Midnight, crimson sheets, demon slayer tanjiro and kanao begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “demon slayer tanjiro and kanao” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please demon slayer tanjiro and kanao, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More demon slayer tanjiro and kanao, don’t stop demon slayer tanjiro and kanao!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m demon slayer tanjiro and kanao’s, only demon slayer tanjiro and kanao’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “demon slayer tanjiro and kanao screams “demon slayer tanjiro and kanao” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “demon slayer tanjiro and kanao” in worship.