Amnessia hears Megumi tip-toe into the room and rolls over with enthusiasm. She woke up on the floor of the bathroom shivering with drying tears and wonders if she slipped but no bruises or marks remain to offer clues. Naturally, she was scared at first, confused but doesn't discount a few accountable possibilities that may have caused her to end up as she was.
"I was worried when you didn't show up.", Megumi quietly confesses as he removes his black shirt and pulls back the comforter, "I'm glad you were just resting. We think the turned are evolving which is why they collapsed."
"That's great then!", Amnessia opens her arms and giggles when he outstretches his own to box her in against the pillows. As he shyly smirks over her she rubs her hands up his arms and shares, "I had every intention of following you guys but I think I fell or something…" where Megumi instantly sits up with concern consuming his features.
"What do you mean?!", he anxiously asks while looking over the parts of her that are visible and grabs her hand to gently squeeze, "Are you hurt?!"
"I probably drank too much!", she laughs to help ease his anxieties, "And…I may have been twirling around like a school girl after you left.", ending it with a bright grin, "But I feel fine and nothing hurts."
"Are you sure?", he inquires while trying to hide his elation over her admittedly being smitten. Them taking this new step with each other has left him on cloud 9 as well, 'Maybe even the tenth', he thinks as her deep dark brown eyes study him. Her nails scrape against his scalp as her hand enters his hair, pulling him down.
"Yes, I promise…", she whispers sweetly to which he releases a deep exhale and relaxes. Their lips meet when he hovers over her once more and everything that wasn't verbally given is explained through the gesture. Megumi is so tender towards her, so attending and welcoming. This circulates through her thoughts as he applies more pressure from above with closed lids and a furrowed brow.
He breaks their kiss but only raises inches away to take in her existence once more. Her smile has this infectious way of instantaneously forcing him to reflect the same and it's accompanied by a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. Megumi sighs happily and then gently lays his head against her chest as her legs wrap around his back. He tucks his arms under her shoulders and tells her, "I'm glad.", before closing his eyes to enjoy the moment their in.
Amnessia wonders if her heart will damage his hearing as it beats wildly with the product of their blossoming relationship. He offers a gratified moan when she proceeds to play with hair, the smile creeping across his face felt in her bosom. Her mind wanders around so many topics as he seemingly drifts into sleep, 'Why was I on the floor? Are we together now? Will Temuji-.', her heart skips a beat.
Megumi feels her energy shift and lifts his head to get a visual on the situation, "Amnessia?"
Her face is frozen in shock or like she's come to some realization so he sits up, "What's wrong?"
She too postures upright, sloping on her elbows and absentmindedly scanning the room.
"Temujin…", she mutters with an angled brow as she sifts through memories that may have been blocked or altered for some reason, 'Which is the truth?'
Why does she somehow recall a world where she was surrounded by beings like Elska and Genghis?
The muddle explodes when she finds some similarities between these new memories and the ones she thought to always have known. Genghis saved her from cruelty in both versions by slaying the one who mistreated her, trained her in the ways of utilizing her natural cursed energy abilities, cared for her when no one else would.
'Gaia…'
"Hey! What's going on?", Megumi ranges out to her and directs her face towards him, "Say something!"
Her frantic, wide eyes settle when its clear she finally sees him and calms his own demeanor in response. She whispers his name and the unsettling undertone she exerts causes him to tense up but embraces her openly.
Clinging to his warm skin, she shakily states, "Everything I thought I knew was a lie…", and inhales sharply, "Megumi, I don't think I'm from here…"
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Sain was helping move out what remained as usable equipment from the medical room since the damage must be repaired. As he huffs and heaves the rolling bed through the debri mounds, he stops and cackles to the recollection of how incredible Suguru's new wings looked. Nothing brings Sain more pride and honor than to serve under such a formidable leader and this is saying a lot since the Hunter used to occupy his time with anything but clan politics.
Men such as himself that have morals do not belong in the harrowing grips of such a two-faced game, he knows this. He never liked Kokoro either and was disgusted by the man's undeserved grandiosity while in the shadows all he did was bring ruin and shame to their people. Men that assume they're cleverer than they actually are, are a threat and this is why Sain held so much suspicion towards Genghis as well in the beginning. But Genghis is clever.
Once the bed is out in the hall his view becomes the remnants of the destroyed one, still tucked into the room. 'We're in much better hands now.', he asserts to himself while considering all the growth Suguru has undergone.
"I have an extremely important task for you."
Sain turns around and see Genghis smiling in his direction, having traveled there so he asks, "What can I help with?"
