WHEN: After the fall of the death gate
WHERE: The Warrens
WHO: Naoki Sato and Thirteen
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[14:23] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) looked out of place in the Warrens though Thirteen moved with a certain familiarity and certainly no concern for either the soft leather of her expensive shoes or the unmarred white fabric of her rather revealing dress. The pink bows on the back of her heels matched the delicate petals of the never-fading Sakura blossom that remained pinned in her ginger curls. Without concern for the very real danger that the slums presented, she moved through them with her usual quiet aplomb, the slight glitter of aether in her wake as she moved to the very sketchy bar to order a drink and then perched on the open bench. It was too early for there to be music and grinding that passed for 'dancing' down here. The stall owners were just starting to open their shop. For all of her casual ease, Thirteen's mind was focused primarily on the bright star of Ichi's psychic energy to her senses, but also on gently nudging away with a mix of telepathic and empathic gifts those that might be either a threat or inappropriate for Ichi to test his predator instincts on.
[14:36] Naoki Sato | The changes were easily felt in the shift of his Aether. It was more concentrated, focused now that he had bound himself to a corporeal form. Naoki had spent time acclimating to his renewed physical proportions, getting himself used to the weight of the limbs, the gait, the balance of bone and muscle he'd carefully crafted to resemble his prior form. It felt natural to him now. The changes were slight and his senses had returned if heightened by the bond he'd cemented to the physical structures responsible for each. He knew where she was the moment she and Ichi stepped into the Warrens and while he did take a cautious moment to ensure his spawn wasn't getting into terrible amounts of trouble his attention turned quickly to Thirteen.
There were too many people nearby for his liking. Despite the early hour the attention Thirteen attracted when she came to the Warrens was always some level of dangerous, if not always to the vessel herself. A choked gurgle sounded off from the alley across from her, the body of one vagrant slumping from behind the row of stalls to bleed out on the concrete. Naoki cared little for the blood that spattered up onto the sleeve of his shirt as he bent to rip out the man's eyes. He'd been staring far too much to keep them. When he approached her there was little to be said. Instead he reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet, the blood marring his skin and sleeve moving to coil into a thin thread that wound about their wrists. "Lex won't approve of you taking him here to hunt so often," he observed though the little hint of amusement in his eyes betrayed how little that statement was meant to dissuade.
[14:42] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) wasn't often surprised, especially not by changes in her makers. She monitored their aether semi-constantly, but to her mystical senses, Naoki-in-a-body and Naoki-out-of-body didn't really appear any different. Both were his essence; his 'soul', so to speak. Some combination of life-force and magical power. It wasn't until fingertips brushed hers as she was pulled up from her perch that Thirteen registered the change. Naoki had the chance to see those blue eyes - the same blue eyes she'd given their son - widen and then her smile was radiant in a way that he had not seen since his banishment from the flesh. "Beloved," she said, the word little more than a sigh of sound. She lifted her free hand up, ghosting her fingertips along his cheekbone, just above the spot where his jaw would split in his monstrous form. "Oh, Naoki. You've done it, haven't you?"
[14:51] Naoki Sato had mastered stabilizing the body in a more human guise. The flesh felt warm, the skin intact when she touched it. Markings ran along the seams where he'd attached the different puzzle pieces of parts together to make the whole. The flash of surprise twitched his lips into a small if genuine smile - though Thirteen could likely feel that the well of pride in managing to catch her off guard ran deeper than the muted expression conveyed. "It took too long," he answered. It was part complaint part apology, one he punctuated with a tug of her arm to bring her closer so both hands could move to cup her face. He'd relished the moment he could touch her again. Eager adjustments shifted those hands so he could feel her pulse beneath his palms, track the movements of her jaw as she spoke.
