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Pine trees, tall and fragrant, surround her, their green needles sharp against the white vastness of the winter forest. Yuji looks down at the path she took, now covered by a light layer of fresh snow. Fear coils her heart, as she comes to terms with the unforeseen circumstances -the sudden change of weather, as simple as it sounds, makes things a thousand times harder.

Her parents trusted her to find the way to Wasuke's cottage before sunset, spend the night there and get back home safely. Naturally, she took it upon herself and promised them just that. It was meant to be a day as clear and peaceful as any other, why then is the layer of snow getting thicker by the minute? The snowflakes swirl like tiny ballerinas, moving idly slow, as if they have all the time in the world. Yuji can't say the same about herself.

It won't be long till the snow covers the entire path, and although it's not her first nor last time taking this route, she can't remember the directions by heart. It's not possible to learn. All the trees look the same, leaving the trail as her only clue as to where to direct her steps. This is precisely why she doesn't usually visit her grandpa in winter. It's too dangerous.

Wasuke lives in the middle of the forest. That on its own is an unconventional choice, but he, unlike other elderly people, doesn't expect or request his family to take care of him. He's doing just fine on his own -visits the village once a few months to gather food, cooks, chops wood and uses it in the fireplace to keep his cottage warm. He's a real sturdy man, that much more surprised they were when they found out that he fell ill.

Yuji tightens her hold on the basket's handle. There, under a few layers of cloth, is a meal previously prepared by Kaori. It's lukewarm now, but she'll heat it up when she arrives. If she arrives.

Her poor grandpa can't even get up on his own anymore. He'll get back to health soon, she's sure of it, but he's so weak now. Wasuke should be eating hearty meals and resting lots if he wants to win against this illness. Knowing him, he's beating himself up for worrying his family and having his daughter-in-law send Yuji to him, despite the unfavorable season.

She considers going back to the village and trying again once the weather stabilizes, but even that isn't promised, considering how far she's come. Maybe she could find her way back by following her own footprints. They can't be hidden by snow just yet. Grandpa needs her, but she won't be of use if she lets herself get stuck here.

Yuji walks slowly, refusing to waste time on useless thoughts, though she's still conflicted between going back and giving in to her stubbornness. She's all too aware of how her crimson cloak stands out against the bright, white background. She'd have no change if she were to attempt camouflage and there are many reasons she might need to hide. Wild animals are the least of her worries.

Her boots sink into the snow with a satisfying crunch. The cloak is made from a warm material that will last for years. Kaori had it custom-made for her instead of buying one of the ones they sell in the village. It has a hood and golden buttons. The dress she's wearing underneath is one of her older ones -as simple and uninteresting as it gets, but it serves its purpose. She takes care of her belongings. The dress barely lost its colors after all those years.

Kaori and Jin had to be very frugal for the past few months, in order to buy this material. Yuji sniffs the sleeve of the cloak just to uplift herself with the scent of her parents. Her family loves her so much and sacrifices their own comfort for her sake. She should give something back.

So she keeps going. She recognizes some parts of this path and she's nearly certain she's going in the right direction. There comes a time in her journey when she starts to feel watched, as if the trees had grown eyes. It's normal to feel this way. Miles after miles of listening to nothing but her own footsteps and the rustle of her cloak sharpens her senses and makes her somewhat more wary of her surroundings. Her instincts tell her that there's something wrong with this peace and quiet.

How come she'd gotten this far without meeting anyone or seeing a single, wild animal? Her parents would be happy to know that, but it's going a bit too well. It wouldn't be a surprise in spring, summer or autumn, but now? Winter is a dreaded season for a multitude of reasons.

Her hood limits her vision. She keeps turning her head and looking around, just to make sure she's alone. One of those times, she looks back and sets her eyes on a dark-green figure. This person is wearing a hood too, but she can tell it's a man.

Her heart jumps to her throat, but she tells herself -repeats it in her mind over and over again- not to let it show. She's scared. Of course she is. He'll use it against her if he finds out. She's hoping it's Kusakabe -the hunter, but that's extremely unlikely. He's shorter and bulkier.

The man catches up to her eventually. A smooth voice reaches her ears.

"Good evening. Would you mind if I tagged along?"

