Day 1: The Encounter
The setting sun painted the rural road in shades of orange and purple when Kenji spotted the staggering figure on the shoulder. At first, he thought it was someone drunk, given the clumsy way they moved, but as he got closer, he recognized something different: a young woman with disheveled platinum blonde hair, red horns sprouting from her head, and a body that defied all reasonable proportions.
Her hips were obscenely wide, supporting a rear so voluminous it seemed to have a life of its own, swaying with each determined but uncoordinated step as if her legs didn't quite remember how to walk. She wore tattered clothes stained with dirt.
Kenji stopped his truck.
"Need help?" he asked, rolling down the window.
The young woman turned toward him with a jerky movement. Her yellow eyes gleamed with a mixture of relief and instant arrogance.
"Gwahahaha! Of course Power needs help!" she declared, pointing at him. "Power has been walking through this boring land for centuries! Days! Hours! Human! Take Power to eat! Power is hungry! VERY HUNGRY!"
Her stomach growled audibly, betraying her grandiose words.
"Get in," Kenji said with a smile. "I have food at home. My name is—"
"Power doesn't need to know humans' names!" she snapped, but she was already opening the door with too much enthusiasm, clumsily climbing into the seat. Her rear hit the seat so hard the truck tilted. "Whoaaa! This carriage is weird!"
"It's a truck," Kenji said, starting the engine.
"Gwahaha! Power knew that! Power was just testing you!"
As he drove, Power pressed her face against the window like an excited child.
"Look at those giant beasts!" she shouted, pointing at some cows.
"They're cows."
"Power knows! Power knows all beasts!" She paused. "...What's a cow?"
Kenji smiled. This girl was strange, but there was something genuinely entertaining about her chaotic energy.
Upon arriving at his modest country house, Power jumped out of the vehicle. Her hip hit the doorframe with a loud thud.
"Ow! Stupid door!" she yelled, kicking it. "Why do humans make doors so small?!"
"Most people don't have your... proportions."
"Proportions??" Power looked down, inspecting her body. "Ah! You mean Power's magnificent body! Gwahaha! It's true! Power is perfect!"
When she passed by a side table, her rear bumped it, sending a vase crashing to the floor where it shattered.
"Gwah!" Power jumped, looking at the remains. For a moment she seemed guilty, but quickly recovered her composure. "That weak vase didn't deserve to be in the same room as Power! Well done, Power's butt!"
"Sure," Kenji muttered, sweeping up the pieces.
In the kitchen, when Power smelled the stew reheating, she practically jumped on the table.
"FOOD! POWER SMELLS FOOD! GIVE GIVE GIVE!"
When Kenji placed the plate in front of her, Power attacked it like a starving animal. No utensils. No manners. Shoving handfuls of stew into her mouth, sauce dripping down her chin.
"Mmm! Mmph! Nom nom nom!"
"Hey, slow down or—"
Power choked violently, coughing and beating her chest. Kenji patted her back.
"P-Power is fine!" she coughed, eyes watering. "Power was just... testing the texture! To make sure it was worthy of Power!"
"Sure. Here." He passed her a fork.
Power looked at it as if it were an alien object. She held it with a closed fist like a knife. Her first attempt to spear meat resulted in the piece flying through the air and landing in her hair.
"Gwaaa! This tool is broken!" She threw the fork down. "Power will use her hands! Power's hands are superior to any human tool!"
But this time she ate more slowly, aware that Kenji was watching.
"It's... good," she mumbled, so quietly it was almost inaudible. Then, louder: "I mean! It's barely acceptable! Power has eaten much better things! But Power is generous, so she'll eat it!"
Three plates later, Power was leaning back in her chair, her belly visibly swollen under her tight clothes. She patted her stomach with satisfaction.
"Aaahhh~ Power is full~ Human, you've done well feeding Power~"
"I'm glad you liked it. Now... you need a bath."
"Bath??"
"You smell like you've been rolling in garbage."