Genghis presents a thick packet of papers and explains, "I have to take care of a few things to ensure Master Suguru isn't overwhelmed so I was hoping to divide up a portion of the load."
Sain accepts the bundle flips through a few and comprehends that the pages contain detailed profiles.
"These are the volunteers organized by clan and categorized by strength.", Genghis begins, "They've each responded with the intention of attending the Zenin ceremony to witness history in the making as well to lay eyes on Lady Oda. You do know a sanctioned alliance is to be announced, don't you?"
Temujin watches the exhilaration flash across the Hunter's face, "My proposed peace is finally being realized…"
Sain pats Genghis arm, "This is wonderful and I think many will sleep easier having this knowledge.", but notices how dusty his own arm is as it falls from his sleeves and clouds the faux head.
Genghis laughs wholeheartedly and waves the culpable expression of Sain's away along with the cloud, "I wish we would have been more honest with each other earlier on.", and receives a silent but agreeable expression from him, "But I am thankful Master Suguru has you on his side, Sain. There's no other man I trust with him more."
Sain nods appreciatively and looks over the top page again, "Isn't this happening soon?", he asks, now grasping that he has no clue of the date. His widened eyes raise to Temujin.
Genghis squints, "Tomorrow evening actually, which is why this is so urgent. I've failed in terms of diligence as of late and allowed my sorrows to dictate my mood." Despite the small window of time, he can see that Sain accepts the task without question so he adds, "You no longer have restrictions on your traveling ability use as you've been promoted. Use this freedom to enhance the success of this duty and all others to come." Sain's blank face stares back as he then adds, "You will represent our clan alongside Master Suguru at this event as well. Robes fitting for such an occasion have been sent to your room, be sure to wear them well.", and grins haughtily before disappearing.
Sain staggers a bit in disbelief as with mere words Genghis has single-handedly raised his station. He tightens his grip on the profiles and travels to his room where he finds, as mentioned, robes fitting for the highest honor. His jaw drops as, "These are…", enters the air. The Titer's golden color shines with its silk thread and along the trim of the sleeves and garment itself, brown stitches representing home come together to form the ancient sigil of cupped hands converging at the finger tips while holding three brown eyes. Sain dares to touch the ensemble now knowing that wearing these robes means his promotion was grander than ever imagined. Genghis has made him an official advisor to Suguru under the ruling of traditional Titer Law and Governance.
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"My Titer…", Elska gasps, when Choso's tongue retracts to his own mouth, "Why do you hesitate even still?"
Suguru's grip on her hips tightens but when she turns to see him, his mood seems incredibly conflicted. Her hybrid proceeds to suck down her neck leaving evidence of his being there while she twists on the couch's arm, "Suguru?"
Getou averts his eyes from her, hating himself for being so complicated at such a simplistic time. Her rear jolts against this erection when Choso nips her shoulder playfully and yet he stands there, dying to say everything running through his mind, finding courage when her dainty hand reaches for him. "Elska…", he begins and is granted an audience as even Choso slows his roll and tunes in, "I want to do this with you, trust me, I really do..."
Elska senses his disposition and knows he's been through a lot lately so she quells her needs so he can unburden himself, "Go ahead, you can talk to me.", she offers kindly. While grabbing up both his and Choso's hand, she kisses Suguru's and notions for him to continue.
Suguru sighs heavily, adoring her patience, "I could get lost in this moment with you, succumb to what we all crave…", he softens his eyes, "But I need to express my regrets to you first."
Her expression facilitates her already displayed forgiveness but he continues, "I have done horrible things to you ever since we've met. Before then, I ordered others to do so on my account."When he looks away again weighted with shame she kisses his cheek, bringing him even deeper confusion, though he's glad.
"I vow to never do anything that will bring you harm, I only wish to see you happy and protected…I don't care under which clan either." Elska appears to understand the vast depth of those words; the fact that his goal, even when he despised the idea was to make her a Titer. "I'm serious, little one. The formal name you take will bar no hold on my feelings for you…" He looks to the giant bed filled with her turned, "I want to be better to Naoya too, to work towards a solution we can both live with…"
Choso smirks, knowing that Gojo's cheeky idea will manifest, "You and Naoya will be remedied soon but you will not immediately agree with the path that leads to this. Allow Naoya to come up with the punishment that excludes maiming or death and you can obtain your truce."
Suguru catches a faint sight of the violet dashes in Choso's eyes as he spoke of the future and becomes perforated with restlessness. Instincts on fire, he snatches Elska off of the couch and shoves her behind his back as he studies the eerily tranquil hybrid.
