It was a balmy evening in the mountains, the sun dipping below the jagged peaks, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber. Nezuko Kamado and Mitsuri Kanroji had just wrapped up a brutal mission slaying demons, their bodies aching and spirits in need of a lift. What better way to unwind than a soak in a secluded hot spring they’d stumbled upon?
As they neared the entrance, Mitsuri stretched her arms high, her ample breasts straining against her uniform as she let out a dramatic sigh. “Ohhh, I can’t wait to sink into that steamy water! My legs feel like they’re gonna fall off after all that running.”
Nezuko, her bamboo muzzle resting lightly in her mouth, nodded with a muffled hum. “Mmm-hmm. Me too. Hope it’s quiet.”
“Don’t you worry, Nezuko-chan,” Mitsuri chirped, tossing her a playful wink. “I scouted this spot myself. It’s our little secret—no boys, no demons, just us girls soaking away the stress.”
They stepped into the changing area, the air thick with the earthy scent of mineral water drifting in from the springs. As they began to peel off their sweat-soaked clothes, Nezuko couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Mitsuri. The Love Hashira’s figure was a sight to behold—lush curves, tits that bounced slightly as she tugged off her top, and hips that swayed naturally as she bent to kick off her boots. Nezuko felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of curiosity and something warmer she couldn’t quite name.
Mitsuri caught her mid-stare and grinned, hands on her hips. “What’s that look, Nezuko-chan? Like what you see?”
Nezuko’s cheeks flared red, and she whipped her head away, fumbling with her own kimono. “Mmph! S-sorry, didn’t mean to—”
“Oh, relax!” Mitsuri laughed, her voice bright and teasing. “We’re both girls here. No need to act like I caught you stealing mochi from the kitchen.”
They finished stripping down, wrapping themselves in thin towels that clung to their damp skin, and padded out to the hot spring. Steam curled up from the water’s surface, swirling in the cool evening air like a lover’s whisper. The pool was nestled between smooth rocks, surrounded by lush greenery—a perfect hideaway.
Nezuko dipped a toe in first, then slid in with a soft * splash *, letting out a contented “Mmmph” as the heat seeped into her tired muscles. Mitsuri followed, easing herself down beside her, their shoulders brushing. “Told ya it’d be worth it,” she said, leaning back with a sigh. “This is paradise.”
For a while, they just soaked, the only sounds the gentle * drip-drip * of water from a nearby rock and the occasional chirp of a cricket. Then Mitsuri, ever the spark of energy, turned to Nezuko with a glint in her eye. “Hey, wanna play a game?”
Nezuko tilted her head, curious. “Mmm? Game?”
“Truth or dare,” Mitsuri declared, splashing the water lightly with her fingers. “But since we’re in a hot spring, let’s spice it up a bit. Truths have to be * brutally * honest, and dares… well, they’ve gotta be naughty.”
Nezuko’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck that had nothing to do with the heat. “Naughty?”
“Yup!” Mitsuri grinned. “You in?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Nezuko nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Okay.”
“Sweet! You start. Truth or dare?”
“Um… truth,” Nezuko mumbled, her voice soft through the bamboo.
Mitsuri tapped her chin, thinking. “Alright, easy one to warm up—have you ever kissed anyone?”
Nezuko shook her head. “Mmph. No.”
“What, * really *? Not even a little peck?”
“Nope.”
Mitsuri gasped dramatically. “No way! You’re adorable—how has no one swooped in to smooch you yet?”
Nezuko shrugged, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Mmm. Dunno.”
“Fair enough. Your turn!”
“Truth or dare?” Nezuko asked.
“Dare,” Mitsuri shot back, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Nezuko paused, then pointed at the water. “Splash me.”
Mitsuri burst out laughing. “That’s it? Too easy!” She scooped up a handful of water and flung it at Nezuko with a * sploosh *, who squeaked and retaliated with a splash of her own. Soon, they were giggling like kids, water flying everywhere in a playful war.
Once they settled down, Mitsuri wiped a droplet from her cheek. “My turn. Truth or dare?”
Feeling bolder, Nezuko said, “Dare.”
Mitsuri’s grin widened. “I dare you to let me wash your back.”
Nezuko blinked. “Mmm? Here?”
“Perfect place for it!” Mitsuri grabbed a small towel and a bar of soap from the edge. “Turn around, let’s get you squeaky clean.”
Nezuko complied, facing away as Mitsuri lathered up the towel. The first touch of her hands sent a shiver down Nezuko’s spine, the gentle scrubbing more intimate than she’d expected. Mitsuri leaned in close, her breath warm against Nezuko’s ear. “Your skin’s so soft, Nezuko-chan. Like silk.”
Mitsuri’s hands slid lower, kneading the tension from her lower back. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” Nezuko sighed, melting into the touch.
After a few blissful minutes, Mitsuri patted her shoulder. “All done! Your turn.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Mitsuri said, settling back.
Nezuko thought for a sec. “Most embarrassing thing you’ve done?”
Mitsuri giggled, covering her mouth. “Oh, easy. I once walked in on Zenitsu changing—totally by accident! He shrieked like a banshee, tripped over his hakama, and landed face-first in a pile of laundry. I thought he was under attack!”
Nezuko snorted through her muzzle, picturing it. “Mmmph! That’s hilarious.”
“Right? Poor guy didn’t talk to me for a week,” Mitsuri said, still chuckling. “Okay, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to float on your back for ten seconds.”
Nezuko nodded and leaned back, letting the water buoy her up. But as she did, her towel slipped, nearly exposing her perky tits. She flailed, grabbing it with a panicked * splash *, and sat up red-faced.
