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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

He thrust into her, his breathing a bit hard. “Y-Yes..” All he wanted was to pin her to the bed and fuck her. He needed to, be needed to be buried inside her, to hear her moans. He wanted to just bend her over and- no, he couldn’t do such a thing without asking first. “P-Please..?” He begged softly c
 
He sat up with her still in his lap, making a soft noise of acknowledgment as he kissed back, slowly rolling his hips.
 
Yukimura kissed her deeply and passionately, holding her close as he moved her again to lay her back on the pillows. His movements had slowed, and he kissed her neck gently, down to her shoulder and back to her lips.
 
His movements became a bit desperate at times, but he only forced himself to slow down. He wasn’t allowed to finish unless Akihime told him, and he wasn’t allowed to finish before her. He caressed her face, kissing her once more then resting his forehead against her shoulder.
 
She felt a little bad for him, like a beaten puppy forced to obey. "N-Ne..." She said weakly, "You can do what you want, Yuki...~ it's our first time after all~ I want it to be special~"
 
He picked up his head, and his expression was a little confused, and he looked slightly pained. “B-But Akihime... Are you sure..?”
 
She smiled and nodded, "Hai...go ahead..." She told him and cupped his cheeks gently, "I want this to be something we won't forget~ or regret~"
 
Afterword, Yukimura did as he wanted for the most part, asking if things were ok or hurt her, and the two spend hours together. The both of them would come several times throughout the night, and when they were satisfied, they collapsed in a heap on the bed together, holding one another.

White hair hung off the edges of the metal table that Matsunaga worked over, a medical mask over his mouth, which had a few spotters of blood on it. The room was quiet except for the soft classical music that played from the small radio he had brought with him, accompanied by another snip, then another. Megohime couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, could hardly breath, wide eyes staring up at the ceiling, blood-shot and glassy. She lay undressed on the table, ankles and wrists locked with heavy metal restraints to the table, and a gag in her mouth from earlier, as she had been trying to bite out her tongue. She didn’t need it now, as even if she wanted to, she couldn’t even blink. Matsunaga had cut open her belly, from sternum to navel, as was in the process of digging around her innards. She felt everything, every cut, every poke- heard everything, every wet noise of her guts as he played with her innards like they were something to explore. She could do nothing, not even scream. Her hair had turned completely white at this point, and she couldn’t even recall how many countless hours she had spent with this horrible man over days- no, weeks? How long had he been torturing her?
 
"I've always found ghouls to be interesting, you know. I always wondered what made them different from us. I thank you for this opportunity." He said calmly, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.
 
Megohime wanted to scream, wanted to vomit when she felt him reach his hand into her ribcage, but she couldn’t even gurgle. Another tube had been put down her throat, but this time to keep her breathing as the muscle relaxant seemed to slow her breathing until she passed out, and Matsunaga didn’t want that.
She went back to her times with Masamune, this time she was lying in bed with him, watching him play another one of his video games. She loved watching him play, he always got so focused, always got this look on his face. His brows furrowed, and he would get this intense look in his eyes.
 
He was so passionate with what he did, whether it be his silly games or his music, he put his heart into it. He was just so genuine.
Hisehide poked her kakuhou gently, his brows furrowed. "What an odd place for this." He mused.
 
Megohime felt every touch, but only pushed herself further into the memory. She would let herself feel nothing, hear nothing of what was going on in reality. She just had to focus on Masamune. Her eyes seemed slightly calmer now that she was submerged into her memory, her expression looking like she was at peace.
 
It was like she was back at his apartment, listening to him info dump on her about literally everything. How he had found a cool sounding American rock band, and how he thought matcha pocky was oddly satisfying in taste. He was so strange.
 
She loved just hearing him talk, just laying in bed at his side, wrapped up in blankets and listening to him go on and on about something new and exciting he had found, with his game making noise in the background. It made her happy, she got to hear and see Masamune again, how long had it been since she had seen him? Was he doing well? Was he taking his medicines?
 
“What’s that?” She would ask, sitting up and looking to him. She had never heard of such a game, was it only one humans did?
 
Her face got hot and he could see her ears turn red. “Wh-Why couldn’t we just kiss?” She blurted out.
 
She was clearly flustered, taking refuge under the blankets. “What... What if just you ate the cookie..?”
 
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