Worlds Away (JJK AU)

Naoya engages his projection technique and viciously charges towards Getou, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?"

Suguru has time to prepare for the physical impact of the Zenin's hatred but that hardly helps lessen the damage. He takes the haymaker to the chin and slumps back into the jagged indentation where his body has been thrown into the wall.

"Oh my G-...NAOYA!", Elska brokenheartedly screams after comprehending that her prince is misunderstanding what's actually occurred. Before she can continue pleaing though, Toji's arms scoop her up and carry her to the other side of the room. She thrashes around in his fastened hold, "Toji! Please!! I have to stop them!", desperately wishing to explain.

Her beloved huffs with an agitated expression; wanting to acknowledge her sincerity but also angered by how her and Getou were found. Ultimately unwilling to negotiate, he sets her down in the farthest corner and coldly inserts, "Stay here doll, this is something Naoya needs to do." As soon as Toji turns around to assist his cousin however, Elska is already trying to run past him, "Damn it.", so he snatches a wrist and traps her against his chest as she kicks and sobs. Toji lowers his head. He's not wanting to upset her but with the image of Suguru between her legs lurking in his mind, he admittedly squeezes Elska until she settles down.

Naoya brings his arm back, "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!?", infusing the swing with projection and connecting to Getou's face, "JUST COULDN'T STAY AWAY FROM HER?!" With rapid speed, he's pummeling the dazed, half-naked Titer back into the wall until he thinks Suguru is losing consciousness, which is when he stops. "No, you will endure this…", poisonous intent seethes from Naoya with glowing eyes that reflect off of Getou's skin, "I want you to feel this."

Suguru coughs to clear his airwaybut wickedly smiles, flares of inevitability ramping up his adrenaline. He waits for the Zenin to lose patience and when he does, without so much as an indication, Getou jerks his neck forward and harshly headbutts the blonde in the nose.

Naoya grabs his face, "OW-FUCK!"

Getou's forced to immediately duck as the Zenin swings with energized fists again but he tucks his body to roll away from the wall, escaping the corner. The headbutt bought him a few seconds but as he watches Naoya wipe the blood away, Suguru understands that he's underestimated the Zenin when the battered blonde brutishly growls with determination. Being able to tell that he's about to use his projection again, Suguru mischievously licks his lips and taunts, "Mmmm...sorry, it's just that...Elska has such a sweetest tasting pussy…" His eyes angle with excitement when Naoya roars and launches at him, a maniacal laugh escaping as he calmly engages his Time Dilation and enjoys fulfillment from the Zenin's stupor.

Naoya feels like he's in slow motion again, so heavy and inefficient even as he tries to heighten his speed. 'It's like the day we were attacked…', he discerns, the frustration and hatred simmering into an emulsified concauction of self-guiding disdain. He perceives the arrogant expression on Getou's face and it agitates him until the golden light travels over his body in refute to the Titer's arrogance. 'I'll obliterate this fucker…', Naoya thinks as he attempts to focus enough energy for scalar warfare but suddenly senses a change in Suguru's scheme.

She feels it too, "NAOYA PLEASE!!!" Elska twists in Toji's arms to see them but right as she does, she's helplessly made to witness her prince being slammed into the ground by Getou's gravity. Although she was wanting to save them both from this fight, the sight of Naoya being crushed triggers a menacing wave of energy from Elska and before she knows it, Toji and Suguru are being blown off of their feet.

Equally bewildered by thus, Elska turns to worriedly eye Toji, never in her life wanting to cause him harm but gathers he's merely feeling the disorienting affects the instinctual attack. "I'm so sorry my beloved…I didn't mean to...", but wails as she runs full force towards Naoya, dropping down beside him and looking over his wounds with tears in her eyes.

Suguru has difficulties getting to his feet and is swaying as his disrupted equilibrium falsely conveys that the world is spinning. Using the small desk where his paint station is, he strains to steady his stance and is noticing that Toji isn't having much luck either across the room. "Was that...her??", he mutters to himself with disbelief and then slips off the desk and nearly back into the floor. With grunts pressuring his lips to to blow apart, his winded trials fall silent when his eyes fall to Elska and how she's frantically crying above Naoya who wears a beaten grin.

He can't stand that. It enrages Getou actually. How can Elska only seem to focus on Naoya when he suffers wounds too. Angrily angling his brow, Suguru wears his jealousy and stumbles over towards them.

Toji is finally able to regain his composure, "Damn, I hate it when she does that…", chuckling to himself and shaking his head to fling off the effects. He gathers that it seems as though that random attack might have knocked the violence down a notch but then he hears Naoya shouting so he darts his view over to find out why,which is when his emerald eyes strikes maroon and widen.

What he discovers is Suguru aggressively latching his lips to Elska's, a clear method of creating insanity.

