So ch 364 of KHR...
Probably one of my most fav chapters ever.

I love Romario... and I'm still not over how Big Papa Iemitsu socked Tsuna right in the face. Lol, Daddy has some skills, getting Tsuna right in the orbital nerve stem. Lol, you can say I do too much research for my OC stories...

Any ways, to get to the important stuff. This is a cool chapter. It takes place BEFORE the first chapter; it's in here to kind of give you some insight on how Wren met Mukuro and when. Yep. Good stuff.

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Chapter 7: A Meeting With the Illustrious Number 6

"Mmmm, yes. Lancia… You feel so good…"

Lancia grabs her waist and pulls her deeper as continues to rock his hips. He loves doing everything he can to make her moan. Barely a moment later, another moan escapes Wren's mouth from his dick stirring inside her.

"This is why I love Lancia the most. He sexes me the best."

Wren has to remind him constantly of how good he is in bed, and Lancia doesn't mind at all. He loves her so much; he only wants to make her happy. It's too unfortunate that Wren only loves his technique—she's never experienced seven orgasms in one long session of sex before, that is, until she found him.

"Mmmm Lancia, please."

It drives him crazy when she pleads to him.

"I want it Lancia…"

Now he has to make her go…

She always knows what to say him.

Placing one of his hands on her tailbone, he rolls the serpentine ball forward a little to angle her just right. In less then a second, he pulls out, gets on his knees and begins to lick her clean. He hones in on her most sensitive spot.

In the midst of her deep pants, Wren tries to stay still. Then his tongue slides inside her warmth. She moans louder than ever as she cums on his face.

Lancia feels himself throb to her desire. It's milky white and running down his chin. It's a pleasing taste. It's a pleasing feeling. He wants to feel how pleased she is. Wanting to do more, he sticks his fingers in while he continues to lick. Her body twitches in pleasure, and she salaciously smiles. Wren loves how he instinctively knows what to do to her. She's almost under the impression that he's psychic, considering how perfectly he works.

After listening to a few more moans and feeling her get even wetter, Lancia gets back up and quickly slides himself back in. His hand slowly wipes all of Wren's juices off his face. My god she tastes good, thinks the man. Her body shivers to the plunge and her fingers search for something to dig into.

'Lancia. I need you to go to Namimori. Kokuyo Land. We've already kidnapped the ranking boy.'

He keeps going, despite Mukuro's request.

'Lancia, you know she doesn't love you.'

He just keeps thrusting to the sounds of her moans.

'Lancia, you belong to me. Go to Namimori.'

"I'm busy, shut the fuck up." He spats, officially annoyed.

"Huh? Who're you talking to Lancia?" Wren looks back at him curiously.

"Uhh, no one. I was thinking out loud." His cheeks slightly flush in embarrassment, but he keeps going.

Wren stops him. "You were talking to someone." She grins wildly. "Who is it?"

'Don't tell her about me.' Mukuro gives him a serious tone, but Lancia is pissed and no longer cares.

"It's a guy I know. We have a weird connection."

"So who controls who?"

Wren is very interested now. Though she already knows the answer, she asks anyways. She really just wants the name—that's all she needs to find him.

"Does it matter?"

"Hmm, not really, but I just want to know everything about you Lancia. You are my favorite." She gives him a sincere smile with the response.

'She's lying. She doesn't even want you anymore.'

'Shut the fuck up.'

'If you tell her anymore, I'll take over.'

'No you won't.'

"He is a person who—agh!"

Wren cocks a brow and watches as her Lancia changes instantly. The right side of his face cracks like porcelain, along with his right eye turning the color of rubies. In the moment of transition, as the left eye begins to fade to a deeper blue, inside his right manifests a kanji character. Three more seconds pass, and Lancia's body completely morphs into the silhouette of another. She's in awe of his new intimidating aura, and in love with that dominating stare.

"Will you continue where Lancia left off? I hate not finishing." Wren gives the new Lancia an expectant glance up and down.

"Kufufufu. No, but I need you to do something."

She turns her cheek. "Nope. No sex, no help."

"Kufu, how deviant…"

"I like to call it needy." Wren is content knowing she always needs and wants sex.

"Lancia is my plaything. Surely, you don't want to lose your good time? I also think what I need would be of interest to you, since you only like the strongest, right?"

"Hmm, I guess not. And strong men are good. I'll at least listen." Wren isn't about to go along with some guy's plans, unless she's getting something good out of it. And something good is only sex.

