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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 86 - The Perfect Imperfection 🔞

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A sigh erupts, rippling the stagnant air with sound. Genghis slumps forward in the low-backed gold painted leather chair and swirls the ceramic tokkuri containing his cooling sake. So much is happening and ceasing. On top of attacking the woman he cares for, with Gojo’s suspicions breeding, Temujin had to dismantle the taskforce he established to view possible futures. It would be nice to know when everything will blow up in his face but once another sees it through the technique, another knows. His greatest advantage rendered obsolete after a single unfortunate encounter with the silver shaman. It’s too much sometimes. With a mind that’s purposefully hazed; he mauls over his recent actions as the look on Amnessia horrified face becomes all he sees now when closing his eyes. Regret. So, to avoid justice, they remain open and trained to the floor between his feet until his blurring view lifts to find Suguru and Sain. His eyes soften. The Hunter again rests, still seemingly fatigued from the amount of blood lost but he raises his head and jumps when noticing Temujin. “You’re alright Sain…”, Genghis hiccups, “I wasn’t gone long at all.”.

Sain pushes his forearms up from the foot of Getou’s bed and straightens his back. He was actually trying to conjure, not sleep but at some point, being out of practice, Sain met with slumber after clearing his mind. Thoughtlessness in a sense similar to meditation is the first step, any Titer child can tell you that and even perform it without failure. Sain chuckles to his own elementary skills for the simplest of techniques these days but is able to genuinely smile while wiping his eyes and says, “Lady Oda’s light pierced him after you left.”. When Genghis sits upright in his chair, Sain continues, “I have a good feeling about it.”.

Temujin tips the tokkuri back to swig and looks to the ceiling while inaudibly praising her efforts for his pupil, thinking, ‘They’ve come a long way, haven’t they?’. As it’s swallowed down, he emotionally snickers and rubs his head while contemplating, ‘If Suguru can be salvaged, so can this all…’, desperately hoping Elska can succeed. The last resort will be Temujin going in the Final Stage himself but that will disrupt everything. Suguru isn’t ready to know the truth. The young leader only just learned how to recognize the heart that was buried underneath his tormented demeanor and has even befriended some of the turned that Genghis plans to kill. It’ll be too much for the true head. “I have the utmost faith in her.”, he finally responds.

Sain stands, grimacing to his sore shins and stiff knees, “We should really think about ergonomic flooring.”, he jokes.

“HA! I like it!”, jests Genghis, “Age is the vilest enemy.”. They share a moment of strange comradery, allowing Temujin some respite. As he gazes over the Hunter Titer stretching, the words, “Are you to volunteer for Lady Oda’s army?”, leave him and carry to the Hunter. The man’s grey eyes widen in surprise.

“Should I?”, Sain takes a few steps back and leans against the bed he once recovered in after smoothing out his robes. The thought makes him incredibly apprehensive and this comes to light as he occupies his hands anxiously with the robes.

Genghis leans forward and perches his elbows to his thighs, “I will not force you, that would defeat the whole purpose of volunteering.”. The relief that pours over Sain’s features tickles Temujin as he’s hardly ever seen the Hunter so uncomfortable. “Do you fear Lady Oda?”, he asks inquisitively.

“Shouldn’t I?”, Sain awkwardly asks with an expression that reiterates the fact that he does. “I would do it if Master Suguru commanded me to but I cannot state that I own the desire to be turned on my own.”.

Genghis retorts that Sain’s will is valued and sighs internally as he’s grateful for the Titer’s confliction. True loyalty cannot be bought; it cannot be forced. Sain possesses this ambitionless devotion towards Suguru inherently so Temujin has decided that he would like the Hunter to stick around. If Sain were to be turned by Elska, that could complicate matters greatly and ultimately lump Sain with the other turned that will be slain. Temujin also understands that Sain’s strength puts him over the threshold and would require the physical bonding to occur. It would all become very complicated. “You shall remain as you are then.”, Genghis settles the matter, and taps his foot to the ground, “Now, what kind of flooring did you have in mi-…”.

A wild shriek threatens to bleed their ears as Suguru wakes in a stupor of insanity. The ceramic tokkuri shatters against the floor as Sain and Genghis gather themselves and rush to Getou’s side. A second call echoes around them and comprehending why, Temujin grabs ahold of Sain’s left shoulder and makes them both lunge away. The noise of clashing metal rings following a harsh thud but then, it’s quiet. Genghis’s jaw slacks in amazement as he looks over his pupil, “Little one…”.

“Is this some sort of cage?!”, Suguru roars, bewildered and utterly confused, “EXPLAIN THIS!”.

Sain whispers, “Thank you.”, to Genghis for saving him from being the next sliced meat but assures, “No Master Suguru, hold on! We will get you out of there.”. Rushing over to the collapsed Titer, pinned under the shambles that remain of the medical bed, Sain pants, “Your wings did this!”.

As Sain is peeling away the tattered foam mattress and chunks of jagged metal bars, Temujin gasps to the brilliance reflecting off of Suguru’s wings. The dark brown color still holds, streaks of gold as well but their composition…they’re sustainable metal. When the sharpened feathers ripped out of Getou’s back, the aluminum frame of the bed became doomed. They sheared through everything in their wake, the vitals monitor, the fixed legs with locked wheels, all of it. “It would seem that you have evolved my dear pupil!”, Genghis could barely contain his excitement as he latches his hand around Getou’s arm to pull him to his feet.

Suguru stands, still disoriented as he tries to surmise what’s going on. He knees betray him, buckling from below but Genghis quickly supports him. “Where…what…”.

“You crushed yourself little one…”, Temujin softly replies, “You’ve been out for a while now.”.

Getou is beginning to recall that, “But why would I-…”, but then he remembers that too and it sends him into the wake of a frenzy.

“CALM DOWN!”, Genghis launches backwards when Suguru’s calamitous wings threaten them all. The walls become easy carving, chunks from lacerated clay falling to dust piles while one of the lights gets knocked from its hanging base and explodes upon crashing into the chair. “LITTLE ONE!”.

Getou feels overwhelmed with guilt and shame as he replays his assault on Elska and Naoya, how he did what he did. The emotions raging through him surge all at once and it leaves him unable to properly breathe, “Elsk-a…”. He’s panicking. It’s not until this moment is he even cognizant of his new feathers and the lethality of his lack of control. Somewhere in the conundrum that has become his mind, another memory surfaces. His distraught thoughts switch gears and concentrate on his fight against Elska in the final stage. Though riddled with unease at experiencing that lightning attack, he begins to settle as her actions demonstrated something far deeper than forgiveness. He merely forgot for a moment.

Genghis was seconds away from suffocating them with his presence but Suguru calms right before his eyes. Getou then releases his wings and heaves in air while remaining on the floor, no one else daring to usher him back to sanity.

