost seemed to enjoy it, as if she thought it was cute. “Well, you can’t just dive right in. You have to prepare your partner first. Get her in the proper mood.” She took his hands and placed them on her hips. “Even when she already wants it, never underestimate the importance of foreplay. It builds up anticipation and excitement, making the experience better for both parties.”
She began moving in his lap, grinding her hips against his. A sound of disbelief mixed with delight escaped Denji as he stared down at his hands on her hips as she slowly ground against him. His eyes went up to Makima’s face as she watched him almost expectantly. His gaze then returned to his hands on her hips, and he gripped them as he began steadily pushing and pulling her in time with her hip movements.
The sound of her breathing increased ever so lightly as she ground on his hardness. Her movements sent pleasant sensations racing through him, and he applied more pressure to her hips. Makima made a small sound in her throat that suggested enjoyment, which helped boost his confidence.
“It’s important to pay attention to your partner,” Makima told him. “Especially for first time lovers.”
Taking one of his hands, she brought it up and placed it on her breast over her shirt. Denji was instantly reminded of the last time she had done this. It had been immensely more satisfying than that exaggerated, pointless grope Power had granted him. He’d been so startled by the difference back then that he’d fallen backwards. He didn’t intend to make that mistake again though.
“Take your time exploring your partner,” Makima continued as she moved his hand against her breast. “Pay attention to their reactions. Familiarize yourself with their body, learn what they like, where they like to be touched and how. Remember their sensitive areas. Tease them and build up their anticipation to make it all the more enjoyable for when you finally give them what they want. But remember, everyone is different, so take note of any unique erogenous zones you manage to find on your partner.”
Swallowing, Denji focused on his hand on her breast. He began kneading it without her guidance, feeling its weight in his hand, memorizing its shape through her shirt. He applied different amounts of pressure, gauging her reaction. Makima’s eyes were closed and a smile was on her face as she seemed to enjoy his touch. She always came across as very stoic, and her reactions were subtle, but still noticeable. Her breathing had become slightly more labored, and she occasionally made a small humming sound in her throat.
“This is a good start, Denji,” she told him encouragingly. “But even when you find spots on your partner that they like, don’t neglect other areas, especially the sensitive areas. I assume you at least know where the most sensitive spot on a woman is, right?”
Somehow, Denji managed to find his voice, but it came out as little more than a squeak. “Um, yeah, I know it.”
Her smile widened slightly. Opening her eyes, she took his other hand still on her hip, lifting it up by the wrist. She brought it to her mouth and took his middle finger inside. She sucked on it briefly, running her tongue around the digit, wetting it with her saliva. She then pulled it free and moved his hand to his own mouth, pushing his index finger past his lips. Denji wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing as she pushed his finger in and out of his mouth before pulling it back out, leaving his two fingers wet with his saliva and hers.
“An important thing to note,” she said as her other hand moved to her lap, popping open the button of her pants and unzipping them, “even though girls naturally get wet on their own when aroused, you should still always make sure you touch them down there with something wet as well until you’re certain they’re sufficiently wet themselves.”
Denji’s eyes widened. “Miss Makima…”
She suddenly began to move his hand between them. She pushed the flaps of her pants open and hooked a finger in her underwear, pulling it outward enough to push his hand inside. Denji didn’t know if he wanted to pass out or explode, but his mouth dropped open in shock at what was happening. She continued to direct his hand though, and he felt that she was hairless down there, but then all thought ceased as his fingers made contact with her center.
She coaxed him to keep going though, slipping his fingers into her folds, and his fingertips brushed past them. Denji inhaled deeply at the feel of the wet warmth that greeted him, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
Makima let out a heavy breath, closing her eyes in delight. “Can you feel how wet I am, Denji? Mmm, that’s because of you. But as I said, you never know how ready a girl is for you until you actually touch her, which is why you should always make sure you have your own wetness ready before you penetrate your partner. You wouldn’t want to cause her any discomfort, would you?”
Denji could only shake his head, which she obviously didn’t see since her eyes were closed. At his lack of response though, she cracked open her eyes, taking note of the stunned look on his face. Her smile widened and she closed her eyes again as she encouraged him to touch her more.
“Girls are very sensitive down here,” she told him as he began sliding his fingers through her folds. “There are many ways to touch a girl here that are most pleasant. From her labia to her clit to her inner walls. And the wetter you get her, the more enjoyable it will be for her. And for you later as well.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “There’s also a special spot inside a girl that you should look for. And if you’re lucky enough or skilled enough to find it, you can really make your partner happy. They call that spot the G-spot. But I’m sure you’ve heard about that. The question is, can you find mine?”
Denji prayed to whatever God there was that he could as his fingers poked and probed at her insides. He had no idea what he was doing, but he took the sound of her breathing and the other soft sighs she was making as a good thing, and so kept at it. It was so hot inside her he felt as if his fingers would melt, and he could feel her growing even more wet as her inner walls clenched around his fingers, as if trying to draw him in more.
“Mmm,” she cooed at what he was doing. “You’re doing so well, Denji. Can you feel me growing wetter?” At his nod, she let out a light chuckle. “That’s what you want. It’ll make the sex better for both of us, so always make sure to get your partner as wet as possible.”
He nodded again, fully intending to explore her depths further, but she suddenly pulled his hand back, extracting his fingers from her. She brought it up so they could both see his fingers, once coated in their saliva, now wet with her juices.
“See how wet you made me, Denji,” she told him. “You show good skills for a virgin. Now, tell me, what do you think I taste like?”
Denji jerked in his seat. He wouldn’t have been surprised if steam shot out of his ears like a tea kettle. “T-Taste?”