With a fed-up grunt, Toji walks until his feet are running, his voice bellowing through the air as he leaps over Elska and onto the Titer, "YOU'RE JUST GOING TO KEEP TRYING US UNTIL WE KILL YOU, HUH?!!!" Toji pins Suguru into the floor by the throat with his left hand and barrels down heavy fists with his right.

Naoya sits up and grabs Elska's jaw, searching her eyes for residual repulsion over Getou's kiss but all they communicate to him though is an apology. The very possibility of her not hating that piece of shit stings his heart and compels him to simply say, "No baby…", pulling her forehead against his own, "No." He keeps Elska propped into him until his vision darts to Suguru sending cursed energy into Toji's bare chest. He snarls and goes to move and back his cousin up but sees that although it may have pinched, Toji is not about to stopped so easily.

Elska reaches out towards her beloved, "To-", but meets eyes with Suguru. Even through all of the chaos she swears he managed to wink, that or the blood from his split brow was obstructing the use of his eye. None the less, she holds her breath as he actively runs from Toji, whispering under her breath, "Get away...run...please…",secretly urging the Titer's escape as he's cornered against one of the giant marble slabs. "SUGU-…", she tries to call out to him but Naoya's hand is soon covering her mouth and is manually directed to look away but a horrific shrill leaves her when Toji swings.

All one can hear is the devastating POW that crumbles the marble and its followed by heaving and tumbling smaller pieces of stone.

Elska pries her way to see, "Oh-My-God-did-he…"

It would appear as though Getou managed to evade the punch but Elska feels a wave of terror after seeing how Toji's attack completely decimated the upper half of the solid block. She knew this was bad and all but the harsh potency of her lovers' quarrel finally sets it, 'He's really going to kill him!'

Suguru falls to ground with shock in his eyes as he gathers that had he not been so quick, that would have been it for him. His stunned view glues to the giant, fear taking over and causing utter immobility, 'Holy shit...Toji's fucking serious…', mouthfeeding the Titer with woes as he finally understands just how much shit he's stepped into this time. "T-Toji…", Getou lifts a hand from the floor, "...hold on…", but he's left somewhat helpless when Fushiguro mercilessly charges back at him. Suguru sheilds himself the best he can but when random energy flies into Toji's back and knocks the giant to his knees, Getou is instantly scooting away while turning to see who would've helped him. His heart smiles when the bonds of loyalty shine, "Sain…"

Naoya grabs Elska's face and deeply kisses her before muttering, "Protect yourself princess…" He balls up his fists and roars into the room, salivating at the much deserved massacre he has in mind. Elska's voice calls to him but the Zenin hyperfocuses on his injuries so he half flies over to Sain, landing and throwing the Titer into the wall before sinking his fangs into the man's neck in order to replenish his damaged body.

Sain yelps, "AHHH!", but is otherwise unable to fight Naoya off. With all of his might he repels the Zenin unsuccessfully; kicking and swinging but with this being the first time he's ever been bitten, ends up stammering with frozen surprise. Sain babbles at the rate in which he's losing consciousness but Naoya is soon brought to the ground by Getou's gravity. This frees him from Naoya's teeth but the abrupt action also exaggerates Sain's wound since the Zenin's teeth were sliced down his neck.

Toji sneaks up behind Suguru nearing his hands together, "Leave him alone you piece of SHIT!", he yells it as he brings his cojoined fists down across the nape of Getou's neck and it does the trick. Naoya is soon alleviated of the extra gravity when Suguru falls to the floor seeing stars but instead of leaving it be, Toji's straddling over the Titer's back to finish the job.

Elska releases another sonic wave and an unholy sound.

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"Brat! Wake up!"

"Hmm...wh-huh?", Itadori blinks open his eyes, not recognizing his surroundings at first. He looks around the nightlight lit room with the hint of anxiety until his gaze lands on Choso. "Oh! That's right…", he quietly remembers, seconds passing as previous events pley through his mind. He blushes and touches his lips after recalling how Sukuna fed Elska his blood though, instantly panicking, 'NOBURA IS GOING TO KILL ME!'

Sukuna, who has manifested on the side of Itadori's face informs him, "There's a fight somewhere below us, brat. Your friends are involved or are you too fucking derpy to care?"

"OH SHIT!", hollers Itadori as he jumps to his feet, now feeling exactly what the curse was talking about. Taking a moment to hone into the different energies, he discerns that indeed Toji, Naoya, Elska and some others are going at it. He begins freaking out and pacing until a breeze whips across his abdomen where a huge section of his shirt is missing and he's raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that silver cunt got me but I healed your body so it should be fine. Don't be such a puss.", Sukuna enlightens with urgency in his voice, "Now get with it, brat!"

