Worlds Away (JJK AU)

Chapter 58 – Worth it

"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!!", Genghis yells at the top of his lungs with frustration clear in his tormented voice, "WHY WOULD SHE DO IT?!!!" The entire room echoes with his irate disdain and casts an unnerving tenor.

Toji, Suguru and Amnessia all sit while watching Genghis lose his composure; the Titer throwing any object within his reach in hopes of smashing it just like his plans.

Genghis storms towards Suguru who stands upon noticing his intended path, "I THOUGHT WE MADE IT CLEAR TO LADY ODA THAT TURNING SATORU GOJO WOULD BRING DISASTER!", he shouts this into his Getou's face, feeling his slicked back hair jump from his erratic movements.

Toji raises an eyebrow as he observes. He's got the feeling that Genghis doesn't even have the right to be this upset over the situation and suspicious as to why he's this irascible.

'What's got this fucker's panties all bunched? Sure, Gojo has been turned but damn...', he asks himself this as the giant feels he should be the only one with any true dissatisfaction. Toji being her first beloved and the only one for so long seems like a long-forgotten fantasy. Sometimes he wonders when he lost himself in it too. In his eyes, the loss of this lone sensuality gnaws on his heart from time to time but Toji's also come to accept the fact that she will have more regardless. The King is coming. If anything, they need all the strength they can get.

Getou tilts his head upwards, looking down on his mentor with forced resolve, "Of course she knew that. I don't know what made her do it." He is still angry over how out of control Elska was when she switched, her radiating that same disgusting aura of the controlling type of women he hates. Now more than ever, he wishes to make Elska whole in terms of control to avoid more situations of the same nature.

Genghis scoffs, "So the bitch doesn't care? Great! Or, is she simply stupid?" He stares into Suguru's defiant eyes with narrowed ones, the animosity in his tone plain for the entertainment of others.

Toji now stands, "Yo. What the fuck is your deal? I get you didn't want this to happen but that doesn't give you the right to say that shit. Do it again and you'll fucking regret it." He keeps replaying Genghis's previous sentence about Elska, perplexed as the head Titer has only referred to her in the manner of respect before.

Genghis snaps his head to the left to look at Fushiguro. With a strained expression he approaches Toji and seethes, "I could've killed you long ago…", a maniacal smirk appears, "…perhaps Satoru Gojo will take care of that if I don't get to him first though..."

Toji allows his face to morph into a cold one to resemble his inner lack of patience, "Pretty dumb of you to not kill me when you capable.", shrugging his shoulders once. They glare at each other for an extended period of time, Toji keeping his cool so well that it further agitates the infuriated Titer. 'Did he seriously just threaten Gojo's life?', tramples Toji's thoughts while he loses all the trust he held with the man.

"I'm beginning to think so myself…", Genghis increases his presence, spitefully antagonizing Toji, "Foolish of me to think you were something better than you are."

Concerned for her boyfriend, Amnessia stands too, "Listen Temujin, you need to calm the fuck down, you're acting like a maniac!", reaching out for Genghis only to have her hands slapped away. She grunts but stomps her foot, "Everything will still work out! We'll figure out a way around this! WE ALWAYS DO."

Genghis pushes over the short table that was placed behind him but in front of them all, "WHY DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS?!", kicking at one of the legs until it snaps and flies a few feet away, "SATORU FUCKING GOJO WILL LIKELY NOT BE ONE SHE CAN CONTROL! WHAT ABOUT THIS DO YOU ALL NOT COMPREHEND?!!" Genghis proceeds to break another wooden leg.

A splinter flies into Suguru's face but he merely blinks and stoically keeps his stance. He is also profoundly bothered by his mentor's reaction. Everyone expected the result of him reporting the situation to be less than pleasant but what he's beholding with his very own eyes is something far beyond disappointment over a failure. Darting his view to Toji, Getou picks up on the fact that the giant is tired of watching this sorry episode as well. When Genghis tyrannically demands, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?", Suguru is narrows his eyes and rancorously questions, "Why do you want to know?"

"Sorry, bud but you're not going anywhere near them.", Toji puffs out his chest and folds his arms, half ready knock the fucker out. He snarls when Genghis begins to head in his direction and is able to sense the energy the Titer is gathering so he acts first. Snatching the golden-robed man by the neck, Toji instantly throws his mass into Genghis and slams the man down into the clay floor.

Genghis pries at Toji's fingers and wrist, "You…", he forces out in a compressed voice, "…you think your st-strength is going to be enough? JUST THIS?!"

Toji wrenches his grip more and wickedly chuckles before saying, "It seems to be doing me justice right now…", pressing Genghis deeper into the ground. He suffers from the Titer's verbal onslaught, the turned in him striving to kill the man for slandering his doll so profusely, "Maybe you'll die before any of this passes?"

Amnessia comprehends that her boy toy has been acting out but she can't simply stand by and let this happen so she looks to Toji and cries, "Let him go! Please!", tugging on Suguru's robes with fearful eyes, "Master Suguru, why aren't you doing anything?! TELL HIM TO STOP!!"