“Els-ka…and Choso”, Suguru pants, “They…she brought me back.”. He tries to sit upright but decides against it as his body settles back into reality.

“I knew that was her!”, Sain quietly rejoices as he turns to Genghis.

“And this is why we fight so hard for her…”, Genghis offers wholeheartedly as he squats to be eye-level with Getou. He’s still in wonderment over Suguru’s new wings but slips this aside to ask, “Are you alright little one?”. To his surprise, Getou’s head raises to reveal a self-conscious smile that further dupes him. He was so sure that Suguru would likely be in a mentally frail state but his energy, while much darker, is also well-balanced.

Getou inhales deeply and this leads to the scrunching of his face, “Whew… I am ripe.”. He kindly refuses help while getting to his feet, “You’ll want me to bathe before touching me.”, and laughs as Genghis and Sain silently agree. Suguru is also shocked by his own carefree behavior but in his heart, he understands fully that Elska wants him regardless of his past deeds. She loves him. Clarity has been a rare presence in Suguru’s life but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of accepting its brilliance when presented. He could mope around and feel sorry for himself or he can finally be a man about the ordeal and face what he’s done. He has to. Her love for him is just as valuable as the others, there is no true competition, this makes sense now. Suguru hears, “I’ll start the bath!”, as Sain uses the travel technique to leave the room and Getou regrets not immediately thanking the Hunter for saving his life. It would’ve been a very slow and grueling death as he experienced, barely cognizant when Sain poured blood into his mouth. “Did we ever locate Baidal?”.

“N-no, we have not unfortunately.”, Genghis was a little thrown off by that question but remains outwardly unphased. “Its possible that he was caught up in Satoru Gojo’s awakening. He leveled a third of that academy in the process.”, the lies trickling out as easily as truth.

“That would indeed be unfortunate…”, Suguru sighs, “The boy is like a brother to Sain, I do not wish to give him bad news. I want to find him.”.

“We’ll keep looking a while longer then, ok?”, Genghis walks towards the door and throws an arm around Suguru’s shoulder, “I imagine you plan to visit Lady Oda after you freshen up?”. When Suguru blushes and nods, he proceeds, “Well let’s stretch those legs then, don’t want to fall on the poor girl do you?”, and cackles when Getou takes a willful, staggering step.

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Shoko, Megumi and Yuuji sit around the small kitchen table as Nobara gets up to frustratingly grab a drink from the fridge. Everyone is on edge after hearing what Choso said. He seems so different and yet the same, sad but confident, scared yet knowledgeable.

Shoko twists in her chair, “Thank you!”, she states while snatching the beer from Nobara’s hand, “I needed another one.”. She pops off the top and guzzles a third of it down, trying not to spill.

Rather than saying something snarky, Nobara smiles sweetly and simply reaches down for another. She knows Ieiri must be a wreck on the inside because of everything happening with Nanami and would certainly cater to her senior if it can offer some consolation. ‘Shoko just got him back…’, the thought wanders through her and leaves small depressions as it travels along.

Nobody says anything else for a time until Megumi checks his phone and notices that Amnessia is taking a while. ‘Maybe she fell asleep?’, he assures himself and feels his cheeks heat up to the thought of her being curled up in his bed. He imagines himself sliding in next to her and her cuddling up to his chest as their bodies conform into comfort, how wonderful that will be.

The door from the foyer opens and in it stands a stark-faced Hiromi with cell in-hand. He enters the room and assesses that more has happened since he left. After clearing his throat, he informs, “Kugisaki and Itadori have an urgent mission.”, but his eyes jump to Ieiri reflexively.

Shoko taps her beer bottle against the table and with annoyance in her tone, snaps, “It’s getting late and they’re probably exhausted after the shit we just went through.”. She didn’t mean to be so nasty towards Hiromi though, he’s only the messenger, “I’m sorry…”, she admits and sighs, “It’s not your fault.”.

Yuuji looks over to Nobara and stands from the table, “I think we got this!”, he assures, “We can’t neglect our duties as shaman.”. Nobara stands too and walks over to him as he receives an email with the location. They both give off the aura of being enthusiastic but a little curse slaying will allow their minds to be taken off the present.

“I think I’ll go to bed then if I’m off the hook for the night.”, Megumi states with eagerness while he pretends to yawn. “Since you don’t need me.”.

Shoko raises an eyebrow to the young Fushiguro and snickers, “Don’t keep a pretty girl waiting!”. His immediate pout of humiliation sparks wholesome laughter through the group but he quickly excuses himself from the room with Yuuji and Nobara right behind. She can hear, “You dog! You did it didn’t you!?”, as Nobara excitedly interrogates the poor boy.

Hiromi sets his gaze to Shoko and wishes there was something he could do to lift her spirits. “Those blood shaman are resilient. I’m sure they will be fine.”, is all he can muster out, carefully treading in order to keep himself in check.

Shoko ducks her head back frankly as if it’s no news to her. She’s well aware of how tough the turned are but to her dismay, that brings her little comfort. Kento is still Kento but he’s also something else now. Even when they were resting together as the little party was occurring earlier, Shoko could sense his concentration on Elska. It bothers her, worries her. She’s not completely sure if he’s still the man she fell in love with. “I hate not knowing…”, she barks languidly. “I have the best laboratory in the country and I still know nothing! Not SHIT!”. She takes another drink of her beer, this being her fourth bottle, and jumps to her feet. “I need samples but I’m smart enough to know not to fucking go back in there.”, she points to the room while thinking about Choso’s hostility. “I’ll need to organize the lab anyways…”.

Hiromi chimes in softly, “Why don’t we do that then? I will help you.”. Shoko’s eyes dart up to him and at first, he mistakes for her being angry but she was simply thinking. His eyes strain to stay afloat, them desperately wishing to meander down her soft, exposed skin.

“Fine then.”, she huffs agreeably, “First order of business…”, she turns from the table and opens the fridge, shimming out a 12-pack that is only missing one. She misses the intense eyes that follow her as she bends over.

Hiromi stands there, unsure of what she’s doing until she plops the chilled cardboard fixture in his arms and instructs, “We will use these for science.”. He doubts her words as she giggles and heads towards the door but figures maybe a drink wouldn’t hurt. “Wait!”, he hollers and stares at the measly oversized shirt she’s in, how it barely covers her thighs, “Don’t you want to put on something more…appropriate!?”. He gulps after he asks, hoping to be safe from the torment of temptation as she reviews her current state of clothing. Certainly, he could not be expected to focus when her breasts and ass are nearly falling out of the poorly buttoned ensemble.

“No need.”, she waves her hand, unclouded by matters of the flesh, “I have long lab coats there, they will suffice.”. She fails to catch the reddening expression creeping across the higher-up’s face as he meekly follows behind and tries to snuff out his internal desires.

