Ripping Elska from the door, Gojo whips out his arm to block her in the hall, regrettably whispering, "Love, you need to stay here. If he's frenzied, he'll go after you."
Choso rigidly turns his face toward the floor wishing he could simply deploy his Observer strategy and contribute but it's very likely that due to the closer proximity, his own energy from initiating the technique could become an interference in itself.
Elska's briefly forming fangs appear and retract as if venting her urgency, "J-just make sure she's alright! Please!!"
Satoru's stormy eyes glance to Choso, narrowing before he states, "When I open this door, if Shoko is hurt, I need you to grab her immediately, okay? Don't worry about Nanamin, I'll have you covered there..."
The being nods while reaching out for Elska's hand, "I understand.", pulling her a little closer to provide some resistance. She continues to yank away though so he's made to use legitimate strength while soothing, "He's right Elska, just calm down…", and sighs relief when she actually does, "We have a plan remember? Let's stick to it."
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Shoko has been forced into a dusty waist-high table against the wall, pinned by her lover as this cursed fate fabricates itself into reality. Despite already being in such an unfortunate way, Nanami succeeds in startling her when by sending energy to the area inches from her torso, forcing the thought, 'It's as if he woke up and was instantly dissatisfied.' He rams her once hard, instinctively sending Ieiri into flight or fight where she stiffens her arms and pushes against the table to lift herself up but as soon as she feels progress, she's shoved back down.
"Ke-nto…", the words crashing out from shock when he tears away at the long lavender nightdress that she doesn't value while over the shredding fabric, Elska's words, "If you surrender yourself to them, things go a little smoother and faster.", ring in her mind as her eyes squeeze shut.
'Why did this have to happen?', the doctor deliberates in horror to Nanami's ungodly grunts that sing his impatience, 'I can't believe he's like this…'
Daring to look back for a moment, hesitation calls out but that doesn't matter because Shoko chooses to ignore.
'Maybe if he really sees me then I can…' but when Shoko twists to view him, Nanami reflexively captures her throat and slams her down into the table's surface leaving her there while he finishes removing all of the clothed barriers between them.
"Kento…", she releases in a soft, broken sob but that turns into a wail as soon as he rashly plummets his girth through her core. Her voice soon disappears completely though when he begins relentlessly railing her with his length as all the differently constructed objects rattle to the floor like some shitty street concert.
Usually, Nanami gives her time to at least adjust and soothes her with reassurance but as if the other frenzy indicators weren't enough, she's made to endure this horrific, famished, altered state. As her courage dwindles, Ieiri senses Gojo, Choso and Elska approaching the door but can only whimper in response to Nanami shoving himself back into her. 'Ahh…', she reiterates to herself, 'It stings.'
Gojo warps into the room but is instantly distressed with what he sees.
"Shoko…", he mutters under his breath, taking in the tears that stain her face as Nanami barbarically ruts into her, sparking immediate contradiction within.
'Wait. This is-…should I just…leave?', he hollowly wonders as this is exactly what they wanted, right?
They wanted Nanami to substitute Ieiri for the physical aspect of the ritual. He wanted this friendly fire to be redirected from his love in order to silence maladaptive fears and save Shoko and Nanami's relationship. Gojo know this to all be true but when Shoko notices him, his body twitches to cower with disgrace.
With gritted teeth Satoru glares at the overall view until Ieiri lifts her head a few inches and whispers Satoru's name.
"Go.", she breathlessly requests, trying her best to smile assurance even while it feels like she's getting beaten into dough. The fact that Satoru has to see her like that doesn't even phase her at first, having known that was a possibility from the beginning but it slowly opens the floodgates of humiliation, tossing her into a bewildered spiral. She attempts to repeat her request to Gojo but Nanami's heavy hand palms the side of her head, pressing her cheek into the wood.
"Ken…to…", Ieiri gasps out, trying to disconnect from this situation and the fear it's placing in her heart, wondering, 'Why? Why is this so much worse than I imagined?'
"Shit. I don't think I can walk away…", Gojo instinctively increases his presence inadvertently obtaining Nanami's attention but when the ravenous blonde slowly twists towards him with violently glowing eyes, Satoru warps out of the room in hopes he didn't jeopardize everything.
Because his actions in the forest were described to him, Satoru's able to recognize that same lethal irritation exuding from Nanami but has to be more careful than usual since all of the turned harbor the ability to periodically break through his infinity. Nanami was strong enough before this that he could be somewhat of an issue for everyone else too if that were to happen.
"IS SHE OKAY!? WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?!", Elska clutches Gojo's arms when he reappears, "SATI!?", but she silences when she hears Nanami's grunts through the door.
"It's…working?!", she excitedly asks but instead of receiving an answer, Satoru morosely pulls her in for a hug as if to beckon her for affection. "What's wrong Sati?", she softly questions while directing her concerned eyes over to Choso. The being's serious expression sends a pit into her stomach though because she knows Choso is likely tuning into Nanami's energy in order to, in a way, monitor them through the walls.
"Love, I didn't think it would but it would seem that your little plan is working.", Gojo drops some metaphorical weight off of his back only to have it replaced with more of a different source. He holds Elska close, thankful that she doesn't have to suffer Nanami after what he just saw but his heart aches from knowing that Shoko however, currently is.
Elska rubs his back and rests her lips against his chest, feeling his heart rapidly beat, "She's not hurt, is she?", Elska sorrowfully asks into his skin. She waits for the confirmation that she was previously searching for but Gojo doesn't answer.
"Sati?"
Choso sympathetically grimaces. He's still not convinced that the ritual will be satisfied without Elska performing both acts but is willing to let this ride out in hopes of being incorrect, 'Perhaps I was wrong…' His eyes fall to Satoru holding Elska and while studying the pair, he listens to her worried tone when asking about Shoko again. Not knowing what else to do to help, he walks up behind Elska and joins the embrace.
Satoru can feel the uneasiness through Elska's energy and morosely informs, "She's hanging in there, love...but it's not pretty." He wishes to spare the details of the intense sights that plague his retinas when Elska shudders in a breath, causing Gojo to depress slightly, offering, "As soon as its over we will be in there to help her."
