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Utahime sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the dark and shifting outline of the woods beyond. She’d lit a candle she’d bought at the hardware store to try and make the inside of Geto and Gojo’s ugly living room a little more festive. The flickering candlelight painted shadows on her contemplative face. Meanwhile, in the background, Gojo and Geto horsed around, wrestling like they were still teenagers. Utahime pressed her fingertips to her lips as she stared out of the window, not wanting them to know how it pleased her to hear them bickering, shoving each other into the carpet, swearing colourfully and disrupting the humdrum routine of her thoughts.
They'd always been something disruptive for her, something she shouldn't think about too much, even as she longed to be disturbed. Her small-town life was dull and predictable, but Geto and Gojo had always been a force of disorder —too unusual, too beautiful, too singular for mundanity. Utahime, a childhood companion, had never fully understood what qualified her to warrant their attention, but she was grateful for it while it lasted. They hadn't gone anywhere yet, but now that they were finished with high school, she knew that they were too differently constructed to remain with her for much longer. Small-town life wasn't their lot. They'd move along soon and take their disruptive beauty out into the world and away from her.
"Damn, the woods are spooky from here,” she whispered to herself.
They were in a grimy little house that they rented cheaply from Geto's stepfather because their independence was necessary. They were saving up for college, biding time, jerking around in the hardware store and flirting with customers at other tables in the ugly diner on the main strip of their one-horse town. They had so many jobs and yet they never seemed to labour.
"I heard that these woods are haunted," Gojo said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, pushing Geto away from him and flopping down on the cracked leather sofa beside Utahime.
"Real original," Utahime rolled her eyes. "Haunted woods on Halloween? Groundbreaking."
"Okay, not haunted exactly. There are all sorts of local legends about them," Gojo continued, "You've heard 'em, right?"
Geto nodded, making a noncommittal noise as he pushed the hair that Gojo had rumpled out of his eyes. Utahime turned to look out the window again, feeling Gojo's eyes on her profile.
"Yeah, sure, there are some urban legends in every small town," she shrugged. “People get bored.”
Gojo cleared his throat for his dramatic retelling.
"I heard that the woods around the town were once home to a secretive sect of witches. They would hold secret ceremonies and rituals in a hidden clearing and turn people into beasts. Apparently they fucked around too much with the spirit world and a ritual gone awry opened up a portal to another world. Demons escaped through it and attacked the village."
"So what happened to the demons?" Utahime asked sceptically, deeply amused by Gojo’s breathy silliness, prickling with the awareness of his proximity.
Gojo waggled his eyebrows.
"No one knows for sure. Some say they were banished back to the other world. Others say they're still out there, waiting to strike again."
"Probably left in the eighties, right? Brain Drain. Demon Capital Flight?” Utahime drawled sarcastically.
"I heard it was some culty shit," Geto hummed, coming over and pushing Gojo slightly, a little vengeful shove.
"Yeah, yeah, and I heard it was a bunch of satanists," Gojo nodded, patting the seat next to him flirtatiously, inviting Geto to sit down.
Utahime turned back to them and rolled her eyes, feeling a little flustered when they moved from roughhousing mode to their weird affection. It wasn't anything overtly sexual, but that somehow made it worse. They didn't have to do much to get under her skin, though, just a few soft smiles, a bit of gentle touching, petting one another enough to make the way that they touched her even more confusing.
"Satanists, cultists, aliens, werewolves," she sighed, trying to brush off her flash of sexual confusion with a bit of teasing "Very thematically muddled."
Gojo's fingers walked up her leg, smiling teasingly.
"You wanna go find out which it is, Uta?"
Geto leaned over Gojo's shoulder, looking down at Utahime. As usual, his face was a little more composed than Gojo's, his smile calm.
"You're not serious," she snorted, blushing at Gojo’s hand on her leg.
"Oh, you're right. How could I forget, Utahime is a little chicken," Geto teased, licking his lower lip. “Scream queen.”
"I am not," she hissed, "I'm just not a moron like you two."
"Ooooh, Uta thinks she's so grown up," Gojo taunted, his fingers still walking up her thigh, venturing too close to unchartered land.
"I'm not going into the woods at night, and I don't need to prove anything to you two."
"I think we should do it," Geto's voice was low and smooth, and Utahime could see how he'd gotten all the girls at their high school swooning. She'd seen it. "I don't want Satoru getting bored and annoying."
"Shut the fuck up," Gojo shoved him and the action jostled Utahime too.
"Okay, okay, let's go," Utahime huffed, getting to her feet and pulling her hair back.
She didn't want to admit that she was nervous, but it was impossible to hide the tremor in her hands as she pulled on her shoes at the door. It suddenly felt safer to her heart than sitting between them on that sofa. They smelled like each other, zesty, fresh and masculine.
"You're shaking. Scared?" Gojo teased. "Gonna scream and hold my hand?"
"No," Utahime snapped, "it's fucking cold."
"It is freezing tonight," Geto hummed, shoving his arms into a jacket. "It's actually weirdly cold for October. A three-dog-night."
"Exactly. It's fucking freezing and we're going into the woods to look for evidence of werebeasts or, at the very least, a cult," she growled. "So don't say I don't indulge you two and your stupid antics."
"It's fine, you're just being a pussy," Gojo grinned, and Geto snorted, nodding.
Utahime huffed, grabbing her jacket before slamming the door behind her. She stomped down the driveway and toward the street.
"Are we doing this or not?" she yelled into the night, her breath puffing out ahead of her in the cold, still air.
She didn't turn around.
"We're coming!" Gojo shouted, and she could hear him running after her, his sneakers on the asphalt, always game.
The edge of town gave way very abruptly to the woods, and Utahime shivered because it really was extremely cold.
They made their way through the trees, the leaves crunching underfoot and the thin, vindictive wind blowing through the skinny branches. The truth was that she liked to be included. Geto and Gojo confused her, but it was nice when they didn't exclude her, because Utahime wasn't the kind of girl to have a lot of friends. It was as complicated with them as it was simple.
"So, do you know where you're going, or are you just going to wander aimlessly?" she huffed, taking cold air into her lungs to speak.
"Oh shut up, Utahime," Gojo murmured fondly, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glanced back at her. "I know where I'm going. There's a clearing where the cultists were supposed to practice their creepy little rituals."
