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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

She looked down at Masamune with pleading eyes, whining softly and shifting her hips. “Please don’t stop...” She breathed out, her clit throbbing with need.
 
He made a noise and went back to pleasing her, his nails digging gently into the soft skin of her hips as his tongue focused solely on her swollen clit.
 
She wouldn’t pull at his hair anymore after that, but she did still keep a hold on his long locks. When she finally came, her heartbeat was pounding in Masamune’s ears, gasping and squirming on the floor in front of him.
 
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Such a lovely sound, like the hammering of a drum. He always enjoyed the different rhythms a human heart would beat to. It was soothing. He kissed up her body slowly as he worked at the last of his clothing.
"What would you ask of me, my queen~?" He asked in a low purr.
 
His skin was cold against hers, but she found it alluring. Still trembling from her release, she leaned up to kiss him once more, deep and slow, only pulling away to speak. “Take me..”
 
Tossing away his trousers and what was left, he pressed the tip of his manhood against her entrance and entered her slowly. He was a gentleman, after all, and would allow her to adjust to him before making her truly his.
 
Megohime let out a low moan, shivering and wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. Once she was fully adjusted to him, she nodded and kissed his neck, even biting his neck lightly.
 
He purred and started moving at a rough pace, his movements hard and quick. His moans were low and almost sounded like growling, gravelly and hoarse.
 
Megohime dug her nails into his shoulders as he thrust into her, murmuring his name against the flesh of his neck, moving one leg to hook it over his hip.
 
He squeezed her thigh firmly and tugged her closer, pushing deeper into her and brushing against her spot. Her teeth and lips against his neck sent a thrill through him that he hadn't felt in so long, he loved it.
 
As soon as he stimulated the special spot inside of her, she cried out against his flesh, dragging her nails down his back and biting down on his neck; she was careful however, to not break the skin or draw blood, but enough to bruise.
 
He moaned loudly and moved faster, an inhuman speed only he could manage. "Perfection," he moaned lowly, "You're so perfect, Megohime."
 
With each thrust, Megohime seemed to go further into a frenzy, biting down his neck and shoulder, the scent of blood filling Masamune’s nose. The wound on her neck had long stopped bleeding, but the blood he smelled was fresh.
 
There was no blood, her teeth were not sharp enough and she had not bit him hard enough. Though the scent of blood was heavy from Megohime, more specifically, between her legs.
 
Megohime shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “I didn’t want to disappoint you..” She said softly.
 
He frowned and brushed her hair back, "Oh, my queen, you would never disappoint me...please forgive me for not realizing sooner." He apologized and kissed her gently.
 
She kissed back, and after a few moments of simply being embraced by one another and gentle kisses, she urged him to finish.
 
He was gentler this time, kissing her neck and running his fangs over her flesh. Before he finished, he pulled out of her, emptying his seed onto the floor. His breathing was heavy as he tried to steady it.
 
Megohime laid under him, kissing his neck and shoulder gently, coming down from her own orgasm. “I love you..” She muttered softly, gently wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly.
 
They would lay there for what seemed like hours, and eventually, Megohime would fall asleep, breathing slowly and deeply in Masamune’s arms.
 
He moved and laid her in her bed, tucking her in and redressing before leaving her in peace. He made a noise, noticing a lack of a certain scent.
"I wonder where Kojurou went off to." He muttered.
 
Kojurou was with Jin again, the two of them resting in her bed after making love- this time with Kojurou as a human. Jin rested her head on Kojurou’s chest, fingers intertwined with his as she listened to the fire crackling in the fireplace.
 
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