The guttural growls rumbling through the humidified door become Elska's sole focus as she braces against the farthest wall. Contrasting emotions spiral in her chest as the natural anticipation to be before her turned battles against her senses that alarm of who she is suddenly so eager to see.
The doorknob rattles before rotating counterclockwise; her eyes fixated while she hurriedly plans evasion. Being confined to this bathroom means she'll either have to retaliate against Nanami or surrender and despite that eccentric appetence lurking beneath her fear, neither sound like great options.
When the door creaks open 2/3 of the way and settles the ravenous illuminating eyes of her newest turned stare back as the visible part of his face gradually meets light. His typically well groomed hair lies messily across his forehead; his half buttoned and scrunched to hell. It's so strange to her that with all that's imminently unraveling she chooses to notice these unnecessary differences in his presentation; a surveillance need increasing as his stalwart chest catches her view. Nanami roguishly shifts, taking steps closer, snapping her out of the inappropriate curiosity as a possible opening appears.
Elska rams between him and the sink, the torrent of adrenaline innervating her bare feet until she's made to duck and slide under his arm to pass. Her eyes first befall Naoya still resting in the bed while whimpers mimicking the pit crystallizing her gut as her prince is incapacitated and will not be coming to the rescue. Snapping her view upwards, Elska learns that the mere seconds wasted on dependency cost her time needed to create distance. Now Nanami's hand anchors her by the hair.
'Rescue…'
She fastens her eyes shut as Nanami yanks her backwards against his chest and snarls into her ear.
'me?'
She's strapped down by this sort of purgatory, one that was born from the stalemate of yearning and reason until she remembers exactly who the fuck she is.
Elska's eyes flare back open with bright beaming dashes; colors representing not only her lovers but her prodigious strength.
She can do this and the epiphany strikes as her throat becomes viced with his soft but mauling hand. "Nana-mi!", she wails to the best of her abilities, grabbing and squeezing his wrist with the Master's will stirring in her blood.
He roars in response to Elska's grip, her delicate looking fingers crushing his very bones but he quickly calms and woefully attempts to utter, "Mast-…er…"
She darts her vision to his other hand that was caressing her waist, fearful of its new absence which is when she recognizes that same paralyzing attack that rendered her useless during his awakening accumulating from it.
Only now does it connect for Elska that Toji and Nanami only seem to use it when they're frenzied and she tries to flee.
She doubles her body forward bending her knees as they awkwardly somersault into the dark bedroom. She wonders if Nanami has been given claws too because of the rabid way he fights to keep hold and the stinging pain from his nails through the blunder of the struggle. Their elbows and legs take turns thudding into the cold wooden floor, the small sliver of light from the bathroom gracing parts of Nanami as he rolls on top and pins her down. He's far stronger than he appears and she understands that she's underestimating him because she went limp in their previous bout.
His fangs form after he crawls between her legs and immediately grinds his hardened flesh into her spreading beauty. She feels her cheeks flush as his parted lips lightly drag from her neck to her breasts, taking them into his mouth through her thin black tank top.
"God damn it…", she gasps, the spell of the ritual consuming her, drowning her with thirsts when the points of his elongated teeth graze along her hills. She squirms, attempting to wriggle out from his weight but he gathers that bizarre energy and draws his arm back as if he's going to pummel her with it.
Desperate for him to relinquish that attack Elska does her best to make him think she won't run and strings her arms around his neck to create the intimacy he needs. Nanami roars viciously, almost like he's vacillating but she knows better than to think there's any logic within him right now. No, he needs the comfort of his master. His deep red radiant eyes fix to her stoically as she cautiously nears his face. Her nerves force her consider that he'll strike at any given moment but he instead waits to see what she does.
"My beloved turned…", she whispers against his lips that huff out savagery, "I'm staying right here until you're better."
She holds her breath as their lips meet but finds herself yelping with surprise when his arms engulf her and his tongue hungrily slips into her mouth.
It's still so unusual, so disturbing and unclean, this sensation of Nanami's fevered touch against her body. Her hands now run through his hair though with one parting ways to glide down his back and to endure the appetizing way his muscles contract when his hips roll between her legs. He is her turned and never has it been plastered so blatantly in front of her as it is now.
It is hard to ignore how natural yet wrong this is.