Choso smiles in a way that nearly taunts him causing Getou to inhale sharply as he turns to Elska, "Can you not sense it???!" Suguru darts his eyes back to the being and tries to gather rationale that would help explain why his presence is reminiscent of the FinalStage.
Elska tries to get in between them but Suguru manhandles her back in place, "My Titer, what is going on with you?!" She looks at Choso from around his arm and sees her hybrid isn't doing anything antagonistic or weird, "He's just a little different now!"
"The fu-...No, Elska…", Suguru begins to sweat, clenching his jaw, "Something is off here…"
The nude Choso takes a step closer and frowns when Getou pulls them farther away. He knew this would happen though so its of no surprise. With a confidently lifted head and eyes switching between the two, he states, "You know who I am and I did what I had to preserve you."
All of the sound fades from Suguru's ears aside from the ragged pumping of his blood. 'What the fuck did he just say?', he wonders as his eyes narrow and he recalls his time spent trapped in that stage, reliving all of the worst experiences life has gifted him with.
The being's violet dashes grow in intensity as if someone lifted the dimmer switch until the hue swallows the red, "Little one, this motherfucker is NOT Choso…" He's unsure if they're in danger or not but he can sense that ancient malevolence clear as day.
"But I am.", the hybrid refutes with soft eyes aimed at Elska, "My evolution varied from yours is all." He offers a soft smile and tells her through thought, 'I am still Choso.'
Elska peeks from behind her Titer and believes what she hears, "I told you!", she places her hand to Suguru's back, "Please, just stop...we need to stop this bickering!"
Suguru glances down and studies her for a second concerned and frightened by what this could mean. He's come to learn that ominous presence as if it were his very own, there's no miscalculation on his part.
Trauma.
In an attempt to whisper, Suguru says, "That thing from the Final Stage is in him! How can you not feel it?!", and watches the realization try to course over her.
'Mictlantecuhtli…', echoes his mind, a word he knows he said when frenzied that holds significant yet nebulous meaning.
"Not a thing but a being.", Choso folds his arms, losing his patience, "This is how you show your gratitude, Titer? By trying to spoil her mind against me?" He takes a step closer, "You would not even be alive if I did not care for you…but I've come to love you all."
Elska, bewildered but still defensive over her hybrid tries to dash past Getou but he throws out his arm and stops her.
"What the…", Suguru who'd been glaring at Choso wasn't paying attention to where his hand landed. He felt something solid but soft, protruding yet small. When his eyes befall to her baby bump, he jerks his hand away swiftly and finds that even less makes sense.
"You've…you've not even been pregnant that long…", his voice trails out as he timidly extends his arm back towards the Zenin child to be, "How is this possible?", he asks with incredulity, "How long was I trapped in there?!"
Elska, completely taken back by Suguru's instant tenderness, places her hand over his, "I don't know how it's possible but it happened earlier this evening…", and glides her fingertips over his stationed hand.
She watches Suguru's mixed emotions unfold. His expression sags as a flare of jealousy swims to the surface but it's easy to discern that he's not actually angry. She cups his cheek and explains, "I'll give you a child too…", and snickers to how it didn't connect to his ears.
Getou whips his head over at Choso, who's staring at her womb with blatant sorrow thus leading Suguru to believe that maybe it really is him. 'All the turned aside from Zenin would be forlorn…', he reminds himself as he's one of them. That's when her words hit him and he's dazedly finding her gaze when he accidentally murmurs, "Us have a baby?!" He doesn't even know how that dynamic will work but something in him deescalates when she embraces him. 'Does she really mean it?', he simply won't allow himself to believe.
"Yes, Suguru…", she kisses his exposed chest under the golden robes, "You are my beloved as well and I have decided that I will do my part and help produce our dynasties for generations to come.", she reaches up to hold his cheek, "The world is ours to take and we will do exactly that." His eyes train on her but she taps into his thoughts and discovers that he's mauling through repentance since impregnating her has always been the goal. He simply has a hard time trusting that he deserves such a life, "Imagine my Titer, a ruling guard made from me and all of you…"
Her eyes glow and captivate him into a trance as the idea of her carrying his own offspring manages to excite the most broken pathways in his brain, synapsing them alive once more. He bends down and deeply kisses Elska as she pushes the robes from his shoulders and scoops her waist as he finally allows passion to prevail. "I want you more than anything…", he gasps into her, the desperation to make this dream come true fueling him. This woman; the tiny ferocious female trusting her form in his arms he decides, is going to get exactly what she's asking for.
