Meeting Hoshoa

Guys! I'm blown away by the response to chapter 1, and I'm so glad you're enjoying Hoshoka as much as I am. She's a real treat and I'm looking forward to writing a LOT more involving her sexual adventures. Anyways, here's chapter 2! I hope you love it and look forward to hearing from you!

CW: Monsterfucking (human male/Japanese Oni female), femdom, mild foot fetishism, size difference, BBWs, dommy mommy play, mostly-nonsexual references to eating people (vore isn't really my thing, but it fits Hoshoka too well to leave it entirely out), the word "cunt" used to refer to vulva and vagina, later on in the story there's going to be some food play/feederism. Just a head's up.

***

Honestly, I was surprised at how well I was taking this. The very forward, dominant, sexy woman I'd hooked up with last night was a...monster? Demon? She'd referenced the possibility of eating me, which was admittedly a frightening prospect; but on the other hand, she seemed a lot more interested in sucking my cock than she was in killing me. So that was good...I guess.

Staggering my way into the kitchen, I found a clean cup and filled it from the tap. I drank it down, filled it again, and drank the second. My mouth felt less scummed with alcohol and sleep now; scraping a finger over my tongue I cleared a few long, straggled pubic hairs away. Rummaging around in the cupboard I found a plastic pitcher; given Hoshoka's size I figured trying to bring her a cup of water wasn't going to do much. I filled it up and carried it back up the stairs.

Hoshoka was sprawled across the bed, snoring heavily when I came in. Apparently she didn't miss me that much in the few minutes I was gone. I put the pitcher down on the night stand and took the opportunity to admire her body. I'll be honest, the part of me that was scared of her was a tiny fraction of the part of me that was massively turned on by her.

Demon or not, she was fucking hot. Now, granted, I've never been a fan of the airbrushed, plastic-enhanced beauties pushed in magazines and on TV as the feminine ideal; despite not being human, Hoshoka felt so much more real than that, in part because her boobs flopped into her armpits when she was on her back, and the stretchmarks around her navel or the fact that one pussy lip was visibly longer than the other. I picked up her phone and put it down when I realized I couldn't unlock it; finding mine, I pulled up ChowDash and thumbed through delivery options.

After a few minutes' consideration, I ordered her three family platters of fried chicken and waffles and a breakfast combo for myself. Order placed, I turned my attention back to her.

I touched her shoulder, bringing an annoyed whine from her and her eyes scrunching tighter. "Hey, Hoshoka," I said, as she rolled on to her side facing away from me.

"Breakfast is on its way. Hope you like chicken and waffles. And I have water for you to help the hangover."

She turned her head and half-opened one eye, looking at me over her shoulder. You could see the math equations in her head as she debated continuing to ignore me versus accepting the water.

"What is 'waffles'?" she asked, her bare back still turned to me.

"It's a sweet batter cooked in a press to make like, a cake kind of thing that you put butter, syrup, fruit, powdered sugar or whatever on. This has fried chicken and a mix of sweet syrup and spicy sauce on it," I explained.

Hoshoka swiftly rolled over to face me, smiling sweetly and looking up at me through half-closed eyes.

"That sounds fucking amazing," she said, "you Americans eat to put the emperors of old to shame."

"Yeah, we're a culture of fat fucks," I replied with a shrug. She cackled a little and sat up.

"Oni like me are absolute hedonists," she said as she accepted the pitcher of water from me. Gulping it down, she continued, "we live for the pleasures of unlimited excess - rich food, good booze, fucking anyone and anything that catches our eye. I haven't seen a lot of your world yet, but what I have shows me that you've got a culture that could fucking sate the average oni's desires. You're turning into us, and that fact makes my pussy fucking soaked." Even just sitting, she was smiling down at me. She opened her legs and ran a finger down her slit, holding it up to show me the streamer of slick that linked her fingertip to her pussy. Instantly my cock was hard again, tenting my boxers.

She laughed sweetly, and very tenderly leaned in and kissed my bulge through the fabric. "That's my good boy," she said. "We'll make an oni out of you, yes we will."

Straightening up, she waggled a finger - the finger that still had a thin droplet of slick hanging off it - at me.

"But taking care of your fat cock is going to wait until Mama Hoshoka gets some fucking food in her."

***

The food arrived, and Hoshoka, still fully nude, crept down the stairs after I'd brought it in to join me. Still hungover, she growled appreciatively when she saw the amount of food I'd ordered for her.

