Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MrAZ 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 868 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 868 | Status: Completed
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Grimmjow left the hallways leading deep into the stronghold of Las Noches where Orihime and Rangiku were kept, stopping at an incinerator as he walked. The towel and the shinigami's uniform were dumped into it with a grin. The pink scarf though he kept, wrapping it about his hand before shoving it into a pocket of his hakama. He didn't want to feel like a fruit walking through Las Noches carrying a pink scarf. He didn't know what he'd do with it. Give it to the chick maybe, let her know they had one of her friends. Let her make what she would of that.
Maybe he'd end up chunking it too. He didn't know yet.
Turning down the hallway to lead into the area the Espada housed, Grimmjow stopped his lazy gait to take a moment to adjust himself in his hakama. As he did, he ignored the gasps and almost fangirly squeals of the nameless arrancar in the hallway before they skittered away. The Espada were like gods in this place, those servants of the palace seeing them was the closest they'd get to seeing Aizen again since he made them. It hyped up Noitra. Unsurprisingly.
Grimmjow for one couldn't care less though. Grimmjow forgot about their existence for the most part. Better they be the ones to see him adjusting his goods rather than it being Ulquiorra popping up with that, "I seeeeeee you" eye of his.
Yawning wide as he strolled through the long white hallways, Grimmjow shoved a hand in his pocket and thought back on his last hour spent. That shinigami sure was weird. What the hell had he been thinking anyway, going to see Ichimaru's whore? Weird that Ichimaru wasn't... Hrmph.
It was the most fun Grimmjow had had in a long while though. Fun that didn't end in lots of blood at least. Turning toward the stairs leading to his chamber, Grimmjow smirked and brought his hand up to swipe at his split lip. Well. Not a lot of blood at least.
A figure loomed at the top of the stairs the arrancar ascended. There was a glint and then the words, "Ikorose, Shinsou," an instant later. The blade cut the air effortlessly, making no sound except when it pierced through the shoulder of the Arrancar and struck the wall behind him. A cold laugh followed, and Gin's grin seemed to gleam in the shadows. "Oops."
Aqua eyes widened in surprise for a short moment before narrowing into slits as Grimmjow glowered up at his silent attacker. The muscles in his pierced shoulder jerked but he forced his arm still, shoving down the throbbing impulse to just jerk forward, damn the damage it would do to this shoulder, and get his hands around that scrawny neck. It was the same damn arm and shoulder that Tousen had attacked. If he raced up the stairs to rip Ichimaru's head off, he wasn't sure Aizen would issue an order to the chick to restore his arm again.
But oh if the white haired man were any closer... Grimmjow would just have to deal with the consequences.
Instead the arrancar stared down at his bleeding arm and the blade embedded in it almost boredly and then glanced up at the man. A sneer twisting his lips and deep in his tones. "Got a fuckin' problem, Ichimaru?"
With a flick of his wrist, Shinsou contracted, leaving a trail of blood up the stairs. Gin smirked and leaned against the wall as he sheathed his sword. "Someone's been playin' wi' mah toys. I dun like 'at. Not'a'tol."
The slow extraction of the shikai'ed zanpakuto burned as it pulled out of flesh but Grimmjow just grit his teeth, not giving the odd man the satisfaction of a scream or even a hiss. No one would ever hear him scream. He just grinned and popped his neck and pressed his hand against the wound and rolled his shoulder.
"You too? You an' Tousen both... Fuckin' voyeurs." Drawing away his bloodied hand he shrugged and brought his hand up to lick away some of the blood. "So? Ya think I care? I didn't do shit. Aizen-sama said we weren't ta kill her or release her. Beyond that it's open grounds."
"Kaname di'n't watch. Jus' me. An' ya did 'nough. Touchin' what's mine ain't a good thing ta be doin'. It's pretty, ah, stupid..." He smirked again and began his descent down the stairs. "It's yer only warnin'." Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, the smile fell away and replaced itself with a rare sneer of malice. "Keep yer unworthy paws offa her. You'll get 'er dirty."
Why Aizen trusted this man, and Tousen for that matter, Grimmjow would never know. Whatever. Not his prerogative. Nor did he really care. How fucking dare he talk down to him. How fuckin dare anyone. The only one who could and even that got a sneer, that was Aizen. And that was only because he insisted on having that throne so highly elevated it was nearly on the ceiling.
The sneer on Ichimaru's lips just made the arrancar seethe, but the fact that this confrontation was happening in the stairway, not in Aizen's central chamber, made him bolder. Coming up even with the man on the bottom of the stairway, he tipped his head, not a bit of his posture acknowledging the slight height difference between the two of them. "Ya think I'm scared'a ya?" His grin just widened dangerously. "Ya got another thin' comin'. And' she wanted it. Ya could say she came onta me."
"Dun matter if yer scared er not, an' it dun matter if she wanted it. She dun get what she wants." Lifting his hand, Gin poked the fresh hole in the arrancar's shoulder. "What mattahs is that she's mine."
"Ya think so, do ya?" The arrancar's hand moved in a flash, snatching the man's wrist before he could make more than brief contact with the torn and still bleeding flesh. The former captain might have a bit of height on him, but Grimmjow had raw physical power and muscle on him and he damn well knew it. His fingers grinded against the bony jut of Ichimaru's wrist before using the grip on the man's arm to shove him away from him. "I got better thin's ta do than listen ta you, Ichimaru."
Gin's grin was back as sinister as ever. He shrugged and went ahead down the corridor to bother Aizen. "Consider yerself warned, Grim-chan."
Just smirking back at the man, Grimmjow turned and tossed a wave over his shoulder, his fingers folding down to flip the man the bird. "Yea, yea, yea, consider yerself duly ignored." His pace was again lazy and as he headed down the hallways, away from the stairs and back the way he came, he rolled his shoulder. Kinda stung. Damn. It sucked being stabbed by someone whose head he couldn't rip off. And spit in the severed throat.
Heh. Fun stuff.
Anyway it would only hurt a bit longer. His hand brushed against the little bulge of the pink scarf in his pocket and he grinned. He had another prisoner to visit.
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"What the hell are you wearin', woman?"
His entrance wasn't graceful or with much fanfare, but Grimmjow didn't need any of that showy stuff. He was the first though to cross the threshold into her chambers in days, other than silent low-leveled arrancar that brought food and water to the shinigami.
Standing in front of the sliding shut door, Grimmjow kept one hand jammed in his pocket, his elbow crooked arrogantly, and just eyed the woman. "Ya look ridiculous."
