Elska's eyes laggardly open where she stretches with a tiny grunt of satisfaction, trying her best to not disturb the others. She can hear Naoya's light snoring behind her causing a quick smirk to appear as she's always found it cute. While gazing at Toji's sleeping form, she reaches back for Naoya's hand to wrap back around her as she reminisces over the previous night.
Toji and Naoya put in some serious effort to sate her instinctual needs but they did it in a way that repelled the possibility of penetration. Initially, Elska was honestly edging towards frustration more than anything with the teasing but her turneds' determination ultimately granted her multiple highs.
She remembers raising her neck from the pillow to study her beloved as he devoured all of her arousal. What a sight. Toji never half-assed oral but last night, it was as if he was consumed with idea of consuming her. Every time his green eyes flashed up to her only to immediately glowed red, she'd melt into liquid with fears of becoming absorbed by the sheets.
A wonderful shiver courses through Elska's body as she lay between the resting men. She knows they refrained from full on sleeping with her because of the Getou incident, that they didn't want to push her and she appreciates the thought greatly but wishes she could clear the air.
In the moment, when Suguru lost his mind, yes, okay, she was apprehensive and unsure of what to do but she was caught between protecting her prince and calming the Titer down yet because of all of the complicated, unnecessary emotions she feels now, she froze. Elska sighs out loud, cryptically admitting that she's unsure of how that would have turned out had
Satoru not shown up and intervened.
Reaching her hand over to Toji, she glides her nails down his arm that lies near her, always having enjoyed using her fingertips to trace his scars, highlighting them as they define his past without words.
"You're such a caring man…", she whispers under her breath, wishing she could harvest the giant's sorrows and leave his soul unblemished.
Naoya grunts behind her so Elska assume she's awake but when she props up on her right elbow to look behind her, she discovers that his noise was a response to something else. Throwing a hand over her mouth to discourage laughter, she takes in how Satoru, on the other side of Naoya, has curled an arm over the blonde and is nestled into his back.
"Ohhh...Naoya would be so mad!", she snickers.
But that's when she notices Choso as well but he's near the edge of the bed sprawled out on his stomach. She finds the hybrid's fingers barely clasping onto the sheets by Gojo's legs and can't help but smile to how heartwarming this scene is. When her eyes fall to Naoya again, she mumbles, "My prince…", and leans down to gently kiss his temple while thinking back to his actions that combined with Toji's.
Naoya never bickered with Toji over hogging her but instead he groped and caressed every inch of her that wasn't preoccupied. The way he looked down to her, ghosting his lips over her own while observing the state they were putting her in made her feel so small and cornered, but she love sit. Every so often the blonde would trail his lips back down to her breasts and seize them with the combination of vigor and delicate aggression. When she became overly vocal though, he'd raise his head, smirk and gradually block her mouth with his own. He'd keep up this changing pace, which she appreciated because it was like a treat whenever he'd hover back to dominate with his kiss.
In current time, Elska leans down to kiss him once more and smiles into his skin. She remains this way while recalling how Naoya sunk his fangs into her neck as Toji brought her to the second orgasm. The tag-team action actually triggered two waves back-to-back which is when she figured they'd finally mount her but they kept their composure all for the sake of their cause.
"Stubborn men.", Elska giggles softly, not at all truly bothered because their care and the symbology behind their ways truly makes her feel like a princess. She reaches behind Naoya to pull the sheets over Gojo more, not wanting him to be cold in the cool morning air. Elska has to flick her wrist and using a whipping like motion for it to help blanket Choso as well. She hopes Satoru isn't completely naked because Naoya will have a conniption fit and it doesn't help that she was able to tell that Choso was completely nude before pulling the sheets up.
"What fine, stubborn men…", she expresses wholeheartedly while raking her eyes over them, basking in their heat. A wave of arousal courses through and she can feel the urge to sensually attack them arising, causing her to moan in place but the thought, 'Let them sleep for now…', soothes her back to sensibility and with that, she thoughtfully crawls her way out of the large bed.
Tiptoeing over to the dressers, Elska tries to silently scour through them, dying to wear something more becoming than a mere slip. She almost instantly spots the yellow Titer robes that Suguru grabbed for her and holds them up to her chest while a type of darkness crawls over her heart.
She knows something isn't right. There's a nagging pit in her stomach that informs her of the misery Suguru is currently experiencing. She wants to go see him soon, she needs to make him understand that not all is lost. Though she would find comfort in wearing the robes, Elska reluctantly tucks them back into the drawer and even goes as far as to bury them deeper beneath other things.
Her eyes catch on a matte midnight blue sundress that she remembers seeing in the closet at Naoya's estate. When she holds it up by the thin spaghetti straps, she laments to its wrinkles but decides it's not enough to deter her from donning it. Pushing her slip off and onto the floor, she steps one foot at a time into the dress. After fidgeting with it for a moment, she's brushing her hands vertically down to help smooth the material and discovers she loves the dress far more than she thought she would.