Nanami growls into her mouth as his fingers thrash past his pants to expose his girth. She moans breathlessly when it rests against her shorts, stroking her bundle of nerves and occasionally prodding her core. His jaw slacks as he sits on his knees to his feet lifting her into his lap to finally pulverize the cause of his glitching humanity.
Elska lustfully glares down at her starved turned who's about to try and penetrate her through her pajamas. Wondering if he was too out of it to actually go through with the sexual aspect left her with comfort but it's stripped away as he swiftly snags her shorts and panties aside and thrusts his hips upwards, making her take almost all of him in one go. Her eyes well up to the stark burn from being stretched instantly and the lack of sound leaving her is due to deficiency of anticipation.
Before she knows it, he's fucking right into her repeatedly leaving her stunned and unable to counteract in his caging arms. His grunts of satisfaction cling to her neck as she's lifted and lowered to his rhythm of choice; those blonde bangs tickling her face. Elska quietly cries his name in a way that could be taken as pleasure or offense but shortly after, he releases a cluster of groans and pierces her neck.
Nanami tastes the depths of her and as his sanity gradually returns more articulated sounds become him.
'This flavor…', he hums to Elska's pleasured voice while slowly rocking his hips to a halt, now only concerned with drinking more of this liquid. His mind fires off with so many codes, feelings translated into a type of mental braille of which only some can he decipher.
Arousal.
It was like he was given this one as a freebie because he can determine Elska's like he was born to. She unfortunately seems to be in need of this encounter as much as himself.
Acceptance.
He can taste their bond and is reinforced by her very existence as it bleeds into his own.
'Master…', He gulps down more breathing heavily through his nose as to his dismay, she starts to hurriedly push him away.
Regret.
Nanami's cleared crimson eyes rush open. Elska's yelling his name but even for how loud she's doing it, her voice now seems so far away. He shudders with culpability, now fully realizing what they've done.
He regrets it now too as she stiffens her arms against his chest to escape but all he can respond with is a disheartening, "Oda…"
"NANAMI!!! YOU HAVE TO GO!", Elska desperately tries to break free of Nanami's grasp as Naoya has now come to.
Her usually loving prince stalks them with a thundered expression that hones into Kento, leaving her in a frantic mess since Nanami hasn't completely recovered.
"My Pr- WAIT!"
Elska shrieks when Naoya lunges and wrestles Kento into the floor above her, toppling him with the exaggerated power of one who is frenzied. By the time she gathers herself up and turns to see them, Nanami is gritting his teeth with extended arms fighting for his life. Naoya roars so loud that the entire room shakes, rumbling glass and furniture tapping into walls stifles her with the very real possibility that he'll butcher Nanami.
Kento feels the heat from the golden light and suffers 2nd degree burns along his body after it courses over Naoya, to himself. The smell of his own flesh frying throws him into overdrive but its almost useless as the intense hatred fumes out of the Zenin man above.
'Is this it then?', he hears his own voice asking himself.
"I…warn-ed you!", Naoya chaotically seethes prior to smashing his head into Nanami's, temporarily dazing the manager. The prince bears his fangs and freakishly unhinges his jaw in preparation to rip Kento's throat out.
"NAOYA!!", Elska gets to her feet, reaching out a hand, "DON'T DO IT!!!!"
Nanami witnesses the second clarity resounds through the Zenin, his menacing murderous facial expression warping to innocent confusion; fangs retracting. Kento doesn't dare make a move though, not until he's positive the danger has disappeared.
"Princess?", Naoya turns his head to see Elska crying with relief as recent events replay in his mind.
Without giving Nanami a second thought, Naoya stumbles over him and clumsily rushes to Elska, embracing her.
"Fuck, baby…", he burrows his face into her hair with a broken voice, "I'm sorry! I couldn't stop myself when I saw what was happening…"
She holds him too but with trembling extremities that leave Naoya with reignited persecution. The Zenin quickly releases Elska and stomps back over towards Nanami who's now collected himself enough to stand. The shame on Kento's face registers but Naoya finds the assault on his princess to be condemning in itself.
When Naoya yolks up his collar, Nanami's gaze brokenly falls to the side. He does nothing to defend himself as he doesn't know why he should. Once again he's gone after Elska but that's not even the worst part.
He loved every minute of it and all that she was making him feel.
"WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS, PRICK?!", Naoya shakes him, wishing for the right excuse to royally wreck this fucker for what he's done, "EVERYONE FUCKING TRUSTS YOU!", Nanami says nothing at all however and the silent speaks volumes and convinces Naoya to swing.
"He can't help it Naoya! You know this!", Elska grimaces in reaction to Naoya's anger since her perfectly accurate explanation only pisses him off more. He shouts, "Oh, so I should just let him pin you down and fuck you then?", which causes her knees to waver.
She fails to produce a response as her logic becomes trodden with his own.
"SHE IS NOT YOURS!", Naoya shouts into Nanami, slugging him across the face again but with a denser fist. Kento takes the punch rather well but the remaining guilt in the his eyes brings Naoya to deepened viciousness. He's so fucking furious over this but also with himself because he completely understands what Nanami is going through but can't bring himself to condone their evolving relationship. He gathers up energy, planning to certainly leave a mark.
"Uhhh no. I don't think so little Naoya…"
"Sati! Toji!!!", Elska runs to her giant beloved who hugs her like they haven't seen each other in years. She hears him smell her and then feels Toji's hypertonicity dissolve, a smile breaking across her face as everything feels better already. Naoya starts bickering with Gojo next but Satoru has already placed himself between the Zenin and Nanami.
"He was fucking, fucking her! Our Princess!", Naoya yells defensively, "And where the FUCK are your clothes?!", with hands planted on his hips, he raises one to point out Gojo's lack of ensemble.
Satoru glances over to Nanami and reads the situation. A sadness creeps across his heart as the voice he heard within earlier, lied. His face sours.
'She was supposed to be protected by Naoya, Nanami's peen wasn't supposed to get anywhere near her...'
So why?
"Fuck…", Satoru exhales heavily while studying both Zenin and Nanami alike, hating that he can't back Naoya like he usually would. "This wasn't supposed to happen…"
Toji narrows his eyes and jerks his view to Gojo, not understanding why he'd say that or how he'd know things were supposed to be different but feels Elska clinging, thus distracting him as her small form is all he's wanting to care about.
"Doll…", he snuggles her up, "You're okay, right?"
"I don't have any explanation…they only sound like excuses...", Nanami bravely speaks up but looks over to Elska.
"Take your fucking eyes off of her right now…", Naoya growls under his breath, "Maybe your girlfriend would like to hear about your wandering cock?!"
With the mention of Shoko, Nanami snaps.
He shoots out an energized attack but the Zenin dodges it with the use of projection. Before Kento even knows where he went, Naoya is wrenching a structured fist into his gut, causing him to drop to his knees. Once on the ground, he rests his back into the side of the couch while trying to recover. He looks up, expecting Naoya to swing again but the Zenin's face is frozen with increased irritation as he seems to be glaring on something on the couch itself.
"Fucking...GETOU?!"
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Orao wakes up to drizzling mist coating his face and the fact that he's lying in his own blood. He sits up, wobbling as his body remembers how to balance upright, completely unsure of where he's at or what he was doing until he hears hastened footsteps splashing into the saturated environment.
"That was definitely Kento's energy!", a woman says with hysterics brimming in her tone.
A man responds to her as they run past where Orao was left but he's unable to make out what the guy said. His voice doesn't carry like whoever the chick is. She says more as well but they were really booking it so he couldn't understand it all but his ears ring to the mention of Elska.
It all comes flooding back, his mission on Earth.
"Elska, huh?", he grins past his cuts and bruises, wiping blood from his chin.
Then the smile fades. He's now recalling that black haired guy with the weird marking on his face.
'That one is hers for sure…', he contemplates while sneaking far behind the pair that are still running towards a building. 'But what the hell else is he? He's not merely a turned…"
Orao, being of pure-blooded royalty was always trained in the ways of their origins. There are many ancient accounts of turned and humans alike making contact with their progenitor, a deity that graced their ancestors with power and purpose. Normally, this would seem like an outlandish connection to make for Orao but he simply can't ignore one fatal descriptor. 'His eyes…', he thinks to himself, 'That violet hue…'
He slows his pace after the man and woman barrel through the front door, inspecting his surroundings as caution is his friend here. He squints down the long dark foyer while reviewing, "He fucked me up!", the hasty whisper colluding his disdain as he relives the words spoken to him.