[15:10] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) needed no prompting to move into his arms, fitting her body against his like two halves of a whole. The gentle warmth of her aether flickered over him, lighting up the seams and connections of body to body and soul to body briefly. "Perfection takes time and it is worth the time spent," that was likely something quoted or paraphrased from Lex. Her fingers followed the tracing lines, finally ghosting down the scar under one eye. Her pulse raced, elevated from its normal steady thumping, "Still, I am glad to touch you once more. I have missed this. I have missed you." He felt her aether pull back, ghosting over their offspring to make sure the boy was well and whole before returning to her consort. "Is this the final vessel then? You are truly returned to me?" She did not say us. That was testament to the fact that Thirteen remained, not exactly piqued, but certainly in disagreement with Lex's firm boundary on Naoki learning this very painful lesson.
[15:23] Naoki Sato let out a little huff of air through his nose when she responded. That and the tightness of the embrace were all the sign she needed that he felt quite the same way about his forced exile. He nodded when she inquired after the vessel, his cheek nudging against the side of her head. A deep, slow inhale took the scent of her shampoo into his lungs and for a moment he shut his eyes to focus his other senses on the experience of her being so close. When her aether roamed over him the connections that ran along most of his body were barely palpable, a testament to his effort to make something cohesive and nearly seamless. The one under his eye seemed was much more obvious by contrast, something he'd perhaps left unrefined in protest to Lex's call for absolute perfection. "I won't be driven away a second time," he affirmed. Naoki seemed reluctant to pull away even as she cast her attention momentarily elsewhere. "He's hunting," he explained with a little tilt of his head. "Subtle, careful. You've been teaching him well." The comparison - and by extension Lex's influence on the boy's behaviors - to Naoki's own messier methods of dispatching prey went unstated.
[15:36] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) pulled back to look into his eyes, her lips turning down, "I tried. It is difficult to teach something that I have observed but have no... instinct for." Thirteen admitted softly, her worries quietly confessed. Her fingertips touched the open laceration once more before settling on his shoulders lightly. The heels put her almost of an equal height, enough that she could lean in and feather her lips along the corner of his mouth. "I have something for you. I... demanded it. From the Professor. Right after your body was... lost." Her phrasing was careful, though telling. The subtle freedoms that Lucifer had in freeing her psyche gave its tells. The idea of Thirteen demanding was unthinkable but tensions had been very high. "There's blood. From your original body for when you had a vessel once more." Her fingers trailed down his chest to find the blood encircling her wrist. "It was so tied to your aether I was afraid... I didn't know if you could manage it without your own blood. I am sorry. I should not have doubted." Thirteen lifted their bound hands, placing them linked over sternum, between her breasts, where the core of her aether thrummed the strongest in time with her heartbeat. Hidden behind muscle and tissue and bone, was one of those aether crystals but instead of energy it held Naoki's own blood, small and hidden next to Thirteen's own heart. "Its yours. I have kept it safe for you."
[15:50] Naoki Sato stared at her wordlessly for a moment. She knew him well enough to recognize when he was taken aback, surprised and not unpleasantly so by the presence of his blood behind her sternum. "I could feel you," he said quietly and flattened his palm to the back of her hand to press both against her chest. "No matter where I was. With the state of the dead here there were times I thought I might lose myself but it... anchored me." His head tilted forward to rest his forehead against hers. He mulled over the thought of what to do with the little blood crystal she'd made and despite the tempting thoughts of what the experience of opening her chest to retrieve it would be like, he leaned to press a kiss to her collarbone and said, "I want it to stay there. It'll keep me connected to you."
[15:56] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) closed her eyes, her hand resting lightly over the crystal, fingers tangled with his. "I would have come for you," Thirteen said softly. Her free hand traced over the rune marks on her hip, the emergency 'self destruct' enchantments that Lex had traced into her flesh and her aether that would sever her spark from the vessel. "If you lose yourself, I will find you. Always, beloved. Where you go, so do I. Even if it is into the great dark of the ghostlands or beyond. I would find you but I will hold it for you as long as you like. I would have waited until Ichi was ready to hunt on his own. He is still so young but I will not lose you. Not a second time." She shook her head slightly. "And I intend the Professor to promise that to me as well. I did not care for this separation. I will not endure it again." Meddling Lucifer. "He did tell me that you would be back. When he placed it within my vessel. Still, it was not the same. I missed your skin against mine."
