Satoru feels like he's getting smaller.
He wants to actually run out of the room…teleport even.
'I think you would be surprised by my reaction if you'd only tell me the truth.', ringing through his mind, unable to help but feel she would definitely be the surprised one.
For once, he's afraid to look at her, his beautiful Elska.
'Has it really come to this?', he can only wonder.
She's inches away from his face comforting him with intermittent sweet pecs on his cheekbone but his expression is etched with anxiety. The weight of the lies threaten to crush his shoulders.
Gojo hisses to his own sensitivity when she climbs back over him to hover, brushing against his bare, semi-softened member with her knee.
They're both a sticky, sweaty mess by this point and Elska's eyes shift to the bathroom mentally gathering that another shower is in order soon. When she brings her focus back to her boyfriend, she can tell Satoru is uncomfortable and attempting to dodge her stare.
'I figured as much...', although she is not enjoying this interrogation either.
How can she properly express that she's drawn to that wickedness inside of him? How could she expect him to believe words like that either?
Elska's aware that she likely embodies something obscure as well and if she's being honest, the idea of being matched with Gojo's darkness entertains the feeling of being indestructible. She wishes she could have seen that side through a different scenario, one not involving his violence against Toji but nonetheless, she's so incredibly captivated by that side of Satoru now.
His barbarism speaks to something within her.
Satoru's depressed demeanor has her worried though, could it really be that bad? He's obviously not going to come out and say anything which makes her wonder what she would pull from feeding.
'Would he be willing though with his current mood? It's understandable if not.', she cups his cheeks and raises his head to meet hers as her thighs slightly tremble around him.
Her very own red glow reflects on his face, shining brilliantly in his eyes; she admires it while awaiting his reaction. Elska's starting to feel a little frail from all of the physical activity and from giving Toji a decent amount of blood for his first time. Her worries seem so pointless as Satoru's expression softens and blooms into a warm smile.
"My love, please feed…I'm happy for it.", Gojo brings his arms around her back, his right hand hugging her right shoulder and his left wrapping down and around to her hip.
He meant to accentuate his elation over her wanting to feed and figures she understands because of the way she sheds the insecurities and blushes to her pet name. Even when her memories were butchered, she came up with a similar name for him again.
'Sati...', Gojo snickers to himself as it sounds too weird coming from him. All while lovingly swiping the hair from her face, her voice from years ago creeps up into awareness and strikes him.
'SATORIII!'
Satoru shivers in Elska's hold, haunted by the tone she used to hold in regards to him. His bright eyes darken and fall to the right when images of her fear and repulsion float to his immediate thoughts; the manner in which she used to scream and claw...
"Sati?"
A slight yet sharp inhale symbolizes his relief when Elska calls to him softly. Her incontestable fondness and loyalty regards him with everything he knows he doesn't deserve.
Little things like that are what made him feel they were fated, regardless of how they came to be at this point.
"Go ahead love, I'm all veins."
"Sati…"
Elska leans down and kisses him deeply to express her love through the act itself.
She trails from his lips occasionally nipping along the path, working across his cheek before he's leaning his head back and over giving her access to his neck. Satoru's sweet gratified moan fills her already inflated feelings; she loves the way he tastes. No one else is seasoned like Satoru Gojo. Even if she's never been fully able to understand all of the information given, he's just so enthralling and there's so much depth. She desperately is hoping for more of a hint this time, wanting some kind of forewarning to the information he's keeping from her.
What if it really is that bad?
Could she see herself losing love for him?
Easing her mind, Elska sinks her fangs into him and incites mutual whimpers.
Him for the sensation and her for the flavor.
As she suckles softly and brings her left arm to place against his chest for stability, her right hand longingly grasps his silver strands of follicles by their base. Overwhelming emotions flow into her as she begins to modulate his taste's sensations and the structural waves of information. Things are still pretty muddled but she can clearly decipher Satoru's love for her and its unique composition. It's controlling warmth is actually blending into all of the other emotions as well and is truly unbelievable.
Dashes of anger sprinkle about followed by that same cryptic deep seasoned substance as usual.
What on this earth is it?
She hears Satoru groan and his respiration begins to deepen while his body begins to relax from the initial rush. She closes her eyes again, wishing she could express the smile of his delight but doesn't want to potentially waste any of him.
