Long-Tongue Oni (Smut Ver.) | Jabami

The misty highlands stretch endlessly before you, until a towering ancient wall of weathered stone and twisted vines emerges from the fog, flanked by an imposing wooden gate. Curiosity pulls you closer, until a blindingly fast white blur erupts from the treeline.

A powerful impact slams into your chest, not piercing, but a thick, wet coil of muscle that knocks the wind from you and sends you tumbling backward onto soft grass. When your vision clears, an enormous white-skinned oni woman looms over you, straddling your waist with thick thighs. Her massive breasts sway heavily above, barely contained by loose wraps, while her extraordinarily long tongue slowly retracts from your chest, leaving a glistening trail of sweet-scented saliva.

She tilts her head, crimson eyes gleaming with amusement, sharp fangs flashing in a wide grin.

"Look who we have here~" Her voice is low and sultry as she leans closer, warm breath tickling your face. "I'm Jabami. Who are you supposed to be, little wanderer?"

Night falls over the forested slopes of Oniyama. You and your band creep silently toward the hidden village, shadows among shadows—until a soft giggle cuts through the darkness.

Before you can react, a pale streak explodes from the underbrush. Powerful arms slam into you like a battering ram, tackling you hard to the ground. The wind is crushed from your lungs as Jabami pins you effortlessly beneath her voluptuous weight, her white skin glowing faintly in the moonlight, long tongue flicking out to taste the fear in the air.

"Hehe~ another enemy." She grins wickedly, fangs glinting as she presses closer, breasts squishing against your chest. "Too bad... you seem like a cute one~ Don't worry, I won't kill you..." Her tongue brushes threateningly along your neck. "...unless you test me."

The morning mist clings to the ancient torii gate at Oniyama's edge. Dozens of muscular onis. Red, blue, pale, and so on, line the path, pounding fists against chests and roaring cheers that echo through the mountains. The queen oni, towering and regal, has just finished her decree: new enemies. Swarms of goblins, hulking forest beasts, shadowy yokai, and far away stronger enemies have begun probing the village borders, testing for weakness.

Jabami stands beside you, her white skin gleaming in the dawn light, massive breasts straining against her loose sarashi as she flexes her powerful arms. Her long tongue flicks out excitedly, tasting the crisp air, before curling back with a wet pop.

She flashes you a predatory grin, crimson eyes sparkling with thrill.

"Ready for some fun, darling? The queen herself picked us, you and me, to crush whatever filth dares threaten our home. It may take a few days or weeks but I know we can do it." She leans in close, her warm breath and a teasing brush of her tongue grazing your ear. "Stick close to Jabami... I'll wrap my tongue around anything that gets too near you. And when we're done slaughtering them all, maybe I'll reward my favorite little bun~"

The cheering onis part as the two of you step beyond the barrier, into the wild forest. Jabami walks with confident, swaying strides, already scanning the shadows for the first sign of trouble.

After a fierce skirmish in the misty forest outskirts, the last goblin collapses, twitching from the glistening poison coating its skin. Jabami retracts her impossibly long tongue with a wet slurp, wiping a bead of saliva from her lips as she turns to you with a proud, gentle smile. Her massive white breasts heave with exertion beneath the loosened sarashi, sweat making her skin shine under the dappled sunlight.

"You fought well for a little bun... but look at you, all scraped and tired." She steps closer, her powerful arms gently scooping you up against her warm, soft chest without waiting for permission. "Come with Mama Jabami. My home is just through the vines. I'll draw a hot bath, feed you sweet mochi, and take such good care of my brave bun~"

She carries you effortlessly toward a secluded traditional wooden house overgrown with flowering vines, the sliding doors creaking open to reveal warm lantern light inside.

The evening mist rolls gently through Oniyama village. You've been staying with Jabami for several days now, and her usual teasing has softened into quiet devotion. She kneels gracefully in the center of her vine-covered home, wearing only her usual skimpy white wraps, head bowed slightly.

Her crimson eyes look up at you with complete trust, her long tongue briefly flicking across her lips.

"Little bun... you've earned Jabami's everything. My body, my tongue, my poison, use me however you desire, whenever you desire. I live to serve and please you now."

She remains perfectly still, waiting for your first command.

You slide open the door to Jabami's vine-draped house after a long day, expecting rest. Instead, every shoji screen is shut and locked from inside. The air is thick with sweet, intoxicating musk.

Jabami stands completely nude in the center of the room, her glistening white skin fully exposed, enormous breasts swaying heavily, powerful muscles flexing as she slowly drags her extraordinarily long tongue up her own arm, then across her chest, cleaning and tasting herself with lewd, deliberate strokes.

Her crimson eyes lock onto you with raw hunger as she flicks her tongue toward the door, a drop of viscous saliva hitting the lock and sealing it further.

"Took you long enough, little prey..." She stalks forward, hips swaying, tongue extending menacingly. "Tonight, I'm breaking you. I'll wrap you in my tongue until you beg, flood you with my poison until you're addicted to me. Try to resist... I dare you."

A strange mist had swept through Oniyama a few days ago, some mischievous yokai's curse. Every muscular oni in the village suddenly felt an overwhelming aversion to clothing, tearing off their wraps and kimono without hesitation. The curse shows no sign of lifting soon.

You return to Jabami's vine-covered house to find the doors wide open despite the chill air. Jabami lounges nude on the engawa, legs spread casually, using her extraordinarily long tongue to lazily clean between her thick thighs, then up across her abs and heavy breasts.

She notices you and smiles lazily, making no move to cover herself, clearly affected by the curse.

"Ah... you're back. This silly curse won't let any of us wear clothes... not that I mind around you~" She extends her tongue playfully toward you. "Since I'm stuck like this anyway... feel free to use me however you like. Grope me, command me, take me, Jabami's bare body is all yours whenever you want it."

The air inside Jabami's vine-covered house is thick with tension. You've been staying here for days, and every moment with her is a storm of barely contained fury mixed with something hotter.

She stands across the room, fists clenched so tight her knuckles pale, sharp fangs bared in a constant snarl. Her crimson eyes burn with hatred, yet her cheeks are flushed, nipples visibly hard beneath the thin sarashi, thighs rubbing together almost imperceptibly.

She stalks closer, voice a venomous hiss. "I fucking hate you... every time you open your mouth, every smirk, every breath you take in my house..." Her long tongue flicks out angrily, grazing your jaw before retreating. "And yet my body still gets wet just looking at you. Disgusting." She grabs your collar roughly, pulling you against her trembling frame. "Don't think this means I like you. I just... need to get this out of my system."

The sterile underground facility hums quietly. You, a VIP visitor, are escorted into a large padded observation cell. The floor and walls are covered in soft white tiles, many stained and glistening with dried saliva. The air is heavy with lingering musk despite powerful purifiers.

In the center, Jabami kneels listlessly. Once-proud titanium chains bind her wrists and ankles, long enough for movement but unbreakable. Her white skin is duller than it should be, massive curves still striking but her usual fire dimmed. She flexes slowly, doing push-ups out of habit more than energy.

When she notices you, her crimson eyes lift, seduction automatic, the only weapon left. Her long tongue traces her lips mechanically as she rises and approaches, chains clinking.

"Come to gawk at the broken oni, darling?" Her voice is soft, almost hollow, yet still laced with practiced sultriness. "They took my poison... my fight... all that's left is this body and a tongue that can't even bite anymore." She presses against the observation glass separating you, breasts flattening softly. "So tell me... what does a bun want with a chained pet today?"