Choso whines under his breath while observing the subtle aggression Suguru demonstrates. The Titer digs his fingers into her soft skin, blanching his own digits as they engrave a reddened path from her shoulder blades, down to her ass. A hazardous smirk stains his lips when Getou spins her around and encourages her to climb back on the arm of the couch, 'What a wonderful day this is.'
Elska goes to arch her back when Suguru aligns himself but is pleasantly surprised when his large hands pull her back against his chest. Her head is turned to the side, towards him, where his tongue enters her mouth as he pushes himself in and his demeanor, that fire in him, it's all so remarkable. Feeling every steely, warm inch of him slide in while his moans combat her own causes her stomach to flutter.
Suguru licks his lips and then nips her bottom one as he seats himself in completely. Her glazed over half-lidded eyes lock onto him as he cautiously motions his hips. He can't keep his hands off of her, nor his mouth even despite his aggregated concerns over Choso whom he knows has become something else. That's when the hybrid offers a wrist, without immediate elucidation.
"Taste me.", he tells Suguru who's features contort with cruel judgment. When the Titer doesn't, Choso steals Elska's face and imposes a sloppy meeting of the lips, shuddering to her mewls. He uses his free hand to caress her breasts and tweak her perking nipples while she endures Suguru's slow stroking length, "Don't you want to see him do that, Elska?", Choso instigates.
With Suguru's hand now around her throat and Choso's exploring her, she groans breathlessly and confesses, "I do." Before she can even worry about her Titer's discomfort though the aroma of Choso's blood explodes past her nose. Suguru engaged.
Choso steps closer having expected that his blood would ramp the Titer up. Suguru feverishly increases his pace with glowing eyes and begins snapping his hips, causing her body to jiggle under the garter belt. He enjoys being fed on too as he's waited so long to remember what it was truly like.
Time heals and erases you see, so many things Mictlantecuhtli had once been familiar with feel like the first time once again.
With his flowing energy now left unchecked Choso pulls Elska's upper half down and sighs when she opens her mouth, "So perfect…", he repeats like many times this night before.
Elska swallows her hybrid down and gladly takes his rutting as he matches Suguru's speed. Their prodding leaves her so fulfilled, so unabashedly euphoric while their dominating nature surfaces. She gags on Choso when his shaft disappears into her throat but looks up to him the best she can to iterate that she's enjoying this. To her surprise, it seemed he already comprehends this so he doesn't let up. If she could currently smile, she would.
Suguru can't help but fixate on how her body accepts his girth, how slick and receptive she is. He sloshes through her dripping core and perceives the refractive shimmering of her affection.
"Little one…", he moans to the mechanical noises she produces as result of both of their actions, "Fuck…you really want it don't it don't you?"
At this time, Choso removes himself from her mouth and meets his eyes as he hears her choking voice cry, "Own your Master."
Choso guides her to sit upright again and crashes his lips to hers, not even caring about the saliva smeared along her face. When he pulls away, he whispers, "To your knees…", and hums to how her brow furrows wantonly. While they gaze into each other, Choso shifts his eyes to the couch and back to hers to give hint of his intention and taunts, "But he didn't warm you up first…how will my lovely yolotli manage us both?" She melts to his sentence as a masochist would bringing him to the joy of elevating things to the next level.
Suguru catches this exchange and drowns in the lust of his near future; she wants it all. In a friendlier tone, he corrects Choso, "I haven't warmed her up yet.", and then proceeds to trail his fingers along Elska's lips which she takes in and lubricates.
There's no ignoring how much Choso enjoys watching her submit, and there's no arguing that it doesn't birth the most sensual planes of depravity within himself. Her tongue splits his digits and swirls around them, something that only extends the spell.
Suguru nudges his length deep into her until all he sees are chiseled abs connecting to the plumpness of her ass, "Mmmm...but I will now."
Elska reddens when the string of saliva snaps from Getou's fingers and her hybrid hones into her expectantly. When she ravenously cries out from Suguru's fingers massaging into her second entrance, Choso's hand catches her throat where he again, assaults her with a primal kiss. They feel so fucking good, both of her beloveds.
Choso hisses to her pleasured expression, how her eyes illuminate brightly. He plans to unshackle her from the constraints of reason, to reach deep into her soul and offer the purest notion of existence. He wants to see his perfect imperfection as she truly is, or at least to get a glimpse of what she will be.
Choso can't wait for certain events to come and pass for he knows that at the end of it all, she will be granted the life she's always deserved and the staples of her ancestors will be met; reminding him that Gojo purchased something extraordinary, something Choso wasn't familiar with but Mictlantecuhtli is imaginative enough to comprehend even if he didn't already know.
