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“Is it just us?” Utahime asked, entering Gojo’s apartment and glancing around the empty space.
“The others seem to be running late,” Gojo replied before offering her a beer.
She accepted the drink as she settled onto a black zabuton in the living room. Taking a sip, she made a face at the bitterness. “What are you serving me? Poison?”
“Poison would be sweet,” he replied with a smug grin.
Utahime rolled her eyes and tried another sip before making another face. Choosing to be brave, she downed the entire drink in one gulp.
“Next time, I’ll choose what we should drink.” She suggested before setting the empty bottle down.
Gojo hummed distractedly, staring at his phone.
Noting his disinterest, Utahime scanned the familiar living space and wiped at the sweat accumulating on her brow. The space hadn’t changed much since the last time she had been here. The room remained sparely furnished, with only the necessities to entertain. She tugged on the edge of her white kosode wishing she had worn some normal clothes. She was overheating in her miko outfit and probably needed some ice water.
Standing with the intention of heading to the kitchen, she was hit with a sudden wave of unsteadiness. Thumb and forefinger settled against her clammy forehead as she settled back onto the zabuton . Why did she feel so strange?
“I have something to confess, Utahime,” Gojo interjected in the midst of her confusion. “The truth is that you are the only guest I invited tonight.”
Her face scrunched into confusion, but she couldn’t find the words to express herself.
“No one else is coming tonight,” he continued slowly, as though he knew it was hard for her to wrap her head around the deception.
She finally managed to coordinate the shape of her lips into a simple question, “Why?”
The atmosphere shifted with sudden tension as the full weight of his stare settled on her from across the room.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, and I’ve finally decided to do something about it.”
Utahime managed to scowl.
“I guess I should be flattered for the interest of the most powerful sorcerer in the world,” she scoffed, standing unsteadily. “No, thank you. I’m not like the women who fall at your feet.”
“No, you are not,” he conceded as he started to unbutton his uniform. “But I can’t get the image of you naked and begging out of my mind.”
Utahime couldn’t look away as he slowly revealed the smooth and muscled skin of his torso. A wet feminine throb coiled low in her abdomen as her eyes traced the flex of long fingers. She managed to take a step back, even as the fire rose further inside of her body. Sweat dripped down her temple, while the clothes on her body became too abrasive on her sensitive skin.
“I-i would never sleep with you,” she stuttered, crossing her arms stubbornly to hide her peaked nipples.
Gojo merely hummed again while he stripped himself of the rest of his clothing. Black cloth fell away as his partially erect member was revealed. It was strange to be in the presence of so much coiled masculinity. It was the first time Utahime saw him as someone other than her junior.
She realized, too late, that Gojo was a man.
And they were alone.
“This should have been enough time for the aphrodisiac to settle in,” he mused, head tilting to the side.
Aphrodisiac?
Utahime trembled as sudden understanding slammed through her. The bitter drink, the heat, the arousal rippling throughout her body.
“Gojo! Please don’t do this,” she pleaded as he approached her weakening form. “This isn’t right. I don’t want this.”
Gojo was no help, herding her until her back slammed against the living room wall. The warmth of him seeped through her clothes, feeling like a caress against her feverish skin. A low throbbing began to pulse in her core. Fighting the betrayal of her body, she pushed against his crowding chest as he leaned in to nuzzle softly against her temple.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment we met,” he confessed, breath whispering across the shell of her ear.
She shivered at the sensation and had to stifle a whimper when his teeth grazed the thudding pulse of her neck.
“Let me help,” he whispered before the red hakama loosened across her waist.
“No no no,” she protested softly, fighting weakly against the strong, deft fingers opening the kosode around her shoulders.
It didn’t take much work for her bra and underwear to join the heap of clothing at their feet. Her head fell back against the wall panel, and she stifled a groan at the relief of the cool air against her blistering skin. Nude, she could finally feel the painful arousal pulsing deep in her body.
“Beautiful,” Gojo whispered, fingers lightly tracing across her shoulder, her breasts, her stomach, and the globes of her ass. “The epitome of feminine beauty.”
His hand cupped the soft mounds of her breasts and massaged the soft weight. Her nipples were tight and aching. The image of his silver head hovering over her breasts made her ache. She imagined his lips and tongue wrapped around the darkened tips, sucking until they were sore and tender.
“Shall we play with your pretty little nipples,” Gojo teased, and she was embarrassed to realize she had spoken out loud.
Uncontrollably, she rubbed herself wantonly against Gojo’s warm and strong body. She cried out when his tongue licked softly at her breast as his fingers traveled slowly down her stomach. They settled between the dark curls hiding her core.
Her legs gave out when his long, deft fingers found the little bundle of nerves, shocking her body with a sudden orgasm. Following her to the floor, Gojo continued his ministrations, sucking loudly on her hardened nipples. His fingers toyed softly against her opening, making wet noises, and it doesn’t take long before her body shatters again. The aphrodisiac made her body unbearably sensitive. Shivering against him, her hands settled against his shoulders. She wasn’t sure if she had been pushing him away or pulling him closer. She doesn’t have to decide as he quickly settled himself between her thighs.
