9 Minutes

It's 11:49pm and Elska's far more nervous than she originally thought she would be. Only 11 minutes left until they embark on Satoru's rescue mission which must be an absolute success. 

Toji and Itadori are going over their placement strategies that would become relevant after presumably, Naoya, is preoccupied. They can't definitively say who she'll encounter first but it would be best if it were him so he could direct her to Gojo. The subsequent established connection in the portal would boost the efficiency of Choso's technique by utilizing the traces of Elska's energy which he could then move Toji and Itadori through without much effort. Otherwise, Choso would have to place them separately behind her in a different one that would require recreation or re-threading rather, to the links that establish viability in his shadow realm.

The gateway she'll enter into will remain open. The threads embedded within the path she takes will trace her energy and root, only becoming passable again roughly 9 minutes afterwards. She still doesn't fully understand how it works but can respect that it seems to consume massive amounts of power and takes time to cast correctly. Toji informed her that usually the technique isn't so limited but since stealth is the goal and Yuuji and Elska are unique, sending them like this is the best method.

'Nanami said it himself, the plan is simple and now perfect!', Elska redirects her anxiety as she's pulling down her shaman skirt, trying to make sure her thigh highs remain looking like tights. She really hasn't had any time to replace leg wear so she has to make do but admittedly does feels a little awkward with this look. While in the midst of her adjustments, her mind wanders to into anxiety once picturing her reunion with Gojo, causing Elska to freeze while bent forward. The faintest aggregation of tears begin to accumulate and blur the floor; gravity not helping even as she wishes to hide her face.

'Am I really going to be able to bring Sati home?'

She wants nothing more.

The ability to move resurrects once feeling Toji's hand on the small of her back. His expression is kind, patient even but Elska's eye's drift to the side with rivaling emotions; knowing that no matter what happens the end of this mission will bring calamity. 

'What about Toji?'

"Look Doll, if anything goes wrong in there you fucking run for survival. The kid and I will be there no later than 9 minutes after…", he's placing a kiss on top of her head, breathing in her natural aroma.

Elska closes her eyes and allows Toji's comforting to resonate the best it can. It was never explored before because of her devotion to Satoru but there's something about being with Toji that feels unusually natural. She can't explain what draws her in, what it is that soothes her and offers genuine security but has chalked it up to their shared time these past three months; though that doesn't really cover it.

"Tear as many of those talisman off of him as you can, if you can." He's brings her into his broad chest and shares a moment of vulnerability with her that he wishes could've been left to their existence alone. The hand that guided her head still rests on it as if he's truly terrified to let go and he is.

'Toji really has changed.', Megumi notes as he's standing near the jogging-in-place Itadori while the vessel hypes himself up for the prospective battle. Toji has always been so detached even to Megumi, his own son. The younger Fushiguro noticed a new air about the giant though in the most recent months. Toji has become more involved with Elska and the Academy, with him too. He's even made time to take Megumi out to eat on a few occasions though they've been filled with awkward shop talk. 'Is Toji under the impression that I still don't know who he is?', slighted, Megumi leaves that delicate subject matter for a later date, hoping to acknowledged.

'9 minutes.', Elska rehearses to herself while the weight of the situation becomes fully prominent. 'It's just 9 minutes…that's all! I can do this. No, I have to do this.', for the severity meanings nothing. Even if Satoru wretched at the sight of his sullied love, Elska will do whatever is necessary to free him.

'Sati...'

It's 11:58 and Toji is now releasing Elska to guide her towards the spot where the opening will appear. He sighs, "This is it doll...", with his hand griping the base of her shaman jacket as he feels Choso's energy gradually beginning to gather. He's looks down to the right to view her but she's staring straight ahead as if her scowl alone could kill the enemy.

Toji has a really bad feeling about this though. He trusts her capability although most of his body is screaming that he needs to protect her, not allow her to roam the lion's den unaccompanied. How the fuck is he going to turn this around if shit hits the fan? Is he supposed to rely on Itadori? And what if Sukuna comes out? What the fuck then? Sukuna is a complete variable that he cannot afford to factor in tonight. The very thought causes Toji to glance over to the vessel, the grinning boy now doing jumping jacks in front of Megumi. Itadori only notices the flattened glare from seeing Megumi's face meeting Toji's, who Itadori then smiles to and serves a gleeful thumbs up.