The V that drapes down her breasts allow for comfortable exposure but the V doesn't dip low enough to feel like it's too much or that she'll slip out of it. The ruffle-like ends that lie above her knees, twirl with her to give a dramatic effect that expands outward.
"This is soooo pretty!", she states to herself, admiring the red and pink cherry blossoms that cascade diagonally down the left front and side. It makes her want to actually do her make up because of how short-sold she feels she leaves the dress without effort to match it.
Walking to the bathroom, she quietly shuts the door and rummages for her basic beauty supplies but can only find her mascara and natural-shaded eye shadow.
"It's better than nothing I guess…", she surmises as she uses a pinkie to dab the shimmery nude color to entirety of her eyelid but then uses her other pinkie to apply the bark brown in the crease forming her lid. After smudging it the best she can, Elska unscrews the mascara and inches towards the mirror. She would've at least liked to curl them first but moving always leads items being scattered about.
After two layers, Elska closes it back up and lays the product on the sink to brush her hair.
"How can they stand to look at me like this?", she chuckles out with wide eyes, thinking her turneds' transformation must come at the cost of their vision. Encouraged to do better, Elska does something she hardly ever does and French braids her hair to collect the bundle on her left shoulder, hoping this added to the rouse of looking more put together, "I need to thank Nobara for teaching me this…"
Elska's read about women of this world from earlier periods in history and how they'd strive every single day to doll up hours before their husbands would wake. Other cultures would require absolute coverage of women as to not expose the husband's property. Some older practices that survive to this day propose giant clay plates that stretch soft tissues like lips or ears, ultimately leading to perceived value of the wife...but Elska learned that this tradition may have more to do with money than beauty as the size of the plate also correlates with how much her father receives when she's married off.
"Hmm…", she fine tunes her hair and face, "All of these different ways to show dedication..."
Elska cannot comfortably discern how she feels about these traditions but none the less, it has her stuck on a specific idea as she leaves the bathroom.
"Me? A housewife?" she could almost howl at the absurdity because of her calling; what she's supposed to do. But the prospect of desiring such simplicity rests deeply within her heart however, wanting to be nothing more or less than a loving wife to her turned, "I wouldn't even have to cook for them all, I could just offer myself!" But then she mumbles, 'Actually, we may have to carve our own path out...'
Exiting into the room,Elska takes a deep breath while watching them all sleep. They've been nothing but good to her and have all seemingly adjusted to her lifestyle and ways, even before they bonded. Her sweet side dotes on this because of how special they really are, how each one of them is unique in their own way. They bring these insane feelings of peace and warmth that simultaneously fuels the ever-growing depravity which sounds bad but this enables her two sides to mingle instead of battling.
Elska sighs once more.
She would gleefully rip every single human limb from limb and paint the planet with their spilling essence for her turned. She would tear the throats out of any shaman that will stand in their way. She will mercilessly destroy everything if she has to.
Everyone.
Everything.
These bleak but heartfelt thoughts uplift the mood as she shuts the bedroom door behind her to explore the new home, entering the long dark red hall that leads to her an open kitchen area but it's mostly unfinished. Elska's making note of how little dust there is with appreciate until her eyes fix to a fancy coffee pot that stands in the middle of the counter with a note beside it.
"This is for you, my love. Choso and I went to the store and picked up a few necessities. I already ran the cleaning cycle!
Your Sweet Sati"
Elska rests against the fridge, wanting to squeal with how caring Gojo is and wastes no time in setting up the coffee maker to brew. The smell as it begins to trickle into the pot makes her feel like this might be the best day ever since she can't remember the last time she felt so rejuvenated. While listening to the hissing and moans from the machine, she glances across from where she is and sees that large three-walled room she assumes to be the living area. Without thinking, she rests her hand over her womb and continues to picture different scenarios of her and her turned living there. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Shoko entering until she was fully visible.
"Hey, good morning…", Ieiri smiles kindly to Elska and then to the coffee. "I definitely need a cup, it was a long night.".
Elska frowns, "Was the room uncomfortable?", mentally scavenging any and all causes that would make it difficult to sleep in there.
"It just wasn't one of our beds…", Shoko sighs, "…and I couldn't sleep even if it was because of everything that's going to happen today."
Elska slightly tilts her face downward, knowing that Shoko is referring to Nanami's awakening and genuinely hopes to avoid the physical bonding for her friend's sake.
"I will do my best to make sure this works.", she offers Ieiri with a calloused disdain of confidence. Elska now twists her body back towards the counters, searching for cups. She finds a few but decides to rinse them in the sink because of the fine layer of sawdust circulating this portion of the building.
"That Naoya Zenin really cares about you having the finer life.", Shoko giggles to Elska, trying to lighten her mood since it was dampened by the reference to Nanami. "I never would have pegged him as your type either."
Elska cackles, "You're right actually!", she turns around, setting the cups near the maker, "He really isn't…", but that matters as much now as it has this whole time though.
Elska is incapable of seeing any flaws in her in prince even if he's not what she imagined she'd fall for.