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Choso opens his eyes and immediately smiles into Elska’s abdomen, “You did it.”, he whispers against the soft dark blue fabric of her dress. He breathes her scent in deeply, slowly, wanting to internalize every single aspect tingling his existence. He cannot wait to be with her as he is now; to touch her, feel her. His long arms stretch out to flattened palms along either side of her head as he hovers above, waiting for her to wake. She begins to stir and as he intensively stares from above. Usually, they’d come to at the same time due to the shared link to the Final Stage but Choso no longer endures a delay when reentering reality as before. He has become the link itself.

Elska’s view gently flutters open and gradually focuses onto Choso’s face. “My hybrid!”, she cries instantly, propping herself from the mattress to wrap arms around his neck. Her own breath splashes back into her face as she wordlessly bawls into his bare throat, unable to contain her reprieve of his still being alive.

Choso coos to her, happily supporting her weight with one arm securing around her waist as she dangles from him. Her smell, the security, all things he can finally appreciate in full. Mictlantecuhtli, the curse progenitor of the turned now resides within Choso but it’s not like Elska who has two differing sides or his brother who vessels a curse; Mictlantecuhtli has become one with Choso. He lives through each and every turned and only gains strength when his kind proliferate. Elska’s rate of initiating the synthesis is rather slow but King Bengill on the other hand has been working tirelessly on this to enhance his numbers for the upcoming war. The small population of turned that inhabited Gaia has multiplied 8 fold, thus rewarding Mictlantecuhtli’s patience with the ability to finally reach this point. The hybrid was necessary in order to enact this merger which is why his consent had to be fashioned through the draw of desire and Choso comprehends this to the fullest, and without spite. He’s always had a purpose. He has no qualms with sharing his existence if it means what it does for his master; why should she be kept from the ecstasy of feeling that end of the bond? She’ll feel a diluted example of it with the King and his brother but Mictlantecuhtli meticulously fashioned her circumstances in a manner to recognize conflict within when presented by them whereas with him, she can ascertain it all. Choso, with his new wisdom, accepts this and also knows that it’s the only way.

“You don’t have to cry anymore, Elska…”, the truest hybrid amiably combs through strands of her dark brown hair, “We’re all going to be fine.”. When her tears persist, he smirks to himself, and pulls her closer. Mictlantecuhtli over time has become obsessed with his conception, Elska. His expectations were of brutality and chaos but the memory manipulation she experienced enhanced her humanity more than thought, thus bringing her to a point where she harbors emotions. He always knew that was a factor that could not definitively be predicted and although the outcome was far off from what he hoped, her unique qualities drew him into the realm of fondness. Sentimentality is usually a repellent for the forgotten deity but the ways in which she has surpassed his hopes in terms of emotional maturity has caused him to value her even more. Her dedication to her turned is something vast and far more marvelous than his lesser creations, such as those on Gaia, for Elska does not merely view her turned as tools as most Master’s do. Mictlantecuhtli, though he has always loved Elska viciously and has nurtured this life for her, finds himself captivated, obsessed, completely in love with what she is; what she will become.

Elska sniffles into his skin, resting her worries in his arms, the very ones she feared to never feel again, “I thought you were gone forever…”, she brokenly chatters out. She can sense his serenity however and its empowering simplicity allows her to ease into normality once more, pulling away to quickly place their lips together. Choso moans quietly when she does this, a spark igniting in her core to the sweet sound of his voice. As his mouth parts, she sweeps her tongue to his and grins to the way her heart skips a beat. His hands tense from supporting to innocent groping so she blindly places her hands down with the intention of lying back but her hand slips. She looks over to the cause and gasps.

Choso guides her face back to his direction and calmy explains, “They are all perfectly healthy, Elska. They only need to rest while they undergo some changes.”. She still seems concerned over her incapacitated turned, which is understandable, so he thinks bring her good news. Brushing his thumb across her cheek, he leans as she studies his new eyes and whispers, “Your Titer will be joining us shortly. He too is better…”. She clings to him once more, an embrace in which he can feel the negativity leaving her tensed demeanor.

The relief felt from his words left her with the realization of how much her apprehension was affecting her body. The weightlessness that surfaced to the forefront of her mind eased her into the transition of gratitude. Her lungs now seem to work better, her aura stronger. There’s not a sentence that exists that would truly convey her contentment and now that she’s been gifted with the assurance of everyone’s well-being, she turns to other needs lurking within. Creating minimal distance from Choso, she cups his jaw and kisses it tenderly as the last sniffles express themselves, “You are incredible my hybrid…”.

Choso’s chest nearly explodes to her praise and the effects leave him with an amorous smile. His eyes float down the canvas of her body, his brow bending to the way she opens her legs and gradually pulls him down. She giggles when he stoically observes her shifting her arms out of the straps and even seems to eat up the fact that he’s not lifting a finger to help. He wishes to loom over and drink in every single moment for he’s waited a few millennia to be right where he’s at but honestly, who would’ve thought decrepit ideals of correction would be this sweet? When she exposes her breasts, his eyes beam bright violet which noticeably triggers her turning gears. It doesn’t matter though. He would tell her everything if she only asked the right questions. Bending his elbows, he lowers his face to her raising one and engulfs her in an aggressive kiss as the words, “I am so proud of you…”, trickle out.

Elska gasps to his commanding presence and gladly falls back and prepares herself for the ravaging. The thick violet dashes illuminate their skin in the imperial light every time Choso experiencing a surge of desire and she finds it mesmerizing. He ducks his head down to orally toy with her hardening buds and the very sight of his half-lidded eyes staining them with ancient energy fuels her with urgency. She sends one hand into his unbelievable long hair and yanks him towards her but Choso’s neck snaps back as the weight of his locks holds entirely too much tension to cradle her against the bed. “My hybrid, I didn’t mean to do that!!”, she releases him as he sits upright on his knees between her legs.

Choso grunts in discomfort and ultimately aims his face to the ceiling to stretch his back and neck, “It is alright my yolotli…”, he exhales as the confusion spreads across her face, “This is a wondrous opportunity to show you why the others are in their current state…”.

Elska is stuck on the term yolotli for she’s never heard that from Choso before. ‘What language is that?’, she asks herself, caught in a strange wave of familiarity. It’s in this instant that she comprehends her violet hybrid has become something more but it brings her the greatest comfort imaginable. “Show me then…”, she utters with anticipation.

Choso gently urges her back against the mattress and gathers his heavy hair behind to lay against his back. Once he’s certain its all placed properly, he turns his head upwards and calls for his wings.

Elska’s lips part in amazement when the deep blood-red metal feathers form and free his body from then endless thick black strands. She studies their beauty as he curls them inward to allow her physical examination. “H-how???”, she asks, bemused and in awe. He doesn’t answer immediately but instead rotates his neck around as if his neck had been chained for weeks. When he brings his chin down, his now shoulder-length wavy hair falls forward and drapes him like an art exhibit waiting to make its debut.