Suguru whispers, "I'm going deeper…", as his digits bury into her flesh. He saw Choso walk out of the room but pays it no mind as he proceeds to coax her body. She takes him though and relaxes that orifice as she hugs the couch arm, muffled cries of pleasure being huffed into its fabric.
"Little one…", he gasps when she becomes notably wetter, still mystified by how she enjoys such physical manipulation. He resumes his hips as he moves his wrist at a more delicate pace, not wanting to cause her discomfort of any kind but offers, "I will ruin you in the best of ways.", and is forced to moan when she tightens. He changes his stance, now half perched on the couch as well so he can lean over and completely govern her.
Elska yelps to his angle, how he's confining her to this on spot with his mass. She hears him breathing near her ear so she lifts her head to turn it towards him. His breath splashes against her shoulder, his voice singing subtleties of his delight. To think this man used to survive in her fantasies only to relive different ways of his death. She wishes to kiss him, to occupy her mouth with more of her seductive Titer and tells him this to which she receives a chuckled moan.
Choso stands in the doorway to observe some more, the item in one hand and a small squeeze bottle in the other. He coats the toy with the slippery fluid and then pumps his own length when Suguru bends Elska backwards to kiss her from above. She looks so malleable, so…fuckable, that he can't even stand it. The way she's currently contorted only gives Choso more flare as the hands of Suguru consume her body, gripping, squeezing, bruising that delicate skin. He's ready.
Suguru rams into Elska one good time while staring into her eyes, anchoring in with parted lips as she whimpers his name. He couldn't stop the growl leaving his throat, the forming of his fangs but he becomes sidetracked when Choso brings before him, the plug.
Elska's eyes widen, "Oh? Where did you get that from, my hybrid?", she questions warily as it exchanges hands. She digs her fingers into the couch, anticipating the stretch.
Choso combs through her hair with sincerity, "Your wicked Satoru Gojo.", he replies admirably, ending it with a dominating kiss. He kneels down so she can rest her body and not strain but doesn't let her escape his oral onslaught as she twitches from Suguru pushing it in.
Getou slowly rocks his hips against her suctioning walls as he carefully nudges the black gem toy into the obedient muscle. When she tenses up, he coos to her, "I've seen you take bigger, little one…", referring to his own length and sighs with longing as he's able to sink it in further. He can't believe he's doing all this to her. Of course, he's a freaky kind of lover who loves control but he simply has hard time comparing the sweet Elska they all know to the one that's letting him fill her holes. It's like night and day.
She feels the expansion within, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as they gang up on her with the nastiest of intentions. She wasn't sure that the plug had been installed until Suguru slaps her ass and pummels through her core eagerly. Tucking her face into the arm, she braces for her life as the orgasm innervates her body. Suguru's deep strokes through her womanhood coupled with the pressure of the toy and then Choso's ominous glare brings her to a release that leaves her quaking.
Suguru turns his head upwards and shuts his eyes to stave off his own end when she contracts wildly around his length and practically screams her appreciation. He doesn't let up though, he proceeds to fuck her through the orgasm in hopes that it'll be one she never forgets; he certainly won't. When he finally pulls out of her, he studies her dripping entrance and smirks to her clenching around nothing, "The things we're going to do tonight, Elska…", he muses, "I have never loved a woman more."
Choso lifts her chin, loving her tearing eyes, "Why don't we give you a little more time…", gently helping her from the couch to stand on unsteady legs, "We don't want to rush this, right?" He sees his violet hue brighten her face but the look she gives him speaks volumes as she may soon come to notice the depth of their connection. Nothing makes him happier.
Understanding what Choso wants, Elska smiles deviously and lowers to her knees. There's definitely something new about the being that makes her want to obey. She feels like Choso is still himself but cannot argue that oddly placed air of arrogance is very new and unlike the sweet half-curse. His energy too though and the strange language he speaks from time to time, all ancient, powerful and debilitating. There's a unique masterful quality about Choso that she feels she's known her entire life, she just can't explain it.
"Turn this way.", Getou commands, angling her in a manner in which her backside is exposed by the wall of mirrors. Her mouth wraps around Choso's length but when Suguru looks down, he can see the plug's gem, the sexy garter belt fluffing her flesh, her beautiful slit and the way her toes curl under her rear as her throat is opened. He takes up his own length and holds it catty-corner near her face while she drools over Choso's pumping. He's excited by this, something he never thought he'd come to enjoy but taking her with another is just as pleasurable as having her to himself. His eyes glow as he taps her cheek with his flesh, groaning deeply when she quickly attends to him and guzzles his girth down.
