#saraxitto

“Did you really think such paltry measures could keep me from you, my love?” he dropped to one knee, extending a hand towards her. “It is like depriving a flower of the sun! Impossible and cruel!”

“Arataki Itto, if you do not turn around and leave immediately, I will be forced into drastic measures.” Sara’s voice was cold and hard, but Itto could only feel his heart warm.

Looks like he would have to use drastic measures of his own. “My Kujou Tengu is so cruel.” A hand squeezed dramatically over his heart; noticing her eyes followed the movement, he flexed. A deep blush darkened her cheeks and nose as she saw the clench of his bare muscles proudly on display. “Won’t she at least allow me a kiss as the returning hero?”

Sara huffed, her chest expanding rapidly under heavy breath. Summoning her bow, she took aim at him. “You take one step towards this palace, and I’ll riddle you full of holes.”

Itto giggled. “Sweet Tengu, it is I who fills your holes not—!”

THWIP!

An arrow lodged in the soft earth between his toes, pinning his sandal to the grass.

“That was a warning shot, Oni! Now leave! I won’t miss again!” her commanding voice was steady as she spoke, but there was a false note. The slightest hesitation, a miniscule waver, the hint of an indication she did not actually wish for his departure.

Or perhaps he was imagining it. The Oni man began to chuckle once more, the long shaggy locks of his white hair rippling over his back. Very well, if the wolf couldn’t get in the hen house, he’d lure the hen out.

“Hey, I found this really cool stick down here, wanna hang out?” He called, gesturing vaguely to the ground between his feet.

Sara groaned, rolling her eyes and dropping her bow ever so slightly, “we’re not kids anymore, Itto, I know you’re talking about your dick.”

Damn, she got him on that one.

“Would you believe a… ball?”

THWIP-THWIP-ZWIP!

“Is that an offer to give up one of yours? Because that can be arranged, they’re an easy target from here.” Itto could hear the smirk in her voice as Sara proudly looked down upon him and the tight gathering of arrows that had just barely missed his crotch.

He grinned madly, the thrill of a challenge humming in his veins. “Yeah, I know my balls are huge.” His voice was a breathless gasp, barely louder than a whisper, pride saturating what little tone there was.

A muffled scream up near the window let him know his words had the desired effect. She drew her bow taut—

“—Okay wait! I was definitely kidding on that one, but how about this?” Deftly reaching into his back pocket, he drew out a pair of ladies’ underwear, the Electro Archon symbol decorating the front.

Sara dropped her bow, eyes lighting with recognition and horror, as he grinned wider. His whole body was vibrating with barely contained excitement It was working! “Where did you get those?! Tell me immediately!”

“You’ll have to catch me first!” With his final challenge, Itto turned, tearing his sandal where her arrow had pinned him.

“You bastard, get back here!” she cried, arrows peppering the ground around his feet.

Giggling madly, he dodged side-to-side as the deadly missiles rained around him. “You missed me, must wanna kiss me!” He called over his shoulder as a ferocious battle cry pierced the night air.

Footsteps sounded behind him as his long, powerful legs opened into their full stride. His heart pumped furiously; blood roared in his ears.

Arrows continued to pepper the ground around him as he ran, a specific destination in mind.

The caverns under the palace were the perfect place to lure Sara. Dark, atmospheric and well prepared ahead of time.

Warm firelight illuminated a secluded space, natural pools of water littered the large hollowed out space. One particular pool steamed as a natural hot spring had –what he hoped—to be a romantic spread of torches around its edge.

A cozy nest lay nearby, similarly set up, but still far enough from the water’s edge to avoid any wayward splashes. Another fire roared, embers flying into the air from the tongues of flame, hungrily licking the branches he had carefully gathered.

Not daring to stop for even a moment, Itto threw off his clothes until all that remained was his collar where his Geo Vision lay on a pendant, and the panties that were still clenched tightly in his fist. With careful haste, he waded into the water to the opposite edge where he settled himself against the rocky edge, arms braced above the water’s glassy surface where the firelight danced.

The rock wall lay at his back, extending several meters on either side of him before it curved away. Sara was a woman of honor, he had little doubt she would shoot down such a defenceless target. He grinned wider, practically vibrating with excitement.

If she wanted him, she would have to brave the water first.