Not even bothering to look away from the barred window, Rangiku shrugged. "Were you hoping to find me naked in here? So sorry to disappoint." She was both dismayed and relieved he had returned. She was starting to get lonely.
He rolled his perfectly healed shoulder and crossed all the way into the room to toss himself lazily into the large chair. Dropping his hand on his chest, he tipped his head back over the arm to look at the melancholy woman and snorted. "Seen it. Whatever. What are you doin'."
"Counting grains of sand if you must know." She sighed and turned away from the window. "But now I've lost my count. What is it you want, Grimmjow?"
"If ye'r gonna be mean again, I'm gonna leave." Shifting in the chair, he rummaged in the pleats of his hakama. Finding what he wanted, he held his hand up, a folded and sealed bit of parchment held loosely between two fingers. He flicked his wrist, wiggling the paper at the woman. "An' ya dun want that."
A brow quirked up curiously, however she didn't go to him. Instead she flung herself on the bed and rolled onto her belly, kicking her feet and twittering her toes boredly. "What is that?"
"What are you, dumb? What do ya think it is? A letter of my undying love an' devotion?" Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow dropped his arm and tucked the paper into his open vest. "It's a note for you. But ya don't want it."
She tilted her head and smirked. "What do I have to do to get it?"
"Nothin'. Not getting' it. I dun take bribes." Cracking open an eye, Grimmjow eyed the woman and quirked a grin. What she wanted she didn't get, huh? "I'll tell ya what it says though. 'Dear Rangiku-san, Blah blah something swirly girly handwriting i's dotted with hearts sap sap sap. Looooooove, Orihime'."
She was off the bed and on top of the arrancar in a flash. "Gimme!"
Grinning in victory, the sixth Espada yanked the letter out of his vest and held it up and out, his reach longer than hers. And he gripped it tightly, fingers poised to turn it to confetti if he didn't like her actions. "Ya gotta ask nice. I went outta my way here ta see if she could talk to ya."
Rangiku pouted and slumped in the man's lap. To hear from the girl who so many were risking their lives for was important to her. Orihime was also the only other person who really understood her. She wanted to know what the other girl had to say. She sighed and looked down unable to meet Grimmjow's cocky gaze. "Please, Grimmjow."
Bringing his arm back, Grimmjow patted softly on her head and then loosened his grip on the letter, just holding it between two fingers out to her. Folded in with the wax-sealed parchment was a blank sheet along with a quill, along with the mentioned letter. "Don't go thinkin' you two can plot out break out plans or somethin' to each other."
A genuine smile flashed before she realized just who she was smiling at and it turned into a little smirk. Taking the letter from his hands, she read it carefully. Her face softened with concern and relief. Quickly she went about replying to the girl when she realized, "Where's the ink?"
He drummed his fingers on his chest. "Damn. Guess I forgot somethin'. 'm just a creature though, can't be expected to remember stuff like that."
She sighed and folded up the parchment and quill. Shrugging lightly, her nose wrinkled a bit. "At least you brought me this, so... um... thank you."
"Was that so hard?" A soft smirk curved his frequently grinning lips. He found he liked hearing her say thank you more than expected. People really didn't say thank you to him when he did things. Did Aizen say thank you for hunting down annoying pests who oppose him? Nope. He got an arm lobbed off because Tousen was a fucked up and demented pacifist who liked to get violent for justice. Did Ulquiorra say thank you when he got Noitra to quit looming over him and being strange? Nope. He got a dead stare, and usually then earned himself Noitra's creepy attention for awhile. "Eh. Ye'r welcome. Whatever. Ch'."
His awkwardness made her smile, but she said nothing. So far he'd been rather nice despite his abrasive and cocky demeanor.
Rangiku chided herself mentally. Was she so desperate for company that even his would do? Probably. So far he was her only visitor, and she found herself not wanting to alienate herself from him for fear of being left completely alone.
She reached for the knot that kept her garment fastened and grimaced. "Don't suppose you brought clothes as well?"
Nudging her lightly, Grimmjow moved his arm to scratch at his stomach. Other than that, he didn't budge from his flomped out lounge on the chair, or try to move her from her straddle over him. "If ya keep bein' nice I can summon for some. Yer choice. Clothes or ink."
So he was going to make her choose? Bastard. She made a face at him as she adjusted herself yet again. "Clothes then, and I'll be extra nice if you could tell Orihime I'm glad she's safe."
Grinning, Grimmjow reached to poke his finger at her little petulant frown and then dropped his hand to hook his finger into the knot of her sarong. "Ya know I get ta decide what counts as extra nice."
Her hand came up and clasped his, keeping him from pulling her sheet down. Her eyes blazed angrily. She should have realized he'd come up with something demeaning. It had been foolish of her to think otherwise. This was an arrancar, someone who was used to getting his way and had the muscle to enforce his desire. Without any means of defending herself, she was at his complete mercy. "God, you're so... so... AARGH! What is it you want me to fucking do..."
Her hand on his wasn't much of a deterrence and he gave another tug to the knot. The sheet had been coming loose a bit on its own, and it hitched high on her thighs with how she was straddled over him. "All I want is a kiss. I ain't got blood on my lip today, maybe ya won't try to spit on me. Best not."
Rangiku sputtered in maidenly outrage as her hand tightened about the knot once more. "You're insane! Why would you want a kiss from me?" She turned away blushing at the idea of kissing him again. She hadn't thought about it much that afternoon, but now it was all she could think about, wondering what a mutual kiss with this man was rather than a stolen one. "And you call me demented."
"We gonna go over this every day, woman?" he said with a roll of his eyes, letting her tighten up the knot once more. Whatever. It may be covering her torso, but the tied up and twisted sheet didn't shield much of the feeling of her lower body straddled over his. He finally let go of the knot she was so protective of and skimmed his hand over her shoulder. Then stopped and moved his hand up to clasp her chin. Waitaminute. Was that a blush?
Grasping her chin, he turned her back to look at him. "Ya said yerself ye'r fucked up. And I want what I want. Dun matter why."
The blush only deepened when she met his gaze. Her eyes grew colder and angrier as a result. "Why do you want THAT though!? Isn't it against your, your CODE or something?"
"Ya ain't very good at this bein' extra nice thing, ya know." The angrier and redder she got, the wider his grin grew. His fingers stayed on her chin and he rubbed his thumb down her blushing cheek. "If we were out on the battle field, fuck yea. But here?" He shrugged softly. Code, schmode, not like he was professing undying fluffy crappy love. Whatever.