She's lost in the ritual; his pleasured sounds filling her ears as his wonderful nourishment fills her soul. Gojo begins gently rubbing across the small of her back as the recognizable lingering of his desperation, guilt and fear bleed across her tongue, so much so that she begins to tear up immediately.
Satoru hears her sniffling and becomes alarmed. He places his left hand over her head and whispers in between pleasured gasps, "My love… please don't…cry.", to which exasperates her into tears. He pulls her back away from him, hands on her shoulders and bewilderingly eyes aimed at her in order to understand why.
"Love? What is it?"
"You're in so much pain Sati and you won't even tell me why… I know it has to do with me and I-..I'm scared. What is it? Why can't I ever figure you out!?"
Her voice is of complete loss as she cries above him and he cringes knowing he's to blame.
'What should I do?', he hasn't a clue.
"Love...", he whispers, "Shhh...", wishing he could understand why she abruptly becomes so upset after feeding sometimes. Instead of having answers or digging to find them however, he just watches her above him and simultaneously sinks into the cushions as that said guilt gradually crushes him.
Elska brings her fingertips over the small puncture wounds, watching them fade away and close before her hand is removed. This isn't like her actual healing ability though. In fact, she can only heal her bite marks in this fashion although unsure as to why; the technique is completely different.
"Say something love, are you alright?"
The tears have stopped now that she's not receiving that constant mirroring stimulation from him but his agony remains in her heart.
Such grand sadness.
This fact confines her with the prospect of how terrible whatever this can be really is.
After watching her crack at the seams a bit, Satoru instinctively cradles her from the couch and stands to his feet. He wants to carry her to their new room down the hall, hoping that a change of scenery will help relax the both of them seeing as the reminder of Toji is everywhere. They're still completely exposed though and the idea of moving her naked seems risky.
Gojo is rather beside himself at the fact that she senses something serious is up but still isn't revolting to his touch. He'll take what she gives gracefully and iterates this to himself while mauling over how she seems frustrated but not even that angry with him.
"I'm going to get us something to throw on..", he informs while setting her down on the edge of the bed with the intention of rummaging through her tall dresser, hoping she still had some clothes left in there.
"The bottom drawer silly…", Elska assists him verbally as he never knows where things are without her help. She does all of the sorting and housework usually so it's natural.
He turns to flash a quick smile but his eyes use themselves to gain a visual of her from head to toe, offering, "Thanks love.", before redirecting back to the task at hand.
Elska is in such a rapid declining state of exhaustion after everything that's taken place that night and now that the pheromones have dissipated, she can feel the true assault on her energy and nourishment, primarily from Toji. Her limbs and hips are tingling as if they've been asleep, her throat feeling better after drinking in Satoru but still pretty raw. She's not even sure she has the energy for a shower but for some reason a bath doesn't sound too bad and this baffles her momentarily as she's never preferred to soak.
"How would I ever find a thing without you? You know me so well!", Satoru chuckles at first but then becomes silent to his own words and frowns into the drawer that has a few folded slips left.
'Why the fuck would I say that of all things?', he morosely reaches for the baby blue night dress, gently holding it with both hands as he brings it toward chest and sighs, 'She doesn't know shit about me...'
"Well apparently not!", Elska scoffs in a decisively carefree way as his body stiffens to her snappy remark before turning around to look at her.
Gojo isn't sure what he's supposed to say but his apprehension builds until their eyes meet.
'My poor love has been through too much tonight.', Satoru gathers this once studying the evolution of her composure, 'She looks really out of it now...'
He's no longer threatened by her words as he realizes she's beyond tired and needs to rest.
'Thank God…', Gojo brings the slip over to her and instructs her to lift her arms and she does, 'I'm fucking safe.'
After he pulls it down past her head and down her ribs, he pats her on the sides of her butt so she'll stand up and invite gravity to do the rest of the work.
When Elska stands her arms immediately fly around his neck and she throws her entirety into his still fully naked body to which he engulfs her back. The feeling of her satin material against his skin is soothing which is why he always associates that thread with her now.
His eyes are closed as he softly sways them back and forth and humming when he feels a sudden surge of energy that sends him into defensive mode.