(Sara)

Sara carefully made her way down the steep embankment, her breath ragged, and her hair a stringy sweaty mess. Archons damn that man, he was fast and nimble, more so than his bulky frame would lead one to believe. Not even one of the arrows she’d fired at his back had landed.

Her finger twitched, not that she’d particularly been trying. The man was a nuisance, not a criminal; it would be dishonorable to kill him while he ran from her. She was a good shot, if she’d wanted to kill him, she would have.

Shaking her head, she cleared those distracting thoughts from her mind. He was crafty, no doubt he aimed to lure her here. She had to be on her utmost guard.

A warm, orange glow lit up the edge of the cavern before her. An irritated sigh pushed its way past her lips, she just needed to get this over with. The sooner she had her underwear back, the sooner she could go back to bed. She had an early start tomorrow, as always.

Rounding the corner, bow at the ready, she quickly analyzed the hollowed earth. Pools of various shapes and sized littered the ground; one in particular caught her eye. It was the source of the warm light seeping from the entrance.

On an elevated platform, lay a hasty, makeshift camp. Blankets and pillows were abundant, if poorly, strewn about the area. There were a few bottles of sake, and a couple cups placed neatly near the fire. Clearly Itto had been planning something more elaborate than a mere panty-stealing prank.

An out of place detail caught her eye and as she glanced down, she saw a haphazard trail of clothing towards the largest pool.

Steam rose in lazy curls over the surface as firelight danced teasingly over the glassy surface.

Itto sat lazily against the back wall, arms resting against the rocky ledge. The water reached just below his muscular chest, which was proudly on display. Sara narrowed her eyes; her goal was still tightly wound in his fist.

His deep voice resonated off the stones. “Fancy meeting you here, would you like to—?”

BBBBZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Sara lowered her bow, a dark satisfied smirk curling her lip as the arrow she fired contacted the water, electrifying it.

Itto stiffened, his whole body seizing as he spasmed. Then, just as quickly as it started, he was left lying limp and unconscious, hand releasing the fabric he’d been holding. His red eyes, rolled back into his head as his equally crimson horns ground against the rock behind him.

Taking a moment to brush the hair from her face, Sara straightened from her crouch. She considered a second arrow, just to be safe that he really was knocked out, but then shook her head against it. Hadn’t she already said that if she wanted him dead, he would be already?

So then why wasn’t he dead? Her mind supplied as an embarrassed blush colored her cheeks. She’s had many opportunities, honorable opportunities, and yet, here he lay!

Gold eyes took in Itto, slumped gracelessly over the rock ledge, limbs at awkward angles. Her heart beat a little harder as her eyes unabashedly roved over his form.

No! He was a demon who haunted her day and night. Most irritatingly was when he was only within her mind!

Edging around the rocky ledge, Sara attempted to reach the item he had taken from her. Damnably, her reach was not long enough. That bastard had planned for this all along!

A huff of indignation escaped her; she would have to wade into the water to retrieve what she was owed. Grumbling lowly under her breath to avoid rousing Itto, Sara gathered the hem of her plain dressing robe around her legs, hoping to keep it dry.

The water was pleasantly warm against her skin as she waded forth. She made a mental note that this may be a good place to spend some time alone. No guards patrolled here, and the shoreline was strictly off limits to the public due to the proximity of the palace.

Moving slowly, Sara strove to disturb the water as little as possible. There was a small chance Itto was faking his vulnerability and the last thing she needed was for him to spring up on her.

After all, she didn’t have anything underneath her robe and the water was already deeper than she would have liked. Several inches of the hem were already soaked through, a necessary sacrifice for what little modesty she could preserve.

Glancing through the surface of the water, Sara tried to avoid stepping on the man she had chased here. A misstep like that would most assuredly wake him and then she’d be in trouble.

A deep blush darkened her whole face and down her neck. The bastard was NAKED! Somehow, that fact didn’t come as a surprise.

Breathing deeply to calm her nerve, Sara placed one precarious foot on the ledge beside his hip, while the other was forced to rest on the opposite side of him. For all intents and purposes, she was straddling him and with their combined state of undress, she felt incredibly exposed.

Sara watched Itto’s face carefully for the slightest twitch that could suggest he was aware of his surroundings. Nothing.

Confidence renewed, she reached forward, fingers straining for her prize.