Suguru sighs regrettably but insists, "Toji, please don't do this, its not actually helping anything…"

Toji leans into Genghis's shaming face, "Hear that? You being a cock doesn't help either.", and throws him back into the floor before releasing him and instantly heading towards the door. He expects the Titer to retaliate but to his disbelief, Genghis huffs with embarrassment instead, 'He's lucky I have restraint but there will be no next time…'

Temujin brutishly brushes his fabric clean as if to wipe away the humiliation but rigidly announces, "You two, I will be leaving for a few days. This recent event has altered everything therefor I need to relay this where it needs to go." He looks at Suguru, "Try to maintain a hold on this situation for God's sake. We cannot afford any other blunders. Sain will be left in charge of compound management to ensure stability. He's at least capable." His tone is still condescending but Temujin sees the improvement of Getou's willingness to listen so long as he's not raising his voice. Regardless of the empathy he's being shown though, Genghis leans into his pupil's ear and quietly warns, "You better be the next to undergo this transformation or so help me, little one…"

Suguru wants to say something smart in response but he holds his tongue instead. 'Where the hell is he going?!', he starts speculating as Toji leans against the door. He perceives Genghis stifle angrily over to a tall white double-door cabinet, removing a 3 ½ foot skinny rectangular box. 'And what is that?', he ponders as his mentor quickly shuffles back into the kitchen area before standing still.

"Where are you going Temu?", Amnessia hurtfully asks but when he refuses to respond, her emotion ramps back up, "What is wrong with you?!" Her eyes tear up as she doesn't recognize this man as she's never seen him like this before, 'This must be as serious as we've discussed…'

Without saying a single word, Genghis closes his eyes and disappears from the room and compound all together.

Once it's just the three of them left, Toji cracks his knuckles and takes a deep breath before sharing, "I was about two words away from breaking his fucking neck." He's cognizant of how fearful the pseudo head was of Gojo turning becoming a reality but can't bring himself to rationalize the man's tantrum, "Sorry if that's too blunt but fuck him."

Suguru opens his arms to comfort Amnessia who's bawling at this point, wishing to hear her cries no more. He brings his gaze to Toji, "Well thank you for holding back. There hasn't been a single seen scenario where this plays out well though, so I understand him being upset but still…", his voice trails off as he lightly runs his hands over Amnessia's braids. He pulls away from her to lift her chin up and inform, "You know, beautiful girls shouldn't cry over assholes, right?"

Amnessia chuckles slightly through her clutter of tears and adds, "You don't know everything Master Suguru but I can promise you, this is very strange. I've never seen him so worked up and nasty before…"

Toji walks over to them both, "What else is there to know, miss?" He tapers his eyes and feels a looming chill wash over his body with his instincts educating in the absence of knowledge.

"I've never seen him like that before either.", Suguru admits. 'What was in that long box?', he examines all known possibilities but comes up empty handed. When Amnessia wipes her face and backs away, he puts his hand on her shoulder and soothes, "Why don't you go up to the spa and relax some, huh? Tell them to put in on his tab.", snickering when she rolls her eyes at the fact there is no actual cost.

"Ughhh…", she sighs, "Yeah…shit...I think I will." Amnessia is quick to gather her things up from the room, shaking her head to the chaotic mess Genghis made. As she walks past Toji, who intimidates her greatly, she tells him, "Hey umm, when Elska wakes up I'll take her there too. We got off on the wrong foot but I don't think she's half bad…despite her choice in men."

Toji ducks his head back as if to take it as an insult but when the pretty Titer winks at him, he understands she's trying to make light of the situation with Gojo. His expression softens; he gives her a warm smile and chimes, "I think she would love that. I will let her know."

Suguru sits down in the chair he was once in, removing his hair tie to relieve himself of some tension. The air is silent for a good couple of minutes as he and Toji both seem to contemplate on different things.

Waved by the lingering aggression, Getou takes his head into his hands, hunching over while thinking, 'I need to see her soon…', his heart longing for Elska even as he sifts through all of this hatred, 'But what if she switches?', pops into his head. Although the thought is haunting initially, Suguru finds himself sitting back up and leaning into the chair's support, 'Wait...maybe that's not a terrible thing…', he laughs to himself though as he has definitely grown to loathe that domineering side of her. He harbors and innate desire to be turned too even if he would never speak that to anyone else.

Toji doesn't sit but rather beings moving like he's going to leave and communicates, "She should be resting with Naoya but I'm going to go check on them." Suguru acknowledges this with an exhausted forced smile, leading Toji to also say, "We can talk more about this in a little while though. Just come by the room whenever…", and takes his leave.

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Naoya seats himself on the couch with Elska curled up into his lap. He sighs deeply while finally relaxing into the cushions and mumbles, "My princess, I will save you."

