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((Inserting Author's Note here because I could not load it separately. Chapter continues below after Author's Note, here. Thank you for understanding <3))
Thank you for your patience with my ability to currently upload. This one may have more typos than previous chapters for my connection has been pretty unstable so editing as thoroughly as I prefer wasn't happening. At least we didn't have to wait 3 weeks.
But on this note, I would like to take a moment to speak about all of the communities that are still trapped or cut off from the rest of the world because of this suspiciously acting hurricane.
Some people lost everything.
Homes, loved pets, children, parents, livestock, their own lives...whole towns in North Carolina, my northern neighboring state, have been wiped off the map. The devastation is completely fucking real and its torturous to know that some people met horrific fates due to insane rainfall, landslides, flooding and wind damage. Like, holy shit... they didn't even have warnings. Those folks were sitting ducks.
My immediate community adhered so beautifully. The civilians cleared the roads and we suffered heavy damage but to think that what I see outside my window, which is BAD, is nothing in comparison? You guys, it's rough down here. It's substantially worse in other areas. I was extremely fucking fortunate but my heart remains heavy when putting myself in the shoes of others.
And since WHEN do hurricanes strengthen over land? (I'm originally from Florida so it's weird) Also, did you guys know that there are lithium mines in NC? (The value of lithium is nearly invaluable with how much of our society runs off of it. Think Taiwan and the territory issues with USAxCN) It may sound like random ramblings but these factors have a loose possibility of tying together. Naoya's Scalar Warfare in this AU is based off of real science and electromagnetism (An incredible use of energy manipulation that should be used correctly) which is why it's so powerful in the story. In real life? It is, and the amount of potential and current application of this technology is everywhere and was used as early as Nikola Tesla (One of my heroes) in the late 1800s/early 1900s.
I'm "Dead ass" serious.
You'd be surprised with what you'd find out by simply researching. The AU is slap full of truth, history and theorized concepts but laces neatly with the fantasy aspect. I hope there are parts that inspire you to delve into research individually. Asking questions is something I'd say is more important than having answers.
I am not personally religious in the normal aspect but I undoubtedly believe in the power of prayer. If that is your outlet, please designate that positive energy to the many faces we don't know and will probably never know but that need every ounce of hope they can get. It's far from over for a lot of people.
Thank you for taking the time to read this author's note. For everyone affected, I'm sure you've heard but in case you haven't, you can apply for financial relief through FEMA
disasterassistance.gov
I know we're hearing shit about funds being depleted but if you NEED it, apply. If you're trying to donate to help these areas, everything helps but PLEASE research the entity taking in the supplies. I know that's asking a lot with a favor but there are some odd things happening with some of the relief. I do not want to speak on it yet for despite repeatedly hearing it, I've nothing for proof. Think of it as a precaution.
Again, thank you so much for reading. I will continue to edit when I can and get us back to normalcy on here. Please, everyone, whether you're in the disaster zone with us or not, please take care!
I'll be back very soon.
Instead of pervy this week,
Stay Safe. <3
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--- CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER 52 - FALL FOR ME ---
Stepping out of the tub, Elska sighs to how empty everything feels, "It's so quiet without everyone around…", tenderly expressed with a frown. The only light that's on is the one for the bathroom but thanks to the yellow walls, it doesn't seem as dark as it should. She removes her golden towel to scrunch the ends of her hair while reliving the moment Getou approached her where they held their meeting.
The stale fragrance of alcohol was evident so she wonders if that's why the Titer acted so bold. He may not have said anything incriminating but she could certainly sense his desire through those onyx eyes. A light chill runs through her body. It's the effect to the cause of thinking about his darkness and then how much he has changed, how sweet he's been in recent times.
"Goddddd…what is my problem? First Choso, now Getou too?", she whines into the air while pondering on how she almost turned the Titer when he came to unexpectedly visit her, although she's happily kept that to herself. A defeated sigh spills from her as Elska can't imagine why everything is changing so much; herself, her lovers, their enemies…everything. Hanging the towel back up in the bathroom, she looks at herself in the mirror and faces her reflection, trying to not be upset over what she's become.
"Why do you always have to have for more? Why can't you just be happy with them?!", she asks, being disappointed in her new attractions when she knows that she already has the arms of three wonderful men, "THREE you greedy bitch!" Her hearts crumbles to her own words, siphoning the energy out of her for the evening.
Walking out of the bathroom now, she aims herself for the drawers in which she's stored her clothes but opens the wrong one, not being completely familiar. Her brow bends when she finds men's apparel neatly folded into color coordinated stacks, "Who's are these?" She holds up a pair of grey briefs and examines them, "Hmmm…well, they're for men...", but then puts them back before rubbing her arms and looking around, "This is a spare room, right?"
Shutting the wrong drawer, she opens the right one and grabs a pair of soft, seamless black panties that cause her to smile with familiarity. While slipping them on she loses herself upon remembering how amazing she felt with her lovers before they got busted, "It's like we're full of hormones!"