Choso lifts his head and exhales, “We grow stronger as our numbers enhance.”, but then crashes his lips against hers. He knew she wouldn’t delve further at this time, that the innate desire to come together would overpower inquisition.

Elska confines him against her body and simultaneously brushes what stray locks she could from his form. His touch has deepened and is almost desperate as he claws his fingers over the softness of her skin, earning tempting whimpers. His mouth lowers to her neck where she hears him say, “You are the perfect imperfection.”, in between gasps as he tongues the expanses of her throat. His need for her only gratifies the same within and she finds herself tugging at the incarcerating dress that detours their path.

After moving to her breasts where he suckles and teases, his right hand quickly moves to her core to satisfy her thrashing. Her flesh feels better than he imagined, her breathless voice a melody of the finest plucked harps, her arousal the greatest source of life he’s ever encountered. “Do you love me?”, he feverishly asks as he shreds the panties off her hips. She moans to his gesture but in his mind, he can hear her relay, “I love you. My hybrid, my endearing Choso, I love you.”.

Elska yelps when he swiftly dashes down, lifts her lower half in the air and glares provocatively as he laps up her slick. She can’t even take her glowing eyes away from the boiling expression of lust circulating through him. She’s nearly folded in half, pinned under the mass of his passion which causes her to squirm pleasantly. The way he hones into her to see how his ministrations affect her reactions has her reaching for Gojo’s and Toji’s arms where she snakes her own into them and braces for Choso’s hunger. His tongue is exploring every inch of her delicate areas as if to say there’s not a part of her he wouldn’t be honored to taste. Her eyes roll back and shut tightly when he inserts his oral muscle into her but they blare open when the sensation of his fangs hook into her mound.

Choso steadies her hips and legs while she contorts in euphoria, forcing her to remain in that position. As he watches her chest rise and plummet from the rush of his bite, he sinks them deeper and prepares for the next installment happily.

Elska’s back crescents from the sheer felicity but is confused by her billowing pheromones. There’s nothing she can do to halt their progress and although she endures difficulty with their management even at this point, she normally has the final say. Not this time though. The wave erupts chaotically, an extremely potent concoction that throws her into a haze as well since her beloved hybrid failed to let up on his actions during the release. Her body surrenders to his hostage negotiation and as the pheromones fizzle from her pores, she’s met with an insanely devastating orgasm.

Choso swallows every ounce with pride, completely infatuated with living what he knew would come to pass. He removes his fangs but keeps her hips propped in the air as he unhurriedly closes the wounds in order to leave blood to clean up. She’s still heaving in air and writhing beneath him, her cheeks red, a thin film of sweat covering her body. The perfect imperfection. He licks the remaining blood away and tenderly lowers her back into the bed where he stares at her flustered expression with the deepest of affection. He will have her but not here. Without proper warning, he scoops her up into his arms and shimmies them both of off the bed while explaining, “I already cut Toji…”, and points to the giant’s gashed thigh. She gasps but is alleviated when Choso aims his healing technique and they both wait for the wound to disappear.

Elska clasps her hands around Choso as he swivels them out of the room but he struggles fitting his larger wings through the doorframe. Her dress has fallen to the waist, appearing to be more of a skirt now but she wants her hybrid to see her so she ignores the chilled air breezing along her bareness. He walks them to the missing wall as the winter night bleeds into the will-be living room, her shivering in his hold.

“I will keep you warm Elska.”, Choso tells her with utmost certainty and sighs with a smile when she trusts that he will. As he takes a step to exit the threshold of the building, her teeth snag his ear, causing him to bite his lip before saying, “We will lay with each other under the stars as they are the only things that could hope to conspire against your beauty.”. His words leave her speechless and perhaps even further confused but that doesn’t matter right now. He sets off into the night as the icy wind whips past them, a feeling of home as he begins dazzling her with flying stunts. He soars higher through the troposphere, invigorated by her sounds of excitement until they breach the stratosphere. This is when he silently orients Elska to view what he sees and whispers into her ear, “This will all be yours...”.

With the wispy clouds at their feet and the never-ending sky stretching as far as they could see, the stunned Elska manages to understand his meaning. Her purpose. She tries to forget her calling, the vow of her ancestors, as it seems as exhausting as it is malicious but she knows deep down what she will have to do. The King, the humans, the world…it must all end as they know it. She inhales deeply, more preoccupied by the magnitude of what’s to come over the numbing of her skin until Choso drags his hard member across her frozen rear.

Choso whimpers into her ear as he pushes his tip past her folds; she mewls and invites him in. Feeling her heated walls conform around his length makes his wings flutter, thus throwing off their balance but he regains his awareness and slowly rocks his hips. She cries out seductively as he parts her, digging out the long-awaited trail into her core that forces him to hiss and he settles in completely. His arm shifts along her body to hold her in a more comfortable way but she counters by twisting to see to which she them climbs up his chest and sinks herself over his girth. He now snatches a fist full of her hair and growls against her lips when she uses her leverage to awkwardly ride him but he does nothing to hinder her attempts. Having sex in mid air is no easy feat but if there was ever a master of the winds, it would be Mictlantecuhtli. He secures her thighs with a tight grip and assists her lifting and lowering while they pant into each other. The words, “My beloved hybrid…”, escape her lips and fill Choso with such insatiable need that his hips work on their own.

Elska clings to his shoulders and back as his length dominates everything she is. The way he shamelessly sings his satisfaction encourages her own voice to carry as they melt into one another in the solitude of the sky. He fills her so wonderfully, so antagonistically but at the same time, the tenderness in his touch elucidates his desire to make her literally feel on top of the world. She takes his length as it repeatedly pummels her with his love. Her hand searches for his tundra stricken wings and caresses the forming frost away as he strokes through her.

“So…perfect…”, he growls deeply and connects their lips as the hint of her bliss soaks his testicles. She whines his name again and begs for more so he ceases his movements and narrows his loving eyes. He would definitely like to conquer every aspect of her but he knows this act will have to be delayed. She gives him the cutest pout which in turn, he kisses her reverently and states, “I believe you have a visitor on the way…”, and nuzzles his nose against hers, “I know how badly you want to see him; we should get you ready.”.

Elska’s eyes widen, “Suguru?!!”. When Choso nods yes, she squeals into his chest and understands that Choso means to continue this once they’re reunited. “Let’s go back then!”, she excitedly tugs on his arms and gently places her lips to his before whispering, “I will give myself to your whims, endure your love and be better for it.”.

Choso takes a deep, shaky breath as he was just overwhelmed by those wonderful emotions she harbors. He cups her cheek, kisses the tip of her nose and forehead and smiles down to her as he starts pulling out. It felt so good that he had to ram himself back in to which he then nudges his thrusts in a shallow manner. They quickly fall back into their dance but Choso is able to fend off his selfishness and redirect their minds, “We will bring you to your knees…”, he moans as she fixes herself securely against him. He drops them from the sky and Elska excitedly screams the entire way down.

