Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 3
[ 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: 4 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 807 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 807 | Status: Completed
Top of Form
Bottom of Form
Now that her orgasm was fading and the quick arrival and departure of the other arrancar, Rangiku felt her senses return to her and with that an awareness of what had just transpired.
If that hadn't been enough the pain between her legs was a clear enough indication that she'd just had sex with this man.
Correction, phenomenal sex.
She couldn't help but smirk. Laughing softly, she shook her head. "I came here to be Gin's fuck toy and ended up becoming yours." Shrugging lightly she looked about the corners of the room. "Don't suppose he watched us do you?"
A cocky grin just split the arrancar's lips and he rolled a shoulder in a shrug. He knew almost without a single doubt that Ichimaru had been watching. He in fact hoped he had been. It wouldn't be as fun if Ichimaru wasn't going to play along. "If he was watchin', I'm sure ta find out pretty damn soon. He watched tha last time I saw ya. Fuckin' voyeur."
That made her blink. She straightened and looked at him. "He did? What did he do to you? I--" She stopped and cursed at herself. She didn't want to be concerned about him. She shouldn't be, but admittedly she was. It was completely unfair how possessive Gin was with her. He neglected her totally yet when someone showed her any interest there was hell to pay.
Well the fact that he's seen them the other day and Grimmjow was still here told her one thing. "Never mind. You're here now and we just had sex, so I'm guessing he didn't do a thing."
Hm... Let her believe that, or not? He wasn't very proud of the fact that Ichimaru had been able to catch him unaware and graze him with his zanpakuto. Let alone actually stab him with that dinky thing. Grimmjow was hardly oblivious when it came to others' reiatsu. In the living world he'd been able to find that orange haired brat no problem. As well as single out every single living soul with even the slightest bit of reiatsu. But Ichimaru could lurk around this castle completely undetected.
It was freaky.
In the end Grimmjow shrugged softly. Games he might sometimes play, but he was relatively straightforward. He didn't play coy or dance around facts. Leave that type of shit to Noitra. "Nah he did. He tried. He forgot that I dun listen to him though. Aizen-sama's lieutenant he might be, but that means shit to me. He ain't my lord and master, never will be."
Her eyes scanned his body for any evidence of Gin's abuse. She found nothing and then it hit her. The letter. "That's why you went to see her..."
"Huh?" Oh so the shinigami could put two and two together. Not a surprise. He rolled his left shoulder, glancing down at it. "Yea. Shinsou kinda stings."
Without thinking she leaned forward and kissed the previously wounded shoulder. She came up just as quickly blushing and looking away. "Forget I did that."
His brow just quirked softly but anything he'd been about to say was interrupted as the door opened once more. He glanced over, seeing the slight figure bowing in the doorway and placing a bundle of pristine white clothing down.
"My apologies for the delay, Jaggerjack-sama."
"Yea, yea. Dismissed," he said jerked his head over to the garments once the door closed and he sensed it seal shut. "Yer clothes."
Her brow quirked in amusement. Stretching her arms above her head, she let them fold and drape atop them. He was still inside her and she was still naked. She smirked. "Do I need them yet, Grimmjow?"
"Ye'r a glutton for punishment, ya know that?" he said, sweeping his gaze over her and centering his eyes on her swollen sex, still stretched from him pressed into her, and the mess of fluids staining the crotch of his hakama he'd just shoved off to the side.
"Glutton yes, but not for punishment. I've been taught to crave the cock by the most sadistic of men. It's only natural I want more." The roll of her shoulders in a lazy shrug made her breasts sway most interestingly. Lowering her arms onto the sides of the chair, she went through the motions of lifting herself up. "But if you don't wanna, I suppose I don't have a choice."
The bounce of her breasts was a most interesting thing to watch but Grimmjow found himself interested in something besides the bounce of her breasts. Like the very strange dynamic between her and Ichimaru. And maybe fucking her again. Yea, definitely that too. It could wait a moment though. It would happen when it was back on his terms, not her goading him into it. He didn't make a move to stop her from lifting herself up off of his length. "Most sadistic of men, huh? That'd gotta be Ichimaru."
A soft hiss fell from her lips as she pulled from him. Her gaze moved to his flaccid length. Damn no wonder it hurt like a bitch. Even limp that thing was impressive. Grimmjow's words brought her out of her appreciation for his cock. She smirked. "Don't tell me you want the kinky details of my sex life with Gin."
He scowled, a shudder moving through him at the words sex life and Gin put together. "Nah. Not even close. I dun wanna think about that prick naked and fuckin'. I more wanna know why he ain't comin' ta see ya. I was startin' ta think there's something wrong with ya..." The scowl faded away and he smirked, sweeping an appreciative gaze over her. "But there ain't nothin' wrong with ya in that department."
