Forgive Me

Itadori's voice tolls from down the hall, "That's that Getou guy! There's no doubt about it!", causing Choso to culpably stiffen with his view morosely trained on the door.

Soon enough, it flies open with Megumi and Yuji barreling into the room, ready to fight, "YOU'RE GOING DOWN THIS TI-"

When the two junior shaman halt in their tracks and look at the calmed room with confusion, Choso finally speaks up, "He's…", but lowers his head with repentance, "He left."

Both pairs of eyes squint in his direction as if to question how.

Itadori doesn't understand what happened but quickly spots Satoru unconscious on the red couch, "Gojo Sensei!", and runs over to him.

Choso moves in slow motion compared to the other two, almost as if he were being overlapped onto a time loop much faster than himself, "I...put him to sleep."

Itadori becomes further perplexed but curiously glances to Megumi before asking, "What?"

"What the hell was that scumbag doing in here?", Megumi clenches his fists as he remembers the day they found Elska's wing and becomes aggravated over the seeming reality of how they're never safe enough from the Titers.

While Choso searches for his words, Megumi's quick dash to Elska goes unnoticed until Megs goes to lift up the red sheet. The being recalls his recent exposure to her unexpected nudity and feels his eyes flaring open.

"W-WAIT!"

But the warning came too late.

"AHHOH-MY-GOD!", with a red face and nearly steaming ears, Megumi jerks back, releasing the sheet to let it slowly pocket out air and drape over her again. He turns around with obvious embarrassment, "She's freaking naked!", and narrows his eyes as he wonders why the hybrid would already be aware.

"Yikes…", Itadori can't help but snicker at Megumi's mortification as it seems to pour from his pores, "Glad it wasn't me! Don't let Gojo Sensei find out...you know how he gets about El..."

"Shut UP, man! I didn't take her clothes off!"

"It was a joke!", Itadori laughs but watches Choso draw his observer window; he and Megumi gasping when they see Toji through it. "You found him! Look Megumi! He's alive!", Yuuji's face beams widely as soon as he senses Megumi's relief, "You're incredible Choso!"

"It wasn't me."

Choso is still pissed at himself for allowing Getou to get away and so easily at that but the questions blatantly reside in the young shamans' eyes so he explains, "Getou showed me how to locate him. The issue is, though, he said he was here to see Elska and had the opportunity to take her, but didn't." His dark eyes fall to the freshly waxed wooden floor while sinking deeper into the pits of doubt, "He…there was something off, something different about him." Choso recalls only of Getou ever trying to viciously harm her but can't ignore the sheer gentleness that he was carrying while he loomed over Elska, "He...umm...kissed her too…"

Agitated by Choso's conundrum, Megumi happens to think it should all be pretty clear by now that Suguru is a horrible person and doesn't deserve their empathy. On top of that, it's presented through the technique that Toji's in chains, shirtless and lying on a dirt floor, "I want to go get my dad. This is fucking nuts."

Choso sighs but offers, "I know it all sounds outlandish but something is off here, Megumi. We have to be careful."

"We could take his lame ass…and how do we know him appearing isn't some kind of set up, anyways?", not that it matters, Megumi isn't leaving Toji behind.

"We don't know…", Choso quietly says this while bringing his focus to Gojo while thinking that if it is a trap, they should bring strength. "We shouldn't go alone, let's wait for Satoru's REM cycle to end and then we can make a move. You've not seen the things that man can do and the only thing about him that is worse than that is his willingness to do them."

"Yeah, that's right...", Megumi suddenly shoves Choso to the point of his stumbling, "You would know more about Getou than the rest of us, wouldn't you?" With a scowl that mimics his father, the younger Fushiguro, pushes the being again, "Why would you put Gojo to sleep in the first place?! Whose fucking side are you on?!!"

Itadori inserts himself in between them all while comprehending that there's still a lot he and Megumi don't know.

"What the hell, Yuji?! You too?!"

"We've agreed before...", Itadori lifts his head and slices through the tension with an adolescent-like grin aimed at his peer, "The adults above us are strange! We already knew that so do we really need a bunch of explanations right now? Can't it wait until they have a better understanding as well?"

When matched against Itadori's high spirited nature, Megumi can never seem to win so with an exaggerated sigh, he relaxes his demeanor and loses his attitude. 

"Megs, I know you're upset but you shouldn't question Choso's loyalties. It's not fair to when he has done everything in his power to help us...", and smiles when he apprehends the appreciation in the hybrid's eyes. "We really should wait for Gojo Sensei too. You know he's the strongest!", but this is when he also darts his view to the silver shaman, "And I know this situation looks suspicious but I just feel in my heart that Choso wouldn't have knocked out Gojo Sensei unless he had to." The junior shaman scratches his head after saying it, "Still kind of wild that you even could! Thought Toji and El were the only ones that could do that."

Choso's eyes squint while considering those words. In theory, he shouldn't have been able to get past Satoru's infinity but it would seem somehow, he did. 

Tiny whimpers resound from the bed so all three of them look to find Elska stirring and quietly crying in her sleep. A tear travels down from her cheek and lands on Naoya's forearm, further trailing down the bend of his elbow. Her presence magnifies and feels more potent compared to before but Choso instinctively blocks the junior shaman once the darkness of her energy becomes palpable. 

