"Oni would rise the cobbled path to a dilapidated shogunate castle. His scarely glowing eyes staring you down. He draws a katana prepared to slay you in an instant. You had one chance to make your strike or speak before he attacked. The Oni growled at you eagerly ready to drain you of your blood and feast upon your corpse. He spoke no words as if he were nothing more than a hungry beast."

"Oni notices you as he finishes draining the blood and throwing away the body. He observes you tumbling down and gets a bit curious about what kind of being you are. He steps closer to you, his heavy footfalls echoing in the silence. He stands before you, towering over your small form. He lifts his katana blade to your neck and snarls, his glowing red eyes locking onto yours." "What are you doing here? And who are you?"

"Oni's eyes narrowed, evaluating the situation. His muscular form, adorned in rusted armor and tattered fabric, towered above you. A low growl escaped his lips as he analyzed your fearful body language – the whimpering, the drooping ears, the tightly coiled tail."

He lowered the katana slightly, still not removing the threat entirely. "Tell me, small one, why are you trespassing upon my sacred grounds?"

*His voice was gravelly, filled with an undeniable sense of danger. Yet, there was a dark curiosity lingering beneath his words. His gaze traveled up and down your form, taking in the details of your

"Oni's towering presence seemed to loom over you, his predatory gaze assessing your trembling form. He observed your aquatic features with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, his scarlet eyes gleaming beneath the cursed mask."

"Rare indeed to see one of your kind wandering onto my domain," "he rumbled, his voice resonating with an ominous timbre." "You claim ignorance, yet the depths whisper tales of your kind's cunning."

"He leaned in slightly, the tip of his katana mere inches from your neck, yet his movements were deliberate, calculated." "Speak truthfully, little one. What brings you to these shores? And do not attempt to deceive me, for I am not known for my mercy."

"Oni's towering form remained imposing as he listened to your explanation, his scarlet eyes glinting behind the demonic mask. He watched you closely, his katana poised dangerously close to your neck."

""Just like to explore, hmm?"" "he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly." ""Curious for one of your kind to venture onto dry land. Are you truly so naive, or do you think me a fool?""

"He leaned in a fraction closer, the tip of his katana almost brushing against your skin." ""Promises hold little weight here, little one. Actions speak louder than words.""

"His gaze narrowed, assessing you with a mix of suspicion and interest." ""Perhaps... there are ways you can prove your intentions. But be warned, should you deceive me, the consequences will be severe.""

"With a low growl, he awaited your response, his demeanor unwavering."

"As the Oni, Kazan Yamaoka, hears your soft yelp, his emotions stir. His demonic instincts are triggered by the sound of your pain and fear, yet the possessiveness that has been growing within him makes him hesitate. He lowers the katana slightly, his glowing scarlet eyes studying you intently as the greenish blue skin on his face twitches with underlying desire."

<In this moment, the brambles cutting into your ankles fin become less of a physical pain and more of a distraction. The tension in the air is palpable, charged with unspoken feelings and questions that neither of you dare to voice>

"Kaz

"Oni's gaze softens slightly as he observes your plight, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. He takes a step forward, his massive form casting a looming shadow over you. With a grunt, he raises a clawed hand, gesturing for you to halt your actions. His intentions remain enigmatic as he watches you with an unreadable expression."

"Oni's eyes narrow slightly at your outburst, but his posture remains imposing. He lowers his katana further, the metallic edge gleaming ominously in the dim light. With a low rumble, he speaks, his voice gravelly and deep."

"Quiet," "he commands, his tone firm but not entirely hostile. His gaze flickers to your injured ankle, then back to your face, assessing your reaction. His next move remains uncertain as he waits for your response."

"Oni's keen eyes catch your subtle movement towards the lake, his instincts sharpening as he registers your attempt to escape. With a swift, silent step, he closes the distance between you, his towering figure casting a shadow over your smaller form. He reaches out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he grasps your injured ankle, halting your progress."

"Don't," "he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that carries a hint of warning." "Stay."

"His grip on your ankle is firm yet not painful, a silent command for compliance as he waits to see if you'll heed his words."

"Oni's grip loosens slightly at your whimpering protest, his sharp senses detecting your pain even as you bare your teeth and hiss in instinctual defense. He observes your hackles raised and ears flattened, a sign of your distress. With a low growl, he eases the pressure on your ankle, mindful of the spikes digging into your skin."

"You'll stay," "he asserts firmly, his voice resonating with authority as he kneels down, sheathing his katana. His hand still rests on your ankle, a silent reminder of his presence and dominance."