"Cultists or aliens or beasts or witches?" Geto said smoothly, lazily. “Can we decide before we get there?”
“My money is on beasts,” Utahime muttered.
"That's the spirit," Gojo said, laughing, a raucous, happy sound.
Utahime walked behind them, watching their tall shapes in the shifting shadows. The moonlight caught Gojo's pretty white hair. It made Utahime strangely excited.
They walked for a while in silence, the only sound the crunching of leaves beneath their feet. Suddenly, Geto stopped, a hand raised to his chest, glancing around.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered.
"Feel what?" Utahime asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Something... strange. Like, a presence."
Utahime shivered, her eyes scanning the shadows. She saw nothing. But there was…something weird. Now that Geto had said it, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
"You're being silly," Utahime huffed, but she trembled nonetheless. "Stop trying to freak us out."
"Maybe a bunch of kids are out here too," Gojo said, but his voice was uncertain. "It is Halloween."
"Maybe," Geto replied, but his tone indicated that he wasn't convinced.
They continued walking, the tension thick in the air now, the joke getting a bit thin. The woods seemed to close in around them, the trees looming ominously overhead. Utahime edged a little closer to them, feeling uneasy. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to blow out the candle before they left.
Suddenly, the sound of a branch snapping made them all jump.
"What was that?" Utahime hissed.
"Probably just an animal," Gojo said, trying to sound casual, winking at Utahime. “A little bunny probably. One of the beasts, Hime.”
Utahime rolled her eyes and they pressed on, determined to reach the clearing that Gojo had promised them. As they got closer, Utahime felt like the air shifted, something liquid and wet in the atmosphere, like there was mist touching her face, but she could see clearly.
Then, suddenly, the trees parted to reveal a clearing, almost too quickly.
"Wow," Utahime breathed, taking in the sight, her heart thudding. “You actually found it.”
“Uh, yeah,” Gojo mumbled, frowning in confusion.
There was a snap of a twig and she gasped, grabbing out in the darkness in fright. Her hand grasped Suguru, yanking him closer. He looked down in surprise at her fingers threading through his, her body hedging into the shape of his.
Utahime, cheeks hot about her fright, gritted her teeth, looking more defiant than she felt in the face of her embarrassment. Gojo's eyes trailed down to where Utahime was holding Geto's hand and he pouted.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked, his voice laced with mockery.
"I'm not afraid of anything," Utahime shot back, though the slight quiver in her voice gave her away.
Geto squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
Utahime's breath hitched at the warmth in his tone. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it was doing strange things to her.
"As if I need protecting," she scoffed, but there was no venom in her words.
"You think Suguru's gonna protect you from a demon?"
"There aren't any demons, Satoru," Utahime snapped back sassily, but she kept a firm hold on Geto's hand, because it caused her a strange thrill both to touch him and to upset Gojo with that touch at the same time.
Gojo rolled his eyes and strode ahead, leading the way into the clearing.
The moon was full, casting an argent glow on the scene. The clearing was littered with stones and in the centre was a large uneven, flat-topped boulder.
"Wow," Geto breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
"Is that..." Gojo said uncertainty. "Is that an alter?"
"I don't know, but it's freaking me out," Utahime said. “I’m over this. It’s fucking freezing. Let’s go.”
"Don't be a pussy, Uta," Gojo chided.
"I'm not being a pussy," Utahime shot back, but she held into Geto's hand tightly.
Then, Utahime felt a gust of wind, a strange sound in her ears like the fluttering of wings. And some quiet, high-pitched vibration of a sound — a wire plucked, or a distant laugh.
"Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Hear what?" Geto asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Utahime didn't know what she had heard. All she knew was that she didn't want to hear it again. She swallowed hard, her pulse racing. She didn't know if it was fear or excitement, but she felt alive, restless and fretful. She liked holding Geto’s hand, but she wanted to leave and see him do in the candlelight of their ugly little bungalow.
But she also wanted to stay. Maybe Gojo would get more annoyed with Geto touching her. Maybe he’d say something exciting and provoking.
They moved closer to the large boulder, the air crackling with an energy that might just be fear.
Utahime could barely believe her eyes as the surface of the stone came into view. It was covered with strange markings, runes and symbols that she didn't recognise, muddled all together with crudely carved writing. Everything was scratched in and muddled. Some of the markings were just slashing, bits of the surface chipped away like blows from an axe.
"What is that?" Gojo breathed.
"Some kind of language?" Geto asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Some of it looks like Latin or some shit."
Utahime shivered as she traced her fingers over the grooves in the rock, the ancient stone rough and icy cold under her fingertips.
"Maybe we shouldn't touch it," Utahime whispered, but her fingers were already exploring, searching for something to hold onto, her eyes fixed on the mysterious script.
"We're probably just making stuff up," Geto said, but his voice had lost its previous cockiness. “Some kids just put weird gibberish here to mess with people.”
"There's something about this place," Utahime said to herself, swallowing. “I don’t think this was done by kids.”
"Yeah, like it's the perfect place for a cult to do their freaky shit,” Gojo stammered.
"Yeah," Geto murmured, sounding a million miles away.
Utahime shivered. The air was heavy with that strange energy, the one like fog. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her free hand trembled as she followed the carvings, trying to make sense of the foreign symbols.
"Look," she said, pointing to a spot on the rock. "There are some numbers here, maybe a date."
Geto peered closer, his face illuminated by the pale moonlight.
"It says 1978," he murmured. “Or 1778? I can’t see clearly.”
Gojo chuckled.
"Well, that settles it. This must have been some 70's shit, we’re just not sure which century. So it’s hard to say whether its witches or satanists."
Utahime ignored him, continuing to trace the carvings with her finger, trying to decipher the meaning of the strange symbols that might be words or might be erosion.
She looked down, distracted slightly, because Geto's thumb moved, a caress on her hand.
Utahime swallowed, her heartbeat picking up. Geto's gaze was fixed on her hand, his thumb rubbing slowly, tenderly over her cold skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and her whole body was suddenly tingling. Geto looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers, and a jolt of something fervent ran through her.
"This isn't real,” Gojo stammered. “Right?”
"Are you sure about that?" Utahime challenged, her eyes flicking to his, wanting to tease him now that his composure had slipped.