Satoru is torn right now. He can't even believe that he's idly standing by while Ieiri gets assaulted like that; somewhat taken back with how he's not doing anything because it's actually part of their all-agreed plan. Even in his darker days, Shoko was always someone he wanted to protect. She's been so good to him, so supportive and yet structuring and reprimanding when he needed someone to be, 'Nanamin too…', he tells himself. His right hand slides up to hold Elska's head while he plants a delicate kiss into her hair, sighing.
'Was this really the right way to do this?'
'Was I being selfish?'
Will his oldest friends end up ultimately destroyed?
Elska clings to her sweet Sati while they search for security within each other. Everything about this is hard. She already knows Nanami is likely to feel extreme remorse when his senses return, the kind of man he is would never do what's being done. "Shoko…", she whines into Satoru and then thinks to her turned, 'We need to be delicate with both of them after this…help them through whatever comes however we can...they never asked for any of this.'
"We will be, Master", Choso kindly offers into her ear, snaking his hands around to the front of her hips but isn't actually trying to incite anything. He as well regrets that they're allowing all of this to transpire, especially since Choso fears it might still somehow in vain. He lifts his head and stares down the long hall, grateful that Toji and Naoya are at least spared from this collective grief.
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Shoko has come to terms with everything unfolding and through the course of acceptance, is even a little less distraught; her insides feel pulverized though and that part gets worse with every passing minute.
Her spirit flickers with signs of life when Nanami's pace slows and groans with harsher, deeper thrusts. When his movements cease altogether, Ieiri holds her breath and contemplates, '…Is it over?'
She didn't feel Kento meet his release but she also was trying to fill her mind with anything other than what was actually going on.
'It's possible that I didn't notice…', hope reinventing a home within her chest. Nanami then sort of growls behind her, awkwardly nudging his hips forward, 'Thank-G-...He seems like he's done…'
Shoko sharply inhales, respite inflating her lungs but doesn't risk moving or resisting in any way yet. Instead, she waits there, bent over, housing Nanami's member until he finally steps back and snarls with a sort of finality. While remaining still, she gathers up the strength and stammers out to everyone beyond the door, "I-I think…I think he's done!", but instantly winces when Kento lunges back towards her like he can't understand and distrusts her voice. Ieiri shuts her eyes and gasps in deep breaths, doing her best to remain docile and nonthreatening in his presence, whispering, "I did what you wanted Kento…you see that now…", Shoko's voice anxiously fluctuates, "So, please…"
Elska busts into the room intending to reach Shoko but feels her feet stick to the floor as soon as her and Nanami exchange gazes.
Everything else in the room becomes dimmed and incoherent as a bead of nervous sweat forms and lurks down her temple while Nanami's emotionless yet commanding expression fixates.
Elska's heart is racing. She's never looked at Nanami like this before, never seen him bare like this before nor could she have predicted how delectable or haunting his maroon flaring eyes would be. Choso runs past her in what feels like slow motion as Ieiri fights to break free but Elska's gaze can only wander to Nanami's skin which upon learning how well-endowed he is, now comprehends that she may have made Shoko suffer like she, herself, did Toji long ago.
'Oh Shoko…', tears begin to form with the source being Elska's ignorant culpability, washing the trance away.
'HE IS YOURS."
The voice blares and with an overbearing volume and Elska waivers nearly losing her balance, feeling bothered with how an insignificantly small part of her yearned to hear that. They haven't and aren't going to bond though so only now does she understand that as soon as she pierces someone and initiates their synthesis, that protective instinct burns itself into existence and activates on sight. She doesn't want Nanami though, not as a lover.
When Gojo now races past her, she snaps back into reality and concentrates on getting Shoko out of there.
Gojo leans down, "Are you alright?!", standing with Ieiri in bridal carry. His stomach sinks when through tears, she repeatedly asks, "Is it really over?", because even when he confirms that yes, it is, she stares back at it him, unconvinced.
"Choso is going to take care of you now, okay, Shoko?", he sweetly suggests while passing her over into the being's arms.
Satoru's gaze becomes stagnant against the floor where the table leg and wood meet. 'Are they going to be ok after this?', he internalizes, wishing there were a way to save Shoko and Nanami from this fate. 'Shoko at least is normal… and they're both well rounded people. Good people. Will this be too much?'
He's notices that Nanami hasn't done much other than growl behind him but right as Gojo is turning around to restrain him so Elska can give her blood, his love yelps.
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Choso runs past the will-be living room and kitchen, only stopping when reaching where his day began. On a small loveseat in the bedroom, he gently lays the battered woman down and with care, checks over her body to assess for injuries, granting modesty by covering her with what remains of her lavender gown.
"Some bruising and cuts…at least superficially…", his lip quivers thinking about how the frenzied state can make anyone do anything.
Shoko turns to her side and curls into a ball along the cushions, quietly crying to herself, depressing Choso greatly.
"I'm sorry this happened…", he laments while healing her, "Do you think it would help if you rested for a while?", he asks attentively after sensing her reverse technique.
She releases a broken yes, causing Choso to lean over and hug her while whispering, "Alright, don't worry, we will take it from here…" Nuzzling his face into her as he would Elska to make her feel better, he sweetly breathes into her ear, "Sleep."
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"STOP!", Elska screams as Nanami flattens her against the floor with his body. He roars loudly into her face, bearing his fangs when she refuses eye contact.
"S-Sati! Something's not right!", she yells over to Gojo but ceases her struggling and freezes when Nanami's tongue can be felt licking up between her breast to her neck.
"Damn-it…"
"Fuck.", Gojo looks down, perceiving Nanami's erection, "Love, we have a massive problem…" Negative emotions flourish under the apprehension but Satoru's logical side overrides and assembles the pieces together.
Nanami didn't finish.
'Why did Shoko say he was done?', Satoru wonders while carefully approaching Nanami from behind, even masking his presence for caution. The blonde seems to drown his nose in whatever was left of the scent, dragging it along Elska's skin and licking areas that apparently captured higher potency. This alone is making Gojo rather nervous but as seconds unfold it almost seems like the aroma is actually causing the newly turned to relax, or perhaps become more focused.
'What the fuck do we do now?!', he wonders while deciding the best way to grab and restrain his friend. 'Is this really how it has to be?!'