An attempt to pull her chin free failed and likely left a mark. He wasn't going to let it go was he. "This isn't exactly what I meant by extra nice, but if that's what you want." Rangiku leaned forward quickly and pressed a hard peck to his lips. "There. Happy?"
"..." Some of the mischievous glee faded from his eyes and he just regarded her flatly. "Tha fuck? Ya call that a kiss? What am I, yer kid?"
"You wanted something more than that?"
"Said I wanted a kiss."
"And you got one?"
He snorted. "That wasn't a kiss. That was a peck. That was somethin' ya give to a stranger." He nipped at her chin. "I saw ya fuck yerself. You were bitin' down on my hand when ya came. We're not strangers."
"Fine!" She blushed deep with memory as she puffed up a frustrated breath which tickled her bangs.
She took a moment to relax herself, before sliding her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his torso, before the rest of her came at him slowly. Her lips were moist and soft when they found his and rather than give him what he expected, something hard, wild and torrid, she gave him something softer.
She nibbled at first, and coaxed gently with her tongue before sliding into his mouth to find a mate. Slowly and deliberately, the blonde kissed him, until even she felt herself relax. This wasn't just a kiss, it lacked all the wild heat of revenge. She was fully intent on making out with him until he pushed her away.
Soft and almost sweet wasn't a thing that Grimmjow was accustomed to... There was nothing soft and tender about any part of life in Las Noches, in fact the only one familiar with anything like that was down these hallways locked in a room. A stranger to Las Noches. So the kiss took him a bit by surprise. He'd expected one like the one he'd forced upon her days ago, hot and angry, protesting by giving him what he wanted but intensely hating every second of it.
Not this... surrender and almost seduction.
Finally getting over his moment of surprise, Grimmjow coiled tendrils of her hair about his fingers as he grasped the back of her head, nipping at her lips and sucking at her mouth, lips and tongue, as if trying to consume the woman. Tender and slow and gentle just wouldn't do... It was too foreign.
Damn him. He changed the kiss on her. It was exactly what she hoped wouldn't happen. Kisses like this were ones she was used to getting, what she always got. They were normal. They stirred things. They made her hungry. Hungry like she was that afternoon in the bathtub.
Damn him.
She gave one groan of surrender before she kissed back with equal fire and fervor. It was no longer a gentle kiss but a fight for supremacy. A fight to claim ownership. A fight which she would likely lose in a few more minutes.
The rough edge of his hollow mask closest to his lips grated against her cheek as he kissed her more deeply. He could feel the softness of her face pressed against it, getting bruised by the hard jawbone, the pulse of her reiatsu hot and steady against his own. Hers, unrestrained because it wasn't a threat, right up against his.
Sucking at her lip, he squeezed her chin and tilted her head just so, not wanting the side of her face to be completely raw by the end of this. She'd just whine and complain to no end if that happened, to no fucking end, like the shinigami princess she seemed to think she was. Maybe if she pissed him off he'd tilt his head back how it had been. But right now, she was doing no such thing. Not when her hips were twitching down against his, shivers of failing restraint going through her entire form and the kiss getting hotter with each flick their tongues and gnash of teeth.
She wanted it to end before it went too far and she wanted it to continue so it would get that far. It was maddening how conflicted she felt, desire once again warring with common sense. How had she gotten to be such a wanton? It was disgusting and disappointing at the same time.
Yet she didn't stop the kiss. The longer it went on the more she wanted him. The loose hold shifted and her hands dug deep into his scalp, tugging and shifting him for every possible angle in their kiss. The sheet had fallen long ago, but Rangiku didn't waste time in rubbing her breasts against him until her nipples strained against the cloth and eventually against this man's hard muscled flesh.
The bite of her nails into his scalp cause a low growl to sound in Grimmjow's throat, but the very last thing it was, was displeasure. The bit of pain only fired him up more, his hand leaving her hair and fingers raking down her back to find the end of the sheet still draped about her hips. Taking hold of it, he yanked it away and tossed it to the floor, leaving her once again completely naked against his clothed self and this time far more responsive than she'd been the last time.
One hand trailed from his head and down the side of his face clawing lightly, until she reached his neck where she dug in deeper, and then his chest where she lightly pierced his skin. With the sheet gone, Rangiku wasted no time in pressing closer to him, lifting to a slight kneel so she could rub her hungry sex against his abdomen. The ridge of his hole she found intriguing and most curious as she rolled her lower body against it.
A low hiss was pulled from the arrancar with each drag of her nails and his body shuddered, thrusting against hers and grinding hard. He returned the light play of pain by pulling his own fingers down the length of her back, leaving dark pink trails along the unblemished skin, before he palmed the roundness of her ass and yanked her down harder against him. Giving a single hard smack to the curve of her ass, he grinned at her, and pulled his hand between her legs, fingers and thumb rubbing at her.
Her grin was equally playful and dark. Leaning forward, she growled against his lips before taking his lower one between her teeth and biting hard. She bit everywhere, chin, jaw, cheek, ear. Her body never ceasing its hungry rocking against his hand.
Shoving his jacket aside, she lowered her head to lick and suck his collar and shoulder. Her tongue was active, dragging across his flesh like a hungry kitten. She was a beast and she both wanted and needed the satisfaction only Grimmjow would let her have.
Well something got her all riled up and feisty and horny... Grimmjow wondered what that coulda been? Grinning, he slid his hand back from her pussy to deliver another slap to the curve of her ass. And was rewarded with a bite to his nipple and a grind of her hips. Growling deep in his throat he pushed his hand back between her legs and slapped his hand against the mound of flesh before plunging his fingers into her.
Hot and wet... Her entire body shuddered as he pushed his middle finger in deep and with little mercy. The core of her body pulsing with such heat and straddled over the hollowed out core of his own form. Reiatsu opposite and clashing, but the arousal exactly the same. Gripping her hip, he slid her down from her perch on the flat of his stomach and hooked his thumb into the top of his hakama, yanking the white material down. Fingers withdrew from her only to be replaced with the throbbing length of his erection without pause or hesitation.
Fucking yes.
Oh yes. Fuck, yes. He was bigger than she'd imagined that day in the bathroom and it was delicious.
It had been years since she last felt a cock between her legs and this one was definitely better than what she'd become accustomed to. Long, thick, and it throbbed against every inch of her insides.
Rough was one thing she was used to but the insistent thrusting was more than she could bear. The pain merged with her pleasure making her wild. She rode him hard, beyond caring about how much it hurt; she only wanted more and she made sure he knew it with every moan, cry and gasp, and even her pleading for his cock.
