Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Different Circumstances ❯ The Virgin ( Chapter 17 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters depicted therein. The characters in this story are not mine.

 

The Virgin

 

“You're a hot virgin, aren't you, wife. Giving me a hand job while I get you ready for sex,” he said kissing me soundly. He left the bed for a moment and retrieved some cloth to wipe up. “That should be inside you, but I think it's just as well you did that. I'm going to need to be able to maintain my discipline for the next part.”

 

“You enjoyed it,” I said watching him, wanting to be held by him again. I had been away from him for too long and he was leaving the next day. Would we ever manage to spend time together without interruption?

 

Lying down again, he held me close, kissing my cheeks, my chin and neck. His tongue again circled my ear and I shivered at the unexpected caress, but this time found I enjoyed it. We kissed; a long ardent kiss that made me firm my resolve to go through with this, no matter what, even if Zaraki felt worried, but feeling his penis stir into life against me, I assumed it would not be too difficult to persuade him.

 

“I'm pleased that 4th Division washed the traitor's touch from you. I watched, making sure that when Isane removed the blood and marks she didn't hurt you. No one would let me frigging touch you and that really riled me, I wanted to wash you. I don't want to see other people's hands on your body, or you covered with so many injuries,” Zaraki's lips were near my ear as he spoke.

 

“I wondered who had done that and why the blood had been removed,” I turned to look at him, my hand instinctively moving to his chest and stroking his muscles. He smiled at me in a strange manner as his eyes roved over my body, so different to the way Aizen had looked at me while pretending to be my husband.

 

“I've never tasted a virgin. I wonder what they taste like and this will be the last chance I have to find out,” he said almost to himself.

 

“Why would I taste any different? I'm still the same person.” I had a pleasant suspicion what Zaraki might be planning and I knew he was just making an excuse.

 

“Because you're pure, you must taste different. Your mouth seems the same, but I'll try it again to make sure,” he said and kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth, touching the places that excited me the most. “Mmmm,” he rumbled reflectively, “now the neck,” as his tongue began to caress my neck licking languorously slowly around the places that he knew pleased me. I shivered with delight and felt my nipples become hard as his touch excited me. I tried to stroke him, but he pinned me down with one hand, the other fondling me. “No, you lie there and let me taste you. I'm just exploring your innocence and you will stay still. Virgins are meant to be shy and scared, not wanton and urgent. Learn your place.”

 

I laughed at his semi-serious tone. “Yes, Captain. Thank you for reminding me. Oh, please, don't touch me like that. At least turn out the light, I'm embarrassed and it is my first time.” I spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice and pretended to cringe away from him.

 

“Beloved, you're being annoying. Stop it.” Now his head had moved down and his mouth hovered above my breast. “Virgin nipples,” he mused and then took one into his mouth. I grabbed his head, disregarding the bells and everything else, wanting him to keep concentrating on my breasts, wanting him to travel further south. “Nice,” he mumbled, “but not very different.” He sampled the other one, sucking on it strongly as I groaned loudly.

 

His head moved down further and he was kissing my stomach. “I remember the first time I did this to you and you went completely out of your mind and begged me, no wait you couldn't beg. All you could do was moan like you're moaning now. I didn't know virgins moaned like that. You're making me change my opinion.” Licking my navel seemed to interest him as he thrust his tongue into it a few times, making me squirm in a mixture of pleasure and impatience. He moved further down the bed and using the cloth, wiped away the oil, “I want to taste you, not the oil. Grasping my legs under the thighs, he pushed them up, exposing me to him completely. “I wonder if you will like my tongue as much here.”

 

Without any further warning he thrust his tongue inside me and I shrieked, jerking against him. It felt very good and I did like his tongue, more than before. “You like that do you? I thought you did and it hasn't changed,” he said and did it again and then licked my clit a few time. “A virgin tastes pretty much the same,” he commented before he thrust his tongue into me again, causing me to shudder. “You, wife, always taste good to me.”

 

His abrupt removal of his tongue and his comments made me open my eyes, or at least half open them. I was feeling incredibly lecherous and wanted to fuck as I looked at him lying beside me. “You're enjoying this,” I accused him, suddenly realising the truth.

 

“Of course I am. A beautiful virgin is throwing herself at me, begging me to fuck her.” He thought I was beautiful? “Not that I want a virgin, but having one eager for me, sort of excites me,” he softly stroked my breasts, tenderness evident in his face and hands. “We don't have to do this now. Instead we could pleasure each other in different ways. I could eat you again, you were really enjoying that, and you could suck me.” Even as he suggested it I could tell he hoped I would reject his idea.