She smiled in amusement and leaned forward, taking one of his wet fingers into her mouth. Denji’s own mouth hung open as he blushed heavily at the sight of Makima sucking her own juices off his finger. Her eyes were closed in apparent delight as her lips moved erotically over the length of his finger before she paused and looked at him.
“Would you like to know how I taste too, Denji?” she asked around his finger.
He had no words for her, his mouth still hanging open as he sputtered incoherently. She smiled in amusement before moving his hand away from her mouth and bringing it to his. Then she popped his other finger that had been inside her into his mouth, and he reflexively closed his lips over it. Her taste exploded on his tongue, and he made a sound of delight, his eyes rolling up into his head as he began sucking on his finger like an ice pop.
“Do you like the taste of me?” Makima purred. He gave her a nod and she pulled his finger out, smiling in amusement as he pouted, but she gently cupped his cheek. “There are so many other places to taste, Denji. For instance, we’ve only shared an indirect kiss, Tell me, do you remembered what it tasted like?”
He nodded, recalling how she had stuck the lollipop she had been sucking on into his mouth. “Cola-flavored Chupa Chups.”
“Very good.” She stroked his lips with her thumb, then leaned in so her lips hovered just above her own. “Now, what do you think a direct kiss with me will taste like?”
Denji didn’t answer, but his hands had returned to her hips, and he gripped them tightly in response. Makima continued to tease him by remaining just out of reach, but then she finally granted him mercy and closed the distance, kissing him for the first time.
Denji’s eyes practically bugged out of his head at the feel of Makima’s soft lips against his own. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt about ready to explode. But then she coaxed his mouth open, and he nearly lost it as he felt her tongue enter his mouth. A shocked mumble escaped him, but Makima just continued to kiss him as her tongue engaged with his, encouraging it to participate in this erotic, oral dance.
It was everything he envisioned a first kiss should be like, and unlike the sloppy, drunken one he’d received from Himeno, there was no puke involved. He thanked God for that as he attempted to follow Makima’s lead, kissing her back as he figured out how to properly go about it. He was beginning to feel dizzy and lightheaded, but in a good way.
He didn’t want to stop, but Makima eventually broke the kiss, and he was left panting. She seemed more in control of herself than he was, but even she seemed somewhat breathless. She gave him a smile and stroked his cheek.
“We did that a little out of order,” she remarked. “Usually, the kissing would come first. But no matter.” She cocked her head to the side. “That kiss taste a little better than puke?”
“So much better,” he mumbled dreamily.
She chuckled, running her index finger over his lips to his chin. “Speaking of which, you got to taste me. Would you like for me to taste you?”
Denji’s eyes, which had been half-lidded, suddenly widened to saucers. “T-Taste? Wait, you mean as in…?”
Her smile widened, and she ran her finger from his chin down to his chest to the bottom of his shirt. Her hands slipped underneath it, pushing it up as she ran them over his chest. She pushed it up to his chin and encouraged him to raise his arms so she could remove it. He complied, and she pushed it over his head and tossed it aside. Then she leaned down and began placing kisses over his chest. Denji’s head fell back as he let out a delighted moan. She moved slightly lower, and he groaned loudly as she licked his nipple.
She circled her tongue around it, teasing it to a point, then took it between her teeth. She bit down gently and began lightly grinding it between her teeth, making him shiver. She teased him like this for a while before pulling back, much to his disappointment. But then she slid back onto her knees in front of him and loosened her tie before removing it. Next, she reached towards him and popped free the button securing his pants together, then unzipped him.
Denji could only stare, hardly able to believe that this was happening. “Miss Makima, what are you…?”
She looked up at him with a smile, cocking her head to the side questioningly. “Do you not want me to taste you?”
“I… uh…”
When he said nothing more, she went back to what she was doing. Opening his pants, she reached into his underwear and pulled out his very swollen erection. Denji felt embarrassed, but said and did nothing as he watched Makima handle him. The Gun Devil himself could have appeared and he wouldn’t have stopped her.
“Such a big boy you are,” she commented teasingly. She placed her index finger to his tip and playfully moved his cock around like a joystick. “Hey, Denji, you can produce chainsaws from your limbs, right? I wonder though, can you produce one from here?”
She wiggled his cock around, and he struggled to stay still in his seat. “I… don’t know… I’ve never tried.”
“Hmm,” she mumbled thoughtfully. “Well, if you can, I don’t need to worry about you doing that, do I?”
“No, ma’am!”
She chuckled. “Good boy.”
She lifted her finger away from his tip. A string of pre-cum came away before disconnecting. Makima looked at the smear of clear liquid on her finger before licking it up. Denji groaned at the sight, and her eyes returned to him. Then she reached out and took hold of his length before leaning down, resting her chin on his leg, her breath tickling the base of his cock as she held it upright. She continued to watch him as she pressed his cock against her soft cheek, then she pressed a few kisses to it before running her tongue up it from the base to the head.
A loud groan escaped Denji. That had felt amazing! He wanted her to do it again. And she did, running her tongue back down to his base, then up again. She paused here though and pressed a kiss to the head, still watching him all the while.
“Say, Denji,” she said cheekily, “many people think that a girl going down on a guy like this is demeaning. They also view it as a position of power and control for the man. What do you think?”
Denji’s brain wasn’t working properly enough to answer the question right now; possibly due to a lack of blood flowing to it. “I, uh, I…”
Makima just chuckled. “Before you answer, here’s something to consider. Your most sensitive parts are all right here for me to do whatever I want with.” She cradled his sac before giving it a light squeeze, making him groan. “Just think of what I can do to you with my hands.” She then grazed her teeth over his length, biting down just slightly. “Or my teeth.” She lightly dug her nails into his shaft. “Or my nails. If you ask me, I could do some pretty extensive damage to you if I wanted to. That’s quite a bit of power you’re granting me, don’t you think? So tell me, who do you think is really the one with all the power and control when a woman goes down on a man?”