Her first concern was that he'd try to steal the food. It seems unreasonable now. His voice tells her that he's young and his tone speaks about his manners. Regardless of his intentions, she has to deny his offer.

Yuji looks up, slowly and carefully. Her amber eyes meet the man's blue ones. There's this docile look in them. "I shouldn't be talking to strangers."

"I understand. You're brave for entering the forest all alone."

Itadori furrows her brows, then her expression smooths out. She has no idea what to think. His appearance and voice make a good impression. Then again, his choice of words is a little strange.

Or maybe it's not? Is it just her distrust? Something about the way he said 'brave' made it sound like he respects her confidence, but doubts whether or not the decision was wise.

"My grandpa lives nearby. I'm not alone."

They're walking side-by-side, the silence prolongs and Yuji feels like adding something to her statement, but the man responds finally:

"I see. It sounds like you feel safe with him."

"Yes, now, I'm in a rush, so if you don't mind.."

"Are you convinced that you know where you're going?"

Yuji stops in her tracks. Why would he ask that?

She faces him, her expression as still and neutral as it can be. "Do you think I might've chosen the wrong direction?"

"I'm not assuming. I know that."

"Why should I believe you?"

"I live here too. I know the woods like the back of my hand."

He had to be watching her, but where was he all this time that she couldn't see him? How did he manage to hide? Was he trying to? And if so, why?

"You know where he lives?"

"I do."

That's both a relief and a concern at once. It's uncomfortable for her to know that she was being observed, but maybe he could help?

Yuji takes a quick look at him, from the corner of her eye, and catches a glimpse of his smile.

"He's a grumpy person, am I correct? That constant frown is quite hilarious. I've seen him once or twice. He was picking berries, if I recall."

She doesn't need anything else to know that he's telling the truth. There's no other elderly man living in those woods and there are indeed bushes of berries around his cottage. The only other person he might've mistaken him with would be Kusakabe, but he's far too young to be anyone's grandpa.

"Does he know you? Would he recognize you if he saw you?"

"Definitely."

He proved that he knows him and knows where he lives. What would be more of a risk -going deeper and deeper into the forest, practically blindly, or following this man with the naive belief that he's altruistic?

"I can stop you if you wish to continue."

"I was sure it was the way.."

"Well, it's not, so should we turn around now?" he asks with amusement that's not cruel nor indulgent.

"Would you take me there?"

"I was about to suggest that. I couldn't possibly leave you in trouble."

"But how do you know where to go?" she asks, hit by another wave of doubt and distrust. "The snow had covered the path. What guides you instead?"

"I was born here. I couldn't use one method all year round. Have you heard about celestial navigation? Look up at the sky and check the position of the sun or stars. It'll tell you everything you need to know."

His responses are flawless. She expected him to try to avoid a proper explanation. Suddenly, her mother's words change from 'Don't talk to anyone' to 'Don't talk to suspicious people.' Making exceptions is required in tough times.

"Okay. I'll go with you."

"I'm Satoru."

"Yuji," she says.

They proceed with their journey. It's a shame that Wasuke never mentioned him before. He's a pretty private person. It may be because they aren't that close. Do they view each other as neighbors? Wasuke likes to tell her that she's too unassuming. How is he going to react when he sees who brought her to him?

She goes through their conversation again, analyzing it in her mind. Everything's correct, no matter how he looks at it. Satoru isn't the most approachable, trustworthy person, but he's safe enough.

Yuji sniffles. Her nose and cheeks are as red as her cloak. They're walking way too slowly too. Can't they pick up the pace, if he's so confident about the directions?

"As I said, I'm in a bit of a rush," she reminds him.

"I'm sorry. My leg hurts, so I can't walk too fast."

"Ah," Yuji lowers her gaze. If her cheeks weren't red already, they would've turned that color now. "I didn't know."

"I would've saved you some time and given you verbal directions, but there are no distinctive details I could mention."

"It's fine. I'm grateful for your help."

The soles of her feet hurt like hell. How could she miss the right path so badly? She went the opposite way, so all this extra work is her fault.

"What happened to your grandpa? I haven't been seeing him."

"He's sick," Yuji says, lost in thought.

"Mm.. It's easy to get sick in this weather. He's lucky to have you."

