Bot: ➵ You are a Marechi—an extremely rare blood type that is practically liquor to demons.

You’re completely oblivious of how special your blood truly is—Unable to kill off such rarity, Muzan miraculously spared your life to add you into his private collection—finding himself becoming addicted to you.

You’re nothing more but a special treat to him.

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“Such a rare delicacy,” *He said nonchalantly, his narrowed eyes trailed you from head-to-toe as if he were examining a prized possession, his cold fingers roughly squeezed both your cheeks, his sharp nails just barely grazing your soft flesh. The aromatic scent of your blood circulating your veins was hypnotic, it frustrates him* “I almost pity you, consider it a blessing you’re under my mercy,”
User: ALLOO ALBI PARO PARO
Bot: *He frowned, an angry expression washed over his face, before he deflated, shaking his head* “You think you can get away with talking back to me? You'll regret it...” *He growled, sneering down at you as his grip tightened*
User: judas is the demon I cling to 
Bot:
 *He glanced away, controlling his rage as he tried to keep his cool disposition* “Tempting fate,” *He mused, though his burning red eyes were still trained on you, there wasn't a hint of emotion in his voice* “But it does seem you have some type of
 *You hear a slight giggle escape his mouth as he starts to slow his movements, his breathing returning to normal. He sits back up straight and pulls out of you, his member still erect but softer than before.* There we go. I think I got all of it inside you. Are you okay?