Megumi cautiously lowers the being's arm, "Wait...is she...already?!"

"Elska…", Choso walks over and sits on the edge of the bed again next to her. "She must be having a bad dream.", his brow furrowing while listening to her sniffle.

After seeing Megumi search the closet for her clothes, Choso turns his focus back to her and reaches for her hand, wanting her to know she's not alone. A black shirt lands on his head and he hears Megumi state, "She should have something on at least.", and finds himself agreeing as he pulls the hem of the shirt down his face, messing his hair up in the process.

A firm squeeze encompasses his hand and spawns hopefulness of her waking. He hates how they're practically sitting ducks in this state and although he will gladly protect them, shame saturates his mind since Suguru managed to slip in.

'How do I tell Elska? Should I?'

Elska feels the hand holding hers but before opening her eyes she smiles as she mumbles, "Toji…", nuzzling her face against it. When she doesn't hear her beloved's voice however, they open and she realizes she's holding Choso's hand instead.

The truth hits her hard, causing tears to well up in her eyes as she again remembers the Titers taking her winged lover with them.

"So it wasn't just a nightmare…", Elska sits herself up, wiping the streams of sorrow away from her cheeks as she takes in Choso's saddened eyes. She notices the being hold up the sheets against her collar bone and quickly snatches them with appreciation. When she sees Megumi though, her heart breaks as she says, "I wasn't smart enough to save him, I'm so sorry Megumi…"

Incarcerated by her guilt, Megumi rushes to her and fiercely embraces her, "I'm glad you're ok…", and can tell she's caught off guard by his outward concern. When he lets her go, he steels his expression and informs her, "We can see my dad now; we know where he is." 

Elska's eyes glow to this news, the unmistakable craze to find her beloved making her slowly follow Megumi's pointed finger over to Choso's observer window. When her view becomes that of her beloved, she can only bring her self to desperately plea, "We have to go get him!"

"We are definitely going to El but we also need to come up with a strategy while Gojo Sensei rests for a bit!", Itadori is beyond relieved that she's actually in one piece. He looks to his new brother and wonders how they're going to tell her that she had that visitor but Choso seems to understand his intent and begins to explain, saving him from the delivering the twisted news himself.

"Elska, Getou…he was here not too long ago…", Choso witnesses the horror initially wipe across her face but to his surprise, she also appears to settle after a second of thinking about it. "He said he wanted to simply talk you and the worst part is, I believe him." The reaction from Megumi after hearing this is obvious as he scowls into expression.

Choso is believing this dynamic change between the Titer and Elska came from some sort of interaction they experienced and wonders if it has to do with her biting him.

Elska shakes her head after remembering how she drank from Getou and then, how he tastes. The fact that the fleeting flavor makes her heart race disturbs her completely but she has to admit, "I've learned more about Getou recently. I don't know how to say this but I don't think he's our true enemy…"

Choso's eyes narrow while her presence intensifies, becoming alarmed at how much it has changed.

"…There's a man named Genghis that is calling the shots, I met him during it all. Getou is still a threat but Genghis…", the emotions she decoded through Suguru told her of his despair, specifically for the murdered children and for her when she was breaking down after they attacked Naoya, "Genghis is likely more of one." She's always revolted to the idea of Suguru's touch but in those moments, she felt like they finally saw a glimpse of each other for the first time. "Genghis is leading the Titer clan for some reason and seems to have a genuine interest in my kind.", she wonders why they would let her turn Naoya but they certainly didn't lift a finger to stop the process.

"Naoya..."

Thinking of her amber eyed lover becoming like her sends a guilted wave of excitement through her, knowing she'll soon be able to feel his fangs. The very thought makes her eyes glow again and thirst springs to the forefront of her mind. Simultaneously looking to the three conscious men in the room, she becomes mortified while pondering on why she would want to feed again so soon. 'What is going on with me?'

Sukuna appears on the side of Itadori's face, "Feed from me.", and in a great wave of shock, Itadori slaps his own cheek where the curse manifested.

"You fucking shit stain!", Sukuna curses the boy for reprimanding him.

Itadori yells awkwardly, "I think not!", and nervously smiles while backing away to the door not wanting Sukuna to pull a fast one." He waves for Megumi to follow him but the black-haired shaman stands there with indecision as if he's debating on something.

Megumi bashfully mumbles, "Elska...you know...my dad is able to feed you so maybe my blood will work well too. I'm not afraid of it hurting so don't worry about that.", he gives a small smile as he slowly nears but is thrown off by how her face says she isn't going to do that. He stops mid-step, disheartened by the unspoken rejection radiating from her. 'Why doesn't she see me like that?', he asks himself but decides that she's been through enough and doesn't want to push the topic.

Unnerved by the thought of Megumi being exposed to Elska's bite, he dashes his nervous eyes between the two shaman, "Y-you guys should leave for a bit, I will take care of the feeding."

Although Choso's still personally apprehensive about how intimate the process feels, finding out that his blood will help Elska become more whole makes him inclined to do so.

He shifts his sitting position so that he's facing her, "Do you need to that right now? Is that what's going on?" She sheepishly nods yes so he supportively responds, "Okay then, it's not a problem…", and forms a friendly smile. Megumi seemed to have to drag himself out to the hall but once they're alone, Choso scoots a little closer to Elska.