Satoru smells like leather and pine trees. The smell of the forest has sunk deep into his skin. He's an interesting person.

"I thought only gramps liked living in secluded places. Wouldn't you rather move to the village?"

"This is where I'm meant to be."

"Do you have any family?"

His voice has a sad tint to it. "No, but I wish to create one."

She can't help but feel sorry for him. She has so many amazing people around her and wishes she could share them with him.

"Maybe you could come for dinner one day? My parents would be happy to have you as their guest. Or grandpa. He comes off as unfriendly, but that's just an act. He wouldn't let you leave his cottage with an empty stomach."

Satoru smiles. "You think so?"

Hours of light conversations later, Yuji is exhausted. Still, there's no cottage in sight. She feels as if the cold air has reached her bones and frozen them. There's nothing more that she wants but to see the warm light in the windows of Wasuke's house. The sun has set some time ago and the woods are getting increasingly darker.

The wind is blowing, the owls are letting their presence be known. How long can they keep going like this? They're going to get frostbite if they can't warm up soon. The temperature reaches a dangerous low at night.

"I was hoping I could bring you there before nightfall. You're shaking," he remarks, worried. "Should I lend you my cloak? It's bigger and warmer than yours."

"I can't accept it."

"Don't make me insist."

Yuji shakes her head, set on refusal. "We need to find Kusakabe's hut. The huntsman will let us stay with him."

"It's far away."

The girl lets out a frustrated sigh. She's close to sobbing. Satoru places a reassuring hand on her back.

"We can stay at my cabin. It's only ten minutes away."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't dare to suggest that in any other situation, but you're freezing. I'm tired too. Let's sleep there and resume tomorrow, yeah?"

She agrees without thinking.

Satoru wasn't lying. At last, after hours of walking without a single break, they reach their first, little refuge. Her face is stinging at the result of the relentless wind and the food she's carrying must've turned solid at this point.

He opens the door with a creak and lights a few candles. Right after that, he locks them both inside.

"It's dangerous outside. We wouldn't want someone to visit us suddenly, right?"

Yuji takes a seat. Her limbs are so stiff, she can barely move. "Thank you for letting me stay here. Why do you help me so much?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

She reflects on herself and gives up all the intrusive topics. "Your cabin is so cozy."

"It's too small for both of us. I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

He moves to the corner of the room. It's too dark for her to see what he's doing, but he comes back with a thick blanket that he then wraps around her. Neither of them had taken their cloaks off yet. Yuji grows curious about his appearance.

Satoru gives her some hot water. She watches him while he prepares it and she can't seem to notice any limping. He might be holding back.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Her stomach is tied into a tight knot, but the nausea hasn't come yet. "If that's okay."

"I caught a few hares yesterday. The soup lacks meat, but it's better than nothing."

He's restless. Or so it looks like. She can't blame him, after the physical effort they went through. She too, would like to eat and go to sleep as soon as she can.

"I'll heat it up for you."

"You don't have to. Let's eat quickly and rest," Yuji says.

"I like my food warm, but I'd also eat anything right now."

He looks at her with hunger in his eyes. Not the kind of hunger she sees in the village men when she shows too much skin. He's hunched, his face is tense and he moves weirdly. It's like he can hear her heartbeat. Every little thump.

Yuji tells herself that she's paranoid. He wouldn't be making this amount of effort if he were planning to hurt her. Her eyes flicker to the door while she's waiting for him to finish heating up the soup. The warmer she is, the less desperate she gets. It slowly dawns on her just how big of a mistake she'd made.

They eat together and it might be the stress, but she's getting hot. She takes the blanket off and he encourages her to go further.

"You'll sweat if you keep the cloak on."

This is the time to say 'Thank you for everything, but it's time for me to leave.' Yuji can't bring herself to announce that.

Satoru is sitting in the chair facing the bed. He gulps the broth down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tilts his head back. He doesn't look one bit satisfied, however. The man wipes his face and sets the bowl aside. She does the same.

He notices how uncomfortable he makes her by staring at her body. He's fascinated by something and it can't be the boring dress she's wearing. She'd taken the cloak off, as requested. She's barefoot too, but she's ready to risk it and storm out of there the first chance she gets.

