Vampire Primogenitor In Tokyo Ghoul Universe

Shiki and Eto exited the 24th ward through route V14 into the 20th ward. Time had passed and surveillance on the ward by the V organization and CCG ought to have already ended. Either way, both moved discreetly until they left the ward. Shiki had intended on separating from Eto so he could check in with the V organization and clowns. However after some thought, he decided to wait till after accompanying Eto to check out the Aogiri tree 11th ward branch. They were going to make sure the training and restructuring was going well. According to Shiki's proposal, the organization had decided to base their surface operations on two wards after completely taking over them. After careful consideration, it was decided to be the 20th ward and the 11th ward. The 20th ward was of lesser importance only requiring a small covert base since it was chosen mostly for recruitment purposes and a secure way to retreat to the 24th ward. Currently the main Aogiri branch was in the 11th ward led by Noro who was ȧssisted by the Bin brothers and other executives. Aogiri ghouls from other wards had been instructed to converge on the base there to begin their training and receive orders. Of course their troops didn't stay there all the time, they were sent out regularly on training ȧssignments to violent wards like the 13th or 8th ward to hone the techniques they were taught. They had completely taken over the 11th ward and eliminated all opposition. They had yet to erase the CCG branch there as they didn't want to draw the attention of the CCG headquarters yet but they still eliminated any doves that came close to their base. The 11th ward base was a complex that had a total of nine buildings, and was considered an extremely strategic location because of the surrounding terrain. Thick forests surrounded the complex from the sides, while a steep cliff and ocean made an attack from the front the only option. The space was enough to house and train their personnel with executives being summoned there to ȧssist Noro in managing the situation. Tatara took care of the underground, Noro took care of the surface while Eto and Shiki played around and did as they pleased. Everyone was happy.

They made it to the 11th ward base to find it heavily fortified with covert defenses and patrols. Shiki walked calmly along the path to the base with Eto skipping beside him in her bandage and cloak disguise. They soon encountered the patrols and were let in after the Bin brothers were called to welcome them in. Shiki and Eto could have simply barged in but they saw no point in unnecessary chaotic conflict especially in their own organization's base. They walked into the Grand hall to meet Noro and the other executives. The moment Shiki walked into the hall, he observed each of the executives as they stood. The ghoul executives here didn't include any of those newly recruited from the 24th ward. Those ones were being trained underground to be part of main fighting force against the CCG. Thus, the executives here were somewhat weaker and were mainly tasked with supervising the day to day operations of the organization. "My my, you guys are weak. Are you really the executives here? Are you guys really training? It seems you'll soon have to be demoted if this is the strength you guys have." Shiki coldly stated. There was a sort of shocked silence in the room as the executives were shocked at what he'd just said and Eto was snickering behind him. She was already doing her best not outright laughing due to his abrupt opening insult to the executives he'd just met. Noro seemed like he couldn't care less, walking forward to pat Eto on the head before leaving the hall to continue what he was doing. That left six people in the room including Shiki and Eto. Standing to the side were the Bin brothers, two tall young male ghouls with dark spiky hair. They mostly served under Noro and seemed to have excellent leadership skills. They didn't react to Shiki's insult negatively and rather seemed to take it as a piece of advice to grow stronger. Shiki observed that and approved. He shifted his gaze to Miza Kusakari, a short statured woman, with a very distinct hairstyle. She wore her salmon-colored hair with a large section tied into a high top-knot and pieces framing either side of her face. She was the leader of the Blades gang/clan that recently relocated from the 18th ward. Her reaction too was positive as she seemed to seriously contemplate his words and reach the same conclusion to grow stronger. While observing her reaction and approving, Shiki suddenly heard an arrogant yell, "Huuuhhhhh, who the fuċk do you think you are walking in here and calling me weak you fuċkɨnġ flower boy? Wanna fight? I bet I could wipe the floor with your pansy ȧss and feed your remains to my subordinates." He turned his attention to Ayato Kirishima, a lean young man with blue eyes and long blue messy hair which swept down in front of his eyes. He had a rough-looking, rebellious image consisting of a hooded long-sleeved black leather jacket, and black pants, along with knee-high black boots. He also had a piercing on his left ear, and wore a ring on the pinky finger of his right hand. He was the youngest executive who coincidentally was a former member of Anteiku and had an elder sister there who Shiki had consumed. It was the young weak female ghoul who Shiki had killed in the basement as she'd been about to escape through the secret passage to the 24th ward.

