Worlds Away (JJK AU)

Aimlessly wandering to check on Genghis, Getou loses himself in paroxysm provoking thoughts while his fingers trace the multicolored metal feather in his pocket. The clay halls that surround him appear to go on endlessly like a maze, repetitive in design but as he saunters on, the yellow overhead lights move his purposeful shadow, one two-dimensional step at a time.

Maintaining composure is imperative now. Suguru recognizes the blessings and curses bestowed upon him by having everyone gathered but he's also doing his best, however, to not picture Toji and Naoya snuggling Elska in his bed. 

Suguru can only sigh while his mind deliberates. 'If I demonstrate unruly behavior she may not want to hear what I have to say...' He pulls the feather halfway out, so his eyes can perceive its beauty again, 'I need her to trust me, but how can I even ask for that?'

"Master Suguru!"

Getou's sulky eyes raise to find the Hunter waving him down.

Sain straightens from his hunched over sitting position against the wall, nearly bursting to discuss what he just saw. The urgency in his mannerisms must be antagonistic because Getou's footsteps quicken with an expression that reeks of sudden gloom.

"How is Master Genghis?", the words excruciating as Getou is unfortunately expecting a grueling report. When Sain seems to be at a loss for words, the idea that Genghis didn't survive his injuries rattle Suguru and stir unexpected panic. He begins to rush to the door but Sain throws an arm up to block him.

"Sain? What is it?!"

The Hunter's, grey eyes glance to the earth bound wall next to them, unsure of how to explain. When he feels Suguru become even more apprehensive, he confesses, "Master Genghis…he's…fine."

Sain takes in the nauseating wave of relief that washes over Getou while thinking, 'But how could you care at this point?!', becoming worried that Genghis still has a manipulative hold over their true head.

"LET ME PASS!", Suguru storms by him and into the bright medical room before Sain has a chance to say anything else.

When Getou's eyes lock onto Temujin, he experiences a mixture of emotions and is wholeheartedly confused. The arm that should be gone, even with their clan's advanced healing abilities is in fact still there. With a furrowed brow he brings his gaze to his mentor who turns casually to meet his stare.

With that same arm, Genghis gleefully waves his pupil in. There's a disturbing silence stagnating the room but after Sain enters as well, Genghis speaks up, "Oh this? We're masters at healing little one, don't put much thought into it…" He then hops down from the medical table and walks over to Getou, placing his hands on his shoulders, "Is it true? Lady Oda still lives?!" Genghis searches Suguru's eyes and becomes mollified when he nods yes. Now slumping forward, bearing his weight on Getou's shoulders, the faux head expresses, "Thank GOD…I know she's tough but that was a really bad situation."

Sain interrupts this suspicious exchange, "What was Amnessia doing in here? I demand to know!" He's never misspoken to anyone in authority before but couldn't help his anxieties as he watched Temujin's woman wipe blood onto her robes before heading back in the direction of Getou's room, where their guests are. He's insulted by the sly smile Genghis wears and clenches his fists in distrust.

"I assigned her a new mission of course!", Genghis informs, not expecting Suguru's hands to wrap into his collar.

"YOU AND YOUR WOMEN! WHAT ARE YOU HAVING HER DO!?", this new information sends a chill down Getou's spine as he knows just how dangerous Amnessia is. Her abilities rank her a top tier Titer, having a technique that can directly manipulate memories without the traditional recital. Amnessia isn't a foul woman at all but the freakiest part about her is she's not born of Titer blood but somehow has learned weaponize their heritage. After seeing what happened with Sachiko, Suguru no longer blindly trusts his mentor but when Genghis offers words, Getou releases him to hear what he has to say; hoping there's a good explanation.

"Don't be so frazzled, Little One! I merely sent her to occupy the hybrid. Choso has become too familiar with Elska and I've already explained why that's not okay.", Genghis rubs his hands across his collar bones, the skin being irritated from his robes in Getou's grasp, "She will not have contact with Elska, I would not risk the implications of what could come of that. This is just a personal sacrifice." 

Dialing back his sharing, Genghis looks over to Sain thinking, 'How long have you actually been defiant right under my nose?', and smirks to the growing intricacies of the game they're all playing.

Suguru both releases an exhausted sigh of reprieve. Before he's too caught up in this ease though, he uses his gravity to send Genghis into the floor. "What the fuck were you thinking with Sachiko? How could you keep that from me?!", Getou's tone is akin to vitriol as he increases the gravity more, looking down at his mentor who doesn't seem to be fighting back. "SHE ALMOST KILLED ELKSA!", eyes glazing to the memories of her bleeding out inside of Toji's cell.

Sain accidentally shows a small grin of gratitude, enjoying the faux head's discomfort as he's being sunken into the earth beneath them. A small red flash occurs over Genghis's eyes that quickly meet his own, and the sudden anomaly causes Sain to stumble back as he's been caught relishing to the display before him. "What was that?", he thinks in fear as none of this actually makes sense.

Genghis is trapped under the unbearable weight but he's still able to increase his presence enough to steal the oxygen from their lungs by the pressure he can create. Once Getou falters, Genghis stands and slaps his pupil across the face and pins him into the wall.

