#kt7

Hunt and Kill: The two thoughts racing through the ginger's head as she moved like a feral beast.

Hunt, kill, hurt, annihilated, consume; those are what her goals are, when she catches them.

They had the audacity to hurt not only this version of --rtin, but also Oneself?!

They stepped into etto's parlor the moment they laid their eyes on her, and she's going to give them a contract to stay in her parlor.

And their blood will do fine to finalise the contract.

The first to go was a thin man in the mask of hands, and who's blood was fruity to etto, despite his rotten ideals.

It wasn't too long that the next few fell, and by the time she was done, she was left to snake her way back to the Suitcase. And back to her...

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She looked expectantly at Oneself, who didn't look at her right where etto was, and instead directly forwards, to where the rain hit the lobby's windows, and drinking slowly from a glass.

After a moment, she sighed. "I am not going to call you a 'good girl', etto, that killing spree was shit."

etto made a sound at the back of her throat, akin to that of a dog who had just been hurt, either physically or emotionally, by its owner. In this case, it would not be a very large jump in logic to say that Oneself was etto's commander, but even then, she was a caring one.

Oneself sighed again, and looked at etto. "etto, I am not mad at you. It is just that, as much as the Manus aren't exactly the most pleasant, even that I can admit... killing them quickly will wield no results. They will just appear again, like the head of a Hydra."

etto nodded glumlat that. "...wanted to... impress. you."

Oneself nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. "etto, please, don't worry about impressing me. Okay?"

After a moment, she then added on, albeit after a glance to the left of her. "...Do you want a hug, perchance?"

etto didn't verbally reply, and instead launched herself into Oneself’s body, hugging her and placing her head into the crook of Oneself’s neck.

They were the ringleader, and etto was glad to be a part of the show... and times like these, are ones she desires.

She doesn't remember her name. But she does remember Oneself. And that is all that matters to her:

How much can one take before the body gives in?

Oneself knew that Arcanists have higher pain thresholds than humans, but ironically, their tolerance to pleasure is lower.

Such was the case now.

etto's tongue, long and wet, was encircled around Oneself's hand, the elder Timekeeper's thumb rubbing it, and looking down at etto's face.

Her eyes were glazed over, and her entire body was covered in sweat. Due to living in the wild, many parts of her were still quite hairy, the bush above her pussy near enough hiding it.

But Oneself knew it was there.

A swift slap came from Oneself's, who's free hand came down fast and hard on etto's clit, making her hips thrust upwards and her eyes to come back into focus, green eyes becoming pinprick green as they stared upwards and then to Oneself.

Her body was a mess; bite marks, patches of red skin, scratch marks... Oneself thought she would never see something as beautiful, but here they were.

"I..... I ca'...." etto moaned, her tongue being out, not to mention being absolutely drunk with pleasure, making her already limited vocabulary all that more smaller. "Mu'th! Thoo mu'th!"

Oneself sighed. "etto, you know that you broke the rules. Therefore, pets need to be punished."

It wasn't true; no rules were broken, but simply due to etto being too rowdy, leading to her being pinned down, her arms secured above her head as the feral girl looked wildly about.

'Pet'. In a way, it's correct. And judging by the growing wetness staining the already large stain on the bed, etto agreed.

etto's eyes flashed from green to yellow, but Oneself was quicker. Their left hand went into etto's thick hairs and three fingers entered her, while Oneself's right hand, still with etto's tongue, found etto's throat.

Oh, they'd long since talked about it. etto wanted to be kept by Oneself, and Oneself had years of agony and pain built up. Oneself would never mortally wound etto, but everything else was on the table...

etto, meanwhile, was having the time of their life.

Black spots danced in her eyes as the hand of her love squeezed her delicate throat. A tiny bit more force, and her life would be snuffed.

To die for Oneself, to die for the one who was always by her side, no matter the world, is something she would do wholeheartedly.

Her moans became chokes, wheezing out breathes as pure, unrelenting euphoria found its way throughout her entire body.

etto felt tiny in the presence of her deity, and knew that if Oneself was to enter her (did they even have a cock? If they did, it would explain the musk...), etto knew that she'd never be able to go back to fingers.

etto was a bad, bad girl. The type to huff away at Oneself's clothes, to roll around in the dirty clothing, surrounded by the smell that coiled around her and dragged her further and further into deprivation.

Love is the Incantation of the snake, and etto would gladly be poisoned by the snake, if that snake is Oneself.

Cognitive thoughts failed her, with only faint traces remaining. Her hips went up and down in erratic motions as it got slower and slower, as the blackness grew more and more...

etto came, gushing, and found herself falling into oblivion.

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Oneself felt etto stirring in their arms, and smiled down at them, rubbing their head.

"Enjoy yourself?" they smiled.

etto gave a pant, as they sucked in deep, deep amounts of air.

"Never..." they said, looking up at Oneself, eyes full and green. "Never felt... so alive..."

Oneself continued to rub their head in peace, as etto snuggled against them and into their hand.

They were like jigsaw pieces, both from different puzzles... and, yet...