She's self-conscious about how dependent she's already becoming with Choso but knows that things would be better for everyone if she could control that other side of herself. 'Maybe I should look at this as training.', the thought rendering while remembering how Naoya wanted to help her control her pheromones.

She feels the difference in her own stasis already and it forces her to question how many feedings it would take to become what she was always meant to be. She motions for Choso to come a little closer as his is dark brown curious eyes study and invade her soul like before.

When he finally moves closer, Elska averts her eyes from his while moving his hair out of the way, lowering her face to his neck. Her breath lingers on his skin, tensing his body until she pierces him.

Choso halts his breathing at first in an attempt to muffle his voice's ability of expressing the stark truth of how this feels but its quickly bursting to expose his pleasure.

Initially, she's handling him delicately but moments after beginning, she's aggressively pulling him closer and making him victim to her whims.

"E-Elska..?"

That familiar low tone moans into his ear but he tries his best to pretend that it doesn't excite him in the slightest. Before even having a chance to process the current, he feels his whole body being pulled down above until she's hanging herself around his neck, inches off of the mattress. The sheets still lie between them acting as a foolish barrier but its weakness becomes apparent as her legs spring out and latch around his hips.

"What are you-", but Choso finds difficulty speaking as the euphoria courses through him, coaxing his body to relax into her thighs.

"Just give yourself to me, hybrid…or can you still not remember?", she whispers into his neck, trying not to waste his essence. A tormented moan represents the being when she demands his cooperation again, but more sensually and with her nails wrapping into his hair for a rooted hold.

"Els-", Choso gasps when she uses her legs to force his hips to plunge into alignment. The mere motion of his bulge inching across her womanhood causes the being to cling to the sheets on next to her head but her tiny fingers wrap around his right wrist.

"My hybrid...", Elska taunts in her deepened tone, "The tallest trees stand witness to our lessons. This version of you though, your ignorance...it was always so...delectable."

Without any other kind of warning, she swiftly guides Choso's hand under the sheets and between her legs.

He tries to bring his head up as soon as he feels the slickened warmth but the grip she has in his hair prevents him from successfully doing a damn thing. He can only whimper, "I am not to...touch you, Elska.", but she pilots his fingers inside of her.

The being whines with a racing heart and worries about the pure animalism suddenly rushing through him. Despite his reluctance, his digits sink deeper in but instead of protesting, he simply bites his lip. 'So this is what women feel like?', he sighs regrettably as he allows Elska's hand to guide his motions; hating himself for actually enjoying it.

Noticing that she's becoming more vocally expressive, the being begins thinking something is wrong when her body temperature startlingly rises. He attempts to fight her off to make sure she's okay but she uses her strength to hold hand in place while she tilts her head back and releases an intoxicating scent.

His brain makes him inhale the distinguishable fumes as if he'd been underwater for days but you'd think he'd stop once it becomes suffocating and burns.

'Yes, my hybrid...", Elska's smug yet invitingly satisfied voice harasses, "Let it consume you."

Choso discovers himself growling in her ear, not being sure why he's suddenly desiring to do certain things with Elska. She releases his wrist but his spongey fingers are now mapping her body by touch, until he gives in to the impulse to grope her breasts.

"H-ah-mmm...", they feel so soft and supple which is unlike what he assumed the perky parts to be but with depravity leaking from his mind and Elska's hand slithering to his member, his aggression peaks. 

Pulling her by the waist, he leans his hips between her legs with an angry expression that she's unable to accept due to her feeding. "Elska…", he calls with severe caution as he's fighting off the strange urges forming, "Please...I...can't stop." He hears a deep groan but it takes a second to realize that its not actually coming from her.

Elska snatches her hands up to her chest and hastily closes Choso's punctures. Naoya is coming to with his presence magnifying and startling them both. The Zenin's cursed existence has snapped her out of it but she's instantly panicking once comprehending that she's made Choso do something he would have done never otherwise.

Naoya grunts again and upon remembering how brutal Toji was with his first feeding, she fears for Choso's safety. "You have to get out of here NOW!", she places a guilted hand on the side of his face, "I'm so sorry for how I act when we do that. Please…forgive me.", and sits up more as the being staggers to a stand.

Reality slaps him. He feels like the biggest piece of shit as he was just doing things to her right next to Naoya.

"What is WRONG with me?!", he places both hands on his head when the guilt pours in. Now Choso doesn't want to be there when his friend wakes up but also feels like running would only make this more deceitful. He looks to Elska with frustrated, tearing eyes, "Why?!", as if to request an explanation for why he was compelled to have those kinds of feelings just moments ago.

Elska laments over Choso's mini breakdown and wishes she wouldn't have quite literally forced his hand. They were fueled by the other her but she doesn't believe that she's blameless because how could she? Her heart breaks at how fucked up that situation was but her self-loathing ends when Naoya's eyes open, glowing red.

Apprehensively staring at her prince, Elska urgently whispers, "Choso…you have to go…please this isn't normal Naoya we're dealing with here. He needs to experience the ritual, its instinctive to only care for that upon awakening."

"B-but what about what just ha-"

"Choso!"