"Do you really think I wanted that to happen? Oda is KEY to everything going on…THE KEY!" He lets out a wild snarl and feels himself losing control, although its rather liberating. Before it's too late though, Temujin drops his arms and backs away from Suguru, "Little one…I'm sorry, I'm very stressed as well…", and goes to turn around until he feels a sharp pain in his neck.

Suguru kicks his mentor, forcing him to sway into the wall, "What else are you not telling me!?", he stands there offensively, ready to brawl.

Genghis takes a deep breath and reminds himself, 'You care for Suguru, do not hurt him.', repeating it a few times internally before mustering the strength to stand and meet eyes.

"There is nothing else…", he boldly lies. Genghis takes a deep breath to collect himself, knowing he's come too far to fumble now, "I only want her to reach her maximum potential little one…", he quietly speaks.

Getou, being satisfied with that answer, postures himself normally and leans his back into the wall, "Sachiko needs to be dealt with. Not only has she done something unforgivable but she'll only hurt Fushiguro in the future." Suguru's expression is overcome by a scowl, "I do not want anymore surprises, nor will I tolerate any."

"I told you the power a woman can wield over us and now look at you, growing years worth within days!", despite everything else, Genghis is actually happy to see this development, "It's almost like you're a new man!"

Getou scoffs, "I wouldn't go that far, I just know what's important to me now…", he lowers his head while grazing the feather against his palm, being soothed by the tickling sensation. He recalls the warmth yet again from holding Elska and finds himself softly smiling without being aware.

Sain still holds his suspicions to heart but can't help but relax when he sees the foreign expression of Suguru's. 'He's changed a lot, he needs to give himself more credit.', he tells himself, tilting his head as the thought leaves his mind.

"Choso is not to be harmed. I hope this has already been made clear…", Getou snaps himself out of daydreaming, being on edge until Genghis acknowledges this fact.

Sitting back onto the medical table while holding his neck, Genghis assures, "He is not in any danger. I simply mean to dangle Amnessia before him so his interest of Elska will be minimized.", he sighs before continuing, "He's already fed her far too much. If we don't teach her how to control herself, this could all end very badly. I wish to start both of your training immediately."

Suguru's eyes soften when presented with this.

Genghis smiles, "You are bound to become closer too, you'll be spending a lot of time together once tomorrow comes."

Getou staves off his need to beam, embarrassed by how excited the idea makes him, "I don't think the others with her will approve of this. They were ready to leave until Toji convinced them to stay.", despite this blaring truth, Getou still allows his imagination to formulate different scenarios of himself and Elska learning more about each other through the process. 'I'm actually looking forward to this…'

Genghis hops back down, after stretching his back and neck, "It sucks getting old!", he laughs. The remark is met with Suguru stating, "You hardly look your age, quit complaining.", which makes Genghis feel uneased. Changing the subject immediately, Genghis energetically states, "I would assume they need to be debriefed!", but is halted by Getou's stern motion to stop.

"Even after being healed, Elska was worn out. They're recuperating for the time being, which I think is for the best.", Suguru wants them to feel as comfortable as possible in order to avoid anymore fights. "We'll get nowhere if everyone's run ragged.". He's met by a curious face from Genghis so he proceeds to say, "They're sleeping in my room currently but it would probably be best to go ahead and organize them their own temporary spaces."

Genghis tries to keep his eyes from showing emotion and luckily succeeds. 'Oh, little one…I doubt they are sleeping…', but can't bring himself to tell his pupil the likely truth knowing it would only increase the tensions between them. "Right! Then let's give them their privacy for a while longer.", he turns to Sain, "What other matters need our attention?"

Sain goes to speak but is interrupted by Getou jumping in and saying, "They need clothes. Everyone was a mess after…", Suguru's eyes narrow hatefully to the floor, "…after she was hurt."

Reformed by the need of teamwork, Genghis claps his hands together and excitedly states, "How do you think our lovely lady Oda will look in Titer wear?", and grins when he perceives the bashful expression that appears on Suguru. "Shall we go find them some apparel then?", he's met with a hastened nod and gladly puts his arm around Getou as they go to exit the room. As they walk past Sain though, Genghis flashes a menacing look towards the grey-eyed Titer, warning him to back off.

Once they leave, Sain stands there in complete muddle, 'Does he know I'm onto him?!', sweating at what that could mean for his future. Before he becomes overwhelmed by the thought, he asks himself, 'I wonder if Baidal was successful in meeting with the others?', and finds himself praying for the young Titer's safety. Before exiting the room, he looks around and contemplates out loud, "Genghis...there is not a shaman alive that could restore a missing limb…"

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Choso is being dragged down the hall, an unforgiving grip stretching his shirt as he's guided to what he can only assume is his doom. He's asked the beautiful woman a few times as to where they were going but she only responded with sweet giggles which somehow eerily add to his anxiety. Eventually though, she opens a door and shoves him through it.

When Choso gets into the dark room, he staggers until he bumps into what seems to be an edge of something solid. He places his hands down to search what it could be and finds that its likely a table.

"What are we doing here?!", his voice is shaky and unsure but she flips a light switch and stares at him after closing the door.

