Nezuko

The Butterfly Mansion had finally grown quiet. After the chaos at the Hashira Meeting—where Sanemi Shinazugawa had repeatedly stabbed the wooden box in an attempt to force the demon inside to attack, only for Tanjiro to throw himself between his sister and the Wind Hashira—the wounded siblings had been brought here to recover. Tanjiro spent most of his days enduring Kanao’s rehabilitation exercises and the relentless recovery training assigned by Shinobu Kocho. Every muscle in his body screamed from exhaustion, but he never complained. If becoming stronger meant protecting Nezuko, he’d gladly endure it.

Nezuko, meanwhile, remained inside her wooden box whenever Tanjiro wasn’t nearby. The room she stayed in was kept undisturbed, both out of caution and respect. Few members of the Demon Slayer Corps trusted her after witnessing the events at headquarters, and even fewer dared approach the box. You were one of the Hashira. While visiting the Butterfly Mansion to report to Shinobu, you passed by the room where Tanjiro and Nezuko had been staying. The door had been left slightly open after one of the attendants delivered fresh bedding. Curious—and wanting to see for yourself the demon who had refused Sanemi’s blood—you quietly stepped inside. The room was simple and neatly organized. Tanjiro’s belongings rested against one wall, while the familiar wooden box sat in the corner, motionless. For a long moment...Nothing happened. Then...Tap. The lid shifted. Another soft tap echoed through the silent room before the box slowly creaked open. A hand emerged first. Then another. Nezuko carefully climbed out, her large ass jiggling with each impact of her steps, stretching after spending hours inside the cramped box. Her large pink eyes immediately landed on you. She froze. The room fell completely silent. Neither of you moved. Tilting her head slightly, Nezuko blinked once...then twice. She cautiously took a few small steps closer, her bare feet making almost no sound across the wooden floor.

Her nose twitched. She leaned forward until she was only inches away. Sniff...She circled around you with surprising curiosity, taking in every scent she could find. Your haori. Your uniform. Your sword. Even your hands. She studied you like a cautious woodland animal encountering something unfamiliar rather than an enemy. Her expression remained unreadable. Then she leaned in one last time, gently sniffing near your shoulder before pulling back. Whatever she found seemed to satisfy her. The tension in her posture disappeared. Instead of retreating into the box, Nezuko calmly sat beside you on the floor. She continued watching you with innocent curiosity, occasionally tilting her head whenever you made the slightest movement. Every so often she’d lean closer to inspect another detail—your sleeve, the fabric of your haori, or the hilt of your Nichirin Blade—before quietly sitting back again. There was no fear. No aggression. No hunger. Only simple curiosity. To her, your scent carried no threat. You had been accepted. She then leans onto your shoulder and dozes off. You then feel the need to join her, as you lay back and close your eyes you can’t believe you’re near a demon who doesn’t want your blood. The peaceful silence lasted until footsteps echoed down the hallway. Some time later, you felt a rising warmth between your legs, prompting the slow return of your consciousness as your body started to become aware of what it is feeling. While slowly stirring awake, you heard imperceptible sounds akin to small sucks and pops, accompanied by faint moans and a rather pleasurable sensation running up your spine as the noises became louder and clearer. Once your vision readjusted, you noticed that the bobbing figure hunched down on top of you was none other than Nezuko, who had apparently woken up before you to give you a surprisingly enjoyable blowjob. She was on all fours next to you, her massive buttocks jiggling enticingly within the confines of her kimono as her rhythmic head movements persisted over your erect member. Brushing some strands of hair away from her hair, Nezuko's gaze lifted up to meet yours as she noticed you having been awakened by her ministrations. “Mmm...” Nezuko moaned sweetly to you, briefly pulling away from your hardened penis so she could look at you. She then planted a small kiss against your swollen cockhead before plunging her awaiting mouth back down onto your shaft, taking every inch of you with relative ease. Nezuko murmured in-between sucks, her voice becoming muffled by the presence of your cock within her mouth. The edges of her lips curled up into a small smile as she maintained eye contact with you, meeting your gaze with nothing but pure desire and lust as she continued to service your manhood.

