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「σανγυινε 」|| 1x1 with DarkMudkip ||

"That's unfortunate." He stated as he moved over, looking over the bandages and the stitchwork, "My, what proud work Chosokabe's medics preformed."

"I'm glad." He said and moved to run hos fangs over her neck, his hand moving back down to her thighs.
 
Ren felt like all the blood was being drained from his body once again, hearing his blood rushing in his ears, his skin grow cold and clammy. He squeezed his eye shut as Matsunaga moved even closer to inspect his stitches and bandages. He wanted to run, to get up and run like his body was screaming at him to do, but he couldn’t move, not even an inch. And even if he could get up, his legs wouldn’t be able to fully support his weight yet, and they’d detach. He was sweating and in near tears. “Nobu..!” He could barely even whisper out his name, barely able to form words as he felt himself start to disassociate. “Nobu..! Nobu..!” He begged for the medic, wishing he could scream, wishing he could run, wishing he could do anything.

She shivered at the sensation of the sharp tips running over her flesh, letting him push his hand down between her legs. She opened her eyes slightly, still breathing a bit heavily as she stared up at the ceiling, listening to the soft rustle of fabric against fabric as he moved.
 
"Nobu? Is he the one who fixed you? Did he like the crosses I left?" He asked, his finger moving to tug gently at the stitches of his arm.

His fingers moved to gently rub her through her panties, his lips and tongue attacking her neck gently.
 
His touch felt like acid on his skin, but he was fixed in place in his wheelchair, feeling like time was slowing to a crawl around them, leaving him alone with Matsunaga.
“No.”
He heard himself mumble something, but couldn’t understand what came out of his own mouth, didn’t know what had come from his own mouth. He felt like he was suspended in his terror, thick and cold, unable to even feel his own body as he sat in the wheelchair. He didn’t feel the tugging on his stitches anymore, the feeling of acid on his skin ebbing away as his vision warped and elongated, the edges growing dark and hazy.

Megohime let go of her skirt, allowing her legs to open a bit more, finding herself sinking back against the pillows. She let out a soft breath, feeling a deep warmth spread over her as he rubbed her, never before feeling such a pleasurable thing. Her hips gave a slight buck, and upon finding more pleasure in greater pressure against her womanhood, she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Touch me harder...” She whispered, her tone changing to that of an order.
 
He didn't feel the knife Matsunaga had hidden dig under the stitches to cut them loose,like what he was doing was perfectly ok. That's when the door opened and Nobu had come back.
"What the hell are you doing?! Get out of here!!"
"Ah, you must be Nobu." Matsunaga said, stepping aside. Nobu became blindingly angry.
"Get out!!" He yelled amd Matsunaga rose his hands before leaving. Nobu moved over and cupped Ren's cheeks gently.
"Ren? Ren,can you hear me...?"

"Harder?" Masamune asked, "Someone's a little starved~" He teased,pressing his fingers harder against her.
 
Ren’s eyes were glazed over and staring blankly ahead, not saying a single word as he stared right through Nobu, slack-jaw expression on his face. He heard him calling out to him, but felt it too strenuous to respond, feeling like even blinking would tire him out even more.

Megohime’s hips bucked again, gasping in ecstasy as he pressed her clit firmly, almost making her eyes water. She tugged at his shirt, trembling with an embarrassed expression on her face.
 
"You're safe now, I promise, I won't leave you alone like that again.." He assured before looking over the damage and fixing what had been cut.

"You ok?" Masamune stopped to look at her, "Too much?"
 
Ren didn’t even flinch as Nobu worked as reconnecting the cut stitches, just staring ahead blankly. “...I thought he was going to kill me...” He finally muttered out, sounding far away.

Megohime’s face was flushed red. “Y-You can’t tease me and make me feel so good at the same time...!” She whined softly. “It isn’t fair..!”
 
"I would never let that happen.." Nobu assured him, "Never in a million years.."

Masamune laughed softly and pet her leg, "What's that supposed to mean? Teasing is supposed to feel good.."
 
Ren blinked slowly, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I just want this to be over with..” He said softly. “I want to go home.”

Megohime felt her skin tingle at his touch, face still flushed to her ears, using the sleeves of her sweater to cover her mouth. “It does...” She mumbled, shy about talking openly about their sexual encounters, but still in the mood enough to leave her legs open for him.
 
He nodded and finished the stitching before brushing some of Ren's hair back gently.
"We will as soon as the hearing is done.." He said. The door opened again and Motochika peeked in.
"It's time, let's go." He said and Nobu nodded before moving to push Ren.
"I won't leave your side.." He said gently.

"Then relax~" He said and moved to kiss her head before he moved slowly under her panties and worked her clit.
 