She watches Choso search his surroundings, finding his uneasiness to be utterly adorable, "This is just a conference room and for the record, you're not in any danger..." When his dark eyes meet her own, she smiles and slowly walks over to him, minimizing the distance between them. She traps Choso against the table with her body, purposefully pressing her breasts into him while running her hands up his arms. "Don't be so tense…is it possible that I'm not your type?", she playfully asks.

Choso has no idea as to what's going on and finds himself further bewildered by her question.

"M-My type?", he thinks about it profusely, trying to understand what she could mean, 'Is she referring to my blood?', but before he's able to ponder too deeply, she's removing his shirt overhead, "Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" He watches her hands slowly glide down his chest which sends him into an awkward, internal fright.

"Yes dear, do you not find me attractive?", once her hands meet the elastic of his matching sweatpants, she tugs them down which makes him yelp. She's so busy looking over his muscular structure that she doesn't notice his face turning beet red.

Choso grabs her hands and blurts out, "You're beautiful! What kind of question is that?", and for a moment feels his apprehension fade as she releases his pants and steps back. He's not confident in his answer, though he meant it completely, even as she stands there with her arms folded. "What is this abou-…", he begins to ask but loses his voice as she unravels her robes to expose her body before him.

Choso slowly trails his eyes from her feet all the way to her face, now becoming nervous all over again. She takes ahold of his wrists, guiding his hands to her breasts but his jaw drops in amazement as they gently cup the soft, warm tissue. He doesn't mean to gawk but this is simply not what he was expecting.

As he slowly begins to massage, she sighs with gratification and says, "If I'm so beautiful then touch me more."

She catches the fright in his eyes and begins to wonder, 'Is he inexperienced?', now comprehending that she'll have to take the lead. While holding his hands in place, she now presses against him, placing her lips upon his. He lets out a whimper which excites her thoroughly, 'Did Temujin really send to me take this man's virginity?! He owes me BIG TIME.'

Not knowing how to kiss, Choso initially freezes but he can't deny how good her body's heat feels against him. He's suddenly worried about seeming clueless so he thinks back to all the times he's watched Elska being kissed for a guide.

He slowly opens his mouth but is startled by the smooth texture of the tongue that now dances with his but doesn't fight it. This deep sexual urges that he's been torturously battling to keep locked away resurface as a rush of sensations flow through his veins. 'Is she really wanting to do this with me?!', he thinks as their kissing becomes more aggressive.

While he's distracted, Amnessia uses this opportunity to again, snag at his pants. She's smiles into him when he fails to stop her and quickly reaches for his manhood and begins to stroke it. She briefly looks down to see what it looks like and becomes a happy woman to the confirmation that she's definitely going to feel him. She moves to kissing his cheek, then his neck while quietly asking, "Why is a big boy like you left unattended to huh?", and licks his neck, enjoying his breathless gasps as he melts in place. "Mmmmm…", she's thoroughly enjoying his reactions as its nice to know she's still got it.

Choso places his arms behind him to lean back into the long wooden table while feeling all of the little sensations she's bringing to his mind. His eyes have been closed for most of this but they dart open when he feels a wonderfully warm and wet suction around his girth. He looks down with parted lips, in complete disbelief as the woman has placed her mouth around him.

"Oh…my…", he whispers while his leg jerks involuntarily, watching her making his length disappear, 'You can use your mouth on men too?' He throws his head back, feeling it was somehow rude to stare but her hand locks into his hair and pulls his head down so he can't look away.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay…", she smiles after letting him flop from her lips, "Does it feel good?", she asks, knowing damn well it does by look on his face. He nods sluggishly though, not having words but she's satisfied by that. Amnessia refocuses and sends herself back over him again but this time works her right hand to gently rub his testicles simultaneously. She notices his body tense up instantly, as he's now leaning forward and moaning to her efforts. "I'm going to take good care of you dear, so just let me."

Without even realizing it, Choso's hand now rests on her head while she indoctrinates him into this footless waltz. The sounds that result from this sloppy ordeal call to him in a way he's never known.

"This is…great…", he pants out, throbbing while exploring her throat. He doesn't push down on her head but rather keeps it there to gain the full experience of her movements. A familiar heat coils within as he curls his toes inside of his shoes, breathing heavily and moaning louder than before. He doesn't know if he should say anything, not wanting to ruin this moment of perfection so he chooses to just let her continue until the coil releases, dumping 150 years-worth of ignorance into her mouth.

Amnessia feels him twitching across her tongue and tastes the salty description that is the man in front of her. She's disappointed that he's already finished but is now reinforced with the idea that he's never done anything like this. Rather than putting him down though, she decides to elevate herself up.

Once she's sure there's nothing to be spilled, she stands and folds her arms again. Looking over the blushing mess that is this infamous hybrid, she directs, "Lie down on the table, I'm not done with you yet…", and takes his hand between her legs so he can judge for himself how serious she is.