Itadori freezes in place when the walls shake and Elska's presence can be detected, surging, "EL!" Yuuji turns to his sleeping brother, "You...uh...just wait here, Choso!", and darts for the door. When he opens it though, an ominous outpour of energy begins exuding from Choso, it being so thick and creepy that Itadori immediately gulps down air before cautiously turns around, asking, "Umm...Choso?", with a nervously high-pitched tone.

"Brat!", Sukuna demands Yuiji's attention but it's as if the boy has been scared stiff, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Right before them, Choso eerily sits straight up in the bed with deeply red luminescent eyes which cautiously backs Itadori out of the door. He knows somethings off and carefully interrogates, "Choso, wha…what is it?", but squeaks when the being ferociously growls and gathers to his knees. 'Why is his energy like that?!', Itadori wonders, wincing as Choso calls for his wings and then positions himself as if he were about to start running a relay on the mattress, "Ch…Choso?"

"BRAAAAT! GET OUT OF HIS WAY!", Sukuna hollers and just in time. No sooner than he says the words, Choso launches off of the bed and towards the open door. Itadori rolls backwards into the hallway, landing against the opposite wall and has to curl up and cover himself as debris falls down overtop of him from where Choso rammed it.

Choso merely looks down at Itadori with crazed eyes but as he's menacingly lowering himself over the boy, Elska's sonic wave shakes the walls again, giving the hybrid his purpose.

"El…skahhhhh…", the being barbarically groans as he turns his head to the right and attempts flying through the hall.

Sukuna screams, "He's-going-after-the-winged-wench!", trying to coach Itadori through the madness, "FOLLOW HIM!"

Choso is already down the end of the hallway banking another right and clipping his wings on various structures of the compound.

"STOP!!!", Itadori cries out with unease as he gears himself to catch up. Luckily, Yuiji is substantially faster than your average human so after a strong start, he's able to close the distance between them. As he progresses along the path though, Choso's blood becomes evident and is smeared along the walls. "He's hurting himself!", Itadori gasps with horror as he runs over and past dark red mangled feathers that are scattered across the floor. As he's chasing his brother, Itadori's attention is stolen upon seeing two Titers that are working on the walls. "Oh no...GET AWAY!", he warns with all of his vocal might.

But he was too late.

Choso sends his fist through the chest of the man he reaches first and then swiftly grabs, rotates and breaks the neck of the other while roaring at the top of his lungs. He stands over the bodies for a moment, just staring at them with hunger but his mission to reach Elska consumes his mind once more.

"That's it kid, let me handle this.", is all Sukuna declares before taking over Itadori's body. He winds up kneeling into the floor as the boy fights him for dominance so he announces, "I won't kill him! I know he's important!", and meets with relief when Itadori ultimately gives in, reassured by Sukuna's words that harm won't befall Choso.

"Alright then…", the curse confidently ensures, all of his eyes following the bloodied walls and feathers, "Cuhtli...you fucking owe me." Sukuna runs as fast as he can, narrowly maneuvering around the tighter corners until he spots the chaotic hybrid once more. 'We're getting close…', he thinks as he senses Elska better and so in a noble attempt to warn the others he shouts, "WEEENNNNNNNCHH!"

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Sain is still palming his neck as he scurries to reach Getou, "Master Suguru!" He shakes his leader's body until signs of him coming to, surface. But alarm sets in, "Get up Master Suguru! We have to GO!", he insists as the unmistakable hybrid can be felt gaining on their location.

With wide eyes, Toji snaps his view to Elska and takes in how she's stuck in place and reacting to Choso's arrival. "Shit…", he grits he teeth as his own memories of waking berate his soul; knowing that it's very possible Choso could treat her cruelly. "Not good…", he heavily sighs through his nose and shouts for Naoya who's picking himself off of the floor, "COME ON BOY! HE'S COMING!"

Elska's terrified as her imagination runs wild; brutal imagined scenes of Choso ravaging her eclipsing thoughts as she makes out the convoluted state of his energy. "Please…no…", she whimpers and a tear falls from her face. His distant roar chills her veins, the absolute savage hunger communicated within his call resonating deeply.Shefearfully screams out of instinct but the room falls silent aside from Sukuna who can be heard shouting, "WEEEENNNNNNNCH!"

Toji is soon standing in front of her, blocking her view of the door but she peeks around him with trembling lips, "OH MY GOD!" Elska cries as she catches a glimpse of Sukuna being flung into the hallway's wall, dust clouding into the room from the newly accumulating powdered clay.

Elska wants to stay in Toji's protection but she also knows that they're all in serious danger while Choso is in this state. She's honestly also afraid to bond with the being as she doesn't want to eat the abuse nor does she know what this will do to their dynamic but she's not about to let more bloodshed occur on her behalf. The true yet fleeting courage she forms dissipates however as she steps from behind Toji to make her eyes befall upon the silhouette of the hybrid as he eerily saunters through the doorway.

