Chapter 2 - Doubt

After she was taken to the hospital, Naoto was hit by a volley of questions. The cops, the doctors, even reporters tried to get something out of her as they wheeled her into the emergency room. The serial rapings were already in the news, but now, a detective of the famous Shirogane family had been the next victim, and seemingly caught the perpetrator. To the dismay of even the chief detective, it was a monstrous creature. They tried several times to 'wash' the blue paint from his skin, but the cops eventually gave up and decided he wasn't Human.

Naoto's thoughts were finally beginning to coalesce again as she laid in the hospital bed.

"So you're telling me this thing raped you too? We saw you erm... eating his er..."

Naoto stutters, "I-It was rape! It disarmed me, and afterwards, I just... It's very difficult to explain. I lost the strength... the will to resist."

Shirogane starts to recall the encounter. The sweat covering their bodies, her tits bouncing in the air, the muscular demon, the cock parting her folds over and ov-

She shudders and stops herself.

I can't... It's too much. 

The chief nods, "Alright, well, we have that thing in containment... after we subdued it, it hasn't tried to resist again. It seems to have incredible strength, so we think it might be able to break out if it wanted to. We have half a dozen officers on watch duty at all times as we try to figure out what the hell it is."

Naoto nods, "It's critical to keep it under strict surveillance. It mentioned some greater plan, something to do with me."

The chief reaches for a cigarette, but stops, remembering it was a hospital. Instead, he strokes his bushy black beard and says, "Do tell, detective."

Naoto shakes her head, "I don't really know. It just mentioned it was sent to draw me out and it intended on being caught after it... it..."

She blushes fiercely, trying to avoid talking about the encounter that she was still processing herself.

The chief stands and says, "Alright, well, the doctors say you're completely healthy, just a bit worn out. I'd suggest you stay overnight, but you Shirogane detectives don't like to take breaks."

Naoto throws the blanket off of her and slides off the bed. She reaches for the suitcase on the floor, recognizing it as hers, and reaches inside for some new clothing.

"You know us too well, chief."

Yomishi must've left the clothing... come to think of it, where is he? Wait... oh god.

It hits Naoto that he had seen the entire ordeal, and in all likelihood recorded at least part of it. She had to find him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Wearing a deep blue button-up shirt and a red tie this time, Naoto procures a taxi and directs it to Yomishi's apartment, their unofficial 'base of operations.' Combined with a pair of dark jeans, her clothing did little to hide her bust and curves as usual.

Tokyo seems the same in the early morning, busy as ever, and completely unaware of the darker threats lurking. Naoto often found it comforting to look over traffic or crowds, as it gave her a sense of normality, of balance and stability.

After upwards of an hour of driving, the taxi pulls infront of the apartment building. Naoto pulls out some bills hurriedly and drops it on the driver's lap before walking away, certain she gave him more than enough, but unconcerned with it. The Shirogane family never had a shortage of cash.

After walking up two floors, she arrives at his apartment, 304. The detective takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the many questions, and knocks. She waits a minute, hears nothing, and knocks again, harder this time.

Finally, she hears movement in the apartment and moments later, the door swings open. 

Yomishi is standing there, in nothing but his boxers. It was still early in the morning, and Naoto had seen him undressed before. She nods and says, "Morning, Yomishi."

She pushes by him and steps into his apartment, doing her best to treat everything as business as usual.

Yomishi closes the door behind her and says, "I guess the hospital let you out already? Must not have done much damage..."

Naoto walks into his living room and turns to face him, "Look, Yomishi, let's just get this out of the way, shall we?"

He takes a seat in his comfort chair, across from the couch. Naoto takes her seat in the middle of the sofa.

"What do you mean, Shirogane?"

"You recorded it, you saw... everything. The demon was... taking advantage of me. I was foolish and assumed handcuffs would be enough. I should've listened to you and brought the reinforced chains, but... I was prepared to kill it, and I even failed at that. That's when..."

Yomishi shakes his head, "Whoa, whoa, wait a second. The last thing I saw was the thing grabbing the bluetooth off your head, tossing it, and then got nothing but static."

Naoto blushes, "O-oh... Oh, um... I see! So you got the footage of the demon... I mean, I was going to ask, to make sure."

He raises one eyebrow, "Yeah, of course. And as planned, I sent it to your grandfather, and that other guy... what's his name? Naruyami?"

"Narukami."

"Yeah, him. So, what's next, boss lady?"

Naoto leans back in the sofa, taking a deep breath, "I wish to interrogate the demon. I believe we will learn a significant amount given some time alone speaking to him."

Yomishi nods, "You got it, here's your bluetooth. I'll head to the crime scene and canvas it for anything important the cops might've looked over."