 

His offer made me hesitate, for a second or two. It appeared like a good idea but it would be delaying everything. If I backed down now I might find excuses to escape a momentary pain when I knew I could obtain so much enjoyment afterward. My recent experiences with pain had made me reluctant to go through any further hurt, but I put aside my cowardice. My arousal encouraged me to persuade him, as soon as possible, to take my virginity. “As good as that sounds, Zaraki, I already explained why we have to do this. Do you want me to suck you when you come home or actually have sex with you?”

 

“You know the answer to that.” As he kissed me, I felt a slight hesitation as if he were nervous about this strange situation. I could taste my juices in his mouth and that excited me further. His hand was again between my thighs, stroking me, making me want him more and my hand strayed to his erection, feeling it large and rigid against the palm of my hand. “Should we do this slow or fast?”

 

“Fast,” I instructed. “Slow is just more painful, I think,” I wasn't sure. The first time had been slow and I had been so nervous that I hadn't enjoyed it. I remember talking to Toshiro about it one night, when I'd drunk too much, and advised him fast was better than slow. My affair with Renji had finished by that time and I was feeling lonely and in the mood to tease my Captain. I liked to watch the way he frowned and then went pink whenever I mentioned sex. He kept trying to cover his ears and that made me more determined to tell him.

 

“Fast; that's what I'd hoped you'd say,” Zaraki said coating his penis with more oil and then oiling me again. He eased the head of his penis inside me where it now could fit after the stretching, and I encircled his thighs with my legs.

 

“Don't stop, even if I beg you,” I said knowing that I might. I wanted this over with so I wouldn't have to think of it again and he had excited me so much that I had to have him inside me as soon as possible.

 

“What? I'm supposed to screw you even if I hurt you?” Zaraki didn't seem enthusiastic about the idea. “I told you, I only want to hear you moaning or screaming in pleasure.”

 

“It's the only way.” I was feeling increasingly anxious but incredibly turned on.

 

Zaraki kissed me the way that drove me wild, until I was ready to push him onto his back and force the issue. I pressed myself against him, trying to indicate how much I wanted him. Taking this as consent he thrust into me hard while still kissing me; I felt my hymen tear and my vagina stretch from his penetration. I liked the feeling of the stretching, but the pain from the loss was sharp and although I tried not to, I struggled against him, fighting against the sting, trying to avoid the incursion at the same time, wanting him. He stopped mid thrust and withdrew. “I can't do this. You're whimpering and it reminds me of when you were nearly dying.”

 

I swallowed, angry that I couldn't handle this better. I should have lain there immobile but he was so huge. “The worst of it should be over,” I tried to assure him.

 

He looked at me, his eyes straying to my breasts and further down. “I made you bleed,” there was a tone of wonder in his voice as he wiped the blood from between my legs with the cloth. “I told you I didn't want to hurt you.”

 

“That's normal. You were less worried the first time we fucked,” why was he being such an idiot? He'd been telling the truth, he obviously had never been with a virgin.

 

“I didn't love you then, woman. I didn't know about the rape, I didn't know anything about you,” Zaraki's flash of temper surprised and touched me.

 

I sat up and put my arms around him. “Please, let's have sex. You're leaving tomorrow and I need you. I don't know how long you'll be gone.” Pulling him down with me, I reclined on the bed holding myself close to him, draping a leg over his thigh to bring his penis in close proximity to me as I nudged close to him.

 

“Okay, but if you cringe just once, I'm stopping. More oil; that might help.”

 

The way he applied the oil this time, made me gasp. He pushed his fingers into me, trying to stretch me further. “Stop it Zaraki. Next time I come, I want you inside me.”

 

He nodded and located himself between my spread thighs, continuing to stroke me as he did so, making me desire him. This time he pushed into me slowly, watching me carefully for any sign of pain and I kept my face as serene as I could. It didn't hurt much at all as he penetrated me and he managed to ease himself halfway inside. “At last,” he grunted. “Almost like our first fuck except you're tighter, wetter and hotter. I never want a virgin again. I only want you,' he kissed me as he began to thrust into me in the rhythm I liked so much but gentler as if he was trying to hold back.