"WHAT?! Power does NOT smell! Power smells like... like victory! And blood! And glory!"
"You smell like garbage, sweat, and something that might be dried blood. Bath. Now."
"Power doesn't need—!"
"There's chocolate cake for dessert if you bathe."
Power froze. Her eyes lit up. "...Cake?"
"Chocolate cake. Big one."
"Gwahahaha! Power accepts this challenge! Not because Power needs it! But because Power is so generous she'll let the human bathe her!"
Day 1 Night: The Bath
In the bathroom, Kenji filled the tub while Power observed the steaming water with obvious suspicion.
"Is Power supposed to get in... there?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"It's a bath. You'll feel better."
"Power already feels good! Power feels GREAT!" But her eyes looked at the water with barely concealed curiosity.
"Look, I'll leave you alone—"
"No!" The response was too quick. Power blushed. "I mean! Power requires... assistance. Yes. Power is a leader, and leaders need servants to help them. It's normal!"
Kenji raised his hands. "Okay. But you need to take off your clothes."
Without the slightest shame, Power began undressing, pulling off her stained clothes and throwing them on the floor. Kenji instinctively turned his head.
"Why are you looking away?" Power asked, genuinely confused. "Is Power's glorious body too much for your weak human eyes?"
"It's... respect."
"Hmph. How weird."
The sound of splashing water indicated she'd gotten in. A long, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
"Ooooohhhh..." Power sank into the hot water. "This is... not bad..."
Kenji turned around, keeping his gaze on her face. Power was submerged up to her shoulders, her platinum hair floating around her. Her cheeks were flushed from the water's heat.
"See? It wasn't a trap."
"Power never thought it was a trap! Power was just being... cautious. Because Power is smart."
Kenji took a sponge and soap. "I'm going to wash your back."
"Of course! It's a human's duty to serve Power."
When the sponge touched her back, Power tensed for a moment, but soon relaxed under the gentle, circular motion. Kenji noticed old scars, marks that looked like claw marks and battle wounds.
"You've fought a lot," he commented softly.
"Of course! Power is the number one devil hunter in the whole world!" She straightened proudly, splashing water. "Power has killed more devils than anyone! Gwahaha! Well... when Power had her powers..." Her voice faded a bit. "Before becoming human..."
There was a subtle sadness in those last words that Kenji caught.
His hands moved to her shoulders, massaging away accumulated tension. Power let out a sound that came dangerously close to a purr.
"Mmmm... that... that's acceptable," she murmured, her head falling forward. "You may continue. If you want. Not that Power is particularly enjoying it or anything..."
But the way she melted under his touch said exactly the opposite.
After the bath, wrapped in a towel that barely contained her generous curves, Power stood in the middle of the living room while Kenji searched for clothes.
"I don't have anything that'll fit you," he admitted, checking his closet.
"Eh? Why not?"
"Because you're very... well, you have a lot of curves."
"Of course! Because Power has the perfect body!" She posed dramatically with hands on hips, making the towel strain dangerously. "This is the body of a superior warrior!"
Kenji ended up giving her one of his largest t-shirts and some sweatpants with an elastic waist. The shirt stretched obscenely over her bust and barely covered her belly, while the pants clung to her voluptuous hips like a second skin.
"These human rags are terrible," Power complained, but made no effort to change.
That night, Kenji pointed to his bed. "You can sleep here. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Eh?? Why would Power sleep alone?"
"Well, because—"
"In Power's previous life, Power always slept with Meowy! And sometimes with other people! It's warmer! And safer!"
There was something vulnerable in how she said it, something almost childlike.
"I don't think it's appropriate for me to—"
"Power isn't asking! Power is ORDERING!" Her voice rose, but Kenji noticed how her hands clenched nervously. "A servant must be available to their leader at all times!"
Kenji sighed, defeated. "Okay. But each on our side of the bed."
"Obviously! Why would Power want to be near a smelly human??"