Naoto stands up, heading for the door, "What would I do without you, Yomishi?"

He walks her out and says, "No idea."

Once Shirogane has left the apartment, Yomishi walks to his computer desk in his bedroom. Next to it is a trash bin with a half dozen tissues at the bottom. On the computer monitor was a full screen of last night's encounter, paused. The demon was right in the middle of bouncing Naoto up and down on his cock as it squeezed her ass.

Yomishi sighs and sits down at his desk. He pulls his hardening cock out of his boxers and strokes it back to full life.

He mutters under his breath, "Oh, Naoto..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Feeling a lot more relieved that nobody had witnessed the full extent of her encounter last night, Naoto climbs into another cab to head directly to the precinct where her demon captive was being held. It was safe to assume it was the one closest to the crime scene, Naoto induces.

After another fifteen minutes of idle thoughts in the taxi, the detective arrives at the station. An inordinate number of police are outside, and as Naoto enters the station, she sees an equally disproportionate number on duty. It doesn't take her long to maneuver by the officers, all of which give her a glance of mixed interest, pity, and lust. It didn't bother Shirogane. She had always been the odd one out, ever since she started working on cases as a teen. 

Managing her way back to the holding cells, she almost asks the officers on duty for the demon's location, until she notices only one prisoner - the demon itself. It seems for whatever reason, the cops cleared out the other cells, and gave the one on the very end to the monstrous creature. 

The cops go silent as Naoto walks down the narrow hall. She can hear her own footsteps and heartbeat. She can see the creature through all the bars and once she's close, it slowly turns its head to face her. The creature's mouth contorts into a grin.

The detective arrives infront of the cell and says nothing. She looks the beast over one more time, as if last night was coming back to her all at once.

The demon interrupts her thoughts, "I didn't think you'd be back already, Naoto Shirogane. Truly, you are one tough slut... ideal for being bred by demons."

Naoto blushes and with a sudden anger, kicks the bars, "Shut up! You forced me to do all of that."

The demon leans in, pressing its blue skin against the cold steel, "Open the doors, Shirogane. We can have some more fun. I promise I'll give you three times as much of my seed this time."

Naoto closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Something about this creature was riling her up so easily. It wasn't good for the interrogator to be breaking up apart infront of the interrogatee.

"I have... a few questions. You mentioned a greater plan. Who's plan is it and what IS the plan?"

The demon sits down, cross legged infront of the bars. The creature's dick bulged visibly in the white underwear the police must've forced on him. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, the creature slips his dick out of the underwear and begins stroking the huge member to life.

"I will answer your questions, Shirogane. But, you must do something for me. As we speak, you will masturbate. If I see you stop for even an instant, I will answer no questions. If you do not orgasm by the end, I will rip these bars apart, and kill as many cops as I can before I die. Are we agreed?"

Naoto's instinct is to say no right away, but she hesitates. Ever since the demon began stroking his cock, her eyes were glued to the huge blue cock with a purple tip, gradually gaining full hardness. She watches the individual veins pump blood into the thick member. Only after a few moments of silence does she bolt back to reality and meet the creature's red eyes. She shocks herself as she says, "Fine. I can't let you cause any more harm, and bring dishonor to the Shirogane name."

He laughs, "So easily you fight for honor and just as easily, you give in to your true self."

Naoto looks down the hall and is grateful to see the officers on duty had closed the door, leaving her alone in the holding cells with the beast. Naoto slips off each of her shoes without untying them. The detective unbuckles her belt and the front of her jeans. She pushes her thumbs between the waistband and wiggles her hips side to side while pulling her jeans over her large ass and down her legs until they're piled on the floor. 

Rather than sit down, Naoto takes a wide stance and slides her hand down the middle of her panties, black in color this time, but plain in appearance.

The demon's slow stroking gets a little faster, as his eyes move over her legs, her hips, her clothed tits, and even her beautiful eyes and face.

"Now, you may ask your questions again."

The detective wasted no time in finding her clit and she starts to rub it and play with it slowly as she repeats her question.

"What is this.. greater plan... and who's behind it?"

The demon stands up, though he doesn't stop stroking his massive 16 inch member, dripping precum from the tip. He uses his other hand to squeeze and massage his balls.

"Ajiro. A much more powerful demon than I. He has fed off of spiritual energy for more than a millenia. He has shown us that Human women have a 'true self.' Some accept it, and others are like you... unable to face your true self, you cower behind your 'believed' purpose to avoid admitting you're just a slut to be bred. Our plan is just to help Human women... realize this."