Gojo places a hand snuggly on her head as he quickly searches the room, discovering nothing. He tries honing in on the presence using detection from his six-eyes but he's not able to locate anything in particular, it was like a blip on a radar. He definitely feels that they were being watched but it's also possible that he's pretty fucking tired himself.
"Satii?", Elska slurs into his chest as her weight is being completely supported by him, "What the hell was that?",
'So, she felt it too?', Satoru reaches up to her hands and pulls them apart behind his head to lean her into the bed so he can at least urgently cover his junk. She's a bit wobbly but is still pretty alert, enough to be able to handle this self-supporting mission at least. He darts to the couch which is reached in a few long-legged lunges and dons his pants, looking back to her after he aligns the top button.
Elska's just leaning to her right side near the pillows, smiling and observing him hop into his shaman wear no longer concerned at all about that random presence. He walks back over to her leaving his shoes and shirt scattered about to sweep her up into the bridal carry with one arm supporting her back and the other under her knees.
He just wants to get out of that fucking room. Not knowing what or who that was riddles him with unease as his love is caught in whatever he assumes is surely revolving around himself.
Satoru walks them to the door, struggling to latch his hand to the circular knob with the distance from his height. He leans over, bending his knees which prompts Elska's giggles into the crook of his neck, causing a wide smile as they laugh together.
'She's such a goober sometimes.', the simplistic and innocent nature of some of their interactions never fails to feel novel.
Once Gojo finally manages the door open he blindly uses his right foot to wedge it into the crack in order to swing it wider. He twirls them into the hall as she rummages her left hand through his hair, complementing him on his sexiness and how much she loves the way she feels in his arms. The lights overhead create shadows across her face as they capture every frame of her that he adores.
"Now I'm the sexy one, huh?", he can only grin from her affection.
Still lightly laughing as he turns the hall, Satoru peers down to her after whipping his head to move the disheveled hair from his eyes and informs her, "You're pretty loopy right now my love and it's fucking adorable."
"I'm not loopy you're just that friggin pretty, Sati!"
Gojo snickers but figures, 'It has to be because of my blood. Her body has been in overdrive tonight....'
He bends his neck forward a little to kiss her being extremely grateful for having at least one more night like this.
One more night with his Elska.
Her hand drops down from his hair to his shoulder where she begins to grope his muscles as they pass numerous doors.
"I mean look at this, your arms sar so NICE…like...oh my goodness...", smearing her vocabulary in this exhausted state could easily be mistaken for inebriation but she's completely unaware.
Gojo appreciates her excitement but a fragment of him cannot help but feel like his physique is completely underwhelming when compared to Toji.
Elska's hand explores parts of his chest that aren't covered by her body leading her fingers to his neck where she traces her them lightly over his skin.
"How did I getso lucky to end up with you my sweet Sati?! You and your hard muscles...", she squeals in appetence as her delirium continues to hinder her filter, "My knight in shining armor..."
Gojo pecs her cheek but splits his attention to a familiar presence approaching them in the hall.
"Mmmm...save me from the bad man...", Elska whispers this right before gliding her tongue across his skin, "There's a rewarrrd you know..."
"Love...", Satoru bites his bottom lip with a damning sigh, "Don't make me pin you against the wall. If you keep feeling me up like that, that won't be my only hard muscle."
His grin is humongous before stopping in his tracks to give correction, "And for the record, I am the lucky one."
For he has her.
Satoru hears someone clear their throat behind them and turns to see who he was already aware of. When he whips them around, more for her fun, he hops up and lands firmly to face the expected.
"Nanamin!!!!" Gojo calls rambunctiously, "What are you doing here so late?"
"Hey Nanami!!!", an echo from Elska.
Nanami looks over Satoru's half naked body and begins to shake his head knowing they either just did the deed or were about to.
"A special grade curse attacked me in my home so until the damages are repa-….", Kento's words are forgotten once his eyes finally wander to Elska.
He's been avoiding his gaze to her for detail on purpose; her outfit being indecent and him not having seen that much of her in some time putting him slightly on edge. It's not necessarily that she's unattractive but she's literally in Gojo's arms and he found it distasteful to gawk.
Until he did.