Elska's eyes lock onto to Gojo vigilantly not making any sudden moves and allowing for Nanami's caressing to continue. She tenses up every time his sticky member hops against her inner thighs, soundlessly begging the universe to bring him back to sanity. She's not finding any pleasure from her best friend's boyfriend's touch but until they figure out another course of action, allowing this as a distraction until catching him off guard will be their best option.
The moment quickly arrives.
Satoru wrestles Nanami's arms behind his back and uses all of his physical strength to topple him forward into an incomparable position. Elska collects herself and stands, slowly creeping backwards as she ruminates over what can be done now.
"TAKE HIM."
"No.", Elska's eyes narrow as they fall to Nanami. "I will not."
"THEN HE WILL SUFFER."
She grinds her teeth hard enough for them to squeak, frustrations building upon one another, layering themselves inside of her where space is limited. When Nanami shrieks his daunting call, falling further into his frenzy, Elska hears Gojo shout, "CHOSO! HE NEEDS TO SLEEP!"
Suddenly, Elska's eyes glow and she autonomously beelines for her new turned. Something tells her that Nanami will not survive if Choso succeeds.
"Love, stay back!", Gojo leans his weight forward again but the closer she gets, the more wildly Nanami bucks beneath him. "Shit…", his eyes dart up to his love and then over to Choso who barrels into the doorway.
Choso lunges for Elska, catching her in his arms, "What's happening?!", he asks frightfully upon registering that something's wrong. Elska fights his hold but he locks his muscles, "Master…calm down…please…", harnessing her until she settles.
Gojo slams his own mass into Nanami, "I know I owe you man but you're being extremely fucking difficult right now!"
He's picking up on how intense the blonde is becoming and has to confront his own feelings on this.
'Does he need my love?', he blankly asks himself as his eyes find Elska, his brow twitching with conflict.
Let Nanami go so he can ravage Elska or keep Nanami away and risk finding out what the consequences are? Gojo needs both of them to be okay, Shoko too.
"Fuck…", he murmurs under his breath anxiously, "Come on, Satoru...which fucking answer is best?"
"Don't put him into a R.E.M. state my hybrid, please!", Elska begs Choso and insists, "He won't come back if you do!"
Fearing she's not being understood, in a bizarre panic she intensifies her presence in a subconscious attempt to steal control of the room.
Choso looks over to Gojo but answers, "O-okay...I won't do it then, don't worry…", and calls for his wings, hoping to buffer out her aura and keep Nanami's focus averted.
The being's grasp on Elska tightens as the bones form through his back but as soon as they breach it, he sighs and wraps his burgundy feathers around them both. Elska responds as he was hoping, tucking into him which in return asserts him the sensation of protector.
Nanami isn't flailing underneath him anymore so Gojo stares down, concerned with this sudden decrease in activity. The blonde merely grunts with in agitation until he goes completely silent.
'What is he doing?', Satoru's eyes flinch, feeling an accumulating rush of energy.
Elska's attention deviates from Choso and she's now using her arms to peel away his wings.
"SATI!", she cries; something is sending her haywire, "GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Nanami roars, seemingly calling for his own wings as if he's only learning by example without having the fundamentals down because what forms is incomplete. Witnessing Choso's form triggered the blonde to understand that he too was capable of this.
Elska screams.
Despite this rather unusual feat, all Nanami is able to produce are bare boned limbs with a few light grey feathers sporadically placed about. They look painful, fractured and malformed. Even worse, through Nanami's frenzied anger, he was able to slice through Gojo's infinity, impaling the silver shaman through the abdomen.
Choso watches in horror as the newly turned pushes off the ground, aiming in their direction, with Gojo crumbling behind him.
"Satoru!", he shouts, mortified by Gojo being caught so off guard. He finds it unusually careless, but gives pity when coming to the idea that it's because it's Nanami.
Choso throws Elska to the side, getting her out of harm's way but that act cost him time he needed to defend.
Elska stumbles into the corner of the mattress but whips around just in time to catch Nanami's energized attack flying into Choso's head, instantly melting half of the being's face.
Elska's view widens as Choso's cries fill the room, screaming for him, "My hybrid!!!", but that's when she notices Gojo on the ground just out of view because of the bed and shrieks, "SATI!"
The manager's famished maroon eyes dart around. Taking a deep breath as Nanami hones into her and readies stance, Elska grounds herself for a brawl.
"My hybrid, please take Sati and go feed from Toji and Naoya right now.", Her eyes flicker towards the door, "I will deal with this."
She peers around the stalking blonde to see her hybrid's watering eyes and disfigured face and it's upsetting, infuriating her even more that this has come to be. Forming her fangs and calling for her own wings, Elska prepares herself for the collision; Nanami's running in her direction.
Nanami and Elska clash with vicious snarls as energy flings from collision of their hits. Choso naturally feels wrong for leaving and obeys her command. As he's dragging Gojo out of the room though, Elska's voice sounds of anguish so he obsessively looks back to make sure she's alright.
Nanami scratches up her shoulder while ripping away the strap to her dress but Elska tries to hide this fact because Choso is clearly apprehensive.
"GO FEED!", she commands with ferocity, getting to her feet and turning her body to hide her wounds, "DON'T WASTE ANY TIME!"
She could easily have fixed everyone up by using her life from death technique but that would require killing Nanami. Not an option. She also doesn't want her turned around in case this fight goes south for her so when the door slams shut, she uses her wings to propel over the bed onto the other side, creating distance.
Nanami gears up to run towards her again so she prepares herself to swiftly dodge past him, like cat and mouse. She smirks as her feet spring off the floor and she takes to the air, 'Maybe I can tire him out…', crossing her mind right before they align. Nanami's gathering energy to attack but she has already calculated that into her ploy.
'Block it.'
But when Nanami releases the energized attack, it burst to and through Elska and then out to the floor. She collapses into the wood on her side, moaning in transient agony from the 7ft fall and feels the uncertainty creeping in. She's unable to move her limbs at all and her wings just evaporated.
'This is just like…', she delves with a pit forming in her gut.
Nanami used the same paralyzing attack as Toji.