Gojo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, pretty sure. Just like there's no such thing as demons."
Utahime arched a brow, her eyes gleaming. "Wanna bet?"
Gojo sighed. "Fine. What do you wanna bet?"
"If there's something supernatural here, you have to pick up my Friday afternoon shift for a month."
Gojo laughed. "Okay, and if there's not, you have to suck my dick."
Utahime blushed at his crude suggestion, forgetting what they were betting on because the imagery blotted it out and she felt hot under her clothes despite the icy wind.
“I’m not sucking your dick,” she mumbled.
“Just the tip, Utahime,” he teased. “Or I won’t take the bet seriously.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Deal?”
"No deal," she said, “I’ll owe you a favour.”
“Deal,” Gojo grinned, putting his hand out for her to shake.
Their hands met, and a strange jolt passed between them. They both exhaled, staring at each other in surprise.
"What the hell was that?" Gojo asked, his eyes wide.
"I–I don't know," Utahime stammered, her heart racing, pulling her hand back from his, a little freaked.
They stood there, staring at each other for a long moment, a new tension building.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, swirling around them.
"I can't explain it," Utahime murmured, "but this place feels... different from when we left."
"Yeah," Gojo said, his voice hoarse. "It gives me the creeps."
"Read some of it," Geto suddenly whispered, interrupting gently, drawing Utahime away from Gojo.
"What?" Utahime replied, her voice trembling, her gaze flicking back to him.
It was hard to look away from Gojo, for some reason. Her eyes wanted to linger on his pretty white hair in the moonlight, his parted lips.
"Read the writing," Geto urged, and she could feel the tension coiling in his body. "On the rock."
Utahime cleared her throat, trying to calm her racing heart.
It wasn't Latin. It was something else, crude Roman lettering, but disjointed, meaningless syllables. Utahime leaned over the stone, breathy, enunciating carefully as she read.
"Lúndarin…Tris…Quenya," she mumbled uncertainly, eye flicking up to her friends, wanting them to be smiling so that she did not have to feel so uneasy.
Gojo seemed to suck in air beside her, but everything went very still, the breeze failing softly to rise again.
"Go on," Geto breathed.
Utahime, her heart pounding, swallowed and continued.
"Tris...Naelithor…Enthelias," she stammered, her fingers moving over the words.
Geto's thumb stroked her hand again and she could feel him tremble slightly. Did it mean something that he touched her like that?
"Keep going," he said, his voice low and thick.
Utahime's blood roared in her ears, the strange words spilling from her lips now, bitten out.
"Itzamná Ahauk'in Tris," she said, reaching the edge of the rock, the garbled inscription falling away.
And then, suddenly, the light.
Utahime stumbled back, blinded by the sudden brightness, screaming hoarsely.
"What the fuck?!" Gojo shouted, shielding his eyes.
But Geto's hand squeezed hers, keeping her grounded, as she put her forearm over her eyes at the last, imperfectly shielding herself from the glare.
"Holy shit," Utahime gasped, as the light faded and her vision adjusted to dimness again.
Her throat constricted in fright. They were no longer in the woods.
"Where are we?" Gojo asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know," Utahime replied, feeling breathless and panicky.
It looked like the inside of a manor house, a grand bedroom. The room was lavishly furnished, and they could see an open doorway leading into another chamber. Candles flickered in stands, a bed draped in velvet stood to one side and a long chaise was pushed towards an empty fireplace. There was no sound, not even a hiss of a guttering candle.
"Oh fuck, did we die?" Gojo squeaked.
Utahime's heart raced as she took in their surroundings.
"I—I don't know,” she stammered. “No…No. Don’t be silly.”
Geto's eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail, his breathing shallow.
"I feel weird," he whispered.
Utahime let her hand slip out of his, his words frightening her.
Gojo turned to her.
"Are you scared?"
"A little," she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself, because the cadence of his voice was strange.
She looked down because Gojo reached for her, weakly, tenderly. He slowly pulled her towards him, his hands in her waist.
"It's okay, I'll protect you."
She nodded, her body easing against his. He smelled so good, she realised with a pang of misplaced excitement. She pressed her nose into his neck, having to go up on her toes to do it, feeling an odd, fuzzy heat wash over her. Gojo gasped, a sharp intake of air, as she nuzzled into his throat, and Utahime pulled her head back to look at his face. His eyes looked peculiar — too dilated. She turned to Geto, bewildered, and saw him gazing, transfixed. He stared at her, lips parted, eyes too dark.
"Are you two okay?" Utahime asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," they both muttered, a strange unison.
“Are we dreaming?” Utahime asked, feeling flushed because Gojo’s long fingers gripped her waist tightly, a possessive clutching sensation.
"It's warm," Gojo huffed, his eyes fixed on her face, the heat of his body sinking into hers. “It’s not cold anymore.”
Utahime nodded, feeling heated for other reasons. Mesmerised by his proximity, her hands found their way onto his chest. His eyelashes fluttered and she could feel the strong beat of his heart under her palms. When she looked up at his face, Gojo's eyes still were dark and intent, his pupils blown so wide that there was hardly any blue left in them. When his gaze met hers, Utahime felt a frisson of fear go through her.
"Suguru," Gojo mumbled, gaze fixed on Utahime. "What is happening? Can you feel that?"
"I don't know," Geto mumbled back, sounding almost dazed. “I don’t know what that is.”
Utahime swallowed hard, her own breath coming faster now. She couldn't stop looking at Gojo's eyes, his pupils blown wide, his body radiating heat.
Desire.
Gojo was looking at her with unfettered desire.
"Suguru," Gojo said again, breathless, husky, his voice lower than she had ever heard. "What is this?"
"I'm not sure," Geto murmured, his voice thick with something primal. "But I think we should keep going."
"Okay," Gojo whispered, his voice hoarse now.
Utahime licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, frightened. She took a step back from Gojo's fixed, animal gaze and her back collided with Geto's chest. She gasped, flicking her gaze around to look at his face. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed, and when he looked down at her, Utahime felt a shudder run through her.
"Um..." she said, unsure what to do.
Gojo grabbed her by the shoulders, his hands hot through her jacket.
"Utahime," he growled, his voice low and husky.
She shivered, her body responding to his touch.