Elska turns her face from his chest to look up, "Will you, my prince?" Can you? Is it possible to?", where she smiles sweetly and balls up her arms and legs.

"On my life, I swear that I will.", Naoya tuts while admiring her beauty. Something feels off to him though, 'How did I not realize she was wearing this until now??', he thinks with wide eyes as they scan over Elska's elegant wedding dress.

He brings his fingers to the tiny frills that outline the low-cut V-neck design, completely speechless with how perfect she is while in it. "My bride…", he offers with a smile, the excitement of their matrimony coursing through his every nerve, "You're perfect." Naoya bends down as far as he can, which isn't enough and that causes him to tuck his arm underneath her back to lift her.

"Be mine forever princess...", he whispers before guiding the meeting of their lips. He hums to her gentility, the little ways she shows her fleeting frailty stealing his breath. Her nails caress his scalp which makes him melt into place and close his eyes to fully relish the sensation. Upon opening his gaze back into hers though, he becomes startled with her expression that surges him into a panic, "Baby? What's wrong?"

Elska's face twists into horror, paling as she sobs out, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!", and begins shrieking at the top of her lungs, flailing about while laying in Naoya's lap. "WHERE ARE YOU NAOYA!? WHY ISN'T IT BREATHING?!!"

"BABY! Breathi-what? Hey baby I'm right here!", Naoya calls out, trying to calm her but its no use, "ELSKA!" Choso suddenly enters the picture as if he randomly materialized but the monstrous expression the being wears riddles Naoya with alarm.

Choso hauntingly states with absolute calm, "You must understand, Naoya."

Confused, the blonde ignores his unusually eerie friend and grabs ahold of Elska's arms but she protectively forces her hands to her stomach and rolls over his knees and towards the floor.The Zenin launches forward to catch her but it's as if he's moving in slow motion, "ELSKA!!", her falling away just out of his reach. When she finally crashes into the ground, the Zenin abhorrently screams while witnessing her body shatter into thousands of pieces and violently scatter in every direction.

Naoya shoots up in the bed with a racing heart, "SH-S-SHIT!"

It takes him a moment to gather his yellow surroundings but as he runs his hand through his damp hair, he finally takes notice of Elska curled up to his right side. Stunned, he immediately wraps his arms around her, lying back down with welling eyes as he cradles her head into his chest.

"It was just a dream…", he tells himself out loud, needing the reassurance as he squeezes her tighter than usual, "It was just a dream…" After catching his breath, he reviews what he can remember: her in the dress, them kissing and then her breaking. The last image forces his eyes shut as he attempts to bury having been exposed to such a visual horror.

After his anxiety fades, he leans up in the bed to fight off overheating. He blames Gojo for this as the passed-out silver shaman who sleeps along the other edge seems to naturally produce tons of warmth. Naoya swings his foot under the covers to kick Gojo even while knowing that it wouldn't do any good anyways. With the heat mercilessly continuing, he considers getting away from Elska as she may already be soaked with his perspiration but he also is not in the mood to be even a foot from her. He shifts himself instead to free his legs from the sheets and removes what blankets him and adjusts it over her, only leaving her arm exposed so he can caress it.

Twisting his neck to look over Gojo, Naoya sighs and wonders, 'I wonder what he'll become… this has always been something to avoid.'

Even in the past when he worked with Getou, they were always trying to separate Satoru and her for many reasons; a key one being that after she turned Toji, they feared she'd do the same to him. Naoya knows for a fact now that there's a substantial power increase once turned but Gojo was already so dauntingly strong before that, there's no way anyone could even hope to fight his ass in the future. He raises his arm from Elska and brings his hand over to Gojo's chest, pinching it, "You dumb ass, you better not wake up a psychopath or I'm going to be really pissed off. I genuinely am used to you now."

Toji walks into the room at this time and looks at the full bed with a frown, "I don't think so…", he jokes with a serious tone. He ignores his cousin's words, "She wanted him to be in the bed.", as he scoops up Gojo to lay him awkwardly on the couch. As Toji is removing his shirt and pants he responds with, "I'll put him back once after I wake up. I'm exhausted." He crawls onto the mattress and slinks underneath the covers before noting, "Damn this spot is already warmed up for me!", scooting along the sheet, snuggling into place while discerning that Gojo is actually good for something. Without moving he questions Naoya, "How is she? Anything else happen?"

 Naoya tucks his hand under her face to peel away her sweat soaked hair so she doesn't lay on it, internally apologizing to her for his perspiring, "Nope, she's been asleep the whole time." He turns his head to look over at Toji, surprised by the weathered expression he wears,"Anything happen with you? What's on your mind?"

Toji huffs with a pout but rolls over and hooks his hand around Elska;'s thigh, "We're going to have to stay extra sharp boy, that Genghis cock was acting really crazy. Did he stop by at all?" The giant lifts the covers to see her back, comforted by her being in a dark grey slip with normalcy taunting him. He shifts towards her, leaning his lips into her shoulder, holding them there with his eyes closed.