"On the other hand though, Shoko, I could totally tell you were into Nanami though. Both of you actually were oddly obvious in the most secretive way and both of you were so shy about it for so long!" Elska pours Shoko a cup and passes it to her before proceeding, "You should've seen him the night Sati called you from his phone."
Shoko's mind began wandering to how weird it is to witness a pregnant woman drinking coffee, considering it's usually dangerous for humans but then her eyes light up, "What do you mean? What did I miss!?", on the edge of her seat to hear this juicy detail.
Elska lifts her piping hot cup to her face, "Well...Sati kind of forced his hand and dialed your number. He knew Nanami would follow through with the call but I guess was tired of watching you two flounder." She laughs to the reddening of Ieiri's face and adds, "I've never seen Nanami so nervous! I didn't even know he was capable of being like that!"
"Oh, how I would've loved to have seen it…", Shoko giggles into the cup's rim, beside herself with the imagery described. She wants to be moved by the entire scenario but is forced to recall how she was actually under distress at the time, being held captive by Sachiko and the Titers. There were so many instances where that hopeless situation would have her fantasizing about Kento saving her in some world she assumed didn't exist, how but never actually expected it to happen.
Elska heavily sighs, wanting to escape this conversation due to its sensitivity but lowers her head, "Shoko…there's some things I need to discuss with you about the ritual. I don't want you being blindsided or unprepared in any way."
Ieiri's smile fades as a serious expression takes over, "Well shit, I'm all ears sweetie."
Elska backs into the counter to help support the massive weight on her shoulders, "If we succeed in Nanami engaging in the bonding with you, he…he might not be like the man you know. The turned are essentially starved during their synthesis so they tend to become extremely aggressive once waking." She pauses for a second and offers sympathetic eyes, "Nanami might hurt you, Shoko. It's actually very likely that he will."
Ieiri was waiting for that bomb to drop but hearing it didn't help blockade her imagination running wild with images of Kento brutally attacking her. Shoko shakes her head and timidly asks, "They always go back to normal afterwards right? This is something that's given repeated and consecutive results with each man possessing a multitude of different variables that could have influenced their situations…", she takes a deep breath, "But they have ALL returned to themselves afterwards. This is correct, right?"
Elska nods, wishing there were a way she could offer Ieiri more comfort but there's really no way to help with what the receiver experiences from a frenzied turned. Comprehending that supporting the patterns about the other turned will help ease Shoko, Elska continues, "Yes. Every single one of my turned became themselves again after the bonding and feeding. Naoya was actually more himself than frenzied, if that makes you feel better...but then you have Sati who…", Elska doesn't finish her sentence, finding herself to be a little too insensitive or socially incapable at times. Speaking about Gojo's rampage is still hard for everyone. It was terrifying to be his target, to feel his wrath and unimaginable strength. It's also exactly why Nanami is where he is right now.
Swallowing down doubt, Shoko relays, "Kento's a pretty logical guy normally so I'd like to think he would return to normal quickly…", but realizes that she's been pulling a frayed string from her shirt and settles her hand.
"I'll be nearby so after he finishes that part, I'll come in and feed him. It'll be a quick exchange and then Choso will also be here to help heal you.", but Elska felt heartless insinuating that Shoko might get roughed up enough to not even be able to tend to her own wounds but pushing that aside, she looks back over at Ieiri.
"This is going to sound very strange Shoko but I've found through experience that if you surrender yourself to them, things go a little smoother and faster. Also, I'd wear something that you don't much care for if you choose to wear anything at all. He will probably shred it."
Elska turns her head away, worried about how this could have seriously negative consequences on Shoko and Nanami's relationship. Elska received the ancient explanation after bonding with Toji so it all makes sense to her because of that but Shoko isn't the same being with that same inherent guidance and this situation will be a lot to process.
Thankfully, Elska is able to gauge that Shoko trusts her enough to hear her out and be open-minded but she's haunted by this possibly being too much for Shoko to bear. She knows Ieiri is tough, but asking her to accept sexual violence and not fight back against the man she loves who's inflicting it is rather cruel. It's fucking terrifying. They both know the only other alternative however which is why they don't dare to stray from what they've concocted.
A cold sweat crosses over Shoko's body as she considers how dangerous this plan actually is.
'You're a woman of science, Ieiri. You know it has a dark side…', she tells herself, psychologically prepping for this daunting task, 'You love Kento. You would do anything for him and bitch, this counts as anything.' Shoko eases more into her chair, "I understand that you're doing your best to let me know this is going to be ugly, Elska...and I appreciate it. I can't say that I'm not scared because honestly, I am, but..."
Elska leaves Shoko to her mind for a moment and orients herself back to face the counters. Her heart weighs heavily with anxiety over Nanami, 'Please, let the plan work…', begging whatever higher powers there are to have mercy. Feeling someone behind her, Elska goes to turn around but before she can she's greeted with strong arms steadying her movement.
"Good morning. my love…", Satoru warped from the bedroom and is currently, landing his lips against her cheek. "Is the coffee good?"
Ieiri averts her eyes with annoyance, "Satoru, couldn't you at least have put on some pants?", not caring to take in this much of her close friend, "I'm going to tell Kento that you tried to flash me."