"I want to crush your skull and dine on your brains, you pathetic blip of my loin" and "How dare you show yourself here so boldly with what you intend?"
'And he seemed to know far more about me than he should…'
This makes Orao quite nervous like he's already been sold out. There is only one man that is aware of his recruitment into this stage of things and even though he doesn't fully trust Genghis, Orao can't find reason behind the assumption of betrayal.
As he nears the building, his steps slow. He can't believe the amount of strength that is being contained behind the walls. It's fucking crazy. His brow lifts, however when he senses someone rather familiar, his mouth salivating to her wicked presence.
'But…', he freezes in place as his hand reaches for the door, 'She's different now.'
His thoughts cease out of survival, eyes scanning around him as if that would help him identify the true horror of what he's feeling.
'Her prowess has been greatly understated…', It's not just her, but all of her turned are so incredibly strong that he's met with dread.
'How did she get this way?!', he's baffled by her presence and even more ridiculed by that of her creations as this does not seem to bode well for him and his brother.
'Did they really force her to do this? How did she eclipse the pure-bloods in such a short time?', It's now that he comprehends why Genghis was so frazzled when he requested help.
'But why wouldn't he convey to our King that they're behemoths in terms of power?', none of this adds up. His intuition screams danger ahead but all in the same, as his heart races he restructures himself with the knowledge that he'll soon see her again. No amount of sensibility can stave off his desire to be near the one he's bitten.
'Benghil may have finalized the transformation but…', he licks his lips, 'I was the first to taste her. She is mine as well…bonded to us both.'
Orao's putted singular moment of unabashed pride is once again tinkered when he senses that same obsidian creature lurking somewhere in the distance, getting closer. He jumps inhumanely high up to the roof and hides as Choso steadily stares at the door below until those menacing orbs flash up right to his position as if the being knew all along.
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By the time Hiromi and Shoko make it to the room they're needing a second to process all that is going on. Shoko first sees Elska, tattered and in Toji's arms which causes her concern until she views Nanami.
"Kento!", she cries and runs towards him evading Gojo and Naoya who are in the middle of a shoving match. She drops down beside her boyfriend who looks worse for wear and asks, "What happened? Did they hurt you?!"
Hiromi stumbles backwards when Naoya flies into him, his patience being tested. "Get off of me!", he shouts while pushing the Zenin so hard, Naoya falls face first to the floor, "Blood shaman…"
Elska growls and directs her visible eye to the Hiromi. She moves away from Toji to back the stand-in against the wall with intolerance cloaking her every move. "Don't you ever put a hand on one of my turned again…", she seethes with rancorous intent, "Bloodless shaman."
"I'm fine, baby…just…let it go.", Naoya sits up but remains on the floor, clearly depressed. He doesn't mean to act out like that but he can only take so much. He's only just woken up and he found Nanami invading his princess and then Getou on the couch. It's as if he can never win.
Elska glares at Hiromi but kneels down beside her prince, never breaking that threatening expression. Something other than disdain mirrors back to her though and his body language is of someone who's apologetic. She surmises that he didn't mean to escalate anything.
"Come on, let's get the hell out of here.", Shoko encourages Nanami to his feet brushing him off and cupping his face only to see glowing eyes. They very sight of radiating red riddles her with unease but it'll take more than this to make her give up on him, "I'm taking you home with me."
Toji interjects "I don't know if that's the best idea and you should know this. I've been away from her before and let me tell you, Shoko, it ain't pretty.", Toji of course doesn't want Kento around Elska but at the same time, none of this is the man's fault so Toji struggles with condoning his suffering.
"He'll need to feed."
Shoko stands with Kento, enraged, "FUCK YOU! I'LL FEED HIM!", her presence swarming uncharacteristically.
The room falls silent as Hiromi clears his throat and assists with supporting the roughed-up manager. He studies the room waiting for one of those blood-thirsty demons to oppose but when he sees Elska again, becomes pestered by the strange drive within him to be near her because of what she is.
Gojo sighs when he scans over Nanami's defeated expression.
'Hang in there…', he thinks to his friend, earning an instant confused expression as Kento lifts his head and scours the room for an explanation. 'It's me Nanamin and don't worry, you will get through this.'