Somehow, Denji managed to find enough reasoning to answer. “Y-You are.”
Her smile widened. “I knew you were a smart boy. It can actually be pretty scary letting someone handle your most delicate bits when you think about it, can’t it?” Denji made a small noise in his throat and nodded, making Makima chuckle again. She rubbed her cheek against his cock, keeping her eyes on him, then gave him another lick. “Hey, Denji, did you know that the part of the brain that controls arousal is right next to the part of the brain that controls fear? Curious, isn’t it?”
He really didn’t care, nor did he see the relevance. “I… guess…”
Smiling, she grazed her teeth over him again. “With that in mind, it makes sense why frightening situations can sometimes stir up arousal; like the wires get crossed, so to speak, giving a person an erotic thrill with the fear.” She placed another kiss to the head of his cock. “Ever wonder if that’s why oral sex on men is so exciting, because of the far of the damage the giver can do to the receiver? Perhaps that’s why the idea that the one receiving it was the one in power was construed, to make it seem a little less scary for them and appear that they were the one in control to disillusion the giver of the power they held. But we know better, don’t we, Denji?”
He nodded vigorously, ready to agree to anything and everything she said. “Yes! Yes, ma’am!”
“That’s a good boy.”
She then lifted her head and moved over him. The next thing Denji knew, she was taking him in her mouth. A high-pitched sound escaped him as she sucked on and swirled her tongue around his head before she began bobbing her own head on him. She lightly sucked at him as her lips glided over his length as her head rose and fell in his lap.
It was pure heaven for Denji, the most amazing thing he ever felt. And the thought that it was Makima doing it just made it even more pleasurable. All he could do was grip the sides of his chair as she proceeded to pleasure him.
She only did this for a short while though before lifting her head one final time, this time grazing her teeth up his length before pulling off him. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, as if savoring his taste before looking up at him. “I think we’ll stop there with that for now. After all, you are a virgin, we wouldn’t want this to end too soon, would we?”
“N-No, ma’am,” he replied quickly.
She smiled and stood up. “In that case, let’s move this along, shall we?”
She stepped backwards and hoisted herself up to sit on her desk. Reaching up, she began to unbutton her shirt. Denji’s eyes widened and remained fixated on her shirt as she slowly opened it, his eyes getting wider and wider with the more skin that was revealed. And when she popped open the final button, she completely opened her shirt, revealing her black lacey bra.
Denji groaned at the sight of her flawless, creamy skin. Makima seemed to find his inability to look away to be rather amusing as she shrugged her shirt off her shoulders so it hung by her elbows, but didn’t completely remove it. Instead, she lifted a leg, presenting her foot to Denji.
“Be a dear and remove my shoes for me,” she cooed.
Gulping, Denji reached up with shaking hands and carefully took off her shoe, being so gentle as if she were fragile. And when he dropped the shoe to the ground, she lowered her leg and wiggled her other foot without lifting it, looking at him expectantly.
Taking a deep breath, he slid out of his seat and got down to his knees before reaching for her foot, removing that shoe just as carefully. And once he had done so, she lifted her foot, using it to tilt his chin upward so he looked at her. She then wriggled out of her shirt completely and pushed it off her desk. Then she reached for her pants, pushing them down her legs and off.
“Stockings please,” she told him, giving her feet a shake.
Hands still shaking, Denji reached for one of her feet. He plucked the tip of her stocking and pulled it down and off, then did the same with her other foot. And once the second one was removed, she lifted her foot and, with deliberate intent, stuck her big toe into his mouth. Denji’s eyes widened at the unexpected move and glanced at her, wondering if she expected him to lick or suck on her toes; something he wasn’t exactly opposed to.
She was watching him intently, and smiled when he caught her eye. “Denji, would you like another taste of me?” Removing her foot from his face, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “At the source?”
Denji’s cock practically jumped as it protruded out in the open as he struggled to formulate words. “Y-Yes, please.”
Chuckling, she sat up again, then raised a hand and crooked a finger at him. Denji shuffled forward on his knees until he was kneeling between her legs. He stared at her black lace panties, then looked up at her. She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly, and he returned his gaze to her panties.
Reaching for them, he hooked a finger into both sides of her panties, but as he began to pull them down, she placed her hands over his, stopping him. He gave her a questioning look and she returned it with a look of her own that set his blood boiling.
“Rip it,” she demanded softly.
Struggling to control himself, he did just that, yanking at her panties and easily tearing them right off her. This left her in only her bra, her bottom half now completely exposed, and Denji’s eyes became fixated on her wet, pink center as she spread her legs.
He must have been staring for a while, because she eventually spoke. “Well? I thought you wanted another taste. Don’t keep me waiting, Denji.”
Feeling as if he might explode at any moment, he slowly reached for her, running his hands up her smooth legs to take hold of her hips. He brought his face closer, and her scent hit his nose, causing his mouth to begin to water. He felt Makima tangle her hand in his hair as she bid him to come closer still.
“Taste me, Denji,” she told him. “Make me feel good.”
He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and dove right in. Burying his face between her legs, he immediately began feasting on her. He heard Makima let out a pleased moan and glanced up at her to see her let her head fall back. Her hand pushed at the back of his head, and he returned his focus to what he was doing with his mouth.
She tasted incredible, and he eagerly lapped at her. In truth, he had no idea what he was doing or how to properly go down on a woman, he simply let his mouth and tongue go to work and hoped for the best. He must have been doing something right though, because Makima seemed to enjoy his ministrations. He heard her breathing pick up and heard her let out sounds of “Mmm” every so often, which he took as a good sign, and so continued with what he was doing, trying to cover as much of her weeping entrance as he could and insert his tongue as deeply as possible.