"No, not that I'm aware of and what do you mean he was acting crazy?", Naoya feels restless after hearing this as he's been wanting to leave for a while now. His brow angles as he thinks about how they have Itadori with them to worry about too now. 'Add Sukuna to the list of threats…', he halfheartedly teases to himself.

Toji adjusts his right leg to push up against Elska's, "He was pissed. Throwing shit, yelling…it was bizarre actually." He sighs loudly, "But I guess this whole day was.", and pauses before continuing with, "What do we do if Gojo turns out the way they say he will? What if they're right? Will we...have to..."

Naoya darts his eyes to the silver shaman, still filled with admiration over how protective he was when they were attacked by Zenin, "Oh none of that now, let's have some faith! I mean...honestly Toji, could Gojo reeaaaally come out that much worse?", cackling to his own joke while comparing how much wilder Satoru is than the rest of them already.

"HAH!", belts out of Toji unexpectedly, he couldn't help it though. "Boy, you might be right about that one. Gojo's always been a mess!" He lifts his hand and pats his younger cousin's head, "Good on you for being positive. I really needed to hear that..."

Naoya perks up and smiles widely to the affection and proudly states, "Well someone has to keep shit together around here!"

Toji grins against Elska's shoulder, having settled back in his position to sleep, "Your skills will be tested soon, I'm sure.", thinking about how complicated things will become once Choso wakes up. A quiet, peaceful groan escapes his lips though as he secures his arm more around Elska once more. Her natural scent fills his senses which instinctively prompts him to nestle his face into her hair and think, 'Doll…'

Slumping back down into the dampened spot of the bed, Naoya almost complains but then comprehends how tired Toji must be, soon deciding he will deal with it. Quiet grumbles composed by the awareness represent him however but he soon silences as they both begin to drift off.

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A few hours have passed but now that he's showered and somewhat refreshed, Getou thinks to meet up with Toji and the others to plan their way through catastrophe.

"I miss my bed…", he asserts into the silence of Genghis and Amnessia's quarters, having never left. As Suguru dons his golden robes, he recalls his mentor's threat, "You better be the next to undergo this transformation or so help me, little one…" He scoffs at no one, utterly put off by such a statement and whines, "She was literally about to do it! I was at her mercy!" He fastens all of the ties and moves them around until they're comfortably resting along his hips but offers a deep exhalation of stress. He brings his fingers to the bridge of his nose, replaying the moment when Elska's pheromones rallied his deepest desires pertaining to her.

Suguru honestly despises being manipulated and his rage saw the surface then too but at the same time, he was more than willing to take her as she was demanding. He shakes off the shiver that cascades down his spine, wishing that he'll get to experience her soon enough. 'Never in my life have I chased after a woman so ridiculously…', echoing his mind as he walks through the main room and to the door. "I should probably help Amnessia clean this up later.", his last words as he leaves to rendezvous with his guests.

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Elska's eyes shoot open in the dark, her instantly being alert without any drowsiness. She takes a moment to appreciate the hands placed all over her; the sheer protection she feels from her lovers. One of Naoya's rests over her wrist but she sneakily brings it to her lips with a soft smile and wholeheartedly whispers, "My prince…" Reaching under the covers, she grabs up Toji's hand and raises his hand to her lips as well, "My beloved…" She could almost squeal with the amount of love they fill her with, thinking, 'I am the luckiest girl alive!', while lifting her head to find Satoru. A cold wave washes over her though as the memory of turning the Silver Shaman rampages her mind, making her launch up and out of the bed. "Sati!", she hastily whispers after finding him sprawled out over the little couch.

Having gotten up as quietly as she could, Elska now kneels down by Gojo, gliding her fingertips across his forehead to brush his hair away. A tear leaves her eye as she thinks about how recklessly she took his life for her own. "My sweet, sweet Sati…", she whimpers, hoping that he won't be too upset with her over the abrupt decision.

She wasn't feeling like herself though when she did it and now it's begging her to wonder if it was ever her choice at all.

'He almost looks happy.', she thinks as she squints her eyes to observe the hinting grin resting on his slumbering face. That would be nice but she sighs with doubt however, not wanting to dilute anything simply to make herself feel better or less guilty. Slightly tarnished by the subject, Elska twists to view Naoya and Toji which is when she becomes concerned with how there's no way she'll fall back asleep, 'I have far too much energy now.'

Tip toeing, she walks to the bathroom and feels around for her black robe and wrapping it around her body. 'Maybe I'll go check on Itadori, see if he's doing alright…', her not being sure where he is to begin with. The impulsive action ceases when Elska catches a glimpse of her silhouette in the mirror though, but now that it's in view she leaks hatred for her own form as it seems completely monstrous now. Wanting to put the subconscious sight behind her and be productive, she blows quiet kisses to her lovers and sneaks out of the door into the hall, gently pulling it closed.