Observing this brash, arrogant brat before him, Shiki knew Ayato had been in a horrid mind state ever since hearing about the death of his sister. However that didn't mean he'd get off easy. Disappearing from his position, Shiki suddenly appeared before Ayato and kneed him viciously in the gut before grabbing his head and slamming it into the concrete floor repeatedly. The other executives in the room were shocked by his strength and immediate vicious retaliation. Eto merely giggled watching in fascination. "If I say you're weak, you're weak. If you have a problem with that, change it by getting stronger. This is your last chance. Next time you act up to me, I'll rip you apart slowly joint by joint and put you back together as a flesh puppet. And trust me, I'll make it so excruciatingly painful, you'll lose your mind begging for death. Do you understand me, kid?" Shiki hissed into Ayato's ear as he lay there bloodied on the floor. Ayato weakly nodded in submission before Shiki threw him to the Bin brothers to take care of. "Send him underground to train under Tatara. Tell him I said the kid has potential so he should be trained harshly with an emphasis on discipline. Now where is the last executive, I know there's one more." The Bin brothers awkwardly paused before replying, "Yes Sir, we'll leave immediately. Um, Yamori may still be in the tower behind the building 5. He's normally missing at meetings due to being preoccupied with his toys." Immediately after reporting that, the brothers left the hall with the unconscious bloodied Ayato to head to the 24th ward. Miza was left with Shiki and Eto and was about to leave as well when Shiki asked her to lead them to Yamori's location. The short woman visibly gulped before leading them to an oblivious Yamori who was busy torturing his newest acquisition in his playroom. It didn't take them long to get there though they heard the screams and smelt the blood long before reaching there. They entered the tower to find a large room with a checkered tiled floor. At the center of the room stood a very bulky man with slicked back blonde hair who stood over a screaming ghoul on an operating table. Blood seemed to have formed a pool on the floor around the table. The bulky man was focused using a pair of pliers to cut and pull out bones from the ghoul on the operating table and place them in a bucket on the side while laughing maniacally. Shiki stood there with Eto and observed for while before dismissing Miza and walking towards the oblivious torturer. His footsteps finally alerted the bulky ghoul who turned around to reveal sharp lizard eyes. His white suit and black dress shirt were completely covered in the blood of his victim. He resembled a typical gangster with his face closely resembling a gecko. "My my Yakumo Oomori, Is this why you missed the Executive meeting? Such lack of discipline. If you're like this, how can we expect you to properly lead as an executive in Aogiri Tree. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Shiki said as he strode across the bloody floor arriving in front of Yamori. Yamori himself seemed confused and angered by the intrusion before fear clouded his face upon realizing he was in deep trouble. Dropping everything, Yamori knelt immediately and started begging for forgiveness. He'd been in the organization long enough to recognize Eto and while he didn't know exactly who Shiki was, rumors about the powerful male ghoul who was always with Eto had reached him. He'd be a fool to put up any resistance and hoped his shameful prostration would earn him some mercy. Shiki considered what to do with this troublesome sadist. Just as he was about to kill him and be done with it, he had a bright idea. Turning to Eto he said, "Eto, I have an ȧssignment for you. He's your new toy and project. Make him stronger and teach him discipline. Use any means necessary. Have as much fun as you want but make sure he's still able to fight." Yamori shuddered as he prostrated before Shiki thanking him for his mercy. If only Yamori knew what Eto had in store for him he wouldn't be so grateful. Eto was excited upon hearing what Shiki said. She jumped on him, wrapping her limbs around him and lightly dry humping him with joy.