"Good estimate on my appetite, young man," she said between mouthfuls of fried chicken. "Fucking my delivery driver might be the best decision I've made in a while." She eschewed forks entirely, picking up chicken and waffles with her hands, dunking it in syrup and hot sauce and tearing off bites with her teeth. Which, I noticed, looked very sharp and shark-like, in addition to her two upward-jutting tusks. I started questioning the wisdom of letting her give me another blowjob after this. I watched her while I ate my breakfast, and didn't bother trying to defend when she snatched a piece of chicken from my to-go box. She was bigger and stronger than I was, who the fuck was I to get between her and food?

She seemed to read my thoughts as she ate the pilfered piece of chicken. "Awww, now I feel bad," she said; I couldn't read whether her tone was sincere or sarcastic, but maybe a mix of both. "Don't worry Dave, I won't help myself to any more of your food. And Mama will definitely make it up to you."

Making eye contact with me, she lifted one breast to her mouth, sloppily licking an errant drip of syrup off of it; her tongue seemed impossibly long and was a dark blue color, shining with spit as she flicked at her own nipple with it. My cock twitched watching this display. She released her boob, letting it flop against her ribs with a wet slap, and started an incredibly lewd display of slowly licking each of her fingers in turn.

"You're filthy," I said with a chuckle.

"You like it," she retorted with a sly grin. "Besides, I've seen what passes for pornography these days. You sick fucks are inventive and I love it."

"Oh? What have you seen - and how did you end up here?" I asked. I was genuinely curious; even three days ago I would have called oni, demons, ogres, etc. things of folklore and fiction - and now I've had my cock sucked and ridden by one.

Hoshoka belched and rubbed her belly in satisfaction. "All these questions from my good boy," she mused, making a big show of examining her long, pointed nails. "Would you rather have answers to all your questions...or would you rather I give you that long, slow, sloppy blowjob I promised you in exchange for feeding Mama?"

That was a challenging question to answer. I glanced down at my cock, half-hard and undecided whether to continue rising or not; she had drained my balls hard the night before, and I wasn't sure I was ready for another round just yet.

"Let's talk about how you got here first," I said finally, "and after that we'll have another round of sucking and fucking. Sound fair?"

Hoshoka pouted dramatically. "You have the iron discipline of a monk," she teased. "I hope you've got the single-minded depravity of an abbott as well."

Sprawling back across the couch with her long legs splayed wide, she yawned and said, "fine then. Ask me your questions, young man. Mama promised you answers, and she'll deliver."

Sitting across from her (with a full, appreciative view of her bush and slightly-spread pussy lips), I took a deep breath.

"OK, first off. You're an oni - like an actual, Japanese oni?"

"Pffft. What do you think? Yes, young man, I am an Oni - from Hokkaido, originally."

"How did you end up here?" I followed up, gesturing at the room. "I mean, from what I know about you, the hentai collection seems appropriate, but, like...oni are understood as mythological creatures, like elves."

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"So this is a little embarrassing to admit," she began, "but around five hundred years ago I was having a great time in Hokkaido, drinking, fucking men to death and then eating their bodies, pissing in village wells - oh calm down, if I was going to eat you, don't you think I'd have done so already? Anyways, this fat little priest showed up and challenged me to a drinking contest. Me! Hoshoka of the Iron Belly! I laughed in his stupid little face and told him I'd drink him under the table, chew his cock off and show it to him before eating him."

I could hear the annoyance and frustration in her voice as she paused.

"Little fucking bastard priest tricked me," she continued. "He had a nice little bottle of sake, and offered me a barrel. Said this way it would be fair. First one to empty their vessel would be the winner. Not a problem, I thought. I drank barrels of booze like this for breakfast. Except there was some enchantment on it - it tasted like shit and I couldn't get through it. I chugged and chugged and chugged and all of the sudden I hear him hiccup and say, "I have finished." I put my barrel down and I've barely made a dent in it. It's still filled almost to the brim. I'm pissed as hell but a deal's a deal. I tell him he's won, and what prize would he like? To stick his priestly cock in my delicious asshole? Some rival abbott smashed to a paste under my iron club? Oh no. Not this little fucker. Fucking priest binds me into an iron statue and throws me in a box. I'm bound by the enchantments on this stupid fucking statue and trapped. Incorporeal, so I don't even have a cunt to rub to pass the time."