Elska can't do anything but bare her teeth at the wall as her new starved turned mounts himself behind her, twisting her chest into the floor. She feels his weight easing onto her thighs but he then pulls back on her shoulder to roar into her the side of her face. She shrinks, eyes brimming for life's inevitability, for what is about to happen.
'He got me…'
As Elska is wallows in the regrets that have created this lamentable situation, he rolls her completely to her back and spreads her dead weight legs.
Nanami asserts himself into position, folding Elska in half against the floor and using his body to keep her wedged as his arms lower him over and gives a long, lowly growl as he leisurely drags his lips up her arm to her neck. She can only shutter and shut her eyes.
Angling his waist with proficiency, Nanami completely buries his length down into her in a singular stroke.
Elska cries out initially because of his size but a hand is soon wrenching around her throat, eliminating her sounds. She screws her eyes shut, trying to pretend that Kento Nanami isn't slaying her with his long sword but his voice bleeds through her fabricating illusion.
She abhorrently screams nothing when he leans over, sinking himself to the hilt before hammering his hips with snarls tickling her ear as he hovers his mouth right by it. She cannot help but realize that If he were one of her lovers, she'd be puddy in their hands.
'But it's Nanami!'
Elska's eyes shoot open, her fingers twitching to move with purpose but to her dismay just like the night with Toji, it's not enough. Feeling she's running out of defenses, she intensifies her presence again not counting herself out yet, even as Nanami proceeds to mercilessly fuck her.
Brutishly guided by his hand, their glowing eyes reach each other but by displaying the fight left it her, the once harmless manager reacts by cruelly flipping Elska over.
She flops into the wood where the sweat accumulated on her stomach adheres her in place, becoming more defensive as Nanami mounts her flattened form.
"Why…why is it taking so long?", defeated whimpers she shares with the floorboards.
Noises of strain leak from her lips when Nanami prods back in, her body feeling beaten since she didn't feed after Gojo either.
Somehow, Nanami's splitting stroke almost feels good and leaves sporadically reminiscing over her beloved but that comfort soon fades when Kento seemingly uses all of his mass to crash into her with each unforgiving thrust.
Elska's bones compress and roll into the hard ground rubbing the pointy landmarks and skin raw from friction but she can't do anything but lay there and deal with what she's created. Nanami now leans his hips all the way into her, bending himself nearly backwards, the angle penetrating so deeply that she's left feeling additionally violated. The horror leads her to think about Shoko and also about how Nanami or even herself is going to cope once he's stabilized.
"HE IS YOURS"
"NO, HE IS NOT!"
Elska's knees and elbows respond and flex a little, 'I have to stop this!', internally flooding her with pure incentive.
Refocused, Elska concentrates all of her might into pushing up from the floor but Nanami does not allow this and lays his chest into her back, soon sinking his fangs where her nape meets the shoulder junction. She goes limp once more but while gasping into the floor, Elska makes a morbid discovery; Nanami's bite feels fucking amazing.
Elska gradually melts to the Master's Ecstasy and even moans in pleasure when Nanami instinctively hooks his teeth in place and resumes his feral bout. With a shaky hand, she reaches back and into his hair where she grabs a hold of what she can, both of their bodies jolting in tandem.
Nanami's heavy-handed mannerisms are beginning to quell, minimizing until he's rolling his hips, only now, Elska swears he's performing in an almost adorning fashion. He drinks tiny amounts at a time too, which confuses her because he's starved but all of this eludes her when her body responds to his length's new gentler rhythm, slickening his shaft.
After a moment, Nanami's threatening noises transform into needy moans, his bliss being made evident as he spills some of her blood to moan. His rancorous grip relaxes into massaging digits, his aggressive posture flows into sensual motions.
Elska pants when Nanami strikes again and dives in to finally feed, wholeheartedly devouring the essence that his cells are violently craving. Sensing her turned coming closer though, her view darts to the door where she speedily tells them, 'WAIT.', wanting to save them from this forbidden carnality.
"Ma...ster…", the tainted words seductively trickle out of Nanami against her skin.
He's starting to see things a little more clearly now but he's still not all there. Lifting his fangs from Elska's neck, Nanami postures himself upright only to see how he's submerged into her womanhood and has rooted into her from above. Dazedly, after closing her wounds he brushes her hair aside and studies the red fluid that lies contrast to Elska's skin. He zones out, reliving everything that he did, captured in space and time while putting together what's become of him.
"Na…Nanami?", Elska catches her breath, shaking off how for a second there before he stopped, she felt a kind of passion blossoming, "I need you to be calm…", requesting this with caution in her tone to reassure, "I'll explain everything."
She wants to believe that he is back to himself now that he's fed but wonders if that's the case, then why the hell is he still inside of her.
"…Nanami?"
She's only met with silence however until he randomly shoves himself in deeper and folds forward in pain.
"NA-NAM-", but then it makes sense.
The sensory overload.
Nearly pulling his own hair out, Nanami succumbs to the debilitating cindering ache catapulting through his brain. He wants to scream, swing or even die but it's so painful and sudden that he simply can't react at all. Forcing spasming muscles still as if fighting an army of Charlie horses, he tucks his face into Elska's hair until it subsides. He hears Elska say his name but it seems so faint.
"Master…", releasing a desperate gasp when he's finally unburdened from whatever the fuck that was.
Elska's breath hitches until she can finally force out, "It's me Nanami, Elska…", wishing he could see her face just to add the emphasis. His behavior is worrying but she contemplates on how he might be confused, that maybe there's something residual going on with his state so to try an aid him she delicately shares, "I'm not Shoko…you know that, right?", waiting for a response or even for him to move.
"I know.", But despite that confirmation, Nanami rolls his hips again, stroking her walls until flushing himself to Elska's rear, pleasantly groaning to her astonishment.
"Wai-…Nanam-…"
Ignoring her, Kento shamefully props his arms up in silence with muscles bulging from strain as he rolls his hips again. Again. And again.
He can't help himself. There's something in him that desires this exact situation now where as this wasn't anything that existed prior. Staring down at how they're pieced together, Nanami notices Elska's arousal squeezing past him, driving him feral but he doesn't fully understand why. He just knows that he needs to do this.