Grimmjow was never one to take a damn thing lying down so as the woman bucked atop him, he pushed himself up from his lazy sprawl on the chair. His hand jerked on her hip to pull her down against him as hips thrust and plunged hard and fast into her. His eyes swept over her long torso, the lithe leans and full curves, and finally fell on the thin chain that hung at her neck and between her breasts. That little silver chain, glinting in the light, the only thing she still wore.
Grinning, he wrapped the length of it about his hand and tugged on it, bringing it from between her breasts to grate it back and forth over a nipple. Rubbing it almost raw with the tiny links before he repeated the process with the other nipple. Done playing with that, he leaned his head down to nip at her collarbone and closed his teeth on the ring, the chain sliding through it as he raised his head to take the necklace off.
She was wild for everything he was doing to her. The chain against her nipples, maddening especially when she wanted his mouth on her. It came close, but instead the she felt the chain pull away. A moment of panic seized her at the loss of the chain, but at that moment Grimmjow pushed hard into her, hitting the very aroused core of her, and she forgot about it.
Instead of complaining about it, Rangiku palmed her breasts and tweaked each nipple between her fingers as her hips rolled and bounced astride him.
Leaning back and tipping his head, Grimmjow gave a final jerk of his head and the long chain came all the way off, swinging between the two to thump against his chest. His hand came up to take the ring from between his teeth and he tossed it carelessly to the side, somewhere on the thrown aside sheet. That was more like it, the woman stripped of everything save for raw heat and desire.
That hand then fell to her breast, greedy and pawing, palming the weight of the round flesh and squeezing it, his fingers pinching the taut little pink nipple. His other gripped harder at her hip, drawing her forward to his hips to deliver hard but shallow thrusts pistoning in and out of her. He grinned, just watching her body writhe and arch as he slammed into her reclined back body.
With his hands finally on her, she dropped hers and placed them on his knees. The shift gave her more leverage with which to fuck him and give him the visuals she hoped he would enjoy.
She met his sexy grin with one of her own as she bucked her hips back and forth. With the chain gone she felt freer. She could be herself and let go of all her inhibitions. Reaching out she caressed the smooth length of the appendage against his jaw. "Is this nice enough, Grimmjow? Or does he want more?"
A soft strained pant mingled with a soft grunt, so far the only hint of the exertion and limit the arrancar was reaching. "I'd say ye'r bein' pretty damn nice right now," the heavy pants not breaking his grin for long. Giving a final pinch to her nipple, he palmed his hand down, rubbing against the flat of her stomach and then the heel of his head against the swollen mound of her sex. All the while his hips jerked against her. "But how much more do ya think ya can give?"
In response to his challenge, she lunged at him, capturing his lips once more in a greedy demanding kiss. It was a hard ride she gave him as well. Her body tightening, hips bucking and thighs extending and relaxing as if this man were a wild mount. Her sweat soaked body rubbed against his.
Rangiku gave a bite to his lip, his tongue and a few more until she reached his ear and whispered huskily, "Fuck me raw," and before he could answer she was kissing him once more.
Had it been under different circumstances, she might have been delivered a smack upside the head or at the very least a sneer for telling him what to do in any form or fashion. But under these very particular circumstances, he could give her what she wanted. It was what he damn well wanted too. It was what she was going to get, regardless of what she'd answered.
The biting kisses were met with equal fervor and ferocity, his tongue invading her mouth like his dick did her body, relentless and untiring. One hand on her hip, guiding as he drove into her, his other stayed between her legs. Fucking might not have been an activity that was a daily occurrence with him, but he wasn't a complete dolt when it came to the female anatomy. There were plenty of female arrancar running the halls who would die to bed an Espada and were decent enough to pass some time with.
His thumb rubbed at her clit whenever his erection didn't graze it, purposely working her into a frenzy. And as he felt his control start to fray and thin, abruptly stopping. "Ask fer it..."
The jerk! Leaving her right on the edge of it all was downright cruel. She should have expected it though, and in her sexual delirium she had forgotten the cruelty of the man whose dick was throbbing deeply inside her.
She trembled with an ache so violent, it maddened her and robbed her of any remaining dignity. She clasped his head with her hands and tantalizingly and abusing every womanly trick she knew, from the sultry sway of her hip, the clenching and rippling of her sex, and the slow drag of her tongue against his lips as the tip flicked at his teeth. Rangiku smiled, an erotic tilted her lip, and whispered, "Please let me come... Master Grimmjow..."
Eh, so she had a few nice tricks up her sleeve. And so what if even he wasn't completely immune to them. Willing though his few fucks might have been, they were recently born to an arrancar life and prior to that, hollows. And hollows frankly didn't spend a lot of time indulging in the darker desires and lust. They didn't have the experience this woman had.
So it was little wonder he slammed himself fully into her, a deep primal growl sounding in his throat as he hit his final point. The sound of a shinigami call him 'master' stroking his ego and throwing him over the edge better than any stroke ever could. Even as he bit at her shoulder and climaxed deep in her, he honored her request and pressed his thumb against her once more as the hard planes of his chest grated against the sensitive tips of her breasts.
That did it. The combination of his obliterating thrust, the hard press to her clit and the jets of hot semen flooding into her, caused her own orgasm to find her hard and fast. One hand dug deep into his shoulder, piercing skin and the other clawed his cheek as it moved to the opposite shoulder to do the same.
This was, hands down, the best fuck she'd ever had and it had been at the hands of her enemy. Frankly she didn't care and quite honestly she wanted another.
The reverie he fell into following his orgasm was short and soon enough his breathing evened out but he didn't change positions. He still stayed embedded in her, the woman held close in a loose embrace with his chest pressed flat against hers. Well...
That certainly had been one hell of a kiss. That's what had started this. And during the course of it, he'd admitted that she was being quite nice. He couldn't argue that. and he couldn't go back on his promise.
Well he could. And what could she do about it? But nah. Not this time.
Not speaking a word yet to her, he lifted his hand from her hip and pressed his thumb and middle finger together, snapping them in a smooth motion. The echoing, hollow sound was accompanied by a quick flare of his reiatsu and he waited but a second before the door slid open, his summons answered.
"Jaggerjack-sama."
Dropping his hand, he draped his arm on her shoulder, his own body and arm blocking the view of the woman's naked body from the servant arrancar. He knew he didn't have to. Who would say anything if he gave her a bit of humiliation, letting whatever arrancar passed by see her sweat slicked flesh, body still flushed and aroused by an arrancar's touch? No one. But she'd been quite nice. Maybe if she did something to deserve that humiliation, more than just being a shinigami. He wasn't a bastard just for the sake of being a bastard.
