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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

“It would make me very happy.” He cooed, petting her head slowly. “Will you make me happy, Akihime?”
 
Laurent rested his hand on the back of her head, watching her work with a satisfied smirk.

Amaya knocked softly on the door to Matsunaga’s office, a soft frown on her face from being summoned by him.
 
Akihime was slow but meticulous, going up to the tip anf back down before dragging her tongue all the way up again.

"Come. " Matsunaga called from inside his office.
 
Laurent made another soft noise of pleasure as Akihime worked, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Amaya entered the office, still sporting the usual odd bruise, this time the fingers of her right hand were wrapped up in gauze, the bandages at the tips of her fingers stained red. “Did you need to see me, Captain?”
 
She took that as encouragement and moved to wrap her lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first.

Matsunaga turned to her, his eyes landing on her wrapped hand before meeting her gaze, "I did, yes, thank you. "
 
He gripped a handful of her hair, lightly pushing her head down as he enjoyed himself. “Good girl, Akihime~”

Amaya moved her hand behind her back, saying nothing about the injury. “What can I do for you?”
 
She made a weak noise, not used to giving head, but she did get great for Yukimura.

"I wanted to discuss with you a punishment for leaving as abruptly as you did." He said
 
Laurent sat back, half-lidded gaze on Akihime as she worked, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

Amaya gave a slight nod, keeping her gaze locked with Matsunaga’s. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”
 
Akihime didn't stop her work for a second, taking more of him little by little.

"Flogging. But not in the traditional sense." He replied.
 
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He could feel himself slowly coming closer and closer to climax, the feeling of her mouth making him struggle to not thrust into her mouth.

“Sounds good to me.” She did what she had to to quell her anxiety, pushing down any feelings she had about what was about to happen.
 
She tried to move faster, shifting into a better position first before she returned to her pace.

Matsunaga moved and grabbed a very thin rod, testing the weight before moving to her.
 
He used the handful of hair to guide her head over his member, slow at first, gradually picking up speed.

Amaya stood where she was, letting her hand fall back to her side so it wouldn’t be struck as well.
 
She matched the pace after a moment, face flushed darkly as she drooled over him.

He didn't instruct her to remove her shirt, moving behind her before striking her hard with the rod.
 
He continued at that pace for a few more moments before he reached his climax in Akihime’s mouth, holding her head down on him. “Be a good girl and swallow.”

Amaya clenched her fists and took the hit, the shirt she wore doing very little to soften the blow, doing her best to keep her noises of pain silent.
 
It was disgusting and she didn't want to swallow it at all but she forced herself to, groaning loudly in distaste.

He didn't wait for her to recover before hitting her again, putting all his weight into it.
 
He let her hair go, letting her sit up as he moved to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Amaya clenched her teeth, taking the hit once again, a warm feeling spreading across her back as her skin split and bled from the strike.
 
Akihime stayed in her spot, looking confused and almost in pain, like swallowing physically hurt.

He made a noise before hitting her again and again.
 
Laurent returned not long after he had disappeared, moving over to Akihime and caressing her face. “You’ve made me very happy Akihime, what a good girl.” He praised.

Amaya withstood several hits standing up before she dropped to her knees out of pain, bracing herself against the ground with her hands.
 
She gave a weak noise of delight, "Th...Thank you...Yu..." She stopped; something about this wasn't Yukimura, but she couldn't figure out what.

"Get up." Matsunaga commanded, brows furrowed.
 
He didn’t seem to care or notice that she got his name wrong, smiling even more as he pet her head.

Amaya pushed herself back up onto her feet, staggering a bit before steadying herself.

“Akihiko, Saburo, where are we going- we shouldn’t be out without our partners.” Megohime didn’t like that she had been intercepted before meeting up with Kojurou for a street patrol, the two men asking Megohime to speak with them somewhere more private.
“Relax, Megohime- it’s just a little further.” Akihiko said dismissively, stopping when the three were in an area with practically no foot traffic.
“Here’s the spot.”
“The spot? What did you have to drag me all the way out-” Megohime was cut off as Akihiko turned sharply, his quinque drawn and Megohime’s throat opening up as blood erupted from the severed flesh. Megohime’s eyes widened, dropping her quinque case to clasp her hands over her throat, staggering back with a look of shock on her face.
 
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Matsunaga struck her again, not caring if another split opened in her back or if fabric caught in it.

Saburo struck next, slashing her across the face and cutting just above her eyes. Blood leaked into her eyes, effectively blocking her vision.
"Shit." He muttered distastefully.
 
Amaya didn’t fall again, taking each strike with only a flinch, Amaya biting back pain.

Megohime couldn’t even scream in pain, only a garbled noise escaping from the hole in her throat, staggering back now blinded.
“C’mon, if you’re gonna hit her, make sure you hit on the target.” Akihiko scolded as he took another swipe at Megohime, making her let out another garbled cry as he cut at her ankles, causing her to fall to the ground. Akihiko moved over and crouched beside Megohime, pulling her cellphone from her coat pocket and standing.
“You know this is all your fault, Megohime. All you had to do was keep being a slut- and this is your punishment for trying to leave.” He dropped the phone on the ground before stomping on it. “Let’s go, Saburo.”
 
Matsunaga only stopped when his arm grew tired and sighed as he stepped away from her. "That should suffice."

"Hai." Saburo gave one final glance at Megohime before leaving with Akihiko.
Masamune was out on a walk, waiting for his people to get back to him about Akihime and who could have taken her. He puffed on a smoke as he walked, head in the clouds as he thought.
 
Amaya was trembling with agony as she barely remained on her feet in front of him, blood staining the switch in his hand. “May I be dismissed?” Amaya asked, tone numb.

As he walked, the familiar scent of blood invaded his nose, and lots of it. It smelled like a kill with how much of the stuff he smelled, but he surprisingly didn’t smell any ghouls nearby- only Megohime.
 
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