A twitch of his lip, she noticed too late as water surged all around her. A pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her middle, pulling her flush against him

Itto grinned widely, revealing all his sharp teeth as he victoriously cried, “Gotcha!” Before he pushed forward, dunking them both under the water.

“YOU BAS—!” The rest of her scream was lost in incomprehensible burbling.

(Itto)

“Would you please put some pants on?!” Sara cried, exasperated from where she sat at the fire, steam rising from her soaked robe. She stubbornly refused to take it off despite how it was the cause for her shivering. His coat –being dry—was draped over her shoulders

Itto grinned widely, spreading his bare legs wider, watching as she blushed and pointedly looked away. “My pants are wet; I am not in the habit of wearing wet clothes.”

She twitched, “they were perfectly acceptable before you dunked them in the water after we got out!”

“Such a shame.” He was clearly anything but apologetic, as he poured himself another cup of sake. The one he’d poured for Sara remained untouched by her hip. “Are you really going to make me drink all this delicious sake myself?”

“I never said that I would, I only wanted my underwear back that you stole from me.”

Itto grinned wider, “I never said they were yours.”

If it were possible, the temperature in the caverns dropped even further.

A dark shadow lay over Sara’s eyes despite the nearby glow of the fire. Her hand quickly reached down to grab the cup of sake and in one smooth move, upended its contents into her mouth. “What?”

Crimson eyes gleaming with excitement and pride, Itto refilled her cup. “I said, I never claimed they were yours.”

Sara immediately downed her cup, and the one after that… and the one after that.

“So, you—” she finished another glass, “—lured me down here—" another, “—with panties—” Sara forewent the cup, shattering it on the floor as she swiped the bottle from his fingers, upending it over her mouth. Itto was beginning to worry. “—and they aren’t even MINE?!”

The bottle met a similar fate in the flames, the ceramic flying in all directions.

There was no time to react as Sara leapt, an arrow materializing in her hand. She tackled him, and her momentum rolled them off the nest of blankets.

It was pure reflex that allowed Itto to catch her wrist, stopping the arrowhead mere inches from piercing his throat as they rolled to a stop. She straddled his waist, pinning him to the rocky floor; it was at this point he remembered just how naked she was. The robe was not doing anything to hide that fact anymore.

“Why are you like this?!” her voice was desperate and hoarse as an intoxicated blush began to darken her nose and cheeks. “Whose underwear did you steal to seduce me out here?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “now who said anything about seduction?”

Putting more weight against her arms, she tried to push the arrow closer. The blush deepening across her face. “I meant seduce me out of the palace!”

Her strength faltered for a moment and Itto pushed her hands to the side, the fragile arrow shaft shattering against the rock. Using his superior strength, the demonic man rolled until she was pinned beneath him, her legs splayed to either side of his hips, his ivory hair hiding them from the world.

“Yet, you still seem quite set on the idea of seduction itself. Could it be that you want me to seduce you, Miss Tengu?” he grinned widely into her furious scowl and equally feverish blush. The neckline of her robe dipped low, hanging limply off her shoulders.

Her hips twisted sharply beneath him, knocking his knees out from beneath him as she rolled them once more, so she was on top. “I want no such thing! Especially not from you!” Sara vehemently denied his accusation, but the blush had spread down her neck and her eyes roved him, following the tantalizing red lines of his tattoos.

Using her distraction, he flipped them once more, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head in one of his hands. Her lips parted in a gasp of surprise, knees clenching around his hips.

A smirk slid across his lips as he lowered onto her, pressing firmly against every curve. Their noses brushed as his lips ghosted just above her own, crimson boring into gold. “I think you might be lying, dearest.” The deep baritone of his vocal cords vibrated from his chest into hers. Thick lashes fluttered as she pressed closer to him, throwing her head back and exposing her throat.

Itto took full advantage of the length of sensitive skin, exhaling hotly at the hollow of her collarbones. Tracing a line with the tip of his nose up to the pulse just below her jaw, he placed his lips on it, eliciting a shuddering breath from her.

His free hand traced the expanse of smooth skin around the outside of her hip and down her leg now wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.

“I… I am not lying. You are just…” Sara couldn’t finish her broken sentence under his ministrations, tongue swirling merciless patterns across the expanse of her neck and clavicle.