"Hey now! You're lucky I even put on the briefs!", the silver shaman titters while running his hands down the waist of Elska's dress, "And please do not say that to him, I already owe him the fucking world right now. I don't think even I could afford the moon as well.", his tone rivaling guilt and self-loathing.
"He loves you like a brother Satoru, don't forget that.", but when Gojo shows more of his profile and blankly stares into the counters, she adds, "Whatever happens, Kento will never hate you, you don't give him enough credit. He's intelligent enough to know that he was outmatched when going after you but because he loves you, he had to do something."
Gojo's entire expression momentarily collapses, "But what if he does hate me, Shoko? My love may have turned him but that only happened because I practically killed him…", Gojo hugs Elska a little closer, "I couldn't even blame him if he does..."
Ieiri perks up, "Well, you're going to have to ask him yourself Satoru. Keep your chin up until then at least. He won't know how to respond to you if you're all depressed, that shit gives everyone the creeps because you're such a wild card!" She's certain that Kento will not be angry with Gojo but understands why the shaman is so apprehensive. It was pretty terrible.
"Okay…", Satoru submits to Shoko's request while looking down and picking up on Elska's mascara and usually cute apparel, changing his tone, "I really like what you've done with yourself today…", warning into her ear, "Very pretty, love."
Tickled by his breath, Elska squirms against the counter to escape the sensations but fails as he merely rotates her to turn to face him completely. She playfully pinches his chest, "The coffee is wonderful Sati…", and then adds, "And thank Naoya! This is one that he picked out."
Gojo steps back, raising one of Elska's arms overhead for her to twirl in place, "Well, he did a good job then! I learned more about his fashionable prestige yesterday.", he snatches her hips and pulls her against him.
Shoko clears her throat and stands straight to her feet with her cup, feeling incredibly awkward even though she's rather used to Gojo's carelessness over privacy. She does smile into her beverage however because she knows that its highly possible that she'll have Kento back before the day ends.
While staring down at Elska, Gojo reassures, "Shoko, I know this awakening thing is scary but I have no doubt that Nanamin will still love you…just like he has for all these years." He now looks over to Ieiri while embracing Elska, "And think about it, Nanamin is definitely more of a boob guy anyways. My love is not a threat."
Elska balls up one of her fists and checks him in the kidney. It wasn't hard but she wanted him to outwardly apologize for making fun of her physique, though she laughed right along with them.
"You have a problem with my itty bitties, Sati?", she taunts knowing well enough that they're not an issue at all.
Ignited by her challenge Gojo bites his lip into a wide grin, showing his formed fangs right before ducking his head down. Without any warning, he pierces Elska right around the breast and catches her startled body when her legs collapse beneath her. With his thoughts he tells her, 'Love? I am not a boob guy, I'm more specifically into wicked half-curse girls who have the same taste for destruction as I do. Me and Nanamin? Not the same!'
Hearing his name name dressed in Elska's voice echoes through his mind, making him whimper as he savors her spring flavor. Satoru can taste her eagerness, her increasing arousal and it rolls across his tongue like a chocolate dessert syrup sending delicious signals to every taste bud in the region.
Elska anxiously darts eyes over to Shoko, trying her best not to moan into a mess while her poor friend is standing there. Luckily, Gojo lifts his head and closes the wounds but frowns to the staining of the beautiful Zenin-inspired dress.
Elska looks down, sighing but is able to see the bright side. "Well red is a theme on this so perhaps it doesn't even look that bad!"
Shoko can tell Elska was trying to save her the embarrassment of watching them go at it but in her own friendly gesture, she turns to walk back to where Nanami is.
"Hey wait!", Elska reaches out a hand as if would stretch across the room.
"Ieiri pokes her head from behind the wall, "You two clearly need some alone time.", snickering to Gojo's appreciative grin, "I'll come back in a bit!"
Truthfully, Ieiri isn't bothered at all and hopes she was able to convey that properly and figured she may as well take the advice given and is about to fix her clothes to be something easily worked around.
Once Satoru hears the door close, he leans into Elska's ear, "She's right, you know...", instantly seizing the opportunity by planting his lips to hers and hoisting her up to sit on the counter.
Staging himself between Elska's legs, he lifts a hand to cup her cheek, "I do need you to myself right now.", and sends his tongue into her mouth. Their muffled moans create a soundtrack of their love as his frisky hands grope her like he's been out of town for months on end, asking, "Are you going to let me have a piece of this pie?"
Elska's brow furrows to the need radiating off Gojo. She pulls him in and wraps her legs tightly around his waist. Satoru growls wantonly and snatches her closer to the edge of the counter, tilting Elska back a bit and supporting with his arm.
"My love?", he asks in a seductive tone and when her batting lashes lead to her flustered eyes, Satoru leans in closer and pulls down the waist of his pants to expose himself.