'Are you kidding me? A fucking thumbs up?', Toji groans reluctance when the pitfall that is now his stomach expands and he contemplates on how he's about to send Elska through to her demise.

'God damn it.'

She feels Toji's fingers hooking her jacket and how he tugs at her when the portal appears. The wall was there just a second ago but now there's this creepy swirling dark, no black circumferential gateway before her. Initially, it takes everything in her not to shriek because of the way Choso's energy feels; it too is unique.

She looks up at Toji to silently relay her temporary goodbyes; trying her best to maintain the confidence she's been eluding herself with this entire evening. She doesn't want the others to realize her fear and uncertainties and has always admired people who can keep their wits about them in situations like these. As their eyes meet and Toji's hand leaves her jacket, she begins to take a step forward, 'Survive for 9 minutes...'.

"Doll…", Toji utters only this as he grabs Elska's arm, making her stumble backwards into him, "Please, wait." They're short on time so he quickly grabs her jaw with his right hand and lifts her head for a kiss. The heavy impact causes him to move his hand from her face to the back of her head so to stabilize her from his seemingly random action of affection. He pulls away to rest his own chin on top of her head as he rakes his hand through her hair one good time, taking in the entire moment as if it were his last. Something just feels so wrong to him. Can he really let her go alone?

"Toji?"

"I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you that I…", Toji's muddled expression hardens the exact moment insecurities flood him. There's so much he wants to say to her, maybe even give her the full truth of what he knows to be. She's in danger, Gojo's a psychopath and he himself? Well Toji's learning that sometimes the heart can come back to life but when he reads Elska's eyes and finds her turmoil, he dials back.

"I uhh...', Not having the courage to elucidate his truth or feeling it was appropriate, Toji folds and whispers before letting her go, "Just be careful doll. We don't know who you'll run into for sure."

Megumi watches them closely, never having thought he'd prefer to see Gojo parading her around again as his dad displays his and Elska's unorthodox relationship, 'Am I jealous?'

Toji's watching her from behind as she sticks a hand cautiously through the portal, clearly not knowing what to expect. A smirk cracks his face after she withdrawals it with amazement, leading him to share, "This is the safest part of the whole ordeal unfortunately."

"THAT IS SO COOL!", she inserts her hand one more time just to pull it out; one cannot be too cautious here.

"Yeah it is.", Toji's head teeters to the side as her appetence counters the mood but watching her light up never fails to bring him happiness. He wishes she hated it though, was hoping that she'd be too scared to continue on but his heart gains weight once his own surety armors her. He stands there helplessly with tied hands because once Elska becomes confident in how she's left unabridged, she decides its good enough and encourages the rest of herself into the vortex. She has completely disappeared now, leaving Toji feeling destitute while he anxiously waits.

Itadori hits the timer on his watch that is set for 9 minutes. He's beginning to feel a little nauseous from the pressure but he's more than ready to fight for his sensei and friends. He's been on plenty of missions before and has an insanely good track record as far as success rates go but he's never had to square up against someone he felt could compare to Gojo. 'I mean…they'd have to be in order to be able to seal him away, right?' As hints of self-doubt sew themselves through his skin, Itadori's interrupted by Toji's rage.

"NO! NO! FUCK!" Toji is dashing back towards where the portal used to be, "GOD DAMN IT…FUCK!" Toji is panicking now and clawing at the open space she and the portal were, "ELSKA!!!"

"This can't be happening right now...", The giant rips his phone from his pocket and dials a number. He coarsely breathes through his nose while the call rings to the other user 3 times, 4 times. 

"Fuck Choso, come on, PICK UP!!", 5 times. On the 6th ring Toji is preparing to hang up and try calling again, his mannerisms frantic but something comes through.

"Hello old friend!" Toji hears a voice speak as he's placing his thumb over the hang up option on his screen. His heart races.

"Helloooo? Tojiiiiiiii? Are you there?"

Toji lifts the phone back to his ear only to determine that it's Getou and he has Choso's phone. Anguish becomes him, 'WHY? Did he find out?! Did Choso set me up!?'

"Getou…what the fuck is this? I was not expecting you when I called this number.", Toji's attempting to appear unbothered but unfortunately his surprise is not something that can be contained. 'Where the fuck is Choso? What happened to Elska? SHIT.'

'Doll...'