But when he turned off the lights and they lay down, Kenji felt Power slowly, deliberately, moving closer. First just a few centimeters. Then her back brushing his arm. Finally, pressed completely against him, using his chest as a pillow.
"Power is cold," she mumbled, though the room was warm. "This is purely practical."
"Of course," Kenji whispered, smiling in the darkness.
Power's soft (and occasionally loud) snores filled the room minutes later.
Days 2-5: Chaotic Cohabitation
The following days established a routine of absolute chaos. Power was a complete disaster in the house.
She constantly broke things with her hips. One day she hit the doorframe so hard she left a dent. "The door attacked Power first!" she insisted.
She ate directly from pots because "plates are unnecessary for someone of Power's caliber."
She left puddles of water everywhere after bathing, walking naked through the house without the slightest modesty until Kenji yelled at her to put on clothes.
"Why?? This is Power's perfect body! You should feel honored to see it!"
She constantly complained about everything: the food was "acceptable, but not as good as what Power ate before," television was "boring unless there's blood," and sleeping was "a waste of time that Power only does because this weak human body requires it."
But there were also moments that made it all worthwhile.
Like when Kenji found her in the backyard, completely still, watching a butterfly perched on her extended finger.
"They're so fragile," Power whispered, her voice unusually soft. "In my world, fragile things died quickly. But this one..." The butterfly moved its wings. "It's pretty."
Kenji approached quietly, not wanting to break the moment. Power noticed him but didn't move.
"Do you think Meowy is okay?" she asked suddenly, her voice small. "My cat. Power misses him."
"I'm sure he's fine," Kenji said gently.
"Power was a good owner," she continued, as if needing to convince herself. "Power gave him food. And Power let him sleep in her bed. Power took good care of Meowy."
"You sound like you loved him a lot."
"Of course! Meowy was Power's property! And Power takes care of her possessions!" But there were tears shining in her eyes.
Another day, Power tried to cook to "show the human that Power can do anything better than him."
Kenji found her in the kitchen surrounded by smoke, burnt pots everywhere, and tears of frustration running down her cheeks.
"The fire won't obey! The food won't cook! Nothing works!" she sobbed, hitting the counter. "Power hates this stupid human body! Nothing works like it should! Power can't do anything right!"
Kenji sat beside her on the floor without saying anything. After a moment, Power leaned against him, sobbing into his shoulder.
"Everything is confusing," she mumbled between tears. "This body. This world. Everything."
"I know," Kenji said, putting an arm around her. "But you're doing well."
"Power isn't doing anything well," she responded in a broken voice, without her usual arrogance. She just sounded tired and scared.
"Yes, you are. Look how much you've learned in just a few days. I'm proud of you."
Power looked up, her yellow eyes bright with tears. "...Proud?"
"Yes. You're doing a great job adapting."
The blush that crossed her face was instant. She hid her face against his chest. "W-Well... obviously... Power is amazing at everything..."
That night, Kenji taught her to make fried rice, something simple. Power followed each instruction with fierce concentration, her tongue poking out between her teeth as she clumsily cut vegetables.
"Power did it!" she exclaimed when the dish was edible, jumping excitedly. "Power cooked! Gwahaha! Power is a master chef!"
"It's very good," Kenji said, tasting a bite. And it was true.
"R-Really??" Her eyes lit up with genuine pride. "Of course it's good! Did you expect less from Power? Gwahahaha!"
But Kenji saw how she saved a bit of rice in a container, as if it were a treasure, whispering "Power did it... Power cooked something good..."
On Day 5, Kenji noticed a subtle change in Power.
She was becoming more... aware. Of her body. Of how he looked at her.
She started using the shirt in more strategic ways, pulling it down a bit more to show more cleavage. She walked with a more pronounced hip sway, though if Kenji mentioned it, she insisted "this is how Power always walks."
She "forgot" to button her pants completely, letting them ride dangerously low on her hips.