The entire time he spoke, Naoto's eyes were watching his cock. She barely registered his words as her pussy was getting soaking wet. The smell of this demon, his tangy musk, was filling her nostrils and all of last night's passion and pleasure could no longer be blocked out. Naoto uses her second hand to reach underneath her shirt and cup her breast as she gently ran her thumb over her nipple. The bra was in the way, but she still enjoys it. 

"Uhh... Ajiro... is a sociopath, just like you. Though I... I suppose demons have different standards... What does this have to do with me?"

The demon walks up to the bars, sticking his massive member through the space between them. The tip is mere inches away from touching Naoto's stomach. The demon seemed like he was a full 7 ft. in height now for some reason, but Naoto was much more distracted by the demon's large hand stroking his dick up and down. Occasionally, a glob of precum would emerge from the tip, and Naoto felt an almost overpowering desire to suck on the tip.

"Can't say for sure. I only know you're special. You seem to have a lot more spirit energy than most... maybe it's because you survived -that- world."

Without thinking, Naoto unbuttons her shirt and drops it on the floor, leaving her in a simple set of black bra and panties. She unhooks the bra and lets it fall to the ground with the rest of her clothing. Now able to get a full handful of her own tit flesh, she massages and kneads her huge breast with one hand while returning her other to between her legs. She slides two fingers into her pussy and slowly moves them in and out, mere inches from nearly a foot and a half of demon cock.

"That world... how do you know about the TV world?"

The demon presses himself completely against the bar, leaving less than an inch between his cock and Naoto's bare skin. She can feel the heat emanating from the member and she takes the next step, letting the dick smear its leaking precum against her belly. She lets go of her breast and uses her hand to stroke the end of the cock. Naoto's soft hand moves up and down the member at a slow pace to start, getting a groan out of the demon.

"How do I know? It's common knowledge among demons... can't say for sure where we learned. I just know the humans who survive come out stronger... different. Didn't you face your true self, Shirogane?"

She gasps as the precum making skin contact with her seems to be turning her on. Whether it was her own perverted psyche, or the drug effect she suspected was in its seed, it was unclear. Naoto pulls her fingers from her pussy and grabs both of her tits. She wraps the massive mammaries around the huge demonic cock infront of her.

"Good, Naoto-slut. Use your body for what it's meant to do."

Losing track of her line of questioning, she moves her tits up and down the big dick. Even her incredible cleavage couldn't fully swallow this cock. She moves her chest up and down and each time, the creature's cock tip kisses her chin.

If I angle my head down, I can take it in my mout-

The demon grabs her hair and makes her meet his eyes, "Next question, detective. Don't lose sight of the goal."

Naoto stutters, "U-um, yes... The questions... How can I find Ajiro?"

As Naoto bounces her big titties up and down the large shaft, the demon laughs and says, "Finally, getting somewhere good. He will come to you in time, but if you're impatient, I'll be happy to tell you where he is."

Giving in to this newfound perverse lust, Naoto angles her chin downward until it touches the top of her chest. She parts her lips and accepts the massive blue and purple demonic cock into her mouth. The taste washes over her whole body instantly. She shudders as the tip makes contact with her tongue and Naoto licks over the head eagerly. The demon softly pushes his hips forward, fitting about four inches into Naoto's mouth. She tries to stretch her mouth and throat to accept more, only managing a few more inches before she gags and her eyes water. Rather than give up, Naoto figures out to focus on on breathing through her nose and she sustains for a minute or so before she yanks herself off of his cock.

Naoto takes a few deep breaths before opening her mouth again and this time, letting the demon set the pace. She presses her tits tightly around his shaft as he pushes farther down her throat. With each thrust, he makes a little bit more room in her tight gullet.

"Ajiro... runs a demon only underground club. Only a demon can enter, it's in an external extradimensional plane... Detective, you're quite eager to receive my seed."

Naoto completely ignores his comment about her eagerness and continues to relish the taste of his cock and the smell of his groin.

I can't stop myself... this can't be my true self... can it? No, this is just what I want. It'll make him talk more, you'll see...

Naoto briefly relieves herself from her blow job. She pulls her head back until the wet cock slides out of her mouth, leaving only several sloppy strings of drool to connect the two.

She coughs and says, "An all demon club? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

He says, "Not stupid. Horny. Call it what you want. There is another way... he has a right hand, a Fu-demon named Lyeria."

Naoto, right about to place her mouth on his cock again, looks up and says, "Fu-demon?"

He laughs, "I won't spoil that surprise. She likes to keep to herself, I'll tell you where she prefers to roam. Now, turn around and place your pussy against the bars. I'm going to fuck you."