Elska thought that maybe he would've gotten right down to it after seeing how hard he is but to her surprise, Gojo merely rests it against her inner thigh while teasing the fabric of her panties with his digits. She hears, "You didn't answer me.", and receives a light smack on her leg. After a whimpered moan, Elska alluringly glares up to her sweet Sati and demonstrates that she's feeling a little bratty.
Gojo grabs Elska by the back of the neck to hold her still and sends two fingers past her panties.
"So you don't want to play nice, huh?", he summons while probing. He swears to seeing sparks in her eyes, exciting him even more since she's practically requesting that he have his way. He closes the distance between them with a lude kiss while he rubs his thumb into her bundle of nerves, "Since you've forgotten how to speak, I think you're wet enough already love, don't you?", snickering as he brushes the straps to the dress away from her shoulders but all he receives from Elska is an expression that makes him want to ruin the mascara she took the effort to wear. It was such a devious look that Gojo feels compelled to tame her all over again. He will never get tired of this.
Elska gasps when he directs his tip towards her core and tries to reel him in with her legs again but he grabs her knees and opens the limbs apart. The way his eyes seductively glare down upon her is so threatening; the thrill of his gaze alone being enough to get her going.
"You're in a rush for me love? No need for that…", Gojo taunts while slowly thrusting his hips to tease against her dampened panties. Grabbing his base, he pushes his tip past her entrance but only so far because of the blocking underwear. Satoru tuts quietly when he catches the impatience flashing over Elska's face, knowing how he operates.
Feeling generous, he swipes over the fabric and sinks himself into her, stretching every inch of the way. The manner in which Elska cries in response give Gojo chills, the sound so inviting to him as it speaks a story of how he strokes into his love.
And to think he was actually planning on behaving himself today, that is, until she corrected his assumptions about her mood with such submission. Now, Gojo wants to rut into every single orifice while in this kitchen. He wants to fuck all of her anxieties away and give her the gift of pleasure in these uncertain times; to completely own this moment of solidarity with her while it lasts.
Elska feels his intensity and allows herself to become a little more malleable since she's successfully awakened the true man within. He lays her down on her back now and pulls on her legs so that her hips slide off the edge where she feels parts of his arm secure around her waist, lifting and dragging her lower half in tandem to his own movements. Eventually she's gripping to the lip of the counter in order to keep from falling off but Gojo seems to enjoy how she struggles. He makes her feel so full and even the tiniest bit of humiliated as he shamelessly moans out his gratification.
'Can Shoko hear us?!', she wonders, thinking that there must be a way to shut him up or at least quiet him down.
Satoru groans when she sits up and forces him into a kiss. He slows his thrusts but engages them even deeper as he maneuvers her dangling legs to the best angle to accept him while playing along with her distraction for a while, enjoying the way they envelope into each other. He's becoming annoyed with this counter though as well and doesn't want her to be uncomfortable so he brings her to the floor.
Elska stands as her dress collapses down her body but the straps catch by her elbows. While looking up to him and his hazardous gaze, she rolls the hem of the dress up with her fingers to display the easy access. When he seems to be waiting for a que, or thinking about something, she tilts her head wonders if he's even present.
"Sati?", she reaches out which causes him to snap back to the current situation, "Are you alright?"
Gojo blinks with disbelief as he begins to understand that he lost himself in a rare moment of fear. He may be a rambunctious man but her acceptance of him and his true self has never ceased to amaze him. Elska is everything to him and while studying her a few seconds ago, his heart felt pierced at the thought of the King succeeding in taking her back. It was almost as if he was stabbed through the chest but the pain he experienced made him contemplate on how devastating it would be if anything happened to her.
His love.
It was such a random moment of reality that he couldn't bounce back from it as easily as he typically would.
"Yeah love...I'm alright…"
But when Elska's eyes point down to his groin, causing his to follow, he's made to gasp out lout at how he's become soft.
Startled, Elska pulls him into an embrace and runs a hand through his hair, "Sati, talk to me. What's wrong?" This has never happened before and she's never really known him to let something bother him this much, "What's going on with you?"
"I'm okay love. My mind clouded for a sec but I'm fine.", Gojo holds her there, half rotting from the effects of his qualms until he feels her massaging his testicles where he hums in a husky manner until she breaks away from his hug to lower down to her knees.
He knows that she knows sex always makes him feel better. It's comforting to him to be connected, to in real time witness how he affects. Gojo bites his lip when she licks up his shaft and then teases his tip into her mouth. He smirks when his member instantly throbs into its fighting stance but let's Elska continue her salacious baiting.
"Fuuuck…", he groans out when she finally takes him down her throat and his hands find their way to her head, his appreciation for her hair already being tied back appearing as he rocks his hips. Gojo loves the way she gags and how that doesn't seem to change her strategy.
"Suck it, love…", his voice almost a whine towards the end as he bobs her over his girth. "So fucking good…", he praises while holding her head down, taking in her natural noises that result. When he releases her, she falls to the side but he catches her and helps wipe the bit of makeup that's begun to smear, thinking, 'I fucking love you…', and abruptly spins her around to bend her over the counter.