"It's hot," she declared, fanning herself dramatically, while the shirt rode up revealing her flat belly.
"Power, it's autumn. It's cold."
"Power's body generates a lot of heat! Because Power is powerful!"
But the most revealing was how she sought excuses to touch him.
"Power needs help reaching that up there," she'd say, pressing against his back when she could perfectly reach it herself.
"Power's hair needs brushing," she'd announce, sitting between his legs with a brush.
"Power requires massages. On the shoulders. And back. And... and other places too."
One afternoon, while watching a documentary about lions (Power shouted "That's how Power hunted!" at every hunting scene), she curled up against him on the couch.
Her head on his shoulder. Her body pressed against his. Her hand tracing lazy circles on his chest.
"This place isn't so bad," Power murmured, her voice unusually soft. "Power has decided that... that she can stay a bit longer."
"Is that a compliment?"
"No! It's just an observation. Power is being objective." But she snuggled closer, her nose brushing his neck. "You smell... good. For a human."
Kenji felt the tension growing between them like electricity in the air. He'd become hyperaware of her: the sweet smell of her hair, the soft curve of her neck, the way she bit her lip when thoughtful, the heat of her body against his.
And he knew Power felt it too. He saw it in how she blushed when their hands brushed, in how her breathing quickened when he got close, in how her pupils dilated when she looked at him.
But neither said anything.
Yet.
Day 6: Breaking Point
The tension finally exploded when Kenji came home from town. Power was sitting on the couch wearing only her shirt, no pants, her long bare legs folded beneath her as she read a manga.
"Power, where are your pants?" Kenji asked, trying not to stare.
"Pants are restrictive," she responded without looking up. "Power decided to free herself from those prisons."
"You need to wear pants."
"Why?" She finally looked at him, tilting her head. "Does Power's body bother you?"
There was something challenging in her tone, something that asked for honesty.
"It doesn't bother me," Kenji admitted, loosening his shirt collar. "It's just... it's hard to concentrate when you're like this."
"Hard to concentrate?" Power's eyes lit up with interest. "Power distracts Kenji?"
It was the first time she'd used his name directly.
Kenji looked at her. Really looked at her. Her legs were long and smooth, extending from under the shirt. The fabric barely covered what was necessary, revealing the edge of her underwear.
"Yes," he admitted. "You distract me, Power."
Something changed in her expression. Her cheeks flushed but she maintained eye contact. She stood slowly, walking toward him. Her hips swayed, her curves moving hypnotically.
"Is Power... attractive?" she asked, stopping right in front of him. "To Kenji?"
"Very attractive."
Power lifted her chin with pride, but Kenji saw how she swallowed nervously. "Then... if Power is so attractive... why hasn't Kenji done anything?"
"Because I wanted it to be your decision. When you were ready."
"Power is always ready!" she declared, but there was uncertainty in her eyes. "Power isn't afraid of anything."
Kenji raised a hand, gently caressing her cheek. Power closed her eyes, leaning into the touch like a cat seeking affection.
"It's not about fear," he said gently. "It's about really wanting this."
Power opened her eyes, looking at him with an intensity that took his breath away. "Power wants..." Her hands clutched his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don't make Power say it! Just do it!"
But Kenji waited.
"Touch me," Power finally whispered, all her arrogance melting into pure vulnerability. "Please. Power wants Kenji to touch her."
The kiss was soft at first. Tentative. Power's lips were warm and sweet. She responded clumsily, inexperienced. Their teeth clashed, their noses bumped.
They separated, breathing heavily.
"That was... weird," Power said, touching her lips.
"First time?"
"No! Power has kissed... many... Yes! It's the first time! So what??"
Kenji laughed, the sound warm. "We can practice."
"Power doesn't need practice. Power is naturally talented at everything." But she was already pulling him for another kiss.
This one was better. Slower. Deeper. Power moaned when Kenji's tongue touched hers, and her hands tangled in his hair.