Even when Toji was slowly making progress, it stung but she melts thinking about him stretching her in that way. She's become obsessed with pleasing them all and struggles to imagine that there was once a time where she was solely Gojo's. "And Sati's fine with them too!", she quietly laughs while contemplating the fact that although she's worried about how addicted she's become to her lovers' touch, she also feels like she knows liberation because of Satoru and his push for them to explore these avenues.
'Naoya and Toji have really changed as well though…', she says in her mind. She chuckles while reminiscing over how weirded out she used to be when Toji kept hanging around after Gojo went missing. She used to think he was being kind of creepy and overbearing but that slowly changed once she continually fed from him. Their relationship blossomed into something with significance and it was also the first time she accepted that she could be attracted to anyone other than Satoru, a bittersweet story for her since Gojo was suffering while this discovery was being made.
'There's no way I could live without him now. I love Toji so much!', thinking about how responsible and collected he is these days nearly has her drooling as he turned out to be such a fine gentleman, something she deems incredibly sexy.
Recollecting on how Naoya first came into the picture and how bizarre their encounters always were, brings a smirk to Elska's lips.
The first time they met, after experiencing his taste, it's hard to admit but the sweetness of his blood had her attention immediately. She giggles, "And then the park…", where she was sure he was going to hurt her until he flipped the script and started caressing her instead.
"He's actually the one to blame for all of this craziness now that I think about it…", she mumbles to the occurrence of her trying to rescue Satoru. It was a time where once again, she figured she was in deep shit but Naoya seemed to only care about exploring her and making her acknowledge their extreme chemistry, "To find out that he's actually a romantic?"
She smiles while sliding the drawer shut and it remains as she waltzes over to the bathroom to turn off the light. Making her way to the right side of the bed, she ponders on, 'I thought I was crazy for thinking Sati was enjoying being forced to watch…', only having known the possessive side of him then. 'I never would've imagined things to turn out like this…', she continues to grin as she lifts the now dark grey sheets that smell fresh from the laundry. Snuggling into the bed, Elska corrals memories of her lovers to help ease her with the loneliness of being separated.
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Naoya looks over at Choso's unconscious form on the edge of the bed and sighs, "We are going to lay out some ground rules when you wake up, buddy…", still stewing in confusion on how to feel. "It's like the greatest betrayal but tell me why I don't hate you!? Your ass grew on my ass...you ass! You literally knew she was off limits but nOoOo, you just had to give her permission. And what the hell is that even about?!"
He flops down into the mattress next to the being and runs his hands down his eyes, "These fucking Titers think they can run everything and look at me…fucking following along." He hates not being near Elska and suffers from unease as he pictures her unprotected in a room, all alone.
'Should I go see her?', he contemplates on getting up but also is extremely worn out and considers she probably does need her rest.
"Baby, I promise you, one day you won't have to fight anyone ever again!", he rolls on his side and imagines Elska back at his estate, wearing the finest kimonos, without a care in the world. 'She could enjoy the spa, read under the sakura trees...', his vivid imagination places her in different parts of the property. Her Geta sandals would be carved from snakewood and sewn with Lotus silk. He pictures that Elska might have a hime katto style to her hair but it'll be pulled back and decorated by handmade kanzashi that sparkle in the sun.
'I want to give her that…', he thinks this until he's visualizing the kind of ring she would be wearing.
"That's it!", Naoya abruptly sits up, deciding that he would like to make things between them official. Knowing that he's practically alone, he kicks his feet under the white covers and spazzes for a second from excitement, "I will get her a ring that she cannot refuse!"
His amber eyes confidently dart over to Choso again where he says, "You know what, Cho? You don't stand a chance anyways my friend…she's going to be my wife.", exhaling haughtily through his nose. He doesn't turn the lights off as he doesn't trust his surroundings completely and feels more at ease knowing he can see everything but Naoya smiles painfully wide when he lies back down and churns over how he will customize the symbolic form of his heart he plans to offer.
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Gojo is debating over passing time with a quick tug rather than counting sheep.
"My love, what are you wearing right now?", he whispers with shut eyes, reaching under the covers to touch himself as he lies beneath them, nude. Instead of fantasizing about something new he instead calls upon the most recent, wonderful, memory of the meeting room.
He bites his lip, "You were really letting Toji do that to you…mmmmm…", he begins to pump himself while re-imagining Elska's frailty as the giant opened her up. He stared into her wincing, teary eyes but encouraged her as he felt Toji inching in through the thin wall that divides them.
"Fuck…", he whispers as he's found his rhythm "Love…", he's still pretty worked up from before so finally releasing this building pressure isn't going to take long at all. His mind changes course though as it jumps to their alone time before that.
He can't help but notice how much her appetite for the carnal has grown, 'As well as her need for being dominated…', he thinks and immediately smiles while remembering how hard they were going at it back in the dorm room. Sure, there were times in the past where she got feisty but as of lately? She's an entirely different breed.
Satoru stops stroking for a second and opens his eyes, "She's like the other Elska now…", he says it breathlessly with wide eyes as the realization smacks him in the head.
"Holy shit! She told me she would become a blend of both sides…", his brow now furrows as he wonders if this a good thing, or something awful. He relaxes though upon noticing that they're both pretty happy with things as they are, 'Other than being in this shit hole…'
He settles back down into the bed and stares at the plain walls where they meet with the ceiling, "I won't worry too much yet my love…I love what this has become." The warmth of their passion calms him and reassures that everything is still fine. With all that they've been through, he's almost certain that they could never be torn apart. He wouldn't allow that anyways.