Elska raises her dress once more but Satoru brazenly stuffs it under her stomach and binds her wrists behind her back with his right hand and arches her back to be pretty before him. He prods at her second entrance but he tricks her and slides down and into her core, anchoring himself in completely with his hips pressing her into the counter. She yelps out but its all in bliss and he must have known because he's soon slapping her across the ass.
"If you want me to do that, you're going to have to cum for me first love.", he scolds out as he suffers her internal movements while warming within her. Washing his hands over her rear, he grips and spreads it, nudging his hips to experience her suction. Elska whines out his name as if to protest his traitorously slow speed but he thrusts one good time which has he crying out nothing coherent.
"You heard me.", he warns as he pounds into her, eyes fixated on how her body takes his impacts. He wraps an arm around to her face and shoves two fingers into her mouth, "I do want you to feel good though…", he hums while she obediently coats them. He gags her and whimpers loudly into her ear, "I know what you want…but you'll take what I give."
Elska heaves in air when he removes his hand and pins her against the counter with his weight again. She feels those same fingers massaging into her second entrance, and widens her legs a little, "Please, Sati…", she begs in case that's what he was wanting, hoping that he would finish ravishing her.
"Anything for you, love…", he coos as he slips his fingers down to the second knuckle. She squirms a bit so he thrusts his hips into her a few times but ultimately keeps her trapped as he slowly pistons his fingers while his length jumps inside of her walls. He thinks about how nice it would be to have a toy to replace his fingers with so he could fill both her holes with something worthwhile at once but that's when his mind takes to the old tales of Sukuna's true form and chuckles to how that guy has it all.
Even with going slow, Satoru's affinity to Elska's willingness to bend to him has him more excited than he intended to get. He really wants to fuck her every way possible like she's hoping but he doesn't know if he'll last while trying to open her up.
"Love…", he sweetly calls to her, releasing her wrists but still pressing so deeply into her that she's stuck in place against the counter.
Elska uses her rear to buck back into him, causing him to stumble a couple of steps backward. Before he even has a chance to question what's happening, she crashes her body into his and backs him into the table.
"Are you denying me, Sati?", she asks in the lowly tone that makes him shiver into a grin, "Because I said please.", but winks and drops back down to the floor, raised on her knees again while swallowing him down.
"Gahh…", he can't even hide his sounds after she's cycling her head over him, forcing him to pleasantly sigh into the air more, "You're not helping love…"
Gojo grabs her head, "Look at me.", he demands while he's still stuffed past her lips. "It'll be two pumps and done. You just feel too good to me!", he cackles to her watering eyes. He groans and regrets his previous words when her full mouth drools around him, "But I guess it'll have to be enough, won't it?"
He grabs her arm after backing out and throws her over the table, immediately pushing himself through her rear as he uses his right leg to close hers together.
"So fucking hot…", he states against her heated cries, enamored by how much she's come to love this. Leaning over the table, entering her completely he nestles up to her ear and asks,
"Why don't you tell me how much you love being nasty?", his hips jerking to his own sensitivity and to how pleasurable this act is. She mewls out that she loves it when he takes her like this and it throws him into a spiral.
Gojo knows he's not going to be able to fuck her senseless like he may have insinuated but he does dedicate everything he is into rutting through her for longer than expected. The sweat gathers along his skin as he stares into the way they're connected. "I will never lose you…", he pants out, "I don't give a…", he's so close, "fuck about what that cunt thinks he can do."
Elska is actually experiencing an orgasm and doesn't know who Satoru is talking about but his confession combined with his passion for this kind of sexual play makes her convulse and orgasm harder and doesn't let up either while she's spasming. She feels his testicles slapping into her slick, continuing the mess she's already made but the beautiful way in which he uses his body to wreck her own leaves her taking every single thing he throws at her.
Gojo doesn't realize that she had her release until after the fact because he was so caught up in his thoughts about the King.
"I want him to suffer us together love. I will have you before him.", Gojo's nearly yelling out his bliss by this point through wild moans but grabs her by the throat and pulls her backwards. Still ramming her with unexpected stamina, he licks up neck to her ear where he bated breath releases the sweetest sounds until the scentcrashes against his being.
"Let me...", he whimpers while huffing up the scent, "Fuck you in front of him. He is not your king…I am."
Elska experiences a rush of genuine love course through her when the words leave his lips. She calls out his name and says he's right, which leads to her being flipped onto her back. He slips back inside of her and gazes down to her while his end nears. The wildly serious expression he wears as he unravels makes her tremble but she knows it's true. The only one that can rule her is Satoru Gojo.
He informs her that he's about to finish so she prepares to feel the proof within her but he pulls out of her and aims his contents to her mound instead.
Satoru blows his load all over that second favorite smile of his, wanting to collapse to the floor for how much he adores seeing her lathered in his DNA.
"I can't wait to show that shit stain how happy you are when I'm with you…"
With this last unexplained sentence, he leans down and desperately locks his lips to hers, accosting her tongue with his own.
Elska wraps her arms around his neck, trying to catch her breath whenever she can, panting, "You...are my…king…", against him as she ignores the slimy presentation their love has left on her dripping womanhood.