...sometimes.
There was also that fact that he'd just fucked her. She was his now. And no other arrancar needed to be looking at his property.
"Retrieve clothes for our guest."
"Yes." And like that, his personal servant left as quietly as she'd come.
Maybe he'd end up chunking it too. He didn't know yet.
Turning down the hallway to lead into the area the Espada housed, Grimmjow stopped his lazy gait to take a moment to adjust himself in his hakama. As he did, he ignored the gasps and almost fangirly squeals of the nameless arrancar in the hallway before they skittered away. The Espada were like gods in this place, those servants of the palace seeing them was the closest they'd get to seeing Aizen again since he made them. It hyped up Noitra. Unsurprisingly.
Grimmjow for one couldn't care less though. Grimmjow forgot about their existence for the most part. Better they be the ones to see him adjusting his goods rather than it being Ulquiorra popping up with that, "I seeeeeee you" eye of his.
Yawning wide as he strolled through the long white hallways, Grimmjow shoved a hand in his pocket and thought back on his last hour spent. That shinigami sure was weird. What the hell had he been thinking anyway, going to see Ichimaru's whore? Weird that Ichimaru wasn't... Hrmph.
It was the most fun Grimmjow had had in a long while though. Fun that didn't end in lots of blood at least. Turning toward the stairs leading to his chamber, Grimmjow smirked and brought his hand up to swipe at his split lip. Well. Not a lot of blood at least.
A figure loomed at the top of the stairs the arrancar ascended. There was a glint and then the words, "Ikorose, Shinsou," an instant later. The blade cut the air effortlessly, making no sound except when it pierced through the shoulder of the Arrancar and struck the wall behind him. A cold laugh followed, and Gin's grin seemed to gleam in the shadows. "Oops."
Aqua eyes widened in surprise for a short moment before narrowing into slits as Grimmjow glowered up at his silent attacker. The muscles in his pierced shoulder jerked but he forced his arm still, shoving down the throbbing impulse to just jerk forward, damn the damage it would do to this shoulder, and get his hands around that scrawny neck. It was the same damn arm and shoulder that Tousen had attacked. If he raced up the stairs to rip Ichimaru's head off, he wasn't sure Aizen would issue an order to the chick to restore his arm again.
But oh if the white haired man were any closer... Grimmjow would just have to deal with the consequences.
Instead the arrancar stared down at his bleeding arm and the blade embedded in it almost boredly and then glanced up at the man. A sneer twisting his lips and deep in his tones. "Got a fuckin' problem, Ichimaru?"
With a flick of his wrist, Shinsou contracted, leaving a trail of blood up the stairs. Gin smirked and leaned against the wall as he sheathed his sword. "Someone's been playin' wi' mah toys. I dun like 'at. Not'a'tol."
The slow extraction of the shikai'ed zanpakuto burned as it pulled out of flesh but Grimmjow just grit his teeth, not giving the odd man the satisfaction of a scream or even a hiss. No one would ever hear him scream. He just grinned and popped his neck and pressed his hand against the wound and rolled his shoulder.
"You too? You an' Tousen both... Fuckin' voyeurs." Drawing away his bloodied hand he shrugged and brought his hand up to lick away some of the blood. "So? Ya think I care? I didn't do shit. Aizen-sama said we weren't ta kill her or release her. Beyond that it's open grounds."
"Kaname di'n't watch. Jus' me. An' ya did 'nough. Touchin' what's mine ain't a good thing ta be doin'. It's pretty, ah, stupid..." He smirked again and began his descent down the stairs. "It's yer only warnin'." Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, the smile fell away and replaced itself with a rare sneer of malice. "Keep yer unworthy paws offa her. You'll get 'er dirty."
Why Aizen trusted this man, and Tousen for that matter, Grimmjow would never know. Whatever. Not his prerogative. Nor did he really care. How fucking dare he talk down to him. How fuckin dare anyone. The only one who could and even that got a sneer, that was Aizen. And that was only because he insisted on having that throne so highly elevated it was nearly on the ceiling.
The sneer on Ichimaru's lips just made the arrancar seethe, but the fact that this confrontation was happening in the stairway, not in Aizen's central chamber, made him bolder. Coming up even with the man on the bottom of the stairway, he tipped his head, not a bit of his posture acknowledging the slight height difference between the two of them. "Ya think I'm scared'a ya?" His grin just widened dangerously. "Ya got another thin' comin'. And' she wanted it. Ya could say she came onta me."
"Dun matter if yer scared er not, an' it dun matter if she wanted it. She dun get what she wants." Lifting his hand, Gin poked the fresh hole in the arrancar's shoulder. "What mattahs is that she's mine."
"Ya think so, do ya?" The arrancar's hand moved in a flash, snatching the man's wrist before he could make more than brief contact with the torn and still bleeding flesh. The former captain might have a bit of height on him, but Grimmjow had raw physical power and muscle on him and he damn well knew it. His fingers grinded against the bony jut of Ichimaru's wrist before using the grip on the man's arm to shove him away from him. "I got better thin's ta do than listen ta you, Ichimaru."
Gin's grin was back as sinister as ever. He shrugged and went ahead down the corridor to bother Aizen. "Consider yerself warned, Grim-chan."
Just smirking back at the man, Grimmjow turned and tossed a wave over his shoulder, his fingers folding down to flip the man the bird. "Yea, yea, yea, consider yerself duly ignored." His pace was again lazy and as he headed down the hallways, away from the stairs and back the way he came, he rolled his shoulder. Kinda stung. Damn. It sucked being stabbed by someone whose head he couldn't rip off. And spit in the severed throat.
Heh. Fun stuff.
Anyway it would only hurt a bit longer. His hand brushed against the little bulge of the pink scarf in his pocket and he grinned. He had another prisoner to visit.
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"What the hell are you wearin', woman?"
His entrance wasn't graceful or with much fanfare, but Grimmjow didn't need any of that showy stuff. He was the first though to cross the threshold into her chambers in days, other than silent low-leveled arrancar that brought food and water to the shinigami.
Standing in front of the sliding shut door, Grimmjow kept one hand jammed in his pocket, his elbow crooked arrogantly, and just eyed the woman. "Ya look ridiculous."
Not even bothering to look away from the barred window, Rangiku shrugged. "Were you hoping to find me naked in here? So sorry to disappoint." She was both dismayed and relieved he had returned. She was starting to get lonely.