"Wh-what?!", Choso hasn't even recovered from the tingling lingering through his nerves as he forms his hands in the way it was when Elska did the same thing. A hum escapes him as he angles them into her, biting his lip to the slickness that he's only felt once before. The biggest difference he's noticing in this situation though is the fact that he's not weighted with guilt for touching this woman…or wanting her to touch him back. She's soon crawling over him which forces him to adjust his placement on the table, scooting back until the edge meets behind his knees. He lies down enjoying how her breast suffocate his face as she finds her position.

"You're going to have to man up Mr. Choso…", she says and ends with a devious smile. He doesn't respond with words but rather with widened eyes which she finds cute. Leaning down into his ear she whispers, "Otherwise I can't fuck you like I want to." She hears him gasp and watches his face turn towards hers. He opens his mouth but she puts a finger to his lips and coos, "Shhh…", as she grabs up his semi-hardened flesh and slowly sinks over him. When he covers his face with his hands and moans, she pulls his arms away and places his hands back on her breasts, allowing him a moment to appreciate her warmth.

Choso can barely catch his breath as the sublime sensation of his girth being submerged into this girl feels better than anything he's ever been able to imagine. It doesn't make sense to him, but there are some images of the forest from his dreams flashing behind his eyes. Choso chalks it up to this wild experience overloading his mind but they slowly appear more frequently as if he's existing on two separate planes at the same time. Feeling a little more comfortable by the strange encouragement, he runs his right thumb over her nipple before glancing down to see how they're connected, writhing pleasantly from the sight.

'Why didn't they tell me it felt this good?!', he squints his eyes while thinking of his so called friends, but then the surreal realization hits and suddenly, Choso believes he's felt something like this before.

The moment she lifts up and begins riding him, he groans deeply and becomes otherwise limp as he's unable to focus further on his thoughts. He's completely mesmerized by her velvety walls, noticing that his hands could never do true justice by him again. Once he's finally able to compose himself, he immediately loses said composure as the woman is now roughly slamming her thighs against his own.

"You like that?", she asks between gasps, being utterly intirgued by how wonderful he feels to her too, "Do you want more?" Chosos releases a broken yes and hisses when she picks up speed and the way his face scrunches up ironically makes her feel impenetrable as she takes in his adorable reactions through her fluttering lashes. She thinks to give him a break and slows down a little but becomes surprised when she feels his rough hands gripping her thighs, holding her inches above him.

All of the fear Choso's harbored over this kind of situation has scurried and left his heart. Somehow, with fastened eyes, he tapping into knowledge over the lewd act as a familiar voice tied to this knowledge echoes in his mind, coaching him from some alternate plane.

"Do it like this..."

"I'll show you..."

But he's quick to comprehend that they're not reaching him in real time, but are rather hazy memories of some sort.

"You're mine."

"Consent."

Choso's eyes blare open to form a ravenous glare and hopes that the mysterious woman understands that he's not angry, he's hungry.

"Consent."

While holding her in place, Choso starts lifting his hips into her, at first being startled by her sounds. She's soon crying "Yeeeeess!", which makes his testicles twitch so he follows his gut and decides to continue his motions. Sweat quickly gathers across his skin, his hair clinging to the sides of his face and forehead but the thrill rushing through him makes him continue.

"You're mine."

Amnessia's stuck there as he sails through her, suffering the exquisiteness of his change in attitude. More than ever she's glad she accepted this task. It isn't something she would typically do but her loyalty to Temujin breaks boundaries and his being kind of dick lately helps ease the guilt.

The tacky smacking of their skin fills the room aside from their unison of moans, a much more beautiful sound than she anticipated. Upon looking down into the hybrid's eyes though, her attention is pilfered by the wavering line dancing across his nose and cheeks.

'IS HE GOING TO ATTACK ME?!', snaps through her mind as she now becomes clear and alarmed. When she tries to get away from him, he sits himself up and begins lifting, then slamming her down over and over. Her feet flop in the air from his hold, his grip becoming tighter around her waist. Part of her thinks to shut him down but as she listens to manner of his grunts, she thinks he may not be aware of his surging energy. It's dark. He feels evil. She questions how such a monster can be dressed to be otherwise so polite and innocent when there's clear indications that his true nature is anything but. As he proceeds to become rougher, she finds herself in a predicament, 'I can't hurt him…that would cause problems…', knowing that shit will hit the fan as far as their guests are concerned if Choso suddenly perishes.

Choso has found his rhythm and refuses to stop. Although he can sense that she's no longer as into it as she once was, he clings to her, forcing her to endure him further. This same strange compilation of emotions taking over are the same exact ones he felt when he first experienced Elska's pheromones.

"Consent."

Gritting his teeth, the being maneuvers the woman over top of him the way he prefers but the name that exists his lips is, "Elskaaa…"

He's never felt so good, so free. With her being pressed against his chest, he slams himself through her body, keeping her there as he harshly bites into her neck, drawing blood. Amnessia screams but he's not deterred as her vocals violate what innocence remains within him.

Choso knows that he's being affected in a way that triggers his energy but he's suddenly not worried about the repercussions. He rolls them over, causing them to crash into the floor but he quickly inserts himself back into this elusive beauty and pins her legs against her voluptuous breasts before she can get away. Now ravaging her, he catches sight on the black energy swirling down his right arm and becomes irritated since he's not meaning to attack her. Haphazardly, he tucks it behind his back, now using his weight against her since he feels how close he is to relief.

