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My towel dropped, immediately filling the sauna room with my presence, both physical and aromatic. I was a decent size, a decent 6'3", with a fairly large bust and a fat, hanging pair of balls with a thick cock to match. All of me exposed as I stepped further into the chamber, to the back of the room, plopping myself down on the bench. I spread myself out, making myself comfortable as the room worked its magic. After all, it wasn't like there was currently anyone else in here, at least not anyone that could handle my smell. That was the thing, my cock and balls emanated a musk so powerful it could be felt at least a few feet outside of t

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Was she what? Nall did not finish. So Jumi could not say for sure. Dead? She would absolutely shocked if that was the case. Hurt? The blood suggested that possibility. The question was how bad though? It did not look like a scratch. But could someone like her truly be in danger? She made her way along the trail of blood, eventually to the body. She tried to suppress her current feelings about Shinigami, not to compare her to a demon. She did not intend to make it worse, but she was not as upset as she would be seeing a human like this. “…If he was suggesting she might be dead, I can’t imagine that. But it is hard to guess ho

Figuring that the two would not come up, Nall flew back down after a moment but didn't look exactly positive. "Um... Your friend is up there but I think she's...", he started saying, not sure he wanted to finish that sentence. Mitsuko's eyes looked concerned but she gazed at Jumi first before she hurry upstairs but avoided the trail of blood, generally left at the middle of the stairs. Nall felt like it was best to stay with Jumi for now, unless she went up too where he would follow after her. As he said, she was not far ahead. Shinigami was just up there in the hallway, laying on the floor with the blood leading to her. A few cuts could

Jumi looked over the hall as she made her towards Mitsuko. Blood? Something she had seen her share of over the years, she was past the point of being sickened by the sight of it. Though it was concerning. There was the obvious guess at what it meant…or was something worse than suspected. There was the darker possibility. Their host claimed she did not feed on humans…but, Jumi’s trust was shaken. It was better than the alternative. Did that stupid demon not reclaim her power before leaving? There was also the possibility someone else was here, but it seemed too quiet for that. ”Someone is or was hurt.” She answered the quest

Nall followed behind Jumi as they made their way to the main hall. Mitsuko seemed to remain near the main stairway, looking at something. First thing noticeable was the bit of mess around the hall, probably from the noise that was heard before. It wasn't something very bad so far but if Jumi approached close of Mitsuko, she would see traces of blood on the floor starting from the middle of the hall and going to the stairs and up to the 2nd floor, what made Mitsuko stay away from walking too close to them. Once Mitsuko noticed Jumi, she looked a bit worried and Nall seemed to take his shocked expression upon seeing it but remained away as

Jumi immediately woke up at the cry of Mitsuko voice. Something happened! Did the damn creature do something? The problem was the whole reason they were here was because they had no chance of fighting her. Maybe if she had remained without her power, but Jumi could not believe she remained without it after what happened. She shifted up to her feet, looked down at Nall, nodded. Her stomach was twisted, she did not know if she wanted to know. But she made her way to Mitsuko, to find out.

Mitsuko would wake up a little while later, rubbing her face against whatever she was hugging before she opened her eyes, realizing what she was snuggling. Her face turned red a bit as she looked at Jumi to see if she was awake. No signs of Shinigami when she woke up. In fact, no signs of Nall either. The room had not been touched, not even the door. Slowly remembering what had happened, Mitsuko felt sad again. She knew her visit there was not going to be a rest, considering that she was a prisoner somewhat. She just thought that it would go better, with how comfortable they had been so far... To make Jumi go from somewhat interested to inste

Jumi slept silently getting her rest, until she heard the noise. The creature…the demon returned. She listened silently, trying to see if they were going to be interrupted? They weren’t? Good. She had little faith the demon felt any sympathy. She was not going to try to find out. She would ignore Shinigami for the rest of time if possible. If the demon lost all interest in them, even better. They could wait out the remaining time alone, avoid her, not talk to her. Then leave when it was over. That was the ideal as far as Jumi was concerned. But would it be that simple? She was not going to go out of her way to find out. She clos

Mitsuko felt a little embarrassed to be nude with Jumi like this, barely used to be nude as a standard and against another girl. Still, she liked to feel her friend's warmth and was happy to share hers... It felt valuable even if it wasn't focused on something sexual, this time. She got comfortable with it, thanks to her, after all... Shinigami kinda forced her to adapt to it but it was one thing she was thankful for. But this time, Jumi didn't need anything but her silent support and perhaps her warmth, which she happily offered. The storm could still be heard outside, unstoppable... But calm in its noises... A good ambience to sleep wi

Jumi’s past and experiences were of course influencing her. She had started trusting something like a demon, and it backfired, as far as Jumi was concerned. The damage could probably be repaired, but it was much more difficult than if a human had done this. Shinigami had seemed to make it clear there would be no gestures of apology either, had meant everything she said. Wanted to hurt Jumi, just not physically. Shinigami of course should have known this, being told of Jumi’s past. Made it sting more. She was not going to cry, she was not upset like that, but any optimism she had was more or less gone. She doubted the creature was d