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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Tachi only let out soft moans and gasps, eventually pulling Mitsunari’s fingers from his mouth and lacing his fingers with his own. He never looked away from Mitsunari’s gaze, lips parted slightly and face flushed.
 
Mitsunari rested his forehead against Tachi's, kissing him slowly at random points of their love making, stroking Tachi's cock faster. He was getting close.
 
Tachi would come first, spilling his seed on his own stomach and in Mitsunari’s hand, body trembling as he moaned a bit loud, but he couldn't have cared less.
 
His hips moved a bit desperately before he gave a strangled moan, spilling his load inside him and sitting very still until his climax subsided. He panted and kissed him lovingly, cupping his jawline affectionately with his free hand.
 
Tachi moved Mitsunari’s head with one hand, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, slow tender as he gently pulled Mitsunari into his arms.
 
“I love you as well.” He whispered back, gently petting Mitsunari’s hair.

((What next~?))
 
((Wonderful!))

It had been at least three months since Akihime forced Megohime to fight practically unarmed in the arena; it was nearly nonstop and Megohime was barely given anything to survive food wise. If she wanted to eat, she had to kill her opponent and take their meat was what Akihime said, and Megohime was pretty sure she was serious. But one day felt off. There was no one waiting for Megohime when she came out. She was alone.
 
((Hell yeah~))

For weeks Akihime kept Megohime in the arena, just as she had promised, arming her only with full tableware that was due to be discarded from age. Every fight was lost by Megohime, but it also seemed like she wasn’t even trying to fight back, let alone defend herself. She had been beheaded six times, run through four times, bisected eight times, throat slit twice, and blugeoned to death three times. No matter how many times she was slaughtered, she simply revived herself, after some time however, Akihime seemed to grow bored of her, allowing soldiers into her cell at night. Soon she was wearing a leather mask over half of her face, keeping her from biting anymore of Akihime’s men and muffling her screaming. Akihime had even been so kind as to bring in many different tool for torture for those who didn’t wish to lay with Megohime, but simply relieve stress another way.
Still, Akihime had a hard time breaking Megohime, the fire in her eyes refusing to go out, no matter how many times she was killed, or tortured, or violated.
 
It was quiet, too quiet, way too quiet for Megohime to be comfortable with. But then she heard foot steps and when she looked, she saw Akihime moving to her skybox. "Good afternoon, Megohime! I hope you don't mind, I delayed your fight today by a margin because I have something special to show you~"
 
It wasn’t like Megohime could actually respond, glaring silently as she sat in the shade against the wall in the arena. Something special? Probably just another thing to humiliate her with.
 
"It took me a very long time, but I finally did it." She said before she turned a bit and gestured someone over. Who it was made Megohime's heart halt in her chest. Masamune walked to stand beside Akihime, his messy brown hair now long enough to reach the small of his back, blue feathery scales patched his skin. He stood motionless, his gaze a thousand yards away; he wore an ornate looking collar that rested against his collarbone.
 
Megohime’s red eyes widened, and she slowly got to her feet, stumbling toward Akihime’s sky box. Masamune looked as young as the day they met, not a wrinkle on his face, and not a streak of grey in his hair. She would’ve called out to him, but the leather mask pulled tight over her face was padlocked on.
 
"Isn't he lovely~?" Akihime asked, stroking Masamune's cheek affectionately. She knew touching Masamune so intimately would send Megohime into a frenzy, which amused her greatly.
 
Angry it indeed made her, Megohime trembled so hard, Akihime could see it from her skybox. A muffled scream came from behind the thick leather covering her mouth, brows furrowed and her eyes burning with her fury. She was so angry, it overwhelmed her sadness in seeing Masamune as a living weapon; she grabbed a small rock, one from the arena floor and threw it hard, aimed right at Akihime’s head.
 
Megohime stared at Masamune, trying to figure out why he wasn’t talking, and why he was protecting Akihime and letting her hang all over him like that, then it clicked. He was still angry with her, of course he was. He probably hated that he even had to look at her, just like Kojurou. She stood in the arena, not moving an inch and simply staring at Masamune. She was completely alone again.
 
((Oh boy, she's gonna love this!))

"He's so handsome, how lucky you were~" Akihime said, "But I've decided that this little collar here would keep Masamune coherent but absolutely in my control. Observe," Akihime turned fully to Masamune and cleared her throat, "Masamune, I want you to kiss me like we're lovers." She ordered. Masamune moved and pulled Akihime close, tilting her chin up and kissing her gently, lovingly. But he was shaking, like he was fighting against his body.
 
Megohime felt the rage build up in her chest, seeing red, how dare she order such a thing of Masamune? She screamed behind her mask, whirling around and grabbing more rocks to throw, then lobbing them at Akihime.
 
Akihime gasped and hid behind Masamune, some rocks hitting him in the chest and others completely missed. "How rude! I was merely demonstrating my point!"
 
Megohime would soon run out of rocks, leaving her panting heavily, struggling to breathe through the leather mask, having only two small holes for her nose. She let out a muffled scream again, shaking hard.
 
Akihime peeked out behind Masamune's broad muscles and cleared her throat, "Anyway, I wanted you to have the motivation to fight, and since you were so kind to inform me that you wouldn't with Masamune's death weighing on you, I was kind enough to bring him back~ you're welcome~"
 
Megohime was breathing heavily glaring death at Akihime, she would gut Akihime for this, for toying with Masamune’s soul, with his mind, and his body.
 
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