Naoya sharply inhales and whines quietly as his eyes find Elska, "Cho...no...don't do it!", begging with a broken voice. Still being rather injured, the Zenin trips with his declined coordination and lands on his knees, the horror of his friend fucking his princess spiraling him into despair. His hands reach into his hair and pull on strands; he's not even gotten over finding Suguru on top of her, "Gyaaahhhhh WHYYYY?", the maddening vice grip of his disgust for Elska being at their mercy causing his heart to writhe in despondence.

Sain falls silent but he firmly places his palm on Getou's chest to keep him down, "Don't move, Master Suguru.", he advises while anxiously watching the situation unfold. He thinks back to Genghis's explanation of the ritual performed once a turned awakens and wonders, 'What happens if we're all in here and not just the two of them? Will the hybrid seriously try to elimate us just because we're in the vicinity?!', and with a heavy heart, his gut tells him nothing good.

Elska hopelessly watches Choso react to Naoya's words and stampede towards her prince, "Naoya!!!!" She's completely mortified by how mangled the being's dark crimson wings are, the tips rubbed raw to the bone from him scraping them against the walls. She feels Toji's hand grab her wrist but as Naoya and Choso begin viciously combating, she comes to terms with what she has to do.

"CHOSO!", Elska boldly shouts, "IT'S ME YOU WANT, RIGHT?!"

Choso receives a strong punch to the face from Naoya but it hardly seems to bother him. The being's breathing quickens until he finds her, "EL…SKA…", his starved tone emulating the need of his master. Destined by their bond, Choso then opens his wings back up and pushes off the ground towards her but abruptly falls short and is sent into the floor.

Sukuna used his chains to capture Choso mid-flight, "Why don't you calm down, freak…", the curse taunts, impressed enough by himself for everyone as that was a close call. He wraps the chains around his wrists and yanks on them dragging the fevered, rabid being along the hard floor and away from Elska. The hybrid jerks his head to face him but Sukuna states, "Not so fucking big now, are we? And trust me, hybrid, you're not shit compared to your creator.", but is soon eating his words when Choso shrieks into the air and triggers electrifyingly destructive black energy through the chains.

"SHIT!", Toji rams himself into the chains with all of his might to break the connection to Itadori's body before too much was absorbed. Thankfully, the metal-linked attack disperses into smoke but he's quick to raise his voice and demand, "BE CAREFUL WITH THE KID'S LIFE, FUCKER!", although he's grateful for the curse's desire to help.

Naoya takes a deep breath and resolves himself to have to fight his dear friend.

"I won't let any of you hurt her…", he rancorously hisses while taking in how malicious Choso's energy feels. Right as things are starting to feel hopeless though, he makes quick eyes with Getou and clicks his tongue, "Neither of you…" Naoya staggers to his feet while engaging his projection but all the breath is stolen from his chest once he sees Choso speedily crashing Elska over the table and into the wall, 'No...'

Choso explosively roars into Elska; glaring down at the wounded girl that he's restraining against the jagged and broken clay.

"CHO!!!!!!!!"

Elska winces and cries to his force, also dually embarrassed by what everyone is about to see as the obsession in the hybrid's glowing eyes rises to new heights. She closes her eyes, "Ch-Choso...please…", and feels herself being flipped around with her chest and face now painfully trapped into the chunked-out wall that muffles her sorrow. She sheepishly quivers when Choso growls into her ear and lifts her dress, thinking, 'Forgive me my turned…', as if submission here means the ultimate betrayal. The being claw-grips her skin and she assumes she's done for but then she hears, "GET! OFF! OF! HERRRR!", which unfastens her eyes as she wasn't expecting the voice that said it.

Suguru grabs Choso by his black hair and tries pulling him off of Elska, fueled by the need to keep her safe from the being's insane violence. When he doesn't budge, Getou scoffs and begins engaging his gravity, "Look at how the roles have reversed…", but is caught off guard when Choso whips around with exacting eyes and in a demonic voice, screams, "SLEEP!"

Elska uses her right arm to bring her from out of the crater in the wall to see what's happening but her voice disappears when she watches everyone but her and Choso in the room, collapse. Forgetting to breathe, she quckly comprehends that he just knocked everyone into a REM stage at once. Suddenly her breaths are frequent, chilling fear raking at her sanity when Choso turns back around to view her. "Cho-", she tries to say his name but can't as she slammed back into the wall by the throat; pain shooting through her as she realizes that somewhere, her head has been split.

Choso lifts Elska by her neck, inattentive to her kicking legs or scratching nails. A feral toothy grin expands across his expression while he groans and scowls into her. She's everything. Provocation thrills his jaw into motion but the enchanting sight of her blood excites him even more so he's quickly licking up that side of her cheek towards her hairline in order to experience her taste.