"I just figured since you were sneaking around still, I could ask you what the fuck you think you're doing? That's what I was originally going to say anyways but it seems you want my forgiveness since you're forfeiting the girl and all…" The enjoyment in Getou's speech rings clearly through the phone, "One of my men is in the area you sent her and it's my understanding that their last encounter didn't go so well and you know Naoya! He probably just wants to make it up to her." Getou chuckles at his own arrangement of words knowing Toji is smart enough to catch his drift, he doesn't need to be tasteless.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!!", is all Toji achieves in his rebuttal. His expression has distorted into fury; jaw clenched with grinding teeth. Toji's entire face is shading red from the rise in blood pressure as he tries to regulate his grip on the phone not wanting to crush it, yet. He's not entirely positive on what his younger cousin will do because of the anomaly that Elska is.

"I'll do whatever it is that I please, you know that. I will not take away Zenin's playtime either, he needs to prove himself. Thank you for Oda though Fushiguro, I will see to all of her needs being met." Getou leaves the dialogue abruptly, ending the call as his laugh echoes in Toji's ears.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT."

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Elska is trying to orchestrate the words that would best describe her transference through the shadow realm. It was frigid, bleak but colorful and…dark, empty too but there wasn't any room to move around. She felt heavy inside of there although she was floating down an unseen path. She's unable to fathom an explanation for how anyone could navigate that. She heard a voice while she was consumed into this strange dimension as well, a soothing male melody that instructed her to remain breathing and to trust him as she drifted through. She had no other choice really but was completely cooperative as his words guided her.

'Was that the Choso that Toji spoke of before?', she interrogates herself as she feels her body manifesting into a more familiar and gregarious dimension. She'd made it the other side thanks to that voice.

She's slowly revolving now to assess her surroundings.

'9 minutes.'

She's standing in this vastly open foyer with multiple cathedral height pillars scaffolding to the ceiling. The walls are a dark forest green, the trim silver displayed before the grey marbled floors. There are 2 hallways before her, one heads straight in the direction she's already facing and the other off to her right.

'Which way?, Elska finds it eerily quiet there and a part of her ruminates in perturbation, 'Is this even the right place?' She can't imagine that it is.

'Sati is here, right?', she's switching her attention between the two hallways, hoping that some form of feminine intuition will take root and usher her down the right path. After seconds of hesitancy, she decides to walk down the one before her. The luxurious deep-brown leather couches the are angled in a modern fashion compliment the extravagant golden chandeliers that hang above and there's at least 15 of them illuminating her path. If she didn't know any better she'd say this place was beautiful, elegant even. Her feet now carry her to the open hallway that seems like it goes on endlessly. 'There are so many doors on each side…which one is it? Am I even going down the right one?'

Frustrated with not knowing where to go or where to begin, she just starts walking forward again. Elska's fists are balled up down by her sides as she moves her tensed body onward down the hall in silence. There's art strung up in the wall spaces between each door, the first one she recognizes as Salvador Dali's Melting Clocks. She would usually beam at this since it's one of her favorites. Her sweet Sati treated her to an art festival last year, her first one ever and when they came across this print he grinned and simply told her, "This could be an actual depiction of what you've done to me, love."

"Sati...", this time she says his name out loud. Their love is unlike no other and she innately knows this. He's selflessly given her a home, copious amounts of love, purpose; and in return she gifts him betrayal.

The first door is now coming up to her right and she doesn't know what to do other than check behind it. Finding Satoru is not normally a difficult task due to the enormous amounts of curse energy he possesses but seeing as he's currently sealed it's more like finding a needle in a haystack now.

The door is now in front of her and she's reaching for the knob, hoping that by some God-given chance she could find Gojo this effortlessly. Turning the handle quietly, she places her other hand flat on the doors 's surface to help control opening it. She pushes slowly.

Naoya knew the moment she arrived; he's unknowingly trained himself to her aura now. He couldn't believe that she would just show up there like that though and can't help but ponder on what she could have been thinking? Or more like, what were they planning? 'Is it really going to be this easy?', he asks himself as both of his previously failed efforts are in vain as she just appeared alone.

'It doesn't really matter', he silently prompts himself as he slithers out of the door that would've been the second on her left. Elska's back is to him and she's slightly orientated forward to gain access to the room in front of her and he's only been waiting for a moment since she arrived by the main entrance. Her randomly materializing caught him by surprise, causing him to dart into the room closest to him after waiting for others to follow in toe but they never did.

'None of this really makes sense...', Naoya comprehends that had to be Choso's technique.