'Life would be completely pointless without her, as it was before we met.', his mind threatens him with deep contemplation but his eyes now take to the pitched tent his erection is supporting and asks it, "Oh? You're still here?" Biting his lip as he grabs himself up again to find his relief, "Don't mind if I do!"
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Toji hopelessly tosses and turns, restless as he's left alone with his thoughts. He's concerned with what they were all doing earlier and wonders why he didn't show his usual restraint, or want to. He flattens out on his back and looks at the ceiling, tucking his hands behind his head. 'I can't believe I was really doing that…', regarding the few inches he successfully had anchored into Elska. 'Damn doll, what is going on with us?', he sighs his truth, having loved every second of it but being glad that they were forced to stop being as in retrospect, he doesn't yet really care for her to endure all of them at once.
Toji thinks about Naoya and fails to produce disgust over having these kinds of relations, albeit indirectly, with his cousin. There was a time where Toji would've smashed his face in over Elska but now he can't imagine things any differently. "No one can call me selfish…", his lips twitch into a half-smile for a second but even with this self-awareness he finds it hard to not remained puzzled by how much the dynamics have transformed.
When Sachiko abruptly pops into his mind, his chest depletes itself of function and he feels as if there's a weight pressing down on him. He finds himself almost numb on the subject of her but can't kick the feeling that something was really off, or that she brutally wounded Elska.
The giant hastily rolls to his side as if to escape the images of his doll bleeding out because of his first wife; tightly shutting his eyes as he still hasn't the first idea of how to handle that situation. "Megumi deserves to have his mother…", but purses his lips, failing to see how visitation will all just magically work out.
Thinking about Elska again, he finds an actual smile knowing that she would probably be willing to try if Sachiko did want to be in Megumi's life. He thinks back to the day when they were at the mall and the kiosk salesman mistaking them for a married couple. He only allows himself to play with this thought for a minute until the guilt of Sachiko creeps back into his mind.
Morbidity slithers back into his veins, "What the fuck am I going to do?", curling up insecurely into golden sheets in the comfort of no one's eyes to see him.
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Suguru angrily pushes open the door to his work room but is startled and embarrassed when he sees Genghis still sitting at the table.
"Wha-…why are you still here? Have you still not gone to see Amnessia?!", raising his voice defensively. He looks down at the nearly empty bottle of sake and then the way his mentor sways in his seat, random spots of spillage decorating his golden robes, "Master Genghis, did you drink all of that yourself?!"
Genghis, with excitement says, "Little one! Heeeeey!", pouring a full cup for Suguru and waving him over. "I will admit that I've remained here yes…", he laughs drunkenly for a few seconds and raises his own ceramic piece, "I am just not eager to go and meet my doom! She's can be really scary you see…women are wonderful but peculiar creatures!", and snorts to his own joke about the likelihood of Amnessia's displeasure over everything. He turns to Getou with a playfully raised eyebrow, "How did your little visit go?!", and purposefully changes the subject to stall for time.
Suguru frowns as he thinks about the sexual escapade he stumbled upon, "Not well. I wish I hadn't gone at all.", and picks up the cup to quickly wash away the horrible taste of his jealousy. "I felt pretty shitty for drinking as much as I did. I didn't want Elska to see me disheveled but the joke's on me because... let's just say I wasn't drunk enough for that." Setting the choko down, he remains standing but turns his head towards Genghis, "I'm leaning towards your...", Getou clears his throat, "...suggestion, thought you'd like to know."
"It was that bad, huh? You were so against it earlier…", Genghis gets serious for a moment while thinking of what he could say to cheer him up.
'Ah! Of course!
Temujin hiccups and leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, "Tomorrow is a new day little one. I'm telling you things will change." He pours his pupil another cup, draining the bottle before passing it to him, "Why don't you go get some sleep, hmm? Try not to think about the negatives too much or you'll miss what's right in front of you…", he smiles to Suguru before continuing, "If you heed my advice I can assure you, your night will improve tremendously!", and ignores the eyeroll Getou performs.
Suguru drinks the remainder of the sake, thinking of reasons to stay awake and dwell but finds that he doesn't have any that aren't born of self-destruction. He sighs and leans into the table, looking down at Genghis, "How about I'll go to bed if you go to Amnessia, hmm?". The 'no you didn't' expression that his mentor gives him forces Getou into a boisterous laughing spell.
Genghis exhales dramatically and swings his body forward to stand up, "Such a smart ass, I blame Kokoro for that!", but half smirks as he knows he needs to go ahead and face the music. He stumbles at first but catches his balance against the table full of metal roses and they both snicker to how much of a mess they are. "We should do this more often, little one…you are the only human on this planet that I care about.", and in a rare instance they both seem to radiate a familial bond to each other unabashedly. Genghis clears his throat though and says, "I will go to my beauty now but if I'm dead tomorrow, I expect you avenge me."
Getou cackles with warmth in his heart, "You'll come back even if she does kill you though!"
