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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

He smiled back. “It’s no problem, I rather enjoy your company.” He said, sipping his coffee.

Nana nodded and shifted forward in the chair, reaching out to cup both of his cheeks and pulling him closer to kiss him once more. Her lips were soft and plump, and her kiss was gentle and slow.
 
"You flatter me, Yuki-kun.." She said bashfully, "So...may I ask you some questions?"

Motochika kissed back and made sure she was stable and confortable, not wanting her to have to push herself just to show him affection.
 
Yukimura nodded. “Of course! It’s only fair that you’d have them after I asked you some.” He said.

Nana didn’t seemed to mind, seeing as how instead of pulling away, she deepened the kiss, moving her hands down his neck and to his shoulders.
 
"How long have you worked in the CCG?" She asked, "You're so young, I imagine not for very long..""

He cupped her cheek and deepened the kiss, making a soft noise of delight as he held her.
 
“Only about three years now.” He confirmed with a nod. “I was entered into the academy at fifteen.”

Nana leaned forward to press her chest to his, letting out a soft noise as she pulled away slightly to catch her breath, then kissed him heatedly again.
 
"Sugoi~~" She swooned, "I bet your parents are so proud of you~"

In those couple days, Megohime actually went out and got some cute black lingerie to wear for Masamune, which led to them being rather intimate for the first time. He helped her with any embarrassment or guidance she needed and despite his chest pains flaring up a little worse due to his excessive breathing, it was a rather successful first time for the both of them. They laid in Masamune's bed, her head on his chest as he ran his fingers through her inky black hair, just relaxing and enjoying the afterglow.
 
Megohime had never been with a man before, and although a bit awkward at times, and a bit uncomfortable at times, it otherwise felt rather good. She placed lazy kisses against his chest, eyes closed as he played with her hair, the blanket pulled up over the both of them.
 
Megohime’s face flushed a bit. “It felt good... Was I too rough with you?” She asked, looking up at him. “You sounded like you struggled to breathe a little at the end.”
 
He grinned, "Nah, just my chest pains again...I'm fine.." He replied. He jumped out of his skin and groaned loudly in pain when his door opened and Kojurou stepped in. The Dove stared dead at Megohime before glaring hatefully.
 
There was no denying that the man who had just walked in was a Dove, he was even still carrying a briefcase and had on the familiar white coat. Megohime sat up, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders to keep herself hidden. She debated if she should kill him or not, he had seen her face after all. “I-I should go..” She muttered to Masamune.
 
"What? But, Mego..."
"Please leave." Kojurou demanded politely, his thumb hovering over the button for his quinque. Masamune looked over and scowled lightly.
"She doesn't have to leave."
 
“It’s fine, it’s getting late anyway.” Megohime moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor. She didn’t care if Kojurou watched or not as she redressed, pulling her clothes on, then walking toward him to leave through the bedroom door. “See you, Masamune.” She said, moving passed Kojurou and heading for the door. The room was tense, Megohime slipping on her shoes, then leaving, closing the door behind her.
 
Megohime stopped, turning to look at him. “And if I refuse?” She asked, staring him down. She kept her distance, not moving away from him or toward him.
 
"I'll see to it that you are hounded and harvested. Just because he is sick does not mean you can butter him up to devour him." He stated.
 
“Is that what you think is happening here?” She pushed her hands into her coat pockets. Would it be better to play along? “Perhaps I’ve already taste-tested him.” She turned her back to him. “Don’t worry, I don’t really want to see your face again either.” She said and continued on down the road.
 
She heard the familiar click and hiss of his briefcase before a reptilian bikaku wrapped tightly around her, constricting her tightly.
"Next time I will not hesitate to kill you." He stated before he pulled the quinque back.
 
Megohime scoffed softly, being jerked back slightly when he pulled the quinque back. “You aren’t a very affective investigator if you let your prey go.” She said, then took that moment to dissapear quickly around the corner. She would have to find a different way to visit Masamune.
 
Kojurou moved back into the house, where Masamune stood glaring in the entry way.
"She's different."
"Masamune..."
"If she wanted to eat me, she would have!"
"You're acting like a teenage brat."
"A brat?! You kicked my girlfriend out!"
 
Megohime woke slowly, every breath painful; she blinked a few times, letting out a soft groan, then winced. She hissed in pain, a sharp throbbing pain through her hands. Megohime was horrified to find both hands had been skewered through with a meat hook, hanging from the ceiling by a chain.
 
Megohime didn’t have the strength to lift herself up to free herself from the hook, so she had no choice but to hang there. “Bitch.” Was all she hissed, glaring; Megohime had been on her way home from Masamune’s when she was ambushed. Akihime had attacked her and knocked her out. Fighting Akihime usually wouldn’t go so terribly, but she hadn’t eaten meat for at least two months at that point, and she was weak.
 
“Do you hang all of your guests from meat hooks?” She hissed at her. “What sort of game are you playing?”
 
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