 

“I never want to be a virgin again,” I gasped, “or if you want me to I'll be anything you request.” I felt each thrust penetrate me further and I was moaning continually as I met each plunge, writhing with pleasure under him.

 

“Anything? I want you out of control, my ex-virgin,” his lips moved to my neck as he sped up the rhythm and began to take me more forcefully. His request came at a suitable time because I was lost to everything but the feelings he was making me experience.

 

“You too,” I demanded urgently, as he grasped my hips, pulling me tighter against him. His penis was continuing to stretch me, making me able to accommodate more of him with each thrust. He was staring down at me watching my eyes, his own glowing with such a flash of lust that I felt my body heat just from his gaze.

 

Bending his head, I expected him to kiss me on the mouth, but he ran a line of kisses down between my breasts, pausing in his strokes and then he slowly drew his tongue over a nipple. Arching against him, wanting to feel his lips engulf my nipple, I tried to wonder what he was doing but it was difficult to do anything except feel my need increase. Instead of sucking my breasts he started to push into me again, slowly and forcefully.

 

I was feeling so excited. His penis now seemed to fit me and I was hungrily pushing against his thrusts. He filled me so completely and knew how to make me respond to him. Without warning I convulsed underneath him, coming hard and screaming his name. At the same time he yelled my name and his body shuddered above me.

 

“I wish you didn't have to go,” I said quietly, a short while later. I was now sheltered inside his arms and his eyes were shut. Looking at him closely I thought he looked tired.

 

“No choice. You heard the old man; I should've gone today. I'm pleased I didn't, I haven't slept properly for days. You stay here, Beloved, don't try to follow me. Aizen and Gin want you for more than sex. They wouldn't have abducted you just to screw you and annoy me and your Captain. Be careful. Make sure Ikkaku or Yumichika or your Captain are with you at all times. If they're not available, visit one of the other Captains, or stay with the old man. Use your skills to keep safe,” his tone was serious and it was impressed on me that he meant what he said as he hugged me closer. “Wait for me. I will come back to you. Wish I wasn't so goddamned tired. I want to screw you all night but since you were taken there hasn't been much time for sleep. The drugs put me to sleep, but I woke up feeling like crap. Couldn't sleep in that Arrancar stronghold. Too dangerous. Don't allow anyone to take you away again. Understand?”

 

“You're very serious, Zaraki. I'll be okay. You've got to promise me you will be careful and not take any unnecessary risks. Why am I bothering to say that? You'll do what you want, I know that. I'll wait for you, what choice do I have? Hurry back. Defeat those scum and come back to me,” I moved closer and kissed his mouth hungrily. “Do you want dessert?” I whispered as seductively as I could.

 

“I think we both need a wash. I don't want the taste of blood in my mouth when I eat my dessert.” He opened his eyes and looked between my thighs. “I never want to see you bleed again.”

 

“But it's normal,” I began to say.

 

“I want you pregnant with my child. I want you continually pregnant so no man can ever claim you from me,” He picked me up from the bed and carried me into the bathroom, placing me on my feet as he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature.

 

“I don't want to be pregnant all the time. I'm not even sure about once,” I protested until he kissed me, a kiss full of possession and need, making me change my mind again. “Okay, once, maybe. We'll see. I've just lost my virginity and you want to impregnate me?” We were in the shower now and he was washing me, or at least using a bar of soap on me, removing any traces of blood.

 

“I've heard women, who are in that condition, are even randier. You'd be begging me all the time.” He dropped the soap and turned off the shower and then pinned me against the wall. Moving close he pushed his body against mine, his erection sliding between my thighs. “I'd have you now if I could. No, I will have you now.” Dripping with water as we were, he carried me to the bed and oiled me quickly.

 

“We'll ruin the sheets, Zaraki. We could dry ourselves first,” I didn't even know why I mentioned it. What did sheets matter?

 

“Sometimes I wonder how your mind works. These sheets are ruined anyway. Blood, oil and cum all over them. I think I'll keep them as proof you were a virgin bride.” He thrust into me as he spoke, pushing his hard penis in as I gasped in mindless pleasure. It hurt a little, but this time I was going to ignore it. I needed him inside me.

 

“What about dessert?” I managed to ask fighting my urge to groan and beg.

 

“Later. Much, much later. I'm still on the main course. Why do I want to fuck you every time I look at you? I want to bury my cock inside you and keep pumping into you.” He stopped moving and looked down at me. “Last night's been the only night I've slept with you without fucking you and I barely slept. Wife, more sex; much more sex. You owe me. You owe me your body and constant sex.”