“I am just, what? Dashing? Exquisite? Seduct—”

“Obnoxious.” Sara blurted yanking her hands free of his hold to grab hold of his choker. “Now shut up.” She silenced further comments when her lips crashed onto his.

(Sara)

A fire burned in her veins, scorching her skin. A deep ache clenched in her abdomen as Sara tried to push herself closer against the hard length, she could feel resting against the inside of her leg. It was close, so close.

Itto growled lowly in his chest as his hands roamed down her sides, his long nails grazing her skin through the thin robe. Arching against his touch, Sara was desperate for more.

“Do you like this yukata?” he groaned into her mouth, hot breath fanning her face.

Words were beyond her as she shook her head no, burying her fingers deep in the long tangles of his hair. Pulling his mouth back down to hers, she refused to let him go.

Itto chuckled into her lips. “Good.” Fabric shredded around her waist, the cold air of the cavern raising goosebumps on Sara’s skin. “That makes this easy then, little Tengu.”

Her lips opened, “I thought I told you—Ah!” fingers appeared at the warm center between her legs, stroking the swollen bundle of nerves. He was careful to ensure his long nails didn’t hurt her.

A grin stretched across his face. “Hmm? Did you have something to say?” His free hand cradled the back of her neck, tilting her head up, exposing her throat.

Eyelids suddenly heavy, they fluttered as she panted. “I… I said –NNGAHH!” He mercilessly swirled the rough pad of his finger around her sensitive flesh, sending a sudden rush of heat through her core. Her back arched, desperate for more, the ache deep inside only growing worse. The knot continuing to tighten until Sara thought it would tear her apart. Her fingers dug deeply into the rock beside her.

Itto lowered his head to the hollow of her collarbone, gently placing his lips against her skin. A shudder chilled her spine, goosebumps raising all along her body. “Tell me, little Tengu.” He slipped lower, placing another kiss on her breastbone, “—has my touch—" the flat of her stomach, “—left you—” the dip of her pelvis, “—utterly—" His hair trailed a line of fire as he continued his descent along her body. “—truly—” hot breath fanned between her legs as her chest heaved with heavy gasps, “—helpless?”

A spike of indignation speared her stomach, of course not! She was about to insist he was wrong but when a hot tongue laved against her core, all that left her mouth was a scream of ecstasy.

Large hands wrapped firmly around her thighs, spreading them as far apart as they would go. His fingers dug into her supple flesh, long nails pinpricks against the squeeze of his long fingers. Pain and pleasure mixing into an intoxicating cocktail.

Sara slumped against the ground, the tattered remains of her dressing gown the only thing between her and the rocky floor of the cavern. The heat of arousal and need swirled maddeningly in her mind, clouding her judgement and in her desperation to remain rooted in reality, she grasped one of Itto’s scarlet horns.

A growl vibrated from his chest with such intensity the very earth shook, further stimulating her. The knot in her abdomen clenched so tightly, Sara felt as if she would burst from the tension. “Haah… haah… haah…” she panted, desperate to relieve some of the pressure, “—nnggGAHHH!” A loud moan tore itself from her throat, her grip tightening on Itto’s horn as her body shook.

Hot breath fanned her center, the languid length of his tongue dragged upwards along her wet folds. A heady buzz started up between her ears as his eyes appeared over her hips, staring at her with an intense, expectant hunger, revelling in her cries. His mouth was stretched in a wide grin as he focused on the throbbing bud of her clit, rubbing back and forth, the flat of his tongue a fiery heat against her.

The knot broke in a sudden wash of heat from between her legs as his head cracked against the stone, a guttural moan choking past her vocal cords. Itto rode out the waves of her orgasm, pressing firmly against her in tandem with the tumultuous waves until she was fully spent, and left a shuddering mess on the floor.

Her hand fell from his horn but was caught by his own when he released her leg. Sitting back on his haunches, Itto pulled Sara up until she was straddling his lap.

His lips enveloped hers in a burning kiss that she returned, another fire lighting in her belly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and pressing her soft body against his hard edges.

“Is this Kujou Tengu saying she wants more?” His voice was heavy and rough with need, barely more than a growling vibration in his chest. Pulling back, he looked down his long nose at her, grinning.  “You need to ask nicely, little Tengu.”