'Did he switch sides? Or is he still with Getou's plans?', The Zenin's brain is rapidly firing off questions but his eyes remain trained on Elska.

'...but I've a fucking bone to pick with her…' he's reminded as the alpha male in him is perched back at the forefront.

Naoya rushes up behind Elska with his remaining steps to close the gap between them swiftly; he's not letting her slip away. His right hand hurriedly wraps around her mouth muffling her screams while his other secures her waist and he lifts her off of the ground. She thrashes her body against his chest while pulling down on the arm that's deafen her screams. She doesn't know who has her initially but she hears him grunting as they struggle leading her to recognize the owner; she is all too familiar with his sounds by now.

'Naoya.', the lucky realization strikes her but is braided with the fact that she truly didn't sense anyone around. She's being dragged backwards, her flailing feet not doing any good when she pushes off the ground into her assailant. He only re-centers his distribution and yanks her harder in the desired direction.

"I wish you would fucking quit that", Naoya is irritated at how wildly she's behaving but his tenor seems calm until she swings a heel back into his knee cap. It stings horribly and she attempts to take advantage of his pain by thrashing even more.

"Be a good girl for ONCE." Naoya seethes and then firmly throws her into the wall after they've turned a corner in the hall. He winces however, when she bounces off of its surface and ragdolls back into him. The knock dazes her momentarily which has him flinching and giving a softer tone when he says, "Just fucking stop it and I won't have to be so rough with you..." He tightens his grip around her waist now to establish that his fed up with her childish shit.

Naoya doesn't find satisfaction to hurting her, he never has regardless of the heinous words he's expressed In the past. Before he'd met her they may have been true but are now merely decorative repetitions for his semblance before Getou and the Zenin clan.

He's still behind her with his hand around her mouth but is now pushing her down the hall in front of him. She stiffens her legs against his strides triggering him to stumble behind her, "Jesu-, why are you..." His tolerance level has absolutely been reached but luckily this part is over.

His eyes meet a door, the door she's been searching for, little to her knowledge. When he manages to shove her up to it, Elska relaxes for a second as if she comprehends where he's brought her to.

Her eyes begin tearing up as he unhurriedly removes his hands from her mouth. She's frozen as she stares through the door, not being shown the feral grin plastered across Naoya's face. He leans his body into her, pressing her front harshly into the wood where she can only whimper to the weight ensnaring her there.

Naoya's so excited for this moment. He's threatened Gojo with it on numerous occasions now but to actually have her here? To actually be able to do it?! He's enthralled at the thought of her twitching around his girth, writhing in ecstasy and loving him as he unapologetically rearranges her insides. 'It's going to be magnificent.', Naoya inhales deeply to this thought as his right hand massages her breasts, switching between the two while he grabs her hip bone with his left and pulls her back into his erection.

"You feel that?" his voice is low, his breath flowing into her ear as he sways his hips from side to side to intensely but slowly drag his bulge against her lower back and rear, "You're not leaving me hanging again." Naoya closes his threat with a bruising kiss to her neck as he almost passionately nips the area once raising his lips. Her chest expands with a pressurized gasp she offers involuntarily, causing him to cease his groping for an instant to peer over her shoulder and take in her unexpected reaction.

"Don't…please Naoya", she whispers to him, practically begging, "Don't do this!" She feels her body heating up from his ministrations as she actively contests against the primal arousal budding within her. 'Not again…', she has to fight it, the weird ways in which this stranger moves her.

She will fight it.

He lets out a husky "Hmmmmm" to the sound of his name on her lips; the bass in his voice vibrating against the small hairs on the back of her neck. It tickles as it mixes with the air that he exhales through his nose that playfully grazes along her ear. It's almost sweet. 

"That sounds so good coming from you.", Naoya's left hand is leaving her hip and gliding across her waist's panty line, "Say it again for me?"

'What is with him? How does he do this to me?!', a soft moan escapes her as his electrifying touch leaves sensitive trails in its wake along her skin. 'This fucking Naoya', her eyes roll back as she contests the way in which he causes her to expectantly tremble, 'Is he seriously trying to fondle me right now?!'

Without explanation, Naoya reaches across her mid drift and then pulls the door handle, flinging the door itself open as their weight gives behind it. Elska crashes to her hands and knees on the floor as he fumbles his stance with outstretching his arms into the frame for stability. He bites his bottom lip as his focus leeches onto her all fours position and shares, "We're going to try all sorts of new things today."