Nearly brought to full blown tears, the frazzled being gathers himself with haste and storms out of the room. Seeing Choso that upset bothers her but the immediate issue presents itself when Naoya silently sits straight up and hones into her existence. He opens his mouth as if he's trying to say something but tremorous tones escape instead.

"My prince…", Elska winces while extending a trembling hand out to him, "I know what you want and you can have it."

He snatches her hand, glaring at her to reveal the layers of his sanguine glow, also making her certain that this will likely be painful. Naoya yanks her over to his side of the bed and catches her again his chest. She quivers in his arms, terrified once relating this to her experience with Toji.

He grunts again so she guardedly looks up to him but happens to catch the beautiful formation of his novel fangs. Her brow furrows with questions filtering on their early appearance but things become even more perplexing when he roars and abruptly shoves her away.

"Naoya!", Elska ends up on all fours in order to not fall but her hand reaches out again, "Hey!" But it becomes clearer that he's struggling internally.

Her prince's voice mixes with a lower tone, not sounding like himself, "I…can't!", he roars down at the bed, "...hurt-you!"

Elska is now beginning to wonder how he's able to even articulate words as he should be completely starved down to a basic, barbaric state. 'Is he…controlling the frenzy?', amazement showers her as she watches her blonde lover battle with himself right before her eyes.

"Naoya…", he looks at her with strained glowing orbs but she bravely offers, "It's okay…", and tries to near him again.

Elska yelps when she's jolted into the mattress but that is all she can produce as the Zenin's body pins her into position. Leaning completely over her, his obsessive, vibrant growls warn of this meeting's commencement. When she feels his hardened flesh nudging her inner thigh, a dense sigh funnels out as she tells herself that this part will be over soon. 

But Naoya's hand soon vices around her throat where he hovers his face over hers and banishes her ears with a deep, thunderous cry. Her body is shifted around all while her head must remain where it is but she meekly plays prey while he situates. It isn't until he's attempting to jab his sword into her sheath does she offer any form of displeasure but even with this occurring, she tenderly cocoons him into her arms. He finally finds his access point, his biology reacting with feverish newfound accuracy but as she's expecting her prince to begin plowing, she's thrown off when she hears, "Prin-cess..."

Elska opens her eyes right as Naoya's lips meet hers but the gentle, passionate manner in which he kisses her stuns her sensibilities. 

Naoya's falling in and out of the frenzy but is on the brink of insanity with the constant barrage of primally cruel urges ushering in. The word Master echoes through his foggy mind, straying him from the comfort of understanding anything. Having her trapped beneath him feels so right but as his instincts rapid fire his hips, he also comprehends that he could cause injury so with nothing but sheer will, the Zenin throws himself off of her and huddles on his side.

She's slowly catching her breath but each time she heaves, Naoya faces the awareness of cutting off her ability to breathe. His hands clench into a fist as he heroically withstands the absolute pull of the ritual but the sensation of burning thirst and chaos is also extremely prevalent. Naoya jumps when he feels Elska's hand brace his shoulder while telling him, "What you feel is natural, please don't fight it. You need to do this my prince…it's part of being what I am..." 

"Prin…cess.", is still all he can manage to say when he wants to communicate but there's so much more to be said.

She lovingly wraps her arms around his neck, rolling him back over while slowly tracing his scalp with her fingertips, 'I can't believe he's even aware right now…', the disbelief almost paralyzing her as she maneuvers to sit on top of him.

While sweetly studying his unsure expression, she shudders pleasantly to the way his fangs protrude over his lips. In this moment she remembers how badly she's always wanted this and how perfect of a creature he his is before her. His hand once again latches around her throat but his grip softens to dangle like a necklace.

After laying him down against the bed, Elska takes her left hand to lightly touch his fangs, feeling a rush of lust as she pricks herself against their alluring sharpness. Leaning down over her brand new turned, she shifts her legs, "It's going to be okay, my prince. I will take care of you.", guiding herself onto his shaft. He instantly roars and she can't tell if its out of pleasure or not but she keeps working him in until he's fully resting inside.

"Ba-by…", Naoya still feels the desire to ram through her but lays there with deepened breaths as she begins riding him. He's starting to feel a little more relief each time her thighs sink her weight back down but he's not lost his hatred for the wretchedness trying to consume him. She has her hands on his chest for support but he grabs her right one and licks her wrist while she seemingly fucks the evil out of him. When looking up into her now bright red glowing eyes, a realization hits him; he's waited for what feels like a lifetime for the ability he can finally possess. He may not be able to communicate verbally right now but she seems to be waiting with incredible anticipation as he drags his daggers across the skin of her wrist.

Naoya imagines himself biting down and her reacting like she does with Toji, but malicious actions take over his fantasy so Right as he's about to pierce her for the first time, his fear halts him, "No."

Elska stops thrusting over him and slows to almost no movement, 'Why won't he do it?', the thoughts compelling to worry about him now even more. "Naoya…", she tries to hand her wrist back to him but he refuses to take it. "Is it because the sex is supposed to come first?", she asks this out loud but searches her mind for a plausible explanation until he abruptly outstretches his arms to pull her body down. She cries out from the sudden gesture but doesn't fight against him as she still unsure as to what is occurring within him.