It's not often that Amnessia experiences fear anymore but she definitely is now. The only thing keeping her from wiping his mind into a vegetative state is her loyalty to Genghis and his plans.

"Stop...", she quietly begs.

She turns her head to the side and shuts her eyes, trying to only allow good thoughts to flow through her as the responsibility of the situation sits like a volcanic pit. She feels his frustration, his inhumanity and wishes she would've explored him more before thinking she could handle this. 

She hears that name leave him again, "Elska", and come to terms with the fact that her and Temujin might have made his infatuation with the winged woman worse. She finds herself whimpering as she's brought to an orgasm, the act of her body completely denying the severity of the situation but she deliberately keeps the signs to herself as his pleasure is no longer in the forefront of her mind. Only survival.

Choso feels her contracting around him and is beside himself when he can only deeply. chuckle

"You thought you could manipulate me with this…", he takes his left hand and secures it around her throat, "…this beauty of yours…".

"Consent."

He grunts as he rams her into the floor, becoming weaker by the second as he's nearly spent. He knows now that his eyes must have blackened by the horrified face the woman is making but in response he seethes, "Who's controlling who now?", but quickly doubles over as he releases a second load, pulling out to bathe her in it as if to add insult to injury. He groans loudly while his member jumps until its resting against her mound.

She could tell by his uncoordinated motions that he was done but when she feels the warm evidence rope along her body and even up to her chin, she feels reprieved. Crawling backwards, she kicks Choso in the chest before rolling over and jumping up. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!!", she screams with tears flowing down her cheeks. She rushes over to her robes, picks them up and then runs out of the room naked. She feared he may chase her but thanks the heavens that he's not behind her when she looks back. 'GENGHIS!!', she screams in her mind, wanting to deck her true boy-toy in the face.

Choso sits there on his knees, wildly laughing into his palms. "I am no longer afraid…not of anything…" He brings his head up to stare at the ceiling, "Is this why they didn't want me getting to close to her?", he asks to no one while thinking about Elska. "Because it would feel this good?" The animalistic smile has yet to leave him as he uses the table to prop himself to stand. "I never got her name…", he turns to the door before looking down at his still slick member, biting his lip to new memories he's made yet still cackling maniacally. It's as if a switch as simple as the one used to bring the lights has been engaged.

"CONSENT."

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Satoru abruptly draws a conscious breath after his six-eyes detect dark energy nearby. He sits up, uncomfortably unaware of where he initially is but once that's recalled, he hones into the chaotic force in the distance but his thoughts are silenced when he hears Elska and Toji moan. His neck slowly turns to find his love taking both Zenin men on.

Gojo's mood shifts and with it, the appearance of a devious grin. While keeping a part of his mind attached to the threat, tracking its movements, he leans back into the couch and grabs himself.

"Look at you, love…", he quietly but excitedly mumbles, not wanting to startle them or interrupt, "…stuffed."

Gojo smiles when examining how everyone seems to be enjoying themselves; freeing his instant erection. He pretends for a split second that he's Naoya, mounting her from behind while she's wrapped up into Toji but then realizes that's not necessary as he admittedly loves watching how she looks getting fucked by them both.

"Doll…", Toji tries to warn Elska that he's about to explode and she seems to understand as she bends down, releasing one of their laced hands to cup his face. Their lips meet and he groans as she gives extra effort to milk him causing him to quickly become a shaking mess that in return, fills her. He hates making noise but the satisfaction this load unleashes is too much bear silently. 

"My beloved...", she whispers with a finality meant especially for him, his nearly silent gasps clutching her like the air he's struggling to breathe. 

Elska's glowing half-lidded eyes are trained on him but Toji knows the new whimpers spilling from those lips are being conjured by the blonde who has yet to tap out.

Naoya feels Toji slip out of her and wonders why he didn't attempt to find his place again, but soon comprehends that his cousin is down for the count. He slows down, being unsure if it's okay to keep Elska positioned over Toji while he chases his own high.

To his shock, Toji doesn't move though, in fact the giant's arms are now traveling all over Elska in a post-heat embrace, so he continues. Taking her on top of Toji surprisingly sends a rush through Naoya, exciting the fibers of his existence to a point past taboos or any viable judgement but as he's about to pull out and finish himself with his hand, a stark realization hits him.

Naoya exits Elska but leans over to the side to grab his towel from earlier. After vigorously wiping his girth off he says, "I don't think so Toji…I will be the daddy!", aiming himself through Elska's womanhood and gripping her hips as sweat drops from his face onto her back.

Elska feels the change and is now completely lying into Toji's chest with her rear in the air with Naoya staking his claim. She cries out her prince's name but feels her chin being grabbed by Toji who guides her face to his. The canonized way he kisses her as Naoya prods is the perfect combination and it becomes known when Elska releases another wave into the room. While their tongues are meeting and she's tasting her beloved, she feels Naoya's hand wrap around her throat, reeling against him.

Gojo spits in his hand to relieve himself of friction all while eagerly perceiving Toji's contents being worked out of her, and while knowing some remains.