"No my boy, Amnessia is far too intelligent for that.", he shows his teeth like he's apprehensive, "Just pray for me, I will need all the help I can get…"
Suguru grabs the empty bottle and tosses it into the recycling bin before walking towards the door with his mentor, "I wish you the best of luck Master Genghis, may the heavens protect you from her wrath.", and they both laugh warily.
After reaching the hall and parting ways, Suguru notices that he actually does feel better and is grateful to Genghis for guiding him out of his vicious tendencies. Ignoring his usual predisposition to wallow in depression, he postures himself up and begins thinking of days to come instead.
In a handful of hours, he and Elska will engage in their training and the intimacy that's likely to occur steadies his frantic soul. He's synced up with others before, including Genghis and Amnessia, but it's the unspoken physical tension between him and Elska that tells him it will be different with her.
'So much has changed already, what more should I anticipate?', showing a slight pep in his step, he reminds himself there is hope. He stumbles around the corner to his right and ends up being shoulder checked by the solid wall, "Ow, shit!", he grabs his arm and holds it while searching his surroundings to see if anyone else saw, playing it off when finds he's indeed the only one around. Once continuing down his path, he's able to find the humor in getting his ass kicked by the compound and even finds it to be heartwarming.
When he reaches his room though, he stops his hand just shy of grabbing the doorknob and takes a deep breath, wishing there would be a winged woman on the other side, waiting for him. "Patience…", he tells himself, now feeling his expression soften to the gleam of potential.
Genghis spies from around the corner and watches his pupil falter into the room before shutting the door. He has every intention of keeping his end of the deal and going to Amnessia, 'But first, I need to take care of this…' He sloppily sneaks toward the door and speaks a quiet mantra while concentrating his energy into the wood and walls. A small symbol of praying hands burn into the clay and cools to reveal itself to the faux head who smiles and thinks, 'That should do it! No one outside of this room will be able to sense if their energy fluctuates.' He anxiously waits for the symbol to disappear and then quickly walks away and whispers, "Good luck, little one! May there be light when you feel the sun…"
Suguru tries to flick on the fixed overhead iridescent fixtures, figuring they must be burned out or something since it remains dark. "Fuck it…", he decides to worry about it later and begins stripping his clothes away while staggering towards the bed. When he attempts to kick off his pants, his legs get twisted up and he falls to floor on his butt with a thud. "For fucks sake! I'm a walking hazard!", he speaks out loud while shifting his weight on the floor, tugging the clothing from his ankles. He stands up wobbly once free of his self-made trap, almost falling backwards from becoming lightheaded. "My night was promised to get better!", he annoyingly whines under his breath but finally makes it to his resting place.
He shifts his bun by digging his head into the pillow and lies on his back while waiting for the room to spin, becoming relieved when he comprehends that he didn't drink enough to meet that threshold at least. Yawning, he sprawls his long limbs to stretch his body but jumps in place when he feels something else in the bed with him, "W-w-what the fu?"
With alarm he yanks his foot away and thwarts onto his left side, cautiously reaching under the covers. On high alert, his hand finds a set of smooth, warm legs that hitches his breath. "No way…", he whispers in disbelief as his palm glides over hips, feeling small, thin panties. He gulps and hesitates to move anymore but his curiosity gets the better of him.
He scoots closer as his eyes adjust to the darkness. Intrepidness sends his hand higher up, traveling it down the curve of a waist. He's expecting to feel more cloth but as he makes his way over the abdominal area and to the creases of breasts, he freezes.
Getou puts all of Genghis's cryptic hints together and realizes that he must have planned for Elska to be in his room again all along. To make sure, he carefully leans over her body and feels his eyes open completely when he confirms that it is indeed, her.
'She's going to think I'm a FUCKING CREEP!', he panics for a moment and goes to remove his hand but her reflexes must have made her grab his, overlapping it as she snugly cradles it between her breasts.
"Shit...", Suguru stiffly rests into the pillow behind her, stilled in fear as he fights off the urge to take advantage of her sleeping ignorance, 'What am I doing?! This is a terrible situation!'
She seems to be drawn to his heat, as he notices her intermittently edging closer to him. He sighs deeply, searching the lightless room for an answer until she shifts around and says, "So warm…I was…cold." He doesn't respond as he hopes with all of his life force that she's coincidentally talking in her sleep and isn't willing to find out knowing this could go very, very badly. He feels her shiver though, and cautiously leans closer to her until their bodies are touching. She rests into him, nudging her rear into his pelvis while she gets comfortable. He releases a broken whimper after feeling her rub into him and somehow grins to the shock of simply holding her like this.
Giving into temptation, wanting to feel more of her soft skin that has always riled him, Suguru moves his hand to explore her legs and hips just one more time. He leisurely drags his finger tips down to right above her knees and lightly squeezes the area. Her back being only inches from his lips compels him to lean forward a little bit more in order to place them gently against her skin while drawing mindless designs into her thighs, working his way back up. Suguru heavily exhales through his nose and opens his eyes to study her silhouette as he slowly grips where her thighs meet her hips.