Naoto blushes and, clearly not in the right state of mind, nods at the demon, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She turns around, places her ass against the cold steel, and lifts her arms over her head to grab the bars to steady herself. Not a moment later, she feels his hand pull her panties to the side followed by the familiar feeling of the massive cock poking at her pussy. Her whole body tingles in anticipation of a second round of last night's fuck. She was much more accepting of it all this time. Something in her body made this feel right, as if it was the only way to do things.

"She lives three blocks down from here, a large condemned apartment building. Hard to miss. And I know you were missing this."

He shoves his meaty cock forward into her pussy. Naoto moans out and nearly orgasms from the penetration. Everything was more vivid, and her whole body was more sensitive to a degree much greater than last night. The demon has no issue hilting his cock into the sopping wet pussy and Naoto clenches her snatch around his member upon feeling his balls make contact with her thighs.

He withdraws his cock, save for the tip, and thrusts home again. He repeats the movement, but maintains a slow and steady pace. Each thrust sends Naoto up the wall. Her dripping juices start to collect on the floor in a puddle, along with his copious amount of precum.

The demon's arms reach through the bars and get a firm grasp on Naoto's tits, the flesh spilling out between his fingers. His thumbs flick and rub her incredibly erect nipples. 

Naoto cries out, "Fuck... What the hell are you!?"

He leans in and says into her ear, "Your destiny. Enjoy your place in the world, bimbo detective."

His pistoning cock picks up speed and Naoto's mouth hangs open, drool going down her chin, in a permanent state of awe at the cock plowing her pussy. The door opening at the end of the cells doesn't even get her attention until three cops are standing infront of her, side by side.

They glance at the demon plowing the busty detective, and rather than intervene, they unbuckle their belts and slide their own hardening cocks out.

One cop says, "You came back to fuck this demon? What a slut."

Another says, "We ain't telling the chief, but it's our turn."

The three surround her face with their cocks and in her current state of ecstatic bliss, Naoto accepts the nearest 8 incher into her mouth. The other two get close enough for her to grab, and the demon suddenly moves his hands down to her hips, easily holding her balance as he continues to piston her snatch. 

The demon holding Shirogane's weight enables her to let go of the bars and use her hands to stroke the other two cocks and she does so without hesitation. The groans of pleasure from her, the other cops, and the demon combined with wet squelching from her dripping pussy and his balls smacking against her thighs echo somewhat loudly through the large empty holding cells. The walls were concrete and only served to make it seem much louder.

The cop Naoto is skillfully deepthroating grabs the back of her head as he reaches his final moments. He hilts his member down her throat, slapping his balls against her chin, and blasts a half-dozen spurts of seed directly over her tongue. Each spurt, Naoto swallows right away, and even vacuum-slurps his cock for any droplets of semen as he pulls his dick out.

One of the two cocks receiving her hand skills switches over to her mouth as soon as the other cop withdraws. Naoto screams out, "God, fuck everybody, fucking... damnit!"

She clamps down tightly around the demon dick that has reshaped her pussy and squirts juices down his shaft. Naoto's climax hits her like a ton of bricks. Her whole body, covered in sweat, jiggles with the continuing thrusts of the demon. Her breasts swing in an almost uniform pendulum manner, practically hypnotizing the two cops who get the full view.

The next cop orgasms a lot faster, blasting the back of her throat, adding a decent sized load of spunk to the collection in Naoto's stomach already. The detective dutifully swallows and moves on to the final cop. Assuming she was to swallow the load like the other two, Naoto bobs her head up and down the shaft, but at the last moment, the cop pulls out and mutters "Fucking hell" as he splatters her face and the top her tits with several ropey strings of jizz. 

The demon, growing impatient, drops to his knees and squeezes and kneads Naoto's sizable ass he gets to his limit. His eyes begin to glow an even fiercer red as he breaks into his orgasm. The demon roars and Naoto screams as a torrent of seed blasts into her womb. The demon's cock was more than long enough to reach the very back of her love tunnel, and any pain from the size was all but gone now. She reaches yet another climax as her eyes roll into the back of her head and her tongue briefly hangs out of her mouth. Her pussy milks his penis for every drop it can give her.

The unholy jizz fills her stomach within seconds. It didn't spurt like normal cocks, it -flowed- out of his member like a water hose. Her belly inflated to a massive size by the time she was full to the brim like a woman pregnant with twins. The demon lets go of her and Naoto falls forward onto the floor, her eyes barely open. She sniffed the air... she was starting to smell like the demon, and sex, of course. Her hands move over her big belly and she doesn't have the same disgust... in fact, Shirogane smiles. She rubs her belly, slowly moving up to her tits and Naoto gives them a firm squeeze.

To everyone's surprise, milk squirts out and her eyes go wide in shock.

"Oh my god..."

The demon sits in his cell, cross-legged, and says with calm, "Don't be afraid... to face your true self."