"You're a good girl. I need Lancia to go to Namimori. Get him there, and you might meet someone more interesting than Lancia."

Her cocked brow rises. "More interesting than Lancia?"

"A truly wicked man, kufufu." He knew this information would lure her in.

But Wren gets serious. "Not good enough. Him being a wicked man is an opinion. Give me your name too, and we'll call it even." She is dead set on finding and fucking the hell out of the guy in front of her. He makes her skin crawl.

He only chuckles before saying, "Rokudo."

And he vanishes. The porcelain cracks repair like magic and his ruby orb fades to its original shade of crystal blue. Wren lies in place, a little upset that such a scary man is gone. Hmph, I couldn't even get him to finger me, thinks the sexpot.

Lancia awakens in a different position than he was in when he left, leaving the man more confused. Towering over his little bird, Lancia catches at her let down expression and immediately becomes worried that Mukuro may have stolen the only thing he wants outside of the atonement for his family.

"Are you ok? He didn't do anything to you?"

It is at this moment, that Wren comes to the official realization of his love. How depressing, thinks the green-eyed girl, and I was hoping to keep this one around.

But she keeps these thoughts hidden and only looks at Lancia weirdly. "No, but why are you so worried?" She doesn't bother waiting for an answer and continues, "I wanna finish what we started."

After a sigh of relief, Lancia kneels down to kiss her. His mouth is soft, but his kiss is rough. The desperation in his desire comes in bites. Rough kisses with desperate bites start to cover Wren's body. She watches the tease happily. She doesn't mind a man that loves to please.

His devotion starts to trail lower, eventually leading Lancia's mouth down to his favorite spot. Wren moans all over again as he starts to play with her. He swirls his tongue around, just the way she likes it as he rubs himself slowly. He's waiting for her to ask for it.

Lancia wants to hear her plead for his dick.

Wren continues to moan, and Lancia rubs himself harder. He trails his other hand to her breasts. She licks her lips as his hand gently squeezes her nipples. He's still waiting. Lancia will do this all night if he has to—he wants her to beg for it.

"Ahh yes Lancia. It feels so good."

He stops licking. "Do you want more?"

She bites her lip unconsciously. "Yes."

"How bad?" He stands and starts rubbing his head on her most sensitive spot.

She groans softly. "Really bad… Lancia, don't tease me."

Her expression makes him harder.

"But it's fun."

"Please Lancia, just pound me."

He throbs.

Leaning forward, Lancia bites her nipple softly as his dick plunges inside. Deep. He watches Wren's body cover itself in goose bumps. The cool air heavily covered with the smell of sex is driving her mad. It's with the dick pushes itself as deep as it can go fill her mind with twisted ecstasy.

With a hard but rhythmic pace, Lancia thrusts inside her while still licking her nipples. Wren digs her nails into his back. The little pricks into his skin are unannounced but easily noticed. They make him shiver. They make him groan. Lancia can't help but get rougher. He wants to go, and then screw her some more.

"Mmm Lancia, fuck me harder..."

It's on.

Hours later…

Both too tired to do anymore work, they lay next to each other on the floor next to the giant metal ball. It's covered in musty sweat. Lancia can only stare at Wren's beautifully squared face that's laced up by her cute, deep dimples that show when she smiles. Her almost lime green eyes look over to the enslaved man, exhausted from how hard she rode him. She did it imagining he was Rokudo.

Ah, he loves me for sure. That stare makes it so obvious, thinks the courtesan.

Wren then rolls on her side towards him and places a small kiss on his forehead. Lancia feels his whole body burst into flames from this, but only runs his fingers through her untamed, blonde hair. He returns with a kiss on her chest.

Lancia knows he's in love with her, but he also knows she will leave if she finds out. He's torn about what to do next.

"You love me, don't you?" Wren gives him a slightly serious look.

He doesn't answer, but didn't have to. His expression said it all.

"It's okay, cause Lancia is my favorite." She gives him a cute smile, filling him with false hope.

He only stares.

"Well, that Mukuro guy said you needed to go to Namimori. So we should get going."

"I don't want you to go."

She won't stay behind.

"Then who am I going to have sex with, while you're gone?"

"Can you do without?" He raises an eyebrow.

She furrows hers cutely. "I won't go without."

He sighs and rolls his eyes, letting her win.

Lancia gets up and starts looking for an outfit while Wren just lies and watches. Hmm, I'm going to miss you Lancia, thinks the sly Russian fox. Her thoughts wander on.

You better be worth looking at, Rokudo.