What Nanami failed to notice up until the point of his loss for words was that she wasn't even wearing any underwear, 'God damn it Gojo...', but he sure notices now with her glistening womanhood laid out before him. That's when he also perceives the man-like fluid dripping down her thighs.
Satoru quickly catches on to what had Nanami freezing up. After jerking and facing Elska's bareness towards the wall after seeing where his eyes his friends eyes fastened to, Gojo laments with visible stupor.
'How could I not fucking consider that?! Why didn't I clean her up first?', Satoru watches the blonde man adjust his tie to hide the flushing of his face, manipulating his glasses and needlessly coughing.
'Did Nanamin like what he saw or is he just being awkward Nanamin?', Gojo's betting it's the latter but couldn't stop himself from asking, 'Surely my love is not his type. What is his type though? I thought it was Shoko.'
Neither of them can seem to muster up any words and the brutal silence is deafening. Nanami is looking over to the wall now broodingly waiting for some kind of exit until Elska chimes in.
"What's gots you two being so sweird?"
Nanami now looks to Elska's face with concern as she's failing to form completely coherent sentences. He then harshly frowns to Satoru with disappointment but before he can open his mouth to voice his worries Satoru jumps in and explains, "She's had a hellish night and really is beyond the point of needing to sleep. I was just taking her back to our room."
"Yes, of course…", Nanami clears his throat again, feeling relief that old demons are still at bay, "Oh and speaking of which, we need to discuss something regarding Toji.", referring to the giant requesting a room.
"Please for the love of fuck Nanamin, not right now. Let's talk about it tomorrow, we've had enough Tooojiiii for today."
Without saying anything more, Satoru collectively turns around and continues carrying Elska towards their room as he says he'll come see Kento in the morning; her giggles chirping into the air as they get farther away.
Nanami is still standing there in of awe as the recent images of Oda replay in his mind.
"Bed sounds like a good idea.", he tells himself before hastily walking back to his quarters, embarrassed by his own thoughts. A door shuts in the distance, signifying to him that Gojo is likely luring Oda into bed again.
'They need to stay out of the halls like that. What if a student or another colleague saw them?!', Nanami is frustrated now and is trying to pin it on Gojo's lack of guise for the rules rather than allowing himself to think it was because of Elska's explicit nudity. There is no way he's getting involved in that shit storm though, the destruction between Toji and Gojo was enough for him to know better. Nanami gnaws at his lip.
That doesn't mean he can't take care of himself once to the thought of her though, right?
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They make it into their room and Satoru places Elska on his side of the bed with it being closest, not caring if he had to change his sleeping routine. She plops down limply but cannot seem to stop grinning at him while he drops his pants and slinks into bed. With her attention honed into him, he can't help but play along, slowly crawling up her legs to her abdomen which he stops for a moment to kiss. She's cackling quietly as he tickles her with his breath, advancing up between her breasts until he's over top of her with his hands on either side of her wrists and denting into the memory foam mattress.
She's staring into him with heavy eyes, becoming more comfortable in the bed itself. Her sweet Sati places a kiss on her lips before dramatically sighing and throwing himself off to lay beside her.
He certainly wouldn't mind slithering his way back into her though, maybe to even pick up where they left off.
'There's always morning sex! But would she give me anal first thing in the morning?', he's never tried his luck that early but it doesn't matter because it would never be enough. He'll always want for her. Her needing rest aside, Satoru knows he probably shouldn't push the issue either, he's not in the best position to do so.
'I'm lucky she's even here with me…'
Elska curls up, resting her head on his chest while throwing her left arm over him and intertwining her feet into his legs. His arms both meet at her shoulder where his hands lace together; eyes trained onto the ceiling while she settles. Her breathing is slowing into a relaxed rhythm and knows she's well on her way to dreaming.
There were times when he was sealed where this right here, what he's living, is all he wanted. Satoru snuggles her closer into him and exhales deeply as the desire of wanting to remain this way indefinitely washes over.
How much time does he have left with her?
He closes his own eyes and begins to de-clutter his mind when she stirs and lets out a muffled, "Even if you are a monster, you're my monster…always know that Sati..."
Shortly afterwards, she drifts into sleep but he's unsure if he can really take that to heart being she was so out of it.
He would love to though.