"So fucking dirty!", Satoru melts while masturbating, taking in her sounds of pleasure as the Zenin uses his go-to dominator move to hold her place. He considers getting up and earn himself some oral but decides against it with the misleading thought, 'I don't want to be rude now do I?' He squeezes himself to mimic her clenching, wondering how fast he could relieve himself since he seemed to miss most of this endeavor.

Gojo stares at her openings, wiggling in his seat at how beautiful she is when she's thoroughly used. He notices that Toji doesn't move but rather lifts his arms to tuck behind his head as if he too, is admiring how she looks in this state. 'So, he'll open up with Naoya but not with me?', Gojo feels a slight twinge of jealousy for all the wrong reasons but ignores this as he continues to palm himself.

Naoya moans into her ear, "You're going to take mine too baby…", and exasperates his euphoria when she agrees. "Fuuuck princessssss…", he bends Elska back a little more and lifts her head a little higher so he can find a good spot in the crook of her neck. Only now does he see Toji make an attempt to move but instead of it being away from them, he notices the giant lean up to suckle on her breasts.

Elska cries out heatedly again, using her hands to search for both of their heads and tangling her fingers into their hair once she finds them. Naoya crudely bites into her, the ravenous draw inciting another wave as she spasms around his length but she breathlessly whines when Toji sinks his fangs her around her left nipple. As they drink, her body becomes limp but they're both supporting her as she crumbles in their hands. Naoya shakily works his hips and groans into her skin when his release finally comes.

Toji tastes her satisfaction, her manic happiness and also her unyielding love for them both but then a flash of Naoya's face enters his mind. 'Just like last time…', he aggravatingly iterates, but he's quickly returning his focus as her body begins to tremor. Toji uses his tongue to graze Elska's nipple every so often while drinking, distinguishing the fluctuation in her emotions each time he does. Once her orgasm has met its end, he reluctantly brings his fingertips to the bite marks to close them while wishing this to never end. His lips kiss her chest, sucking and marking areas of otherwise flawless skin until he notices a trail of her blood falling down from where Naoya's still feeding.

"You're making a mess boy.", he jokes, licking up all that's spilled before leaning his head into her between her breasts to time her racing heart.

Elska feels like she's separated from her body and is living in a different plane of existence. No words can adequately describe the warmth and pure physical pleasure that was experienced in this room with her turned. The acts themselves prompt her to begin scrutinizing her wants, needs and desires but for sanity's sake, she cannot bring herself to fully identify with such scandalous things.

Only when Naoya closes his punctures is she brought back to reality, still being held up by the both of them, "I…woah…", she fails to complete a single sentence as she regains mental footing of her surroundings. She hears Satoru moan though and in a fright, quickly swivels her head to his direction. She expects him to possibly be angry with what they were doing but what she can confirm is his sperm seeping through his knuckled grasp, "Sati?!"

"How long have you been awake?!", Naoya helps lay Elska down while she regains her senses and stands to grab her original towel to help clean up. "You're a God damn pervert, Gojo…", Naoya accuses while tossing the used towel at the silver shaman.

"Says the guy that likely entered every orifice tonight!", Satoru playfully adds while searching for a spot on the towel that wasn't already soaked with semen. He's repulsed by this but figures he's lucky enough to not have to use his pants, ultimately shrugging it off.

"Sati! I can't believe you didn't say anything!", Elska shrieks but in a laughing manner as she had no idea he was getting off to that, "You are a pervert…but I love you...", she giggles into Toji's arm as the giant brushes his fingers through her hair and chuckles himself. Satoru makes his way over to her and sits down by her waist.

"Love, I'm into anything that involves you and I didn't want to ruin the moment by speaking up!", he cups her face which is clearly expressing embarrassment but he reassures her once more that everything's fine. "You know I love it when you're vulnerable.", he says sweetly, knowing that she'd at least understand his statement. He leans in to kiss her, taking in her messy hair that has dried without being styled or even groomed. "You're beautiful when you're like that…how many times do I have to say it?", he soothes before sending his tongue into her mouth for some passion of his own. He pulls back after a second though and hazardously jumps to his feet before jogging towards the door.

"Sati? What's wrong?!", Elska asks after determining how ominously serious he's become within an instant. Her head turns in the direction of the door, now also prompted by the energy. She then feels something nearing them, fast, and is familiar with the dark presence. It hits her.

"IS CHOSO HURT?!", Elska screams, comprehending that it's the being but is confused as to why his malicious presence is practically going full throttle.

"Cho?", Naoya stretches and looks over to Toji who stood up as well, "What the fuck are you guys talking about?!"

"Can you not feel that, Naoya?", Gojo turns to read the Zenin's confused expression and is left wondering why the guy that's closest to Choso is unable to detect him right now, "That doesn't make sense…"

Elska runs for the rack of towels and quickly wraps another large golden one around her while fearing their stay at the Titer compound was a trap after all.

"If they hurt him, I'm not holding back!", she declares with tears clouding her vision, "They had to have surprised him!"

She's always felt this darkness within Choso but since he's so well-mannered and never seems to match this demonic-like energy, she fears that he's been attacked in some way, provoked without meaning. Before time is wasted on simple thoughts however, she barrels past Gojo and into the halls, spinning around to visually locate him.