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“I suppose the robes will be easier to remove!”, Genghis taunts as Getou pushes aside the black suit he originally selected.

Walking out of the closet, Suguru chuckles and correctively explains, “Not my intention but also not false.”, as he slips his arms through and nervously exhales.

Temujin and Sain glance at each other as if to say, “uh huhh, suuuure…”, but keep it between them. Getou’s uneasy breathing is the only noise notable and it brings Genghis to add, “You said it yourself little one, she came for you and brought you back! I’m positive that she will be ecstatic to see you.”. He closes the distance between them and rest an assuring hand on Suguru’s shoulder, “Do not be nervous.”. Genghis can’t help but feel alleviated. Against all odds, Getou has emerged from his disastrous ordeal seemingly better than before, which makes zero sense. ‘I’m not complaining though…’, he tells himself as the mysterious Suguru straightens his posture to the reinforcement. “To think there was a time when you and her were at each other’s throat, the greatest of enemies…”.

Suguru turns around and frowns, “Those were not good days…”, he mumbles under his breath, unsure of why Genghis would bring this up now. Suguru now looks at Sain and wonders when the two of them started consociating but sighs as there’s less animosity in the air.

“No, no they were not.”, Genghis concurs, “But now she has demonstrated your worth to her Master Suguru. No vile deed that has been done can sway her immeasurable devotion to you.”. Getou’s entire demeanor lightens as he listens which orchestrates further peace in his own mind.

“There are others who still despise me…”, Suguru sulks as he thinks about Naoya. He doesn’t even try to convince himself that there is a way to mend that bridge for he knows he’s gone after the Zenin too many times to expect trust. He would do anything to end the vicious cycle that has slung them around in a hopeless game of revenge and actually becomes apprehensive at the idea of facing him.

Temujin, sympathetic and aware of all the previous atrocities, sighs but doesn’t give up. “Be better than before then, little one. You will have to earn your place even still but do not let that discourage you. Lady Oda clearly desires you by her side so allow that to bring you courage.”.

‘He’s right…’, Suguru reiterates internally, now finishing the fasteners on his robes. He turns to them after tying his hair into a bun, “I will be a better man than I was ever supposed to be.”, with sincerity and kindness shining through. He scans the room, now remembering that he means to bring a gift. There’s a single metal rose that he fashioned while soaking in the tub. Too much was filtering through his thoughts at the time so he finagled some clay into his creation and managed to produce the false appearance of jasper stones. She deserves more than falsehood but it turned out far prettier than he imagined so rather than scraping the flower, it will be hers. He walks into his bathroom, still learning the new layout after destroying the last quarters in his rage and picks up the shimmering gift.

Sain watches their leader and thanks the heavens for his safe return to this dimension. He’s always admired Suguru but would never let his own desires impede their clan’s success. Sain also understands that Suguru does not see him in this way, or any man for that fact but his loyalty is only strengthened by his continuous growth. “She will love it Master Suguru, it’s quite unique!”.

Getou smiles bashfully and nods his appreciation, “I will fill it with actual jasper next time.”, he chuckles quietly.

Genghis can sense the hesitation so he shouts, “Go to her already! This is becoming painful!”. The grateful expression he receives fills his heart with joy, “You’ve kept her waiting, I’m sure.”. He watches Suguru glance between them both before focusing his traveling technique and leaves his words to linger longer than his actual body, “Wish me luck.”.

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Choso drools when she walks back into the room, fully armed with that black lingerie set. He’s been dying to see her in it since he, Naoya and Gojo were at that sex store. His eyes trail up her legs where her flesh is being squeezed by thigh highs and garters, bringing him to whine.

“Do you like it?”, she twirls around and asks but is simply met with his intense glowing gaze. She abandons her flirting to take in all of the black hair still coating the floors and her lovers in the bed, “I don’t think a vacuum will help…”, she titters and points.

“No, I don’t think so either.”, he retorts with little interest in the conversation as she stalks closer to where he sits on the couch. He automatically licks his lips when her little breasts bounce under the sheer black bra that serves no true purpose. He wants to rip it off of her but also enjoys how her nipples fail to hide behind the fabric. As she nears, he pulls his shirt off overhead and leans back into the seat. Suguru better hurry. His mouth salivates to lewd thoughts skewering his brain.

“You’re being so quiet!”, she exclaims with a smirk, “What’s going on in your head, my hybrid?”. He flashes those ominously ancient eyes to her, striking her down with instant arousal as he speaks without language.

Choso unbuckles his pants, never breaking eye contact. He refrains from freeing his erection though because if he does, its slithering back into her and he knows he needs to wait. She doesn’t seem to agree.

Elska snarls when her hand is pushed away from his lap, aggravated by his behavior, “Bring me to my knees, huh?”. She bats her lashes and slowly lowers herself to the ground and runs her hands up his thighs, stealing hushed moans from him in the process. “I suppose you weren’t wrong!”, she teases.

Choso slowly shakes his head as if he’s disappointed but on the contrary, he’s losing self-control. Her eagerness to be connected to him is everything he’s been waiting for and as the true master of this all, he’s now feeling foolish for making them both suffer this prolonged purgatory of carnality. He overlaps her hands that now rest on his hips and gestures for her to come up.

Elska straddles her hybrid, prematurely whimpering as his fingers roam the lace dividing them. She hears her name softly spoken though and upon registering the owner, she jerks her head to the right and finds her Titer.

Choso smiles, smacks her ass playfully and says, “Go to him.”.

Suguru stands there, confused by the turned in the bed, the creepy black hair that lies everywhere but what stands out more is how she’s wearing that same little outfit from before. He was blessed with the view but was unable to experience her in since during that time, he was still at odds with all of her turned when they were at the compound. “Els-…”, he’s unable to say her name again as she runs and jumps into his arms, leaving him without words. It thaws his heart, the tears being shed on his behalf, the tender way her body shakes from his arrival, the softness of her bare skin against his hands. His jaw clenches with emotion and the reluctance he felt due to thinking he didn’t deserve this dissipates as he gives in to her love.

“What happened to you?!”, her question likely muffled by his robes as he exhales and holds her dearly, “I thought you left me, that you didn’t want to be here…”.

Choso walks up to them quietly and rubs her back, “He will never willingly leave you Elska…”, he assures while gifting the Titer with a kind smile, “He knows where he belongs now.”.

Getou has to look away and take a moment to compose himself. ‘Where I belong…’, he thinks as he fights back the gale of emotions threatening to spill through. The last thing he wants to do right now is blubber in front of them but it almost happened. As if she sensed his inflating heart, he’s made to cry out to Elska’s fangs piercing him.