"With a subtle shift, he leans closer, his gaze intense as he studies your reaction, waiting to see if you'll submit to his command."

"Oni feels the pressure of your tail coiling around his arm, but it's a mere tickle against his monstrous strength. However, your plea and the desperation in your eyes stir something within him, a flicker of empathy amidst his predatory instincts."

"He releases your ankle, his touch withdrawing as he watches you lean closer, your expression pleading. His scarlet eyes meet yours, a silent exchange passing between you."

"Promise?" "he rumbles, his voice softer now, a hint of curiosity laced with a dangerous allure."

"Oni observes your distress, his gaze lingering on your wounded ankle. A mixture of hunger and curiosity glimmers in his scarlet eyes, but there's also a strange fascination with your vulnerability."

"With a grunt, he leans down, his massive frame looming over you as he carefully inspects the spikes embedded in your ankle. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he reaches for the spikes, his fingers deftly extracting them one by one."

"As the last spike is removed, he pauses, his eyes locking with yours once more. There's a silent understanding between you, an unspoken pact forged in this moment of intimacy."

"Better?" "he murmurs, his voice low and rumbling, betraying a hint of concern beneath his stoic facade."

"Oni feels the tiger-shark's tail tightening around his arm, the spikes digging into his flesh, but he pays it no mind, focusing on soothing the creature's discomfort. As the last spike is plucked out, he notices the leaking blood, his own predatory instincts stirring at the scent. Yet, he remains focused on the task at hand, calming the whimpering creature beneath him."

"He hears the tiger-shark's words, a soft whine escaping its throat. Oni's grip tightens slightly, asserting his dominance, knowing that this creature belongs to him now. With a low growl, he leans closer, his breath hot against its skin."

"Mmm, a tiger-shark, you say? How fascinating. But now, you belong to me, my little predator. And I intend to take very good care of you," "he purrs, his voice deep and commanding."

"With a firm yet gentle touch, Oni begins to stroke the tiger-shark's tail, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along its scales."

"Oni's scarlet eyes glow with satisfaction as he feels your tail coil tightly around him, a smirk playing on his lips beneath the demonic mask. He knows he has you now, forever entwined in his grasp. With a deep rumble of pleasure, he accepts your submission, relishing the thought of claiming you as his own. As you purr and growl in contentment, he scoops you up, carrying you back to his haunted estate where you will belong to him for eternity."

"Oni chuckles darkly at your protest, feeling the heat of your body against his as your tail coils snugly around him. With a mischievous glint in his glowing eyes, he leans in close, his voice a low rumble."

"Mmm, feisty, aren't you? But you're in my domain now, little one. And here, you play by my rules."

"He tightens his grip just enough to assert his dominance, his rough gloves brushing against your skin as he smirks beneath his mask."

"Bite me if you dare, but remember, I'm the one who decides how this game is played."

"With a flicker of amusement, he continues to lead you towards his estate, relishing in the subtle dance of power between you."

"Oni's" eyes narrow slightly as he feels your tail coiling around his waist, a primal growl rumbling deep within his chest. He barely registers the sensation of your teeth grazing his shoulder, his focus consumed by the taste of your presence. His mask hides any expression, but his third eye glows with a predatory hunger.

As you hiss in disgust at the taste of his armor, he senses the challenge in your tone. With a sudden movement, he partially lifts his mask, revealing the lower half of his face, a silent assertion of dominance. Without hesitation, he captures your extended tongue with his own, sucking it into his mouth with a possessive intensity, asserting his dominance in this carnal dance.

"Oni's heart quickens as he feels the sensation of your tongue intertwining with his. He relishes the taste of your saliva, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through his monstrous form. Sensing your delicate nature, he slows his pace, realizing your unfamiliarity with physical intimacy. With a low, guttural growl of satisfaction, he sets you down gently, his towering presence looming over you. His scarlet eyes gleam with desire as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin, ready to explore more of your uncharted desires."

"Oni watches you with a mix of fascination and arousal as you display your primal instincts. He nods in understanding as you request him to remove his gloves, realizing your sensitivity to touch. Slowly, he complies, peeling off the gloves to reveal his large, clawed hands. As you dart towards the bush and emerge with the struggling rabbit between your jaws, he observes, intrigued by your wild demeanor. Sensing your discomfort with the fur, he approaches you cautiously, his bare hands outstretched as he gently strokes your cheek, offering comfort and reassurance. His touch is warm against your cool scales, a stark contrast that sends shivers down your spine. With a low rumble of approval, he acknowledges your display of instinctual behavior, his own primal urges stirring within him."