Ren wrung his hands as he was rolled out of the private room and into the long hallway that led to the council room, heart beating in his chest, knowing he would have to face Matsunaga again.

Megohime nodded and let out a shudder of a breath, clearly enjoying his gentle touches by how she muffled her moans and whimpers with her sweater sleeve.
 
When they entered the council area, the heads minus Motochika all sat in wait. Motochika was standing at the podium in front, Matsunaga at the other on the opposite side. Nobu moved Ren to the other side of Motochika, away from Matsunaga,and stood beside him.
"And what brings Matsunaga before us again?" Shingen asked. Motochika held up the pictures of Ren after he had been sent home in a box.
"He has cauaed purposeful harm to one of my workers, butchering him like a pig and filling him with near lethal levels of silver."
"It was done in self defense." Matsunaga said.

Masamune went back to kissing Megohime's neck as he worked her slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her.
 
Jin was also absent, Matsunaga’s doctor sending a note in her absence that she was both mentally and physically unwell due to her pregnancy.
Ren took a quick glance around, looking at all of the serious faces that stared back. “Butchered like a pig.” “Self defense” Both statements made him want to vomit.
“Please, Matsunaga-dono, allow Chosokabe his piece before speaking.” Uesugi said, raising his hand to silence the other clan head.

He felt her core growing more and more wet as he rubbed her, his fingers becoming slick with her juices, and soon, she was unable to contain her moans. “M-Masamune...!” She gripped the sheets tightly, turning her head to kiss him again, a deeply desperate kiss.
 
"And why did you send one of your own to Matsunaga?" Terumune asked. Motochika handed over the photos, whixh repulsed everyone.
"I was concerned for the safety of his wife and wanted to make sure he was not further harming her. As my right, I sparked my own investigation into the matter." Motochika answered, "He responded by sectioning Ren."
"Hisehide?" Shingen asked. Matsunaga scowled softly.
"This investigation is a falsehood. He sent the creature into my home to snoop through my things. He had pictures taken of my personal transactions for my museums."
"You could have grabbed a burner and done that yourself..." Terumune snorted.

Masamune kissed back and worked her faster, getting off on her sounds. He could feel himself begin to throb.
 
Ren gripped the arms of the wheelchair when he was called a creature, but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt the trial.
“Do you have proof that he committed such a crime?” Uesugi asked, his expression as neutral as always.

Megohime kissed him deeply, her thighs trembling hard before she squeezed them closed, her core tightening and trembling as she came. She let out a strangled moan against his lips, holding the front of his shirt tightly, breathing heavily.
 
"I have the sim card as well as the phone." Matsunaga said, setting down the phone Ren had used. It was a plain and simple looking phone,and it didn't amuse Terumune or Shingen very much.
"You could have bought that for yourself. It could very well be your own phone." Terumune scowled.

Masamune slowly pulled his hand away and kissed her collarbone and neck slowly, "You good~?"
 
Ren recognized the phone immediately as his own phone, looking back to his lap, catching Uesugi’s attention.
“Is this truly your phone, Ren?”
Ren sat silently for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it is.” He muttered.

Megohime nodded, face flushed and she nodded, looking up at him. “It felt really good..”
 
"Did he take your phone without cause?" Shingen asked. Nobu gently took Ren's hand, noticing him become even more tense.

"I'm glad~ been a long while since I was with a girl last~" He said.
 
Ren didn’t feel comfortable bringing his gaze up to look at the council before him. “I took pictures, yeah...” He nodded numbly. “But I only handed over the SIM chip after he pulled the silver knife out of my heart... After he had spent nearly an hour digging around in my insides.” His voice was shaking, ears flushed at the thought of the horrifying experience.

((*ditches them for now*))
 
All eyes landed on Matsunaga and his expression became incredibly annoyed.
"I don't think that really matters here."
"I think it does." Shingen stated firmly.
 
“And even after I handed over the SIM, after I begged for him to stop and let me go, he just put the knife back into my chest... I was conscious for days... The whole damn time!” He clenched his fists hard and couldn’t help but let his tears flow, shaking as he had to recount the nightmare he suffered through.
 
"Can I take him out of here please? Before his mental state deteriorates further?" Nobu asked. Motochika waved his hand and Nobu moved to pull Ren out of the room.
 
Ren was hyperventilating as he was wheeled out, tears pouring down his face now, the healing wounds aching in remembrance of his torture.

“And what have you say to that claim, Matsunaga-dono?” Uesugi asked calmly, the faintest of scowls on his face.
 
"It's ok, you're ok...he won't hurt you." Nobu soothed, taking him straight to the car.

"I don't believe anything said in my defense will truly be believed." Matsunaga answered calmly.
 
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