Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Lamuerta's Reward ❯ Lamuerta's Reward ( Chapter 1 )

Lamuerta quietly pushed open the huge door into Aizen's throne room and grimaced at the darkness that met her. He wasn't there, but he had to know she'd returned, he would have felt her spiritual pressure passing through Las Noches. She closed the door behind her and whimpered worriedly.

Aizen-sama would be so angry at her because she'd lost her control over Kima and allowed the woman to break free of her mind. Lamuerta adored Aizen-sama, she worshipped him. If he were to forsake her now because she had failed, what would she do? He was the reason she fought so hard, he was the reason she would kill the shinigami that sought to end his reign as the God of All Things. She couldn't allow anything to happen to him, no matter what.

But what if he did forsake her? How would she protect him then? Would he still allow her to fight for him?

"Somebody's in trouble,"

Lamuerta whirled around in the darkness of the throne room and growled quietly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Grimmjow!"

"Of course you do, Llama-san," Grimmjow snickered as he stepped out of the shadows and circled her.

"Don't call me that!"

"Why not? It suits you," Grimmjow ran a hand through his short blue hair and laughed at the look on her face. "Aizen-sama is very disappointed in you, Llama-san. You're just lucky Ulquiorra was successful in procuring that girl from Karakura last night. You know, the one with the big boobs that's always hanging around with Kurosaki? The one with the healing powers?"

"So Ulquiorra was successful?"

"Of course. He's very efficient," Grimmjow circled her, smiling slyly while she just watched him. "Aizen-sama has a lot of plans for her." He gave a dramatic sigh and swept his fingers across Lamuerta's slender shoulders. "I can't imagine he'll find any time for you now,"

Lamuerta grabbed Grimmjow's wrist and yanked it away from her shoulders. "I suppose you're eventually going to get to the point?"

"I'm just saying," Grimmjow pulled his wrist free then stepped closer to her, his hands grasping her lithe waist. "You're not going to be his playmate any more. He's probably going to just toss you over to Tosen. But seeing as how you're one of his favorites, he might give you the honor of choosing who you go to. Instead of Tosen, wouldn't you want to go to someone like me?"

Lamuerta grimaced, pushing him away roughly. "You're despicable! Aizen-sama would never just toss me away,"

Grimmjow laughed as he moved toward the door. "You've already shown him that you can't be reliable, Llama-san! How long do you think it'll be before he gives that body of yours to us Espada to enjoy?"

"Get out! Get out!" Lamuerta lunched at him just as he opened the doors and vanished behind them, laughing heartily. Once he was gone and she was alone again, Lamuerta backed into the darkness and sank to the floor, sulking. Grimmjow was just being mean. Aizen-sama would never throw her out like that, never.

"Aizen-sama!" Lamuerta whimpered as she bent forward toward the ground, her long, silky platinum blond hair falling into her face. "Aizen-sama loves me,"

"Of course I do, Lamuerta, dear,"

She gasped in surprise and stared up into his face. He was standing right beside her, tall and intimidating. When had he come in? She hadn't even heard the doors open.

"Aizen-sama!" She sat up and threw her arms around his waist, burying her face into his rock hard torso. "Please forgive me, Aizen-sama! I lost control for only a moment! I'm so sorry. It won't happen again! Aizen-sama!"

"Ah, Lamuerta, my dear, you have nothing to be sorry for. It was bound to happen sometime," Aizen smirked as he stroked his long, slender fingers through her hair lovingly. "Now, stop that crying at once. It's very unbecoming of my beautiful Lamuerta,"

"Hai, Aizen-sama!" She tilted her head back to look up at him, warmed by that loving smile on his beautiful face. Grimmjow had been so wrong about Aizen-sama. He would never toss her to the Espada, never.

"There now, that's much better," Aizen reached down and stroked her cheek gently, loving the way she nuzzled into his hand. "I knew you would deal with Kima on your own. You're very strong, and I'm so very proud of you. I was never worried even for a moment."

Lamuerta's face lit up brightly and she buried her face into his torso again. "Aizen-sama honors me!"

"You're by far, my favorite arrancar," Aizen untangled her arms from around his waist then walked over to his throne where he sat and lounged lazily. "Come here, Lamuerta,"

She smiled and hastily crawled across the floor to him, resting her arms in his lap once she reached him. He smiled that beautiful, proud smile of his and stroked through her hair again.

