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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

“K-Kojurou..!” Jin was a mess under Kojurou, sweat beaded on her brow, entire body shaking, and her juices trickling down her inner thighs; she was just on the edge of her climax, feeling the same tight ball of pleasure building in her stomach before she finally cried out in her release.
 
He let out a monstrous howl as he pulled out of her before filling her, soiling the blankets beneath them as he emptied his load. His breathing was heavy, and he gave a soft whine as he looked over all the claw marks he left on her body.
 
Jin collapsed to the floor panting to catch her breath, and wincing when she rolled over to look up at Kojurou. “What’s wrong..?” She asked softly.
 
Jin slowly sat up, her back raw from the claw marks, but wasn’t especially bothered by it, the pain only a dull throb; perhaps it was the adrenaline from their lovemaking?
She moved to where she kept her medical supplies and herbs, pulling out some topical pastes that would help with the pain and to fight off infection.
 
Kojurou helped apply medicine and gauze to the wounds she couldn't reach on her own, his claws trying to work delicately. "I'm so sorry, Jin..." He muttered, ears pressed against his head.
 
She sat patiently as he applied the medicine to her wounds, shaking her head as she held her hair out of his way. “They don’t hurt as much now, please, do not worry..” How could she be so patient and kind with him, even after he had hurt her? Even after he had exposed himself for the beast that he was?
 
He gave a sorrowful whine and she felt the odd heat of his skull press against her flesh, something wet dripping down her back. He was crying.
 
Jin turned around and gently embraced his massive head against her chest, holding him and petting his fur, murmuring soothing words to him.

Megohime gagged and retched, having been feed Masamune’s blood for the umpteenth time that night alone. He had been with her since the sun started to set, forcing her down and force feeding her blood. Most of it she managed to get out of her mouth one way or another, but a couple times he was able to pour his blood directly down her throat. She had been resistant to his blood far longer than any other woman in his harem; gripping her chest and retching again, cursing at Masamune through her ragged gasps. She felt like her entire body was on fire again, sweat beading on her brow.
 
Masamune said he would be back to check on her but he never came. Probably too busy taking care of his other wives. What was with this blood thing anyway? Was he actually a vampire? She never saw him during the day; put two and two together as they say.
 
Megohime still couldn’t swallow the possibility that Masamune was an actual vampire, he had to simply be crazy. She dipped back into unconsciousness once more, only to be stirred seemingly seconds later when she felt hot liquid dripping into her mouth again, groggily turning her head away and closing her mouth. “No..” She groaned again.
 
"Damn, woman, you are as resilient as a strong box." Masamune's voice huffed, "I'm starting to get really annoyed with your horse play."
 
Megohime spat out what she could of the blood, her head still swimming from all the other blood she had been fed earlier. “No more..” She muttered, trying to just inch away from him at this point.
 
“What..?” Megohime was confused, why was he worried about if she found him attractive or not? She rolled her head over to look at him, and even with her blurry vision, she could see him quite clearly.
His eyes were the first thing she noticed, glowing blue like snow under the moonlight, his features sharp and almost feral, but yet still human enough to not be terrifying. She couldn’t feel herself blush with how feverish she already felt, but the longer she looked at him, the more this odd feeling grew in her chest.
Desire? Sadness? Why did she have such feelings for a man who had taken her from her home and done nothing but torment her for days on end? She turned her head away, closing her mouth before she could say the words that were on the tip of her tongue: yes.
 
"I only bring the most beautiful of the villages into my home...to be my brides." He said, "I just want to be loved." She didn't know if it was pathetic or admirable that his would admit such things to his prisoner.
 
The most beautiful? At best she had always thought she looked average, no man had ever said something like that to her before. She felt tears of anger drip down her cheeks, now he was just making fun of her. “Don’t... Don’t tell such blatant lies..” She growled out.
 
“Why wouldn’t you?” She hissed. “You’ve kidnapped me, bled all over me and forced me to drink you blood, and now you want me to believe you’re a vampire? They don’t exist!” She almost yelled at him. “You’re crazy! All you’ve been doing is tormenting me, why wouldn’t you taunt me!?”
 
Megohime’s Head was spinning too much to be able to tell if what had just happened with his eyes was real or not. She groaned and closed her eyes, turning her head away once again.
 
"You have enough of my blood in you that I can return in a couple days time to try again." He stated, "Rest up. Eat what Kojurou feeds you, he works very hard on those meals, he doesn't get to cook for anyone but himself."
 
“Fuck you.” She muttered from her spot on the floor, laying limp like she was out cold, but she was still awake.
 
As he said, Masamune left her alone for a couple days. Kojurou would come in and leave food and clean but then disappear for the rest of the day.
 
Megohime spent most of her days simply laying in the corner of the room. She had tried to escape six other times, but each on ended up in her capture. Eating or drinking anything made her vomit almost immediately, leading to her simply not touching her food and water at all eventually.
 
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