She drinks him carefully, decoding every bit of information that flows across her tongue. His taste still holds that spice but its more matured now, a little hotter on the throat. She moans to the flavor of his love, his insecurities, everything that comprises him but then she’s stung by the truth. The essence of his suicide still resides, the attempt to end his life over something she wasn’t even that angry about to begin with.

Choso takes a step back in preparation and attentively watches what needs to be.

Elska rips her fangs from Getou’s chest and harshly grabs his jaw, turning it down towards her. While she gathers his concentration, she closes his wounds but in her lowly voice, explains, “You dare try to end yourself over something so trivial?!”. She growls irritably to his sorrowful eyes and adds, “There is nothing you can do that will deter me from you, my Titer. I need you to understand that your death would destroy me…I cannot fathom what fate would befall the innocence of this world if you were to ever stop breathing.”.

Suguru’s unfasten. He’s beyond repair in terms of comprehension, “But I…what I did to you and Naoya…how can you sa-…”.

“Did I tell you I was finished speaking?”, she narrows her deeply red glowing eyes until he admits that she didn’t. “Yes, you were rough with me and you did it to get back at my prince but Suguru…”, her voice lightens, “The whole reason we were in that mess is because of what I wanted…”. She softens her grip on his jaw and stands on the tips of her toes to plant a small kiss, “…which was for you both you to fuck me.”.

Getou felt his eyes flicker a receptive glow to her insinuation and sends his view to Choso, who’s taking off his pants. ‘What am I not getting here?’, he asks himself, unsure of if he understood her correctly. He hears her in his mind, ‘Make it up to me right now, if you’re so upset about the past…’, and he gasps wantonly when she unties his robes. He thinks to ask her if she’s sure but allows her to undress him all the same, it just doesn’t feel like atonement. She’s forced into his chest when Choso slinks up behind and grinds into her like he’s been waiting his whole life for this happen. Her abated sighs and whimpers tear down his hesitancy and is even further fueled when she snags a hand below and pumps his shaft. “Little one…”, he whimpers when she yelps to Choso’s intrusion. She buckles forward and greedily swallows his growing length while balancing herself against his hips prior to bobbing her head. Suguru stumbles back and luckily clips the edge of the bed and sees her grin. He hasn’t the first clue as to why he’s being rewarded but she’s in a way, begging for him to participate as Choso takes her from behind.

Choso strokes through her deeply and watches his slickened member enter her each time. “Such divine liquid…”, he mumbles to himself as those lips part and suction him in. “Touch yourself…”, he whispers to her. She tightens around him the moment those pretty little fingers began drawing circles and his own famished expression could only be compared to Getou’s.

Suguru looks down his nose at Elska as her eyes lock onto him. Because her and Choso are closer in height, the hybrid’s able to enter her while standing, something Getou wishes he were able to do. She teases herself as the hybrid massages her internally, all while training her view on him. This clearly isn’t a trap of some sort, he’s not being set up to inflict more harm on her but he’s honestly afraid to go wild. What if he fucks it up? How many times would she really be able to forgive him? What if Choso gets pissed off or Naoya wakes up? What then? What is she gets hurt if everything blows up? Her words, “There is nothing you can do that will deter me from you, my Titer.”, reenter his processing as her needy eyes bore into him.

Elska’s heart is set ablaze when she recognizes that devious glint in her Titer’s expression. He stands upright and towers over in a sensually menacing way, lifting his hand to secure her throat. ‘Yes…’, she tells him through thought, ‘I am yours and you are mine.’. He bends down to steal a kiss, that of which she surrenders without question. As their tongues dance and Choso’s pace increases, she finds herself unable to trust her legs. Just then, Choso backs out of her and guides her to the couch where he maneuvers her to straddle the arm, facing the back of it.

“Fuck…”, Suguru moans when she complies and helps the hybrid remove her bra. She turns to him and wiggles her hips as Choso walks around towards her head, so Getou quickly drops the rest of his robes and gets behind her. Elska’s every movement, every sound, all that is her, radiates pure vivaciousness leaving Suguru with no further doubt. She wants to be dominated by them, to please them in ways that can only satisfy a turned. He shakes off his jitters as he aligns his tip to her glistening folds, holding his breath to finally having her once again. His eyes jump over to the rose by his robes and although he would love to present it to her first, to swoon her with his tangible apology, she’s currently throbbing for a different kind of stem. A call he must and will answer.

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savagesbonergarage · 4 years ago

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If you’re still taking requests, how would you feel about a Savage x Reader where the reader works in the Sundari palace as a hand of the duchess/lords and/or works as a diplomat, but then surprises Savage with her combat skills? (Steamy sparring/demonstration of said skills ensue from there? 👀) Feel free to make it as NSFW as you’d like (IF this is something you’d be interested in, that is 😅)!

I mean, of course?

I’m going to take some artistic liberties here and combine this request with another one, the second part to this ask about reader's first kiss with the Opress brothers. ☺️

A/n: I think the only warnings are violence, death and a little steaminess at the end? Nothing TOO steamy though...at least, not in THIS one ;)

This time featuring our favorite golden boy~

Savage

"First Kiss"

It happens after an intense battle.

The cowardly defectors of the Death Watch weren't content leaving Sundari Palace to it's rightful rulers, it seemed. It certainly wasn't an unanticipated move, with Prime Minister Almec having predicted some form of retaliation due to the imprisonment of the former Duchess Satine and the familial bond correlating with that other Kryze traitor who dared to reject Lord Maul upon Vizsla's defeat - however, no one seemed to foresee who their precise targets would be.

Rather than attempt to rescue Satine, they prioritized removing the alien intruders from the positions they obtained directly. An otherwise foolish and hasty move in any other circumstance, yet they managed to establish the perfect link that would lead them to victory - or so they thought. Before they could confront the zabraks they'd have to eliminate Almec, and in order to do that, they needed to eliminate you, his diplomatic aide. It might have worked, too, if they'd only been able to proceed beyond the first phase of their plan.

Unfortunately for them, you were also a mandalorian. Perhaps not the sort that paraded around in their armor and clung to their identity as a warrior for dear life, but you were well-versed in combat nonetheless. Despite the lack of battle situations in your daily life, you could hold your own fairly well should the need ever arise.

Today, it did.

You watched from the balcony of the palace as the city below became erratic with suspicious activity, the guards at their stations displaying unusual behavior as you watched them leave their posts and return unannounced, all the while some approaching unknown speeders crossed the boundaries of royal property - something only the traitors of the Death Watch would recklessly attempt. Clearly, some had already infiltrated the palace and were transmitting orders for a coup. Almec was inside, but he did at least have a few bodyguards with him. You, however, weren't detrimental enough to require protection, and therefore made an easy target to subdue before moving on to the rest of the ruling body - in theory.

