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In Hushed Whispers (1×1 with Jikkah)

As if his desires were said aloud, she moved so she could put his cock inside of her, slowly lowering herself onto him, letting out a soft moan as she did so. He fit inside her with little struggle, already wet enough to not have to push him in with too much effort; she went to work almost right away, rolling her hips forward in a steady motion, steadying herself against his legs, digging her nails in lightly.
 
Her moans and the sound of her skin against his filled Motochika’s ears, and Nana looked like she was clearly enjoying herself, pace slowly increasing.
 
Motochika could feel her legs trembling more and more every time he thrust into her, Nana letting out soft moans into the back of her hand. Soon she was hunched over him, hands on both sides of his head as she rode him.
 
He dug his fingers into her hips, making each thrust and bounce seem more forceful and rough as he restricted her movements just slightly.
 
“F-Fuck..! Motochika..!” She was gasping and squirming with each thrust, face flushed and her expression showing her enjoyment. It was clear he was starting to take the control, but she didn’t even mind it really.
 
She was practically whimpering for more, on the edge of her climax, her legs trembling with effort to keep riding him, gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady.
 
He noticed, her thighs shaking with effort, and he picked her up to push her onto her back before taking over, moving his hips at the same rough pace.
 
Nana felt a hot rush of pleasure move down her spine, hooking her legs over his hips as he moved roughly. Nana bit the back of her hand, sorry moans escaping her as she finally climaxed, entire body trembling.
 
Why was she doing that? Did she not like to hear herself? How odd. But his concern was immediately dashed when he felt his clikax build up faster than before.
 
Nana’s body quivered beneath Motochika’s still riding out her climax as Motochika finished himself up. She didn’t mind, mostly because she was drunk, but she did find it a bit more embarrassing to be on bottom, face flushed as she looked up at Motochika.
 
“You aren’t half bad at sex so long as you’re quiet..~” She teased, panting softly as she came down from her climax.
 
He rolled his eye and chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment." He said before he started moving roughly again.
 
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Nana didn’t stay long after their affair, despite sobering up a bit, she was still quite drunk. Stumbled back to her boat, she collapsed in her own bed, waking late in the morning. She wouldn’t be staying long that morning though, for she had cargo to move.
 
Despite her help in relieving him of his sexual stress, he was still determined to expose her for the smuggler she was. So he managed to sneak on to her ship without anyone seeing him.
 
Although it seemed like a few times Motochika had been seen, it was measly just another close call, and soon Motochika could tell that the ship had left the dock.
Motochika had read on the ship logs that Nana was heading out into some deeper waters, but it would only be for a short while.
 
He was bound and determined to find out what she was smuggling in and out of Kirkwall. He would find out even if it killed him to do so. She would finally get what was coming to her.
 
It only seemed like Motochika had been on board for but an hour before the waters turned choppy, the sea growing more and more violent by the minute. Soon he heard shouting overhead, water dripping into the cargo in a few places, then his surroundings went silent for a moment, and it felt as though he were falling. He slammed into the side of the ship with the rest of the cargo and immediately he heard wood splintering and felt water rush up around him. They were sinking.
 
The Maker had a horrible sense of humor. How was he going to get out of this? If they found him, they would gut him. But if he stayed down here he would drown.
 
Before Motochika could even think of a plan to escape, another wave rolled the ship, gutting the inside of the boat and taking Motochika with it. He was tossed around in the ocean briefly, unable to tell up from down; a heavy piece of the ship hit him in the head, unconsciousness taking him, drowning the last thought he had before succumbing.
 
When he came to, he gasped loudly before throwing up sea water. What happened? Where was he? He looked around, eyes unfocused and dizzy.
 
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