"I–I don't know what's going on," she stammered, her heart racing.
There was a strange heady sensation in the action of breathing, like her face was too close to flowers, as Gojo's grip pushed her backwards against Suguru's chest.
"She's...I can't look away," Gojo murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want...I want..."
She looked down as the long, articulate fingers of Geto’s hands slid around her waist. She gulped, head buzzing as she realised that she could feel Geto's cock harden against her ass. Her heart leapt into her throat.
"I think we should keep going," Geto breathed, his lips brushing against her ear.
Gojo's expression flickered, he scrunched his eyes shut, as if trying to shake away the thick scent in the air, where the wasn’t actually one.
"What's happening to us?" he gasped, his voice strained.
"I—I don't know," Utahime whispered, her voice trembling. "I feel...really strange."
Geto's hands slid up her body, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her. She moaned, and the soft sound washed away the moment of clarity on Gojo's face. His face went still, his eyes widening — keyed up, responsive.
Utahime exhaled shakily as Geto's fingers slid under her t-shirt, touching her bare skin
"What is this place?" Utahime asked, her voice thick. “It’s doing something…”
"I don't know," Gojo groaned. "But Hime, I want to be inside you. I need..."
"Keep going," Geto whispered, his voice husky.
"Don't touch her, Suguru," Gojo suddenly snapped. "Let me. Let me have her. Not you. Me."
But Geto's hands suddenly slipped up and cupped Utahime's tits under her shirt, pushing them up, pinching her nipples. He was leaning in, closing the space between her and Gojo. Utahime squirmed at the sharp sensation on her tits, and her lips parted to feel Gojo's erection against her stomach. Shock managed to push through the weighted, hot urgency in her belly.
"Guys..." she moaned, trying to pull away but she was too firmly wedged between them.
Gojo's hands were on her hips, tugging her closer, and she could feel the whole shape of his cock straining against his jeans. Utahime’s eyelids fluttered because furtive daydreams had never quite prepared her for the sensation of him — his length, his hardness, his coiled masculine strength.
"She's mine," Geto whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. "Not yours. That's the secret. She prefers me, Satoru. She wants me."
"No, she...she's always been for me," Gojo growled. "She's mine. And I'm gonna fuck her until she can't speak."
Utahime’s eyes flew open, whimpering, shocked but hungry. Geto's hand slid down between her and Gojo and rubbed over Gojo's cock, making his eyes roll back slightly.
"Fuck her then, if you want her so badly. I didn’t say you can’t."
Gojo's breath hitched, his cock twitching at the roughness of Geto's palm, rutting slightly.
"No, no," Utahime whimpered. "You don't actually want...there's something happening...it's not real."
"Shut up, Utahime," Gojo growled.
"Don't you dare tell her to shut up, Gojo," Geto snarled, squeezing his fist tight around Gojo's cock in his jeans.
Utahime gasped at the sudden, painful pressure, her body shuddering as she was squashed between them.
"Please," she begged. "Stop."
"No," Gojo snarled. "You're mine."
"Ours. We can have her both," Geto whispered. "We can take turns with her."
"Or together," Gojo breathed. "Both of us. At once."
Utahime shuddered, her pussy aching, the sensation so peculiarly heightened. Her head felt foggy, but she could feel the strangeness of their touch still. These were her friends. It might be complicated that she found them both so beautiful, but they were still her friends.
"I can't. I can't."
"You can," Gojo growled, his hand moving up the side of her throat, tracing her thick swallow of confused desire.
Geto's lips brushed against her ear. "No, I'll go first. And then you can take her, Satoru. After I've had her."
"I want to go first," Satoru mumbled, and he bucked slightly. "I want to...be...the first one. You always get her attention before I do."
Geto's hands were on her tits again, but Utahime felt one trail down her stomach, edging slightly towards the hem of her t-shirt.
"I'll make her all wet for you, Satoru. You'll slip right in. She'll be full of my cum."
Utahime gasped, face flaming, as Geto's warm hand pushed the hem of her shirt out of the way and slid into the waistband of her jeans.
Gojo's breath was shallow, keening, his eyes wild.
"Suguru," Utahime breathed out shakily.
"Shh," Geto soothed, his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her lower belly. "Just relax."
Gojo moaned, his eyes fluttering, as Geto's fingers stroked along the crease of Utahime's cunt. Utahime could barely comprehend the conversation happening around her. She bucked slightly, whimpering, as his middle finger slid inside her.
"Satoru. You'll need to prepare her," Geto whispered, his finger inside curved and made her cry out. “She’s so fucking tight. We’ll hurt her.”
"Oh. Oh," Satoru mumbled. “Yes. My mouth? My fingers?”
He’d already lifted her easily. She gave a muted yelp as he manhandled her. His lips were suddenly on hers, and she felt like she was being devoured.
Gojo. Gojo is kissing me. Something in the delirium pushed through that Utahime couldn’t be sure wasn’t simply more madness.
His tongue was hot and thick in her mouth, his cock pressing hard against her cunt through her clothes as he stumbled slightly and pushed her onto a plush couch, the soft fabric cushioning her.
"Hime," he breathed, his lips on her throat, sucking on her pulse point.
"Gojo," she moaned. "Wait. Wait.”
His hands were all over her, his fingers digging into her flesh, his hips thrusting into he as he made a mark on her neck with the blistering heat of his mouth and made her squirm.
"Stop, wait," she gasped, grabbing his face in her hands.
His eyes were wild, his face flushed as he stared at her, lips slick.
"What's happening to us?" she whispered.
"I don't know," he groaned, his lips finding hers again. "But I like this. I want this."
She could feel his cock throbbing against her, and her body was aching for him suddenly. It was so hard to keep a grip on reason.
"I...do...too," she moaned. "At least, I think I do...I can't think..."
"That's right," Geto murmured, his hands sliding over the fabric of her clothing, a few stitches ripping as he yanked.
She arched her back, her ass lifting, as he tugged the denim and cotton off her, throwing them away.
"Spread her, Satoru," Geto instructed. “Let’s see her.”
Gojo's fingers dug into her thighs, pushing her legs wide, making her cry out to be so exposed.
"You're so wet," Gojo moaned, his breath hot on her skin. "You're so fucking wet. She's so small, Suguru."