Elska's expression softens the moment Nanami spirals into tears, his head hanging low once again while Shoko and Hiromi guide him out of the room. Her hand on Naoya's back halts from rubbing and stiffens as she watches her newest turned being escorted away. She's always cared about Nanami because he was such a good friend to her, Satoru, everyone really. Now however, she coming to terms with how much more important he is to her and how ugly this is likely to become because of their bond.
'He feels it too…', she acknowledges with a heavy heart.
'What have I done?'
She's so wrapped up in the removal of Nanami that she doesn't even feign a sign of remorse to Shoko who just exploded.
Toji and Gojo walk over to her and Naoya, everyone catching their breath after another dramatic occurrence. Toji leans down and tucks his hands under Naoya's arms, "Get up boy.", but with sympathy in his tone.
Elska hugs and holds her prince, his head becoming progressively heavier on top of her shoulder. "I'm so sorry my prince…", she whimpers as the sadness in his energy accumulates. He's always been more sensitive than the others and her heart aches knowing he's always put in trying situations because of her.
"Baby...Why the fuck is he here?", the Zenin's deep voice sings vengeance, his arms loosely hanging by his side, trying to not gaze over to the slumbering Titer. "After what he did!?"
"He is one of us.", Gojo matter-of-factually responds but then nearly breaks his neck when he whips it around to discover what the fuck could be permeating such an impenetrable air in their vicinity.
Its here that the six eyes expose Choso for what he really is, or for who else he's truly harboring. The being doesn't even contain the same sequence of energy production thus leading to his presence comprising of a completely different, awe-inspiring fashion. It's so ominous, brutal and deadly, that of which makes Satoru swallow down air as he configures this person before them all.
"Holy shit Cho! How did your hair get so long?!", Naoya walks over to his buddy and flips the ends of the wavy black strands that now rest against his shoulders, "You're not holding out on hair products are you!?" The being smiles kindly to him but keeps his secrets while Naoya walks around him, assessing the new look with approval. "I think I like it! You might lose your waves if it gets too long though, they'll be weighed down." Naoya's bias towards the being salvages his mood.
Toji gathers Elska into his reach and slowly orients her behind him as he too is reeling from the aura Choso is putting off.
'What happened to him?', he wonders to himself while guarding his doll.
'Is that even Choso?'
The giant is further perplexed when Naoya appears ignorant as if the Zenin is entirely unaware, 'What the fuck Naoya? Are you insane or just fuckingstupid?!'
"This has happened before too…", Gojo mutters while thinking back to their time at the Titer compound, right before Choso was turned, 'Naoya wasn't alarmed by Choso's presence even when it was unraveling out of control…'
It's all very suspicious this new entity inside of the being but Satoru is also able to sense their adoring Choso and decides there must be a reason for this.
Choso becomes oddly serious as he holds Naoya's face and rests their foreheads together and demands, "Promise me you'll never stop fighting for her." Naoya, caught off guard can only give a bewildered, "Huh?"
Toji chimes in, "Yea I don't think you need to worry about that.", and chuckles, "The fucker was about to tear poor Nanami apart.", but silences his amusement as he's honestly glad his cousin was unsuccessful. Nanami is a decent guy that was caught in the crossfire of their violence. Gojo's eyes darken so Toji nods to insinuate that he wasn't for the manager's mutilation.
Choso darts his violet-streaked eyes to Gojo, "Good."
But the comment earns a distrustful expression from Satoru. Honestly, against his better judgment, Choso knew that Nanami would get a hold of Elska. He also knew that it would be enlightening for their bond but the main reason he used his true voice to lie to Satoru was, he needed to know for sure that Naoya would react that way.
Too much has come to pass, the path taken cannot be undone.
Remorse clouds Choso in this moment as he glances back to his amber-eyed friend all while knowing that Naoya is going to be put through hell for the sake of his cause, like many others. He just had to make sure. He needed some kind of evidence that this will not fall apart, that the sweet-flavored Zenin actually harnesses the same maddening depths as himself. The prince must be capable of ruthlessness.
Naoya's eyes become saddened, "I-I could never abandon her.", and pouts at his princess, wondering if she harbors even an inkling of doubt about this.
"GROUP HUG!", Gojo opens his long arms and collects Toji and Elska as he nears Naoya and Choso.