'I hope Itadori isn't too far…', the thought of getting lost or running into trouble humbly beckoning for her to stay put as she takes a breath and prepares to face the Titer lair.

When Elska turns around though, fright compels her to yelp as she clearly wasn't expecting anyone to be there.

Suguru swiftly places his hand over her mouth and informs, "It's just me! Please don't scream!" When Elska nods after calming down, Suguru chuckles and removes his hand, "What are you doing out here little one? I was on my way to meet you all.", attempting to stave off the need to rake his eyes over her little sleep dress that's showing more than usual.

"I…I can't go back to bed, I'm wide awake now for some reason…", Elska points her eyes to floor, cheeks reddening once the memories of Suguru pinning her against Choso after she switched floods her brain. 'Jesus…he had his fingers…', but the thought is cut short when Getou breaks the silence and suggests going on a walk. Still far too embarrassed to look at him, she kindly agrees to it and lets him lead the way.

Getou wasn't at first sure as to why Elska's behaving so sheepishly but gathers by her jitteriness that it must be because of what transpired earlier. He hides his smile as he's since thought about it as well, though he doesn't know how conveying that will make her feel any better. After a few moments of awkward silence, he prods, "Did you sleep well?", but he doesn't hear her response and instead has to look to her to gauge. His feet completely stop after his eyes fall to her; she's walking slowly and he guesses its due to the discomfort of the cold floor against her bare feet.

"I know I suggested a walk, but you performing one is not necessary.", is all Suguru huffs before scooping her up into bridal carry. She gasps initially but he's happy to see that she doesn't seem to detest this idea. "Why wouldn't you say anything? I know better than anyone how unforgiving this compound can be."

Elska swivels her head all over as she stiffly rests in his arms, "I umm…", she begins until they make eye contact, forcing her to look away, "…I didn't want to be a bother." She jumps to the unexpected haughty laugh that leaves him, cowering down to shyly rest her head against his shoulder.

"I deem that you are many things Elska Oda but a bother is not one of them.", he reassures as they head through the halls. Her lack of reaction tells him she doesn't believe it so he reiterates, "I am speaking of you solely, not that thing that comes out of you." Elska sinks to his words, him instantly regretting having putting it that way,'Shit.' Nervously, Getou scurries through his mind for a way to save himself from walking the plank, finally chiming out, "I'm not terribly mad at her either, just a little confused by how she does things…", plaguing the air with a white lie but one he's willing to live with so long as she doesn't feel any worse for it.

Elska lifts her face and stares at him with muddle, "I…she…whatever it is, was trying to lure you in Suguru, I'm really sorry that I wasn't able to stop that…" Heat rises to her cheeks when he jets his dark eyes to her, not understanding what his expression is for.

"Elska, have I given you any indication that I am angry or even upset over that?", he sternly questions, not meaning to sound so commanding. She slowly shakes her head no so he creates his smile and adds, "It's because a piece of me wants that too."

Elska sharply inhales; she wasn't prepared for him to be so honest about something so forbidden. Not being sure with how else to react she changes the subject, "So do we have a destination or are we just aimlessly wandering?", giggling towards the end as she is secretly relieved to know he's not put off by what happened earlier. He goes to respond but she watches his attention being drawn to the right where Suguru call out, "Keep the good work up!", and her eyes trail over to two Titers that seem to be putting their focus to the walls.

Suguru hears them whisper, "Oh that's his bride!! We should have some powerful heirs soon!", and falsely clears his throat with apprehension since he's sure Elska heard them too. 'Wouldn't that be nice?', is his thought but his awkward laughter is all that comes out. As they turn the hall and descend lower into the compound, he asks her, "Would you like to see my project room? It's where all the art happens!", becoming relaxed again when she smirks and says yes. "Then we're not aimless, we have purpose.".

Once they get to the door, Suguru puts Elska down to her feet and bashfully admits, "It may be a little messy but there's a method to my madness! I also have some rugs in here so your feet will be better off."

She can't help but titter to how human he can be, still reeling over this insecure man having been buried under the ominous enemy she's known for so long. Timidly, she enters the large room but her eyes flare open with amazement as she takes in all of his different talents.

There's a station set up for painting, one for weaving, there's even giant marble slabs that suggests he can even chisel art. "WOW!", is all she can form as she scans the walls to view past works, utterly mesmerized by his skill. When she turns around and sees the lone table with a bouquet of at least 20 metal roses on it though, she stops in place.

With an amorous smile, Suguru walks to the bundle of flowers and lifts them to carry towards her, "Yes, these are for you…" Elska cautiously reaches out to accept them as if she shouldn't but he emphasizes, "These will suit no other woman, you have to take them!", laughing deeply as her cheeks blush once again. "I was inspired by your wings Elska."

She hugs the sturdy set and even tries to smell them, snickering to herself as Getou noticed it too. A part of her trembles as she murkily recalls him once admitting that they were uniquely gorgeous, the agony from her stolen wing sending phantom pains through her back. Shunning the horrible memory, she openly confesses, "I don't know what to say…"

"Say you'll be open minded, little one.", the forwardness of his own words shocking him, "Uhh…I mean about the alliance!"