In practice, the Death Watch assailants soon discovered that the first phase of their assassination plot had a bit of a hiccup, and by 'hiccup' that meant 'the weak-looking young lady in fancy robes is killing us, actually'. Every warrior that was sent up to dispatch you was never heard from again, and by the time the fourth comm cut out, they began arriving in pairs, and then triads. Eventually, too much precious time and muscle was wasted and the entire palace was made aware of the plot, with the red-embellished mandalorians quickly arriving to thwart the forces of the blue-armored enemies.

It was now or never if they had any hopes of weakening the fundamentals of the ruling body, so in a desperate attempt to at least get through to dispatch Almec, almost every one of their soldiers was sent to exterminate you. Ultimately this didn't go unnoticed, and even the zabrak brothers themselves were made privy to the onslaught of traitors surrounding you. Rather than send in reinforcements on his behalf, Savage was anxious to handle the situation on his own - for exactly what reason he couldn't quite determine - although he was cognizant of the fact that if it were anyone else being attacked, he wouldn't be as inclined to get personally involved.

Even though you were well-taught, you were only a single individual and therefore hardly capable of taking on what was undoubtedly a small army. The large and powerful zabrak arrived just in the nick of time to see you about to be overwhelmed by a handful of heavier-looking infantry soldiers, and before the final blows could be dealt, you looked up after being alerted to the sound of men screaming to see Savage’s arms yanking two of your attackers away and throwing them violently over the balcony. The crimson blades of his double-bladed lightsaber ignited, sending a rush of anticipation for what was to come through you as he stood with his back to you somewhat protectively, however, his resoundingly low voice ushered in a command that forbade your involvement.

"Leave, servant."

You collected yourself to the best of your ability and geared up to do as you were told, wiping some blood away from your face as you slinked off to let the zabrak handle the rest of the enemies. There weren't many left, no doubt he could defeat them all easily-

However, a horde of red-clad foes in stolen armor quickly flooded onto the platform via jetpack as well as on foot and surrounded him from all sides, firing projectiles and flames from their gauntlets all at once in an attempt to subdue him. They concentrated absolutely all of their firepower on Savage, aware that he'd still manage to take most of them out, which he did - but not before sustaining some significant damage. You watched the scene unfolding, taking notice of their strategy and how they were timing their efforts to make a constant barrage of attacks that would gradually injure him until he was weak enough to kill.

You weren't about to stand by and let that happen.

Fortunately, it seemed that your presence was all but forgotten while they focused on the beast rattling them around with his brute strength and bursts of force energy, which gave you the opportunity to give him more of a fighting chance before it was too late. There were openings all around, and although it would be risky to your own safety, you never thought twice about hesitating. Most of the onslaught that he couldn't deter was aerial, their attacks inevitable while he focused on battling the ground enemies that were posing a more immediate threat. That was your chance.

You made yourself known to them, running back out onto the balcony and yelling something to the effect of "forget something, di'kut?" while you left yourself an open and vulnerable target. One of the airborne attackers took the bait, redirecting his attention to you as he shot a restraining line from his gauntlet. You allowed it to reach you and wrap all around your leg, the wire sharp enough to constrict and cut through to exposed skin, yet you acted quickly despite the pain and yanked on the line with every ounce of strength you had, ignoring the cuts your palms sustained as you did so. He jerked downward, only by a few feet but it was enough that you could jump and latch onto him, delivering a swift kick to his face as you used the edge of his breastplate to cut the wire while you climbed onto his shoulders. He reached for you, but not quickly enough, as your thighs strangled his head and you violently jerked your hips all the way to the side, an obscene crack of bone sounding through the air as you ended him. The body went limp, yet the jetpack kept operating and you used the opportunity to guide yourself and the corpse to another of the flying opponents.

With a vibroblade that you retrieved from the dead man's belt, you punctured the jetpack and lept off of it right before the impact. He collided with an enemy utilizing their flamethrower, and the result was a fiery and undoubtedly lethal explosion that consumed not only its immediate target, but the remaining airborne attackers as well. You fell, not as gracefully as you would have liked with the force of the blast above sending you down hard, making a controlled landing nearly impossible - if you even landed, that is. Luckily, Savage took notice of your predicament and used the force to not-so-gently catch you before you missed the trajectory of the balcony completely, and with a flick of his wrist you were flung onto the hard ground. It wasn't a very graceful landing, either, as he was still preoccupied with his own battle when he helped you out - therefore the back of your head and torso took the brunt of your fall, which served to quicky render you unconscious.

The throbbing pain in your skull was sensational before you even opened your eyes. The smell of bacta filled your nostrils and the sterile sting of it was piercing through the open wounds on your skin, making you wince. However, what really seemed to fully awaken you wasn't any discomfort from this, but from the cold compress against your forehead. You stirred, and just before your lids cracked open, the pressure of the compress lessened significantly and the rag slid down the side of your face. There was a whoosh of air beside you, prompting you to look in that direction to see the blurry visage of black and gold heading toward the door.

"Lord Savage?" you inquired, voice caught between a croak and a squeak.

He stilled, apparently debating on whether or not to leave the medbay now that you had acknowledged his presence. After what felt like a full minute he pivoted on his feet to face you again, taking a single step forward as he thought of something to say.

"So," he began, a strange tinge of embarrassment in his tone, "you survived."

"I... yes," you replied, feeling a little flustered yourself for some reason, "...so did you." There was a pause that carried an unnerving amount of tension in it, and you decided to say something else to remedy the stupidly obvious statement you made. "What happened? Did the enemy retreat?"

Savage answered quickly, somewhat relieved to be having a less personal discussion. "Yes. Their forces were significantly depleted. Lord Maul is pleased with the outcome of the battle. I'm also- um...I'm pleased-, uh, grateful-, um, you fought good. Well. You fought well."

A small smile tugged at the edge of your lips, the unanticipated compliment lifting your spirits significantly. "Um, thank you. You fought well as...well."

Another painfully awkward silence. You swallowed, suddenly remembering your position as a diplomatic servant indebted to one of your masters. You spoke again, reverently and candidly. "Thank you for guiding my fall. You saved my life."

The zabrak's countenance softened for a moment before you took notice of the bob in his throat and what might have been a temporary flush in his tattooed cheeks. "Yes. Um, I apologize that it was a harsh impact. I was afraid that it did more har-" he caught himself, taking a moment to cough awkwardly into his fist before he continued, "I'm glad you're not dead." He winced after he spoke.

You felt your own face getting warmer, and this time you knew that it wasn't due to the absence of the cold cloth against your skin. It was...strange enough that he had complimented you earlier, and now he was more or less expressing relief that you were alive. It wasn't inherently anything to feel flustered about, yet you felt like he wouldn't have said those things let alone be here with you if it were anyone else. You couldn't quite discern what that possibly meant, but there was no denying what you hoped it was...

You snapped back into reality when you heard his voice again, realizing that you had been stupidly staring right at him while you were lost in thought. He looked almost strained, as though he was trying to be as nonchalant as possible and utterly failing to do so. "Your...injuries are stabilized?"