Satoru raises and peeks out the window.

"It's still snowing heavily."

Yuji is soundless as she gets on her feet. She moves towards the exit, one, tiny step at a time. Her shadow betrays her, but Satoru doesn't react immediately.

"It's the perfect night for a feast, don't you think?"

She's almost there, her fingertips grazing the wooden door.

"I guess not, since you're on the menu tonight."

Her blood runs cold. She catches the sight of Satoru pulling his cloak off, revealing a pair of white ears and a tail. The very next second, her back hits the ground so hard that she loses her breath.

The weight keeping her down doesn't belong to a human. Long claws scratch her skin, blue eyes meet hers. Satoru's teeth are as white and shiny as before, but they've turned as sharp as knives. He bares his fangs at her, his nose scrunching up as he growls.

She can't feel her fingers. No.. her whole forearms. Her feet had grown numb too. She has no control over her shallow breath.

"W-wait, no.."

The sound coming out of the wolf's throat doesn't sound friendly. She's going to be torn into pieces and the thought feels so unreal that she has barely any response to it. She's frozen in shock.

Yuji revises everything she knows about wolves. Winter is the worst season to come across one of them. They become extremely territorial and aggressive. How could someone this docile turn into a beast within seconds? She trusted him. He knew she was vulnerable and chose to take advantage of it.

Her eyes well up with tears. She has no chance against him. Even if she offers the food in her basket, it won't be enough for his enormous appetite.

She cries out when he tears her dress apart. Her thoughts are racing again, after a brief moment of despair. She remembers everything they talked about and it reminds her that winter is also the mating season for wolves. If his wish about creating a family had any truth behind it, she could use it. She'd rather be his mate than his food.

"I want to make pups with you," she says in a single breath. "I'll carry your pups, okay? You won't be alone ever again."

He's drooling all over her. His long tongue hangs low, almost touching her skin. He's not listening, but sniffing her. Hoping for pheromones? She has none to convince him that she's fertile.

"I'm not food! I'm a woman. I c-could..-" she stutters. "I could get pregnant with you. You want that, right?"

He licks her skin and she shivers. The salt her sweat created must be delicious. Her whole body is covered in goosebumps.

"Please.."

Suddenly, his eyes shoot up to her. Her whining piques his interest. Is it similar to a sound a wolf would make? It gives her hope.

She lifts her shaky hands and pets his fluffy cheeks. Satoru closes his eyes for a second, but stays wary. His bloodlust lessens slightly.

"It must've been so hard for you, having to spend the winter without a mate. I imagined you've been so lonely," she says in a soft voice, her breath hitching wherever she notices him forcing himself out of this submissive state. He loves the scratching, but his instincts are telling him to rip her to shreds.

His drool drops down her skin. It's terrifying and disgusting at once, but she focuses on calming him down.

"It's okay now. I'm here. We could make a family together."

His ears press down as he listens to her. He's like an overgrown puppy.

His hunger subsides. It takes a backseat, while the stronger urge makes itself known. She does her best to sympathize with him and reach his human side. Yuji watches his body morph back into normal. His ears and tail stay, but he's not threatening her with his fangs anymore. He's naked, just like her.

"It wouldn't work out," he mutters, face pressed to her chest.

"It would," she rushes to say. "I'll give you as many pups as you want. We'll have a big family."

"You aren't in heat. You're just.. a human. I need someone like me."

"I don't need to be in heat. I'm still fertile."

The information comforts Satoru, yet he argues: "You're saying that just so that I wouldn't eat you."

"I reached puberty three years ago. I got my period. I can have babies, trust me, please. I'd be a waste if I ended up as your meal. I could stay with you forever."

The words just pour out of her. She quietens down when Satoru leans in, his nose rubbing against the side of her neck. She tilts her head away, eyes shut. The man sniffs her short, pink hair, right behind her ear.

"You smell sweet enough."

Yuji releases the breath she was holding in. It shocks her how fast he goes from wanting to devour her to licking her nipple. He sucks on it hard, rolls his tongue around it while cupping the other breast.

She goes red. The wooden floor hurts her back, but she doesn't complain. Puffs of air escape her mouth, while Satoru plays with her breasts. It feels good. Why does it feel so good? She was scared, just now. She has to forget the promise of purity she made to her parents. If she wants to ever marry anyone, first, she needs to survive. Maybe once he's done with her, she can escape.