"So tight," Geto muttered. "And you're so fucking big, Satoru. I bet we're gonna stretch her."
"Oh fuck," Utahime moaned, her head spinning, trying once again to hold onto the rationality that told her that this wasn’t normal and that her desperate urges were overblown, hyperbolic, otherworldly.
Gojo's lips found hers again, his tongue slipping into her mouth, and she tasted the sweet, earthy flavour of him again. She’d thought about how it would be to kiss him before, watching him ease some pretty girl against the wall beside the gym, watching his mouth love, his hands care.
But now she was half naked, and Geto’s hands were on her body too.
"Satoru," she moaned. "Please."
"Fuck, Hime," he groaned, his fingers sliding up her slit, parting her wet, sensitive flesh.
She shuddered, her body trembling, her pussy aching. He rubbed his thumb against her clit, and she cried out, her body writhing.
"I wanna cum on her, Suguru. I wanna make a mess," Gojo panted.
"Then do it, Satoru," Geto said, his voice husky. "Cum all over her."
Gojo growled, and his hands left her cunt, moving frantically, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out.
"Fuck," he groaned, and Utahime could feel the heat of his skin, the throbbing of his cock where it brushed her inner thigh, unnaturally hot. The skin was too smooth, too warm.
She whimpered, her body thrumming with anticipation. Gojo's hands off her cunt made her thinking mind peek through again and she tried to sit up. The squirming in her gut made her realise again that this wasn't normal, and that the aftermath of this would be difficult to navigate and that there would be a chance to get away now.
"No," Suguru growled, grabbing her wrists. "Don't you dare."
"Please," she whimpered. “Guys, something’s come over you…”
"You want this, Utahime," Geto murmured. "You've wanted this for a long time. We all have."
"What is this?" she sobbed, as Geto pinned her hands above her head. "I don't understand what's happening!”
Gojo between her thighs pushed her legs further apart with his knees, his hand moving erratically on his cock.
"Oh," she moaned, and the sight of him, the feeling of him, made her head swim, reasoning slipping back into the murk again.
"That's it," Geto whispered. "Cum on her, Satoru."
"Oh, fuck, oh," Gojo moaned, and his body shuddered, his cock pulsing, shooting ropes of cum all over her.
It splashed on her stomach, her belly, her thighs. She jolted, because it was too warm, too shocking.
"Oh my god," she gasped, as the sticky white cum ran down her body.
"Fuck," Gojo panted, his body shaking, his cock still twitching.
"That's it," Geto murmured. "Now me."
"Please," Utahime whispered, but she wasn't sure what she was asking for.
Gojo's cum was all over her, dripping down the skin of her belly. It was slick and warm, and the soft, salty smell of it was intoxicating. But Geto grasped her, pulling her to her feet and over to the canopied bed, yanking her jacket and her shirt off. She whimpered, feeling exposed, her friends still half-clad, as Geto pushed her onto the bed.
He loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," he murmured. "I don't know why I hesitated."
"Suguru," Utahime breathed, her heart racing. “Are you…?”
"Fuck," Gojo said, and his voice was ragged, desperate. “Do it, Suguru. It feels so good to look at her when it happens.”
Geto's hands were on her thighs, pushing them apart, and his fingers slid up her wet slit. Utahime whimpered.
"Oh, fuck, you're so wet, Hime," he groaned, and he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up, and his thumb pressed on her clit.
"Oh," she gasped, her body arching, and he pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit.
She moaned, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his fingers. What did it mean to be one of their girls now, like this?
"That's it," Geto murmured. "Come for me, Hime."
Her body shuddered, her orgasm washing over her, and she cried out, her body writhing shamefully.
"I knew it, Suguru," Gojo panted, his cock hard in his hand again, and Utahime realised he had been stroking himself, watching them. "She wants us. She wants us to fuck her."
Geto chuckled, and his fingers slipped out of her, glistening with her wetness.
"You taste so good, Hime," he murmured, eyes rolling back, his fingers sliding into his mouth.
She shuddered, her pussy aching, staring. Something inside her mind chanted ‘yes’. But they’d never…they would never…
"Fuck her, Suguru," Gojo growled, his cock throbbing, precum dribbling from the tip.
"Why are you so fucking impatient, man?" Geto murmured, undoing the buckle of his belt, and unzipping his jeans.
Suddenly, as if in a strange performance of synchronisation, Gojo and Geto grasped her, grabbing Utahime's legs and body, and flicking her over onto her stomach.
She gasped, her body trembling, her heart pounding. Geto's hands were on her ass, spreading her legs, and his cockhead pressed against her pussy as Gojo, on his knees on the covers, smoothed his palm reverently over her shoulder blades, the slightest pressure pushing her down into the mattress.
Geto pressed the tip of his cock into her wetness, and she moaned.
"Fuck, she's tight," Geto groaned, edging in slightly.
Utahime squeezed her eyes shut, grasping at bedding on which she couldn't get proper purchase. She wasn't experienced enough for the sensation of him stretching her, seeming at one moment too big for her to allow into her body.
"Oh, shit," she whimpered, as his cock inched slowly into her, stretching her, filling her.
Her eyes flew open, because his cockhead slid against some secret, sweet part of her as he edged deeper into her.
"Fuck, Hime," Gojo gasped, his hand moving on his cock now, even as one hand pressed her to the covers still.
Utahime squeezed her eyes shut again, clarity suddenly washing over her addled mind, realising that her childhood friend was slowly sliding into her from behind, that this was not fully natural or right or expected.
"Suguru," she moaned. "This isn't how I thought..."
"No," Gojo whimpered. "Please don't stop. I'll die. I'll die if we stop."
"Utahime," Geto snarled, his cock pushing deeper into her. "I have to. You don't understand, I have to."
"Wait, wait, please," she sobbed, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his thick cock, making him groan.
Geto suddenly yanked her hips up, changing the angle, making more space for himself inside her. Utahime’s knees found a peculiar friction on the covers, even as her cheek pressed against the same fabric but experienced a discordant sensation — like the signals were confused, feeling like velvet beneath her knees and silk beneath her cheek.
"Please," Gojo groaned, his cock flushed and glossy in his hand, precum drooling down his shaft, grabbing the back of her hair to keep her from squirming away.