Makima kept her hand at the back of his head, massaging his scalp as he all but devoured her. A pleased smile was present on her face as her head rolled around on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed as she faced the ceiling, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her. And after a few minutes of this, she inhaled deeply through her nose and her toes curled as her whole body tensed up, her back arching slightly.
Her mouth suddenly dropped open in a loud exhale, and a rush of her fluids flowed into his mouth. His eyes widened in shock as he realized he had just made Makina cum before he began eagerly lapping up her juices. Makima made a sound of contentment as her orgasm came to an end and she ushered Denji away from her. Then she bent down and kissed him. It took him a few moments before he began responding, at which point she had already taken charge of the kiss, dominating his mouth with her tongue.
Breaking the kiss, she gave him a look he could only define as hungry before she spoke next. “Time to get out of those pants, Denji.”
His eyes widened once more as he realized that this was really happening before he quickly dropped down to lay on his back so he could quickly push his pants down his legs and kick them off. As he did so, Makima slid off the desk and moved to stand over him.
Once Denji succeeded in ridding himself of his pants, he made to sit up and reach for her, but Makima suddenly placed her foot on his chest and pushed him back down, stopping him from getting up. He gave her a questioning look as he laid on his back, and she simply smirked at him.
“Uh-uh, you stay right there,” she told him in a seductive tone.
She began tracing circles around the pull string on his chest with her big toe, then slowly moved it down to his stomach, then to his crotch, right to his protruding cock sticking straight up. Denji groaned as she stroked it with the side of her foot, but then she pushed it down flat and stepped on it. He let out a small grunt as she ground her foot on his cock, not hard enough to hurt, but with just enough pressure to make it mildly uncomfortable, which mixed strangely with the pleasure he was also feeling.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Denji,” she said with a smirk, “I said you can have sex with me, but I’m the one in charge, understand?”
It was hard for him to focus on anything with what she was doing with her foot. “Yeah, sure, whatever you say.”
Her smile widened. “That’s right. Whatever I say.”
She removed her foot from his cock and moved to stand over him before dropping down to straddle him, sitting directly on his cock so it pressed against his abdomen and her wet center. He let out a needy sound that made Makima smile become one of amusement as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
“There are many kinds of ways to make love,” she told him as she next reached up to slide a now loose bra strap down her shoulder. “Fast, slow, a back and forth between the two. Passionate, brutal, intimate, frantic, not to mention a vast number of positions.” She slipped her other strap down, but held a hand to her chest, preventing her bra from falling. “Some like to be in control, others like their partner to be in control. Most like it mutual or to have a change-up of who is in control.” She leaned down and licked a trail from his chin to his ear, where she spoke into it in a low, sultry voice. “As for me, I prefer to be in control.” She licked his ear. “That’s not a problem, is it?”
Right now, Denji would agree to anything if it would allow him to get inside her. The feel of her nether-lips parted over his cock was enough to drive him crazy. “No, not a problem. I’m totally cool with that.”
She let out a light giggle. “Good answer.”
She rose back up and finally peeled off her bra, dropping it beside them. Denji was mesmerized at the sight of her perfect breasts on full display and practically began drooling. She didn’t give him long to get an eye-full though as she suddenly reached between them. Taking hold of his length, she lifted up enough to point his cock upward, and then began to lower herself. Her nether-lips parted as his tip pressed against them, and his head was inserted.
“Shit…” Denji grumbled as he felt her begin to engulf him. Makima chuckled as she rested her hands on his chest before suddenly dropping down, taking him into her completely. “Fuck!”
It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Denji couldn’t believe how good the simple act of sticking a part of himself inside her could feel so amazing. He could feel every ridge of Makima’s inner walls as they milked his length, as if attempting to suck him in even deeper. It was pure ecstasy, and she wasn’t even moving yet.
Makima had let out her own moan when Denji filled her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her smile growing wider as she ran her hands up her body and tangled hem in her hair. She made a pleased sound deep in her throat as she sat astride him, having taken him all the way down to the base.
Denji couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to touch her. He needed her to start moving. And so his hands came up to take hold of her hips to begin urging her to start moving against him. When he did this though, Makima’s eyes snapped open and she looked down at him. She took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands off her, slamming them to the floor beside his head.
“Denji,” she purred with a cheeky smile, “I believe I said that I’m in charge. That means you don’t get to touch me unless I say so. Understand?”
“Miss Makima…” he whined pleadingly.
She raised an eyebrow. “Understand?”
He whimpered pitifully. “I… understand.”
She smirked. “That’s a good doggy. Now, you just lay there and enjoy this, and I’ll tell you when you can touch.” She sat back up, running her hands down his arms as she did so. “Keep your hands right there until I say otherwise.” She cocked her head to the side. “By the way, I know you’re a virgin, so your endurance has yet to be built up, but seeing as you’re no longer entirely human, I still expect your stamina to last a while.” She gave him a playfully expectant look. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Denji’s nails dugs into his palms as he struggled to remain still, and he simply gave her a nod. Makima’s smile widened and she rested her hands on his chest as she finally began moving on him. Denji groaned loudly, his eyes practically rolling up into his head. A light chuckle escaped Makima as she rose and fell on him, the light sound of flesh coming together filling the room as their hips met.
If Denji had thought that simply being inside her had felt good, having her move while he was inside her was incredible. The feel of him sliding against her inner walls, her labia clinging to his length as she rose, her insides sucking him back in as she dropped down. Sex was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be and more.
If only he could touch her though. Makima’s body was so very enticing. Her bouncing breasts, her flexing stomach, her smooth legs, every inch of her beckoned to be caressed and explored, but she had told him that he couldn’t touch her yet, and it was taking all his self-control to hold himself back.