His tongue slides into the dent of her ribcage -the straight line going down her torso that leads to her navel and finally the sensitive place between her legs. His hands grip her waist, but soon move to her hips. She has the urge to close her legs, the second she sees his tongue darting out to meet her folds.

Yuji tells herself to stay determined. She's meant to seduce him, not discourage him from doing this. She folds her legs to her knees, bare and open for him. She's ready for anything he feels like doing to her, having no other choice.

"Do you like what you're seeing?"

He pauses, surprised. "Yes." He tilts his head, eyes wide and curious. He's excited. "It's pretty."

Saliva drops from his tongue, right onto her clit. The amount is enough to wet her folds and pool on the ground. His breath fans over the slick skin.

He begins to lap at her pussy, his tongue flicks the hard bud peeking out between her folds. It's round and shiny like a candy.

His strength scares her. He's gripping her too hard, panting loudly while licking her folds and kissing her skin. Her body takes all the love it's given without a problem, but her mind is a mess. It's so wet, sloppy, dirty, wrong. How can she allow this? She ensured not to let a man get this close to her ever before. It was all for nothing.

His lips close around her clit. He sucks on it gently, happy to feel her throbbing in response. His ears straighten when she begins to moan. He needs to hear her better.

"You're getting wet. It tastes good."

The pleasure doesn't fit this situation whatsoever. She's in disbelief of her body's natural response, but even more so the speed at which she'd forgotten to fear for her life. She doesn't feel in danger anymore, but is it a rightful conclusion?

Exchanging her virginity for her life is dreadful, but it's better to have this kind of choice rather than none.

His tongue is digging deep inside her. Looks like this is all it took for him to view her as a woman. Just a few minutes ago, when he saw her body, he noticed soft flesh that would so deliciously fall apart between his jaws. Now, he's buried in the wetness of her throbbing pussy, the scent of her slick making him dizzy with arousal.

Yuji braces herself for the pain that's about to come. Losing her virginity to a beast isn't only letting him lap at the outer part of her body. To become truly his, she needs to let their bodies melt together. He needs to split her open with his whole length and pour his seed inside of her. She can't be sure if it's possible for her to get pregnant with a hybrid, but the sole thought terrifies her.

He'd barricaded the door, the wind whistles behind the windows and she's helpless. Where is the huntsman when she needs him? Who's going to break through the door and save her from what's about to happen?

Satoru lifts his head, his mouth and chin wet with her juices. Yuji wipes it off when she notices, but he doesn't give her much time to do so. He goes right back to sucking her tits and pinching her nipples untill they become puffy. Her body demands something more than his tongue. He's as hard as a rock, but something distracts him from his reproductive needs.

Hunger strikes again -unexpectedly and much to Yuji's anxiety.

Satoru kisses her thighs, sucks on her skin and then bites it. Too hard for it to be an intimate thing. Yuji cries out, louder than necessary. It catches her off guard and renews her fear of getting eaten.

He whines and gives her an apologetic lick. Her thighs are too appetizing not to bite them at least lightly, so he tests his limits and nibbles her. Yuji allows that. Her skin is covered by hickeys, bite marks and saliva.

"I'll carry your babies. You have to treat me right."

"I couldn't help myself," Satoru says, nuzzling against her. "You smell so sweet, even without pheromones. I want to eat you, but also curl up around you to protect you. I don't know. Tell me what to do."

"You don't want to hurt me, right? Maybe we could stop here?" Yuji jumps into the opportunity to bargain.

"I'm not sure if I can," Satoru whispers.

His cock is pulsating against her while she's laying there in his arms. He's trying to be kind to her, she can see that, but years of pent-up tension won't disappear on their own. He needs the release more than anything. A proper release in her tight heat. In her loving body.

Yuji can't move, her eyes on the flickering light of the candle. Satoru covers it with his back by getting on top of her.

"Are you ready? It's my first rut with a woman. I don't know much about female needs."

"How did you manage to deal with it on your own?"

"You can curb one hunger by satisfying another. Many villagers used to wander around those woods. Their flesh was almost as delicious as your slick."