“What a pretty, dripping pussy,” he complimented before spreading her wide and licking at the seam of her folds.
He devoured her like an animal, making wet lewd sounds and deep sound of male satisfaction. His tongue was ruthless, toying with her little bundle of nerves before swirling deeply in her pussy. With both hands, she covered her mouth to hide the keening moans as he made love to her clit until she saw stars.
“I want to hear you,” he demanded before imprisoning her wrists at her waist and licking deeper, sucking harder.
“Gojo, Gojo. Uh, Satoru,” she panted as he licked at her from top to bottom over and over.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably as another orgasm shattered throughout her overly aroused body. The sound of her pleasure echoed in the small living room as she continued to tremble in his grip.
“I always knew that beautiful voice would make the best sounds.” Gojo nuzzled her inner thighs with wet lips.
Breathing hard, she managed, “This isn’t real. I wouldn’t be reacting this way if you didn’t drug me.”
Their eyes met across the slopes and planes of her naked body. She couldn’t look away as he moved closer, hovering over her supine form. Removing the dark blindfold, Gojo studied her weak but defiant form with starry scrutiny. He didn’t seem satisfied with whatever he observed on her face.
“I will take it,” he replied before covering her eyes with his blindfold.
Shrouded in darkness, his scent and touch permeated her senses. She was suddenly thankful for the reprieve from his penetrating gaze. Lips found her own in a punishing and claiming kiss. Utahime pulled away quickly. She refused to kiss the man who had deceived her and who used her body without her true consent.
Biting her bottom lip, she shivered from the sensation of his lips trailing soft kisses from her chin to the curve of her neck. His lips became possessive on their quest to mark her body, sucking on the skin of her earlobe then lightly grazing the pulse of her neck with the edge of his teeth.
Biting the curve where her neck and shoulders meet, he elicited a shot of electricity from her shoulder to the tips of her toes. She involuntarily arched against him as her nipples tighten further, and her core started to pulse with new lubrication.
“So sensitive,” he chuckled softly, laving at the teeth marks now covering her skin. “I love how your body responds to me.”
Snaking a hand to grasp the hair at the nape of her neck, he forced her head upward until she felt his warmth breath teasing her own as he guided his cock between her folds. The smooth, rounded tip played wetly, rubbing and tapping against the slit of her core. Utahime was embarrassed to find her hips canting upwards, hoping to catch his length on a downward stroke.
He was slow as he eased himself into her leaking pussy. Tensing at the intrusion, she began to push against his chest and twist away.
“Ah, no,” she interjected through gritted teeth. “Too big. I can’t take it.”
Gojo chuckled darkly before hooking his arms below her legs until her knees are pressed against her chest. She cursed at how deeply, he had settled himself inside of her. They were chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Every inch of their heated limbs touched until she wasn’t sure where she ended, and he began.
“Feel me,” Gojo demanded.
She grunted at the first thrust, hardly able to breath. He felt so deep in her gut, stretching her out until it bordered on pain. Gojo wasn’t kind, going slow and deep to make sure she felt every inch of him. Each inward thrust tapped something deep and hidden inside of her, eliciting helpless sounds of tortured pleasure.
“You take me so well, Uta,” he groaned against her cheek. “Such a good girl, accepting me so deep, letting me stretch you out until I ruin you for anyone else.”
She made the mistake of involuntarily clenching against his length. He grunted harshly above her before his pace quickened. He fucks the way he fights, she thought. Slow, and playful until he was ready to end the battle with a huge explosion. Gojo was going to devastate her.
Utahime felt like she could barely keep her head above the waves of repeated pleasure. She couldn’t be bothered to feel shame or embarrassment as the pace became quick, deep and hard. Helpless, high pitch cries escaped her lips as she couldn’t help but beg for more.
Yes, deeper, harder. Give me more of your cock.
Bucking against his hold, she shattered when Gojo rubbed something deep and forbidden inside her pussy. She barely registered his stunned gasps as she was quickly filled with an unfamiliar warmth.
“Fuck, you’re really milking me so good.” His hips felt erratic between her legs as he tried to prolong their shared pleasure. “One more time, Uta, one more time. Fuck yes!”
She screamed as one orgasm ended and another began from deep within her. Something wet sprayed from her core, turning his powerful thrusts into loud, wet slaps between their thighs.
“Suck it all out, Uta. Let me breed this hungry pussy.” He growled deeply, circling his hips and trying to get deeper. “Fuck, no one has ever taken me so well.”
She cried out at the stretch, even as another ripple of euphoria coursed through her womb to accept his seed. Utahime’s body doesn’t feel like her own as she shivered and trembled from the intense orgasms. She felt uncomfortably full even as Gojo started to ease himself out of her. Something heavy and wet slid out between her folds and splattered onto the floor between them.
“I hate you, Gojo Satoru,” she declared from a worn out throat.
Removing the sweaty blindfold, she met blue eyes already studying her weak and pliant body. The silence was filled with their heavy breaths and the aftershocks of shared but forced pleasure.
“Very well,” he replied without any trace of guilt or regret. “Are you ready for round two?”
Utahime was startled to find warmth slowly curling low in her belly again.
His sharp grin was her only warning that things would never be the same.