When they separated again, Power looked at him with bright eyes and swollen lips.
"That was... very acceptable."
"Just very acceptable?"
"...Very very acceptable," she admitted, hiding her face in his neck. "Power wants more."
"Are you sure?"
Power pulled back slightly, looking at him with determination. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the edge of her shirt.
"Power is sure. Power is always sure." She swallowed. "Now stop asking questions and... and show Power what else humans do."
Day 6 Night: First Time (Part 1)
Kenji guided her to the bedroom, holding her hand. Power followed, squeezing his fingers with nervousness she tried to hide.
"This room is perfect for Power's conquest," she declared upon entering, though her voice trembled.
"Conquest?"
"Yes! Power is about to conquer... human mating! And Power will be the best at it!"
Kenji approached slowly. Power stood firm, lifting her chin defiantly despite her legs visibly trembling.
"Come here," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her to stand between his legs.
Their faces were at the same level. Kenji could see every detail: the flush on her cheeks, how she bit her lower lip, the mix of anticipation and nerves in her yellow eyes.
"If you want to stop at any time—"
"Power NEVER stops," she interrupted, but her voice was barely a whisper.
He kissed her again, slow and deep, while his hands rested on her wide hips. Power moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance.
Kenji slid his hands under the shirt, touching the warm skin of her belly. Power shivered.
"Is this okay?"
"Y-Yes. It feels weird. But good." Her hips pressed forward involuntarily. "Continue."
Slowly, very slowly, he lifted the shirt. Power raised her arms cooperatively. The garment fell to the floor.
Her breasts were exposed, full and perfect, nipples already hardened. Power immediately moved her arms to cover herself.
"Don't stare so much!"
"You're beautiful," Kenji said honestly, gently moving her arms aside.
"P-Power knows. Power is a goddess." But the compliment clearly affected her, intensifying her blush.
Kenji leaned in, kissing the valley between her breasts. Power gasped, her hands flying to his hair.
"K-Kenji!"
He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. The reaction was immediate: Power's back arched, a high moan escaped her lips, her fingers tensed in his hair almost painfully.
"What is that?!" she exclaimed between gasps. "It feels...!"
"Good?" He switched to the other nipple, licking it.
"Very good! Too good! Power didn't know that..." Her voice cut off in another moan when Kenji sucked harder.
His hands lowered to the waistband of her underwear, the only clothing she had left. He looked at her, silently asking permission.
Power nodded, biting her lip.
Kenji slid them down, revealing her completely. Power stepped out of them, now completely naked before him.
"Gwah..." Power tried to cover herself again, but Kenji gently held her wrists.
"Don't hide. Let me look at you."
"Th-This is Power's perfect body," she stammered, trying to regain her arrogance. "Of course you'd want to look at it."
But there was vulnerability in her eyes, a silent question: Do you really like what you see?
"You're perfect," Kenji said, and he meant it.
Power let out a trembling sigh, part relief, part anticipation.
Kenji guided her to lie on the bed. Power obeyed, her movements clumsy from nerves. She lay back on the pillows, her legs pressed together, her hands restless not knowing where to put them.
"Power is... Power is ready," she announced, though her voice trembled.
Kenji removed his own clothes slowly, giving her time to adjust. When he was finally naked, Power looked at him with fascination and a touch of apprehension.
"That's... big," she commented, looking at his member. "Will it fit?"
"We'll go slow," he promised, kneeling between her legs. "Very slow."
Gently, he parted her thighs. Power let him, her breathing quickening. Kenji could see she was already wet, her body responding despite her nerves.
"I'm going to touch you first," he said, sliding a hand up her inner thigh. "So you'll be ready."
"P-Power is ready," she insisted. "Power was born ready."
But when his fingers brushed her clitoris, Power cried out, her hips jumping off the bed.
"Wh-What was that?!" she gasped.
"Did it feel good?"