"LOVE WHAT THE F- GET BACK HERE!", Satoru yells but it's no use, Elska's already sprinting towards the direction Choso's coming from.

Gojo takes off after her on foot, leaving Naoya and Toji behind in the room searching for their garments to remain somewhat decent.

'Somethings wrong here, Choso isn't injured…', Satoru thinks while trying to come up with possible explanations using his six-eye but seconds later, he hears Elska scream so he teleports to that location.

When he reappears at their location though, he's met with the horrifying sight of Choso pinning Elska to the wall, her feet dangling in the air.

"CHOSO!", Gojo sees the dark energy swirling around the being's arm, it nearing Elska who's frantically trying to understand what's going on. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK ARE YOU DOING?!", Gojo makes the split-second decision of attacking him in order to save her as he hardly recognizes the being in this current state.

"Elskaaa…", Choso takes a deep breath near her face and huffs up the lingering scent. When he notices Satoru approaching, the being defensively engages his shadow realm door and says, "Come any closer and even you'll be swallowed into it, Satoru!", laughing deeply to the silver shaman's hopeless disposition. Turning his concentration back onto Elska, he dips his head down and plants his lips heavily against hers, taking in her confusion but also not caring. She starts to cry before him though which causes Choso to falter, not getting why she's so upset.

"Elska…"

"Cho-so…pl..ease!", she rakes at the arm strangling her and winces to his blackened eyes that reflect her horror like a dark mirror, "Don't…do this!", she begs through her tears, kicking her legs against him feeling that it may as well be a brick wall.

'Why? What happened to him?', she ponders while struggling for air.

"This…isn't…you!!!", she cries, slowly feeling him lessen his grip. In the near distance, she hears Naoya and Toji roar but when she strains her eyes to look to the left, in that direction, all she can see is the misshapen, dark looking technique Choso used to barricade them off. When she turns back to Choso, he releases his grip and catches her by the waist but the incredible intensity pouring from him as he squeezes their bodies into each other, cause her to gawk.

Choso uses his free hand to stabilize her chin as his black energy violently swirls around them. He leans in once more to kiss her, maliciously grinning to how she gasps as he drags his tongue down to her neck. When he bites her with his dull teeth, she squirms and grabs onto his arms.

"Cho-so! What are yo-"

With a swarm of confidence, he lifts her up and presses her against the wall again, physically making her legs wrap around him. Her expression is completely bewildered but her tears have disappeared as he calls to the other her.

"Elska…", he begins while tilting his head to the side as her eyes begin show those colorful dashes, "I need to speak to her."

Elska involuntarily creams as her wings abruptly form into the hardened clay, painfully anchoring her into that position. Chunks of the hard mud fall around them, the dust swirling into Choso's vortex.

Her energy darkens too now but panic ensues when she comes to terms that she can't even stop it from happening.

"Elska...those dreams..."

The purple hue reflects off of Choso's skin, and to her dismay her mouth smiles widely, and her ears drown out the warnings and threats heard from her lovers on the other side of the shadow door.

The being carefully studies her transformation and patiently waits until he's certain that the woman before him, is the one he's come to know so well. When her lewd gaze befalls him in the manner he recognizes, Choso steadies her face by grabbing her jaw and inculpably informs.

"I consent."

While trapped in this darkened whirlwind of sheer wickedness from their combined presences, she lifts her hand to cup Choso's face and asks in the lowly voice, "So you wish to be mine after all?"

He leans back in to kiss her and in a moment of complete basic nature, she returns the affection all while the blaring inherited voice echoes in her head.

 "HE'S READY."

 "TURN HIM."

She pulls back away from Choso, grabs a fist full of his hair, and lowers his head to the right, licks the targeted area, and pierces his neck without hesitation.

His body soon goes limp which forces her to support them both with her wings that are attempting against their weight, to remain attached. The pain is grueling but she deals with it while performing the ritual; the taste of the hybrid reminding Elska of something she can no longer remember.

His created shadow door soon wavers uncontrollably which makes her send waves of energy through it to show the others that she's fine but to also communicate that they need to back up before the technique ensnares them. When she feels them retreating, she closes her eyes and calms within the pure essence of Choso, moaning with him as he begins to lose consciousness. She places her left hand over his heart and thrives to the jolt provided across his body.

She soon closes the wounds and whispers to his sleeping form, "My hybrid, my equal…I look forward to seeing what you become…", and places a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. The weight of them both bearing on her wings soon becomes too much and she winces into a inhuman growl as she feels the muscles separating from her body. Suddenly though, her eyes horrifically widen when the heaviness dissipates and she witnesses Choso being slammed into the ground.

Suguru engages his gravity, leveling the hybrid into the floor while moving to support Elska in her suspension.

"How did this-", he stammers to understand while weaving his arms up and around Elska, trying to figure out the best way to free her. Her current condition mortifies him but this unease increases when he takes in the insidious energy revolving around the being, "Why does Choso's presence feel like that?!"

