Mahiru feels rather than hears her name being called.
Her consciousness slowly emerges, lured from the confined yet infinite realm of which she is cursed to roam for eternity, like the night mists rolling away at the break of dawn. Slowly. No urgency here. She knows that her host is not in imminent danger. There is adrenaline, yes, but of a different, welcoming kind. And besides, this is not the first time she is summoned in such manner.
She can feel now the pounding of his heart. Her heart. The hot breaths coming out in ragged pants from his lips. Her lips. The tiny beads of sweat at his (her) forehead, his (her) chest, his (her) underarms. The tension at her nether region... She blinks away the last cobwebs of sleep and focuses at the figure withering in pleasure beneath her. A male figure with a mop of silver hair.
Their naked bodies are rocking in a regular rhythm. Hyperaware now, she can feel her fully aroused member pushing hard against this stranger's upper thigh as his against hers. Her fingers like claws at his bottom, nails digging deep at soft skin. For a moment she is at a loss and almost pulls herself free from the arms which are circling around her shoulders for dear life.
'Guren... ' an audible word, a plea, amongst the halting groans and gasps from this silver haired stranger.
Immediately, she remembers her short life as a human before her inadvertent imprisonment as a cursed creature within a sword. And with this memories, the feeling of regret, anger... and the intense hatred towards the man laying unguarded beneath her. Her hands move upwards to wrap at his neck, exerting considerable amount of pressure, cutting both air and circulation. A few seconds longer and the life before her will be extinguished. But this will cause the person she cares the most great grief...
The stranger's eyes become unfocused and roll upwards.
She releases her hands.
'Shinya,' she says in Guren's voice.
Shinya has turned aside and is alternatively gasping for breath and coughing. 'Guren... I love you, Guren.' If anything, he seems to be getting more excited from her violent administration as his painfully erected cock is leaking pre-cum.
Mahiru hesitates, for a brief moment, reconsidering returning to her slumber. The sight of Shinya in such state stirs something deep whithin her, something primal. She cups his chin with a hand, leaning in for a kiss, while her other hand snakes downwards to claim, not too gently, his weeping cock.
Her Guren can sleep for a little while longer while she plays... for a little while longer.