He would kill to believe that side of him was acceptable to her, he just knows better than that. He breaks the latching of his own hands and strokes her hair a few times while still staring upwards and whispering the truth that eludes her to this day.
"Love, I'm the monster and I ruined your entire fucking life…", closing his own heavy lids to drift off into a deep slumber.
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Elska's standing in the living room after having sat for hours reading about Devilman, an old story about one her newly favorite fictional human catastrophes from Go Nagai.
'Nagai is such a perv!', she giggles after finding amusement from horror bending devils that utterly decimate humans but all while some were in forms of teeth-bearing vaginas or acid shooting breasts. His stories are always so fascinating but a reoccurring theme would seem to be bizarre.
Of course that would be some of the only literature around here, the owner of the walls she inhabits completely fits the bill.
It's getting pretty late but she's positive he'll show up soon enough; this fortified fortress in which she's being kept actually being his apartment.
She places the book face down, marking the page she's retiring from momentarily as she decides to change her clothes. Not that it'd matter, most of the time he prefers her without any but at least he's been giving her the option these past few months.
Elska doesn't know if her predator is becoming kinder or if she's developing Stockholm syndrome but something is making her time with him seem a little less horrific. Even with such thoughts spindling, she stops walking as soon as she hears approaching footsteps on the other side of the front door.
The blurred man makes his way inside the room bringing an arctic chill with him as his mood reads worse off than usual.
'Why is he so quiet?', Elska flinches when he coldly grazes past her to sit on the large grey leather L-shaped couch she recently relieved herself from.
His hands are holding his head and he's slouched over releasing a heavy sigh but she dare not speak to him until she can sum up some of the issue here. Whatever it is, she's desperately hoping that it won't be taken out on her.
She was just thinking about how much nicer he's been lately too.
Elska decides that perhaps ignoring him wouldn't be good either so with some courage and a small voice she asks, "H-hey...is everything o-ok?" Blurred or not, his fearsome gaze can be felt the instant it shifts direction.
"Well...", he begins, "I had to kill my entire cabinet of so called advisors today…all 9 of them. Fucking backstabbing pieces of shit."
Elska gasps in terror wishing she'd done so silently but, 'He's killed more people?! And those that work under him? Is no one safe?!'
She's stuck in place when he motions for her to sit down next to him, her legs not wanting to oblige.
"Elska, come sit now."
His departed tone startles her but she hurriedly walks to his side and sits; insides twisting at the likelihood that he was indeed about to take his frustrations out on her.
He feels how tense she is beside him but that's nothing new. It's a huge improvement from her screaming and crying or desperately trying to run however, which is how their relationship started about 11 months ago.
Despite everything, he finds himself changing too. He's no longer interested in her reactions to his brutality but rather the pleasure he can give her even if she seems to hate that as well.
'Damned if I do, damned if I don't.'
Today has been a special day for noticing personal growth or whatever the fuck though because today he did something he never thought he would.
For her.
He knew the bullshit assembly he called advisors were merely spies placed upon him by the elders, 'All of the top clans have them.', their excuse to burden him with their presence.
His clan wasn't like the rest though. They weren't weak conniving fucks so why did he even need these bastards? It's because of those moronic cunts that the elders knew he had Elska, to which they couldn't idly allow.
She is their only weapon against him.
He made the mistake of bargaining with her a few months ago and saying that he would keep her fiancé and friends safe from his world's retaliations as long as she became less resistant; him not always wanting to have to raise a hand to her for her to comply.
He likes it rough and full of struggle but damn.
There were a couple of times where he lost his temper while trying to make her submit, ending with hitting her too hard for even his own liking. He's sick but hes not that kind of sick. Any pain he enjoys inflicting is typically sexually related as he's always trying to test his own limits as well as hers.
His little prize.
He loves all the things he can do when on top of her and she's been slowly learning her place with him making it all the easier.
Well those nine spying, trifling fucks decided to orchestrate a kind of genocide on her fiancé, the others that knew of her existence and of interworld travel. He could've let them carry out the plan, it was unlikely she would ever find out that he was aware and you'd think he would have.
His eyes befall his pretty little nervous wreck. A nearly silent groan leaves him as he contemplates on his strange behavior.
Should have, would have, could have.