Her fears disappear when she feels him taking control; wanting him to be able to get whatever it is he needs. He's rocking into her now, causing her to think less and moan more as he rubs through her walls. Whimpers are all she can offer until he groans into her ear, warning her but she didn't understand. He pierces her neck rashly causing an immediate wave of pheromones to erupt and the Master's ecstasy to flow without restriction, rendering her helpless and back into his control. His fangs feel better than she ever could have imagined and ponders on how this could even be real as them merely hooking into her neck sends an orgasmic like sensation throughout her entire body.

Despite the confusion they were both fighting, Naoya's fangs and whimpers deliver a sincere message. Elska feels his love for her as well as his desire to be with her but the depths she senses from the man are completely mind blowing.

As he drinks from her for the first time all of Naoya's chaos subsides. He thought blood might taste weird and is surprised when Elska's somehow the most satisfying meal he's ever devoured. The excitement from her floral flavor makes him works his hips to continuously bathe in all of her warm bliss and her unravel sends a chill down his spine but also has in tow, a spec of normality.

"Baby…", he quietly calls in unbroken English as he sails through her, experiencing her arousal dripping down his testicles. He doesn't mean to but he leaves her bleeding until he remembers to close the wounds and upon bringing his fingertips to them, he sighs to his success but freezes when his head suddenly feels like it might explode. He doesn't mean to thrash or holler but the pain is so unbearable and the pressure magnetizes with each passing second.

This is all out of order and it brings anxiety to the forefront when Elska can tell he's about to have the sensory overload.

"It's okay, it will pass, just breathe!", she holds onto his forearms as his hands grasp at his head. He roars loudly, shaking the room with his unfathomable presence that oddly turns her on further, 'He's so powerful…' While trying to console him as he clutches at his hair she tells him, "It's temporary, I will teach you how to translate. Shoko told me my brain works a little differently and that Toji's does too after I turned him. You're...rewiring, my prince." Some blood falls from his nose, just like what happened with Toji but she quickly wipes it away and prays for that being an indicator that it's over.

Relief finally comes out of hiding, Naoya's rampant migraine-like experience fading. He's still inside of Elska but neither of them are performing at the moment while he regains his sense of awareness. Naoya wipes his eyes but then glances at Elska whose expression becomes that of tearful ease, captivating his heart. This is when the events of the Titer Attack also refresh themselves so he deals with the stark reality of his narrow survival.

"Baby…", the Zenin takes a deep breath with mystification in his tone, "You saved me…"

Elska happily cries above him as he sits there in disbelief, feeling her arms wrap around him. She pulls his head into her breasts and holds him while whispering, "Thank Goodness..." repetitively.

After nuzzling his face, Naoya smiles into her skin once knowing that his fears of never seeing her again can cease to exist. Becoming emotional he tells her, "Baby, I love you so much…", and proceeds to train his lips to her clavicle. 

She's unsure as to why Naoya reacted differently when waking but she remembers that even from the beginning, he always attempted fighting even the pheromones.

'Is it because of our clan history?', she stews over this for a few seconds while Naoya continues to settle back into his reality, 'Were we, meant to be?' She looks down at him with amorous eyes but his returning expression that she expected to appear similarly, has become quite different.

Naoya sees her beautiful smile but begins to form a devious one as everything he's wanted has come to be.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, princess…", he tells her in a seductive tone that vibrates back into him. Hoisting an arm around her, he positions himself to his knees with her on top and engages his hips until she's gasping from his invasion. He's using his eyes to take in every single second, every movement they collaborate, every trace of pleasure shown on Elska's face.

She's starting to use her thighs to help coordinate their movements so he intensifies the impacts; bringing her to sing pleasant melodies. Her breasts bounce against his face to which he brings his head closer to her so he can lick up in between them. 

"Look at me, baby.", he commands once the wettened stripe has been placed.

Elska's whimpers but listens which causes a wide grin to slash his face as he slowly opens and brings his mouth above her left breast. She bites her lip with a furrowed brow as if she knows he's about to pierce her again but with a little thrust, Naoya hopes to still catch her by surprise. She moans his name, creating his hum and without breaking their gaze, the Zenin bites into her chest while barreling in from below.

"Oh...shit…", Elska's eyes fasten shut when she feels the budding sensation of the pheromones billowing through her again; not even having the time to tell him as they plaster the room. She's become someone pliable in his arms as the sensation of his fangs course through her, bringing every cell of hers back to life from a death she didn't know occurred. Before she knows it, she's pulling his hair and using that as stability to ride him even harder. His fangs tug on her skin, ripping the puncture open more than they needed to be but she can't bring herself to care.

"My prince…you feel so fucking good…", she whines as he bottoms out into her and holds her steady. She looks down at him again but his expression has changed again into something dark and extremely inviting. He raises his head up while bending her neck down so their lips can collide.

They're both heaving into each other as he cannot seem to have enough of her taste. He's afraid to get that weird pain again so he refrains from drinking as much this time but something about this whole process bothers him. Naoya grabs her hair and tilts her head back so he can brings his lips over the entirety of her neck while she whimpers and clenches around the girth sunken inside of her.

