Chapter 2 - Bathing Time

Kurogi the Oni believes that there is only one way to relax, a soothing spa day, perhaps Amy can change his mind.

Based off an OC, Amy, by Jirs. Story inspired by this pic  , drawn by the oh so talented BBC-Chan. I hope I did the piece justice!

Consensual/Oni/Cream-pie

Kurogi sighed a deep sigh of relief, itching his stubby horns. The ogre had waited all year for this, a day at Runi-kami’s sauna, and he had needed it. These days being an oni was hard work, the people of the land were just too cautious to be caught; he shifted on the wooden bench, now lying on his side. He was a hulking figure, leathery black skin stretched over a muscular frame, most would impose that such a beast knew nothing of refined pleasures; they’d be wrong. Today would surely do wonders for his pores; no stress allowed, he had left his hide loincloth and massive studded club at the door, traded out for a simple towel. 


Next, he’d hit the hot springs, as he’d only heard how exquisite they were this side of the mountain. Other spirits and demons casually strode through the halls of the bathhouse, each one calm and collected. Some drank and reveled on the upper floors, but those matters did not concern him; today was a day for relaxation. The sat up, and exited the sauna. 

He approached the large oaken doorway leading to the springs but soon felt unease about leaving his belongings inside. The Kurogi respected the security at the establishment, as there were even some yokai that even he didn’t want to scrap with, but perhaps that made this place even more so a potential target; the thrill alone would entice various tricksters and bandits throughout the realm. He had just secured that tiger pelt from Kongoku, having had to deal with the shady spirits of the peninsula, and he’d be damned is some thief would take it. The ogre sighed, drudging down the hallway towards reception. 

“Hello sir, ready to leave already”? The spirit asked politely; she could pass as a human, if it weren’t for the large eye that protruded from her forehead. She was robed in an all-white kimono, her straight black hair tucked  neatly behind her. 

“Not exactly, just wanted to take my belongings to the spring”. He almost had to whisper when talking to other creatures that weren’t ogres as he often didn’t wish to frighten them; it made dealing with more diminutive yokai much easier. 

“I see, well, I wish I could help here…”. She paused, trying not to anger the hulking oni.

“But”.

“But, your belongings have been moved to a more secure location,” She was trying her best not to invoke his ire, “all patrons’ belongings are guarded in Runi-kami’s special vault, but you can access them at any time by retrieving them upstairs. 

That made some sense, why would they be at reception? you fool, Kurogi. “I see, my apologies dear”. Being cordial was a hard-earned skill, taking decades to develop patience and understanding; had he come here in his youth he’d have tore this room apart. “Where would this vault be exactly”.

“On the 3rd floor, last room on the right”.

“So, you tell everyone where it is”?He was jesting.

The receptionist blushed from embarrassment, quickly giving a small bow. “No sir! Well yes… but it’s very well guarded! We tell customers for ease and peace of mind!”, she kept her eyes to the floor, afraid of what may happen if she looked up. 

“It’s fine, thank you”. She was just doing her job, no reason to frighten the lass; plus, it wasn’t hard to do, he was at least four feet taller.

Kurogi sighed and walked towards the steps, at this rate he’d never get to the springs in time, as they were always crowded around noon. He pressed onward, walking up the stairs. 
The second floor was much livelier, rooms filled with drunken and disorderly patrons; they sung loudly and argued louder, bellowing insults and praises. Much of the rooms had to be warded for the larger customers, lest the barrel into the other rooms and a brawl break out. The black oni could hear others of his kind arguing loudly, younger ogres, slurring drunken insults towards unseen troubles. To each there own he presumed, he found that the best way to relax was in solitude, via a warm bath; refinement in age he believed. He was almost near the end of this hall, the next set of stairs nearby. That was when something caught his eye, someone, through the crook of a sliding door. It was a “petite” female oni, cladly dressed and all alone; a rare sight for someone such as himself. Most female ogres were strong and muscular, usually battering the males and barking orders and insults, the sexes tended to avoid one another; the relationship between males and females highly complicated. A rare exception was the smaller female oni, busty by human standards yet diminutive to one such as himself. They were rare creatures, often choosing to disguise themselves as human women, manipulating and consuming the unfortunate men who bought into their disguise. They avoided male ogres like the plague, perhaps it was because intercourse was uncomfortable to say the least.  He didn’t know, he had decided long ago to not waste his time chasing trouble, and these vixens were trouble. This one had fair pale skin, red horns jutting from the top of her head. The red accented well with her teal hair, cut into a short bob. The female oni was dressed for a more private occasion, tight black leggings and arm sleeves, complimented with gold trimming. 

“Are you jus’ gonna stare”? She slurred drunkenly, her red eyes squinting through the door. She had a slight grin on her face, sake running from the side of her mouth.  

He was caught off guard, but quickly regained his composure, he was a hulking giant after all. “No, just passing”. He quickly turned, ready to resume his journey. 