"It's been a little while, Lamuerta, since you and I had any real alone time. Hasn't it?"

"Yes, Aizen-sama,"

"I'm sorry I've neglected you, my dear. Being of a God of All Things, my schedule sometimes becomes very full," Aizen's voice became husky as he gently massaged her scalp. "And after the wonderful job you did today in showing Kima how strong you really are, I think you deserve a reward,"

"A reward?" Lamuerta smiled hopefully at him as he sat up and untied the red sash at his waist, then cupped her face in his hands.

"Yes, a reward," Aizen tilted her head up and bent down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. She sank into the kiss, her fingers curling into fists in the white hamaka that covered his legs. She moaned as he deepened the kiss and tangled his fingers into the hair at the back of her head. Lamuerta greedily accepted her master's kisses, and she whimpered in disappointment when he pulled away to lounge in his throne again.

"It takes so little for a God like me to make someone like you feel good. Is that what you want, Lamuerta?" Aizen smiled at the eager nod from the woman kneeling at his thighs. It brought him so much pleasure just to see that eager, hungry look on her face. What would Hitsugaya-taichou think now, if he knew about the things he did to his precious Kima? Or if he knew about the things she did to him, willingly? Aizen smiled as he pushed away the white fabric at his waist and Lamuerta got a glimpse of her reward. It took so very little to keep her under his thumb. He'd chosen the perfect hollow to merge with the shinigami, and couldn't have been happier with the results. The hollow's child-like personality had combated Kima's perfectly, and it made it so much easier to manipulate her.

Aizen closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his thrown as Lamuerta eagerly claimed her reward. With someone so easily manipulated, creating the perfect weapon against the shinigami had been a piece of cake. He'd unleash Lamuerta on all of them soon enough, and they wouldn't be able to do a damn thing to stop him. It would be so easy to pit her against any one of them, but there were two people in particular that he wanted her to destroy, and he knew just how to do it.

"I offered this great honor to her, you know," Aizen murmured as he reached down and tangled his fingers in Lamuerta's hair. She was listening intently, but didn't lose focus on her rewarding task, which made him grin. "I know the arts of pleasure very well, and I tried to show her, but she denied me, Lamuerta. It hurt so much for her to deny me like that. All I wanted to do was give her the world, to show her how wonderful it would be to stand by the side of a God. But she wants only that red headed lieutenant. And she wants to kill me, Lamuerta. Do you know how upset that makes me? So very, very upset. She was so beautiful, and I wanted her. But she's nowhere near as beautiful as you my dear. Nowhere near as beautiful. She broke my heart, Lamuerta. So now I want you to break hers," Aizen closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying Lamuerta's eager actions, while still conjuring up his manipulations. "Take away that which makes her happy. The shinigami, Renji, I want you to kill him,"

Lamuerta paused and looked up at him, smiling cruelly. "Yes, Aizen-sama. And when I've killed him?"

"Then you can kill her, but make her suffer," Aizen crooned, nudging her back to her task. "I have another favor to ask of you, my dear. Kima's lover, Hitsugaya-taichou, he wants to take you away from me,"

Lamuerta whimpered and his smile grew. "He wants to kill me, too. You're not going to let him do that, are you, Lamuerta-san? So once you've killed Renji and Claudia, I want you to kill him, too,"

"Of course, Aizen-sama," Lamuerta murmured as he grasped her arms and pulled her up to him, settling her backward in his lap.

"Good," He grasped her chin with one hand and kissed her fiercely. "Now, let your one true God show you how he will reward your triumphs,"

"Yes, Aizen-sama," Lamuerta moaned as he pulled her back against him by her hips, then reached down and spread her legs until they stretched over his naked thighs. It opened her up to him almost completely. He made sure she dressed as provocatively as possible, and the short, white pleated skirt made it easy for him to take advantage of her. The white fabric of the halter that covered her chest and torso was thin, and as he cupped her breasts in his hands, he felt the way her nipples hardened under his palms. She moaned, leaning her head back against his shoulder, giving his mouth open access to her neck and shoulder.

Aizen grinned and hungrily bit into her neck, savoring the throaty moan that escaped her as he tongue danced over the flesh of her neck, while his hands stroked her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. Lamuerta moaned in pleasure as he pulled the fabric away and the warmth of his hands graced her flesh. She was his toy, his plaything, and he took great pleasure in watching the way her face contorted in pleasure as he teased her into arousal.