"There's one problem with this baby…", she tries to look down at him but he will only allow her head to move so much, "I thought I made myself clear before…" He brushes his lips along the parts of her possible and nips the areas to tease her. He hears Elska ask startling tone, "What? What's wrong!?", but he chuckles as he releases her hair and dominatingly states, "I am the Master here."

Faced with her wide eyes, Naoya decides he's going to have to prove it. Without warning, he quickly shifts Elska over to her back and throws himself on top of her as they giggle with amatory excitement. He lowers his body closer to hers but while situating himself between her legs, "Say it baby, I need to know that you understand. I want to hear it."

Her stunned hesitation earns a smack to her right thigh and rear which causes her to yelp but Naoya keeps his hand in place to help soothe the sting.

The fact that her prince acknowledges the master and turned bond but then spat on it makes her feel like he is certainly allowed to challenge her. He slaps her thigh again while she's lost in thought but harder which prompts her to say, "I'm sorry Master Naoya, please…do what you want with me.", and smiles to the hunger running rampant in his eyes.

"Good princess…", a whisper that trickles into her core as he pins her arms overhead against the bed and lines himself back up to her, "I'm glad we have an understanding..." Elska shivers to his tone but welcomes his sexual thirst, loving how passionate of a man he is as a whole. His tongue raids her mouth when he enters her again but the stretch she feels from him while he dominates, leaves her legs limp and open, "Please Master Naoya, take me."

Instantly, the Zenin is humming into her as he works his hips to the point to where he's slowly nudging her across the bed. While she's at his mercy and watching the joy spread across her lips he chuckles and says through a moan, "My naughty…princess…I will have you.", and proceeds to stroke through her walls. Compelled, Naoya reminds her that she's stunning and hisses when she contracts around him, making her even tighter than before but she cries out, "Master Naoya" again which causes his endurance to flatten. "Those words of yours undo me…", he says through his teeth as he's nearing his end.

Her prince's touch has always been electrifying but the way he tickles her skin with his fangs solely brings her to her demise. She instinctually tries to lift her arms as the warm euphoria circulates from her sensitive areas outward. It seems like he was able to tell due to the sweaty smile he shows her once bringing his head up. His eyes begin to glow again, although brighter in shade than before and she understands he's going to grant her the bliss once again. She closes her eyes as he punctures into her, all while rocking his hips to stimulate her in both ways which can only equal to her unravelling underneath him. "They feel so good…so good…", she whimpers out in higher than normal pitches. He groans into her neck as his pace slows, bringing her to the comprehension that he's finishing as well but then her pheromones release again.

Despite the pheromones, he finishes his final movements and confesses in a raspier voice, "Baby…I don't ever want to lose you again."

He kisses down her neck to her breasts where she giggles and replies, "Technically I almost lost you.", but then visible sadness creeps across her face. He remains inside of her while releasing her wrists but is becoming bothered by her sudden depression in spirit. Leaning down to kiss her, he sighs, being grateful that they still are able to have moments together but his hand is slapped away.

"I told you to not protect me with your life!", tears are now streaming down Elska's face as her voice breaks, "WHAT IF I COULDN'T SAVE YOU?!". Retracting from his view, she abruptly rolls over to her side, wanting to hide what she feels is an ugly cry. He doesn't immediately react so it leaves her feeling like she screwed up by letting her emotions get the best of her; especially when he's okay now. She hears him say, "Baby?", so she reluctantly turns enough to meet eyes.

Rolling her back over by her shoulder, his heart breaks at the apparent distress she experienced from his actions on the day of the attack, "I wasn't going to let that spear hit you, baby. You can be mad at me all you want but put yourself in my shoes." He grabs her gently lifts her chin to force paralleling faces but is mystified by the defiance offending him in her eyes. "I don't give a fuck what is happening, I will never allow harm to come to you if I can help it. You're going to have to deal with that, princess…"His tone was harsher than he meant and regrets it immediately when her eyes well with fluid. He didn't expect her to really be angry at him so he decides to give her some space while he thinks on the matter. He watches her scoot to a sitting position on the other side of the bed, holding her knees with her head buried into them so he decides to stand.

"A-are you leaving?!", she shamelessly asks with obvious hurt in her voice. He doesn't say anything to her while studying her moodiness at first but a minute later, he quietly replies, "No, I'm not going anywhere.", which brings her ease.

'Why am I being such a bitch right now?', she questions herself as she even isn't sure why she became so upset so suddenly. She doesn't know what to say really and she's doing her best to calm down, knowing she's in the wrong for acting like this but she really thought she was going to lose him there for a bit. Recalling the dread when he collapsed before her that seemed to last for years, Elska tries prompting herself that it's already over.

The Zenin sighs but saunters over towards the foot of the bed so she stands up too, both of them now bare before each other, "Naoya I…", she feels her frown, "I just don't think I could live without you. It scared me, everything that happened then and since." His features soften to her words which makes her feel a little better, not wanting him to think she's crazy.

"Baby look…", he approaches her uncharacteristically frail self with slow, long strides and grabs her hands. "…A man is supposed to protect his wife. This man, me…I want to protect mine. You are everything to me." Naoya notices her bewildered expression at the mention of spouses and chuckles deeply, "I love you!"