Elska playfully exhales through her nose and raises an eyebrow to the tall Titer, "To the future…riiiight…", cackling at his tight-lipped expression as they both know that's not at all what he was hinting towards. She feels like she could loosen up though, the pressure alleviating itself as their eyes meet and they shuffle around the uncertainties. She stretches her neck to the sides and huffs, "God…this has been so strange…everything that's happened while staying here…"

Suguru notes that she seems tense and moves towards her with open hands, eyeing her shoulders, "May I?" Her eyes widen but he swears on scout's honor that he will only massage her defenses rightfully crumble and she lets him.

Standing behind her, he brushes Elska's hair to left side and slides the robe off her shoulders, "You can set those roses down if you want, it'll be better if you do." He rubs the palms of his hands over the junctions where her neck joins with her arms, breathing deeply over how small she is compared to his hands. When he starts kneading his thumbs along her spine and neck, she moans pleasantly but he has to pretend like he didn't hear it. Hoping to introduce more platonic sounds, he asks, "When was the last time your back was rubbed, Elska?", feeling the knots everywhere.

Elska doesn't mean to keep silence but she's trying to recall her last body massage and can't. "I don't actually know!", she states with astonishment. It doesn't matter now though because she feels herself becoming putty under his dexterous touch and unfortunately it makes her wonder how many things Suguru's capable of. His hands abruptly stop thought and she juts out her bottom lip, not regulating her disappointment for the fleeting wonderment.

He can see her reaction to his ceasing movements from overhead and with a glint of pride instructs, "Here, why don't you lie down, I'll make you a spot." Getou's instantly grabbing all of the blankets and anything that could provide cushion and is sprawling them on a wide green rug while thinking, 'If only I'd ordered a bed to be put in here!', but not doesn't let it crush his hopes. After he's satisfied with his makeshift mat, he pats the center of it and motions for her to join him.

Elska flusters and swallows her breath as she lowers herself onto the ground, knowing damn good and well that this may lead them somewhere she shouldn't be allowing. 'It felt so good though!', she validates as she lays flat on her stomach with the exception of her arms supporting her face. Her heart races from feeling his heavy stature straddle her rear, the heat rushing through her body as she allows herself to remain in denial about this interaction.

She gasps unexpectedly when he rests his weight into his palms and intensely pushes up on her entire back, on either side of her spine, 'Oh my God…so good.' She inadvertently squirms around as he works his way to her shoulder blades, his thumbs finding every spot that needed attention and some areas she had no idea event hurt. She decides to quit stirring once the tiniest groan exudes from him, causing her to realize she's only stoking the fire.

Suguru is already throbbing but he pushes this fact to the back of his mind and elates over this opportunity to show his usefulness. After working on her shoulders, he trails his nails down her back, loving how her breath quickens as his hands near her hips. Adjusting himself to posture over her thighs, he bites his lip and questions if he's taking this too far, just like his hands. 'Should I risk it?', he anxiously debates but fills with resolve as he bundles up the meat of Elska's rear into his grasp.

She whimpers loudly and he wishes it were an inviting one but still nonetheless, 'She's enjoying this…' He works his hands and thumbs tenderly around her tailbone but with pressure, breaking apart the stiff muscles that attach from her back to his favorite spot. The laborious task remains safe until Elska's robe begins to lift, burdening his now widened eyes with the view of her bareness as she cruelly isn't wearing anything under the slip. Suguru's eyes rush to Elska's face to see if she's aware of him being able to see but he instead takes in how she's digging her nails into the blankets. 'Fuck…', A blast of desire stings his existence so he throws his head up to glare at the ceiling in search for answers as to what he should do.

Elska opens her eyes when his hands leave and she contemplates on if she should just be satisfied with what's already been rubbed. "That was really nice Suguru, thank you…", she sincerely tells him this as he's shifting his weight off of her and she rises to her knees and stretches her arms out, feeling physical reprieve in comparison to before.

Suguru only moved from over top of her, but he never got up, 'Damn it, why did I stop?!' As he observes her from behind though, he feels a prick of unhinged courage and pulls her body back against his chest, anchoring her there with a hand on her hip while his other glides fingertips along across her breasts. Inhaling her aroma, Getou slowly gropes her little hills and finds himself unable to fight off his urges anymore as he senses her lack of urgency to get away. "Little one…", he whispers into her ear, "Fall for me."

Elska places her hands over his and squeezes them as she's about to reflexively rip them off of her but his words bring her to a state of unorthodox ease. She feels herself being rotated to lay on her back and helplessly falls to his whims. 'Why can't I tell him no? Why don't I want to?', she grits her teeth and stares up into him with tearful, confused eyes.

