Yamato had always been beautiful—her striking looks could stand beside the most stunning women in the world.
But what truly set her apart wasn't just her appearance—it was the innocence in her eyes, an untouched light that the world's filth had yet to stain.
As Kaido's daughter, she bore the fierce blood of the Oni: those proud, curving horns, sharp gaze, and wild, heroic air. Everything about her screamed danger and allure—a combination that seemed to fit Jaeger's tastes a little too perfectly.
But now, that once-pristine canvas had been marked by his hand.
Yamato had barely recovered from the poisoned wine gifted by that so-called Arrogant King before Jaeger punished her again. He showed no hint of hesitation, no mercy.
In fact, he seemed to relish it—taking a twisted satisfaction in watching this once-pure soul bend to his will. It was a kind of triumph no battlefield could ever provide.
For him, crushing armies and breaking warriors was nothing compared to this, corrupting purity itself.
After what felt like an eternity of torment, Jaeger finally paused, looming above Yamato as she trembled, fear flickering in her tear-soaked eyes.
A slow, cruel smile crept across his face. With deliberate intent, he reached for his belt, unbuckling it in one fluid motion, then lowered his zipper—freeing his cock, which sprang forth with such force that it slapped Yamato hard across the face.
SLAP
For a split second, she recoiled, bracing for another round of agony.
"Nnh!"
But the pain she expected never came. Instead, all she felt was a hot, throbbing sensation radiating across her cheek—a jolt of shock and something even stranger.
Timidly, Yamato blinked open her eyes. Her cheeks were pressed in from the sheer size of it, leaving her feeling oddly small, almost caged.
She stared up at Jaeger, then, unable to help herself, glanced sideways at the monstrous thing that now rested so close to her lips.
Gulp…
She gulped, throat bobbing nervously.
Uncertainty warred in her chest.
Jaeger, ever the sadist, gave her no time to collect herself. He raised the whip in one hand, letting it crack through the air—then pointed at his cock with the other—his smile wicked and patient.
CRACK
"So, Yamato," he said, his tone light but deadly, "which do you prefer—this, or that?"
Before she could answer, he lashed her again, a streak of white-hot pain shooting across her back, forcing a ragged cry from her throat.
"A-ahh—!"
But instead of following up with more cruelty, Jaeger leaned down and slapped her face with his cock again. This time, there was no pain—just a pulsing, intoxicating heat.
plap
For a heartbeat, Yamato hesitated, but the pain only made her more desperate. In one trembling motion, she reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands, clutching it tightly as if it were her only lifeline.
"Nnh… please… please use this," she whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with pleading. "I want you to hit me with this… instead…"
She clung to him desperately, as if she were grasping at her own future—finding warmth in the most humiliating, twisted embrace imaginable.
Jaeger let her words hang in the air, savoring the sound of desperation trembling in her voice. He stared down at Yamato, her hands still locked around him, her knuckles white with need and shame.
A cold, mocking grin stretched across his face.
"Prove it, then," he said quietly, his voice low but carrying a deadly edge. "If this is really what you desire for your future… show me. Don't just beg—demonstrate it."
Yamato's eyes widened, the raw fear almost swallowed by a surge of determination. She swallowed hard, breath coming in quick, ragged bursts.
Haa...haah...
"H-How…?" she asked, almost too fast, words spilling out with urgency. "Tell me… how do I prove it to you?"
Jaeger's grip tightened, his tone suddenly sharp as a whipcrack.
CRACK
"For starters—open your mouth," he ordered. "Show me you know your place. Pleasure it. And let me make something very clear—"
His smile faded, eyes flashing with cruel amusement.
"...If I don't like it, if you disappoint me even a little, you already know it won't end well for you. So be careful, Yamato. Convince me you mean it."
He watched, daring her to hesitate—hungry for even the smallest sign of resistance he could crush.
Yamato didn't have time to think. Shame burned in her cheeks, but something deeper, hotter, pushed her forward.