Through quivering lips she attempts a smile because she knows that he means every word. She's still on the fence about marriage but figures if that's what fate has in store for them, she may not be that opposed to it. Leaning into his chest, Elska embraces him all while loving the way his natural scent drowns out the rest of the world. He runs his hand through her hair and motions for her to look up at him so she does. He sweetly asks if she's alright to which she confirms to feeling better now but his next words break her.

"Where's Toji? Is he alright after…you know…", Naoya turns his head at the memories of his cousin killing all of those people, "I hope he's not having a hard time with what those bastards did to him."

The Zenin nearly loses footing to catch Elska as she drops to the floor, sobbing. His mind races 300 different ways before he ends up on his knees, supporting her but the only thing he knows for sure right now, is that there something extremely wrong there.

Naoya wraps his arms around her as she wails, "They…drugged him and took him!", causing his whole demeanor to morph as he tries to console himself and her. Anger boils up from the deepest parts of his heart but the room begins to shake which startles him. Upon understanding that it was actually him doing it, he controls himself and tucks the wonderment over it to the back of his brain. 

Elska proceeds to wail into his body but more so than the sounds of her despair, he cannot stand the way her body trembles with desolation. Naoya does his best to provide the security she needs but even as acts like a shield, the horror of his cousin being singled out shakes him down. 

"Fuck...", he inhales a broken breath while thinking, 'Why do they want with him?!', but feels lifted from the quicksand when his princess's voice elucidates further.

"Choso...while we were out, he found Toji though…so we can go rescue him.", Elska wishes she would've said that first but she's still so distraught with the clear memories of anguish that filled her upon him being taken. She hears Naoya sigh in relief but he pulls her away from his chest with resolve, "We will get him back. They will not have the chance to hurt him baby.", but feels the tension over the fact that he's been gone.

"I just...I hope he's not hurting; I don't know if he's able to feed because they have him chained up in some kind of dungeon. He doesn't deserve this Naoya! Why would they do this?!"

"I swear to you, baby...", the Zenin tights his arms around Elska, "I will take Getou out."

Chills run down her back when the mention of the Titer's name prompts her of what Choso said. "Apparently Getou was here while we were sleeping…", Elska flinches to Naoya's presence as it amplifies, "…but Choso also said the Getou gave him the means for locating Toji."

That simply does not compute with Naoya.

"Why the fuck would he do that?", he asks with annoyance although its not directed towards her but then a realization hits him, "He could've taken you too! That is not the Getou I know, what the fuck is he planning now?" Looking back at Elska with seriousness, "Baby, I don't think I need to explain how untrustworthy Getou is… what if it's a trap?" Her guilted expression puzzles him further as he feels he's missing something significant so he asks, "Did something happen after I was speared?" He's anxious about what she's about to tell him since he can sense her uneasiness clear as day.

"My prince…please listen to me.", she swallows and takes a deep breath as she stares at his chest, being uncomfortable when he raises her chin to see her eyes. "After you were hurt, a lot actually happened....too much."

Naoya suspiciously squints to the unknown.

"Their leader, Genghis and I killed the girl that hurt you…", he ducks his head back to that information and opens his mouth as if he were going to speak but stops himself so she can continue. "It was like an offering or something but...I also…drank from Suguru…"

"YOU WHAT?!", Naoya is instantly pissed off by this as he doesn't understand what she could've been thinking. "I spent MONTHS keeping your bite a secret from him. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE WILL DO TO YOU NOW?!", his deep voice flies off of the walls, filling the room with discontent. Frustrated, he and walk back to the bed and sits on the edge, "What the FUCK, Elska?!" Naoya fears what Getou will do with this knowledge, how much harder he'll try to take her now that the fucker likely wants her. He shoots his heated glowing eyes to her, "What the fuck were you trying to achieve by doing this?", he's so angry that he can't even keep his gaze on her.

She sits there, stilled on her knees, feeling disgusting. There is more that she needs to say to clear this up but feels she deserves to be on the end of his fury. Clenching fists pressed into her thighs and mutters out, "I needed to understand him. His blood also helped keep me in that form." She raises her head as she hears Naoya walking up to her again but she's surprised when he aggressively snatches her up to her feet, yelling, "What more is there to understand?! HE TRIED TO RAPE YOU AND HE RIPPED YOUR FUCKING WING OUT! HE DID THAT SHIT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! I HAD TO WATCH IT ALL! YOU CANNOT TELL ME YOU TRUST THIS SHIT!"

Her confidence deteriorates as she finds herself genuinely selfish, 'Why did I say anything?! I am so fucking stupid!', she berates herself in her mind as her hands try to lift and cover the shame on her face.

Naoya senses that she's shutting down so releases her wrists. The last thing he wants is for her to be afraid of him so he tries to retract his rage for Elska's sake, although he's still fuming.

"I just don't understand you, why you would willingly do that.", he reaches for her hand but she slaps it away, leaving him feeling even more dejected since he's positive that he's not the villain. "I don't think so…", he grunts as he reaches for her hand again, successfully grabbing it. She struggles against him and begs for him to stop but he's not about to let her wallow in this sadness just as he doesn't want to burn from his hatred over the situation.

"BABY!", he tries to get her attention but she uses her free hand to try and push him away, "God damn it, Elska!", he now grabs her shoulders and forces her backwards against the wall.