Choso strolls around to be behind her, gathering up her hair, "Let me help you, Elska…", his tone saccharine and misleading while he pushes her head down over Getou. He holds her there, let's her choke but then pulls back on the bundle of locks to let her breathe. When his eyes flash up to Suguru's, he can sense the Titer's uncertainties but confidently tells him, "I'm blessed with the knowledge of her deepest desires.", pushing her head down again but controlling the cyclical movements completely now. Its at this time that Choso streaks his view down her back slowly, taking in every detail of his greatest success. He enters her core and whines unabashedly to the arousal seeping out of her and onto his genitalia, where he instantly brews a menacing pace. "So perf-ect", he gasps in to her ear while removing his hand from her head so Getou can take over.
Holding the back of her head Getou glares from above as he fucks her throat, her eyes never leaving him even as they squint. He loves sloppy things in this context, why should it ever be anything otherwise? He yanks his shaft from her and pulls it upwards with a raised eyebrow. He didn't even need to say anything, she knew what to do in the sensual way he was hoping for. Taking a deep breath with a racing heart, he strokes himself while she uses her tongue to collect his balls and suck them in and the glowing from her thrill makes his knees want to buckle.
"It's time.", Choso breathlessly states as his focus becomes that of only her.
Elska whimpers, out of breath and a complete mess but follows Suguru with her eyes as he lays down on the couch. She was already making the move to get up when Choso stings her skin with an affectionate slap, soon kissing the raised and reddened parts. She crawls up the couch, over Suguru and leans down to press her lips against him as he guides his length into her. His hands immediately demand that she surrender her weight as he pulls her down his shaft completely.
"Feelsso good", she tells them as Choso climbs up to mount himself behind her. When the being starts manipulating the plug, she folds forward and moans into Suguru's mouth, clinging to his biceps as its removed from her.
Choso rubs the curves of her body, penetrating the target with merely his eyes, "I too want more…", is all he says as he dives down.
Getou shrieks when he feels Choso's tongue graze his impaling shaft and is suddenly not into this as much as he was, "DON'T FUCKING LICK ME!", he gasps in fright, nearly tossing Elska across the room in defensive response.
Choso lifts his head, annoyance strewn across his face, "It was not intentional but it's bound to happen." He thinks to himself, 'What a conservative turned…', not comprehending why that was such a big deal. "Satoru Gojo wouldn't complain.", this, the being is certain of.
Their nature should be of his own which is completely open and unbarred by the idiotic constraints this world offers. It's not that Mictlantecuhtli is inherently attracted to men but he undoubtedly loves all of her turned which are his own creation as well and only wishes to bring them the reward of pleasure and riches. Mictlantecuhtli simply is unable to fully grasp the concept of sexual preference in this situation and this dilemma is unfortunately amplified through the pure nature and experiences of Choso himself.
Elska keeps her head down and takes this time to catch her breath as she internalizes that Choso isn't concerned with the distinguishing of their bodies as it seems to be all the same to him. She wants to giggle too, Suguru's reaction was hilarious but she doesn't want to upset him either so she raises her chin to meet his face and sensually slips her tongue in. When she can feel he's calmed down, she takes pity on her strictly hetero turned and rides him as Choso's tongue enters her in the most debauched way possible.
Suguru, still on edge allows Elska to lead him back into the sanity as she maneuvers her whole body to tend to his wounded masculinity. She scoots up a little to reach his face better but once their lips are connected, he thrusts from below and hammers her into submission. Choso's moans can be heard as well as the being devours her with eyes locked to her from behind. But then, Suguru feels his tongue, again.
Choso snarls when gravity is applied to him and rancorously releases his wings and scowls once he breaks a part the formerly unstoppable technique. Elska turns around with worried eyes.
"Nahhhh...How the fuck did you that?!", Suguru is back in the frame of mind that something is wrong with Choso, that he's too different now.
Cautiously, he attempts to remove Elska off of him to save her from whatever comes next but Choso's presence intensifies tremendously now striking him with a wave of fear.
"I told you; my evolution was different.", the being seethes, doing his best to not retaliate to such an offense. When Getou's red eyes narrow to him, Choso scoffs and flattens his hand on Elska's back to keep her there, "It's not like I did this or anything…", he growls angrily while taking Suguru's manhood into his hand.
The enraged roar that diffused from her Titer actually scares her. She whips around to face Choso the best she can again and slaps his wrist until his hand frees Suguru's member, "Why would you do that to him?!", she doesn't understand her hybrid's reasoning but senses his impatience.