Shiki wryly smiled and left Eto in the tower to get acquainted with her new torture subject. He went around the back of the tower before turning to the ghoul waiting for him there. The ghoul had just been in the tower watching from the corner but Shiki had signaled to him to meet him outside. He'd sensed his presence the moment he'd walked in but decided to deal with him after Yamori since he was a special case. The man had low-cut brown hair, a stubble beard beard on his cleft chin and violet mischievous eyes. He dressed in a feminine, elaborate and colorful manner wearing a long sleeved pink v-neck blouse decorated with frills, along with a blue scarf, orange belt, red pants embroidered with roses, and heeled boots. He also wore colorful sunglasses fastened on his forehead and pink lipstick. Muri was familiar with the ever eccentric individual known as Nico since he was also a member of the Clowns group Itori had introduced him to. They'd met several times during clown meetings and also when he'd drop by the bar to visit Itori since they were close friends. Shiki didn't get the first word out before he heard the teasing toned voice of Nico, "Ooolala Shiki-kun, you've been missing from the group for such a long time we all thought you'd gone and gotten yourself killed by the Eraser. Who knew you'd just gone off to have an affair with a member of Aogiri Tree, what's more someone who's really high up the ladder. Wow I didn't know you also liked girls with adolescent bodies. Itori-Chan is gonna be crushed when she hears about this. She's been sulking and feeling depressed since you left. I wonder how she'd react to finding out you just left her for a..... younger model, hmmm?" Nico said in a mischievous playful tone, skipping around Shiki with his hands holding his smiling face. Shiki didn't react as he didn't come out here to bother with such childish games. "I don't think that's any of your business. For your information, I tracked down the Eraser to the 24th ward and have been searching for it since then. The nature of my relationship with Eto has nothing to do with you. Stick your nose in it and I'll rip it off Nico. As for Itori, I'm going to see her after this so keep her name out of your mouth. Well you are free to go tattle but just know your actions have deadly consequences." Shiki calmly spoke the words with a cold menacing presence. Nico immediately faltered and backed off sweating a bit out of fear. He gave off a nervous chuckle before immediately apologizing and claiming he was joking. Shiki didn't bother continuing that line of conversation before asking for an update on recent Clown activities. Nico calmed down a bit before nervously informing him of the joining of a new member Souta, their search for Shiki and also possible recruitment of Eraser. Apart from that they'd mainly had minor operations in the ghoul black market dealing with the various ghoul auctions and restaurants. Processing this new infirmation, Shiki turned around silently dismissing Nico. He didn't care what Nico did while in Aogiri Tree as long as he didn't negatively affect operations. If he did, Shiki didn't mind feeding him to the young ghouls as a pate to make them stronger. Walking back into the tower, he found Eto had placed Yamori on the operating table and had begun her work torturing and strengthening him. Admiring her commitment and work ethic, Shiki walked up behind her grabbing her ȧss and sliding a finger into her dripping hole. He whispered into her ear, "It's time for me to leave you for a while, come say goodbye my pet." Eto immediately shuddered before stiffening upon hearing he was leaving. She immediately turned around forgetting the restrained Yamori on the operating table. She looked up at him in a silent plea to get him to stay but he merely added another finger in her hole twirling them for added stimulation. Eto knew she was unsuccessful so she dragged Shiki away from the tower to her secluded personal quarters in the base to say a proper goodbye. They didn't leave the room until early the next day when Shiki hopped out the window with Eto's civilian address in his pocket. She'd begged him to visit her when he was free but he made no promises. He sped off into the distance to fulfill his other responsibility as well as visit the female bartender who he'd learned was currently depressed over him.

