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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

The door opened after another day or so - it was hard to tell time here - amd Masamune stepped in. "How are we feeling today, Megohime?"
 
Megohime eyes looked empty, bags under her eyes and she just stared blankly at the wall. Her food was completely untouched, and she didn’t bother to change into the fresh clothes Kojurou had brought as well, was his blood starting to take effect?
 
Her eyes came to life as soon as he touched her face, biting down on his hand and latching on firmly, anger in her eyes.
 
This only made Megohime bite down harder on his hand, blood oozing from between her teeth and dripping onto the floor, glaring up at him with hateful eyes.
 
He growled in pain and his hand that was around her throat moved to pull her head back rougjly by her hair, digging his razor sharp fangs into the soft flesh of her neck and swallowing down her blood.
 
Megohime let out a sharp gasp when he sunk his teeth into her neck, releasing his hand. Her entire body went rigid and she slumped back against the wall behind her, her inner thighs twitching. What was this feeling? Why did she suddenly become aroused at such a vile action?
 
He loosened his lock jaw grip on her neck only slightly, pulling her against him and holding her almost tenderly. Her blood was the sweetest he had ever tasted in years, he couldn't stop.
 
He could feel weak tugs at the back of his coat, Megohime making soft whimpering noises that progressively got louder the more he fed from her. Her breath was starting to come out as soft puffs against his neck, and soon her legs gave out from under her, the two of them sinking to their knees on the floor. Already she could feel her warmth aching to be touched, and it was like every one of her senses was heightened. She could hardly stand that he wasn’t touching her, and soon found her hands wandering his body, head tilted to the side as she slowly rubbed her womanhood against his leg, rocking her hips back and forth with a steadily quickening pace.
 
He pulled away and licked his lips free of her blood before kissing her deeply, shifting his leg against her aching heat. Her heart beat alone was driving him insane with lust and hunger, she was more beautiful than Iisaka ever was.
 
She returned his kiss just as deeply, eyes closed and letting out a muffled moan of pleasure as she shifted and rubbed against his thigh, becoming almost desperate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself flush against his chest, heart pounding in her chest.
 
She numbly felt his hands work on removing her dress, moving to kiss her neck and lick up what blood was left oozing from her wound, "Perfect," He moaned lowly, "so wonderfully perfect, Megohime."
 
Him saying her name seemed to only push her over the edge, pulling him on top of her as she laid back on the floor, desperately working on removing his own clothing, face flushed and eyes hazy as her hands worked at the buttons on his western clothing.
 
He helped her remove his vest and work his belt before tugging her dress off and tossing it aside like it meant nothing. His cool hands ran over her bare skin, admiring her and trailing heated kisses down her body.
 
Megohime felt his hands on her body, but everything was hot. She spread her legs for him and tried tugging him closer, whimpering softly. “I need you.. Masamune..” She panted, one hand groping her own breast
 
Megohime only felt like she was partially conscious, her eyes fixed on Masamune's glowing red eyes as she rubbed her hand over her breast and let it trail down her stomach. “I...” Her mind was so foggy she could hardly think, why did she want him? Did she? What was going on?
She didn’t know, all she knew was she needed him.
“Please...” She begged softly.
 
Megohime squirmed in anticipation, reaching down to tangle her finger through his hair, tugging lightly on his hair, as if trying to speed him up.
 
He found it amusing to see her so desperate for him now. His manicured nails trailed gently over her thighs as his tongue worked over her sensitive flesh, loving each twitch and squirm she made.
 
Megohime bit into the fleshy part of her hand, doing her best to muffle the noises she made as his tongue toyed with her clit, one hand still keeping hold of his hair.
 
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, she had never experienced pleasure like this. Sure, she had eased such frustrations on her own but never did she allow such intimacies with another person.
 
She found it partially humiliating that she was allowing someone else to touch her so intimately, in a way that she had only touched herself before, but at the same time, she felt far too good to care. Moaning against her hand, she tugged again at Masamune’s hair, this time a bit more sharply.
 
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