"Fuck…love…", Gojo cackles into her bunched up dress, "To think I was going to go easy on you…"
Elska breathlessly titters, "My sweet Sati, there will be times for that but I could tell something was bothering you. You needed to unwind."
She feels him depress slightly but it was so controlled that she wonders if he'll even admit to it so instead, she asks, "Were you talking about the King?"
Gojo nuzzles his face between her breasts, tenderly kissing them through the battered dress, "I was."
He lifts his head to view her and discovers that she seems rather anxious about that statement.
"Love, do you remember him at all?", Gojo asks this like a regular question but in truth, her regaining any kind of affection for her previous fiancé would be like a stake through the heart. He knows it's a possibility too if she recovers all the memories he stole from her.
"A little…I think...", she admits, "…and mostly from what Suguru and I were shown when going through the first stage." She notices Satoru's eyes darken so she assures, "We saw the way I was turned, how there were two royals involved in the process." She sees the disdain plastered across his face, "It wasn't a very good memory but it at least gave me some clarification. I couldn't see his face though, nor his brother's...they were...blurred, but it seemed like everyone there had black wings."
Gojo searches her eyes for any indication that she might be hiding things from him but he understands that she's being truthful so finally, a huge rush of relief embodies him.
'Still...she...'
While Elska continues elucidating further, Satoru drifts off to memories of his own where she'd cry for the King for days at a time at first. The earliest portion of her captivity was definitely the hardest because as wicked as Satoru was even then, he didn't like taking her while she sobbed. He's monitored her as best he could since the Titer compound, losing his fucking mind at the thought of her recalling everything. He can't handle that. It's one of the biggest reasons he was against her getting close to Suguru originally in the first place. Gojo does not want to risk all of her past coming back, and for pretty good reasons.
Elska sees that she's lost him again and huffs, "Sati, am I boring you?"
Gojo postures himself up but eyes her in a way that said hold on.
He wets some paper towels and goes back to her to clean up his art. "You never bore me my love.", he simply retorts while thoroughly wiping away his evidence, "I just have a lot on my mind."
Elska raises an eyebrow but focuses on his thoughts. She should be troubled by some of the phrases like "I did not treat her well" and "And that one time where I hit her…", but there's no bringing her to hate him and it suddenly makes sense to her what's got him so out of whack.
After he returns from throwing away the paper towels, he offers a hand to help her stand.
"Sati?", she asks while curiously looking up to him. "Do you think I would stop loving you if I learned about what I've forgotten? I thought we already settled this a long time ago…"
Satoru holds his tongue, looking down at her but then his glossy eyes dart away, "Love…", he takes a deep breath, "Elska…"
An uncomfortable silence crosses them but he sees her patiently waiting, "Yes, I do. I was really fucked up back then. I didn't consider or regard others at all."
Elska catches his cheeks, cradling it as he lifts his hand to overlap it, "I know enough to understand who you were, Sati but does it mean nothing to you that I am still here? I imagine I wasn't the most docile prisoner either."
Gojo can't help but chuckle through his onset of emotion, "You really weren't…", but rolls his shoulders back, and frowns, "All you wanted to do was go home."
He used to hear her pleas in his sleep, like nightmares. A constant reminder that the woman who captured his interest would have nothing to do with him.
'Bengill, Bengill, Bengill', he used to mock and curse that name internally as well as out to her.
He's heard the cunt's name so many times, he swore to never speak it again and he never has. Satoru refuses to. He needed Elska to learn that the pathetic winged fuck wasn't coming so save her, that she was his now.
He was never going to let her go.
"Sati…", her voice reaches him, its gentleness sending him into slight muddle. "You are my home now. You, Toji, Naoya and everyone else…you all mean the world to me and I will fight for and with you no matter what."
It does help mend his sorrows a little, her words of devotion but he's afraid to mention the true root of it all though he knows this is a better time than ever to hear her reassurance.
"You were in love with him. You were going to...marry him…", he sighs greatly, "The only reason you're not with him right now is because I abducted you against your will."
Elska can't believe her eyes, 'This must be pretty serious if he's acting this way…', she tells herself. Raising her left arm to his eye level, she rotates her wrist and shows him the back of her hand.
"I believe this ring shows where my heart and loyalties lie, Sati. I've already accepted what you've done and there's nothing you could do that would make me hate you or love you any less!" It doesn't seem to bring him any comfort but she's not giving up, "How are you going to come in here, give me an orgasm and then try to make me cry?!"
Gojo can't even tell is Elska's being serious or not so his response is with caution, "I don't want to make you cry ever again, love. I was utterly ridiculous for doing so before."
"Right there!", she points to his chest, "That is what we call personal growth, Sati. It means you become a better individual after learning from mistakes."
He snickers reluctantly but it's enough to lessen her tension, "What do I have to do to make you understand that I love you no matter what?"
Gojo allows her efforts to soothe his soul. She really is perfect for him.
"Well…", he jokingly sounds it out, "You could let me record more of our sessions…"
Elska playfully slaps his arm but is glad he's making wise cracks again, "Do you still have the first one?"