'This is trouble…', he thinks as his member twitches into her rear, 'I have to stop.' He sighs regretfully and pulls his hand away, placing it behind his back. 'How cruel…', he frowns and wonders what Genghis was thinking when he conjured up this fucked up little scenario. 'Is he with me or against me?!', but Getou is snatched away from his thoughts when he hears Elska mumble.
"Don't stop, that felt really nice…"
She's half asleep still but is awake enough to feel the relaxing effects of the caressing. Elska scoots back into the man behind her a little more, playfully pestering him into continuing. She starts to nod off again when nothing happens but then hears the rustling of the sheets as the person behind her snuggles up and begins tracing her side. She gives an innocently approving moan and lies there enjoying the calming sensations.
Suguru finally begins to lose his hypertonicity but continues to monitor himself as he runs his hand along her curves. He sinks his head down by her back again, resting his lips against her and loving the smell of his shampoo lingering in her hair. When he makes his way to her chest, he stops due to her arms blocking them but loses his anxiety peeks when she moves them out of the way, granting him advancement. His heart races once feeling soft tissue of her breasts, throbbing below when he reaches her nipples that are still hard from being cold. His breathing deepens as he quietly gasps against her skin, his light tracing morphing into soft massaging. He hears her whimper and endures a rush of desire, bringing his lips into motion along her back again.
Elska's eyes shoot open, although she can't make out much of anything anyways. She isn't sure which of her lovers ninjaed their way in to seduce her but she thinks to make a game out of it by not asking. She feels the mysterious hand playing with her breasts and finds herself completely turned on and presses herself into him more. The hand slides down and flattens out over her ribs as if to time her increasingly hastening breathing but then drags down her mid-drift. She gasps when the hand pivots, his fingertips swooping down and briefly lifting the seam of her panties. They only dare their way once though which leaves her wanting as she feels the breath of her sensual intruder against her neck.
'Is it Sati?', she asks herself because of the way he's teasing.
Suguru breathlessly groans into her, gripping her thigh and squishing his growing excitement against her ass. The quiet sounds she makes in response drives him crazy and antagonizes him until he loses his ability to regulate his behavior. Getou grazes his thumb over her mound which causes her to whimper, him joining with one when she arches her back. His light kisses have become pressured as he works his lips up her neck and to her ear, almost silently gasping into it while he grinds himself against her.
Elska bends her right leg and brings her knee towards her in hopes that her lover will take the hint and touch her more. She leans into her forearms against the bed to writhe against the man but cries out in pleasant surprise when she feels her wrists being snatched up and held by her chest. 'No…maybe it's my prince…'. her breaths now holding a tone as his own dances in her ear, tickling in the best way.
Suguru bites his lip to the way she squirms before him, smiling to the access she's given him by adjusting her leg. With his free hand, he trails her skin once again downwards with the very tips of his fingernails until he meets with her rear. He deeply washes his hand over it, grabbing the meat of her ass every so often just to hear her reactions. He nuzzles his nose in to her ear and holds his breath as he guides his hand to her thigh but snakes it down between her legs. She moans fiercely when he rubs his digits along her clothed womanhood but he gasps loudly when he feels how wet she's become.
'Fuck…', he feels like he's officially reached the point of no return. He doesn't wish to deceive Elska, he actually despises the idea of it, but right now there's nothing that can sway him to pull back as he pets her and she purrs. Afraid to let her wrists go, he maintains his grip worried that she'll try to explore him too which will likely give his identity away. Before he can think too much however, she turns her head towards him searching for a kiss. He leans down and finds her lips immediately, edging his fingertips into her in the same motion.
Elska moans and melts once feeling his thick fingers sliding inside of her. 'My beloved.', she thinks to herself and grins when he angles them in and slowly enters. As their tongues collide, she lifts her head up as much as she can to continue enjoying his interesting taste, gifting him with moans as they internally rub her. His delicacy sparks a fire in her as his shameless movements spread her essence into a mess, leaving her to want nothing more than to be filled by him.
Suguru sends his digits in fully and leaves them there to decipher all of her internal reactions until she starts bucking her hips over them. In a moment of salaciousness, he releases her wrists but only to shove his left arm underneath her more so he could wrap it around her and hold her in place against him. His lips find their way to her jawline as she tilts her head up and cries out, halting her side riding which entices him to continue his own motions but with more speed and pressure than before.
There are so many things he wants to say to her but he keeps his silence for the sake of staying here to feel her pining for him like the dream he's never thought to become reality. She tugs at his briefs which honestly feels perfect since he's so unbearably hard that its beginning to hurt. To savor this moment though, after freeing himself, he moves his face down to her breasts and twirls his tongue over her buds, opening his mouth wide to gulp as much of her beautiful hills as he can. He moans when she sneakily reaches behind her, grabs his length and begins stroking it; brushing his tip through her slickened lips. His eyes actually roll into the back of his head when he feels her aligning herself up to him but he doesn't plan to go that far with her not knowing it's him.
Elska understands now that he's not going to simply let her have it so she shimmies into him more in an attempt to steal his girth into her, "Pleeeeeeeease..."
'Oh shit...she's begging for it...', Suguru's brow folds just like his willpower. Stunned, he lays there and succumbs to the chaotic tingling she surges through his manhood as she begins to pry herself open with it. A soft, high-pitches mewl pours from her and although he has to grit his teeth to keep himself from clamping down his hands and thrusting, the apprehension of how much this could backfire seizes him once more.
