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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

“Sorry Sasuke.. I’m sorry..” Amaya wheezed out, feeling the sharp sting of another upper in her arm, stuck watching Sasuke have his teeth pulled as she waited for the second upper to hit her.

“I’d rather you keep telling me what I want to hear..~” She shifted against him slightly, rubbing against him with a teasing slowness.
 
"Aaww~" The one dealing with Sasuke mocked her, smirking victoriously. Sasuke looked to her and shook his head gently.
"No... I'm sorry, Amaya..." He muttered.

He gave a low noise, trying not to shift too much and ruin her teasing.
"That one day I'll make you a pampered house cat...~?"
 
The man with the remainder of the uppers made a face, sitting down and resting his feet on Amaya to watch the show. “Gross.” He muttered, popping the top off another upper and leaning down and injecting another pen into her. Amaya barely reacted to this one, eyes half open and staring blankly.

“You’d really do that for me..~?” She whispered, gently running her hand over his cock, gently groping him.
 
"Alright, that's it, I'm done." The one standing before Sasuke removed his gun from its holster and pressed it to his head. Before he pulled the trigger, the door was cut from the very frame. The three turned, guns ready, but a blurr took the hands of the one over Amaya before disemboweling the one in front of Sasuke. Before the last could react, his head fell from hos shoulders as Mitsunari stood to the side, sheathing his blade.

He moaned softly and have a nod, his hips pressing into her hand, "Yeah...~"
 
The house was a mess, splattered with blood and teeth scattered across the floor.
Amaya was still breathing, but her breaths were dangerously shallow. She had a glassy look in her eyes, staring blankly past Sasuke, still slumped in her chair.

Megohime made a satisfied noise, rubbing slowly up and down through his clothes. “And if I said I wanted more..~?” She brushed her lips across his jaw, placing gentle kisses along his face.
 
Mitsunari moved over quickly, examining her closely before pulling some pills from his jacket pocket. He pushed two into her mouth and forced her to swallow, hoping it would help flush her system long enough he could take her to the guild.
"Is she gonna be ok?" Sasuke asked, chest tight. Mitsunari turned to glare.
"If she's not, you'll see me again."

"Like what?" He asked, pushing against her hand again, "I'll get you anything you want.."
 
Amaya was in rough shape, cut to ribbons being the least of her worries- she was overdosing on her own medications. The man who had his hands cut from his wrists tried to crawl to the door, stifling his cries of pain as he dragged himself across the floor.

She gave another squeeze, kissing his throat and leaving marks on the sides on his neck. “A raise..~?” She pressed her hand into his cock again. “A ring~?”
 
Mitsunari stood and turned toward him, freeing his blade in a lazy but still flashy twirl and stabbing him through the chest - pinning him to the floor.

He moaned, squirming against her hand, "Yeah, Mego...~ once I get a bit more money, you'll get a raise and a ring...~" He agreed.
 
A strangled cry left the man before he fell limp against the ground, leaving the entire group dead. Amaya gagged on her own vomit, it pooling into her throat again despite the pills Mitsunari had forced into her.

She kissed him deeply, pushing her hand into his pants to fondle him slowly. “You doing ok..~?”
 
Mitsunari turned and cut her free, helping her onto her side to keep her from choking.
"What happened?"
"They found us, obviously. Ganged up and me and forced me to bring them back here." Sasuke answered. Mitsunari scowled softly.
"So, her state is your fault."
"No, it isn't."

He jerked as he kissed back, nodding slightly, "Doing great..~"
 
She coughed up the vomit in her throat, raspy breaths escaping her as the medication Mitsunari administered started to kick in to stop anymore damage that would have done by the uppers and downers. She let out a weak groan again, still clinging to life, slowly regaining consciousness.

“Do you want me to stop~?” She kept fondling him as she talked, slow and firm.
 
"She's returning to the Guild with me. Your contract will be nulled." Mitsunari said. Sasuke tried to jerk forward.
"You can't do that! We had a deal!"
"And I'm ending it." Mitsunari stated.

He shook his head gently, "N-No, please...~"
 
Amaya could barely move, and she didn’t want to either, feeling worse than her worst hang-over. Her unfocused eyes drifted around, trying to remember where she was. All her joints felt stiff, and she was too tired to move. She watched the two men in front of her argue, her gaze shifting slowly between the two of them, focusing on their words the best she could.

Megohime obliged him, continuing to stroke him, kissing his neck gently. “Do you want to be inside me..?”
 
Mitsunari carefully picked Amaya up, turning to carry her out of the safe room.
"I'll send Sakon with the paperwork later."
"You can't do this! Ishida!" Sasuke hollared.

His hard and throbbing in her hand, his head nodding dumbly, "Please, Mego...~"
 
Amaya didn’t struggle in Mitsunari’s arms, head resting against his chest. “Mitsunari..?” Was that Sasuke yelling? And why was he yelling at Mitsunari? When had he gotten there in the first place?

Megohime caressed his face and guided him over her in the bed, laying back for him and pulling up the edge of her night gown for him. “Be a good boy..~” She said softly.
 
"Rest. I'm getting you medical help." Mitsunari answered, carrying her to his car where Sakon stood in wait.

He blushed faintly as he opened his pants and pushed them down with his boxers.
"Be a good boy, huh?"
 
Amaya didn’t argue, far too weak to, struggling to even remain awake. As she slid back into unconsciousness, she murmured in protest. “Sasuke..”

Megohime spread her legs, pushing off her underwear and tossing them aside. “Don’t think you can do it..~?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
 
He didn't say anything as he laid her in the backseat, getting into the passenger's beside Sakon before they drove away.

He positioned himself at her entrance, holding her legs open for her to make things easier.
"I'm pretty sure...~ just was a bit out of character for you, is all...~" He teased.
 
She was in bad shape, staining the back seat with blood, her wounds oozing blood from being moved.

She kissed him slow and deep, aching to be touched. “I wanted to try something new..~”
 
"I will need you to find her contract with Sarutobi and terminate it." Mitsunari told Sakon. The ginger glanced at Mitsunari briefly as he drove.
"Are you sure, General?"
"It's his fault she's like this. It's for the best."

Masamune kissed back as he pushed into her, giving a low sigh of satisfaction.
"Didn't hate it~" He said breathlessly.
 
When they arrived to the guild headquarters, Jin was waiting out front with another medic tag and a gurney, a worried frown on her face. “Is she alive?” She asked Mitsunari when he got out of the car.

She let out a low moan against his lips. “Maybe next time I’ll wear something special for you..” She promised, adjusting slowly to his size.
 
"Barely. There was an empty bottle of downers and two used upper pens. Her body is shutting down." He answered, opening the door so the medica could take Amaya.

"You don't have to do that~" He moaned softly, kissing her neck as he moved slowly. He wanted this to last.
 
“I understand.” She nodded, helping get Amaya out of the car and onto the gurney, starting an iv in her hand. “We’ll do everything we can.” Jin hung the saline solution, getting ready more drugs to flush Amaya’s system as they rushed her inside.

She gasped weakly with each movement, holding him close and squeezing his hips with her thighs. “I want to.. I want to look good for you..~”
 
Mitsunari stood beside the car for a long time before he moved to head inside with Sakon.
"I'll prepare the paperwork." Sakon told him. Mitsunari only nodded.

"Y-You always look good for me, Mego...~" He said between soft moans.
 
Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, leaning her head back against the pillow. “My work clothes don’t count.” She let out a whimper, rolling her hips with his.
 
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