"Of course, I do.", Gojo proudly folds his arms, "And I can't wait to watch it either!"
They both laugh but become quiet when someone exits their room down the hall. Satoru watches Elska try to look less disheveled and helps rearrange her hair, knowing she probably wants to appear like they didn't just go at it. The footsteps stop for a moment but then the sound of a phone unlocking can be heard, drawing their eyes in that direction with anticipation.
Elska's about to walk over to see what the deal is but before she takes her first step, her own moans can be heard playing in the hall. Snapping her head back, she witnesses Gojo frantically check his phone out of the corner of her eyes but that's when Choso appears, still half asleep and only in sweatpants. When Elska calls out to him though he jumps and drops his phone.
"I-I didn't know you two were out here!", Choso scurries to grab his phone and silence the sinful video playing but it feels like a lifetime passes before he's finally able to exit out of the screen. He knows his face is bright red, embarrassed about what she would think if she knew he reviewed it often.
"Okay...how the fuck do you have that?", is all Gojo asks, rather amused by the timing in which this all occurred.
Choso confesses, "I sent it to my phone from yours afterwards…", he slides the damning device into his pocket, "You should have my number in your contacts now too. Now we can...um...coordinate better...and stuff..."
Elska catches on to how Choso is shutting down so she walks over to him and kisses his cheek.
"Don't worry my hybrid, I'm not bothered at all."
When he meekly looks to her, she hugs him and whispers, "Maybe we should make one too. A special one just for you."
Choso can't even mask his excitement to that proposition, "Can we really?!"
His widened eyes dart over to Gojo as if he needed the shaman's blessing but the silver shaman shrugs his shoulders and says, "I'll film it love."
The being is instantly thrown into the mood and it shows through his glowing eyes, "Right now, Master?", he innocently asks.
"I just went to town on her so maybe not just yet.", when Choso visibly pouts, Satoru adds, "Plus don't we have an important mission this morning?"
Elska chirps up, "But I promised we'd cuddle!", looking at her hybrid, "Do I have to postpone our date now Choso?"
The being giggles, comprehending that she's purposefully being silly, "Trust me Elska, I was looking forward to it.", he broods in Gojo's direction, "But I think what we have to do is far more important."
Elska turns to view them both, "Are either of you going to enlighten me?", folding her arms to their cryptic words, "Because I need you here Choso. If Nanami hurts Shoko when he wakes up, I want all the help we can get. And if he goes after her maliciously, I'll need to focus on taking over."
Satoru belts out a sigh, "Shit. You're right…" He looks over to Choso, "We'll go after that then. I don't want to be gone when it happens in case I'm needed."
Choso, even happier now that he doesn't have to leave, approaches Elska from behind. He loves holding her and being held by her, its actually his favorite. His hands find their way around her though and his brow furrows to the slight remainder of the scent that lingers along her skin.
"Master…", he whispers to her.
Gojo claps his hands together once and says, "Give me your phone.", to which the hybrid hastily fishes for and unlocks it before handing it over.
"How will I ever get to drink my coffee?", Elska breathlessly asks as Satoru steadies the phone on them. "My hybrid?", she calls out to him as his hands travel her endlessly. "Yes?", he attentively responds. Elska bumps her rear into him but proceeds to inquire, "What would you want me to do in this video?", feeling his excitement peak.
Choso suddenly retreats into shyness as he mauls over the possibilities. She turns around to face him which makes him fully notice the pretty dress, "Could you wear one of those lace things?", his tone not as manly as he was aiming for.
"I like this idea already.", Gojo zooms in on Elska's breasts and asks the non-existing audience, "Wouldn't that be a lovely sight?", chuckling to his own commentary.
"I can do that…", she traces a fingertip from Choso's jawline, down to his chest, "What else do you want?"
Choso swallows down air as if he's afraid to be made fun of, "Could…um…", he hesitates, "Can we both have our wings out too?"
Elska can't help but chuckle, "Mine are really dangerous, even to you guys. I don't know if that's a good idea.", but then she watches the genuine smile birth across Choso's face and becomes perplexed.
"But I think you're the prettiest when you're yourself though…", Choso seals this statement with a kiss.
Gojo lowers the phone since nothing hardcore is happening and allows his mind to recall her wings and cannot help but agree. He's especially honored because of how his white of his feathers took over even her own original metal shade, "I vote yay on this. The wings are hot my love."
Elska blushes, "Okay fine, we'll try it but the moment I hurt you, we stop. Got it?"
She takes in Choso's appreciative nod and wonders how such an ominous life force could request this of her so bashfully. Walking over to the counter to pour a fresher cup of coffee, Elska's her fingers near it but then curl as a violent burst of energy resounds from the far end of the hall.
"NO! Already?!", Elska screams, dashing towards the room where Shoko and Nanami are, "SATI!!! WE HAVE TO HURRY!"
She hears Ieiri shouting "KENTO!", but then there's a loud crash that causes Elska to belt out a sharp, frightful cry as she imagines the worst.
Nanami has risen.