After removing his hair-tie, Suguru lowers himself to hover over her with his black strands of hair surrounding both of their faces. He studies her watering eyes with a furrowed brow, not wanting to cause her sorrow by his actions. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Elska?", he calmly asks while brushing his thumb over her cheek to wipe the tear before it fell. Her face only morphs into one that tells him she's fighting their chemistry and he's back to battling if this is the right time or not. He reluctantly goes to sit up but to his surprise, sinks closer instead.

Elska cries out, "We shouldn't be doing this!", drowning into depression as she pictures her lovers' faces if they ever found out about the developing bond that has been nourishing between the two. "I should be uncomfortable…", her voice quivering as she looks away from his heavy gaze.

As she's emotionally unraveling underneath him, Getou defiantly dips his neck and rests his lips against hers. He was half prepared for her to rage out but she doesn't at all; she instead allows him to do what he pleases. 'Is this going to make things worse?', he frantically wonders as he slips his tongue into her mouth, fueled by her letting him in. "Fuck…", but this time he mutters it out loud, defeated by his own male drive when she insecurely whimpers into him.

Elska holds her breath as Suguru shreds off his robes and lines their bodies up, half wanting to stop this, half wanting to return his affections. She observes his tenacious soul as it moves him in ways that also seem disconnected from thought but before long, they're panting into each other desperately and his arms lift her waist. Her own voice betrays her as he grinds against her womanhood, her arousal darkening all fabric but her eyes find their way to his face and his expression steals her breath as his obvious hunger ravages her imagination.

"HE IS WORTHY."

Elska jumps.

"HE WILL BE YOURS."

The ancestral guide blares into her consciousness, sending her into a trance as she relaxes her weight into his hold. "Suguru…", she coos as he lowers her back into the floor, her eyes shutting as her judgement ceases to exist. She finds her legs being spread apart by his large hands, his breath dancing along her inner thigh.

Getou watches her rustle about as he leaves light but wet kisses all the way up to sensitive areas. He groans wantonly as his lips ghost over her labia and suffers her saccharine sounds of anticipation. After licking up her slit once, he announces, "You taste like flowers…", moaning as it was something his tongue needs to immediately decipher again. With his eyes straining to remain on Elska, he lowers his mouth and begins devouring her as if her slick is the essence of life. Her hips buck around but he holds her in place as he uses his 30 years of experience to perform the most masterful oral he is capable of.

Elska has to cover her mouth to hush herself as her eyes threaten to lose focus. She can't even definitively tell what he's doing to her, she can only react with lustful incantations that merely resemble words. She makes the mistake of propping herself up on her elbows and looking down at him while he feverishly laps up any evidence that she was wanting in the first place. His dark eyes are narrow in a heated way that alluringly warns her of his need to make her writhe.

Getou takes in her flushed expression, being overjoyed by this meeting and dashes up to her lips again, making her taste herself on his tongue. He grins into her as she accepts this action, becoming further riled up with passion as she submissively moans.

"Elskaa…", he slips two fingers inside of her while they kiss, his smirk widening as she cries out in felicity. He finds himself nearly growling to that response, heaving in air with an open mouth before crashing his lips to now eat her sounds. "I would tear you apart…", he implies, inciting more whimpers from her rapidly heating body.

"Shit…no, no, no!", Elska wails out, helplessly locking glowing eyes with Getou right before her pheromones rip through the open space. Her back arches as the release spills through, her contemplating on if she came or not as well based off how heavenly it all feels. To her dismay though, she's forced to speculate in fear while she listens to him taking deep breaths, riddled with uneasiness as she accepts what she's gotten herself into.

Suguru huffs up the scent and nearly buckles over to its brainwashing effects. "Elska…", he softly calls out to her, waiting for her to open her eyes. He's clenching his jaw and straining his body to stop it from moving on its own, dreadfully waiting for her approval before he allows himself to act. When she opens them though, he perceives flashes of the colorful dashes and begins to fear that she's going to switch, knowing he'll actually become the prey if she does.

Images of her lovers flash before her eyes as if her subconscious was trying to remind her of her place. She can't deny that something about being with Suguru feels good though, despite their history and how much her turned already reject him. 'Is this right??', her mind interrogates itself as she's coming to her senses and building up the courage to tell him to stop but then, another wave ruptures from her very core.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit…", Getou spouts as he lowers his head, shaken by the doubling effects that make it feel as though he's unable to withstand the need to feel her.

Suguru forces Elska down onto her back again and lays his weight into her with haste, fumbling to yank his briefs down.

"I can't…I can't stop.", he utters honestly with remorse in his voice as he pushes lines his tip up and nudges it through her arousal.

Elska whines to his girth stretching her but even in this daze, he notices that she isn't clawing his eyes out; not that it would matter since this is no longer something he can control. As he anchors in and bottoms out within her, they simultaneously gasp, the silence only drowned out by her squeaks that are contorted through his rolling hips.