He rolled his perfectly healed shoulder and crossed all the way into the room to toss himself lazily into the large chair. Dropping his hand on his chest, he tipped his head back over the arm to look at the melancholy woman and snorted. "Seen it. Whatever. What are you doin'."
"Counting grains of sand if you must know." She sighed and turned away from the window. "But now I've lost my count. What is it you want, Grimmjow?"
"If ye'r gonna be mean again, I'm gonna leave." Shifting in the chair, he rummaged in the pleats of his hakama. Finding what he wanted, he held his hand up, a folded and sealed bit of parchment held loosely between two fingers. He flicked his wrist, wiggling the paper at the woman. "An' ya dun want that."
A brow quirked up curiously, however she didn't go to him. Instead she flung herself on the bed and rolled onto her belly, kicking her feet and twittering her toes boredly. "What is that?"
"What are you, dumb? What do ya think it is? A letter of my undying love an' devotion?" Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow dropped his arm and tucked the paper into his open vest. "It's a note for you. But ya don't want it."
She tilted her head and smirked. "What do I have to do to get it?"
"Nothin'. Not getting' it. I dun take bribes." Cracking open an eye, Grimmjow eyed the woman and quirked a grin. What she wanted she didn't get, huh? "I'll tell ya what it says though. 'Dear Rangiku-san, Blah blah something swirly girly handwriting i's dotted with hearts sap sap sap. Looooooove, Orihime'."
She was off the bed and on top of the arrancar in a flash. "Gimme!"
Grinning in victory, the sixth Espada yanked the letter out of his vest and held it up and out, his reach longer than hers. And he gripped it tightly, fingers poised to turn it to confetti if he didn't like her actions. "Ya gotta ask nice. I went outta my way here ta see if she could talk to ya."
Rangiku pouted and slumped in the man's lap. To hear from the girl who so many were risking their lives for was important to her. Orihime was also the only other person who really understood her. She wanted to know what the other girl had to say. She sighed and looked down unable to meet Grimmjow's cocky gaze. "Please, Grimmjow."
Bringing his arm back, Grimmjow patted softly on her head and then loosened his grip on the letter, just holding it between two fingers out to her. Folded in with the wax-sealed parchment was a blank sheet along with a quill, along with the mentioned letter. "Don't go thinkin' you two can plot out break out plans or somethin' to each other."
A genuine smile flashed before she realized just who she was smiling at and it turned into a little smirk. Taking the letter from his hands, she read it carefully. Her face softened with concern and relief. Quickly she went about replying to the girl when she realized, "Where's the ink?"
He drummed his fingers on his chest. "Damn. Guess I forgot somethin'. 'm just a creature though, can't be expected to remember stuff like that."
She sighed and folded up the parchment and quill. Shrugging lightly, her nose wrinkled a bit. "At least you brought me this, so... um... thank you."
"Was that so hard?" A soft smirk curved his frequently grinning lips. He found he liked hearing her say thank you more than expected. People really didn't say thank you to him when he did things. Did Aizen say thank you for hunting down annoying pests who oppose him? Nope. He got an arm lobbed off because Tousen was a fucked up and demented pacifist who liked to get violent for justice. Did Ulquiorra say thank you when he got Noitra to quit looming over him and being strange? Nope. He got a dead stare, and usually then earned himself Noitra's creepy attention for awhile. "Eh. Ye'r welcome. Whatever. Ch'."
His awkwardness made her smile, but she said nothing. So far he'd been rather nice despite his abrasive and cocky demeanor.
Rangiku chided herself mentally. Was she so desperate for company that even his would do? Probably. So far he was her only visitor, and she found herself not wanting to alienate herself from him for fear of being left completely alone.
She reached for the knot that kept her garment fastened and grimaced. "Don't suppose you brought clothes as well?"
Nudging her lightly, Grimmjow moved his arm to scratch at his stomach. Other than that, he didn't budge from his flomped out lounge on the chair, or try to move her from her straddle over him. "If ya keep bein' nice I can summon for some. Yer choice. Clothes or ink."
So he was going to make her choose? Bastard. She made a face at him as she adjusted herself yet again. "Clothes then, and I'll be extra nice if you could tell Orihime I'm glad she's safe."
Grinning, Grimmjow reached to poke his finger at her little petulant frown and then dropped his hand to hook his finger into the knot of her sarong. "Ya know I get ta decide what counts as extra nice."
Her hand came up and clasped his, keeping him from pulling her sheet down. Her eyes blazed angrily. She should have realized he'd come up with something demeaning. It had been foolish of her to think otherwise. This was an arrancar, someone who was used to getting his way and had the muscle to enforce his desire. Without any means of defending herself, she was at his complete mercy. "God, you're so... so... AARGH! What is it you want me to fucking do..."
Her hand on his wasn't much of a deterrence and he gave another tug to the knot. The sheet had been coming loose a bit on its own, and it hitched high on her thighs with how she was straddled over him. "All I want is a kiss. I ain't got blood on my lip today, maybe ya won't try to spit on me. Best not."
Rangiku sputtered in maidenly outrage as her hand tightened about the knot once more. "You're insane! Why would you want a kiss from me?" She turned away blushing at the idea of kissing him again. She hadn't thought about it much that afternoon, but now it was all she could think about, wondering what a mutual kiss with this man was rather than a stolen one. "And you call me demented."
"We gonna go over this every day, woman?" he said with a roll of his eyes, letting her tighten up the knot once more. Whatever. It may be covering her torso, but the tied up and twisted sheet didn't shield much of the feeling of her lower body straddled over his. He finally let go of the knot she was so protective of and skimmed his hand over her shoulder. Then stopped and moved his hand up to clasp her chin. Waitaminute. Was that a blush?
Grasping her chin, he turned her back to look at him. "Ya said yerself ye'r fucked up. And I want what I want. Dun matter why."
The blush only deepened when she met his gaze. Her eyes grew colder and angrier as a result. "Why do you want THAT though!? Isn't it against your, your CODE or something?"
"Ya ain't very good at this bein' extra nice thing, ya know." The angrier and redder she got, the wider his grin grew. His fingers stayed on her chin and he rubbed his thumb down her blushing cheek. "If we were out on the battle field, fuck yea. But here?" He shrugged softly. Code, schmode, not like he was professing undying fluffy crappy love. Whatever.
An attempt to pull her chin free failed and likely left a mark. He wasn't going to let it go was he. "This isn't exactly what I meant by extra nice, but if that's what you want." Rangiku leaned forward quickly and pressed a hard peck to his lips. "There. Happy?"
"..." Some of the mischievous glee faded from his eyes and he just regarded her flatly. "Tha fuck? Ya call that a kiss? What am I, yer kid?"