"Fuck," Geto grunted, and his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock to bottom out, fully seated inside her his hands slippery from Gojo's cum over her body.
"Oh, god," she gasped, her body trembling, as Geto’s cock filled her completely, his balls slapping against her skin as he slid abruptly flush with her.
The clarity ebbed away, replaced by the satisfaction of lust, and her eyes rolled back, because the depth was everything, the thickness of him was everything.
"Yes, Suguru," Gojo whimpered, his body shuddering, as Geto withdrew slightly and thrust in, making Utahime wobble on her knees.
Geto's hips slapped against her ass, his thrusts slow and rough, a jolting, rutting fuck.
"Oh, god," she moaned, her body trembling as she swayed, jerking at each thrust.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Geto groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock throbbing inside her. “So wet and so tight.”
"Please, Suguru," Gojo whimpered, his cock pulsing, precum dripping onto the bedding. ‘Let me.”
He was fevered, breathless, looking like he was on the precipice of pleasure again. How could he come again so soon? This couldn't be normal. Utahime's mouth was dry, her body growing taut at the sensation of Geto's cock roughly sliding in and out of her as Gojo's free hand kept a grip on her head. It felt..good. It was frightening, dissonant, delicious.
"I can't...I can't," Geto panted, his body shuddering. “I can’t stop.”
And then it was too late for her, and Utahime tried to bite down on her lip to keep the pleasure inside, her body blooming warmly with her orgasm, a shamefully raw feeling. Geto choked as her body spasmed around his thrusts, groaning deeply in his throat, a resonant sound that she could somehow feel in the very core of her.
"Cum inside her, Suguru," Gojo urged. "Then me. Then it's my turn with her. Then I need to fuck her."
Geto growled, his hips snapping against her ass. He pulled her back onto his cock, burying himself deep inside her, his body trembling, his cock pulsing. Utahime's eyes flew open, because she could feel the moment when it happened — Geto's body spasmed, a tightness contracting his movements and then his orgasm broke over him. The warmth of his cum seeped through her, overly hot, unnaturally heated, and Utahime tried to squirm away but his grip on her hips kept his cock buried deeply inside her.
"Oh!" she gasped, her body quivering, her pussy clenching around his cock.
She jerked, trying to squirm away in her shock. In the movement, his cum leaked out of her, running down her thighs.
"Fuck, I love watching you take him," Gojo panted, his hips rolling as he fucked his own hand. “I thought I'd hate it."
Geto grunted, his cock softening slightly inside her, his body shuddering through aftershocks.
"God, it's even better than I imagined," he murmured.
"Hurry," Gojo pleaded, his cock throbbing. "My turn with her. Suguru, hurry. I have to."
"I know, Satoru, I know," Geto grunted, and his cock slipped out of her, leaving her empty and aching, and he flipped her over onto her back.
"Utahime," Gojo gasped, his eyes wide, gazing down at her, shoving Geto aside as he pushed her thighs apart.
His fingers dug into her flesh, spreading her thighs, and his cock pressed against where she was too hot, too wet, cum-leaking.
"Yes," she whispered, her body trembling.
Gojo.
She'd never imagined that he would actually…
"Fuck, you're so small, Hime," he groaned, his cock sliding into her in too quick of a motion, impatient to take her.
She cried out, spasming, as he pushed her legs up, fucking her hard, sliding too deeply from the slickness of Geto's cum.
"Oh, god," she moaned, her body shaking, as his cock rubbed against the same spot Geto's had, making her pussy clench.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Gojo gasped, his cock pulsing inside her. "You were right, Suguru."
"Told you," Geto murmured, his hand stroking his half-hard cock.
Gojo's hips snapped against her ass, his cock filling her completely, his thrusts fast and hard. She knew them now — she knew the particular way that each of them felt inside her, and the knowledge was too potent for her to hold in her mind without squirming.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his body trembling.
He grasped her thighs more tightly, holding her in place, as he fucked her roughly.
Utahime arched, seeing Geto on his knees beside her where Gojo had been, his hand on his cock, his eyes black with intent desire.
"Looks good. It’s so good to look at her," he rumbled, his voice lower than she had ever heard. "Let me cum on her too."
"Yes," Gojo moaned, his cock throbbing inside her, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"Utahime," Geto groaned, and his hand moved faster on his cock, his gaze locked on her face.
Gojo's cock slammed into her, his body shuddering. She gasped as another shameful orgasm cascaded over her, her thighs trembling, and Gojo did not pause, fucking her harder, a punishing pace. Her eyes filled with tears of some warring emotion — because she was so satiated by the feeling, but fretful over the delusion.
"This isn't real," she gulped. "Something is happening to you two. You're going to regret doing this with me—"
And at that moment, Geto's cum splattered over her, falling over her tits and her neck, cutting off her words with the shock of the sensation.
"Yes, fuck, Suguru, she feels...I'm gonna..."
"Oh," Utahime sobbed, her body trembling, as Gojo's cum filled her, hot and thick, as he made a guttural sound, jerking with the force of his orgasm.
It was too much, her body couldn't hold all of it, and his cock slipped out, more cum dripping out of her and down her thighs. Gojo leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers, Geto's stickiness squelching between them.
"Fuck, I'm so happy," he murmured. "We're never gonna regret this, Hime."
"You won't either," Geto panted, his body still shuddering.
He was still hard, she realised, his hand around the base of his cock.
"No, we should stop," Utahime mumbled, trying to pull herself back from the delirium of pleasure. "Something's not..."
"No," Gojo interrupted. "We can't stop."
"Me next, Satoru. It's my turn," Geto interrupted. “My turn to fuck her.”
Gojo groaned, his cock still twitching.
"Fine," he muttered, withdrawing from her.
Gojo rolled onto his back next to her, his hand sliding down her stomach as Suguru moved between her thighs. His forehead was against her temple with Geto's cock started to move her body.
Gojo’s eyes were still unnaturally dark, staring at her, candlelight making the intent stare into something wicked.
"You're so beautiful, Hime," Geto murmured, his hands trailing down her sides, his cock throbbing inside her.
"I-I...don't think…" she whimpered, her body shivering, because he was slower, more reverent as he fucked her.
"She loves it," Gojo whispered, staring unblinkingly at her face as he lay beside her on his back.