Shiki arrived at Helter Skelter late in the afternoon as the sun began to go down. He wasn't in a rush as he'd taken detours on his way there to get some desserts and chocolate. He'd long run out of them in his storage and he couldn't get any more in the 24th ward. He arrived to find the bar closed. He found it weird since normally it'd be open at this time. He scanned the building and found Itori holed up in her bedroom. Waiting a bit till there was no one near him, Shiki walked up to the front door and produced the key Itori had given him for when she wasn't around. Unlocking the door, he walked into the bar and picked up two bottles of blood wine from under the counter before heading straight for the stairs. He climbed up the stairs and headed straight for the bedroom, kicking it open abruptly to find Itori huddled under the covers seemingly unresponsive. Setting down the bottles, Shiki walked up to the bed before pulling off the covers to find Itori busy masturbating to a picture of him and pair of boxers he'd left behind. Her body stiffened before screeching and turning to attack the person who interrupted her personal time. She paused dumbstruck upon seeing him as though she couldn't believe he was standing before her. Exploding into joy, Itori leaped unto Shiki wrapping herself around him tightly like she never wanted to let go. It was clear she'd missed him dearly. It's not like Shiki had forgotten about her these past months, it's just that he'd been busy doing more important things. However he knew things couldn't go on like this especially considering he lived a double life as a V agent. He doubted they'd allow him out of their sight after he'd been gone for over a year. He'd long decided to create a clone to take over his duties there so he'd be able to leisurely live as a ghoul for the time being until his plans could come to fruition. He already had the magic spell ready that would maintain a constant psychic link between he and his clone. With that he could be in two or more places at once. Turning his attention to the female ghoul currently latched unto him, Shiki found she had become slightly haggard in his absence. She didn't seem to have taken care of herself as much and looked more like a shut-in. "You meanie, you left without telling me how long you'd be gone and you come back after such a long time has passed. How cruel of you. I thought you had died. You didn't even contact me to let me know you were fine. I was so worried. Everyone was saying you'd gotten killed by the Eraser but I didn't believe them. Please don't do that to me again. Even if you're leaving, take me with you. I don't care about the bar anymore I can't live without you. Even if you can't take me with you, please let me know you're safe and will be back soon. I can't take that kind of experience anymore. I'm not sure I can live without you anymore." Itori meekly said as she sobbed into his ċhėst, her limbs wrapped around him. Shiki patted Itori on the head, rubbing her head as he consoled her. Despite the fact that he didn't really have feelings for this woman, Shiki had to admit what he did was irresponsible. He himself knew Itori was unstable and could just have easily tried to track him down greatly inconveniencing him. Picking her up by her pliant buŧŧ cheeks, Shiki walked into the spacious bathroom and began taking off Itori's nightgown. It was somewhat difficult while she was clinging to him so he just ripped it off. Running a hot bath, he ripped off his own clothes before climbing into the huge hot tub once it was filled with hot water. Shiki had convinced Itori long ago to install a large tub in the bathroom so they could take long soaks comfortably. Settling down in the tub with Itori still attached to him, Shiki found she had stopped crying and was now silently holding on tightly to him. He waited for her to calm down while wetting her hair and fondling the back of her ears. He kissed her gently on the forehead as he continued to ċȧrėss the back of her ears, taking breaks to also ċȧrėss the back of her neck and down along her spine. She began breathing heavily as he moderately ċȧrėssed her unconventional erogenous zones. "There there Itori, calm down. I'm here now. I'm sorry I was gone for so long, I got caught up in some important things. I've been tracking the Eraser and lost track of time. I didn't mean to abandon you, not intentionally. I'm so glad you care so much and missed me so my dear Itori. If I had known, I'd have been here sooner. I really missed you. You haven't aged a day still looking as ravishing as ever. Come, show me how much you missed me." Shiki said as he used a finger to lift up Itori's face tilting it to face him. Her red puffy eyes now calmed and empty of tears looked into his golden eyes with obsessive longing. Shiki leaned down to take Itori's lips as she hungrily reciprocated his affections. Her arms wrapped around his neck drawing him closer to her as she sat directly on his crotch wrapping her legs around his waist. Shiki dropped his hands down to cup and knead her buŧŧȯċks, alternating between a rough and gentle massage. Itori mȯȧnėd into his mouth thrusting her tongue inside to seek out his tongue. Shiki allowed her to take the initiative and merely gave as good as he got. Allowing her to take charge would help diffuse a lot of the stress she'd built up in his absence. She humped his slowly hardening pėnɨs, seemingly impatient to get it into her moistening tunnel. Hungrily mȯȧning as she plundered his mouth for his saliva, Itori pressed and rubbed her brėȧsts into his broad ċhėst while using the friction and heat to stimulate her nɨppŀės. She continuously rubbed her ċhėst against his drawing pŀėȧsurė from the friction. Shiki shifted his hands and began fingering her slick love tunnel. He directly inserted his fingers into her hole while using his thumb to twiddle her engorged ċŀɨtȯrɨs. This really got Itori going as she rode Shiki's fingers building up to an ȯrġȧsm. As she came, she separated their lips to rest her face on his broad shoulders. Shiki wasn't done. He aimed his erection at Itori's entrance and thrust into her sharply. A surprised yelp escaped Itori's lips as she started at his direct entry into her tunnel straight to her cervix. Shiki hardly paused as he returned his hands to gripping and kneading her ȧss. Lifting her off his pėnɨs until only the head remained in her, he pulled her down while thrusting towards her. This created a powerful collision between their bodies increasing the impacts his pėnɨs made on her cervix. Itori could hardly breathe as her mȯȧns grew in volume and intensity. Shiki began thrusting hard, fuċkɨnġ Itori out of her mind. Her pupils popped into the back of her head showing only the whites of her eyes. He went on thrusting as she rode through several ȯrġȧsms, her fluids mixing with the hot bath water. She could hardly control her limbs as Shiki bent his head down to nibble and suckle on her nɨppŀės. Itori could hardly take the extra stimulation as she came time and time again.