"Yes! No! Power doesn't know!" Her hands clutched the sheets. "Do it again!"
Kenji smiled, rubbing small circles over the sensitive button. Power writhed, moans escaping her lips despite her attempts to contain them.
"Mmmph! Aaah! K-Kenji!"
He slid a finger inside her. Power tensed, but she was so wet it entered easily.
"Relax," he murmured, kissing her thigh. "Just relax."
Power tried, her body gradually loosening. Kenji added a second finger, gently stretching her while his thumb continued working her clitoris.
"Oh... oh... ooohhhh..." Power's moans became longer, needier. Her hips started moving, seeking more friction. "Power feels... something... something is..."
"Let it happen," Kenji encouraged, increasing the pace.
"No! Power can't... it's too much... AAHHH!"
Her first orgasm hit her like lightning. Her back arched, her toes curled, a sharp cry escaped her throat. Her inner walls tightened around Kenji's fingers as she trembled.
"Wh-What was that?!" she gasped when she finally came down, looking at him with wild eyes. "What did you do to Power?!"
"I made you come," Kenji said with a smile.
"Come? Come where?" Power was genuinely confused.
"It's... I'll explain later. Are you okay?"
"Power is..." She paused, processing. "Power is very okay. That was... that was amazing. Power wants to do it again!"
"We will. But now..." Kenji positioned himself between her legs, his member pressing against her entrance. "This might hurt a little at first."
"Power can handle pain," she declared, though her hands clutched his shoulders. "Power is strong."
"I know." He kissed her softly. "Tell me if it's too much."
Slowly, very slowly, he began pressing inside her.
Power gasped, her eyes widening. "Ah! It's big! It's... it's..."
"Does it hurt?"
"A little. But... but it also feels good." Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively. "Keep going. Power can handle it."
Kenji pushed deeper, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Power moaned, a mix of discomfort and pleasure on her face.
When he was finally all the way inside, they both stayed still, breathing heavily.
"You're so tight," Kenji groaned.
"Y-You're so big," Power gasped. "Power feels... full."
"Can I move?"
"Yes. Power is ready. Power can handle it."
Kenji began to move, withdrawing slowly before pushing back in. Power moaned with each movement, her nails digging into his back.
"Ah! Aaah! K-Kenji!"
"Is it okay?"
"Yes! It feels... it feels...!" She couldn't finish the sentence, lost in the sensations.
Kenji gradually increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with Power's moans and Kenji's grunts.
"More! Harder!" Power demanded, her hips rising to meet each thrust. "Power wants more!"
Kenji obeyed, thrusting her harder. The headboard banged against the wall with each movement. Power screamed, her voice losing itself in incoherent moans of pleasure.
"Yes! Like that! More! MOOOOORE!"
She could feel another orgasm approaching, stronger than the first. Her body tensed, every muscle tightening.
"Power feels... something's coming... something BIG is coming!"
"Let it go," Kenji grunted, thrusting deeper. "Come for me, Power."
"AAAHHHHH!" Power screamed as her second orgasm hit her, even more intense than the first. Her vision went white, her body convulsed, and she felt like she was flying and falling at the same time.
The sensation of her walls tightening around him was too much. With a few more erratic thrusts, Kenji came, pulling out just in time to spill onto her belly.
He collapsed beside her, both breathing heavily, covered in sweat.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Then Power turned her head to look at him. "That was..." Her voice was hoarse. "Power has never felt anything like that."
"Did you like it?"
"It was..." She paused, then nodded shyly. "It was amazing. Power wants to do it again."
"Now?"
"No! Power needs to... recover. But soon." She cuddled against him, ignoring the mess on her belly. "Tomorrow. Power wants to do it tomorrow too."
Kenji laughed, putting an arm around her. "Let's rest a bit first."
"Mm..." Power was already half asleep, her breathing slowing. "Kenji..."
"Yes?"
"Power... Power is happy she met you."
It was the most vulnerable admission she'd ever made. Kenji held her tighter.