Elska's turned over once more to her back and is stunned by the wildly lustful expression he's sporting. She's beside herself with Nanami's sensual side but is grossly reminded that it's probably because she was never supposed to become familiar with it to begin with.
Vying for an explanation, Elska tries asking, "What are you doi-…", but she's shushed by lips and condemned with a possible answer when he obsessively enters her again.
"I don't know…", Nanami confesses, briefly freeing her with incongruity in response to hearing himself.
Elska comprehends that she should run but her body isn't cooperating, "Why won't yo-…"being cut short with the intensity of his glare.
She begins to tell herself that this would be the perfect time to flee, that she would run as fast as she could, maybe even fly through the wall but when Nanami's large fingers trace down her cleavage she questions everything.
Nanami senses that she's still impaired from his strange attack but probes his thoughts on whether she would've run by now or not if she wasn't. He caught her reaction just now when he touched her but it's not enough to harbor such an assumption so to make sure, he palms her back and heavily drags his hand down to her waist, curving his fingers around Elska's hip. When she quietly gasps and submissively turns her head away with embarrassment, he accepts that even if Elska could evade, she wouldn't.
With that, the sounds of their wettened skin smacking echoes, encouraging his tongue into her mouth but doesn't understand why he's doing this. He loves Shoko and he knows it.
When he releases Elska from the aggressive kiss and stares into her eyes though, logic evacuates as he's again overcome with an irrational urge to conquer and fill her. Enjoying himself, he lets Elska choke and gasp to his efforts, giving her room to breathe while studying the one visible bouncing breast, the calamitous shared satisfaction that meets between their gazes causing him to inch closer to finality.
Elska can't deny that there's something strange going on here nor can she deny the fact that he's undoubtedly pleasuring her now.
"Nana-mi…", her voice trails off, mirroring pleasure, guilt and contentment, seemingly pulling them both deeper into this delusional moment. She tilts her head back against the floor, silently crying out when she feels him coaxing out an orgasm, wishing, 'No…', as a voice inside of her wails but the one that reaches ears cascades into a melody of sweet release.
Nanami's brow furrows when he feels her walls convulsing, his hips now stuttering as he too explodes inside. Begrudgingly driving his length into her one more time, he fights the sensitivity before simply resting inside of her.
With a sudden rush of lucidity and perceiving how Elska's turned are waiting outside the room, he's left with the fact that everyone let this happen for his sake. This realization feels likes bullets being fired by family, ending you before you spread some incurable disease or something of the sort.
Descending into sheer muddle, Nanami says nothing but rolls Elska to her stomach again, bends her knees to raise her rear and slips back in as if doing so would help him make sense of this. He disregards her mystified question, "Why are you keeping me here?! You should be fine now!", and moans while running a hand down his face in disbelief, 'She's right. I need to let her go so why won't I?'
Elska fretfully wiggles around, lightly tugging on his less intense length but instead of removing himself like she's cuing him to do, Nanami rests a hand on her waist to stop the jostling.
"Don't do that…", he warns with authority as if she's in the wrong.
It's not that he disliked it at all but he certainly is plagued over becoming stimulated again. He's still mulling through hopeful explanations as to why he doesn't want to vacate her core but nudges in a little deeper.
Elska's eyes flare open and glow when she feels him twitching back to life since she's reminded of Naoya's awakening, recalling how her prince seemed to have endless stamina and fears this to be foretelling of her current predicament.
"You don't have to do this anymore.", she tries to verbally guide him, "The ritual was fulfilled, we did what we had to…we're bonded now!", but his fingers dig into her waist, "This isn't your fault Nanami!", desperately trying to share what she knows to be true. He suddenly hesitates and motions his hips slowly back, her thinking that he's ready to close this chapter, "Everybody understands why we had to do this…"
What she wasn't anticipating was him stroking through her as if he wasn't already left satisfied.
Nanami's lip catches between his teeth as he observes his girth part her in gradual motion. He knows he needs to snap out of it, that this is wrong but he can't stop.
'Master…', whispers in his mind as he takes Elska with reluctant pleasure, narrowing his eyes to the truth of his entire existence having been completely altered. He raises a knee, placing one foot on the floor for balance and hoists an arm under her waist to lift her rear closer.
"Oda…", he regrettably calls to her, "I…have to…"
Her body's flaccidity stings him but he raises her lower half to alignment none the less, moaning deeply as he retraces his steps within her. At first, he thrusts slowly as if wanting to gain the most of this creamy experience. He studies their bodies with a slack jaw, changing his angle to deeply rub but her whimpers of undeniable heat call to him as he expands her walls, throwing him into a salacious fit.
Elska mewls to his increased pace and how the position he has her is unfortunately perfect. She feels her pheromones building but is able to calm herself...not quick enough though because Nanami is soon wrapping his other arm across her chest, lifting her up and back against him, teased by the scent and left only wanting more.
--------Memory Lane-------
Nanami's been hit by a wave in the past but this was during the time when Gojo was still hiding Elska. She'd only recently been brought between worlds and was kept a secret under lock and key because of how Satoru was directly going against the Elders' intentions and was never going to comply.
It's not like Kento knew immediately either, his pattern recognition started kicking in though with Gojo's increased absence from the academy and his erratic behavior through brief, cryptic calls and texts leading Nanami to dig up whatever mischief Satoru was in so he could per-emptively tackle with damage control. These troublesome situations came about often with him.
After exiting the elevator on the 9thfloor, Nanami smiles to how peaceful the hall is with no one else living in them. Creating this kind of seclusion is something Nanami entertains because he hates being bothered by people on his down time.
Walking along the well-lit hall, his steps quicken as he hears a commotion coming from the inhabited apartment. Nanami leans his ear again the door and distinguishes a woman cry, "LET ME GO!!! LET ME GOOOO!", instantly causing a migraine as Kento is well aware of Gojo's debauched tendencies with women.
If he's being honest however, he and Satoru actually share a few…darker quirks…and this is how they originally became friends because there's some things that only a like-minded person can understand.
"God damn it! Satoru…", he grumbles, thinking about the victim inside.
'Who is she? What fucking hoops will I have to hurdle to cover this up?'