[16:11] Naoki Sato furrowed his brow, if only slightly. There was a little spark of jealousy that Lex had gotten to install that little crystal inside her, even as intimately he and the Professor had worked with that vessel to create it for Thirteen in the first place. There was surprise too at the shift in her typically absolute obedience and though ."I won't lose myself. I wouldn't want you to have to come for me in the first place," he said definitively. When he finally pulled away it was brief; he sat down on the bench nearest them and pulled her into his lap, heedless of any prying eyes or passersby. "I was picky. Careful. I wanted the body to be mine entirely. To be... familiar." His hands roamed down to settle on her hips. The body felt like his own, moved like his own - when the grip squeezed into the curves of her ass it was one she knew well. "Do you like it? I want to know."
[16:21] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) went happily, though her dress was more revealing than what she typically wore, the slit sliding up high to her hip when she landed on his lap. "I love it. It feels like you." She closed her eyes, focusing on the way the skin felt of her fingertips. Thirteen tucked her face alongside his neck. "Even scent... You smell like you." Of course the slight copper-penny tang of blood probably helped it hit all the right notes. Naoki wouldn't smell like Naoki without that presence. "Though I look forward to making certain it feels just right in all the right places," her voice turned husky and teasing. "But I have no complaints to speak of. You've changed your hair. I like it."
[16:35] Naoki Sato traced the slit of fabric, wandering fingers exploring the skin exposed by their shift in position. He was stiff beneath her as she settled in his lap, the sizable package he'd chosen responding quickly to her proximity. A little roll of his hips marked how readily the teasing took effect; it had been far too long since last they touched each other for him to have any level of patience. "You've gotten bolder," he observed in response to her own remark. "I like that too."
A push of his hands and the fabric of her dress was shoved aside, baring both legs and allowing him to slide beneath the hem to reach for whatever underwear she wore (or didn't) that day. When the dress offered any level of protest from how tightly it hugged her body he simply tore at it until it hung open to the sides and his hands could roam higher, exploring her abdomen and her breasts. Naoki didn't wait before leaning in to lick then suck at the column of her neck, a bit of restraint keeping him from taking an outright bite.
[16:43] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) had worn panties since Lex had zero interest in a tryst in the Warrens and she had grown sadly used to Naoki's physical absence. She'd dressed to be a temptation and bait for prey for their son, not so much to actually engage in the sort of antics that often went down in the slums. No one touched Thirteen but her makers and she'd grown more confident in her abilities to enforce that when alone in taking Ichi for meals outside the castle. "I'm not sure how much time we have before Ichi returns," she murmured, inhaling sharply when the dress caught and tore, showing her familiar pale skin and the golden runes that flickered along it. "I'm not certain if its bolder or simply less patient," Thirteen confessed, her head tilting back with a soft sigh of pure submission. Her fingers came up to thread through the silk of his hair in blatant encouragement. "I feel time keenly now in a way I never did before." Before Ichi. Before the loss of her constant companion.
[17:14] Naoki Sato could sense his own blood in the boy. Ichi was nearby but occupied for the time being but Thirteen was right - there was no telling how long he would remain so. Without hesitation he grabbed and ripped at the panties she wore, tossing them carelessly aside as blood seeped from his body to undo and tug at his own clothing. The suit he wore was newly purchased it seemed, worn for the occasion but just as easily wrecked in the name of celebrating their reunion. Naoki didn't care any more about the people staring at them than he did about his attire - he was there with her and anyone who came close enough, whether to dissuade them or attempt to join the activities would get a quick and less than pleasant rebuffing.
"It's both," he said to her confession. His grip pushed and pulled at her hips, guiding her to grind against him so the slickness from between her lips would coat his already stiff erection. Cut and thick, it nudged against her clit with each rocking motion and throbbed at the sensation and the insight his read on her pulse gave him on her own mounting arousal. Naoki had no patience to tease. Angling his hips and steadying his cock with one hand he guided himself into her, pulling her down onto his lap once he'd pushed in past the head.