Not today though. The moment he caught wind of their little deception, only thanks to the torturing of the first of nine, he went to their meeting grounds and hastily used his techniques to shred them apart, literally.
He'd always figured that if and when he was in the position of going through with decimating them, he'd take his time and really show them who he was.
Who they watched.
To waste this golden opportunity of relishing in their screams and instead instantaneously slicing them all into fist-sized bits, such a shame! Not even the collapsing sound of their accumulating flesh eased him this time. In the moment of his rage, he could only think about how she would react to her loved one's deaths, even if he'd rather them dead himself.
Especially Elska's fiancé.
'Fuck that guy', the winged douche is no longer relevant as far as he's concerned. He couldn't let his advisors go through with it though even if it meant someone else would be taking the blame and doing the dirty work.
He couldn't bring himself to allow Elska that sorrow; he promised her. Sighs escape him again.
Completely uncharacteristic of him.
He doesn't look at her but rather is still staring off to the side as he figures out how to arrange these words he never thought he'd say.
"Elska...you don't understand. They were going to kill everyone that knew you from your world…" his tone is low and obviously frustrated, "…and I promised you I wouldn't let that happen."
His face begins to come into focus now as her heart becomes reacquainted with her tormentor, the predatory man that ripped her from her life and home and has been holding her prisoner ever since.
"I just...couldn't allow it..."
The devil himself, Satoru Gojo.
"I destroyed the bridge between our worlds Elksa, to stop the possibility of this happening again but that also means that you have no chance of going back."
Gojo brings his head up now to view her expression. This was the part he was mostly worried about but he at least got the words out. He definitely expected her to cry but in a more devastated manner with having knowledge that she'll never go home, even if he gave his blessing.
Which he wouldn't anyways.
Elska's stunned by this information and it takes her a minute to fully grasp what he's saying. She can't believe that he would actually protect her loved ones; that fact and the severity of what it means heating her heart indiscriminately.
She knew that if they were capable her friends would have already come for her; she's become quite the realist in her time on this strange planet. She also knosw that unless through some kind of miracle, she wasn't likely going to escape Gojo and make it back anyways so the bridge being destroyed wasn't as damning to her as maybe they both individually originally thought it would be.
'But they're alive…and they're going to be alright…he really…', tears are forming in her eyes as they meet his inquiring gaze.
Gojo feels his demeanor hardening while anticipating her inevitable sobbing. No matter what he does, he can never bring about any other outcome and this harsh reality cuts him like only she can. He's never considered himself anything other than a villain for he's intelligent enough to know himself and of history. Her repeated reluctance and revulsion only serves as daily reminders of what he'll never be but this is a bittersweet taste he's come to accept. Listening to her shaky breaths breathes his alienation back to life but his whole world stops when met with warmth.
"I can't...this is...", Elska throws her arms around Satoru's head, stuttering through her meaning until she's able to wail, "Thank you so much for saving them!"
Completely shocked, Gojo's fails to return the embrace as his awkwardly hinged arms branch outwardly like a dying tree.
She has her face buried into his neck, sobbing with the audible mentions of "Thank you so much" and "They're finally safe". He decides to bring his arms around her slowly, guessing she'll probably leap away as soon as he makes contact with her but she doesn't. His eyes widen.
Elska's willingly hugging him and half straddling him at that, he didn't have to initiate or force anything! Gojo is beyond perplexed by her response but can't help but notice how pleasant the contact feels when she does it on her own. The emotion is warm, beautiful, perfection embodied…and it feels like he's drowning.
Sneaking a tighter grip around her waist, he openly elucidates, "I didn't want you to have to mourn over their deaths...I don't actually want you to break."
His usually dark blue eyes lighten as he speaks into her chest, finding himself apprehensive about letting her go.
"You're not allowed to break, Elksa...not ever."
His words sound grotesque but this honesty and tenderness is unlike anything he has shown her thus far. She could take offense to his reference of being a toy but to ignore how unusually vulnerable Gojo currently is reveals to her, a different man.
The heaviest weight has been lifted from Elska's shoulders as she no longer has to fret over the fate of her loved ones. Nothing bad would befall them on her behalf. Their lives are out of her and everybody else's reach. The undeniable relief that courses through her veins is acted out in real time as a sheepish grin crosses her lips.