Mitsuri laughed. “Close call! You almost gave me a free show.”
“Mmmph! Too close,” Nezuko muttered, adjusting the towel.
“Your turn.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Mitsuri said.
“Ever had a crush?” Nezuko asked.
Mitsuri’s cheeks pinked up. “Yeah… Obanai Iguro. The Serpent Hashira.”
Nezuko’s eyes widened. “Mmm! Him?”
“Uh-huh. He’s all brooding and cool—I can’t help it!” Mitsuri sighed dreamily. “He doesn’t know, though. I’m too chicken to say anything.”
“You should,” Nezuko said, encouragingly.
“Maybe someday. For now, it’s your turn—truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Mitsuri’s tone softened. “What’s your deepest desire?”
Nezuko paused, her gaze distant. “Mmm… protect Tanjiro. Help him be human again. But also… feel everything. Live.”
The game rolled on, each round peeling back layers. Mitsuri dared Nezuko to ditch her towel for a full minute, and though Nezuko hesitated, she did it, baring her slender frame and small, firm tits to the steamy air. Mitsuri whistled playfully, easing her nerves.
Then came Mitsuri’s turn again. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Nezuko said, heart thumping.
Mitsuri leaned in, voice a husky whisper. “I dare you to let me kiss you.”
Nezuko froze. “Mmm? Kiss?”
“Just a little one,” Mitsuri said, eyes warm. “If you’re okay with it.”
Nezuko swallowed, then nodded. “Mmph. Okay.”
Mitsuri cradled Nezuko’s face, her touch gentle as she pressed their lips together. It was soft, sweet, a * mwah * of warmth that made Nezuko’s head spin. When they parted, Mitsuri smiled. “How was that?”
“Nice,” Nezuko breathed. “Really nice.”
The air crackled between them. Mitsuri bit her lip. “Can I… do it again?”
Nezuko nodded, and this time the kiss deepened, tongues tangling with a wet * slurp *. Nezuko’s hands found Mitsuri’s waist, pulling her closer, while Mitsuri’s fingers traced her spine. A soft * mmm * escaped Nezuko’s throat.
When they broke apart, panting, Mitsuri’s eyes were dark with want. “Nezuko… I wanna make you feel good. Can I?”
Nezuko’s pulse raced. “Mmm… yes.”
Mitsuri guided her to a shallow spot, settling Nezuko against a smooth rock with her legs parted. The water lapped at their waists as Mitsuri knelt between her thighs, fingers teasing the sensitive skin there. “You’re gorgeous,” she murmured, peeling away Nezuko’s towel to reveal her bare pussy, already glistening.
Nezuko watched, breathless, as Mitsuri leaned down, her tongue flicking out with a tentative * lick *. The sensation hit like lightning, and Nezuko gasped, “Ah!”
Mitsuri hummed, lapping at Nezuko’s folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. * Slurp, slurp *. Nezuko’s hands gripped the rock, a needy * whimper * spilling out. “Mitsuri… so good…”
“Glad you like it,” Mitsuri purred against her skin, sliding a finger into Nezuko’s tight, wet heat with a * squish *. Nezuko’s hips jerked, chasing the feeling.
Another finger joined the first, pumping steadily as Mitsuri’s lips closed around Nezuko’s clit, sucking with a wet * pop . Nezuko’s moans grew louder, echoing off the rocks— “Ohhh, Mitsuri!” *
“You’re so tight,” Mitsuri teased, curling her fingers just right. “Gonna cum for me?”
“Y-yes!” Nezuko gasped, her body trembling. “I’m—ahh!”
With a final * suck * and thrust, Nezuko shattered, her pussy clenching hard around Mitsuri’s fingers as she came with a loud * “Mitsuri!” * Waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her dazed and panting.
Mitsuri eased up, licking her lips with a satisfied * mmm *, and pulled Nezuko into a warm hug. “How was that, huh?”
“Amazing,” Nezuko panted, nuzzling into her. “Never felt… anything like it.”
They cuddled there, the water soothing their heated skin, until Nezuko looked up shyly. “Mmm… can I try? For you?”
Mitsuri’s eyes lit up. “You want to?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
They swapped places, Mitsuri leaning back with a lazy grin as Nezuko settled between her legs. She parted Mitsuri’s thighs, marveling at her shaved pussy, pink and slick. Tentatively, she leaned in, giving a soft * lick * that drew a low * “Ohh” * from Mitsuri.
“Keep going,” Mitsuri encouraged, voice breathy. Nezuko licked again, bolder now, tasting her sweetness with a * slurp . She found Mitsuri’s clit and sucked gently— pop *—making Mitsuri gasp, “Yes, right there!”
Nezuko slid two fingers inside, pumping slowly as her tongue flicked faster. Mitsuri’s hands tangled in her hair, hips rocking with a needy * grind . “Nezuko, you’re— ahh *—a natural!”
Pride swelled in Nezuko’s chest as she worked harder, fingers squishing in and out, tongue relentless. Mitsuri’s moans peaked—* “Nezuko, I’m cumming!” *—and she climaxed with a shuddering cry, her juices flooding Nezuko’s mouth.
Nezuko lapped it up, then crawled up to snuggle into Mitsuri’s arms. “Was that… okay?”
“Okay? It was * incredible *,” Mitsuri said, kissing her forehead with a soft * peck *. “You’re a quick learner.”
Wrapped in each other’s warmth, the steam cloaking them like a secret, they knew this night was just the start of something wild and wonderful.