[17:25] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia): Thirteen's moan drew more than a couple of sharp glances. True, they were only a few feet from the slut-vends but there was something certainly different about the pair reuniting on the dingy bench. Certainly there were wealthy women and men who came down to get their rocks off but something about Naoki and Thirteen was off, different enough that the more wary human residents registered it. Thirteen caught his mouth with her own, offering him the little gasps and groans. As Naoki seated himself in her to the hilt, her even white teeth dug into his lower lip hard enough to draw a droplet of blood. The pink tip of her tongue chased the slight wound. She was still Thirteen, his Thirteen, with her aether wrapping tightly around him the same way her flesh did but she'd learned a few lessons in these long years; the pain of denial, the determination to care for their young. It had made her... not more human, exactly, but it had grounded her in the world more then any other lessons could have. Thirteen didn't have the drive to hunt, and she likely never would, but she was developing her own instincts and urges and certain degree of passivity was gone though never her submission.
[17:37] Naoki Sato pressed hungrily into the kiss when she bit him. His surprise was met and surpassed by the pride in her developments and as she sought the blood from his lip his powers urged more of it from the wound, tainting their lips and tongues red. His hips moved with wanton need, driving up into her as breathless groans rumbled from this throat. Past the wisps of her hair his eyes met the gaze of a vagrant that was pawing at himself under his pants as he watched. Naoki interrupted the kiss with a growled "Mine," a drip of blood leaking from the wound Thirteen had bitten into his lip to form a needle-thin spear that flew through the air to pin hand to crotch, making the poor vagrant howl in pain.
[17:45] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) smiled, her lips painted a deeper red than any lipstick she ever bothered to put on. "Yours," she agreed softly. She only had eyes for the dead man in her arms. She leaned close to his ear, "Remind me, beloved, what it is to be yours. It has been so very long." Her teeth teased the flesh of his earlobe, not breaking the skin this time before she traced kisses along the hidden seam of his monstrous mouth; a lover's kiss, before she found his mouth once more with her own, neither noticing nor caring of the people who suffered because they dared to look upon what was his. Thirteen's hips rocked in time with his thrusts, her body tight and warm with slick from their mixed passions sliding down her pale thighs and easing his passage. "Naoki. Please."
[18:02] Naoki Sato turned to lay her on the bench, one hand reaching for her throat as the other lifted her leg to hook her knee over his shoulder. Leaning forward he drove himself deeper into her as he kept her pinned to the bench, wet, slick skin slapping against her thighs. Blood swept from the pores in his skin, touching at her body, licking at her skin as if to taste every inch of her in the throes of pleasure. They teased at her nipples, lapped at her clit, trying to make up for the Jikininki's lost time exploring her body. "I missed hearing you," he breathed. Every breathless moan sent a ripple of hunger through the yokai, driving his thrusts, stiffening his cock as it throbbed inside her.
[18:06] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia): Thirteen's breath caught as his fingers clenched around the pale column of her throat, where the images of her true nature were captured in that pale skin. They had played what games they could while he'd been a spirit and she flesh and blood but it hadn't been the same. It hadn't been enough, not for Thirteen. As Naoki took control of her breathing with one strong hand, her pupils blew wide, the pulse of her blood against his palm thundering while her body clenched down on his cock. Her back arched up off the bench, muscles in her stomach beginning to tense, "Please... Oh, please. May I?" Thirteen begged for permission with what air she was allowed, her body tightening in such a way that whether or not Naoki gave permission, she might just tip over the precipice of pleasure regardless.
[18:23] Naoki Sato groaned when he felt her body betraying her need. Her tightness milked dribbles of pre from his cock but it was the keening plea that sent him into a frenzy. The uttered "Come for me - " was barely audible amid the other noises, his own self control only hanging on for a sparse second afterward. His cock throbbed as it filled her, thick cum spilling into her womb from the force of his thrust against her cervix. He didn't stop moving even as he tipped over the edge, no amount of oversensitivity stopping him from riding the high of claiming her deepest reaches for the first time in so long.