Deciding he can't gauge this situation without knowing more, he kicks open the apartment door and angrily shouts, "SATORU!", with rage.
He can hear Gojo whine his annoyance from the down the way so he follows the voice, "We talked about this Satoru, you can't just do whatever you want with wome-…"
Nanami sees Elska for the first time but has no immediate words to share as he takes in her nude, roughed up state. The woman has clearly been crying for quite some time and looks like stress is doing a number.
"Jesus fucking Christ…", the manager mauls out while inspecting her fabric restrains that keep her in a lewd position, on her back in the bed.
She doesn't even scream for help but stares back at Kento with fright as if she fears the worst from his arrival.
"Shit…", he spits before furiously snatching Gojo's arm and leading his naked body out of the room. Throwing the silver shaman against the entertainment center, he screams, "Who is SHE? What the hell are you doing to her!?"
When Gojo stands back up but remains silent, it pisses Nanami off more, "Do you understand what the fucking law is? You're not above that just because of status!"
Gojo snickers, "Yeah but you see…the problem is, it doesn't understand me."
Nanami narrows his eyes, finding no comedy here, "Who the fuck is that GIRL, Satoru?!"
Gojo darts his gaze away but defiantly shares, "My woman."
Listening to her rustle around in the room brings a smile to Satoru's face because her resilient fighter spirit holds onto escaping, "She's the one I want."
"Oh-my-fucking-God.", Nanami aggravatingly sighs like he just realized searching for coherent reasoning is pointless, "Well, I'm taking her with me Satoru. You can't fucking do this. Now I have to clean this shit up. I can't believe you."
Gojo disappears without notice and while Nanami is looking around the room like it's a crimes scene, his brows converge when the girl starts screaming again.
"SATORU F-GOJO!!!!"
Nanami sprints to the room and discovers Gojo perched between the girl's legs, already inside of her as if he's in a race against time.
"Son of a…", Nanami charges for Satoru but is met with a chilling expression from his silver haired cohort that stops him dead in his tracks, 'God DAMN IT.'
Once internalizing that Nanami won't pursue, the warning in his dark blue eyes fades and soften until half-lidded and lighter in hue; his attention turning back to the girl he's sloshing through.
Nanami and Gojo have some similarities but even with Kento's own kinkier sexual interests everything centers around the high importance of consent. His mind now running a million miles a minute, he tries to devise a deescalating approach to spare the poor girl but shock leaves him frozen as his eyes feast on Satoru's pure pleasure.
Gojo moans with nearly each thrust, cooing to how she contracts around him even while her eyes say she's disgusted.
"You are mine now, Elska…", he leans down, chasing her turning head as she fights to avoid the kiss. He finally snatches her jaw and glares menacingly down into her, "Don't make me look bad in front of my friend now. He'll get the wrong idea!", tittering in response to her wild eyes that illuminate with chaotic revenge. "I've got it!", he says cheerfully, burying himself within her walls, "Let's show my friend Nanamin what you can do!"
Nanami leaps forward, "GET OFF OF HER SATORU! WHAT THE FUCK!?", finally braving to reach down and pull him off. Before he can though, Gojo dips down to the girl's neck and snatches her skin between his teeth, her stunning Nanami into confusion with an incredibly seductive moan.
The next thing he knows there's an incriminating but wonderful scent filling his lungs. The wave almost causes him to fall back as it blasted through the air but he catches himself with the wall and hunches over while anxiety plagues him.
He's burning up.
His chest tightens.
He can't breathe.
'Wha-what the hell is going on?!'
Nanami strains to lift his eyes to Elska but when he does, it triggers some kind of cooling affect.
Until the festering urge to fuck her sets in.
Gojo kisses Elska's cheek before sitting back up, rocking his hips harder now that he's been riled up by the scent.
"SoOo…", he pants, "Good…fuck…", he can't help his vulnerable tone as he ruts into her, ungracefully approaching his orgasm.
She's so fucking wet that he can feel her lacquer on his thighs, temporarily saving the illusion that she enjoys getting plowed by him. He's been waiting for Nanami to strike, thinking that any second now, he will have to deflect the lust-driven shaman and restrain him from Elska's pie. He was never going to share his Elska of course but he wanted Nanami to understand his fascination and figured exposing him to the scent was a sure-fire way of obtaining this goal. To his bewilderment though, when Gojo twists around to revel in his tactic, he catches Nanami's frazzled but composing pissed off expression which unfortunately is the same moment in which his seed spills.
From that moment on, Nanami vowed to watch over Elska but he couldn't make Gojo do anything, he's the six-eyes wielder after all. What he could do was pick and choose his battles with the insanely powerful man and try to guide him down a path to be less tyrannical, violent and oppressing.
No one else really knew how to or dared to try handling Gojo other than himself and Ieiri. They were the only three that could know of this. Of what Gojo was doing.
---------The Present-------
Nanami's finds his stance and while dangling Elska in his hold begins feverishly pistoning through her again. She cries out in crumbled phrases but can tell that she at least enjoying it.
This still doesn't make sense to him though.
He forms his fangs and instinctively bites her once more and exhales heavily to the vastly coded figures of her taste.
'Why?', he asks himself, the coil in his groin preparing to fail.
Elska compresses an elusive growl; he's thrown off for a second but that's when he's gifted with a fresh wave of that scent. His voice dominates hers as every fiber in his being seeks the bliss her body and nature are offering. Nanami thrusts into her vigorously, simultaneously lowering her bent knees into the floor while driving his hips so he can seize the meat of her rear into his hands. Watching Elska's ass ripple every time their body's slam together and feeling the subtle way she anchors herself in order to willingly endure it awakens something long buried away.
He slows his pace, ramming her deeply one time before backing out and sadistically offering, "Mm-Mmmm…"
Elska more than hears Nanami's condescending moan as it forms goosebumps across her limbs like they were dumped on her from a bucket overhead. Her fingertips curl into floor and with a little determination, she's able to push herself up into an upright position on her knees. After wiping her face, she scans the room in search for Nanami until she hears fabric tearing behind her.