Elska feels his hesitation as the man briskly jerks his member away. Nearly offended, she feels his lips making a path back to her face so she nips his bottom one with the hope that he'll ravage her like she wants. When she tastes him again though, the flavor reminds her of Getou smelling evident of alcohol and suddenly reality smacks her and she becomes tense. Needing clarification, she slowly reaches up to his head, ultimately feeling how the man's hair she was dying for is pulled back into a bun.
Suguru feels the disconnection through her surging energy and being heavy with guilt, gradually pulls back from her and waits for the inevitable. 'She figured it out…', he thinks worriedly while trying to collect himself from the passion that was threatening to cremate them both, 'Fuck. This was not the right move to make...'
There's a long silence between them that seems to last forever where all that could be heard was their evident, labored breathing. Pulling his briefs back over his throbbing length, Getou sighs and works up the courage to speak, "Elska…please don't freak out..."
She lays there reeling over how good all of that felt and comprehends that she couldn't pinpoint the traits of a specific lover because he isn't one of them. When she hears her name, she doesn't know how to respond. She should be livid and mortified but her reluctance to give a reaction results from not truly understanding how she feels about it. "Why are you in here?", is all she can manage out as she brings her right leg back down to only smear the arousal that he pulled from her.
Suguru deeply sighs, being relieved that she didn't scream. He rolls back over to his side to see her silhouette again but with much more space between them, "I…", he cowers from an explanation but shakily states, "This is my room."
Elska scoffs when she recalls all of the male clothing and determines that it makes sense. She rashly rolls over to face him in the darkness though and proposes another question, "What are trying to do then? Do I seem easy to you?" Her tone sounds rancorous but she's more so thinking that must be the case since he knew what her and her lovers were doing in the meeting room, "Because despite what you believe I am not."
Startled, Getou immediately says, "No! It's not like that I swear!!!", he reaches over to rub her shoulder, expecting her to jerk it away but she only jumps a little.
The deafening silence returns along with a new wave of uneasiness as he fears he's not very convincing.
"I just wasn't expecting…", he groans to his muddle, "You being here was just a wonderful surprise…" He begins massaging her arm with his one hand, it being large enough to cover a lot of area. When she doesn't say anything though, he combats the soundlessness by admitting, "I want you, Elska. But...I'm sorry for doing this, it doesn't really help you trust me though… and that is extremely lamentable."
Elska lets him knead her with his thumb, not arguing against how good it feels, which further confuses her. "Do you know what would happen if any of them found out about this?!", she's now becoming upset but in a way of projecting her hatred for herself for not wanting to rat him out, or even make him leave. "Sati said he would kill you if he ever gained knowledge of something like this.", she huffs, "He's not messing around either. He'll kill anyone!"
Getou hears the emotion in her voice and becomes momentarily blinded as her eyes begin to glow while she speaks. 'Is she worried for my wellbeing?', he shakes his head to his thought, now concerned that he's become completely delusional over this and has been misinterpreting her weak signals all along. He wants to say something nasty in regard to her comment about Satoru but knows this isn't the time so instead, he states, "I imagine he and Naoya would love for an opportunity to come after me like this…", he grabs her hand and gently kisses the top of it, "I will not be angry if you decide to tell them. I deserve it."
Elska tucks her head into the pillow, wishing a part of her wouldn't have put his little stunt together. Everything was incredibly wonderful only minutes ago and she's disgusted with herself for feeling that way, but it's the horrible truth. He's still barely holding her hand so she squeezes his and says in an embarrassed tone, "I don't want to tell them, Getou. I am kind of surprised by all of this and even though I should fuck you up…I don't want to do that either." She retracts her hand now slowly, knowing its best to stop this while she still can.
Suguru lets her hand slip away and curls his fingers to the absence of her touch, longing to have it once more. He chuckles nervously while saying, "I could never raise my hand to you again…if you were to challenge me now, you'd most certainly win." He's beside himself when she actually giggles and he feels the density of the atmosphere give. He can't see it well but her fingers lie close to his own and he wonders how she's able to be so calm about this. "Are you…do you hate me again?"
Elska rolls back over to the way she was before, facing away but feels an eerie similarity to Naoya and her when she was being held in their hideout. Not knowing what to say, she curls up and keeps silent but soon after, she hears him depress and dejectedly announce, "I'll leave. I apologize for tonight. I was out of line…", but she reaches back and snags his forearm. "You can stay.", she informs him, "But I'm not sleeping with you."
Suguru stops dead in his tracks to her words and sheepishly reassumes his position behind her, hesitantly forming his body around hers. He wraps Elska into his arms again and slowly pulls her closer, sighing as he embraces her warmth with reprieve. "Did you happen to notice that although my body willing, I didn't want to want to sleep with you either?", but he's now leaning his head into the back of hers, grumbling to his failure of words.