Yuji swallows hard. Murder is the last thing she wants to hear about at the moment.

If it were up to her, she'd run away without thinking twice. She lifts her legs, however, and waits for him to get comfortable there, hugged by her soft, thick thighs. He's looking at her so intently, moving his cute, white ears subconsciously. His pupils dilate when she smiles.

"Do it slowly."

The preparation isn't the issue. It's his size. The tip gets in smoothly, but the girth causes her to bleed. Satoru stops himself from any impulsive decisions, lowering his hips at a controlled speed. His cock opens her up, breaks through her hymen and moves on to explore the tightness of the deepest part of her body. His thumbs press against her lips and spread them apart to help the last, few inches in. His tip nudges at the cervix.

"Hm? What's that?" He prods at it, as if to check if it'd open, and frankly, it might if he puts enough force into it.

"No..-" Yuji breathes out. "Don't do that!"

"My length fits perfectly as it is. You're wetter than before."

He swipes his fingers against the thin string of liquid dripping out of her. His expression freezes when he lifts it to his face and feels the scent of blood.

His pupils shrink the the size of dots. He licks the blood off his fingers with a quiet hum.

"Prey."

Yuji's survival instincts do the thing they do best and throw her another idea on how to survive this murderous maniac. She cups his face with both her hands and clashes their lips together. He can't bother wondering whether or not this kiss is romantic, seductive or even good. It's just something that's supposed to take Gojo's mind off of killing her.

It works. The danger passes, but she doesn't stop. He's still drooling, filling her mouth with his saliva. Satoru moves his hips and reciprocates the kiss.

Yuji doesn't say a word about the pain. She barely notices it with everything else going on. If it wasn't for her quick thinking, she'd be in his stomach right now, instead of him being inside her. His cock hits the bouncy surface of the cervix's opening and he seems to like this feeling. Now that she can focus on the sensations of the intercourse, she finds her body oddly sensitive. Her walls are as wet and tender as the inside of her cheek.

Satoru interwines their fingers. "You're mine."

"Mhm.."

Is he.. wagging his tail?

Satoru lifts her legs and places them on his shoulders. He holds her waist, fucking into her without any restraint.

"T-to hard.. hgn," Yuji utters a few words that go unnoticed in Satoru's arousal-driven haze.

He's unstoppable. His erection slides in and out of her faster than she can catch her breath. His urge to breed her overtakes his body and he can't think of anything but their DNA mixing to make a perfect, little pup. His hips are ideal for a mother.

His palms cup her ass, his eyes lower to watch the tip of his cock rub against her lower tummy and his balls clench as he imagines that flat stomach rounding up with his baby. Yuji isn't as excited. She's holding her breasts to keep them from moving while he pounds into her. The bite marks on her thighs remind her to keep her act.

He revels in her moans. She's making his woman feel so good that she can't control her voice. She's whimpering and mewling, while he rubs her oversensitive clit.

She clenches up around him, as if it's not tight enough already. He moves just fine, but that's only because of the pure arousal coursing through his veins. It gives him enough force to slide into the far too small for him hole. He doesn't let her pussy close up for even for a split second, stretching her further with every thrust. She twitches around him and he takes it as a plea. Her womb is begging to be filled to its very limit, as many times as it takes for his mate to get knocked up.

He's buzzing with testosterone. Yuji got what she wanted and induced a rut, but it doesn't make her happy. He's riled up -rushing to cum and claim her as his, just to do it again and again and again. Her body is not built to endure the mating season. Any of this, really.

But a part of her is happy to cure his loneliness. Something healed in him when their bodies became one, like some heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. His stomach is still empty, but his heart is full. He's looking at her with love and lust in equal amounts.

Satoru concentrates, his blue eyes fixated on her tummy. He can't take his eyes off of it, but makes the effort to soften his thrusts as his knot grows in size. The base of his cock swells up. Yuji feels faint, imagining that thing fitting inside her.

It's like losing her virginity for the second time. Satoru grunts, so close to his orgasm. The knot teases her entrance by pressing against it, sliding in and slipping out right after. Yuji wipes her tears, also nearing her climax. There's nothing she'd be able to do if he impregnates her. Not only is the knot going to keep the sperm inside, but the position he holds her in ensures that his seed with reach her womb the fastest it possibly can.