Makima seemed to be enjoying herself too. She continued to steadily rise and fall on him, each of her movements seemingly controlled and deliberate, every action precise. She seemed to be watching him intently, as if waiting to see how long he could hold out for before his control snapped, and she seemed to find it amusing to see him struggle to keep still. Every so often, she would let out a light moan, signifying her pleasure; the sounds were music to Denji’s ears.
At some point, Denji realized that he had begun subconsciously lifting his hips to meet hers every time she dropped down. Makima let out a low “Mmm” sound each time their hips met. This, it seemed, didn’t count as him touching her, and so he consciously began meeting each of her thrusts.
His hands still itched to touch her though, but he refused to do so unless she said he could. He was unable to keep his hands where they were like she ordered, and instead brought them down to his sides, his nails scratching into the floor to reframe from grabbing for her. This she apparently allowed though since he still wasn’t touching her, and she continued to ride him at her leisure.
“So, Denji,” she purred as she moved on top of him, “how does it feel to finally be inside me?”
He groaned loudly. “Miss Makima, it’s incredible. You feel so damn good.”
She giggled. “Well, you feel pretty damn good yourself. So big and deep inside me.”
No more words were spoken as they continued on like that until Makima eventually changed things up. Rather than going up and down, she kept her hips pressed to his and began rocking them back and forth. Denji groaned loudly, making her chuckle, and her hands left his chest to begin caressing her own body.
Denji’s eyes watched her hands as they roamed, touching herself everywhere he longed to. Her hands came up and cupped her own breasts, rolling them around as she rocked against him, almost as if she were taunting him by doing what he desperately wanted to do but was not yet allowed. And when one of her hands left her breasts to go down between her legs to touch herself, he bit the inside of his cheek to restrain himself.
Her hands finally moved up her body and she stretched them over her head, reaching for the ceiling. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she kept her arms raised, as if she were performing some erotic dance, which, in a way, she was. Denji’s own eyes became fixated on her breasts, and he found himself lifting his hands to take hold of them. He stopped just short of grabbing them though, closing his hands into fists and slamming them down on the ground again.
Makima’s eyes opened at the sound of Denji’s hands hitting the floor. She looked down at him with a smile and brought her hands down to interlock her fingers behind her head. This pushed her breasts outward even more, making Denji want to take them in his hands and mouth all the more. Makima just kept watching him in amusement as she continued to thrust against him, her pale skin glistening with perspiration.
“Miss Makima, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
She chuckled. “Am I? And I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “I am, but I… want to…”
Her smile widened. “You want to touch me, don’t you?” Keeping his eyes closed, he nodded desperately. “But you won’t unless I say you can?” He shook his head and she giggled. “Such a good doggy. You deserve a reward. Go ahead, you can touch me now.”
Denji’s eyes snapped open and he pushed himself off the ground, practically launching himself into a sitting position. His arms wrapped around her and he buried his face into her breasts, nuzzling into her bosom. Makima laughed at his eagerness as he immediately latched his mouth onto her nipple and began sucking at it. One of his hands grabbed her other breast, roughly squeezing and rolling it around as his other hand pressed against her back to hold her close.
Makima’s arms went around his neck, hugging his head to her chest and stroking his hair. “That’s a good boy. Enjoy your reward, my Denji.”
Oh, he was enjoying it alright. He sucked at and swirled his tongue around her nipple. He continued to knead the breast in his grasp as he attempted to touch her everywhere with his other hand. Makima let out more sounds of pleasure as she moved in his lap, using her hold on him as leverage to thrust more firmly against him.
Taking a handful of his hair, she urged him to lift his head and captured his lips with her own. Denji’s tongue eagerly tangled with hers as they kissed until she pulled back and moved her head forward to whisper in his ear.
“You’ve shown good self-control, Denji,” she told him seductively, “and you’ve been a good boy to let me be in control. But here’s an interesting thing to consider. Another form of control is to make your partner lose theirs.” She licked him from his cheek to his ear and then whispered into it again. “Do you think I can make you lose control?”
Denji groaned and reached up to take hold of her braid. He tugged down on it, and Makima let out a gasp as her head was yanked back, exposing her neck. Denji immediately attacked it with his mouth, licking and sucking at her creamy skin. Another gasp escaped Makina and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Her arms snaked around him and her nails began scratching into his back, making Denji hiss. He hugged her to him, flattening her breasts against his chest, and moved his hands down to her rear, pushing and pulling her against him in time with her movements.
They continued to rock against each other for the next several minutes before Makima let out a loud gasp. Her back arched as she shoved her hips at him, her arms moving behind her to grasp his knees and shove her hips at him as she began to shiver in his arms. Denji clenched his teeth and groaned as he felt her inner walls convulse around him. The feel of her cumming almost had him joining her, but he somehow managed to hold himself back.
When Makima’s orgasm ended, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Pushing herself upright, she placed her hands on his shoulders and roughly pushed him to lay down once more. Denji looked up at her as she leaned down until her breasts were touching his chest, and she gave him a pleased smile.
“You didn’t cum yet,” she noted. “Good boy. I knew you had inhuman stamina despite being a virgin. Having the Chainsaw Devil as your heart has really done wonders for you, hasn’t it?”
Denji wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that. “Um, thanks, I think.”
She traced her finger over his chest and up to his lips as if to shush him. “So, what do you say I take the role of the man for a bit?”
His brow furrowed in confusion as he spoke against her finger. “Um, what?” He had no idea what she meant by that. She wasn’t planning to peg him, was she? He didn’t know how he felt about that. At the very least, it definitely felt like too much for his first time.
Her smile widened. “Tell me, Denji, have you heard of the Amazon position?”
“The, uh, Amazon?” He thought he might have heard the term before, but he wasn’t sure.