"You wanted something more than that?"
"Said I wanted a kiss."
"And you got one?"
He snorted. "That wasn't a kiss. That was a peck. That was somethin' ya give to a stranger." He nipped at her chin. "I saw ya fuck yerself. You were bitin' down on my hand when ya came. We're not strangers."
"Fine!" She blushed deep with memory as she puffed up a frustrated breath which tickled her bangs.
She took a moment to relax herself, before sliding her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his torso, before the rest of her came at him slowly. Her lips were moist and soft when they found his and rather than give him what he expected, something hard, wild and torrid, she gave him something softer.
She nibbled at first, and coaxed gently with her tongue before sliding into his mouth to find a mate. Slowly and deliberately, the blonde kissed him, until even she felt herself relax. This wasn't just a kiss, it lacked all the wild heat of revenge. She was fully intent on making out with him until he pushed her away.
Soft and almost sweet wasn't a thing that Grimmjow was accustomed to... There was nothing soft and tender about any part of life in Las Noches, in fact the only one familiar with anything like that was down these hallways locked in a room. A stranger to Las Noches. So the kiss took him a bit by surprise. He'd expected one like the one he'd forced upon her days ago, hot and angry, protesting by giving him what he wanted but intensely hating every second of it.
Not this... surrender and almost seduction.
Finally getting over his moment of surprise, Grimmjow coiled tendrils of her hair about his fingers as he grasped the back of her head, nipping at her lips and sucking at her mouth, lips and tongue, as if trying to consume the woman. Tender and slow and gentle just wouldn't do... It was too foreign.
Damn him. He changed the kiss on her. It was exactly what she hoped wouldn't happen. Kisses like this were ones she was used to getting, what she always got. They were normal. They stirred things. They made her hungry. Hungry like she was that afternoon in the bathtub.
Damn him.
She gave one groan of surrender before she kissed back with equal fire and fervor. It was no longer a gentle kiss but a fight for supremacy. A fight to claim ownership. A fight which she would likely lose in a few more minutes.
The rough edge of his hollow mask closest to his lips grated against her cheek as he kissed her more deeply. He could feel the softness of her face pressed against it, getting bruised by the hard jawbone, the pulse of her reiatsu hot and steady against his own. Hers, unrestrained because it wasn't a threat, right up against his.
Sucking at her lip, he squeezed her chin and tilted her head just so, not wanting the side of her face to be completely raw by the end of this. She'd just whine and complain to no end if that happened, to no fucking end, like the shinigami princess she seemed to think she was. Maybe if she pissed him off he'd tilt his head back how it had been. But right now, she was doing no such thing. Not when her hips were twitching down against his, shivers of failing restraint going through her entire form and the kiss getting hotter with each flick their tongues and gnash of teeth.
She wanted it to end before it went too far and she wanted it to continue so it would get that far. It was maddening how conflicted she felt, desire once again warring with common sense. How had she gotten to be such a wanton? It was disgusting and disappointing at the same time.
Yet she didn't stop the kiss. The longer it went on the more she wanted him. The loose hold shifted and her hands dug deep into his scalp, tugging and shifting him for every possible angle in their kiss. The sheet had fallen long ago, but Rangiku didn't waste time in rubbing her breasts against him until her nipples strained against the cloth and eventually against this man's hard muscled flesh.
The bite of her nails into his scalp cause a low growl to sound in Grimmjow's throat, but the very last thing it was, was displeasure. The bit of pain only fired him up more, his hand leaving her hair and fingers raking down her back to find the end of the sheet still draped about her hips. Taking hold of it, he yanked it away and tossed it to the floor, leaving her once again completely naked against his clothed self and this time far more responsive than she'd been the last time.
One hand trailed from his head and down the side of his face clawing lightly, until she reached his neck where she dug in deeper, and then his chest where she lightly pierced his skin. With the sheet gone, Rangiku wasted no time in pressing closer to him, lifting to a slight kneel so she could rub her hungry sex against his abdomen. The ridge of his hole she found intriguing and most curious as she rolled her lower body against it.
A low hiss was pulled from the arrancar with each drag of her nails and his body shuddered, thrusting against hers and grinding hard. He returned the light play of pain by pulling his own fingers down the length of her back, leaving dark pink trails along the unblemished skin, before he palmed the roundness of her ass and yanked her down harder against him. Giving a single hard smack to the curve of her ass, he grinned at her, and pulled his hand between her legs, fingers and thumb rubbing at her.
Her grin was equally playful and dark. Leaning forward, she growled against his lips before taking his lower one between her teeth and biting hard. She bit everywhere, chin, jaw, cheek, ear. Her body never ceasing its hungry rocking against his hand.
Shoving his jacket aside, she lowered her head to lick and suck his collar and shoulder. Her tongue was active, dragging across his flesh like a hungry kitten. She was a beast and she both wanted and needed the satisfaction only Grimmjow would let her have.
Well something got her all riled up and feisty and horny... Grimmjow wondered what that coulda been? Grinning, he slid his hand back from her pussy to deliver another slap to the curve of her ass. And was rewarded with a bite to his nipple and a grind of her hips. Growling deep in his throat he pushed his hand back between her legs and slapped his hand against the mound of flesh before plunging his fingers into her.
Hot and wet... Her entire body shuddered as he pushed his middle finger in deep and with little mercy. The core of her body pulsing with such heat and straddled over the hollowed out core of his own form. Reiatsu opposite and clashing, but the arousal exactly the same. Gripping her hip, he slid her down from her perch on the flat of his stomach and hooked his thumb into the top of his hakama, yanking the white material down. Fingers withdrew from her only to be replaced with the throbbing length of his erection without pause or hesitation.
Fucking yes.
Oh yes. Fuck, yes. He was bigger than she'd imagined that day in the bathroom and it was delicious.
It had been years since she last felt a cock between her legs and this one was definitely better than what she'd become accustomed to. Long, thick, and it throbbed against every inch of her insides.
Rough was one thing she was used to but the insistent thrusting was more than she could bear. The pain merged with her pleasure making her wild. She rode him hard, beyond caring about how much it hurt; she only wanted more and she made sure he knew it with every moan, cry and gasp, and even her pleading for his cock.
Grimmjow was never one to take a damn thing lying down so as the woman bucked atop him, he pushed himself up from his lazy sprawl on the chair. His hand jerked on her hip to pull her down against him as hips thrust and plunged hard and fast into her. His eyes swept over her long torso, the lithe leans and full curves, and finally fell on the thin chain that hung at her neck and between her breasts. That little silver chain, glinting in the light, the only thing she still wore.