 

“Anything. I will give you everything. Just keep moving. You stopped and it's not fair. You kept the bells in and I told you I don't want to make love with you when you wear them,” I unconsciously used a term I had only used once before.

 

The next thing I knew, Zaraki was kissing me passionately as he began to pump his penis into me fast and hard. The bells tinkled loudly and I tried to shut out their noise as I concentrated on him, returning his kiss, touching his tongue with mine. I couldn't prevent a wriggle as his tongue stroked that area. Even through the kiss I moaned into his mouth, unable to stop the utterance. He persisted in kissing me, knowing the effect he was having on me but this time he did not still. I moved my tongue slightly in his mouth and suddenly he tensed against me, stopping suddenly. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me with astonishment visible on his face. Freeing my lips from his I asked, “What's wrong? Did I hurt you?” I was concerned, but I could not see how a kiss could hurt him.

 

“So, that's what it's like Beloved? Now I understand. Kiss me, again, now.” His eyes glittered and I gladly obeyed his instruction. He began to fuck me with renewed passion and I felt myself coming as his tongue grazed the sensitive place in my mouth. I wanted to scream but our mouths were locked together and we came at the same time.

 

Zaraki supported himself on his hands and looked down at me, his penis still inside me. “I want to stay surrounded by you, but I can't, not yet.” As he slowly withdrew I heard him exclaim. “Why did you bleed again? Why didn't you tell me it hurt you? Blast it, Matsumoto. Don't you ever listen to me?”

 

I looked down and saw fresh blood seeping between my thighs. I was shocked at the sight, it hadn't hurt that much. Zaraki took me into the shower and washed me again quickly then retrieved the balm that Retsu had given us and applied it to me, after wiping me dry. “Virgins are hard work. No more sex for us tonight. I told you I didn't want to see you bleed again.”

 

“But it didn't hurt that much, Zaraki. It didn't. It didn't happen last time…” I shut up as he glared at me.

 

“Yeah, but when you screwed Ichimaru for the first time, did you fuck again later the same day?”

 

I quailed under his stern glare and thought back. Involuntarily I shook my head. “No.”

 

He left the room. Scared at the anticipated anger, I began to dress, fearful of another fight. I didn't want to fight him when I was naked this time. Standing, unsure what to do, I fidgeted. An argument was the last thing I wanted; he was leaving tomorrow and I wanted to spend the night with him, even if it meant just sleeping.

 

I heard his footsteps returning to the room. He was carrying two small boxes one of which he handed to me. I opened it curiously to see a slim, plain gold band displayed within.

 

“Give it to me woman, now you know what it is,” he took the ring out of the box and placed it on my left hand. It fitted perfectly. “You can never take it off. It's a special ring that can only be removed by the person who places it on your finger.”

 

I looked from the ring to Zaraki. “What? When did you..”

 

“I ordered it when I brought you back from Las Noches. Even if you had died, you were going to wear the ring. Here's mine. You put it on my finger,” handing me the other box he held out his left hand. On opening the box I saw it was an identical ring to the one I was now wearing, only larger, sized to fit his finger. I slipped it over his knuckle and heard him grunt in satisfaction. “Now watch,” he said as he tugged at the ring. It didn't move. “Now, you, try.”

 

I tried to remove my ring, but it was as if it had become part of my hand. Zaraki held out his hand and I pulled on the ring which moved easily under my fingers. I did not take it off, but slid it back where I had originally placed it.

 

“See? I meant to give you this tomorrow, but we can't fuck again tonight, so I thought I'd give it to you now.”

 

I flung my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I'd thought he was angry with me, and maybe he was, a little, but this gesture touched me deeply. He wanted it obvious and irrevocable that we were married.

 

“Thank you. Thank you darling Zaraki. I'm sorry about being a virgin and everything.” As I spoke something clicked in my head, something Gin had said to me when he held me prisoner is Hueco Mundo. He'd said I'd find out that size didn't matter and it was like Zaraki had never been my lover. The bastard knew I'd been made a virgin again! He'd encouraged Aizen to use lube and I remembered the slick feel of his penis as he'd pushed it between my legs. I sank down onto the bed, shocked at the realisation. There had to be a reason.

 

“Beloved,” Zaraki was kneeling in front of me, gazing at me with concern. “What the fuck is up?”