"How do you like your reward so far, Lamuerta-san? Do I make you feel good?"

"Y-yes, Aizen-sama! Please, please make me feel good!"

He chuckled and shifted her on his lap so that she was at an angle, and he lifted her left arm up and draped it behind his neck so he could take the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. She cried out in pleaser as his right hand squeezed her right breast, and his left hand snaked down her waist, teasing the flesh of her thighs. When she moaned and rocked her hips on his lap, he snaked that hand up her thigh, underneath the skirt, and stroked her teasingly through the thin fabric of her bloomers. The whimpered cry of pleasure made him grin, and he wiggled his fingers along the hem of the fabric until they touched the warm, rosy flesh underneath.

Aizen was extremely pleased with the way her body trembled and the way she moaned as he stroked his fingers over her, sliding them in and out of her slowly just to feel her vulnerable body trembling against him. He reveled in the feeling of a woman like Lamuerta quivering under his powerful hands, and as he stroked her into sexy oblivion, he got a sick satisfaction out of the idea of doing this to her in front of Hitsugaya. Maybe he'd wait to kill the white haired captain a little longer. Maybe wear him down, restrain him, force him to watch as Aizen mercilessly pounded into his precious Kima.

That thought alone got him off, so he lifted Lamuerta up, positioned her over him, then brought her down, hard. She screamed and shuddered, bending forward from the force of his sudden, upward thrust.

"A-Aizen-sama!"

"Yes?" He asked huskily as he gripped her waist and rocked her back on him. "Was there something you wanted to say, Lamuerta?"

She moaned, surely she'd wanted to respond, but another hard, upward thrust cut her off. Aizen bent forward on this throne and grasped her breasts roughly while he pumped into her, then bit the flesh at the back of her neck. She cried out and shuddered on his lap, his swift actions sending her over the edge faster than she could think, and much faster than he had anticipated. He usually liked to take it slow because he knew that, no matter how far down Kima might be within her own mind, she could still feel what was happening to her. Taking it slow meant lengthening the torture she would endure, but the thought of completely dominating her in front of Toshiro Hitsugaya made up for that.

"What do you think, Lamuerta?" He asked huskily as he reached up with his left hand and curled his fingers around her throat while she crested on him. "Would you like me to take you like this in front of Hitsugaya-taichou before I kill him? Would you?"

Lamuerta moaned as he stroked her with his right hand while still slowly thrusting into her.

"Yes, Aizen-sama! I would like that very much!" Lamuerta gasped as he brought his hand back up her body and slipped the slick fingers into her mouth.

"I think I would, too," Aizen moaned, closing his eyes as she lovingly sucked on his fingertips. A moment later, as she crested on him again, he lifted her up, turned her, and brought her back down hard into his lap.

"Aizen!" She gasped, cupping his face in her hands to kiss him while he rocked her hips on his lap. She was becoming more and more sensitive to the strokes he as making, and he moaned quietly when he felt her tightening on him.

"Are you ready for your reward, Lamuerta?" Aizen wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest, thrusting into her fast and hard before she had a chance to react.

"Oooh, yes, Aizen-sama!" Lamuerta cried and locked her arms around his shoulders. He grinned against the flesh of her neck and bit down, hard, leaving a dark mark on her flesh as he thrust up into her. She was close again, so sensitive to touch now that it would take no more than one upward thrust to set her over the edge again. So he enjoyed every throaty moan that escaped her, every warm gush of juices as she orgasmed on his cock again and again. He imagined the loud, nasty protests that he would hear from Hitsugaya in a few days when he repeated the action in front of the young captain, and felt himself reaching his release as Lamuerta shuddered over him one last time.

She cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure as she felt the warmth flooding inside of her. Even Aizen let out a loud, throaty, satisfied moan as he gave her one last thrust and filled her completely. That one action alone was the most pleasurable experience for him. He'd charmed this woman from the start, and with a stroke of his fingers, she did anything and everything he wanted her to. And it was because of what his fingers did to her. As long as he touched her, even just the slightest bit, she'd do anything for him.

And he took great pleasure in the feeling of letting loose inside of her, knowing that he owned her completely.

"Aizen-sama, thank you," She moaned into his shoulder, her voice husky and tired. "Thank you, Aizen-sama,"

"Thank me a few days from now when I repeat my actions in front of Hitsugaya. Just a few days now, Lamuerta, and the Soul Society will be destroyed,"