Hoshoka let out a long sigh like a train whistle. "The box ended up in a temple, five hundred years pass, the temple's broke and decommissioned and the box containing the statue, containing me - going absolutely fucking bonkers from the isolation, believe me - gets sold off. Somehow or another, it gets bought by the

gaijin

who owned this house - in hindsight, a delectably ogrish individual. Fat, oily, dedicated to self-abuse through gluttony and pornography. My kind of human, all things considered. This is all his pornography stacked up on the shelves here, and when I wear clothing it's stuff I've pulled from his closet - if it doesn't reek too strongly of sweat and hog piss. I do have standards, after all. Well, anyways, the rusty statue crumbled in his fat little hands when he unboxed it. Releasing me from my bindings at long last. I, uh...well, young man, your sweet and lovable Mama Hoshoka went absolutely fucking feral when I got out.

"I manifested and jumped the guy, helping myself to his body. I'm pretty sure he was already dead before my second orgasm, but honestly I wasn't paying much attention until somewhere around the twelfth or fifteenth time I climaxed. My primary need thus satisfied, I discovered myself ravenously hungry after five centuries of starvation in prison. Well, I figured why let a few hundred pounds of well-marbled human flesh go to waste? Back home I would have needed to eat a priest or a nobleman to get delicious fatty meat like this. I ate everything, including his bones. And then I fucking rubbed my cunt to the memory of how good his meat tasted. Oh, sorry young man, was that detail too visceral for your tender and delicate sensibilities? I'll lick your prostate until you stop caring, Dave. Believe me. Fucking brat boy, how about a little respect for Mama and some sympathy for her needs?"

I coughed, and held my hands up in submission. "No judgment here, Mama. You did what you had to do," I said, trying to placate the very large ogre now glaring at me from her place on the couch. Also the whole "lick your prostate" thing had me very curious. And turned on.

Settling back down, Hoshoka continued. "Fucked and fed, I started to explore the house. I was able to read a lot of the pornographic illustrations on the wall; apparently the fat fuck who released me was very interested in Japanese culture and history. Or at least interested in Japanese schoolgirls. I started teaching myself English, which seems to be the primary language around here, using books he had laying around. I've always been a devastatingly intelligent and clever woman with amazing tits, so I picked the language up quickly and easily. I also picked up that glowing tablet you call a "phone." I soon figured out how to make food - delicious, rich, fatty food, the kind that every oni in Hell would cream their loincloths for - arrive right at the door. And that, my dear sweet Dave, is where you come in."

That made a lot of sense. It explained the croaking, hesitant voice the first time she spoke to me versus the more polished, confident voice I heard the second time. I didn't know what to make of enchantments and spiritual prisons but I figured I didn't need to know the details of how all that worked. The fact that she was lounging here in front of me seemed like evidence enough of her claims. And it explained the mountains of hentai. This definitely seemed like a weeb house.

"So, uh, not that I'm complaining or anything like that...but why won't you eat me, if you were fine eating him?"

She chuckled. "Well Dave, my sweet boy," she teased, "it's because you fuck so damn good I just couldn't dream of eating you. But seriously, I guess it's a combination of factors; I do like you, one. Two, the food I get delivered tastes so much better than even a priest or a virgin princess ever has. If I eat my delivery drivers they'll stop delivering delicious food to me here. And three, I dunno; maybe I'm mellowing in my MILF-y old age? It's more interesting to fuck and talk with you than it is to fuck you and eat you."

"Well, I definitely appreciate all of that," I said. "Also: why would a virgin princess taste better?"

She laughed and sat up to look at me better. With a wide, sharky grin, she said, "Well, wouldn't you enjoy a sandwich more knowing that it wasn't full of jism?" I had to concede her point there.

"I'm impressed with your fortitude, by the way," she said, "you saw me in my full oni glory while delivering my pizzas - amazing fucking food, incidentally. Love it - and didn't panic or freak out. I came close to losing my grip on the human form I was wearing last night when you started licking my cunt, and I fought so hard to stay human for you - I didn't want you to run before we were done. And this morning you took it all in stride - and you're still here! That makes me very happy, sweet boy." She stretched one leg towards me and rubbed her long, bare foot against my groin, letting her pointed nails prick against the fabric of my shirt and jeans.

"You like this?" She asked, "the phone had a lot of pictures of women's feet on it - wearing stockings, stomping on food, which, kinky, I like it, or drizzled with semen. Do feet do something special for men in this era?"