'Choso is really different now…', she thinks but then instantly hears, 'Yes, I am.', chilling her blood in an obtuse from of enthrallment. Rotating back to her Titer, she asks, "Are you alright? Do you want to stop?" She's learned her lesson with forcing her turned to engage, a mistake she'll never make again.
Suguru slides from underneath her so he can stand and calls for his own wings, all while bearing his fangs to the hybrid. Once they form, his rage subsides for a moment as Elska nears to touch their metal brilliance. He curls the tips of his left one inward, around her as if to symbolize he will be her shield. Lightly, she runs her fingertips over them and comments on their beauty and larger size.
Choso, knowing what to do next, plops onto the couch behind her before pulling her hips to have her join. With her back against him, he lifts her up and snakes a hand down under her to aim his length to the hole he's become fascinated by, though he loves all of hers. She whines as he demands her cooperation but is soon motioning himself and taking her.
"There.", Choso barks to Getou, "Now there's nothing I can…", he moans when she accepts it all, "…do to you."
Elska hooks her hands under her knees to hold her legs open gifting Suguru with, surely, a lamentable image. She's trying to manage both of them right now but they're on opposite ends of the spectrum here. Her Titer glowers at them both, how they're connected but then she hears his voice in her mind, 'Choso wants to play? I'll fucking play.'
Getou's wing flap menacingly as he stalks over to the couch again with darkened eyes that rue payback, the sight invigorating.
Suguru leans himself between her legs and around Choso's before lifting her chin with a curled finger to say, "Little one, do you enjoy seeing me upset?", to which her expression becomes confused and shakes her head no. "Hmmm…", he pretends ponder on her response, "It seems as though you prefer me agitated though."
"Sugu-…", as she was about to explain her defense, he wrenches a hand around her throat and slides through her womanhood. As soon as he's in, he combats Choso's speed as if he intends to wreck her but at the same time she swears he's hiding a smirk. 'It's just like before…', she realizes the similarities from situation with him and Naoya and wonders if she hasn't made yet, another mistake.
"Yes…", Choso pants, "Just like…that…", he wraps his arms around his belovedElska and steadies her as Suguru courses in and out, bringing him pleasure as well. He hears, "Shut the fuck up!", from Getou as he warns it through his teeth. Choso knows that if he pushes to assert his dominance, this will all fall apart so he's made to bite his tongue and enjoy their current predicament instead. He too, continues his own efforts and decides that he wants another taste, puncturing her with his fangs as she writhes between them.
Suguru growls again, seeing as Choso's teeth brought her such fulfillment and joins the feeding party. Elska's cascading voice fades to nothing all while her mouth is open in disbelief as they drink and rock into her. The Titer can distinguish her orgasm, sense the pheromones and as she's on the brink of destruction he clamps his jaw down more than necessary sending her into a beautiful brief convulsion.
Choso's brow bends to her flavor; all the different emotions swirling within flowing across his tongue. She's a masterpiece. Her fluttering muscles from her demise have the affect he knew they would and he's soon roping his seed into her and endures the over stimulation as Suguru proceeds with caution to the wind. He inhales the scent deeply, imagining it entering his lungs and spilling through his entirety while he lifts his fangs and closes her wounds.
"I can't…ahhhh", Elska is experiencing diplopia as she tries to focus on her Titer's face. His movements are less coordinated and the sounds he produces, more animalistic. He crashes his lips to hers and makes her open wide as he dominates the meeting while pumping into her limp form. His final thrusts are accompanied by vulgar moans, his hips twitching as she feels his seed shooting within.
The room hushes aside from the jagged breathing of the three who simmer down to hushed gasps, except for Elska's whimpers to them sliding out.
Choso carefully lays her on her side after scooting from under and stares at her leaking openings with the greatest satisfaction. He releases his wings and then turns to Suguru who does the same but watches the Titer kneel beside her.
"Was…", Getou takes a breath, "…that too much??" He's snapped out of it now and is back to the version of himself that vowed to never hurt her again. He's metaphorically on the edge of his seat as she gathers her wits, it would destroy him if she felt anything but bliss through that whole ordeal. Her hand cups his cheek though, so soft and tenderly.
"All-in-all, I'd say that was sensational, my beloveds…", she pulls Suguru's head down as he exhales through his nose with a sense of relief. It touches her deeply too, that he was able to go wild but never be cruel. She was really worried there for a minute when he and Choso were going at it but thankfully, it didn't escalate.