[18:29] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) stopped trying to fight the losing battle with her body and gave in to the hedonism that Naoki offered. The climax washed over Thirteen. Her body milked every drop of his release greedily as she dug her nails into his shoulder, scraping the leather of his jacket and the fabric of his skirt. She wrapped their minds together as tightly as Naoki bound their bodies, letting her pleasure feed into his and back again until she was clinging to his shoulders and shivering with the aftermath.
[18:44] Naoki Sato was still a Jikininki at the core despite his new form. The feedback loop in their minds amplified his insatiable needs and despite the slight swelling his first load left in her abdomen it was clear he wasn't done. Pulling out and hissing at the sudden rush of cool air he grabbed at her waist, moving to flip her onto her belly and take her again with not a beat of hesitation. He pressed into her from behind, his pelvis bearing down on the plush curves of her ass and the weight of his body forcing some of his first gout of seed out around his dick. Naoki wrapped his arms around her, in part as buffer between her chest and the rough wood of the bench and partly to keep her body against his. It was becoming problematic. The hour was too early for the slutvends to be in especially regular use and while lewd activity certainly saw the sunlight in parts of the Warrens, Naoki and Thirteen were distinct enough from the chaff to draw a growing audience.
[18:56] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia) realized in the languid haze of afterglow that this was, perhaps, going to be a Thing that should be addressed. People often assumed that Thirteen was a benevolent creature and, in some ways, she was, but she was as fundamentally inhuman as her makers - perhaps more so, in some ways - as while she certainly could have reached out with her psychic gifts to deal with the growing crowd, she still had her child hunting in the alleys and corners and Naoki seemed to be heading towards a frenzy that was, really, fairly well deserved. So, instead, she gently nudged her son mentally and then the Professor to step in with dealing with the remnants of Ichi's meal and returning him to the castle. With heavy lidded eyes, she eyed the crowd briefly, sifting through their minds to see which would be problematic if Naoki killed for one reason or another. Those would drop, their aether drained from them in a glowing gold mist. The rest, Thirteen left to run or be slaughtered by her beloved as he'd had a long time since he could enjoy the pleasures of his body and Thirteen felt he deserved to celebrate. "The Professor will retrieve our son," she murmured, her hips hitching up to meet him, palms cushioning her so that her face wouldn't be pressed against the bench. "Are you hungry, my love?"
[19:13] Naoki Sato | Ichi was an easy thing to guide. While the movement of people to a particular part of the Warrens hadn't escaped his attention his meal and the success of an independent hunt was more focal to his young mind. He was happy to shuffle about attempting to clean up after himself until Lex arrived, likely to find the boy practicing using his inherited blood magic to dissect the remnants of his prey for neater disposal.
Naoki paused in his thrusts, hilted in her and slick with sweat from the exertion. He nudged the hair away from her neck with his nose and lips so he could bite down on the spellwork-marked flesh, leaving an imprint of his teeth. "Always," he spoke against the bitemark. He slid out of her as if to consider taking some of the targets she left for him only to thrust back in, sudden and hard. "But I'm not done with you yet." Dabs of his blood found their way to those targets, marking them for a hunt once he'd had enough of her body to pull himself away. Naoki built back into a rhythm taking her until the bench was slick with the mess left by their reunion.
[19:22] Thirteen (aimee.aurelia): Her lips curved in smile that held just the slightest edge of primal satisfaction that deepened when Naoki struck, marking her pretty flesh with sharp teeth. To be chosen over a Jikininki's insatiable hunger, there was no truer testament of devotion to Thirteen. Her satisfaction and pride at being his brushed against Naoki's thoughts and soaked his trousers with the slick from her body. "I'm yours, Naoki. As many times as you'd like. Love me until I am raw and swollen. Until our separation is nothing more than a distant memory." Thirteen murmured, the words a throaty purr. The words whispered against his thoughts, perhaps even unintentionally slipping with how tight Thirteen had knitted their connection together. Remind Him that we were made for each other.