Elska clings to Getou as he rocks his body, otherwise limp to his size demanding space within her. She feels the sweat accumulating along his skin as he maneuvers his sword through her sheath, panting to the mixture of pain and pleasure. Rallied by passion though, Suguru hikes her left leg up and roughly clutches her waist, pulling her down towards him so he can go deeper. She throws her head back and is helpless to the kisses that adorn her jawline but is soon being obligated by his guidance to for their lips to meet. As he parts her further, she cries out to his angle and swears he's attempting to crack open her cervix.

Falling into an animalistic way, Suguru snatches her throat while he increases his pace, plummeting through her glistened core. She wraps her hands around his forearm but doesn't push it away so he gathers she's a fan of this. He moves his thumb from the side of her neck but only so he can lean down bite her in that exactly spot, scorching his rhythm when she contracts around him as a result.

"I want you to be mine, Elska…", he informs as he sails through her without resistance, "You have to be mine."

Getou now raises the hand that was fastened around her thigh and smacks the exposed side of her rear. When she breathlessly mewls, his brow furrows immeasurably. Accompanied by some of his most intrusive thoughts, he rests inside her for a second before reaching for her wrists and binding them with his hair tie. Dragging his tongue from her chest up to her neck, he uses his weight to keep her arms above her head while securing her back into the makeshift mat.

Elska doesn't even fight him but rather lets him have his way. There's something dark but also extremely sensual about Getou's mannerisms and she can't help but reflect on how they're similar to Satoru's. But as this thought collects into her mind, she's pulled from their waltz and becomes heavy-hearted with what it is they're doing. Tears begin to spill from her eyes but for some reason, she tries to hide it from Suguru as she doesn't want him to think she's physically harming her, though she hasn't any other idea how to get the depressing point across to him. Before she knows it though, he's back to motioning through her and the sensations his throbbing erection gives as he now massages her internally, makes her eyelids flutter.

Suguru raises his body so he can watch the beauty of him coursing through her, a sight he's been dying to see. Elska takes this opportunity to lift her arms up but he smiles devilishly and clicks his tongue, "Not uh…I don't think so…", engaging a small amount of gravity over them so they remain pinned against the floor. He was worried this would frighten her but he bites his lip as she vivaciously glares to his ways. Only in this second is he grateful for her pheromones and how they gave him the push needed to finally enact his desires.

He feels himself teetering towards an all too early release but refuses to finish until she does again so he begins exploring her in ways to find out what is that makes her tick. He teases her nipples while looking down at her, understanding that she likes this but that's not what he was searching for. While jutting his hips, watching her breast bounce out of the dark grey slip to his impacts, he brings his index and middle finger to her lips, asking for entry. When she opens her mouth, he presses down on her tongue and finds his own lips parting as she sucks them, "Yes, little one…" He actually enjoys this more than anything as the lewdness of her suction combats the divinity of her leaking walls. "You're a pretty wild girl, aren't you?", his tone felt far too lecherous but to his surprise, it seems to enhance her torture as she's now spasming around him and moaning relentlessly which makes him double over and fuck her through the orgasm. He's back to holding her throat as she cries out senselessly, his mouth resting against her neck with flat, clamping teeth as her voice continues to soar octaves higher.

Elska has turned into a pile of rambling mush as Suguru has purposefully intended. She lies there trotting through her regrets while her nerves explode to the wonderful rush of his efforts. She opens her eyes to discover his satisfaction and for the first time ever, mentally visualizes the Titer into her life.

Getou wipes the sweat from his face with his hand but remains over top Elska where he wishes he could freeze this moment of time. He doesn't know what to say to explain himself nor what to ask to figure out her current feelings so they stare at each other in silence until he teases his softening length with a nudge.

Elska buries her culpable moan and ruefully whispers, "I can't...I can't believe we just…"

"What?", Suguru asserts his negating feelings of complicity by calming adding, "Made love?" He anticipated her to giggle or brush the comment off but what he finds behind her bewildered expression is the unspoken possibility that she's reconciling with this. Rendered ignorant by the mysteriously lovely feeling this gives him, he leans down one final time to kiss her.

But the door to the room slams open though and both of their heads snap into the direction of it.

"BABY!"

Naoya stumbles back into Toji upon witnessing what he believes to be a sexual attack, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!!!" He can sense Suguru's gravity, that being the thing that alerted them to come running in the first place and now he witnesses the tears spilling from Elska's eyes and how her wrists are bound above her head, the Titer's hand wrenching her throat. Blinded by fury, Naoya roars as his wings form and eyes blare with illumination, him salivating at the thought of tearing Getou wide open.

Toji follows his cousin's lead in this and is soon in turned form and ready to take Suguru down. He fucking knew something odd was budding between his doll and the Titer but he never would have guessed that they were this involved. Toji's rage takes life when his heart breaks at the thought of the Getou taking advantage of her inconsistent and flourishing confusion.

"It all comes with a price, little one…", Suguru wisely whispers this to Elska, tucking himself back into his briefs and releasing her from his gravity with sorrowful eyes directed towards her, "…but it was worth it."