“No stay, stay, I’m sorry; where are my manners”. She was giggling as she beckoned for him to stay, “I didn’t mean to scare you, are you scared”? She tried to be sincere, but could stop herself from grinning; this was all so amusing. Not to Kurogi. He sighed, while this excursion was brief he knew that it was going nowhere, and he was on a schedule. “I should go, really, enjoy your drink”. He was trying to be polite, but dammit it was getting hard. 

She leaned over from her bedding, large breast jiggling as she attempted to keep her balance. “Really, I’m sorry, please come in; I’ve been alone all day”, she pouted, crawling over large silk pillows. She was drunk, very drunk, and as much as the black ogre didn’t want to admit it his body was interested in obeying her wished; he could feel his cock swelling under the towel. He grunted, “Mmm, I can stop for a minute”. The beast approached the large door, sliding it fully open to fit his body, then closed the door behind him. The room was huge, even by his standards, fully furnished with all the amenities that a man or spirit could desire. Her bed was large, large enough to fit a handful of concubines; or one large patron. 

“Sit”. She couldn’t keep from smiling, visually measuring the male specimen before her. His body was scarred and tough, centuries of life showing wear, she gestured him closer to the bed. He was no fool, she was tipsy and bubbly, her red cheeks giving away her intentions. He had never had the pleasure of bedding a smaller female, perhaps the hot spring could wait. He sat down on the bed, it audibly creaking as he settled in. 

“I’m Amy”, she whispered closely, as if it were a secret. Her body swayed side to side, as if she were listening to an old and familiar tune. Kurogi examined her further, mainly for the sake of figuring it out. His member was growing stiffer as he grew nearer, now almost climbing from under his robe; it had to be over a foot long. She looked down, her eyes fixated on the rising cock before her. 

“Well, I see you can’t even take a girl out first”, she laughed to and with herself, the ogress not knowing that her joke had fallen short. The giant was trying to subdue his inner nature, stopping himself from hoisting her ontop of him without warning; thank the heavens for age and patience. She stuck her arm under the growing tent, now rubbing the length of the shaft with her relatively small hands; red nails grazing along his skin. “I guess that’ll do”, she sighed, as if she were disappointed by the enormous member before her. The ogre couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious, for a moment he felt as though he may be inadequate; it was absurd! With her other hand she quickly undid the towel, it now dropping to his sides. Her expression suddenly changed once she saw its entirety before her, 18” of flesh and muscle before her. Her eyes brightened, cheeks to match, as she put her head beside his dick. “Seeing is believing”. 

He was silent, as there was a chance that if he spoke all that would come out was a bellow, a lust filled call to breed her. He wanted to maintain his composure, even if he was about to fuck this little creature. She was still in awe as she put her lips to the thick black head, how was she to fit all of this, she moved her head to estimate the best course of action. He placed his right hand along the back of her head, gesturing that if she wasn’t going to start, he was. With a deep breath she descended upon it, desperately trying to fit even a third in her mouth. It truly was massive, spreading her jaw with great force. Blowjobs wouldn’t work, perhaps this was creation’s cruel joke on oni. Her effort was appreciated, but this monster of a dick could not be swallowed as a human’s could. 
She came up for air, now blushing from embarrassment as well as horniness. “Sor-sorry”, she shyly squeaked. 

He sighed, “Its alright, never been with an oni”?

She stared into his dark eyes, “I want to be”. She bit her lower lip, he hadn’t noticed but she’d already slipped a hand into her underwear; toying with her clit as she spoke. 

That was his sign. Without warning he lifted her to the ceiling, her weight made this too easy. The oni changed his grip, now spreading her legs with one hand each; he could destroy her if he wanted, he would just go another route. She screamed as she was brought down upon his unwieldly cock, it pushed halfway into her body, spreading her walls in one swift motion. Human women were different, there bodies never meant to handle such a maneuver, it was surely a death sentence. Orc women on the other hand, had a miraculous ability to take such a supernatural fucking; without it they’d have died out long ago. She yelled with each thrust, trying to keep a grip on his wide shoulders and he moved her along the flesh pole. In this state she could make no sly remarks or witty quips, her entire body was flooded with pleasure. Perhaps this was the way in which the sexes could coexist? No, what a sexist sentiment. He drilled into her, the ogress stomach bulging as the cock visually stretched her body. Her legs quivered in his hands, toes curling as they flopped lazily about. This was nothing to the beast as far as lifting went, he could keep her in the air all day.  At times he would push her all the way down, just to test the limits of her body, but it always performed its intended duty; her arms fell to her sides as she lost her strength. 
He could feel the cum building inside his testicles, they ached with intensity as he plowed her further; he was ready. Kurogi exploded inside of Amy, hot streams of the thick spunk filling her womb. Surely it was not large enough to hold his massive load, but it did, her stomach swelling as he unsheathed her from his member. Ash she thudded into the pillows below some of the viscous semen did spill out in audible squishing noises, he chalked it up to the fall. 

The ogress was unresponsive, but her eyes confessed her pleasure, tears of joy running down her face. She had been with a male oni and lived, a dream come true. 

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