She flashed him a sultry grin but said nothing to his compliment. "I hate him. That's why. He won't let me go though. He won't let anyone else have me. Since he still does, at least I think he does, or I wouldn't be here. In his warped mind, if he leaves me alone long enough, I'll be happy enough to see him." Rangiku sighed. "I'm not really happy though. I'm just horny and he knows it. That's the only way he can get me to fuck him. Deny it long enough and I'll be begging for it with only a touch."
"Well ain't I just fuckin' his plans all to shit," Grimmjow said with a grin, dropping his elbow on the arm of the chair and curling his fingers to let his chin rest on his hand.
She laughed. "You are and doing a bang up job of it."
"What can I say, I dun like Ichimaru. Or Tousen much for that matter." He shrugged softly. Actually it was the other way around, or had been for awhile. But Ichimaru moved to Tousen's level of dislike the second he drew his zanpakuto on him.
Leaning in with the grin still present on her lips, Rangiku licked his nose. "That makes two of us."
"Ya know ye'r almost a'right, fer a shinigami."
"And you ain't half bad for an arrancar."
He just smirked softly before shifting from his almost thoughtful pose. Hands went about her waist, shifting her off of his lap so that he could stand. He didn't let her stay on her feet too long though. His arm went about her waist, hoisting her up over his shoulder with little effort. All curves and softness, she weighed about the same of his zanpakuto. He could throw the woman clear across the room without even straining a muscle. Instead he just made straight for the bed. "Ye'r also gettin' fucked again."
Rangiku screeched with indignation at being hoisted up like a sack of grain. However at the same time she thrilled at his strength. No one had ever managed to pick her up like this. It was incredibly arousing.
Rather than purr and writhe against him as she was tempted to do, Rangiku beat on his back and tried to get herself thrown off him. "Lemme down you brute! I'm not a sack of rice!"
"Yea I know. That'd weigh a lot more'an you do." Not even halted by her fists beating at his back and fingers clawing at his flesh-- so long as she didn't try to claw off his seis, he wasn't about to lose that again-- he finally let her down by tossing her to the bed to land with a bounce. Staying standing and watching her land, his lips quirked into a sexy grin and he stripped off his wrinkled and stained uniform.
Her eyes roamed hungrily over his body, lingering on his groin. Her tongue dragged itself unconsciously over her lips. The urge to taste it was overwhelming but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of offering one, but if he asked, who was she to deny him.
Shifting to sprawl on the large bed, she moved to the center of it and sat with her legs spread invitingly, displaying her brutalized sex to the arrancar.
He certainly was making a mess of her room. Like he cared. He'd summon someone to clean it up a bit, later.
Dropping his vest and hakama to the floor he moved onto the bed and crawled across the length of it closer to her. A prowling predatory nature to every single of his moves. Hovering over her and pulling himself more over her, he dragged his tongue up her body, starting at the jut of her ankle and up. The edge of his mask grating along her skin, and the lick stopping just at the top of her thigh, his breath hot on her slicked and red pussy.
As she had before, the moment his tongue connected with her flesh, she lost all sense that this man was her enemy. With the things he did to her body and the height of her arousal, she simply didn't care.
Rangiku fell back to recline on her elbows as she watched the arrancar tease her flesh. Even the feel of that chilly mask was starting to feel good. The sharp curve of it by his mouth made her wonder how it would feel against her clitoris.
His teeth nibbled at her inner thigh, head not straying far from between her legs but not moving any further up. She'd have to beg for it.... Even if she did look good. And smell good. And was making him ravenously hungry. He might have been more refined due to the hougyoku, but if the gaping hole in his torso was an indication. He was part hollow. And hollow instincts were starting to drive him to consuming her whole, any way he could.
Too hot. It was way too hot right now. She was all gasps and moans. Squirming, she parted her thighs further and slid her hand between her legs. She didn't finger herself but rather she put herself further on show for the arrancar. He hadn't had a good look at her through the rippling water the other day, but now was a different story.
The little show she put on for him, fingers running over her pussy and parting the folded flesh, made the arrancar lick his lips. She was all sticky and swollen, the evidence of their earlier round still apparent. Sliding his hands up her legs, he cupped the backs of her thighs and spread her legs apart wider to put his face completely between them. His tongue slid into her briefly, just for a taste and a tease, and he went back to just nibbling on her thigh.
That little tease was enough to wither her resolve. Biting her lip against a frustrated groan, she took a moment to collect herself before looking down at the man with a sweet smile and a gleam to her eye which promised untold rewards. "Suck my pussy... please... Grimmjow."