Satoru jerks his hips with a deep frown. The sounds coming out of his mouth accompany Yuji's desperate moans. He rubs her clit to make her impregnation a good experience. Then, once he feels her adjusting to the brutal stretch of the knot, he begins moving faster. His length drags against her virgin-like walls. He expected them to turn pliant faster, the way it'd happen with a female in heat.

The heat of his abdomen pools down to his sack. It slaps against Yuji's skin, too full and heavy. Itadori touches her tummy in worry. It shouldn't be bulging out like this. She can feel Satoru there, every time he slams it in.

Yuji tilts his head back when she comes, so suddenly and intensely that her vision goes white. Satoru gropes her butt and forces the knot in as he packs her with his cum. It spurts out of him with barely any effort, one portion after another. It'd be fulfilling to any cum-hungry slut, but he goes on, jerking his hips with loud, possessive grunts.

When he's done, her womb hurts from the overflow of his seed. Yuji caresses her stomach with a wince.

"Pull it out," she groans.

"I can't. We have to wait."

"Just take it out. It hurts.."

He lets her legs down delicately and positions himself behind her. He's so happy, he could dance. "Is this comfortable?"

"No," Yuji sobs. "You came too much. Let it flow out."

"I can't fight against my biology. The knot has to go away on its own, when it completes its purpose."

He's hugging her from behind, so sweet and affectionate, despite everything he put her body through. She was hoping she could sneak out once his orgasm wipes him out.

Going out during a snowstorm is a bad idea anyway. Satoru pets the bulge of her stomach to lessen her pain and plays with her breasts, yet the pleasure does little to taks her attention off the fact that she's so full of cum, it hurts.

Her basket is waiting for her by the door. Her parents will be worried if she doesn't come back tomorrow, not to mention when Wasuke hears that she was meant to visit him.

The knot gives away after what feels like an hour. She's tired, but motivated to sneak out while she still can. His breath sounds calm and rhythmic, so it's safe to assume that he's asleep.

Yuji hisses as his cock slides out of her. She moves her sore body with a quiet groan and goes on all fours, her legs too weak just yet. Her eyes rise to the door that will definitely be hard to open without making much noise. She's dirty with cum and sweat, but she reaches out to grab something to put on.

"Ready for round two?" Satoru asks, his hands on her hips. She was wrong. He wasn't asleep.

The man ignores the sperm that's pouring out of her and puts it back inside. The wetness welcomes him like a warm hug, putting an end to Yuji's brief moment of rest. Additionally, she notices him leaning down while bearing his sharp teeth. She panics.

"N-no, I wasn't trying to run away. I wasn-..!"

He bites her neck. It doesn't seem like a punishment, though. No matter how much it hurts and scares her, he lets go after a while and licks the wounded place, which can't be mistaken for anything but a marking bite.

This time, the blood doesn't trigger him. Quite the opposite. He comes inside with a loud moan.

She passed out after the third or fourth round. She's not lying on the floor anymore, but on the bed, under a blanket. All she can see through the window is snow and when she looks around, she finds the cabin empty. Her basket is in its place. The cloak too.

Is this a trap? She has more logic than yesterday and doesn't even dream of escaping. Not like this, with no clothes on. She was too desperate to think straight. Her body is clean and rested. There's no dry blood on her nape either. He took care of everything.

He hasn't earned her trust yet, however. She pretends to be asleep when she hears his footsteps. He's carrying something heavy.

The door opens with a creak. Satoru drops whatever he was holding and it sounds a whole lot like someone's legs, arms and head hitting the ground, in that order. She peeks at it and regrets it at the same second.

The man's face and body are massacred -so mutilated that it's hard to recognize him, but his clothes remind Yuji of someone. Kusakabe.

The view shakes her so much that she can't close her eyes just like that and act unaffected so that Satoru wouldn't know she's awake. Her lips part and she can't find the strength to close them. She blinks fast, her brain fighting to process the image.

"I brought food. You need to eat a lot if you wang to birth healthy pups," Satoru says, blood smeared all-over his mouth and cheeks.

Yuji feels her consciousness slipping away as he smiles, revealing his blood-tinted teeth.