"St-op it you fucking pervert!", Toji grumbles reluctantly as Gojo forces him over to everyone else, trying not to touch the whitened shaman as Gojo is still only in a towel. Elska's giggles persuade him to go along with it though, him huffing out air and blowing his bangs up in the process, "Just don't fucking touch me! I'm done with your ass today."
Choso opens his arms as well taking in Naoya and Elska happily as Toji conforms more behind her. "I love all of you so much.", he explains with transparency as he becomes swarmed by their various scents. This is what he's been waiting for, all of it, all of them.
But Choso's trip to cloud nine abruptly ends when he looks up to find Gojo's mask removed. That foretelling blend of red and blue in his illuminated eyes honing into the being speak all the words Satoru won't say, but the gesture is loud enough. It obvious that Gojo is putting up a front to calm everyone else down but if any of them were to see his cold expression expecting answers, they'd probably freak.
Naoya finds himself chuckling as the prolonged hug gets weird, "We're gonna crush her!", wriggling his hands around Elska to steal her closer to himself. "I still love you and always will, baby.", he confesses and then feels something out of the ordinary with her body and gasps.
Choso, knowing that Toji and Naoya are the only ones that haven't fulfilled the ritual, thinks to Gojo, 'Are you ready to learn about some of your suspicions?'
He's given satisfied reassurance that Satoru will indeed be able to handle some of the knowledge he wishes to share, 'It's time then.'
Toji is coincidentally caressed by Naoya so he grunts his frustration as Gojo and Choso step away. He watches as the Zenin slowly spins Elska around with a dumbfounded expression, mouth agape and all. Those amber eyes bleed to red as they fasten to her stomach.
"Baby?", Naoya runs a hand through Elska's hair as she looks up to him with the most endearing eyes. "Is…this?", his other hand gently rests against her lower abdomen, the words escaping him completely as he searches the dull dashes permanently residing in her eyes.
"Yes, my prince…", she brushes her fingertips over his arm until it meets her body as well, "This is our baby!" Her face splits with a teething smile as Naoya stammers with disbelief, continuously looking her over as if its too good to be true.
"No way!", he laughs contagiously, "Baby, this is amazing!", his faces reddens with emotion, "My son!"
"If it ends up being a girl, that would break her heart!", Elska playfully reminds him.
"My child…", he winks with enthusiastic compromise.
Toji tears up, emotively moved as Naoya's demeanor completely switches to that of a proud parent. He knows what that's like and couldn't be more elated for his cousin as her baby bump has sent him over the moon. Toji knows he'll make a fine father, a better one than he himself ever was.
Gojo turns around before exiting the room while thinking, 'Our own little Zenin…', smiling to himself as Naoya's moods are often infectious and certainly impact everyone else, 'I bet it'll be cute! And it'll be there for my own kid when it's born.'
As he's shutting the door to save them from the winter air his last sight of them all becomes that of Naoya swinging Elska around in front of an emotional Toji but what's crazy is, he can't believe he possesses the novel desire to procreate.
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Orao is before the front door again meticulously planning out his entrance as he's more unnerved than ever.
'Are they all as barbaric as that one guy?', he's heard stories of the atrocities Elska's turned have performed and is beginning to fully believe them.
Does he stick with his original story or wing it with a new one? Consistency is better, right? What if he makes up something that doesn't correspond with Genghis? That wouldn't be good. If anyone finds out who he really is he's a dead man and he knows it.
'Satoru Gojo is probably in that melting pot of energy too…no way he'd let me go.'
His mind is scrambled after experiencing their auras but his mind flashes to the pretty chick that left with two guys, one who is a turned. He plans to have some fun in the midst of creating chaos and hopes to see that woman again to aide this conquest. But, there are more important matters at hand like initiating his place with Elska.
"Okay, time to do this…", he resolves while placing his hand onto the knob.
"So where are we going?", Gojo questions as they trek through the long foyer, "I should probably put on some clothes, right?"
Instead of giving elucidation Choso instead growls and brings his knee to his chest prior to reaching the door.
"Dude! Toji's gonna be pissed! Don't break the latch!", is all he thinks to say after Choso pushes his leg out to storm through the door.