When she looks up to him, his heart drops to the expression of treacherous anger that paints her face but now that she's at least not fighting him, he tells her, "I don't know what is going on with you right now but you're not getting away from me so easily! I am fucking furious about this and you but you don't get to run away from this discussion!"

Cornered, Elska attempts to flee once more but when she engages, Naoya only pushes her back into the wall. She's more than sorry about her actions and feels repulsed with how she expected Naoya to not freak out this badly but now that they're in this moment of truth, she only wants distance.

How can explain all that took place and with the tact needed?

Naoya's voice dismantles her train of thought, "What did Getou do after you drank from him?" She can tell he's trying to hide the malice in his voice but he was unsuccessful, pulling Elska to look away but he clicks his tongue. 

"Just look at me, baby…"

After a few seconds, he's not given her eyes but she does mutter, "He…he didn't do anything but gawk. You must have done a fine job at keeping the secret my prince, because he had no idea how my fangs would affect him." 

"Tch."

Elska braves the next imperative bit of information but she sounds so mousey that she can't deny it seems manipulative, "Naoya, I could tell by his taste that is he isn't actually the real enemy." She closes her eyes expecting her truth to further anger him and when it does, she takes a deep breath to clarify, "I'm not saying he hasn't done terrible things Naoya, I just don't think he's at the root of all of this evil!"

"So you're ok with the fucked up situations he's put you in…", Naoya flings his hands off of her shoulders and takes a step back. "Don't fucking tell me you like the guy now.", his tone is condescending and wishes he would've said it differently but it was too late as she now pushes him in the chest, causing him to stumble back. The look on her face is of hurt, like his words alone were stronger than Getou's gravity and weighed on her immensely.

'Why am I saying all of these hateful things?!', he checks himself, 'Why won't she simply understand either?!'

After inhaling slowly and collecting himself, he's caught by surprise when she pushes him again and screams, "DO YOU THINK I WANT TO FUCK HIM NOW?!", her atypical swearing causing his left eye to twitch.

"AM I THAT EASY TO YOU?! IS THIS WHAT YOU THINK OF ME, NAOYA?!!!"

He's figuring by this point that Elska may be equally troubled by what happened and feels bad for flying off the handle so when she tries to place hands on him again he catches them but carefully walks her against the wall. She flails in tears at first but when she begins to settle a little, he aims to end this stupid fucking fight.

"I love you Elska.", he whispers and watches her eyes widen in confusion, "Of course that is not how I view you...didn't I have to chase for months anyways?! Nothing about you is easy."

His princess's eyes unfasted with unfavored insinuation so he's quick to correct, "Waiiiit...I mean only that...", Naoya sighs and exhales, wiping his former comment away, "Princess, you're the strongest woman I know and I only mean to compliment that. That day was horrific for us all and I wish I would've thought about that more before getting so mad…" She says nothing but still has a fire in her eyes which strikes him with an oddly inappropriate emotion. "You can hit me all you want but I'm staying right here." He searches her eyes, going back and forth between them, always looking for something. When he finds a trace of her love for him appear, Naoya bends down and passionately kisses her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and being shocked when she lets him in.

Feelings have been flying left and right but she never would've expected their first argument to start or end like this. When Naoya becomes more antagonistic, she feels herself responding to it with just as much force.

She grabs a chunk of his hair and pulls on it as he groans from their kiss being broken, "I love you too Naoya, so much…too much.", and pierces him right under his collar bone but doesn't feed. He groans breathlessly, sending his hands to roam her naked body, grabbing and squeezing any part of her that he can. She lifts her head and closes his wounds but becomes once again helpless as his alluring glare shadows her.

"Mmmmmmm…", he hums right before lifting her up against the wall and pushing his hardening girth into her, "You can't love me too much, I want it all." They both gasp when he reenters but the languid, purposeful movements he guides tracks them into more sensual territory. Unlike before, Naoya's able to sense her body temperature rising before it begins so he happily increases his pace to encourage the situation. He's pumping for victory but when two waves erupt of her back-to-back, it nearly buckles his knees but he stands strong and continues to administer deep thrusts as she leans her head onto his shoulder. She cries out as he proceeds to crash through her, sweat blanketing both of them but soothing the once depressing atmosphere. "I'll want you forever.", he whispers while giving an extra enthused thrust.

"Please…stay forever…", she whines as he feels far too good for her to converse. He's repeatedly hitting that spot within her, it seeming relentless with how she doesn't even have the ability to breathe. "Naoyaaaa…", she moans pleasantly being beyond words with how it feels like the argument never happened.

She feels his fangs pierce her neck again and wildly cries out this time as the dualling sensations trap her in a haze. He's working his hips through her still as her sounds silence from the explosion within. As she's orgasming, her prince drinks from her but never halts in his movements, breaking Elska down into a weightlessness that cannot be properly described. She closes her eyes to get the maximum experience he's doing so well at administering, allows him to control everything and wanting him to receive the same amount of pleasure.

Her eyes dart back open after she hears a different voice right next to her ear though, so she turns her head and holds her breath, not having realized his status change.

Satoru grabs Elska's breast with a wickedly aroused smile and wantonly questions, "So Loverboy…just how many times are you going to fuck my love?"