Choso perches onto the arm of the couch where she once was and rubs her feet. All that time, waiting…planning…it was worth it. He sighs as his eyes explore her some more. If she only knew.
"We need to clean you up, little one.", Suguru chuckles against her lips, "There's quite the mess."
"No, we don't.", Choso simply wants to bathe in this sight a little longer and is perfectly capable of tidying up.
Suguru narrows his vision ignoring the hybrid as he stands to walk to the bathroom, his eyes taking to the shower. The last time he truly experienced Elska was in the confines of that translucent glass but his head lowers when recalls what came after. He's at least reinforced with the idea that his sexual tendencies match hers now and that there's still a lot he has to learn about her. He's more than fine with that.
"Choso!"
Suguru snatches a towel and beelines for the room again but what he sees makes him want to vomit.
Elska squirms under him, startled by the sudden gesture as Choso's face is buried into her sensitive areas cleaning in his own way.
Suguru drops the towel and stumbles backwards, unable to convince himself that what he's perceiving is actually real.
"You're fucking sick dude!", he shouts, invaded by the idea that the hybrid just slurped both of their loads away, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Now Suguru truly wretches and covers his mouth as hunches over unsteadily, 'What would compel him to fucking do that?!!'
Elska, frozen stiff and muddled as well lies there apprehensively. Choso lifts his head but moans deeply and places kisses all over her labia while whispering, "There's nothing I won't do for or to you, yolotli."
"Heart!", Elska chirps, stealing Suguru's paled attention and an amused smirk from Choso, "That means heart, doesn't it?"
Choso licks up her entire abdomen, between her breast and veers off to the right side of her neck, "Depending on context, yes, that's what it translates to…"
Getou frowns, 'Once said, I knew she was correct…but how? What is happening to us?' He studies the hybrid caressing her tenderly and forms even more questions. "How did you know that, little one?", he asks softly to mask all of the reservations.
"The way I use it has different meaning however…", Choso explains in a sultry tone, "When paired with the significance of a person, heart becomes 'the reason to go on' Her eyes glow and the colorful dashes appear, granting him the sneak peek he'd hoped for. "That is why I call you yolotli. You are that reason for me."
"You are so mysterious.", Elska searches his loving violet eyes with the knowledge of his devotion and definitely finds Choso staring back at her. Her hand sifts through his wavy hair, brushing it behind his ear, "Darling Choso…"
A spike in the other turned's energy surges to which Choso sits up over top of her and shares, "They'll be awake soon."
Elska lights up, elated with this news.
"But Satoru Gojo is going to have a difficult time adjusting.", he warns to her perplexed eyes, "Prior to befalling this recent synthesis, he was met with a mental barrier."
He watches Elska look to her silver shaman with fright, "He will be okay eventually but he's going to require more attention than the rest of us for initially." the being hates admitting that but he too cares about Gojo, "Naoya's scalar energy hurt him badly and Satoru Gojo has never been met with a force like that. Because Naoya shares our energy, it destroyed the sequencing of his infinity but scalar energy is incredibly devastating in itself. It may have singed Satoru even if Naoya were still human." He takes Elska's hand, "It opened up many old wounds, things he's forgotten about, all of which he'd rather forget again."
Suguru, kind of hating this news as he's positive him and Gojo are cool now, asks, "Like what?"
Choso rolls his lips together, "Let's just say he's going to need comfort. If he doesn't receive it, it'll be his awakening all over again." There's no need to rile Getou up with the explanation since some it involves fallen Titers.
Suguru grabs his robes, hurriedly dons them and paces over to Elska, "I cannot allow this despite my fondness with Gojo.", he remorsefully states while remembering that Satoru actually killed her. "Why would you suggest her involvement if its going to be that dangerous?! What if something happens and I can't bring her back?!"
Choso climbs off the couch, no shame for his bareness but looks Suguru directly in the eye, "You should know better than anyone that she is the only one who can make her turned obey."
"I'll have to fight him?! AGAIN?!", she inhales shakily, not feeling the most confident about that turning out well. Suguru squeezes her hand with defiance in his eyes like he wouldn't dare let it happen.
"Not necessarily.", Choso sighs, "And I believe I'm partially to thank for her resurrection, mind you, sensible Titer." Elska and Suguru both offer puzzled looks but he knows they'll understand one day. She was technically gone when he used his earthly matter to enter her and Suguru probably didn't understand what he was seeing.
"All you have to do yolotli is be there for him. He would and will do anything for you, he deserves your time."
"I will.", she whispers while her view drifts to her unconscious sweet Sati, heart twisting at the thought of him suffering, "He will not go without support so long as I breathe."