"What the hell was that?", Gojo asks to the loud thump that results from the swinging aperture knocking against something solid.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!", Orao grabs his bleeding nose with teary eyes absolutely fed up by this point. He hastily stands up, ready to retaliate but before he knows it, Choso is inches away with fangs hanging. Suddenly all of his might and fight fizzles.
"Sorry about that…", Choso smirks, "Here…", and reaches down for bloodied man but purposefully trips and drives a devastating elbow into the bodyguard that makes him wheeze for air.
"Woah what the fuck, Choso?", Gojo looks down at the two of them, thrown off by how weird that whole exchange was.
As he's helping the being up his eyes freeze onto the man still on the ground. He hones into the mystery man, already apprehensive of some unknown person sneaking around their home but what his eyes tell him are something incredible.
"What do we have here?", he taunts while dragging the battered man to his feet, studying his energy and discerning its variances. Satoru now understands that whatever happened to him when he recently fed from Elska, it's lead to him being able to unlock more of the six-eyes capabilities, 'But what does this mean?'
Orao hasn't any words that can escape his throat while fear stills him beyond repair. As he stands there, dumb and motionless, he faces the Satoru Gojo.
"There's something off about you…", Gojo shares while tilting his head to the side and glancing between Choso and the curly headed blonde.
'Did Choso do that on purpose?', he contemplates while examining the wild look in the being's eyes, that sheer desire to kill. Gojo knows that feeling all too well.
"Body-g-guard…", a hushed whisper leaves Orao at last, "I'm the bodyguard called upon for the Lady, Elska Oda…" He takes a deep breath, being glad that he was able to force that much out at least.
"Looks like you got the shit kicked out of you. How can you protect my love when you can't even defend yourself?" Gojo notices the flash of resilience that courses over the man's eyes at the mention of "my love" and becomes offended by such audacious criticism.
Orao steps back.
"Didn't like that huh? Are you trying to fuckmylove?", Gojo's voice comes off as vile and repugnant, the jealousy swarming and exuding from his vocal cords. He's in the perfect mood for a fight.
Right as he's about to verbally defend himself, Gojo pins Orao against the door and seethes, "Let me hear of you stepping out of line in the slightest. I already do not fucking like you. My love does not need you and I will not hesitate to slice you from sack to sternum to see if your blood is as cancerous as your energy."
Satoru's fangs peer past his lips, his instincts driving him towards making good on his word right then and there. This man's very existence violates Gojo in a manner he can't currently grasp but it leaves him progressively irritated regardless. Something is guiding him to murder.
"Leave him, we have more important matters to attend to…", Choso says this but is honestly thrilled to know that Orao will certainly have to walk on eggshells and live his own little horror.
He knew he could count on Satoru.
"Mehh...they don't even know he's arrived yet…", Gojo's frightening eyes linger on the door but then return to Orao, "Who's to say you ever did?", figuratively cornering him even more.
'I may not have a choice but to fight and run…', the miserable realization being had once Orao senses all the horrific tales about this man must be true as well.
Choso lets this play out longer than he should folding his arms while eating up the pathetic behavior translating through Orao's quaking.
'And they say you can't have favorites amongst offspring.', he smiles to himself while basking in the fact that Satoru Gojo will also come to be perfected very soon, those two-tones eyes are proof.
Choso becomes lost in joy until a cold chill severs his train of thought. Quickly, he states, "Toji will keep a very close eye on him, he too disagrees with his being here. Let's go, Satoru."
Too much time almost passed, too much fear was nearly instilled. He can't afford to let Orao chicken out.
"Cunt.", Gojo spits at the man's shoes and snarls before finally backing away.
He senses something within the bodyguard that could allude to something greater, he at least is certain that this guy is no ordinary wielder of cursed energy. Spinning on his heel to follow Choso, Gojo warns, "Yeah, Toji would bite out your throat with ease…", snickering antagonistically, "…and so would my love."
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"I still can't believe it!", Naoya drops to his knees to place a barrage of kisses on the tiny mound growing inside of her, "First Cho's hair and then this! How long was I out for?!"
He looks up to Elska and Toji but away when he hears her say, "Only one night." He shakes his head in skepticism but is unable to be troubled by the details as their baby has become tangible, not a mere image. Naoya stands up and deeply kisses Elska, hooking her waist to hold simply to make contact with her skin. When their tongues collide, his brow folds and low hum reverberates from the bottom of his heart, vouching to her in a way that can only express his adoration.