Makima’s smile became amused as she lifted herself off him and then stood up. Denji practically whimpered as he slipped out of her body. His cock stood at full attention, her wetness covering it making it glisten and gleam. Makima took a few steps back until she was standing over his feet, then reached down and grasped his ankles, lifting his legs into the air.
Denji blinked up at her in confusion. “Um, Miss Makima, what are you…?”
She opened his legs, smirking down at him. “I told you, I’m taking the role of the man.”
“Yeah, you said that, but what’s that mean exactly?”
She cocked her head to the side, still smiling. “Like I said, it’s the Amazon position.”
“That… doesn’t really answer my question.”
She chuckled. “Your naivety is cute. Here, let me show you. Hold your legs up for me.”
She spread his legs wide and moved closer, and uncertainly Denji reached up to take hold of his legs. Squatting down somewhat, she reached down and took hold of his cock, bending it upward to point it at her entrance. She inserted him and squatted down further, then took hold of both his ankles, keeping his legs in the air and spread open.
“This is the Amazon position,” she told him.
She then began thrusting at him while remaining in a squatting position. Denji groaned as he suddenly understood what she meant by her taking the role of the “man”. Due to the difference in anatomy, she was undoubtedly in the position meant for the man to thrust into his partner while he was in the position of the women meant to be thrusted into. However, she was somehow making the position work with their roles reversed.
The position was awkward and a little uncomfortable for him, but damn if it didn’t feel good. Makima continued to fuck him, there was simply no other way to phrase what she was doing. It was a more exerting position for her, and she was soon panting heavily and sweating profoundly, but there was a hungry grin on her face, as if she were truly relishing the controlling position and craved more. Her golden eyes bore into his, almost looking inhuman, but it only served to excite him as she thrusted away, and he could only lay there and take it.
“So… how do… you like it… Denji…?” she panted after a time. “Do you… like how I… fuck you… like you’re… my bitch…?”
Denji’s face scrunched up from the enjoyment of it all. “It’s… awesome… I don’t know… how much longer… I can… last…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Is that… so…? Are you… going to… cum for me…?” She shoved his legs closer to his face so she could move over him once more and get down on her knees, practically mounting him as she rode him even harder. “Do it… Let me… feel you…”
Despite her command, Denji still tried to resist, wanting to make this last longer. But as she had pointed out, up until now, he had been a virgin, despite having literal inhuman stamina, and could only hold back for so long. He tried though, sweat dripping down his face from the strain of trying to resist cumming. Her reached his limit though, only lasting a few minutes longer before he let out an almost pained sound and suddenly began erupting inside her.
Makima clearly felt it, as a large grin spread across her face and her head fell back as she let out an “Ahh” sound. Then Denji’s orgasm got even better as he suddenly felt her cumming right along with him, his orgasm triggering her own. She thrusted herself at him one final time and held herself there as they both enjoyed their climaxes.
Denji whimpered pathetically as the last of his seed escaped him, and he went limp, his hands dropping away from where they held his legs. If not for Makima holding onto his ankles and pressing his legs down, he’d by lying flat on the floor. He couldn’t believe how incredible sex had been, and the fact that it had been with her, that he had lost his virginity to her, had made it all the better.
Makima continued to hold his ankles even after their orgasms came to an end. She eventually lifted herself up out of her squatting position, causing his now limp cock to fall out of her. Releasing his ankles, she allowed his legs to simply drop down before she moved to straddle him once more. She was still breathing heavily, sweat trickling down her perfect figure, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Denji cracked his eyes open and looked up at her, unable to believe he had gotten to have sex with such a flawless beauty, and for his first time too. He wanted to pull her down and hold her, but his limbs didn’t seem to want to work right now.
“Not bad for your first time,” she told him as she began tracing circles on his chest. “Even if I did do most of the work. Tell me though, do you have enough in you for another round?”
His cock twitched slightly as it lay spent on his stomach. “I don’t know. I feel completely drained. I’ve never cum that hard before.”
“Hmm,” she muttered thoughtfully as she continued to make circles with her index finger. “Too bad. I was curious to see what you really had in you.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you mean?”
Her smile widened. “I said that I like to be in control, but I wonder…” she leaned forward, getting right into his face as she took hold of the pull string in his chest, “can you take control from me?”
Before he could respond, she suddenly gave his cord a yank. Denji felt himself transform, his motor helmet appearing around his head and a chainsaw blade emerging from between his eyes; he was able to prevent the ones from popping out of his hands. He also, somehow, found himself instantly hard again and renewed of his strength, suddenly ready to go again.
Makima sat up, her eyes blazing, the blade of his chainsaw right next to her head. She didn’t even flinch and simply grinned down at him excitedly, looking very eager to see what he would do. She’d said earlier that she wanted to make him lose control, and she’d succeeded as he felt the last traces of his self-control snap. She’d also said she wanted to see if he could take control away from her. Well, she would see that for herself first hand.
Sitting up, he grabbed hold of her and twisted out from underneath her, forcing her down to her hands and knees and coming around behind her. Makima seemed caught off guard by this, but he didn’t give her time to process what was happening. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her back towards him before grabbing his cock in his hand and lining himself up, and then unceremoniously slamming into her. Makima cried out loudly at his sudden invasion, but he showed no mercy as he seized her braid and yanked on it so hard her pulled her upright so her back was to his chest.
“So, you want to see if I can take control from you?” he aggressively snarled in her ear. “Then I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of!”
He shoved her back down onto her hands and knees. Keeping hold of her braid, he grasped her shoulder with his other hand and began aggressively thrusting into her. Makima let out a loud moan as his hips slammed into hers, and then continued to let out pleasured groans each time he thrusted into her after that.
He showed no mercy, holding nothing back as he savagely pounded her from behind. He pulled on her braid and kept hold of her shoulder, using them for leverage and to pull her back into him as he almost violently thrusted away. She offered no words of complaint though, or perhaps that was simply because she was too busy moaning in time with his thrusts, being much more vocal than she had been before. Either way, she definitely seemed to be enjoying his rough treatment as he did indeed seize all control of their sex from her.