Soon the water in the tub grew cold but Itori was hardly aware at this point. She'd been ravaged, her pussƴ filled completely with Shiki's hard tool. He'd ċum in her several times with the pressurized force of a natural geyser granting her additional ȯrġȧsms as the spurts of ċum blasted into her wȯmb. The pain and pŀėȧsurė wiped her mind, dominating her and granting her absolute ecstasy. Shiki stood from the tub, Itori still impaled on his hard rod. He walked into the bedroom and tossed Itori's limp body unto it. Walking nȧkėd to where he'd set the blood wine bottles, he picked them up before returning to Itori's side. Itori lay exhausted on the bed. They'd been at it for hours in the bath tub. They'd exhausted all the hot water and had been fuċkɨnġ like rabbits all day. Looking out the window, Itori saw it was late into the night. Shiki approached the bed Itori lay on, popping open the wine bottle. Taking a swig, he bent down pressing his mouth against Itori's and passing the wine into her mouth through his tongue. Itori received it, swallowing the wine before reciprocating his kiss. She felt energized all of a sudden and wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him on top of her. Shiki had added a recovery serum to the wine while it was in his mouth. As he kissed her now, he passed saliva that quadrupled her sensitivity. He intended on giving her a night she'd never forget so that she could always look back on this night whenever he wasn't around. Their tongues intertwined as they shared the taste of the blood wine wrapping around each other. They couldn't get enough of each other. Shiki positioned himself between Itori's thɨġhs as he positioned his slick rod once again at her entrance. Thrusting into Itori, she couldn't help mȯȧning breathlessly into his mouth. The sensation of his entry seemed to have evolved to envelop her body entirely. Every movement he made captured her mind in ecstasy as no part of her body seemed to be free from feeling his touch. He thrust gently into her smooth slick tunnel as she squeezed down on him. He moved slowly, allowing themselves to enjoy a slow sensual fuċk. Itori enjoyed it no less than the rough sėx as she clung unto him while he leisurely drove his rod into her depths. They slowly built up to a massive ȯrġȧsm as Itori came first. She spasmed violently beneath Shiki as world-shaking ȯrġȧsm tore through her body. She collapsed breathing heavily while Shiki had yet to come. He withdrew his still hard rod from her and was about to reinsert it for a rough fuċk to end the session when he thought of something. Pausing, he shifted the head of his still slick rod downwards placing it at her back entrance. Tapping his slick head at her backdoor, the sensation had Itori trembling in anticipation. Slowly he worked his rod into her tight backdoor, her tight ring relaxing and allowing his ċȯċk entrance as Shiki coaxed Itori by plundering her mouth with his tongue. Finally he made it all the way in, he felt the tight scorching warmth on his ċȯċk as Itori got used to his intrusion. Her recently enhanced sensitivity matched every bit of pain she felt with pŀėȧsurė. Shiki soon began thrusting in and out of her. He started out slowly, her quiet mȯȧns urging him on. Soon he began to speed up eliciting louder mȯȧns from Itori before he silenced her with a deep French kiss. Shiki continued to gradually increase the speed and intensity of his fuċkɨnġ. He was quickly building towards an ȯrġȧsm as was Itori. He kept thrusting as the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and loud mȯȧns filled the rooms upstairs. He came with a mighty eruption of warm thick sėmėn straight up Itori's ȧss, the sensation prompting her own ȯrġȧsm. They continued to roll around in bed, fully exploring each other's bodies and making up for lost time until long after the sun rose. Itori passed out and slept peacefully in Shiki's arms unaware that just a day ago, a female ghoul with long messy green hair was in her exact position.