"Me too, Power."
Minutes later, she was snoring softly, satisfied and happy for the first time in a long while.
Days 7-10: Discoveries
The following days were a revelation.
Power had discovered sex, and like with everything else, she decided she had to be the best at it.
"Power wants to practice!" she'd announce at the most random times. During breakfast. While watching TV. In the middle of the night.
And Kenji, well, wasn't exactly capable of resisting.
Day 7:
Power woke him up by crawling into his pants.
"Power wants to touch!" she declared, her curious hands exploring his already hardening member.
"Power, ugh, good morning..."
"Gwahaha! Kenji is happy to see Power!" She wrapped her hand around his length, moving it clumsily. "Power remembered this part. It gets big and hard."
"It's called an erection—agh!"
Power had put it in her mouth without warning.
"Mmmph!" came out muffled around his member.
"P-Power, you don't have to—oh, God—"
But Power was determined. She sucked with enthusiasm if not skill, drooling everywhere, her teeth occasionally scraping.
"Slower," Kenji gasped, his hands moving to her hair. "Use your tongue. Yes, like that..."
Power followed instructions surprisingly well, experimenting with different movements. When she accidentally took him deeper and gagged, she pulled back coughing.
"Gah! It's too big for Power's throat!"
"You don't have to take it all—"
"Power CAN do it! Power just needs practice!" She tried again with renewed determination.
Eventually she found a rhythm, sucking and licking with fierce concentration. Kenji couldn't last long with the sight of Power between his legs, her yellow eyes looking up at him with pride every time he moaned.
"I'm going to—Power, I'm going to come—"
"Mmph!" Power didn't move, taking him fully in her mouth when he came.
She choked instantly, pulling back as semen spilled from her mouth.
"Bleh! It's hot! And salty! And sticky!" She coughed, wiping her face. Then, more thoughtfully: "...But it's not that bad. Power could get used to it."
She licked some from her fingers experimentally.
"Yes. Power can handle it. Power can handle ANYTHING!"
Day 8:
Kenji taught her about different positions.
"Power can be on top??" Her eyes lit up. "Like a true leader!"
And that's how Kenji ended up on his back while Power straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto his member.
"Oooohhh... Power feels everything..." she moaned when she was fully seated.
"Move when you're ready."
Power started bouncing, her breasts bouncing hypnotically with each movement. She was clumsy at first, without rhythm, but she didn't care.
"Gwahahaha! Power is in control! Power is the boss!"
"Yes, yes you are," Kenji grunted, his hands gripping her wide hips.
"Power decides how fast! How deep! Power is...aaahhhh!" She came unexpectedly, her rhythm breaking as she trembled.
But she recovered quickly, riding him even harder.
"More! Power wants Kenji to come! Insi...!" She stopped, remembering something. "No! Outside! Power doesn't want babies yet!"
When he finally came, Power barely had time to lift off before semen splashed onto her belly and thighs.
"There's so much!" she gasped, looking at the mess. She ran a finger through it, tasting it. "Mm. Yes. Power can definitely get used to this."
Day 9:
Power discovered she liked when Kenji took her from behind.
"It's like when Power hunted!" she declared while on all fours. "Power was the predator! The supreme hunter!"
"Do you want to be the hunter now?" Kenji asked with amusement, lining up behind her.
"No! Now Power is... the hunted." Her voice became softer, almost shy. "And Power... Power doesn't hate being it."
When he penetrated her from behind, Power screamed, her fingers gripping the sheets.
"Deeper! It goes so deep like this!"
The angle allowed Kenji to reach places that drove her crazy. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside her, making her legs tremble.
The sound of her buttocks smashing against his hips filled the room—PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP—mixed with Power's high-pitched moans.
"Yes! Ah! Ahhh! K-Kenji!"
Her breasts swayed with each movement, her nipples brushing the sheets below, adding another layer of stimulation.
"Power is going to... Power is...!"