'Surely 9 minutes have passed!', the thought steals Elska's attention as she's collecting herself on the ground. The stone beneath her was cold and unforgiving but upon recalling, 'I just have to handle Naoya for a little longer…', she raises her head to gain a healthier understanding of the room. 'Where is Toji and Itadori?', a silent plea for help that only her mind can hear and the lack of answers provided begins to deflate her until her eyes anchor on exactly what they've been longing to see.

"SATI!", Elska shouts hysterically upon registering that's it's him.

"S-SATI!!", he's slouched forward, hands bound behind his back and covered in the paper talismans Toji cited earlier.

'I have to get those off of him...or at least disrupt their structure.' her rational side battles ferociously against her heart's gale of emotions, 'He has to be freed.' She postures herself to where she's now on her knees only as her hands reach out to touch him. She just wants to know that Gojo's really there; that he's tangible.

Satoru feels heat on his cheek, a warmth he recognizes, misses.

'Love?', the sensation he feels from her tender touch automatically stirs him from his slumber, 'Was that all just a nightmare?' He opens his eyes, bringing them to focus through the disordered silver locks of hair that drape over his view to find that he wasn't dreaming at all. 

Before him sits his love and she's sobbing at his feet.

With smiling brows, Gojo strains to near while she angles in closer and rests the elbows of her sprawled out arms on his thighs. He leans his face into the hands that cup him; closing his eyes and nestling it desperately as he reclaims his hope.

'I've missed her so much...my love...', Satoru's emotions boil to the surface, 'Wait...', but are snuffed out when the stifled reality returns.

'…what is she doing here?!', Gojo's lids unfasten when he looks at her again and then they expand further as he's feebly observing Naoya straighten up on the floor behind her, 'That fucking bastard...he wouldn't...' Satoru's veins run dry as can't make any noise to alert her or pull her away from him. He can only widen his eyes in an attempt to warn her.

'Damn it Elska, behind you!', If there were ever a time Gojo wished to be telepathic.

It's all for naught as he watches Naoya seize her throat from behind and duck his head down beside hers to stare back at him. Zenin smiles as he chokes her, slightly turning his head to lightly kiss Elska's cheekbone as he pushes up her shaman skirt; his gaze still never leaving Gojo's except for when he excitedly notices Elska's black thigh highs.

She's parading around in one of his kinks. Naoya giggles to himself as she brings her hands to his, trying to pry his fingers away from her neck and struggling to produce anything but labored grunts. He deeply inhales the air next to Elska; that scent is starting to seep out of her pores, slowly driving him mad.

"…And I bet you didn't believe me Gojo…", Naoya's breathing is getting slightly heavier as his hands roam over Elska's lower half, "...but I told you it would all come to fruition."

Gojo gathers that Naoya's gripping the meat of her ass every so often by the way his arm momentarily stops moving and is accompanied by low approving moans. He also notices Naoya slightly loosening his grasp around her neck while bringing his extended right arm out and behind them, palm open.

'That fucking cunt…'

Naoya's amber eyes now fall from Gojo to her in anticipation as he brings him arm back bluntly to smack her on the ass. She cries out from this leaving Naoya obviously satisfied.

'That FUCKING CUNT!!', Satoru is reeling in his mind as he's unable to be nothing more than a mere spectator. He's had 7 days to actively gather and amplify his energy, he now harnesses plenty but that's fucking useless if he can't move.

Satoru wards as Naoya forces her head to turn towards him and leans over from behind her to plant a salacious kiss onto her lips. He sees Zenin's glossed tongue slip into his love causing Satoru to wish to become blind only to understand that he can still hear Naoya's low short moans and the rude suction of their meeting mouths. Gojo is then forced to endure a release of Elska's sweet, drawn-out moans that in turn make his chest feel like it's going to rupture.

Gojo drops his head, squeezes his eyes shut again and hopes he's finally just fucking lost it, that he's cracked. Really, any-fucking-thing that would dispel the fact that she's kissing Naoya back; the fact that she seems to now being enjoying this.

Enjoying Naoya.

Satoru opens his eyes again but with their gaze lowered and displaying her lap first,he takes in how Elska is still on her knees.

'Love...'

He then perceives Naoya's large hand reaching around and attempting to part her thighs enough for him to slip through. Zenin keeps switching between kissing her and pulling back a little to watch her entirety as she pleasantly reacts to him.