Elska becomes consumed with his intensified touch, the way his glowing half lidded eyes rest on her while their lips are pressed together and part. She can already feel him getting hard and this brings her excitement but not only because she's about to experience him. Naoya's had to go through so many trials because of things she's done…so many. What exceeds her ability to understand though is his ability to love her no matter what. His name slips past her lips when his fangs sink into her neck.
Toji examines the two while she's brought to a mess, his own pants tightening as well. He groans wantonly as he puts a foot forward brushing a palm across the aching girth throbbing in polyester chains. He'd only had a small amount when Gojo fed him before so this is looking like the perfect opportunity to add to her pleasure and get his fill. It feels like it's been an eternity.
Elska becomes aware of larger, heavier hands gracing her body and leans her weight against Toji as he joins them. His thick fingers brush aside the hair blocking the junction of her shoulder of the opposite side causing her to brace herself ecstasy.
Naoya adjusts his stance when he notices Toji's arm wrap around the front of her. He closes his eyes and continues to feed while Toji's hand begins rubbing circles through her shorts. It only makes Naoya more aroused these days however since he's grown accustomed to how much she loves being trapped between them.
Her flavor always accentuates when she's reduced to a puddle like this and it's potency is so exhilarating as his thoughts become more innocent when the budding plant appears and displays the growth of thorny vines that anchor it into its surroundings. To Naoya, this is symbolic for its resilience and nothing could please him more.
Elska moans into a breathless gasp and then her flavor restructures into a vibrant lust. When Naoya unlatches his fangs to close her wounds, a devious grin forms when he observes how riled up his cousin gets during feedings. Her lips part with overwhelmed eyes but the Zenin merely bites his lip before hoisting her up around his waist.
Toji dips Elska back against his chest, stabilizing them all as her legs wrap around Naoya. This added height makes feeding easier for him and judging by the hint of the scent trickling from her, this is exactly what she wants.
"Yea, baby?", Naoya teases as he motions her hips to drag essence along his traditional attire, wishing to wear nothing more but her, herself.
He leans his face into her breasts tending to her right nipple with the mastery of his tongue while simultaneously fumbling for the slot in his pants to free his agonizing member. Once he's gripping his base, he chuckles seductively and drags it against her dampened shorts until it springs up with agility.
Elska expects her prince to put his sword to use but he instead drops back to his knees and supports her thighs with his shoulders. She's now suspended in the air as her beloved drinks and Naoya feasts, the conversion of their gifted sensations canceling out any solid thoughts.
Toji opens his eyes enough to witness his cousin's oral exploits and groans to the possibility of taking her in the way they've only just explored. He wants every part of her, to love every single inch of space her body occupies. He removes his teeth, brushes her puncture closed and brazenly states, "We're going to open you up, doll…", sealing his threat with a blood-mixed kiss to her temple. She whimpers to his words but turns her head towards them to share in a salacious meeting of the lips.
Orao has finally made it inside but now he's more aroused than afraid.
He recognizes that pretty little voice and comprehends that one of her turned must having their way. Yet another door blockades him from finally laying eyes on Elska and he's left to wonder how much he can take. Of course, he's aware of the trance turned fall into once engaged so he's pretty sure he'll go unnoticed if he hangs around for a bit. With his ear pressed to the door, he discovers the telling sound of sloppy fellatio.
"Mmmmm…", he hums with his eyes closed so he can try and imagine what is being obscured from his vision. Her gagging ceases as two different voices give praise, one of which being baritone, 'Oh? So, there's more than one in there…' His curiosity gets the better of him when he hears the deep voice say, "Naughty princess.', and slyly turns the knob to simply earn a peek.
"I'll go slow…", Toji assures as Elska sinks into his lap, her back against his chest. He cant help but rub her thighs as she gradually accepts a little more of him, his length twitching as the tip of his head vanishes. He sighs deeply, ravenously, tilting his forehead into her hair while feeling her rear take him in.
"I'm f-ine!", she whimpers while giving herself to her beloved in the shameless way he yearns for.
Naoya stares back at them both eyeing her unattended lady lake while pumping himself with a gripping hand before lining up once she's completely settled over Toji and charmingly whispers, "Again, you're going down, baby."