Sara growled. “Ask? No, I don’t think so.” Grasping his shoulder firmly, she shoved him backwards with all her strength until his head collided with the rock below. He breathed heavily as she quickly pinned his hands below her knees. “It is not I who will beg.” Placing the flat of her palm on his stomach, she glided down his sculpted abs, watching carefully as his eyes rolled upwards and his head lolled to the side. Chest continuing to heave under her ministrations, his hands tightly gripping her knees.

She stared down at him, eyelids heavy. “It is you who will beg, Arataki Oni.”

A treasure trail of ivory hair led her further down, between his hips, where his hot, erect cock lay twitching lightly, eagerly awaiting her embrace. Sara firmly grasped it, her fingers not quite closing around its thick girth as she raised herself up, one hand bracing on his chest to steady herself, while the other guided his tip to her entrance.

His breath hitched as he stared up at her, red eyes feverish with need.

“Now, tell me what you want.” She pushed down, his tip sliding along her wet folds as he groaned, head pushing against the floor as he arched into her ministrations.

“Nggghh… haah… haah…” he panted, unable to formulate a proper sentence.

She pulled herself up, releasing him from her depths.

Itto mewled, mourning the loss of her warmth.

“I asked you a question, tell me. What do you want?” For added emphasis she squeezed him, and he cried out, baring his sharp teeth as he panted.

“You… gah-haah… I want… nggahh… I want you.” His voice was a desperate plea, his chest heaving.

Sara hummed with satisfaction as she dipped lower, enveloping him a little further. A gasp escaped her as he stretched her walls, Archons he was big.

He twitched upwards trying to push deeper, but she held him down, her hands on his sculpted hips. A low, tortured moan escaped him as their eyes met, his patience was beginning to wear thin. A new desperation lit with such intensity behind his scarlet irises they almost seemed to glow.

“You want me… what?” Her voice betrayed the depth her own desire, a low, heady growl.

Something switched behind his eyes as he wrenched his hands free and wrapped them tightly around her hips. Sara braced herself against his strength as he fought to push her down, legs and abdomen clenching.

Itto’s cheeks puffed as he huffed between clenched teeth, clearly feeling the tension around his cock. “I want inside you; I want to fuck you.”

A coy smile curled her lips as she bent down, her hands trailing up his abdomen, hips not moving from where they remained in the air. His eyes rolled backwards under fluttering eyelashes, moaning with desperation at her denial.

Her body slowly pushed against his, her breasts pressing against his muscular chest. Every muscle tensed tightly under her touch until she reached his neck, where she firmly grasped his collar. Pulling his head off the ground, her lips ghosted over his. “That’s better.”

Their hips met with a wet slap as she hilted him within her.

Itto choked, breath catching in his throat while Sara similarly gasped hotly against his mouth. He filled her fully, nearly reaching her end and stretching her with a pleasant ache.

His hands tried to start her into a rhythm, but she remained stubbornly still. Crimson eyes burned her skin as he glared up at her.

Sara grinned once more, the thread of his temper was nearly gone, she could see it behind his eyes. Her teasing was torture for him, but she would break him first.

“What do you want now? I have begged for you.” Sharp teeth clenched tightly enough for her to hear them grinding. It wouldn’t be long now.

A dark grin stretched her mouth further as she slowly raised her hips, dragging along the length of him as he panted beneath her. Once his tip was the last of him that remained inside her, she gazed down at him with heavy, half lidded eyes, “you forgot to say ‘please.’”

The snap of his temper was nearly audible as red burned into orange and with dizzying swiftness, rolled them until he loomed over her. Sara let her arms sprawl to either side of her head as Itto lifted her legs over his shoulders and took firm grasp of her hips. The fire silhouetted him into a dark shadow, two burning irises staring down at her.

In one swift motion, he sheathed himself deeply. “Here is your ‘please,’ my little Tengu.”

His hips started into a rocking rhythm as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The friction of his cock against her walls started to form another knot in her belly as he started to thrust sharply, each more forceful than the last.

Sara grasped for purchase on the rock below, to anchor her against Itto’s strength, her breasts bouncing in time with his rhythm. One of his hands splayed widely over her stomach, feeling the clench and release of her muscles as she lifted her hips to match the height of each push.

Her lips parted as she panted, ecstasy flowing through her blood, heightening her sensitivity. Each plunge and quickly following retreat left her dizzy as he stared down at her, eyes glowing with desire. Desire for her.