"I do," she mumbled to herself, her heart racing.
And then, to her surprise, Gojo's fingers moved down the side of her body, dipping under the curve of her ass. She cried out, bucking, as Gojo's finger slid into her ass.
"Fuck, she's so tight here," Gojo murmured, his cock twitching against her thigh. "Tighter than her cunt, Suguru."
"Oh," Geto groaned, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her sloppily; long strokes to make her whimper.
She yelped, as Gojo added another finger, pushing her over the limit of sensation.
To Utahime's shame, the feeling of Gojo's fingers while Geto fucked her tipped her over into pleasure. Her legs kicked out, satisfaction rocking her body, making her tense through the wave of it.
"Fuck, that's it, Hime," Geto groaned, his body trembling. "That's it."
"Yes," Gojo said, his voice hoarse. "She likes it in her ass. I wanna...I wanna fuck her ass, please. Suguru. Hurry."
Utahime shuddered, her body arching, her pussy clenching around Geto's thick length, frightened by the good feeling, embarrassed, worried by the threat.
"I-I can't," she gasped. "Not that, I can't."
Geto's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust into her.
"We can, Hime," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. “We have to. All three of us have to.”
"It's too much," she sobbed.
And then, Geto suddenly pulled out of her, breathless and star-eyed.
"We should," he said, a little too sharply, looking at Gojo. "I'll get her ready."
Gojo grinned, his lips pressing a kiss to her sweaty brow.
"It'll be so good, Hime," he murmured. "Don't you want us both? Can’t you feel it? We have to."
"Please, wait," Utahime panted.
But he moved her, flipping her over, pulling her back up onto her hands and knees, moving her easily, causing that friction against the fabric that didn't feel right.
"Shh, just relax," Geto soothed, his hand moving between her thighs, his fingers sliding into her ass. "Get underneath her, Satoru."
"Oh, god," she moaned, her body shuddering.
Geto's fingers curled, rubbing against her tightness, stretching her where she had never experienced intrusion.
"Fuck," he murmured. “We have to.”
"Please, Suguru, I need her," Gojo groaned. "Her cunt, her ass, I don't care. I'll take anything of her.."
"Be patient," Geto replied, his fingers slipping in and out of her. "Fuck, you can be so annoying."
Utahime's eyes rolled back in her head, Suguru's fingers making her feel strange — somewhere in between pleasurable pressure, ignominy and lusty confusion. And Gojo was edging his body underneath hers, moving her, arranging her so that he could be beneath her. And then she felt Gojo's cock pressing into her pussy as she folded down against his chest. She gasped, because his t-shirt was still on, and he scrabbled to push it up so that her naked tits pressed against his sternum. He was whimpering, desperately trying to pull her down onto his cock more urgently than he needed to, to possess her more quickly.
He was loving, feral, desperate.
And it was a comfort to feel him under her.
"Hime, fuck, you're so beautiful," he gasped. “Why did we hesitate?”
"Satoru," she breathed, and his name on her tongue was a comfort.
Gojo kissed her, sloppy, loving, his cock twitching inside her. She keened against his lips, exhaling through her nose.
She felt him go a little stiff underneath her. She lifted her head, confused, fucked out, bewildered by the urges that she felt.
She narrowed her eyes, confused, because Gojo’s eyes were different – lucid.
"Don't hate us after this?" Gojo whispered against her mouth.
Utahime, breathless, dazed, opened her mouth to reply but felt the second pressure. Geto's cock pressed at her ass, breaching, tight. It was painful, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Stop," she hissed.
"Shh, Hime," Geto murmured. "Relax. It'll feel so good. You want this. We have to."
She whimpered, her ass aching.
And then she felt Gojo’s grip tighten on her body again, his breathing getting shallow, lust barraging in again.
"Just like that," Gojo murmured, his hips fucking up into her.
"Please," she gasped. "It's so much."
"It's okay, Hime," Gojo whispered, fervent, wanting to kiss her, holding her face in his hand as Geto's cock inched in a little more.
"This...this is so fucked up," Utahime whimpered. "You would never do this with me if..."
"Oh, fuck, you're so tight," Geto panted. "It's okay, Hime, relax, relax, it's gonna feel so good."
"It's going to hurt," she sobbed.
"No, no," Gojo groaned, his hips bucking. "It's right. It's perfect. All three of us. Suguru, I can feel you."
Geto's hands moved her hips, moving her forward and then pulling her back, and she cried out.
"Fuck," he moaned. "Yes. Trinity."
"Yes," Gojo echoed, his hips rolling. “Trinity.”
"Satoru," she panted, her head swimming.
And then suddenly, the edges of her lucid mind peeled away completely. A strange, fermenting urge came over her. She gritted her teeth, because all the threads of her thoughts that told her that this was strange, otherworldly or dangerous suddenly could not be grasped. Fuck, it was right. Gojo groaned underneath her, because her body pulled taut with the hunger she felt now, feeling satisfaction in the stretch, in the possession, wanting more, needing more. Suguru, Satoru, her. Three persons in one Godhead.
"Yes," she panted, her body relaxing. "Fuck me."
"Fuck," Gojo growled. "I can...Suguru, you're inside her. I can feel you."
"Oh, yes," Geto moaned, and his cock pressed into her deeper, slowly, stretching her, making her gasp.
Gojo's grip was on her ass, spreading her for Geto.
Utahime's mind was honey bees now, a fervour of desire coming over her mind, pleasure sharpening in her guts. She couldn't be touched enough, she couldn't be desecrated enough. It was everything.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me," she begged.
"Yes," Gojo gasped.
"My loves," she moaned, her body shivering.
Geto's breath caught in his throat, his hips snapping against her, his cock sliding into her fully, pulling back and fucking in again.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me," Utahime begged. "Good. Right. More."
Geto's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, his hips rolling.
"I will," he growled. “Yes.”
Gojo's cock pulsed inside her, and he groaned.
"She's so perfect, Suguru. The perfect one."
"The perfect one," Geto echoed, his cock thrusting into her ass.
"Oh," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head, the pleasure overwhelming her.
Geto's hand wrapped around her neck, his fingers tight, choking her, and she writhed between them, the feeling of being taken overriding all else.
"She likes that," Geto growled, his body shuddering.