Elska tenses up as his tongue travels across her, still not feeling up to the task at hand but begs, "Please…I'll do what you want…just don't make it hurt." Choso doesn't verbally answer but she whimpers in response to his intensfying pressure that leaves her to wonder if begging would really even make a difference. Knowing what is coming to pass, she reluctantly closes her eyes and turns her head away in preparation but is overcome with bafflement when the being's suffocating grip around her throat morphs into a delicate grasp.

After partaking in her flavor, clarity released through Choso and finally gave him the understanding of what's going on and who Elska now is to him. Without explaining any of that however, he gently lowers her back to the ground and stoically grabs her chin to make her face his direction again. When she hesitantly opens her eyes, his luminous ones shine off her complexion and show the confusion on her face clear as day. He says nothing but holds her by the cheek until the unspoken obligates him to join their lips.

Elska quietly gasps to difference in Choso's behavior but doesn't complain as she's made to accept his kiss. When his tongue pushes past her lips and sensually caresses her own she can't help but keep her confounded eyes glued onto his. 'What the hell just happened?', she asks herself as his foreign, right-hand passionately tangles into her hair, amending minor batches of stress as he tenderly washes his other palm over her body. Resting his nose on the side of her own, he then brushes it back and forth, the action seeming almost romantic making her mentally scour, 'Is it already over?'

Choso picks Elska up and walks her over to the edge of the table with metal pedals sprawled about and sits her down on it's edge. He continues to curiously stare while his fingers affectionately slide the straps of her dark grey slip down and he slides himself between her thighs.

"Ch-…", Elska's body solidifies but its like he doesn't hear her and continues wedging himself between her legs. Almost like language was never something she learned, she can only gawk when the being uses his palms to roll the rest of the slip down her chest.

A guttural groan leaves Choso's throat when he scans over her exposed breasts and loses his ability to be separated from her body. Stitched by fate, he then pulls down the front of his sweatpants to show an aching erection but pushes his tip into her mound, slightly frustrated that her dress is still in the way.

Elska remains stiff as Choso's hands drag her closer to the edge of the table. She studies him in bewilderment as he's clearly not himself but he's also behaving differently than an awakening turned should, 'And he already understands how to use his wings…', she dumbfoundedly asserts with their disfigurement displayed. With words still elluding her, Choso wraps one of his muscular arms around her back with his fingers splaying towards her neck, her understanding that he's wanting her to rest her weight into him. Quiet breaths are all she can fumble out while the being aligns them.

Choso secures her waist with his free hand and stares at her labia while nudging in, Elska yelping to his intrusion. Pleasant moans fall from his mouth as the instant relief of her flesh begins nourishing his soul; this part of the ritual allowing his senses to gradually seep back into existence. Inspired, the being pulls out of Elska but then sinks back in while observing her facial reactions; ease swarming as her warmth embraces his length. Biting his lip, Choso nuzzles into her cheek and pushes himself in completely, anchoring there to let her conform around him.

Elska heatedly whimpers to his size and caution but holds gratitude for his care. Curiosity pulls her head down to look at how their connected, making her lips lustfully part as a wave of desire courses through her.

'Why am I feeling this way?', she asks herself as Choso rolls his hips and condures her moan. Despite logic telling her this is wrong, Elska desperately clings to him while a forgotten surge of salaciousness takes over her mind; the dreams she's had of him surfacing as he leans down to kiss her again.

Choso has become more vocal, his breathy moans entering her ear as he pants with a furrowed brow. "Elska…", endearing intentions spill over, his fingertips hooking into her back and neck as he guides his girth through her. When she throws her head back it causes him stare into her neck as something speaks to him about Elska being the essence of which he needs. While continuing to sensually rock his hips and made restless by her sweetend cries, Choso forms his fangs and punctures her.

Elska's eyes gloss overwhen the Master's Ecstasy floods her sensibilities and she finds herself cradling Choso's head whilewhining to every sensation he's making her feel. His girth digging out its place, his blissful fangs breaking her skin and the sound of Choso's unfilteredsatisfaction as he drinks throws her into a nature-based trance.

Falling deeper into depravity, Elska notices that he voice is small and low but she still uses it and praises, "Yes…", while combing her fingers through his wavy black hair, "You feel even better in this realm, my hybrid…" Choso seems to be fueled by the words but they shock Elska herself as she's never referred to him as that nor would she ever purposefully entice these forbidden desires. It forces Choso to seductively whimper in between gulps though which in turn makes her toes curl. She also enjoys the way he exhales with concentration tickles her neck but that all changes when he begins to tremble. "It's ok…", she coos when the being starts sniffling, "This is not your fault…it's mine..."

Back to being fully aware, Choso takes a deep breath and opens his wet eyes.