 

“Why did he want me to be a virgin again, Zaraki? It doesn't make any sense,” the realisation brought the memory of being trapped between Aizen and Gin back into clear focus and I began to shake again. I was icy cold and there was no escape from the events replaying in my mind.

 

Zaraki stripped me of my uniform and laying down held me close to him as I wept, his skin touching mine, soothing some of the pain. “What are you talking about?”

 

“Gin knew I was a virgin.” My skin was warming from the contact with Zaraki.

 

“Huh? That's weird. I'd heard Aizen had a thing about virgins, but only after the creep skulked away. Maybe that was it. You're not a virgin anymore, woman. Stop worrying.” He cradled me closely, kissing me gently on the mouth as my shudders gradually faded.

 

I knew there was something more, but I didn't wish to explore the idea just then.

 

Once I was calm, he pulled me into the position I was now expecting. His arm tightly around me and my head resting on his chest. Since I had begun to sleep with him, I had rarely slept with a pillow under my head. He seemed to desire that closeness and I wanted it also. I expected him to speak but he was quiet and I looked at him. It was obvious he was asleep and I didn't want to wake him. From our conversations I worked out that he had little sleep since I had been abducted. The effects of the drug had made him sleep, but the drugged sleep had not rested anyone. After he followed me to Hueco Mundo no one had slept due to being on the alert at all times. He'd been too angry and upset when he returned to rest and last night he'd only slept fitfully, waking to comfort me.

 

I knew he'd be unhappy that he hadn't screwed all night, but I knew I would have been unable. It would have hurt soon, no matter how much oil we'd used. I'd make it up to him when he returned.

 

 

I stirred, partially awake, held in Gin's embrace. I didn't want to open my eyes, scared I was still dreaming. It had been so long since Gin had held me while we slept. He preferred to leave my bed once he'd been satisfied and I would stay awake, missing him, longing for the times he slept with me, occasionally embracing me. I stayed still, luxuriating, feeling if not loved, at least liked. I had not told him how I felt; scared of his reaction because I knew he would never tell me he loved me. Maybe he had changed his mind and we could finally be truthful with each other. He was breathing steadily and I decided he must still be asleep. I smoothed my face against his skin as I continued to wake slowly. It didn't feel like Gin, the flesh was too warm, the height seemed wrong and the scent was both familiar and unfamiliar. It had to be Gin; there was no other person I had seriously thought about. Occasionally I had admired one of the Captains but that was a secret that I would not acknowledge. Peeking through my lashes I found I was peeping at Captain Kenpachi Zaraki, my secret admiration. One arm held me to his side, while the other hand was cupping a breast. I had my arm stretched over his chest.

 

How drunk had I been last night? I couldn't remember talking to this Captain, only sometimes watching from a distance, and now I was in bed with him. Oh, this was just great. Gin wouldn't understand; I didn't understand how it had happened. I didn't feel like I had a hangover. Maybe nothing had happened. I grasped the fact that I was naked and so was he. Had we fucked? The feeling in the lower half of my body indicated we had, I was sore but satisfied; well I actually wanted more. I wanted more? That stuck me as unusual. I looked at his body. There was a livid mark around his neck, normally hidden by a band of cloth. I wondered about that. His shoulders were broad and powerfully built and his chest more heavily muscled than Gin's. My eyes moved down, noting the absence of hair on his chest, down to his flat washboard like stomach. This man took his physical condition seriously and I appreciated that. Glancing down further, I drank in the sight of his thighs and hips. The man's body, while marred with scars was making me feel damp, and then I saw his penis. Semi hard, even though it was, I was impressed and slightly nervous. His penis, surrounded by dark springy hair, was huge. How had we managed to have sex? I saw a crumpled piece of fabric that was stained with blood and oil. Who had bled? Moving slightly I felt a twinge between my thighs. It reminded me of how I had felt after I lost my virginity to Gin.

 

I'd really done it this time. The Captain of the 11th Division was not known for his discretion and I was positive that news of our night together would spread quickly. I moved, trying to escape from the unwanted (?) embrace, fearing to stay any longer but I was strangely drawn to the man who held me so tightly. What was I going to do? How could I explain this?

 

A.N.

 

There are not always easy solutions to problems. The earlier resolution to Matsumoto's memory loss was never meant to be permanent. :p

 

Ta to those people who actually took the time to review, especially RuneWarriorGal07, Bastian and renjixkiba.

 

Busy pretending to be human. The next update will be when I can make time.

 

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