"Nanami?", Elska cautiously twists around to see what he's become occupied with while slowly unfolding her stiff, weakened legs to hopefully stand, "Nanami…wha-…"
Without warning, Elska's vision goes grey with tiny holes of light peering through as a knot is tied behind her head. She opens her mouth, startled but Nanami's hand confesses, "Don't act so surprised, Oda. You should know Satoru spares no details when boasting about your sexual life.", he secures the blindfold and lowers her head onto the floor.
Elska isn't sure how to react to what's happening but on the off chance that Nanami still isn't back to normal, which seems extremely probably right now, she remains in the same position but blinded. As her left arm is drawn behind her and fastened at the wrist in connection to her thigh, rampant thoughts such as 'Why is he tying me up?!', 'Why did he cover my eyes?!', flood her brain until her right arm is done in the same fashion.
Nanami sadistically gleams down at Elska, admiring how her fists rests against her hips, "I know what you're into, Oda…", he casts his judgement while slapping her ass and dragging his thumb from her clit to tailbone, "You're a nasty girl, aren't you?"
Speechless, Elska feels the mood of the room shift into something a little different. Grasping the motor control gained she starts wiggling around and wrenching her wrists to loosen the constraints but its of no use. It's as if these weird cuffs were made of metal instead.
"Have patience, Oda."
Elska lifts her head to cancel this whole situation but is unable to see his hand scooping into her neck, fastening there as his weight leans over her. Nanami seductively groans into her ear as his other arm aims his head back inside her.
Nanami securely penetrates his tip, switches his weight to the forearm holding her throat, "Alright, show me what you can do.", and then unabashedly sinks his free thumb into Elska's rear before finishing what they started.
Elska yelps with surprise when he starts hammering in and further ascertains that something is different about their loving manager. Reluctantly, she moans in pleasure as he dominates her and titillates her ears with how much of a whore she is, "You like taking it from the whole team, don't you?"
The words sting and the iteration of their use push her to emotions but right as she thinks its too much, he compliments her whorishness in the same way, "Well, now that you've done this to me…made me this way again…", Nanami rams her hard and steadies himself inside while hauntingly muttering, "You're going to compensate by being my sui generis little slut."
Elska protests while experiencing the threatening pressure of his member, "WHAT ABOUT SHOKO?", but is thrust into again as Nanami's intensity returns in the form of agitation.
"Oda…do you really think I would allow myself to treat Ieiri this way? No. Of course not.", Nanami's hips and legs resume, "I could never show her this side of me…or expose her to this delicioushumiliation…", he buckles in pleasure and grimaces but continues an awkward rhythm, lamenting, "But you, Oda?", condescendingly laughing while his body sputters and his length drains into Elska, breathless but angrily finishing with, "After unwisely altering me as you have, I feel my darkness flooding. In order to save Ieiri, I will subject you to whatever I please…"
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Choso clears the last bit of distance down the long hall with Satoru in tow. He's riddled with sharp, burning pain but pushes through this in order to get back to the room. "Gojo, you're too big!", he whines while using the eye he had left to navigate. If it weren't for the adrenaline, Choso knows he would be in much worse shape thanks to his wounds.
Toji's closest once they enter to the room so the being hoists Satoru onto the giant and lightly slaps his face, "Satoru! Hey! You need to feed!", he tells the unconscious, bleeding shaman.
Sensing a strange attack from Nanami down the hall alerts him of what's happening, "GOJO!"
He knows that Elska is probably getting wrecked right now and this eviscerates what was left of his nerves. On edge and in a hurry, the being forms his fangs and pierces Satoru's bicep.
Gojo's bright blue eyes blare open but they darken once he's in touch with his injuries. His first sight is of Choso's wounds when the being raises his head, forcing Satoru to jump out of his skin, "Choso…Where the fuck is your face?!"
The being growls and in a rash moment of impatience, arches his wings and threateningly instructs, "I'd ask the same of your pancreas but we don't have time. Feed from Toji!"
Satoru glances down, eyeing the giant and then his own abdomen, "Fuck…", he grumbles, "I told you guys that Nanamin was strong…" He dazedly watches Choso crawl onto the bed and crouch next to Naoya and that's when he figures out that they left Elska, "Nanamin!"
Choso looks up, "Exactly! FEED!", but swiftly dips down to awkwardly pierce his Zenin friend, not getting the best angle.
After feeling Elska and Nanami's energy levels fluctuating, Gojo follows suit. Scowling in discomfort when he twists his body, "Time for me to finally taste you, big guy…", he rejoices in that small fact before sinking his fangs in.
Toji wakes up and is rendered useless in terms of defense. He imagines at first that it must be Elska piercing him which allows a gratified moan to lift off.
"Doll…", he dreamily mutters as he opens his eyes but they completely unfasten when he sees Choso on top of Naoya.
"What the fuck are you doing?!", Toji goes to move but those entrancing fangs sink deeper, leaving him enamored.
Naoya feels the weight on top of him and is instantaneously annoyed.
"Get outta here…", he tosses out while lazily swatting a hand away. He hears, "Naoya, I need your help…", and its enough to bend the Zenin's neck forward with squinting eyes, "Cho? What's wrong?"
Gojo lushes in Toji's powerful flavor, the sheer danger in the giant nearly making his eyes roll back. He's glad they didn't because he's able to witness Choso gently widening his jaw against Naoya's neck again. The Zenin's reaction to the second bite entertains Satoru's eyes and ears while his mind bathes in Toji's feelings.
What Satoru is tasting right now, this complete depth of devotion, is meant for Elska and this is when Gojo puts together that Toji isn't fully aware of what's going on.
'That makes more sense…', he discerns, having expected Toji to have tried to kill him by now. A flicker of arousal sprinkles into his seasoning which causes Gojo to falter, 'Woah big guy…that tastes...sexy.'
But as much as Satoru likes to tease and harass Toji, he also understands that everyone has their limits. He may be able to escape further brutality if he stops feeding right now, before Toji becomes too erotically provoked.
'He'd for sure fucking kill me if I gave him a boner…'
Lifting his face away from the giant and closing his wounds, Gojo warps over to Naoya in an attempt to assist, "Let him feed, little Naoya, he's hurt."
Toji sits up in the bed, rubbing his neck while searching for Elska.
