Scott moved around to dodge the jabs coming at him from both sides. A kick was thrown in, which he blocked by closing his arms so that it struck his forearms. Because of her weight being less than his, there wasn't much of a pushback. It was...
Akihime and Sasuke followed her before Akihime moved to lead the charge. She knocked on the door and stood there, waiting for a long minute before a slot opened. She blinked and slid the card through the slot and someone took it from her before...
He cursed under his breath, loving the sting of her nails and the feel of her teeth against his skin. The sounds of their love making echoed off the temple walls, which only seemed to drive him even more wild.
Amaya took a deep breath before exiting the car, her quinque knife tucked into her jacket out of sight.
“Good thing we took the van after all.” She mused, knowing they’d likely have to carry Yukimura out.
Megohime clung to him, dragging her nails down his back to leave fine red lines in his skin. Soft moans escaped her, biting Masamune’s neck and shoulder lightly in between kisses.
Akihime nodded and opened the gun case, holstering the gun after she loaded the suppressants. Sasuke pulled his mask off with a sigh.
"I can only assume what kind of state dana is in." He muttered. Akihime smiled wearily.
"That's why I brought this."
“Date’s the true embodiment of a slavedriver.” Amaya said, shaking her head.
“Give her some slack.” She looked at the card in Akihime’s hand.
“Well, hoping this isn’t a trap of some kind, are we heading through the front door?”