Retreating into his mind, he remembers fighting with Naoya and using his improved sleep ability on everyone. Twisting to look behind him, he recalls flinging Sukuna as well but he completely freezes once he realizes that he also hurt Elska. Choso ruefully lifts his head, knowing to close the wounds without thought and with guilt-riddled breathes exerting through an open mouth, he brings his view to be that of her once more.

Elska is easily able to detect the distress on his face and almost forgets that he's still inside her when she thoughtfully brushes her thumb over his cheek. "Choso…", she sings it with an angled brow and grazeing fingertips that trace his lips, taking in how full and soft they really are. He opens his mouth as if to speak but nothing comes out so she rescinds and lowers her hand cautiously, not having any words to share in this moment either.

Choso goes to smile but suddenly feels like his head is building with pressure. He begins clutching at it and screaming.

Elska restrains his wrists and holds them while sympathetically explaining, "It's a sensory thing! It's only for a second, you're okay!", but oddly enough, she's literally right.

The excruciating pain is fleeting but while Choso's recuperating from the strange sensation, Elska pulls him against her body while trailing nails along his skin. Haunted by the horrific sensations, he stays there like that with her for a bit before bearing weight on his own feet again.

They have this undisturbed moment of silence that creates the illusion of solidarity. Elska is completely speechless to the awe his expression leaves her in, how he gazes upon her as if she's what he's been searching for his entire life. She's a little thrown off by how his introduction to the sensory processing minutely lasted unlike its effects on Toji and Naoya but she's also glad he didn't have to suffer. After he shifts his stance, she mewls to the way he rubs her walls and as if that was all the encouragement he needed, Choso is back to slowly motioning his hips. He wraps his arm around Elska's back again, leaning her over the table.

"Master…", he whispers, her moaning with volume and clenching him in reaction. His mouth travels to her breasts, his lips being just shy of reaching her nipples so he licks at them instead. Listening to the wet sounds they create together makes him plesantly shudder but it's nothing compared heavenly damp cavern she keeps him in. His tongue now slickens her skin all the way to her jawline where he salaciously forces it into her mouth.

Choso's rhythm increases and Elska melts to his skillful methods. 'How is he this good? Why does it feel so…fucking…good?', rampaging her brain in the few seconds she can utilize thought. His throbbing member sails through her now with ease, her mouth hanging open as he hovers over it with their teeth lightly colliding. None of this should be happening but just like clockwork, her body heats up and the billowing pheromones threaten to flourish. "I'm going to-…", she attempts to warn the being but she stops when she hears him huffing it up already; the wide smile on his face informing her that he's already aware.

When the wave ruptures through him, Choso whines with lust. As if it were a spark to his ignition, he picks Elska up off of the table and cradles her while they battle for each other's air. He feels himself becoming enthralled with how they are, the excitement of finally being with her in the physical realm sending synapses through his brain. Backing her into the table, he turns Elska around so she faces it and bends her over it before lifting up one of her legs. The half lidded, flustered expression she wears provides ammunition, him feeling like all of the practice has paid off as he's clearly doing a good job but when glances down her rear, he smirks, wishing to discover all of her true flavors.

Elska's back arches when Choso dives his head down. Her fingers fold around the far table's edge as he spreads her apart and licks everything. She gasps into a squeal and he moans his approval for this position, her being far beyond surprised that he's as good as her dreams indicated. "Oh fuck…", she whimpers when he buries his face further in like a starved animal, her trying to control the volume of her unexpected pleasure. Once she notices her breath fogging the glossed table top, Elska comes to terms with shamelessly becoming overrun by his teasing methods. It isn't until his finger swirls her clitoris and dares his tongue elsewhere that her eyes shoot open and twists her neck to see speechlessly view him.

With a glistened face Choso meets her gaze and plainly says, "You taught me everything you liked, or do you still not remember?"

"What?!", Elska instantly reddens to the insinuation of her ever having enjoyed a tongue there, blurting out, "DO I LIKE THAT?!!"

Choso gathers the confusion in her eyes so he collectedly stands back up, pressing against her the wooden surface and motioning himself in a way that rubs Elska there with his length. He utters while his left arm snakes around her chest to hold her throat, "You will know soon. You won't be wearing the blindfold anymore…", gradually squeezing. She bites her lip with a flushed face, the familiar expression filling him with pride, "Just trust me…", he says as he ghosts his lips over her eye and cheek, "This is what we wanted…"

Elska tries to throw her head back when he enters her again but she's sustained in this same position from the way he has her situated. He pulls back on her and leans over so that his chin rests over her shoulder while he splits her from behind, quietly moaning, "Yeah? That's one of your spots…", stretching and hooking his index finger into her mouth. As if he changed personalities again, Choso's hips are soon slapping against her thighs, the sounds of her cries echoing through the large room becoming indicative of her delight. Structuring him with certainty, "I've been waiting for this, Elska…", he moans into her ear, hissing when she contracts around him again, "We've been waiting for this..."