Elska screams which is when Getou sees her skin stretching and tearing but something in his gut tells him its not all from pain. He engages his gravity in its reverse form, gifting her with the ability to float but her mannerisms seem specifically aggressive towards him.

Elska seemingly seethes her offense over her crushed hybrid and thrashes in his arms, causing Getou to snap back, "ELSKA! CALM DOWN!", but the remnants of muscle conjoining her wings to her body give, causing them both to fall to the ground with her pouring blood.

"FUCK!", Suguru shouts while scrambling his gravity back to pressure to slow the bleeding and scuddles them away from Choso, not knowing what to expect.

His hands firmly shield Elska until her presence shows signs of dying down. Slowly, her cries of sorrow elevate in tone and express a normalcy that he can at least hope to work with.

Fighting back sheer disbelief, Getou woefully interrogates, "Are you alright?!", and helps cover her with the now mostly reddened towel. He can feel the smoothness of her skin against him and this would normally bring him a smile but when Choso begins convulsing a few feet away, his heart breaks.

"Did you..?", he asks her while keeping his eyes trained on the hybrid, fearing the answer that has been unjustly thrusted before him.

An eruption of voices cascade from Choso's mysterious and malformed technique, prompting Getou to notice that Gojo isn't able to reach their side and wonders what Choso's intentions truly were.

'That door must cross over dimensions…', he realizes in amazement, previously being under the impression that only the Titers are capable of understanding how that works.

Elska doesn't respond to Getou's awful question but rather turns into his chest and begins to cry. Becoming fully aware of what her and the hybrid just did, "I TURNED HIM!", sails from her lungs in her normal voice, battling the other her surfacing and leaving Suguru with the impression that she's only half devastated. Curiously, she twists around to see Choso seizing in the spherical indention circling him and tries to reach out.

Getou yells for Naoya, but Elska is only now looking up and inspecting her very own bloodied wings protruding from the wall, flesh that should be hers hanging from the visible parts. It's in this moment that she finally undertakes that she's severely wounded. 

Genghis dashes to them and grabs Elska's arm, "Please hold still!", he begs as he inexplicably begins to engage a sacred Titer method of healing. His eyes take to the hybrid that's wildly flailing and thinks with failure swarming his fears, 'My plan…it was fucking useless!', but this is an L he'll have to marinate in later.

With all of the focus he can muster, Genghis aligns himself metaphysically to the time of minutes before. Still frames of Choso pinning Elska, them kissing, and her biting him haze over his eyes as he tries to forge a crack in the continuum for her sake.

"Let this be your first lesson little one!", Genghis determinedly states.

Getou gasps when he witnesses one of Elska's decorative wings shatter, the pieces spilling on the ground as if ants were carrying them back over to her body. His initial thought is to back himself away but Genghis's, "STAY WITH HER!", triggers Suguru's parasympathetic system into resiliency.

Some blood leaks from Genghis's nose and his arms begin to shake as the thought, "I must be successful!", encourages him to make the impossible happen. Everything he's worked towards lays in the lap of this poor, mangled girl and because of his purpose that ties his fate to Elska, failure is not an option.

Suguru silently observes with a gaping mouth as the pieces of wings crawl over his legs, up her back and cement themselves into her wounds. Elska screams abhorrently as the shards dig themselves into the caverns and embed into her but they also form new areas of muscle and soft tissue. They don't heal her completely but Getou knows he can at least control this amount of bleeding and holds Elska closely as he begins to question everything he knows.

"Elska…", he whispers while restraining her to the best of his abilities until she pierces him with her fangs.

Gojo's losing it as he's been sensing Getou and now Genghis too. Becoming unnerved, wondering if this wasn't some kind of set up, his territorial stance over Elska pushes him to act. Revamped, Satoru shoves Naoya and Toji back and swiftly engages his purple hollow technique to rip through Choso's morphing door.

"GOJO YOU CAN'T!", Toji tackles the silver shaman, "YOU'LL HIT HER TOO YOU DUMB FUCK!", and begins to wrestle with him on the ground.

"GETOU HAS HER RIGHT NOW!", Satoru hollers with welling tears, fearing that he's been bamboozled and will soon lose his love. Warping from under Toji to his knees, Gojo tries to engage it again but Naoya stomps on his wrist and yells, "THIS ISN'T THE WAY GOJO!" Satoru knows this deep down but all he's consumed by Elska's malevolent presence and how Choso's becoming increasingly unstable.

Toji keeps Satoru on the floor while yelling, "GETOU WON'T HURT HER!", but feels unsure as he can smell her blood and sense that she's feeding. His eyes flash over to his cousin's to gauge his summation but this is when the giant's heart is thrown into a spiral. Naoya's eyes are glowing as well and they're glued to a singular spot as if he can peer past the hybrid's technique but even worse, his cousin's expression harbors the same excruciating uncertainty that he feels. 

A surge of urgency circulates the group, all of them feeding into the others fearful emotions until suddenly, the misshapen door disappears altogether.

All three men, lurch to their feet and scour to understand the scene but the most apparent facts are Choso regrettably seizing near a wall, Suguru holding Elska as she drinks and Genghis exhaustively collapsing into the floor; savored laughter telling of his victory to save her.