"Uh, well, some guys get really into feet," I conceded. "It's not my kink, but I'm not going to say no to what you're doing right now."

Hoshoka smirked at me. "That's what I like to hear. A man who knows what depravity he wants to get up to, but won't turn down other depravity." She wiggled her toes against my bulge playfully, then brought her other leg up and ran that foot along my inner thigh.

"Hmmm," she mused, "I wonder if I can..." She fumbled at my zipper, trying to grab the pull tab between two toes. After a few missed attempts, she managed to grab hold and triumphantly pulled the zipper down.

"That's right, your Mama is amazing and talented," she preened, laughing at her own success. Using both feet in tandem, she then unbuttoned the button on my jeans. Sitting up straighter and resting the balls of her feet lightly on the floor, she gave me a smile. "Now take those off for Mama."

I pulled down my jeans and boxers, my cock already erect and ready for her attention. "That's my good boy," she purred as she slithered off the couch on to the floor, crawling towards me on her hands and knees.

"You got me a good breakfast, and I promised you I'd suck your fat human cock until you forgot how to walk. Did you think Mama wasn't going to make good on her promises?" She licked her lips, that long blue tongue dancing across her tusks.

"Oh no, Mama, I know you're good for it," I said, my cock quivering at the sight of her. "But, uh, I gotta be honest, little nervous about those teeth..."

She giggled. "Oh, these?" she said, smiling impossibly wide to show off rows of sharp triangular teeth. I nodded, she giggled again, and smacked her lips once or twice. "How about now?" she asked, smiling again to reveal ordinary human teeth between her tusks, complete with the slight gap between the front two that had caught my attention yesterday. I nodded appreciatively, and she laughed. "Did you forget that Mama's a shapeshifter, sweet boy?"

"I, uh, guess I hadn't thought about that," I said, my eyes meeting hers as she continued her sensual crawl towards me. "You'll have to forgive me that I haven't had sex with any shapeshifters before..."

"You're in for a treat if you stick with me then..." her lips met around the head of my cock, and I felt the tip of her tongue tease against my slit. She watched me for a moment to gauge my reaction and then her orange eyes drifted shut in satisfaction as she luxuriated in the taste and feel of my cock in her mouth. She moaned appreciatively as she slid down my shaft until her lips were firmly planted at the base. I understood a lot more of the tongue action I'd felt during yesterday's blowjob now; once again her tongue was swirling and wrapping completely around my shaft, even gently stroking me in its wet coil.

As amazing as the blowjob she'd given me yesterday was, this surpassed it in every imaginable way. I could feel saliva spilling over her lower lip onto my balls as she slurped and sucked and pressed her nose into my pelvis to ensure she was taking me as deep as I could go. She was moaning around my cock, her eyes still closed. My hands found their way into her long black hair, combing my fingers through it and massaging her scalp as she blew me. Her hair felt more oily as an oni than it had when she was masquerading as a human; not in a bad way, not greasy, almost just as a consequence of how dense it was. I could feel the sheer weight of her hair in my hands and the fact that she had easily five feet of it was amazing to me.

She broke the seal of her lips around my cock and pulled back, panting and wiping spittle from her lips. She gave me a wet smile, and said, "Two things, young man. One, go ahead and hold on to my horns if you want to. Two, this isn't yesterday; I want you to cum in my mouth - I want to taste your spunk and I want you to watch me swallow it all. Deal?" I could only nod; there was not enough blood going to my brain to form words.

"Now, Mama's going to do something that she knows no human woman's ever done for you. Hold tight, cutie!" She put her mouth back on my cock and wrapped her arms around my thighs, putting my legs over her shoulders. She rose to a standing position, lifting me up as easily as I'd pick up a housecat. I instinctively grabbed her horns and held on tight as she held me eight feet off the ground while slurping noisily between my thighs, her nose buried in my pubic hair. I'd never felt so vulnerable during sex before; there was an automatic gut fear that she'd drop me for sure, but at the same time I could feel the obvious power in her arms and back, and it was clear she was having zero issues holding me up. I started to relax and enjoy myself, quickly starting to revel in the sensation of being totally helpless to do anything except receive this incredible slurping, wet blowjob. If anything, I realized I felt really safe in Hoshoka's arms; I trusted her not to drop me the same way she trusted me not to freak out about her being a shapeshifting monster.