Limp to the extent that Choso's thrusts reverberate through her; the wildness of her contorting only lessens when he slows down and coasts his girth. She submissively sucks on his finger with thoughts of how wrong this scenario is eluding her consciousness altogether. Surprise causes her to jump as she soon feels his thumb prodding at her second entrance but she doesn't fight it as this new version of Choso rocks her very existence. Her lips part when he breaches and captures all of her orifices; the combined sensations of everything he's doing liquifying her awareness.

Choso pulls away and can't help but hiss while perceiving this visual for their first time through his awakened eyes. Maddness encroaches his mind. Obsession plunders his purpose. There's not a spot on his master that he doesn't want to touch, an inch of her he doesn't want to taste, a piece of her that he doesn't want to feel. These infectious thoughts make him turn her head so their lips can meet again, Choso breathlessly moaning when they do.

Suguru opens his heavy eyes but is unable to move or even initially collect on what's happening around him. Distorted sounds evolve into what he now hears as evidence of sexual behavior but he grins as it prompts him of his memory of Elska; the deed that has earned him a much-needed trip to the healer.

Upon becoming more alert, he determines that it really is her voice but the conjoined vocals beckon him to recall Choso entering the equation. 'Fuck! That's right! Where's Elska??!', the disposal Getou feels by not being able to move his body causes him to panic but with maximum effort he's able to rotate his neck to the other side, 'What the fu-?!', his heart calcifying when his sight betrays him with the scene of Choso doggy-style fucking Elska on his table. Angered, he tries to thrash around but metaphorically sinks to his immobolized disposition and is instead forced to watch their passion as it continues to unfurl.

Choso refastens his fingers around Elska's throat and with a rousingly familiar air, asks her, "You usually like it when I ask this...but...are you going to cum for me, Master?", fully jutting his length into her and holding it there while she squirms.

Elska merely moans into a gasp once met with the pressure his member introduces to her body. She's not even formulating a response either because she's still struggling to accept that the innocent hybrid who hadn't even hugged a female is the one currently dominating her into an orgasm. When he rams her again she wantonly winces and crumbles into the table.

"Master…", Choso's lively voice sweetens for a moment but then he thrusts more consecutively until he's found an impossible pace and he's shamelessly panting, "Are you going to cum for me?"

Him simply asking that of her so lewdly makes her heart flutter and to her shock, the desire she has to fullfil his request heats her to the core, "Ye…Yes!", it spilling out as if his words alone contracted the release. Choso's soft hand leaves her neck and aims at her bouncing breasts while his lips rest against her temple. She's in pure disbelief as he's still maneuvering himself in ways to treat her holes with precision but she lets all of these thoughts go when he demands that she show him; her body giving in.

Choso slaps her ass as she unravels, stroking himself within her slippery walls with an alluring brow, "Just like before…", ending with devious smirk that plants a kiss on her lips. His fangs form by themselves and he thinks to drink her while he finds his own high. She's so wet that he nearly slips out of her while plummeting against her supple skin, "Master…", lingering from his lips once he senses the staggering coil in his testicles snapping.

Elska feels his seed roping inside of her and has his vocal cries of satisfaction dancing in her eardrum. When he lays his chest against her back the sticky proof of their insane experience adheres to her skin, her hands blanketing over his own as he heaves behind to her. She wonders why he has yet to do anything else but he's soon telling her, "I love our bond, I've loved every minute of it.", her realizing that he's speaking of what she did to him, how her other self manipulated him. The gravity of her guilt weighs heavily but its as if he is able to tell because now he's wrapping his arms around her, the action giving her security.

"Please, do not run away from me, Elska…I'm happy with what we've become…", he reluctantly backs out of her, wanting to live his life out inside of her before lowering her leg back to the floor. She's not looking at him yet, which breaks his heart as he's already decided that he'll do what he has to in order to keep them on this level of intimacy. He lifts her chin to face him while searching her eyes for the indication that he did something wrong and sure enough, tears begin to stream from her glowing orbs. "Oh no…", he sulks now, looking over and seeing Naoya and Toji passed out on the floor. He wonders if that has anything to do with her saddness since it's part worries him as well. 'How do I explain myself to them?', creeps from the darkest parts of him mind. But shaking that away, he looks back down to Elska and assists with lifting the straps of her slip to hang from her shoulders once more. He meant to actually help but as soon as she's covered, he's unable to stop himself from engulfing her left clothed breast into his mouth.

Elska rests her hand in Choso's hair as he dampens her slip with his arousing impulse. It still feels a little weird but she's closely attuning her eyes to all of his mannerisms, beside herself with how much she loves it all. This and more pushes her to think about how much has occurred while they've been at the Titer compound and how she's longs to go home and escape this place that has seemingly thrown everyone she cares for into disaster. She's taken out of her thoughts when Choso lifts his head and menacingly glares behind her, her eyes scanning to follow and discover why.