With trembling hands still wrapped tight, she leaned in, lips parting obediently, desperate to prove herself, desperate for his approval—even if it meant surrendering what little pride she had left.
She stared up at Jaeger, refusing to break eye contact, even as her pride crumbled. Leaning forward, she placed a soft, trembling kiss right on the fat tip of his cock—letting her lips linger, pressing in just enough for him to feel every bit of her humiliation and surrender.
chu...mwah
"Mmm…" she hummed softly, cheeks flushed.
She waited, just a second, heart pounding in her chest, searching his eyes for the faintest flicker of anger or disappointment.
But Jaeger's face didn't twist in disgust. If anything, the shadow of a satisfied smirk curled at the edge of his mouth, daring her to keep going.
Taking that as permission, Yamato opened wider, letting her tongue flick out. She licked slowly at first—just a cautious stroke, tracing the swollen head, feeling the heat and salt and the pulsing throb of veins beneath her tongue.
"Nchu…"
slurp
Jaeger's cock twitched, growing even harder in her grasp, the veins bulging as she circled her tongue around the tip, then dragged it along the underside with careful, deliberate motions.
pulse
Every time she looked up—her blue eyes desperate, pleading, searching for any sign of approval—she saw the hunger in Jaeger's eyes, saw the way he enjoyed watching her crawl, watching her submit.
Yamato wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently—then a little harder, as if trying to draw out some hidden approval from deep inside him.
"Nmm… nchu…" She kissed the tip, letting her tongue play along the slit, making wet, desperate sounds.
"Schlk, schlk…"
Jaeger's hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to look up at him, making sure she didn't dare look away. His cock throbbed, growing even bigger, veins pulsing under the pressure of her mouth.
throb
"That's it," he murmured, voice dark and commanding. "Don't you dare stop, Yamato. Show me how much you want it. Show me how far you'll fall."
Yamato's tongue worked faster, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, determined to prove herself, to give him everything he wanted—because in that moment, humiliation and desire blurred together until she couldn't tell them apart.
Jaeger's hand shot down, threading roughly through Yamato's hair, fingers tightening with unyielding strength. With no warning, he pulled her head toward him, forcing her mouth wider, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently past her lips.
gag
Yamato barely had a chance to gasp—"Hah—!"—her jaw aching, breath hitching—before Jaeger thrust forward in one slow, implacable motion, pushing himself deep into her mouth and down her throat.
"Gkh—!" glrk!
Her eyes widened as she felt her throat stretch, an impossible fullness making her neck bulge obscenely with every inch he fed her. Her gag reflex fluttered, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but the pain she braced for… never arrived.
Instead, all she felt was a strange, dizzy happiness—a wild, floating sense of pride at being able to take him so deep. There was no agony, only the intoxicating pressure of being stretched and filled, her throat forced to accommodate his size.
Jaeger's grip stayed firm, holding her in place, savoring every twitch and convulsion of her muscles around him.
"Guk… glrk—!" Yamato's throat worked as she struggled to breathe.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated right through her skull. "Look at you… You were made for this, weren't you?"
Tears spilled down Yamato's cheeks, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming sensation of it all. She met his gaze, her blue eyes glazed with submission, shining with pride and desperate eagerness.
Even as she gagged around his cock, she refused to shy away. Instead, she pressed her tongue against him, swirling it in tight circles whenever he pulled back just enough to let her breathe.
slurp...
"Glk… glrk… slrp…"
Saliva dripped down her chin, her face flushed and messy, but she didn't care—not when he was watching her so intently.
drip
She began to move with him, timing her breaths between thrusts, her tongue dancing eagerly along the underside of his cock, determined to please him however she could.
schlk, schlk, schlk
Each time she gagged, she circled her tongue tighter, making wet, lewd noises that filled the room.
"Nchu… glrk… slrp…"
Jaeger grinned, pushing her head down farther, making her throat bulge impossibly with his size.