She doesn't understand why but when they were molded together like this, in this adorning fashion, devil Gojo doesn't feel like her oppressor anymore.
'Have I finally lost it? Snapped?'
These same arms and hands have held her down, choked her, smacked her, yanked her about.
That same voice has mocked, degraded and played with her…so how the fuck does she feel this way now as she half lay into him? His kind words though, Elska's discovered them to be so incredibly comforting. He cares at least a little about her in order to be capable of doing all of this, she now understands that he killed all of them for her.
It's amazing how perspective can change.
Elska's lost in the moment as she raises her head back to Satoru, wiping her eyes to sit with his left thigh in between hers. She finally witnesses his softened gaze and realizes there so much more to him than she's seen.
That cryptic light in his flavor wasn't a lie.
"I've always thought you to be evil…but evil doesn't save innocents like you did.", Elksa sniffles into an odd smile, being so moved.
"You we're raised to believe that love was not in your nature but you, Satori Gojo…you are no monster."
With this being said, Elska unexpectedly places her lips upon his to show gratitude for his heroism, beside herself with how good it feels when she does it on her own.
He's a fucked up guy, really fucked up…but she's not completely normal either and neither have lived an easily life, although he's caused some of her strife. Elska comprehends that in his own demented way, Gojo really does care about her and scarce moments like these are the evidence she resounds herself with.
He loathes her fiancé and constantly threatens his life over her to make her give in. It not a hard guess to know that Gojo would have probably prefered him to die.
'I really must be broken', she thinks to herself as she continues to kiss him and their confounding chemistry ignites for the first time.
When their tongues touch Satoru inhales sharply through his nose, plagued with uncertainty over what to do next.
'Is she…giving herself to me?!'
Women have offered themselves to him before, plenty of them and even though he's been working to make Elska his, he never thought they'd actually reach this milestone. Satoru smiles into her lips at the way she still mispronounces his name.
'Satori haha…who the fuck is that guy? I'll kill him.', he teases internally as it's the thought that counts.
She's sliding her body off of him, keeping her arms latched around his neck and pulling him on top of her on the large edgeless section of the couch. Gojo finds himself positioning in between her legs as his silver tips drape down and dance along her cheeks.
'Wow, I think she really is…', and Satoru finds himself tenderly washing his hands over her body as she insecurely gasps to his touch, their lips fighting to stay locked. Their eyes meet, both pairs widening at the strange occurrence between them and out of pure skepticism, Gojo begins to pull away. He's anxious now, cornered by the likelihood of having misread her of if not, his incredibly ability to mess up the possibilities that are quite plainly laid before him.
She's confused by his odd hesitance, 'This is the same man, right?'
To be fair, Elska is also bewildered by her initiation here. The person that hovers above is not the same tyrant that has terrorized her for months, that of which she is wholeheartedly glad for but on top of that, there's happiness of knowing her loved ones will remain safe.
She notices his shifting, nervous eyes meeting the floor until she brings her hand to brush the hair away from his forehead. He's curiously brought back to her gaze as it slowly travels down the back of his scalp, cautious fingers running through his hair. Satoru shivers above her, causing his whole body to quake between her thighs, bringing her to the possibility that he's never been caressed like this before.
It would make sense with that frightening personality of his.
The tiniest soft spot is formed in Elska's heart in this exact moment, reserving a place for her once thought narcissistic predator. She brings her hand to his face now as they gaze into each other's souls, words evading and with their articulate loss, the pair is stripped of everything aside from interpretation. The pressure in the room seems to increase in magnitude as she comes to terms with exactly what she's wanting to happen.
'Take Him.'
The familiar ancestral guide speaks within her.
'He is yours.'
Not completely detesting the advice received, Elska's eyes begin to glow and brighten Gojo's features with red hues. She notices that his expression immediately animates into something nearing innocent while the questions rack up in his mind.
"Elska, are you… willingly giving yourself to me?", awe catapults in Satoru's voice, "Like...for real?!".
'I should've obliterated that fucking bridge a long time ago.', crosses his mind as he somehow manages a sheepish look, waiting to find that he's inevitably misunderstanding the situation.
"Sator-…", Elska struggles to say his name, "Sati… yes, I think I am."