"Yes," Gojo panted. "She does. Oh, fuck, Hime, you're so perfect. Our perfect one. Perfect three."
"Yes, yes," Utahime sobbed, her head spinning.
And all at once, her mind turned white with pleasure, cracking like a vessel dropped and spilling its contents. There was only the union. There was only where their bodies joined. Her eyes felt blackened out, vision snuffed, by the raging emotion.
The only way was to take. Take. Take.
She felt a hand grasp her tits, pinching her nipples, and heard Gojo's ragged breaths. She felt another hand in her hair, and her hips jerked as her body trembled, cumming.
And the relief of being flooded by them, ruined further. Utahime's mouth was pressed against Gojo's neck, shaking with the dark gratification. Her mind went to the places that they filled, the mess they made of her, seeping and hot and fervent.
Their bodies shuddered, their cocks pulsing inside her, filling her with more seeping wetness, more liquid heat. She was soaked with it, sticky everywhere. And there was no further sense, only feeling, only pleasure and the urge for further heat, further friction. Gojo's mouth was at her temple, a whispering chant as he came.
"Perfect, perfect, perfect."
She sobbed, her body spasming as she came again, her ass and her pussy clenched around their thickness. Geto's fingers tightened on her throat.
And then silence.
In the gasping dearth of sound, she felt their bodies still. Her eyes flew wide, lifting her head and her gaze meeting Gojo's. His pretty blue eyes were wide, clear, frozen in shock.
From behind, Geto pulled out of her, and Utahime closed her eyes as she felt his cum trickling out of her ass and down her pussy, where Gojo was still thrust, still as a bated breath.
And then, a soundless, motionless gust suddenly snuffed out the candles of the chamber. Utahime's stomach contracted with dread.
Cold night air bit into her body, slick everywhere. She sucked in a breath, moonlight catching the slickness over her skin, as the smell of disturbed leaves and dirt flew up into her thinking mind. The bedroom had melted away, and she was naked, lying on top of Gojo on the floor of the woods.
His cock was inside her.
Utahime's body ached, the throb of rough love. And she lifted her head, seeing Geto falling back from his kneeling position, his jeans pushed down his thighs. He stared at her, the moonlight catching the paleness of his face and his wide, horrified eyes.
"Suguru," she whimpered, and her body began to shake.
And Gojo's body beneath her began to move. She scrambled to pull herself off of him, her legs shaking, and he was pushing himself up, his gaze darting between them, his eyes wide too.
Gojo was still inside her, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her off his cock, and she felt his cum oozing out of her. Utahime was sticky everywhere, covered in their spend, shivering now as clarity invaded a mind made clear by the absence of everything that had deluded her. She could see her t-shirt a few feet away, crumpled, her jeans nearby.
"What the fuck," Gojo stammered.
"Oh my god," Geto rasped, his voice scooped out to a hollow.
"We...we just...," Gojo said, his voice hoarse, looking down at himself.
"You guys, we were..." Utahime croaked.
"Hime, are you alright?" Geto said quietly, scrambling up, pulling up his jeans and his underwear, the buckle of his belt swinging.
Utahime could barely look at him, her eyes burning, her face flushing, because she was covered in them, her friends, her classmates, her crushes, the people who she loved and longed for —
"No, I'm not alright," she whispered. "We just...did that."
"What the hell happened to us?" Gojo said, his voice strained. “What fucking freaky—”
"I don't know," Geto mumbled, and his voice cracked. "Fuck. We...went somewhere....some kind of supernatural shit."
"I can't believe...this," Utahime sobbed, her mind racing. "We weren't anywhere...we were just here. Fucking in the dirt."
"I'm dreaming. This is a dream," Gojo pronounced.
"No, it's not a fucking dream, Satoru," Geto hissed. "We did that. We did that to Utahime."
He had scrambled up onto shaky legs, gathering up Utahime's clothes. She shivered, pulling leaves out of her hair, hands shaking, her body hurting now from cold and effort and the force of how hard they had fucked her.
"Help her, Satoru!" Geto hissed. "Here, get her jacket."
Gojo's eyes were wild, his cheeks flushed.
"We…didn’t mean to hurt you, Hime…it wasn’t…”
"It's okay," Utahime whimpered, and Geto turned his head.
She couldn't meet his gaze. She couldn't. Not after...that. It was humiliating enough that she had let him fuck her at the same time. It was worse if they hadn’t meant to do it at all.
"Was it because...because we talk about it? Suguru, did this happen because we think about it?" Gojo whispered, his eyes wide. "Like some supernatural force made us give in to what we—"
"Shut up, Satoru. She doesn't need to hear about this now."
Geto was helping her dress, the fabric clinging to her damp, sticky skin.
"Fuck, she knows anyway," Gojo whimpered, covering his face with his hands. “It shouldn’t have taken some occult shit to—”
"We should've protected her."
"Stop, Suguru, stop, stop, stop," Gojo hissed, his voice breaking. "It was my fault. It was all my fault. I was the one who thought about it the most. Suguru told me I shouldn’t talk about you like that. Fuck, Utahime, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Utahime's knees were weak, bewildered and cold now, feeling some of Gojo's cum seep out of her and into the crotch of her jeans.
"This isn't your fault," she whispered. "Something made us do this. Something took us there. It was something else. This isn't you. It's not. I can't blame you."
"Please, let's go back. I need to clean up," she whispered.
"Yeah, of course, let's go," Geto replied, and his voice was low, his eyes avoiding hers.
The walk back was a silent, miserable slog, the moon lighting the path, and the wind was icy on their faces, freezing their sweat.
And then she felt Gojo's hand push into hers, his long fingers shaking as they slid between her fingers. Utahime looked up, bewildered.
"I didn't want it to be like that," he whispered.
"I know," she replied, squeezing his hand, because his words made her want to cry.
Geto stopped, turning to look at them. He held out his hand, biting the inside of his cheek, eyes glistening.
"Hime," he murmured.
She took his hand, feeling wobbly, confused by the dual emotions she felt — despair and warmth. As they turned to walk, Utahime heard a sound, a presence leaving, and maybe the finest silver thread of a laugh.
She swallowed, legs feeling shaky, as she, Geto and Gojo walked hand in hand out of the woods together.
Freezing cold. Three Dog Night.