As for Denji, he was snarling and laughing hysterically as he thrusted away. It was a euphoric high akin to when he was overcome with bloodlust in the heat of battle, practically reducing him to little more than a wild animal. He felt like a man possessed, a creature driven by pure instinct and need, claiming what was his in a primitive frenzy.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to need crutches!” he practically shouted as he drove into her with everything he had. “No, screw that, you’re going to need a fucking wheelchair! If I don’t fuck you into a coma first!”
Makima just continued to moan loudly as she pushed back at him, struggling to match his wild pace. There was no real rhythm though, just the wild thrusting of hips, the sound of wet flesh slapping together filling the room. The chainsaw protruding from his face wasn’t active, but as he continued to pound into her, it began to give short buzzes in time with his thrusts.
Denji didn’t know how long he pounded away at Makima, but he began to take notice of when her moans began to steadily grow louder until they became full-on cries every time he slammed into her. And when her orgasm hit, it happened suddenly and violently, her back arching and her head falling back as a continuous cry escaped her.
Denji stopped his thrusting as he felt her experience her climax while enjoying the feel of her inner walls convulsing around his length. “Yeah, that’s the fucking ticket.” He didn’t even give her a moment to recover once her orgasm ended. “I’ll bet you loved that. Now, get up here!”
Pulling out of her, he stood up and yanked her to her feet while she was still recuperating from her climax. He practically man-handled her as he pushed her up against her desk. His hand shot out, grasping her neck as he forced her to lay back on her desk. Keeping hold of her neck, he moved between her legs, hooking one up around his waist. Then he dove right in, slamming his hips against hers, and began pounding into her.
He continued gripping her neck, using his hold on it and her leg to move her as he thrusted away. He laughed like a maniac all the while; the moans he was tearing from her were music to his ears. His gaze went down to her jiggling breasts as they swayed in time with his rapid thrusting, Unable to resist, he leaned down, wary of his chainsaw so as not to cut her. His tongue snaked out and he licked around her breast before dragging it up between her cleavage, over her neck and cheek, and up to her hairline, tasting the saltiness of her sweaty skin.
“Yeah, how do you like that!?” he demanded ecstatically. “Is this what you wanted!? Yeah, this is what you wanted alright! Always fucking teasing me! Now you’re getting it!”
Makima just continued to grunt and moan with each impact of his hips. Despite his savage treatment of her body, she showed no signs of displeasure or distress. And after a short while, she crossed her legs around his waist, drawing him in even closer as she thrusted back at him while driving her heels into his backside each time he slammed into her.
With her legs locked around his waist, he released her legs as well as her neck. Instead, he took hold of her hips for leverage, her fingers digging in with near-bruising force, and grabbed a handful of her hair, lifting her head to force her to watch where they were connected. “Watch it! Watch me fuck you! Watch as I claim you! Watch as I make you mine!”
She watched, her eyes remaining fixated on their nether regions as he pounded into her. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk to help her thrust back at him. More moans and gasps escaped her as Denji let out his own much louder series of grunts and groans.
They continued aggressively fucking like animals, the scent of their sex growing stronger in the enclosed room as the heat from their bodies caused the temperature to rise in the confined space. But as they went at it, even in his frenzied state, Denji took notice of the way Makima’s lips were curving up at the sides. Every thrust he gave forced a moan out of her, and each moan was accompanied by a brief smile that crossed her face.
That’s when he realized it. She was still in control. Even though he had clearly taken the dominate role in their sex, she was still the one who actually had control. She had been the one to drive him to this state. She had made him lose control. She had made him become this lust-fueled, wild beast. It had been by her design, all of it her intention. She’d said she wanted him to lose control, that she wanted to see if he could wrestle control from her. And he had, but only physically. This was still all her doing though, it was still her who was the one who was really in control of what was happening, intentionally driving him to this behavior. She’d said that a form of control was making your partner lose theirs. She’d told him to give her control, and he had, but then she had made him lose his control of granting it to her.
For some reason, that both aroused Denji more and drove him even more wild. With a snarl, he released her and pried her legs off from around his waist. Taking hold of her, he pulled her upright and turned her around. Makima gasped as he aggressively bent her over her desk. Then he slammed back into her from behind and resumed thrusting into her. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, mashing her face into the desk, and took hold of her hip, pounding hard and deep.
“Yeah, take it!” he practically shouted. “Take this dick! You wanted it, now have it!”
He was pounding into her with such force that the desk screaked as it shifted across the floor, knocking over the chair on the other side and continued sliding until it eventually hit the wall, where it proceeded to thump against it with each of his thrusts. He could no longer see her face with the way he was pressing it into the desk, but he could still hear the pleasured sounds he forced out of her as he thrusted into her, making her claw at the surface of the desk.
He was getting close, he could feel it, but he was too far gone, too out of control to hold himself back. He wanted to feel her come undone around him one more time though, and so he pounded into her even harder, giving her everything he had to get her there before him. And when he heard her moans become cries and listened to them steadily grow louder, he recognized it as a sign that she was getting close as well.
He loomed over her, slamming his now buzzing chainsaw into the desk beside her head right in front of her face, sending wood chips and sawdust flying everywhere as his blade cut into the desk’s surface.
“That’s right, cum for me!” he demanded. “Cum on my cock! This time you’re the one who’s going to let me feel! Now, cum!”
“Denji…” she moaned. “Pochita… Ah!”
He felt it as her orgasm hit, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. A sound of victorious laughter escaped him as he let himself go and exploded inside her in the most powerful orgasm of his life. His chainsaw was ripped free of the desk as he threw his head back and all but roared out his pleasure while pressing Makima’s face into the desk.
