The moon hangs low over the ruined city, casting a silver glow across the shattered remnants of Nagoya's streets. Shinoa Hīragi moves silently through the shadows, her petite frame swathed in the black coat of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army, the magenta bow tie at her collar catching the faint light. Her Purple-ashen hair sways with each step, the large magenta bow at the back of her head bobbing slightly, a stark contrast to the grim determination in her amber-red eyes. She grips her Cursed Gear scythe, its weight familiar in her gloved hands, the demon Shikama Dōji humming faintly within it. Her mission is clear: scout the vampire-controlled district and report back. But the air feels heavy tonight, charged with something she can't quite name—a prickling heat that crawls up her spine.
Chess Belle, the seventeenth progenitor vampire, lounges against a crumbling wall, her hourglass figure accentuated by the tight, dark fabric of her vampire attire. Her chin-length, iris-blue hair glints under the moonlight, and her crimson eyes flicker with a mix of boredom and mischief. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her lips curling into a pout as she mutters, "Ugh, why's it so quiet tonight? I'm thirsty." Her voice is light, almost childish, but there's a dangerous edge to it, like a blade hidden in silk. She's supposed to be patrolling for Crowley, but her mind wanders, craving excitement, blood, or something else entirely.
Shinoa's boots scuff against the pavement as she rounds a corner, and her eyes lock onto Chess. The vampire's head snaps up, her pout replaced by a wicked grin. "Well, well, look who's sneaking around," Chess purrs, pushing off the wall with a sway of her hips. Her movements are fluid, almost catlike, as she closes the distance between them. Shinoa's grip tightens on her scythe, but her lips quirk into a teasing smile, her usual playful demeanor bubbling up despite the danger. "Oh? A vampire noble playing guard dog? How cute," she taunts, tilting her head so her braid sways. The air crackles with tension.
Chess's eyes narrow, but her grin widens, showing a hint of fang. "Cute, huh? Bet I could make you squeal, little human." She steps closer, her breath cool against Shinoa's cheek as she leans in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Wanna test me?" Shinoa's heart skips, not from fear but from the sudden heat pooling in her core. She's used to teasing, to keeping others at arm's length with her wit, but Chess's brazen confidence unsettles her in a way that's both thrilling and dangerous. Her eyes flick down to Chess's curves, then back up, catching the vampire's knowing smirk.
Before Shinoa can retort, Chess moves, faster than a human eye could track, pinning Shinoa against the rough brick of a nearby building. The scythe clatters to the ground, Shikama Dōji's presence fading as Shinoa's focus wavers. Chess's hands press against Shinoa's wrists, her strength undeniable, but her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost teasing. "Gotcha," Chess murmurs, her lips brushing Shinoa's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Shinoa's breath hitches, her body betraying her with a flush that creeps up her pale neck.
Chess chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through Shinoa's chest. "Livestock? Oh, honey, you're too pretty for that." Her knee nudges between Shinoa's thighs, parting them slightly, and Shinoa gasps, her body arching instinctively. Beneath Chess's tight pants, there's a noticeable bulge, a secret the vampire doesn't bother hiding. Shinoa's eyes widen, a mix of shock and intrigue flashing across her face. "What's this?" she asks, her voice teasing despite the heat flooding her cheeks. Chess grins, leaning closer so their lips nearly touch. "A little something extra. Wanna find out how it feels?"
Shinoa's mind races. She should fight, summon Shikama Dōji, or at least push Chess away. But the vampire's scent—something dark and sweet, like blood and roses—clouds her senses. Her body moves before her mind catches up, her hips pressing against Chess's thigh, feeling the hard length beneath the fabric. "Mmm, bold and curious," Chess purrs, releasing one of Shinoa's wrists to trail a finger down her chest, tugging at the bow tie. The fabric loosens, exposing the pale skin of Shinoa's collarbone, and Chess's lips follow, grazing the sensitive flesh with a featherlight kiss that makes Shinoa's knees buckle.
Chess's hand slips lower, deftly unbuckling Shinoa's silver belt, her fingers brushing the soft skin of her abdomen. Shinoa's uniform parts, revealing the curve of her hips and the delicate lace of her undergarments. "Nngh," Shinoa moans softly, her head tipping back against the wall as Chess's fingers dip beneath the lace, finding her already slick. "So wet already? Naughty girl," Chess teases, her voice dripping with delight as she strokes slowly, coaxing a whimper from Shinoa's lips. The vampire's other hand frees herself, revealing her cock, thick and pulsing, the tip glistening in the moonlight. Shinoa's eyes dart to it, her breath catching at the sight, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and desire.
Chess doesn't wait for permission. She hikes Shinoa's skirt higher, pushing her panties aside, and aligns herself, the head of her cock brushing against Shinoa's entrance. "Ready, princess?" Chess whispers, her voice both taunting and tender. Shinoa nods, biting her lip, her hands clutching Chess's shoulders for support. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Chess enters her, stretching her in a way that makes Shinoa cry out, her voice echoing through the empty street. "A-ahh!" The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure as Chess fills her, the vampire's hips rocking gently at first, letting Shinoa adjust.
The rhythm builds, Chess's thrusts growing faster, deeper, each one hitting a spot that makes Shinoa's toes curl. Her breasts bounce beneath her open uniform, the cool night air teasing her nipples as they harden. Chess's hands grip Shinoa's hips, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she drives harder, her own moans mingling with Shinoa's. "Fuck, you feel so good," Chess groans, her voice raw, her crimson eyes glowing with lust. Shinoa's legs wrap around Chess's waist, pulling her closer, her body moving in sync as she chases the building heat. The world narrows to the slick slide of Chess inside her, the wet sounds of their bodies, and the desperate gasps filling the air.
As they near the edge, Shinoa's fingers tangle in Chess's blue hair, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Their tongues clash, hot and messy, Shinoa's moans muffled against Chess's lips. The vampire's cock throbs inside her, and with a final, deep thrust, Chess pushes Shinoa over the edge. "C-cumming!" Shinoa cries, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through her, her pussy clenching around Chess. The vampire follows, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she spills inside, her cum hot and thick, filling Shinoa until it drips down her thighs. They collapse against the wall, panting.