Suguru rolls over to his side, straining to fight off the dizzying effects of Choso's sleep enforcement. He figures he's the only one still awake because of his clan's metaphysical nature and notices that Sain seems to be somewhat conscious as well. Getou's dark hateful eyes soon hone into Choso's, "You are not good for her!", he struggles out, having the knowledge of what terrible outcomes await them all if she's not careful, "This is all WRONG!"

Elska's heart drops as she wonders how long Suguru was observing them for and is completely plunged into revulsion for herself, her actions, her truths. Choso growls in front of her and she can sense his presence picking up so fearing another brawl will ensue, she quickly thinks, cups the being's face and holds it while his eyes switch and soften for her.

Choso rests his face into her palms, sighing happily to the fact she chose to give attention to him. "Can you call me by nickname again?", he sweetly asks, "The one that only works for me?" He ignores Getou's grunts of annoyance at this time, completely swept away as he replays the other Elska's voice saying it from their dreams.

"Wait…huh?", Elska dips her head back with muddle, "What do you mean?" He smiles into her hand before sloping his face down to hers with an adorning expression. Almost inaudibly, he whispers it into her ear, landing his lips on her lobe and then her neck as he gives her time to understand.

Elska giggles to the way he's tickling her but asks with gawking look, "You actually like that name?", becoming smitten when he bashfully nods yes, "Okay but just know that it always sounded a little offensive..."

"It's only okay if it comes from you!", Choso winks and kisses the tip of her nose, embracing again as he cannot bring himself to leave her alone. Even before he was being tutored by her other form, he recalls always feeling acknowledged by Elska. The very long and interesting path that lead them to this point now is unlike anything he's ever experienced in all his time on this earth and he vows to make sure he never loses it. As his view becomes of Suguru who's still lying on the ground, Choso smirks with sneering superiority. After everything the Titer did to try and stop them from coming together, Choso's reinforced by the fact that they beat all of the odds.

Elska wraps her arms around him too, grazing over his beautiful maroon feathers and feeling uplifted by how his feelings for her were able to reach him when he was in a frenzied state. She silently shakes her head against his chest, breathing in his natural scent and being thankful that it didn't turn out like she anticipated. Nothing can show them what will happen next but of all people, she's worried about Naoya the most. "My hybrid?", she asks while raising her head to see him.

Choso feels his mutilated wings flutter when she says it, her snickering to the way he reacts. He smiles into her lips and hums, "Hmmm?", playfully pulling at her hands and swinging them together in unison. He's so elated and feeling the reciprocation of affection after spending what felt like an eternity wandering realms fearing she wouldn't have the room in her heart when it was all said and done.

Elska takes a deep breath but sighs, "You need to be mindful of Naoya's feelings, he's very important to me and I've already hurt him enough." She brushes her thumb over Choso's cheek and continues, "I think Toji is more understanding but please be considerate as this may be difficult for them…"

Suguru bursts into wicked condescending laughter, ending it with, "The next one you need to worry about is Satoru Gojo."

Elska breath hitches as she recognizes that tone from Getou and becomes severely displaced upon hearing it again, 'He laughed the same way when he took my wing…' She knows he's right though and refrains from sharing her displeasure as she probably deserved this to hear and feel that, considering.

Choso stiffens up at the mention of Gojo and does a double take around the room, "Where is he by the way?", only now realizing he's no where in sight, "Did he leave the compound?"

Elska scrunches her face in a hesitant way but admits, "No, Choso. Unfortunately...I…kind of turned Sati too…", not looking forward to suffering more resistance on the matter. To her surprise, Choso bounces his head as if he understands and then shrugs it off as if its also nothing. She begins to question his reasoning but he beats her to it.

"I have my issues Satoru but I've grown to learn that he loves you, Elska. If he is to be like the rest of us, so be it! You can handle it." Her eyes light up, him swooning all over again and he's glad it brought her some peace. Rubbing his hands along her arms, he adoring the way her actual flesh feels against his own.

"I cannot fucking believe you, Choso. You know of what I speak! When he wakes, Satoru Gojo will destroy everything.", Getou scowls and shifts his eyes to Elska. His heart tormentedly bleeds as he wishes she would only see him in the same loving light but his confidence is shattered after witnessing her and Choso. His efforts to always protect Choso, even when he became a traitor sears Suguru's veins. Although he somehow still wishes to protect the being, he can't ignore his abhorrence to Choso's new behavior, how smooth, obsessed and charismatic he's become. 'Just like her dream…'

Choso snorts into a quiet chuckle to downplay all of Suguru's words and aims to work the Titers nerves by rubbing Elska's body and retorting, "Master, something tells me that everything is exactly as it should be."