Denji didn’t let up until he was certain she had taken every last drop he had. And when the last traces of his orgasm subsided, he stumbled back away from her and collapsed into the chair he had initially been sitting in. His transformation regressed, and he reverted back to his human form, feeling completely and utterly spent.
As he sat there slouched in the chair with his head hanging back over the top, Makima continued to lay bent over the desk. Eventually though she began to stir and pushed herself up. She swiped the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead and then brushed her palm over her face, clearing it of the sawdust sticking to it. Then, as if she hadn’t just gotten her brains fucked out, she began calmly gathering up her clothes and started getting dressed.
Feeling exhausted, Denji cracked his eyes open and lifted his head slightly to watch her. Without a word, she casually got dressed, struggling a bit to get her clothes on as the material stuck to her sweaty skin, but eventually managing to put her clothes back on. Denji, on the other hand, didn’t have the energy to so much as sit up on his own, let alone get dressed, and so let his head drop back again to hang over the back of the chair.
As Makima finished getting dressed, she adjusted her tie, and then went about fixing her hair, brushing some stray wood chips out of it and making herself look as presentable as possible after what they had just done together.
“Congratulations, Denji,” she nonchalantly said with a smile as she rested her foot on the desk to tie her shoe, “you just gave me the biggest orgasm of my life. Well done.”
She didn’t so much as look at him as she gave him the compliment. Then she turned her attention to her desk, observing all the cuts and carvings Denji’s chainsaw had made in it. Reaching out, she ran a finger over the jagged streaks on her desk, somehow managing to not get a splinter, then let out a small sigh.
“It looks like I now need a new desk,” she stated plainly. She glanced at him with a cool smile. “Denji, do me a favor. From now on, try not to needlessly damage anymore of the organization’s property. It’s a bit inconvenient having to unnecessarily replace things.”
Somehow, he managed to find enough strength to lift his head again. “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”
“Good boy. Now then, it seems I’m in a bit of a need of a shower, and I think you are too. So let’s bring this meeting to a close.”
Denji blinked. Was… that it? They screwed and now they were just going to go about with their day as if nothing happened? That was… well, he didn’t know, but was that normal? Being a virgin before now, he didn’t really know how people were supposed to act after sex, but did they really just go about things like usual afterwards?
Well, at least it seemed that that’s what Makia did as she casually strolled over as if to walk past him. However, she paused right next to him and bent down to whisper in his ear. “So, was it everything you dreamed of?”
Denji felt as if his heart had jumped in his chest. The answer, yes, absolutely. It was everything he’d ever imagined and more. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how he had survived without sex until now. And now that he knew what it was like, he wanted it even more, despite having just had it, twice, a few minutes ago.
“Yes… it was…” he found himself replying, as if on autopilot.
She chuckled. “I’m glad. Now you know what to look forward to for when you defeat the Gun Devil.”
Lifting her hand, she revealed the panties he had ripped off her, gangling them in front of him. Denji stared at them for a few moments before it suddenly registered to him that if she was holding them in her hand like that that it meant that she wasn’t wearing any now. Meaning she was going commando!
Makima smiled as she saw him come to this realization, as if she had been waiting for it. Then she bunched up her panties in her hand and pressed them against his mouth. She pushed against them with her index finger, and Denji reflexively opened his mouth, allowing her to push them inside. She then moved her finger to the bottom of his chin and pushed it up, making him close his mouth, his cheeks bloating somewhat from her panties.
“You can keep those as a souvenir,” she told him with a smirk. “Consider them a reminder as to what’s waiting for you when you defeat the Gun Devil.”
Denji made a mumbling sound. Makima just chuckled at his response and stood up, then casually walked past him and over to the door. She unlocked and opened it just enough to slip through, then glanced back at him.
“By the way, Denji,” she said with an amused smile, “if you’re going to hang out in my office for a bit, I would suggest at least putting some of your clothes back on, just in case anyone else decides to stop by. You wouldn’t want to be caught in your birthday suit and thought of as a pervert, would you?”
Denji just blinked as it registered to him that he was still naked. “Oh, um, right. Thanks,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
She nodded. “Also, be a dear and clean up that mess of wood chips you made.”
He glanced at her ruined desk, seeing all the wood chips and sawdust everywhere. He really had done a number on it. Truthfully, he was surprised the desk was even still standing.
“Sure,” he replied, removing her panties from his mouth and looking back at her, “I’ll get right on that.”
“Good boy,” she said with a wink, then stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Denji just stared at the closed door, his head still hanging over the back of the chair. It was causing a strain in his neck, but he was still basking in the post-coitus afterglow and feeling too sluggish to care.
“Wow…” he muttered in awe. “I just got screwed. Literally.” A large grin spread across his face. “Awesome!”
Denji was one happy boy.
THE END

(A/N: Sheesh, that was long. If you're still here after all that, I hope you enjoyed it. I guess you can see now why I gave that warning at the beginning. Kosame's seduction may have made things come across as dubious, but it was really hesitant consent on Kirie's part. But that's also probably why this story ended up being as long as it did, because I had to have Kirie slowly give into Kosame's seduction and become more comfortable with it instead of just diving straight into it. I really do like to think that Kirie eventually gave Kosame a chance with how persistent she was and that she was able to win her over. And to be perfectly clear in case it wasn't, this wasn't meant to be a "conversion" story, it was meant to be a "if it's you, it's ok" story, Kirie just needed to get there, and the deal that she made with Kosame enabled that to happen. Also, just to make things clear, the whole Kirie being revealed to be Kosame's soulmate wasn't meant to say that she had no choice, it was just meant to let you know that everything is going to work out between them. I hope that clears all that up. So then, let me know what you think and I'll see you next time.)
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