A week had passed, and the atmosphere in the warehouse had grown even more tense. Jogo was seething with frustration, his irritation only deepening when he saw Hanami arrive, responding to Mahito's invitation. The cursed spirit's presence felt like a mockery, as if Mahito was rubbing salt in the wound.
Mahito greeted Hanami with a sly smile, clearly enjoying the chaos he was stirring. Jogo, on the other hand, could barely contain his rage. "Why did you bring Hanami here, Mahito? This isn't a game!"
Hanami observed Akimitsu, who was still chained and helpless, his body weakened from the relentless torment. There was a rare, almost pensive look in Hanami’s eyes as they turned to Mahito and Jogo. "I despise human life as much as any of us," Hanami began, their voice calm but firm. "But seeing him like this, so utterly broken and detached from everything that once made him human... it stirs something."
Jogo's eyes narrowed. "You think you can just walk in here and take part in my experiment? He’s mine to do with as I please."
Hanami remained unfazed by Jogo’s anger. "I have no interest in your petty experiment, Jogo," they replied. "But if we’re truly going to reduce him to nothing, I might want to separate him from his humanity completely. It could be... interesting."
The suggestion only fueled Jogo’s fury, but there was a glint in Hanami’s eyes that made him hesitate. He knew that Hanami's disdain for human life ran deep, but there was also a sense of curiosity that even Jogo couldn’t ignore. The thought of losing control of his experiment to another spirit made his blood boil, yet he also knew that Hanami could bring something to the table that even he hadn’t considered.
Mahito, watching the exchange, leaned back with a smug expression. "Looks like you’re not the only one with an interest in our little sorcerer, Jogo. Maybe it’s time to share the fun."
Jogo clenched his fists, but before he could respond, Akimitsu’s weak voice cut through the tension. "Just end it... please."
The three cursed spirits turned their attention back to Akimitsu, his plea only fueling the twisted satisfaction in Mahito’s grin. "Oh, we’re far from done," Mahito whispered, ignoring the sorcerer’s desperate request.
Jogo’s anger simmered beneath the surface, but he knew that with Hanami now involved, the dynamic had shifted. He wasn’t ready to let go of his experiment, but he also wasn’t sure how to deal with the growing interest from his fellow cursed spirits. The only thing that was certain was that Akimitsu’s fate was now more uncertain than ever.
Hanami approached Akimitsu with an almost clinical detachment. Jogo’s anxiety was palpable as he saw Hanami unlock the chains, his worry escalating over the potential for Akimitsu to escape. Hanami, seemingly indifferent to Jogo’s distress, focused solely on Akimitsu.
With a calm but unsettling grace, Hanami lifted Akimitsu, holding him gently in a cradle position. They then laid Akimitsu on an old bed that had been in the warehouse long before they arrived. As they arranged the sorcerer’s position, Hanami spread Akimitsu’s legs and began their methodical approach.
Hanami started by kissing Akimitsu’s cheek, moving slowly down to his chest and inner thighs. Each touch was deliberate and serene, but there was an unmistakable intensity in Hanami’s actions.
Hanami couldn’t help but mockingly glance at Jogo’s distressed one-eyed face. “I see your eye is twitching,” they said with a smirk. “It seems you’re not quite used to seeing such… delicate treatment. Perhaps you should worry less and observe more.”
Jogo’s frustration grew as he watched, his concern for Akimitsu overshadowed by his annoyance at Hanami’s taunts. The situation was spiraling out of his control, and the sight of Hanami’s demeanor only intensified.
Hanami, having removed their pants, revealed a member much larger than either Jogo’s or Mahito’s. They placed it on Akimitsu’s stomach. Akimitsu’s eyes widened in terror at the sight and size of it. As Hanami adjusted their position, Akimitsu’s trembling hand made contact with the tip, feeling its pulse and warmth. Hanami watched silently, their expression unreadable.
Hanami moved their member up and down against Akimitsu’s body. The motion was rhythmic and forceful, making Akimitsu squirm in discomfort. Despite his distress, he was unable to stop Hanami, who continued with care for their new toy.
Hanami pressed the tip against Akimitsu’s entrance and looked up at him. “May I?” they asked, their tone surprisingly gentle. Akimitsu, feeling a flicker of hope amidst his fear, nodded in response. The simple act of being asked and acknowledged offered him a moment of relief.
Hanami pressed and began to push, slowly spreading Akimitsu apart. Akimitsu took deep breaths, his body tensing as Hanami continued. The process was deliberate and slow, each movement carefully measured.
Hanami continued pushing, and Akimitsu, having had their hands freed earlier, placed them on Hanami's shoulders for support. Hanami paused, looking at Akimitsu. “Is this alright?” they asked. Akimitsu nodded and moaned in response, “Yes, Keep going"
Hanami pushed deeper, gradually reaching the base, allowing Akimitsu time to adjust to the size. The room was filled with the sound of their breaths as Hanami stayed still, giving Akimitsu a moment to adjust.
Hanami warned Akimitsu, "Prepare for more movement," before pulling out slowly and then pushing back in. They established a steady rhythm, continuing with a consistent pace, while keeping an eye on Akimitsu’s reaction.
Hanami maintained their pace, and as Akimitsu begged for more, Hanami increased the intensity slightly, adjusting their rhythm to respond to Akimitsu’s pleas while ensuring they remained aware of his comfort.
Hanami picked up the pace, their movements becoming more rhythmic and assertive. They started to thrust faster, driven by the sensations Akimitsu's tightness provided. Hanami’s breaths grew heavier as they focused on the shifting pressures and Akimitsu's responses.
Akimitsu, still bound and vulnerable, felt the intensity grow with each thrust. The contrast between the initial discomfort and the building pleasure caused him to moan and shift, trying to find a way to cope with the growing speed and force.
Hanami, relishing the feeling of Akimitsu's body adjusting to the faster pace, maintained a steady rhythm, their own satisfaction evident in the increasing fervor of their actions. They continued, each thrust and pull was pleasurable after next, making the experience as intense as possible.
Hanami lowered their head, bringing their mouth close to Akimitsu’s chest, and they latched onto one of Akimitsu’s nipples, gently pulling it into their mouth. Hanami’s tongue flicked and swirled around the sensitive area, savoring the texture and warmth as they continued to thrust steadily.
The rhythm of Hanami’s movements was synchronized, their body pressing against Akimitsu’s as they maintained a steady pace. As they nursed from Akimitsu, their breath became warm against the skin, adding a new sensation to the overall experience. The contrast between the intense thrusting and the gentle, rhythmic sucking created a complex mix of feelings for Akimitsu, who was caught between discomfort and an unexpected level of attention.
Hanami continued their pace, adjusting their movements to Akimitsu's reactions. Akimitsu's legs instinctively wrapped around Hanami’s back for support. He moaned softly, expressing a and need. "Knock me up, go faster please" he moaned and begged.
Hanami obliged and started going deeper and faster, Akimitsu let out a jolt and moan with every thrust,
As Hanami reached the peak of their climax, they increased the pace, moving with rapid motions. The sudden shift in speed caused Akimitsu to react instinctively, his head jerking back as a wave of intense pleasure washed over him. The overwhelming force of the moment was almost too much to bear.
With one final, powerful movement, Hanami reached the peak of their actions, bringing an end to the intense moment. Akimitsu felt a shock of electricity as Hanami's cum seemed to fill him completely, making his entire stomach inflate and their cum filling up their mouth as Hanami kept pumping, Hanami finally done, Redresses themselves and does a small kiss on the young sorcerer’s cheek, and tells both Mahito and Jogo, if they are not gentle with him, They'll kill them both themselves.