'Have I missed something here?', Gojo's ominous gaze lingers on the blasphemy before him, 'DO THEY REALLY HAVE A THING?!' It may not be cursed energy but Satoru's rage bleeds from his skin, emulsifying everything he was so sure about in regards to his blossoming romance. He stews on this fervently until his dark heart feels crushed when she opens her legs and sings intimate gasps.

'THIS FUCKING CUNT.', Gojo is going pierce that brave fucking hand of Naoya's with a scalpel repeatedly until it resembles fucking raw hamburger meat. He's really going to have to take on the Zenin Clan after this little blonde shit's death but so be it; it's nothing Satoru can't handle. He doesn't give a flying fuck about this established shaman world or any of the puppets that perform within it.

They'll all understand that in full when he gets the fuck out here too.

He's snatched from his mind and placed back into the stone room. His beautiful love and the next man to die find rhythm with each other but this only proves threatening to Gojo as it displays chemistry. That disgusting Zenin hand sensually snakes deeper between her thighs.

'Love, no...'

When Naoya's finger tips finally slide across her panties Satoru witnesses how Naoya's face softens for a moment when he feels how wet she is.

Satoru knows that's why.

Fuming, Gojo shifts his eyes to his beloved Elska, fearing that her expression will be reflective of the delectation she seems to be receiving from Naoya.

He doesn't want to see that. He cannot deal with his love having affections for anyone other than himself. He's worked too hard for this, spent so much time on procuring the perfect relationship.

'Love?'

Gojo's left addled when she winks at him immediately, 'It's for show?!', although he can't ignore that she is clearly feeling some level of arousal for Naoya; he's learned the shades of red her eyes glow. He's then following her movements as she places her hands behind her back and leans her head forward into his own thighs. Satoru's eyes are wide with mystification as Naoya happily secures her wrists with one hand while turning his attention to her ass, using her wrists to now lean back slightly to see how it's perfectly arched into the air; how flawless she is before him.

"Elska…baby…you want me to take you while you're in Gojo's lap?", Naoya's breathing is now irregular and heavy as he musters the words through his own disbelief. His brow is now furrowed but the small smile he wears is evident of his heaven. God he just wants to mount her right there.

"…yes Naoya, do it!" she persuasively cries out for him, causing his pants to twitch.

'It's as if she knew that's exactly what Naoya wanted.', Satoru thinks while judging the way Naoya's deeply washing his hands over and across her backside now, no doubt just enjoying the way her skin feels before he penetrates the moment.

Satoru is repulsed by this fucking scenario though and it doesn't matter if she means it or not, Naoya clearly does.

As he was slipping into another suffocating fit of innate rage, he suddenly becomes distracted by what almost feels like a tugging sensation from him pants underneath where Elska's head lays.

'What is she doing?' He wonders as he takes in the sight of her back arching, 'Naoya must be trying to warm her up. That little fucking shit.' He quickly darts his eyes to Zenin who's still fixated but now caressing more of her, causing her to sound out a muffled moan in Satoru's lap. The vibrations from her mouth rippling across him as her face is buried into him inadvertently excites him as well.

'NOT THE FUCKING TIME GOJO… GET IT TOGETHER.', he throws his head back and closes his eyes to a stressed exhale.

'But it feels so good...', he can't lie to himself. He's typically a walking libido so the fact that he's endured a dry spell for 3 months leaves his urgency for the poisoning of need. She does it again, 'Damn it love.', and he's sent into the dizzying effects that she brings him to, 'There's that depravity I put away...'

Gojo's doing his best to refocus his mind from the fact that a piece of him wants her to unbuckle his pants so she could slide his length down her throat.

Right there…right in front of Naoya.

With Naoya.

He's remembering the euphoria of her tongue and the vampish sensation from her seductive eyes. He now imagines Naoya helping his cause of bringing her to a complete mess and considers how trivial of a task that would be based on what he's seeing here. He truly loves it when she unravels.

'GOJO YOU SICK FUCK, COME ON.'

He's berating himself until he feels Elska's head move and the little tugging motions continue again. 'Okay, what the fuck is she doing down there?'

It all comes together as she repositions her head in a different way as she lifts her head to alluringly gasp, leaving the area her head was originally resting over now visible. Shredded, compromised talismans lay ruffled along his thighs, everywhere she could manage.

She's tearing them with her teeth.