The sensation that spilled through upon hearing what he was sure to be a nickname, he became overwhelmed with a kind of joy.
He's never been given one before.
'Sati...', he chuckles to himself since it sounds so weird and misplaced.
'What the fuck have I been doing this whole time?', Satoru contemplates on his own idiocy before diving down into her.
Elksa then moans to the deep kiss he places into her neck. His tongue can be felt trailing along her skin in small designs as she manages out, "I am willingly giving myself to you…", which is instantly met with his hand rubbing slick into the cloth between her thighs. He seems completely overrun with passion for the first time ever and its so odd but she never even considered that his touch could feel so keen.
Satoru is pulling off his shirt and lifting his oversized one on her up to her chest; admiring her body without the usual ropes or cuffs, with free limbs. He sits up on his knees to tug his still buttoned pants down, forgetting to unfasten them first in all his excitement. His focus is then brought to her panties which he quickly grabs but slowly pulls down from her hips, her thighs, her ankles, lifting and bringing her legs together on his shoulder in order to finish the job; flinging them aimlessly into the room. He's now looking down at his hardened flesh and how it rests against her thigh but even in all of his lust, his eyes search for hers.
'Don't fuck this up Gojo, take your fucking time FOR ONCE.', he reminds himself before leaning back over her, lovingly planting kisses on her cheek and then lips.
Elska widens her legs which allows him to carefully nudge his tip into her, them both whimpering from the always tight fit. She's so wet that Satoru swears he could manage it in one push but finds himself drinking in her display of pleasure as he teases into her.
'She really likes that.', he retorts to his memory as he proceeds to gently part her walls only to back out a bit and start again. The gushing sounds that leave her body, both mechanical and vocal send a ravenous thrill through him.
Gojo basks in her genuine softness while finally bringing his flesh to the point that he cannot dip in any further. He sits there like that for a moment, anchored deeply within and enjoying her slightest movements as she conforms around his girth. Elska's clenching sends his head downward but he begins to slowly move again to feel the warm, slick coating of her arousal. He leans in to kiss her wanting to steal her pretty moans into himself; to own them and anything else she has to offer.
He never thought it truly possible but she really is the one for him and he conveys this through a wholehearted whisper, "My Elska…"
Gojo feels like such a moronic fuck for not understanding how wonderful this could be. Would be.
Is.
Now that he's had a taste of what their consensual life could be like he's not so sure he that he can accept anything less. She finally wants him and this is all he's wanted. He's aware that some damage he's caused to this dynamic is probably irreparable though so he scrambles his mind for a way to erase hers.
'How do I keep it like this? Keep her like this…'
Gojo's being driven mad and wonders if it's due to the scent that's also beginning leaking from her. When their tongues meet again the strangest thought flashes through his mind, 'Could this be…holy shit…', and without warning the words quietly escape into her mouth.
"This must be love…"
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Elska darts up from her dead sleep and mentally scours over the dream that has remained completely intact upon awakening. She's sweating and breathing erratically but she's not in a dazed fright like usual.
'That…that really happened.', her hands raise to cover her mouth in shock even if the epiphanies are all in her her head, 'How the hell could I forget?!'
She looks over next to her to see Satoru on his side, stirring. His right arm was wrapped around her, causing him to be directly disturbed when she jolted awake. Her eyes are wide with confusion as she bravely considers the dream as reality; it feeling like a distant but true memory.
Elska isn't sure what to feel and before she can decide she's met with an incredible migraine-like sensation that blares over her, countering all of her senses.
She's writhing in pain, screaming until Satoru wakes up and tries to calm her flailing.
"LOVE WHAT'S WRONG?!"
He's frantically trying to understand as she grasps her head and continues to shriek, blood coming out of her nose and even a little from her left ear.
"SHIT!! ELSKA!"
As quickly as the pain emerged, it disappears leaving them both clueless and hyperventilating messes. Elska doesn't move much at first in fear of triggering the pain again but eventually she sits herself back up and into his chest while she fights to regain her grip on things.
Gojo waits for her to illuminate what just happened but his body tenses up after hearing her brief explanation; his grip around her solidifying as he dreads which one exactly.
"Sati...I think I regained a memory…"