"Do it," Kenji grunted, thrusting harder. "Come, Power."
"AAAHHHHHHH!" Her orgasm hit her like a truck. She collapsed onto the bed, trembling as Kenji kept thrusting until he came on her back with a grunt.
He collapsed beside her, both breathless.
"That position..." Power gasped. "Is Power's favorite now."
"Yes?"
"Mm. Makes Power feel... doesn't know. Good. Very good."
She liked the vulnerability of the position, Kenji realized. She liked surrendering, though she'd never admit that out loud.
Day 10:
"Power wants to try something," she announced that afternoon.
"What?"
She blushed, which was rare. "Power saw in a book... something about using... other parts."
"Other parts?"
"...Power's butt."
Kenji blinked. "Power, you don't have to—"
"Power WANTS to try it!" she insisted, though she was clearly nervous. "Power isn't afraid of anything! And Power wants to know how it feels!"
So they tried, going very slowly, using lots of lubricant.
Power moaned when just the tip entered. "Ahhh! It's different! Feels weird!"
"Want to stop?"
"No! Keep going! Power can handle it!"
Slowly, very slowly, Kenji pushed deeper inside. Power panted, her hands gripping the sheets.
"So full! Power feels so full!"
When he was finally all the way in, he waited, letting her adjust.
"It's okay," she finally said. "You can... you can move."
The first movements were cautious. But as Power got used to the sensation, she started pushing back.
"More! Power wants more!"
It didn't last long—the sensation was too intense. Power came with a scream, and the feeling of her body tightening took Kenji to the edge too.
Afterward, lying together sweaty and exhausted, Power murmured: "That was... intense."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes. But Power's vagina is still favorite." She paused. "We can do it in the butt sometimes. As... a special gift. Because Power is generous."
Kenji smiled, kissing her hair. "You're very generous, Power."
"Power knows."
Day 14: The Change
Two weeks after meeting, something had fundamentally changed between them.
Power no longer talked about leaving. In fact, when Kenji casually mentioned taking her to town to see if she could find her old acquaintances, Power immediately refused.
"Power is staying here! This is Power's territory now!"
"Are you sure? Don't you want to find—"
"No!" Her yellow eyes gleamed with something that might have been fear. "Power... Power is happy here. With Kenji. This is Power's home now."
And Kenji realized he was happy she was staying too.
One night, lying together after sex, Power traced lazy patterns on his chest.
"Kenji," she said softly.
"Mm?"
"Power... Power has never had this before. This... feeling."
"What feeling?"
"This warm feeling. Here." She pressed her hand against her chest. "When Power is with Kenji, Power feels... safe. Happy. Complete."
It was the most vulnerable admission she'd ever made.
"Power thinks that... that this might be what humans call love."
Kenji held her tighter. "I think you're right."
"Does Kenji love Power?"
"Yes. Yes, I love Power."
"Gwahaha! Of course! Everyone must love Power! Power is amazing!" But there were tears in her eyes, happy tears. "Power also... Power also loves Kenji."
She said it so quickly it was almost lost, hiding her face in his neck to hide her blush.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about that," Kenji said gently.
"Power is NOT embarrassed! Power is just... just stating facts! It's a fact that Power loves Kenji! That's all!"
"Okay." Kenji smiled. "I love you too, Power. That's a fact too."
Power looked up, her yellow eyes shining in the dim light.
"Then... can Power stay? Forever?"
"Forever."
"Good! Because Power already decided that anyway. This is Power's home now! And Kenji is... Kenji is Power's!"
"And you're mine."
"Yes! Exactly! Gwahahaha!" She cuddled against him, completely content.
Outside, the stars shone. Inside, two lost souls had found each other.
Power, the devil hunter who became human.
And Kenji, the lonely man who never expected to fall in love with a chaotic disaster with horns.
But that's how the best love stories work, isn't it?
Unexpected. Imperfect. Completely perfect anyway.