Grinning, he wrapped the length of it about his hand and tugged on it, bringing it from between her breasts to grate it back and forth over a nipple. Rubbing it almost raw with the tiny links before he repeated the process with the other nipple. Done playing with that, he leaned his head down to nip at her collarbone and closed his teeth on the ring, the chain sliding through it as he raised his head to take the necklace off.
She was wild for everything he was doing to her. The chain against her nipples, maddening especially when she wanted his mouth on her. It came close, but instead the she felt the chain pull away. A moment of panic seized her at the loss of the chain, but at that moment Grimmjow pushed hard into her, hitting the very aroused core of her, and she forgot about it.
Instead of complaining about it, Rangiku palmed her breasts and tweaked each nipple between her fingers as her hips rolled and bounced astride him.
Leaning back and tipping his head, Grimmjow gave a final jerk of his head and the long chain came all the way off, swinging between the two to thump against his chest. His hand came up to take the ring from between his teeth and he tossed it carelessly to the side, somewhere on the thrown aside sheet. That was more like it, the woman stripped of everything save for raw heat and desire.
That hand then fell to her breast, greedy and pawing, palming the weight of the round flesh and squeezing it, his fingers pinching the taut little pink nipple. His other gripped harder at her hip, drawing her forward to his hips to deliver hard but shallow thrusts pistoning in and out of her. He grinned, just watching her body writhe and arch as he slammed into her reclined back body.
With his hands finally on her, she dropped hers and placed them on his knees. The shift gave her more leverage with which to fuck him and give him the visuals she hoped he would enjoy.
She met his sexy grin with one of her own as she bucked her hips back and forth. With the chain gone she felt freer. She could be herself and let go of all her inhibitions. Reaching out she caressed the smooth length of the appendage against his jaw. "Is this nice enough, Grimmjow? Or does he want more?"
A soft strained pant mingled with a soft grunt, so far the only hint of the exertion and limit the arrancar was reaching. "I'd say ye'r bein' pretty damn nice right now," the heavy pants not breaking his grin for long. Giving a final pinch to her nipple, he palmed his hand down, rubbing against the flat of her stomach and then the heel of his head against the swollen mound of her sex. All the while his hips jerked against her. "But how much more do ya think ya can give?"
In response to his challenge, she lunged at him, capturing his lips once more in a greedy demanding kiss. It was a hard ride she gave him as well. Her body tightening, hips bucking and thighs extending and relaxing as if this man were a wild mount. Her sweat soaked body rubbed against his.
Rangiku gave a bite to his lip, his tongue and a few more until she reached his ear and whispered huskily, "Fuck me raw," and before he could answer she was kissing him once more.
Had it been under different circumstances, she might have been delivered a smack upside the head or at the very least a sneer for telling him what to do in any form or fashion. But under these very particular circumstances, he could give her what she wanted. It was what he damn well wanted too. It was what she was going to get, regardless of what she'd answered.
The biting kisses were met with equal fervor and ferocity, his tongue invading her mouth like his dick did her body, relentless and untiring. One hand on her hip, guiding as he drove into her, his other stayed between her legs. Fucking might not have been an activity that was a daily occurrence with him, but he wasn't a complete dolt when it came to the female anatomy. There were plenty of female arrancar running the halls who would die to bed an Espada and were decent enough to pass some time with.
His thumb rubbed at her clit whenever his erection didn't graze it, purposely working her into a frenzy. And as he felt his control start to fray and thin, abruptly stopping. "Ask fer it..."
The jerk! Leaving her right on the edge of it all was downright cruel. She should have expected it though, and in her sexual delirium she had forgotten the cruelty of the man whose dick was throbbing deeply inside her.
She trembled with an ache so violent, it maddened her and robbed her of any remaining dignity. She clasped his head with her hands and tantalizingly and abusing every womanly trick she knew, from the sultry sway of her hip, the clenching and rippling of her sex, and the slow drag of her tongue against his lips as the tip flicked at his teeth. Rangiku smiled, an erotic tilted her lip, and whispered, "Please let me come... Master Grimmjow..."
Eh, so she had a few nice tricks up her sleeve. And so what if even he wasn't completely immune to them. Willing though his few fucks might have been, they were recently born to an arrancar life and prior to that, hollows. And hollows frankly didn't spend a lot of time indulging in the darker desires and lust. They didn't have the experience this woman had.
So it was little wonder he slammed himself fully into her, a deep primal growl sounding in his throat as he hit his final point. The sound of a shinigami call him 'master' stroking his ego and throwing him over the edge better than any stroke ever could. Even as he bit at her shoulder and climaxed deep in her, he honored her request and pressed his thumb against her once more as the hard planes of his chest grated against the sensitive tips of her breasts.
That did it. The combination of his obliterating thrust, the hard press to her clit and the jets of hot semen flooding into her, caused her own orgasm to find her hard and fast. One hand dug deep into his shoulder, piercing skin and the other clawed his cheek as it moved to the opposite shoulder to do the same.
This was, hands down, the best fuck she'd ever had and it had been at the hands of her enemy. Frankly she didn't care and quite honestly she wanted another.
The reverie he fell into following his orgasm was short and soon enough his breathing evened out but he didn't change positions. He still stayed embedded in her, the woman held close in a loose embrace with his chest pressed flat against hers. Well...
That certainly had been one hell of a kiss. That's what had started this. And during the course of it, he'd admitted that she was being quite nice. He couldn't argue that. and he couldn't go back on his promise.
Well he could. And what could she do about it? But nah. Not this time.
Not speaking a word yet to her, he lifted his hand from her hip and pressed his thumb and middle finger together, snapping them in a smooth motion. The echoing, hollow sound was accompanied by a quick flare of his reiatsu and he waited but a second before the door slid open, his summons answered.
"Jaggerjack-sama."
Dropping his hand, he draped his arm on her shoulder, his own body and arm blocking the view of the woman's naked body from the servant arrancar. He knew he didn't have to. Who would say anything if he gave her a bit of humiliation, letting whatever arrancar passed by see her sweat slicked flesh, body still flushed and aroused by an arrancar's touch? No one. But she'd been quite nice. Maybe if she did something to deserve that humiliation, more than just being a shinigami. He wasn't a bastard just for the sake of being a bastard.
...sometimes.
There was also that fact that he'd just fucked her. She was his now. And no other arrancar needed to be looking at his property.
"Retrieve clothes for our guest."
"Yes." And like that, his personal servant left as quietly as she'd come.