He loved watching her struggle and then seeing the spark of joy flash through her eyes when she realized she could take it all.
He set a slow, deliberate pace, letting her get used to the rhythm, letting her pride grow as she took him deeper than she'd ever thought possible.
Yamato's hands gripped his thighs for support, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and licked, drool spilling freely, her eyes locked on his face—hungry for approval, hungry for anything he'd give her.
slurp...chu...
And through it all, that dizzy sense of happiness only grew stronger. There was no pain—only the pleasure of serving, the joy of surrender, and the fierce pride of making him happy, even in the most humiliating way imaginable.
With one last, savage swing of his hips, Jaeger buried himself to the hilt inside Yamato's mouth.
The base of her nose squashed flush against his abdomen, her horns trapped in his fists as he seized them both—using her head like a handle, pinning her in place with total, humiliating control.
Yamato's vision swam. Her throat bulged around his girth, her jaw forced wider than she'd ever imagined possible.
glrk—glrk—glrk!
Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe, but there was a wild, almost ecstatic glimmer in her eyes... desperation, and something rawer, hotter, all mixing together as she fought not to choke.
Then Jaeger's grip tightened, his voice a guttural snarl above her.
"Don't even think about pulling back. You wanted this—now take it."
With a shuddering groan, he exploded, pumping thick, boiling-hot streams straight down her throat.
Throb! spurt!
The sheer amount was monstrous.
Yamato felt her belly swell, the pressure building with every pulse, her cheeks and throat stuffed full, her eyes rolling back as her mind short-circuited from the overload.
Her mouth was flooded, jaw aching, tongue pinned flat by the weight and heat pouring into her.
gush
It was too much—far too much. Some of it overflowed, spurting past her lips, dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.
drip… drip…
But Jaeger just laughed, yanking her horns to keep her impaled, making sure she drank as much as humanly possible.
"Swallow. All of it. Now."
She tried—God, she tried—gulping desperately, throat working in frantic waves as she swallowed again and again, doing everything she could to obey.
gulp gulp gulp
But it kept coming, wave after wave, hot and thick and utterly overwhelming.
Her belly felt bloated, stretched taut from the inside as it was filled, her face flushed bright red with the effort.
She gagged, coughed, sputtered, but she didn't dare pull away—not with Jaeger holding her so tight, not with his order still echoing in her ears.
Still, no matter how hard she fought to swallow, some of it inevitably spilled out—trailing down her neck, sticky and warm, leaving her a messy, dripping ruin.
splurt… splat…
When he finally finished, Jaeger let her go.
Yamato slumped forward, coughing and gasping for air, his cum leaking from her lips as she desperately tried to catch her breath.
cough cough!
Hah… hah…
He looked down at her—disheveled, filthy, her stomach visibly bulged from the sheer amount she'd swallowed. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, with cruel amusement and dark, possessive pride.
"Well, Yamato," he drawled, voice dripping with mockery, "maybe you're not completely useless after all. But next time, you'd better not spill a single drop."
plap
He wiped his cock against her face, marking her once more, then let her collapse in a heap at his feet—broken, humiliated, but strangely radiant, loss and shame twisting together in a storm behind her tear-streaked eyes.
And then, trembling, Yamato looked up at him through teary lashes.
"…Daddy…" she whispered, voice trembling. "Did I… make you happy?"
Jaeger froze.
The cruel smirk on his face faltered—just for a heartbeat. He stared down at her, caught off guard by the innocent, almost childlike sincerity in her eyes. That word, that tone—so raw, so unguarded—it wasn't part of the game.
He frowned, eyes narrowing as if trying to decipher a puzzle. "What… did you just say?"
Yamato's gaze darted down, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap. She almost seemed to shrink away, her usual boldness replaced by a kind of sheepish vulnerability.
"…Daddy?" she repeated, this time even softer, almost questioning herself.
T/N: I'm... Going to hell for this ;)
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