Elska belts out a laugh that is so abrupt, it left her own ears ringing amidst the otherwise still air. "Sheesh, well fine! Suuuure! Stick with that story then.", she continues to giggle as she feels his chest expand from behind with him being brought to his own embarrassed laughter. She gasps when he gets himself situated though, rubbing the evidence telling her otherwise against her now twice left unsatisfied sensitive areas. He whispers an apology for the physical contact in her ear but she swears it's backhanded as a wave of lust reenters her where he isn't allowed to go.
'Why did I do that?', he asks himself when absorbing how she became limp and pliable again in front of him. He feels her intensity but is afraid to answer it as they literally just verbally drew the line. His girth responds by continuously jumping against her though and the small hints of her squirms make his brow furrow as he guardedly brings his lips to her shoulder. He whispers her name with bated breath and listens intently to her small cries, moaning into her ear without thought.
"Fuck…", Elska pants in need, trying to dissolve herself from his spell. All she can think about is how the very thought of Suguru used to bring her to tears, how horrifically their encounters have gone, 'How does this make sense?'
She whines wantonly when he uses his entire right arm to bring her back to pull them into each other. He grinds against her again but this time she feels her world turn as Getou winds up over top of her and in between her legs. Before she can say anything, he lifts her chin and sends his tongue into her mouth while scooping his other arm beneath her waist, raising her hips so she falls in the perfect way to feel his hardened flesh against her swelling clitoris.
Elska doesn't stop him but that doesn't prompt him to try to push his luck. He frees himself however so he can actually give her some genuine friction as he can't help but to try and stimulate her. Their forbidden kiss proceeds as easily as if it were choreographed but Suguru breaks their meeting of the lips to insist, "I am not going to sleep with you…", he pecs her lightly on cheek, "Unlike most, I don't need to enter you to make you dance.", and devilishly laughs to her breathless response of what seems a mixture of excitement and belief. Without saying anything else he continues to grind into her but uses his free hand to guide his member over her hidden bud, causing them to both fall deeper into their illicit waltz. He can feel her arousal on his testicles as they lightly swing into her covered core, causing him to quicken his rhythm. He wishes he could see her face better, wanting to internalize what she's experiencing with him but right then, the lights kick on and to his surprise, Elska's flustered appearance is far more needing than he expected. His expression softens automatically when he sees her furrowed brow and frustrated eyes that strike his existence like lightning.
They stare into each other as his movements slow. She's being forced to face him and forced to face herself in his dark eyes as they study her helplessness. Feeling pressured by his gaze, she accidentally glances down and perceives his large erection. Elska does her best to try and hide her gawking but knows she's caught when the infamous Titer lifts her chin with an adoring grin. "Get-…", she tries to speak but he crashes his lips into hers until she connects with the pillow again, submitting to this action.
"Suguru…", he whispers into her lips, "You can call me Suguru, little one.", his face splitting into a grin when she agrees. The resonance of this new and terrifying connection motions his hips to move on their own as he desperately wants to give her something to remember this night by. He adjusts his arm so that he can still support her lower half and uses this opportunity to palm and squeeze her rear while he works himself tactfully against her. He steals her moans into his throat while seductively glaring, hoping she can feel for herself how much he can do even with restrictions.
Elska clings to his back and neck as her body billows full of releases, her not being able to tell which will strike first. She waits powerlessly as she depicts her orgasm apart from the pheromones but feels them barrel through her simultaneously. She cries out as the wave sheers through Suguru and the rush of arousal leaves her gasping with trembling legs. Placing a hand across her chest and the other other along her face, she blocks the overhead light to recover.
"I'm...so-sorry...my pheromones...", words trickle from her in a broken manner as she pants, "Didn't mean to..."
But as she's patiently waiting for his reply, a deep, throaty groan escapes him and prompts her to quickly bring her gaze back in that direction.
"Get-S-…Suguru?", she timidly calls to him but he removes his arms from her and postures himself on his knees while she dreads the change in his energy.
'Shit…my pheromones!'
She didn't even think twice about it! Elska is used to her lovers and they are used to her. Getou, however...he's never experienced their actual release and now as he hungrily hones into her, she fears this oversight was a huge mistake.
Getou battles internally with the urge to hold her in place and take her as she is. He can hear her saying his name but as his chest tightens up and he loses his ability to breathe in unaffected air, he drowns in the scent. She sits up and tries to scurry away but his instincts make him pin her down to prevent her escaping. Elska cries out and struggles against him but all he can think about is inserting himself into her and claiming her entirety to be his alone.
"Suguru!! Stop!", she flails her body against the bed but its of no use, "Please don't do this!", he's so big compared to her that her efforts only make him exert his dominance. While pinning her arms, he barbarically uses his knees to pry open her legs. Elska's eyes begin to water when she perceives that same expression on Getou that he wore right after stabbing her shoulders, feeling blindsided by this view since he's been so much kinder in recent times.
As he's about to barbarically wreck her, Suguru distantly hears her plight but the she assertively states, "This isn't you anymore! I have to…I'm sorry but I have to do this!", and he's soon crumbling down on top of Elska as soon as her fangs pierce him and render his strength utterly useless. Getou's eyes shoot open wide, everything in his reality muddled. He doesn't fully comprehend yet, what's going on but the more she drinks, the better he feels, as if she's sucking the impurity out of him. Somewhat lucid, he grabs her head and holds it while trying to articulate his deepest regrets but the euphoria from her bite causes him to babble under his breath. Warmth pleasantly courses through and causes his face to twist and before he fully understands what's happening to him, Suguru finds himself having a release of his own.