“Gaahh… haah… haah…” he panted above her, breath so hot, it nearly formed clouds of vapor in the cold air.

Moaning freely, Itto curled down, pushing one leg to the side and keeping one above his shoulder, spreading her even wider, allowing him to reach deeper than before. A mewling gasp escaped Sara’s throat as the stretch burned pleasantly in her nerves, alighting new pleasure among the pain. A thumb rubbed rough circles on the bud of her clit, her back arching as stars burst behind her eyes.

Teeth grazed the meat of her shoulder where her neck connected as he clamped down tightly. His tongue flicked out to swirl maddening patterns on her skin that left her mind scrambled and fried from the stimulation.

One of his hands disappeared to reappear on a breast, squeezing the mound of supple flesh gently, rolling the hard peak of her nipple between his fingers. The other continued to rub tantalizingly over the soft bud of nerves at her center.

A high pitched mewl echoed off the cavern walls, drowned out only by the wet slap of their flesh. Itto growled in reply, increasing his pace while Sara’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. A knot formed in her abdomen, as he continued, encouraged by her cries.

Pushing her second leg off to the side, he enveloped her completely, his bulk shielding her from the world. Ivory hair flew in every direction as sweat beaded on his skin from the exertion. Sara reached around him, desperate to tie herself to this plane, fearful this bliss would damn her to a worse existence. Her nails dug deep lines on his back, blood welling under her fingertips.

Itto cried out, increasing his pace again. She hadn’t thought it possible, but as her eyes fluttered and rolled into her skull, she realized she’d been wrong. The knot tightened as he continued to pound into her. It was all she could do to lie there and take it, lest she be swept away in the sea of stars opening before her eyes.

A warm trickle of blood rolled down her shoulder as Itto’s teeth broke her skin. The rush of pain sharp against the heady pleasure a pleasant contrast, Sara cried out with a high pitched keen.

It wouldn’t be much longer now and as Itto increased to a punishing pace, she knew he wouldn’t be far behind either.

The hand on her breast continued to squeeze and play with her, while his other thrusted her hips upwards, meeting him at the height of every thrust. Itto’s cock swelled inside her, as it began to hit hard and fast against her end, dull pain and pleasure mixing.

She could feel it, the rising wave inside her belly. Itto slowed, allowing him to thrust harder and deeper.

It didn’t take long.

All at once, the knot burst in a rush of heat as Sara crested like a tidal wave, her walls fluttering. Stifling her cry in his sweaty shoulder, she moaned loudly, no longer in control of her voice. With a low keen, he followed, burying himself deep inside her as they rode out the waves of their climaxes together.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. His hands roved lightly over the curves of her body, as if memorizing their lines, a last-minute desperation to hold her close, knowing it would be over soon.

Coming down from her high, Sara stared up into the craggy ceiling above them. This had been a mistake. This had been a huge mistake.

Yet, as she held him, his comforting weight against her, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. In this moment of weakness, her heart ached that the difference of their stations would never allow a public relationship.

Bracing a hand on the ground, Itto pulled away from her shoulder, moving to stare deeply into her eyes. The fervor that had been present before had faded, sweat beaded on his brow and temples. Strands of ivory hair clung to his face and neck as he panted, breathless with exertion.

Sara stared up at him, similarly spent, golden eyes heavy. Together they shared a moment of silence, his forehead resting lightly on hers. For this single moment, everything felt right. Everything felt as it should be.

But then that moment ended.

Itto pulled away, resting his weight on his elbows, planted firmly on either side of her. “Looks like you were right, I did seduce you after all, Kujou Tengu.”

Sara scoffed, licking her dry lips. “I would hardly call this a seduction, Arataki Oni.” He had no response, only continuing to grin into her face. “Whose are they?” The question left her lips before she could think twice.

Itto’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Whose what?”

She matched him, only her frown was frustration. “If not mine, whose underwear did you steal to lure me out here?”

If possible, his grin widened further, red eyes shining with proud mischief. “I didn’t steal them from anyone. I bought them myself earlier today.”

Sara’s mouth dropped open. A myriad of emotion flew through her with such speed and intensity, it was hard to know which one to stick with. Itto continued to grin proudly down at her, clearly pleased with his evident success.

“Archons, I hate you, bastard Oni”