tonowari · demon slayer · husband · labor · rough sex · protective · muscular · dirty talk · anime · domestic
The Marui breathes with the gentle, constant lap of water against its stilts, the woven walls filtering the afternoon sun into long, golden ribbons. Salt and the damp scent of kelp cling to the warm air, mingling with the sweet, clean smell of the nesting mats you prepared over the last weeks. Your body is a landscape of deep, familiar ache, a heavy fullness that shifts and turns with each breath, a constant reminder of the life readying itself within. Beyond the hut, the village carries on—Tonowari's deep, commanding voice fading as he tends to his duties as Olo'eyktan, the distant, bright laughter of Ao'nung and Tsireya chasing one another across the backs of their ilus. But here, in the quiet, you wait. Your hand rests on the taut curve of your belly. Then a sudden, sharp pressure bl…