Elska is taken out of her feeding mode with Getou's delicious flavor when warm fluid sprays across her stomach. The spike in his taste is positively enthralling when she decodes his orgasm and feels it slowly falling along her skin. His abhorrence is clear, he already regrets what he's done even while not understanding what that all is to begin with. While panting from the new depths she's discovered through his essence, she closes the wounds. Elska can instantly see the confusion and remorse in his eyes so she grabs his face and soothes to him, "Shhhhhh, shhhhh...it's okay...that wasn't your fault Suguru…"
Anchored back into reality, Suguru anxiously searches her eyes for hints of fear and even criticizes his own eyes when finds nothing but empathy. "That…that scent, Elska…", he's deep in thought as he gets up from the bed and stumbles with tingling after effects to grab a towel. When he sits back down, humiliation directs him to wipe his seed away from her body and says, "I'm…wow...this mess…"
After he's done, Suguru washes his eyes over her while in a pout, 'I was about to force her…', feeling now that maybe it was his fault, as he's tried that consciously in the past. He's in disbelief when Elska huddles back under the covers so he looks away, worrying that if she wasn't uncomfortable around him before, then she SURELY is now.
"Elska...I...", but she instead pokes him with her blanketed feet and waves for him to lay down. It takes him a moment to believe her but once he does, Suguru cautiously crawls back over towards her. He understands her even less when she guides his head onto her chest because he just stiffly lays there, mortified by his actions.
"When I tell you that wasn't your fault, I mean it…", she quietly advises him, "My body does really twisted things sometimes, that being the worst." He harmlessly curls his body up to hers but doesn't say anything so she continues, "Everyone has succumbed to it aside from Nanami, so trust me when I say that it's me, okay?" He seems upset and shaken so she takes out his hair tie and begins to run her fingers through his hair in hopes of getting him to relax. "I appreciate your restraint before when it mattered though.", she giggles to herself as she dares to really label what they were doing to be anything less than having actual sex, "Not that it's okay either…I don't think that's going to be considered acceptable…"
Suguru wraps an arm around her hips to silently protest that last bit but his concerns speak up, "Elska, what if you couldn't stop me?", he buries his face into her skin at the mere possibility that he might be dangerous when concerning her.
She sweetly tells him, "I'm more capable than you think…you've just caught me off guard in the past!" He wants to laugh but those exact memories of him brutally attacking her is what has been plaguing him, like the day he stabbed her and attempted to make her experience him. "I'm sorry for everything, Elska…I wish I could take it all back. Every single occurrence." He tries to hide his face, feeling extremely emotional and exposed.
She takes her arms and awkwardly hugs him, "None of us understood each other then, nor did any of us make the efforts to try…" Elska feels his breath become shaky as he inhales. "I accept your apology, Suguru. We are all a little messed up honestly, which is why things happened the way they did. Trust me, I am no angel." She curls an arm underneath him and then feels one of his hands closing around her wrist. A small smile breaks across her face as she contemplates on the emotions of his that were swirling across her tongue. She deciphered fear, regret, self-loathing, anxiety but also something very warm and tender in regards to her. Elska's other hand moves back to his head to play with his long black hair, understanding that he needs the security.
Her forgiveness shocks him extensively. Her kind caressing comforts him immeasurably. Even through the wild turn of events and the insecurities raiding his sanity, he's feeling a complete assurance of safety while in her arms and this is something he's never familiarized with. Suguru turns his head to place a silent kiss against her chest, closing his eyes to hide his welling tears, "I don't understand you Elska…but I'm grateful.", securing her closer as he listens to her heart beating. He can't believe there was ever a time where he wished to silence its brilliant rhythm and takes another deep breath as if to inhale this memory into permanence.
Elska giggles to this drastic difference as Suguru reveals his vulnerability to her. She sinks a little lower into the bed to lay down as well, adjusting but remaining a hold around him. She plants a soft kiss against the top of his head and says, "You know that this can't happen again though, right?", she hears him sigh and becomes grief stricken by her own demands, "I won't say that it didn't feel good but we both know this will not fly. It's best that you try and forget that it happened..."
A hint of anger coils within Suguru as he refuses to pretend that they don't have something here. His heart says to take a stand but his mind understands where she's coming from, so he simmers and embraces reason. He doesn't want her to think that he's upset with her so he childishly states, "Maybe you'll fall for me." The nails running along his scalp cease for a second which makes him wonder what she thought of it but to save her from his selfish assumptions, he slides his hand from her wrist and laces their fingers while he situates himself one last time.
"That was presumptuous of me, do note that I don't actually own this confidence, I'm renting by the hour." He's relieved to hear the sound of her tired laughter mix with his as she settles more into the bed, seeming relaxed. He tucks his left leg between her knees and sighs to the beauty of this moment and to how full his heart feels despite her painful warnings that it may not last. Poked by his mentor's words, Suguru smirks and thinks to himself, 'Things really are going to change, aren't they?'