"Doll?", he calls out with muddle, still hazed from the sensual wake up call. He adjusts his growing member over his briefs while trying to figure out why he's in such a way. Naoya starts shouting at the others but Toji hears something else too so he tells everyone to shut up. Holding his hand out until he hears it again, his eyes flicker sadness, "Doll."
Naoya now comprehends that Nanami has awakened and is frantically trying to get to his feet but is failing under Choso.
"CHO! GET THE FUCK OFF!", he roars, "WHERE IS SHE!?", finally throwing the being aside.
Gojo sheers away his carefree demeanor for the sake of getting this over with and leads the conversation once looking over to Shoko who is still in a R.E.M. state, "We tried our best…", his presences weakens, "…but it would seem we couldn't avoid Nanamin bonding with her…"
Toji's hand that was reaching for the knob, retracts. His head tilts forward as he hides his emulsified shame. After having heard both Getou's and Choso's bonding experiences, compiled with his own and Gojo's, his stomach turns for Elska.
"How bad off was he?", he avoidantly asks, eyes averted to the door.
"IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER!", Naoya's deep voice shatters the tense air.
"YES IT DOES BOY!", Toji barks his purgatory. He understands that this may have been their only solution from the get go, that she was going to have to do this with Nanami but that doesn't mean it sits well though.
'Doll…'
Choso tries to place a hand on Naoya's bare shoulder but the Zenin jerks the joint angrily, "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?! You know what he's doing to her!!"
Toji pounds his fist into the door, losing his cool and stomping towards his cousin with raging red eyes before spitting, "We-can't-fucking-stop-it-NAOYA!" The Zenin doesn't back down but seems to register the veracity, so Toji adds with less angst, "If we interfere, we don't know what will amount from this. I don't fucking like it either, none of us do!"
Gojo walks up to Naoya, "He's right. We need to let this happen…", remorsefully wishing it wasn't so.
Naoya scoffs, and wickedly seethes, "Shut the fuck up! You of all people probably wanted him to do this, you sick fuck."
Choso rushes off the bed when Gojo tackles Naoya into it. He anxiously looks over to Toji but the giant merely folds his arms and supervises the quarrel, 'They can't fight!'
Satoru pins Naoya's wrist by his head but leers down to his face, "I know you're pissed off about what's going on but don't you dare think for a second that I want this."
Naoya flashes his fangs, completing his intimidating glare but Gojo proceeds, "How do you think it feels to know my love has to take the dick of the one, SINGULAR man around here, AND MY FRIEND, that didn't want her for himself in order to fix my fucking mistakes? Hmm?! How much rage do you think I fucking have for this outcome knowing I'm the cause?!"
Gojo jars his weight into the Zenin's wrists, calming down, "If we stop them…", he takes a deep breath to deflate his fury, "…my love and Shoko both would have suffered for nothing. Nanami could die too…for real this time."
Naoya looks through Toji to the door, honing in on Elska's presence and taking in its story. From what he can tell, it's lessened from a few minutes ago but not in an alarming way, 'Maybe it's not going as bad as we thought…'
Gojo releases him with heavy eyes but Naoya gets that he was just telling it like it is. The Zenin tries to accept this and looks into the mirrors on the wall, fixing his hair. He knows it won't mean for much but he at least wants to be presentable when he rescues her with aftercare.
'Will she think I love her less?', he asks himself, clouding his honorable moment.
Turing around, he looks across them all, "Our princess might assume we're angry at her because of this so maybe we should plan something nice once this is over…"
Gojo smiles warily, "I agree, let's do something.", losing his tonicity when Naoya is obviously complying. He takes the few steps necessary to near the Zenin and hugs him while explaining, "You can organize everything if you'd like."
Naoya pushes Gojo away with a pout but gives the slightest smile to show that he's at least not against them. He has plenty of smart-ass remarks but doesn't have to spirit to crack jokes while the bonding is occurring. Bringing his eyes to the floor, Naoya apologizes to Toji, "I'm sorry I was being a dick Toji. I was just…you know…"
"I don't get an apology?!", Gojo asks Naoya while jumping his brow to Choso, "Guess I'm not important.", speaking as if he already knew this. He's also trying to desperately lighten the mood.
Naoya chuckles reluctantly, "Well you are a sick fuck…why would I take that back if I'm right?", and to his surprise, Gojo grins as if he truly appreciated that statement.
Toji sighs from listening to Elska and Nanami's moans with his exceptional ears. He, like the other turned, identify as monsters for simply monitoring this event but could never find the first reason that would deem Kento unworthy of saving.
The giant's mouth waters when he hears possible evidence of Elska orgasming but his heart takes a laceration to the thought of this exchange changing her and Nanami's relationship dynamic. He likes Nanami a lot, always has. Toji doesn't want anything to skew the role the manager plays with her though and, 'He and Shoko are good together, there's no way he'd leave that behind.', eases his thoughts. He also gets rid of his jealousy knowing that if she's brought to her release then perhaps she isn't suffering.
Choso smiles when he thinks back to how sweet Naoya's blood is and matches it to the man's personality. He's not drank from enough people to appreciate how rare a flavor like that is in totality but he finds it to be delicious none the less.
Naoya sees the being staring, "Don't be weird, Cho.", he taunts while trying to lighten his sulking mood.
'What if she's messed up from this?', the Zenin questions about Elska when he views Shoko, 'What if they all are?'
He hopes not while maneuvering past Toji and by the door, "When can we go in there?"
Gojo senses that bonding is winding down now, "Give it a few more minutes and then we'll leave."
Satoru wants to ensure that they don't show up before Nanami has gained his sensibilities, since, if they do, it could send him into a frenzied state again. Satoru hides his discontent as he hones into their presences, discovering that it would seem they went an additional round…or maybe two?
When ugliness begins to fill his heart, Gojo apprehensively shakes his head and remembers that he's the one that hurt Nanami in the first place. Kento wouldn't be in that room on top of his love had he owned some minuscule form of discipline and not torn through them all in the forest that day. When he glances around the room to the others, he reads the trepidation over the unknown, all the what ifs.
Based off of the strange shit he's sensing, he too has many questions but some answers he hopes he never has to seek out. One is already poisoning his mind.
'My love and Nanamin didn't enjoy the ritual…right?'