"Um..."

You sat up a little to get a better look at your own body, all properly bandaged and set despite the pain.

"Yes. What about your- oh."

Your thought was interrupted when you finally analyzed the man before you and found that he was still pretty battered in most places, the major wounds clean but still irritated without any coverings. He was raising a non-existent brow at you, confused by your concerned expression as you quickly forgot to filter your questions. "Do you not like bacta patches?"

Savage momentarily seemed somewhat reluctant to answer the question, but evidently decided to do so anyway. "I'm fine with patches. I hate droids."

Ah. After the unexpected welcome he and his brother received when the Death Watch first acquired them, it only made sense that Savage wasn't privy to being operated on by machines - and with the medbay being staffed solely with them, his disinclination to have his wounds checked was understandable. Still, your worry was outweighing your conscience, and the words slipped out before you could stop them. "I can help you."

Once again, silence. You wished that you'd been killed when your head hit the ground. What were you thinking, offering care beyond your duty to Lord Savage of all-

"Alright."

You blinked. He was serious. You both cleared your throats and avoided one another's eyes as he fumbled around looking for a chair to place at your bedside and you clumsily retrieved some bacta patches from your side table drawer. You set them on your lap and looked over as you felt him plop down onto the seat, and you almost audibly gasped when from the corner of your eye you realized he was nearly naked. You hadn't even heard him remove his heavy armor, but you...you didn't mind it. Don't stare, do not stare, do not-

"L-Let me see your arm," you managed to say coyly, feeling ridiculous as he extended his forearm and rested it in your hands, which made them look absolutely miniature in comparison. Savage was obviously a large man, but actually having him close like this and touching him only made the size difference that much more apparent. This was also something you didn't mind. His skin was so warm and rough even in places where the flesh would be more supple on anyone else, the texture so oddly pleasing against your fingertips, which were lingering a little longer than they should have been with every new patch you applied. It didn't take long for you to realize that your heart was racing, and you had to consciously pace your breaths to keep them from becoming ragged. Maker, pull yourself together!

Before long, you had applied the final patch and it was time to dress the last wound - his swollen lip. It didn't need an entire patch for such an insignificant injury, only a dab of bacta gel that you gingerly applied with the pad of your ring finger. This time, neither of you were able to avoid eye contact. You were both extremely cognizant of the...tenderness being displayed, and you could only hope that you weren't making him too uncomfortable, let alone aware of your more hidden impressions. You felt the warm wetness of the inside of his mouth against your finger, and with that you abruptly took your hand away before you did, said or thought something you might regret.

"Finished."

Savage examined your handiwork, seemingly pleased with the results. "Thank you."

"You're-, oh. I missed one."

You took his hand and faced the meat of his palm in your direction so you could get a better view of the significant scrape there. Once you had finally applied the actual last bandage, you smiled softly and breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"There we go," you uttered aloud, and without thinking, you brought his massive palm up to your lips and lightly kissed the patch over where the wound was. A beat. Your entire countenance sank as the realization of your actions finally hit you with the force of fifty rancors. Oh God. Oh my God. I really just did that. I just-

You reluctantly lifted your head to see that Savage was just as puzzled as you were, a little frozen in place as his eyes never left that spot on his hand. "What...?"

Oh, kriff.

"I-," you blurted, stopping yourself before you said I'm sorry, since, well, you weren't. Obviously you wanted to do it, but now the difficult part was explaining to the giant zabrak sitting in front of you what it all meant. Hell, you didn't really know for yourself what it all meant. "It's..." you tried again, "it's an old healing gesture. Parents will do it to their children's wounds to 'kiss them better'".

Dear God, that sounded even more pathetic out loud. Was it too late to run back out to the balcony and jump off? Maybe you could catch Lord Maul in a bad mood and he'd mercifully end you? Forget Maul, the zabrak you should be the most concerned with was presently almost right in your lap and any second now he could become unhinged-

Only, he didn't. He only looked...curious. Not angry, not confused, simply just curious. He was still studying his hand, his golden irises flickering while you all but held your breath. "Interesting," he finally replied, quelling your anxiety for the moment, "does it always work?"

"Um-"

His hand was at your mouth before you could respond, his expression charmingly eager. "Again."

Again?

He wanted you to do it again? To kiss his wound...again? You swallowed, your chest swelling up not with fear exactly, but with a strange anticipation that you weren't expecting to feel that night. It wasn't your place to deny him what he wanted, so you held his wrist up with both of your hands and carefully placed another kiss in the same spot, letting it linger for a while longer than the last. Your lips made a tiny yet audible smack against his skin when you pulled away, and Savage's eyes weren't on his wound when you drew back - they were on you.

"Hm," he whispered, "it works."

"Lord-"

"Here," Savage interrupted, bringing your hand to the patch on his chest, "this one, next."

You gazed up at him, as if to inquire if this was really okay, and his expression in return was genuinely insistent. Did he... Did he really believe that your kisses were helping, or was he...? You tried not to think about it too much, instead simply closing your eyes and bringing your lips to each patch he guided you to - his chest, his arm, his stomach, his thigh, his shoulder - and when you pulled away, heart pounding so rapidly there was no possible way of concealing it, your blush deepened when you felt Savage's lip against your fingertips. You gazed at him once again through half-lidded eyes and silently asked if he knew, if he really knew what he was doing - turns out, he did. He absolutely did. His arm was already snaking around your waist-

You started out carefully, just in case, only barely allowing your palms to graze against his pecs as you leaned in and softly collected the most swollen part of his lip in yours. You kept it chaste, making no moves to deepen it, and neither did he. You simply stayed like that for a while, only applying the slightest bit more pressure right before you pulled away. Your eyes met. There was a dual beating beneath your palms - two hearts - and with no further words needing to be exchanged between you, your mouths swiftly met again in tandem and your embrace on one another tightened. It wasn't very chaste this time, Savage uttering a growl into your mouth that wasn't at all menacing while his teeth grazed your lips, rather, it came from a place of sheer desire and need and passion-

It wasn't much longer before his large frame was pressing you into the bed, one of your hands cupping the back of his neck and the other gripping onto one of his long horns as you felt the bedframe staggering to support the weight. Savage also took notice of this and finally parted from you long enough to speak, his low breaths sensual and uneven. "Perhaps we'll continue this in my private chambers..." he growled into your neck, sending heat coursing all throughout your body before he finally asked, "do any of your wounds require...a healing gesture?"

You managed a playful chuckle, tenderly bringing your lips to his once more. "Yes. All of them."

He smiled against your skin before effortlessly picking you up and holding you against his chest. "I have my work cut out for me," he purred against your neck before pulling your body even closer to him. "I'll take all your pain away."

#savage opress x reader #savage x reader #Savage opress #savage opress x you #maul #darth maul #sorry this is so late damn

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