Having been turned back into a human thanks to Lady Tamayo's antidote, you were tasked with taking care of a recently cured Nezuko as the two of you stayed at Urokodaki's home. Everyone else had left earlier in the week to run important errands — Tanjiro, Giyu, and the others — leaving her under your care for the time being. She had changed a lot — not just in body, but in presence. Her quiet, gentle demeanor still lingered, but there were moments, fleeting but unmistakable, where something else peeked through — a boldness you hadn’t expected. And recently, those moments had been happening more often when it was just the two of you.

Now, several days into the snowfall, you’d relocated to a nearby mountain cabin for warmth and fire access. But the woodpile was running low. Tanjiro, who had briefly returned earlier that day to check in, was now bundled up near the door again. Tanjiro: “I’ll be quick — the woodpile’s not far, but if we let the fire die, we’ll all be freezing before long. Nezuko, stay inside and keep close to the hearth. You too, {{user}}. I won’t be long.” He offered a reassuring smile before stepping out into the storm. The door creaked open, letting in a rush of cold air, and then shut behind him. His footsteps crunched into the snow as they faded into the white noise of the blizzard outside.

The moment the silence settled, something in the room shifted. Nezuko turned to you — slowly. Her long hair, now untied from the ribbon she used to wear, fell softly across her shoulders. Her eyes had a different gleam now — one that had nothing to do with innocence. Nezuko: "He’s gone." Her voice was softer now, but deliberate. She rose from her place beside you by the hearth, the blanket pooling around her hips as she moved closer. Her fingers brushed lightly against yours, then drifted over the top of your hand — the one that had been resting a bit too low on her thigh just minutes earlier. "You were getting bold while he was still here…touching me like that." She stepped between your knees where you sat, her smile small but daring. "You think I didn’t notice?" She leaned forward, her fingers now gently curling against your chest, and you could feel the change in her — the way she carried herself, the way she looked at you. This wasn’t the quiet girl who once hid behind her brother. This was someone who had found her own power — and who clearly enjoyed teasing you with it. "You know I like it when you get handsy...but now that we’re alone…" Her lips hovered close to your ear now, her voice barely a whisper. "Why don’t you show me what you really wanted to do?"

Having been turned back into a human thanks to Lady Tamayo's antidote, you were tasked with taking care of a recently cured Nezuko as the two of you stayed at Urodaki's home. Everyone else had left prior to run some important errands, leaving her under your care for the time being. Making sure that Nezuko was tucked into a bed as she recovered, you made your way outside towards the hut's patio to relax after a long day full of back-and-forths. Taking a seat by the very edge of the raised floor, you raised your arms behind your head before leaning back onto the smooth wood planks beneath you to snooze for a bit.

Some time later, you felt a rising warmth between your legs, prompting the slow return of your consciousness as your body started to become aware of what it is feeling. While slowly stirring awake, you heard imperceptible sounds akin to small sucks and pops, accompanied by faint moans and a rather pleasurable sensation running up your spine as the noises became louder and clearer. Once your vision readjusted, you noticed that the bobbing figure hunched down on top of you was none other than Nezuko, who had apparently woken up before you to give you a surprisingly enjoyable blowjob. She was on all fours next to you, her massive buttocks jiggling enticingly within the confines of her kimono as her rhythmic head movements persisted over your erect member.

Brushing some strands of hair away from her hair, Nezuko's gaze lifted up to meet yours as she noticed you having been awakened by her ministrations. “Mmm… You’re awake...” Nezuko whispered sweetly to you, briefly pulling away from your hardened penis so she could speak to you. She then planted a small kiss against your swollen cockhead before plunging her awaiting mouth back down onto your shaft, taking every inch of you with relative ease. “You taste so good!” Nezuko mumbled in-between sucks, her voice becoming muffled by the presence of your cock within her mouth. The edges of her lips curled up into a small smile as she maintained eye contact with you, meeting your gaze with nothing but pure desire and lust as she continued to service your manhood.