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Mugen (1×1 w/ Jikkah)

His thrusts grew a bit sloppy as he neared his climax, panting against her neck, holding her close.
 
The soft slapping of skin filled the room, Sanemi grunting and growling in pleasure as his movements grew quicker.
 
"S...Sane-~!!" She was cut off, a loud cry catching in her throat as she climaxed hard and heavily around him, hokding onto him tightly.
 
He finished with her, growling lowly as he slammed into her one last time, emptying himself inside her.
 
He kissed her neck weakly before pulling out of her, laying beside her as he caught his breath. “You know that I love you, right, Yuko?”
 
It left such a hollow feeling in her chest to hear such a thing, but she nodded regardless, "Of course I do, Sanemi..." She replied gently.
 
Suma was given control of the entertainment district in Tengen and the other wives absence, making sure Tengen didn’t lose his foothold while away on business.
Being the least confident in her abilities, she stayed hidden in the shadows, preferring to gather information silently.
 
Akatsuru came by the district when she wasn't training with Tanjirou, trying to get as much information as she could. The district was more or less the same, keeping her eyes open for Tengen or any of his wives. She didn't care which of the four appeared first, she just wanted one of them.
 
Any dark corner could have been concealing anyone of the four demons, yet none revealed themselves to her, but she was most certainly being watched. No one on the streets paid her any mind, everyone going about their own business, lively chatter filling the cool night air.
 
She was grateful no one really recognized her from her days as an oiran. She was rather plain looking these days; trading the lavish kimono and hair pins for simple yukata and ties. The only thing she kept from those days was her wisteria oils. But those wouldn't help her here.
She kept her hand against her blade - a basic nichirin that was left from the slayer test the corp could no longer hold - and her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.
 
As Akatsuru walked past a dark alley, distinct glowing red eyes stared at her, the familiar figure mere inches from her as she quickly disappeared from sight: Ebisu.
 
She froze, eyes wide and breath leaving her lungs.
"Ebi..." But she died, she was gone. Akatsuru gripped the hilt of her blade tightly with anger and followed where Ebisu had vanished.
 
Further and further from the hustle of the lively streets the figure that looked like Ebisu fled, leading Akatsuru to an empty street, not a single candle illuminating the street.
“Another slayer, someone familiar.” A voice said, but it definitely wasn’t Ebisu. “You shouldn’t have come.”
 
The sharp pluck of a shamisen string cut through the air, a sharp blade leaving a shallow cut across her back, yet no assailant stood behind her. “Lord Tengen left this district under my watch.. I won’t let you infest lord Tengen’s district..!” Red glowing eyes watched the slayer from the shadows, the dark figure clutching a shamisen close.
 
Another cord plucked, and another slash, this time over her thigh. “I’m not a coward!” She argued back, her voice coming from behind her now. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! Who are you to decide how a demon acts!”
 
Come on, Akatsuru, remember your training. She steadied her breathing and turned, unsheathing the blade as she did and striking out where she heard the voice.
"I am your judge and executioner."
 
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