See now was it so hard to ask nicely? More people need to ask things nicely of him. They might be surprised what they'd get. Of course most shinigami would still get his blade slammed into them, not his tongue, but ya know, it was the effort. This one was being very quick to learn her place, and the proper respect to pay an Espada, and would be rewarded for it. With a final quirked smile, his tongue slid into her once more and he pressed in tight between her legs, the cold hardness of his masked pressed against her inner thigh and the edge of it against her mound.
Tossing her head back with a throaty growl, Rangiku bucked and squirmed her hips closer to that vicious mouth. Her earlier ponderings on the affect of his mask on her flesh was confirmed to be the most erotic sensation she'd ever had the pleasure of feeling. If that wasn't enough his lengthy tongue flicked and grazed along areas she'd only ever been able to manage with her fingers. Now with his tongue there and tormenting her, she was wild for more.
Balancing her self on the one hand behind her, the other dropped to Grimmjow's head and curled tightly in his hair. She tugged him this way and that, pulling his aqua tresses demandingly. Though she demanded much, she never forgot her 'please' and she always showed her appreciation for her treatment.
The sharp tugs were met with a low growl, but weren't minded as much as they could have been by someone in Grimmjow's position. Frankly, this wasn't something he did all that often. But that didn't mean he should be bad at it. He was one of Aizen's Espada, he should be good at whatever he chose to do. Even if one thing he chose to do was eat out a shinigami. It was her willingness, the way she'd spread her legs for him. And his own core nature, the darkness of a hollow seeing a shinigami before itself, that made him feast on her.
Noting the way she thrashed each time his teeth or tongue grazed her clit, he slid his tongue from her and flicked it over the nub, before closing his mouth over it to just suck hard at it. Rolling a shoulder, he used his hold on her thigh to toss that leg over his shoulder and then released the curvy limb to reach up, palming a breast possessively.
Her gasps and moans filled the room in a staccato of the arrancar's name. Even as she writhed whorishly against his mouth, she begged for more. Her breast strained to his touch and his cruel twisting and pinching of her nipple was a most welcome torture. Rangiku needed to come, but Grimmjow always seemed to hold it just out of her reach. She knew instinctively she would not be allowed to unless he let her.
Deep aqua eyes opened and his head tilted just so, his gaze resting hotly on the woman's face as she writhed and moaned and bucked under his mouth. She was begging with every single strained gasp and jerk of her hips. But not yet with her words fully. She should know better. She'd learn. Grimmjow wanted to hear it, know she surrendered herself to him completely, in action and word.
"Grimm...jow... please... god... please..."
"Please what?"
It had been difficult to get those four words out and now he wanted more!? Bastard. He made it even more difficult now that he had gotten what he wanted. She wanted to scream with frustration but that would require effort which she could use to get her desire across to him. "Wanna... come."
There's a good girl. The inevitable voiced pleas made the arrancar grin and he gave a squeeze to the back of her leg before sliding his hand to join his mouth between her legs. The thought to just stop his actions and slam his erection into her and eventually get her off that way ran trough his mind but he dismissed it, for now. She'd earned her instant gratification. Two fingers slid into her slicked channel, pumping hard into her as his mouth sucked again at her clit, his tongue rolling over it to give her what she wanted and begged for.
The orgasm came hard and fast and had Rangiku roaring at the top of her lungs. Her hips bucked, her hand tightened in his hair and even her knees tried to come together from the force of it as if her body tried to collapse in on itself from the sheer intensity of her climax.
His lips stayed on her even as she bucked and thrashed, legs coming together and pressing against his ears as her entire body clenched up. Only when her body went rigid with a final shudder did he finally draw his head up. Kneeling between her legs, he looked over her trembling body and smirked softly, lazily lifting his hand to wipe some of the fluids from his lips and chin with a knuckle.
Eyeing his smirking face, she shook her head. "Fuck you, ya bastard." Her words held no malice or hate, just further desire. Soon she was smiling too as her knees came together and her body shifted on the bed so she was on her hands and knees before him. Without waiting further action, prompting or command, she grabbed his cock in hand and stretched her lips over the dripping tip.
He hadn't expected that. He'd expected her to spread her legs for him again, but this... A low hiss made him grit his teeth and he dropped a hand back to the bed behind him. He balanced his weight on the hand as he leaned back, thrusting his hips against her lips. Fingers gripping into the sheet, his other hand dropped into her hair, his long fingers getting lost in the golden strands. "Ya fuckin' liked it."
She pulled back with a noisy slurp. "So what if I did." Her tongue moved slowly over the tip as her gaze locked with his. The circle of her hand tightened slightly as she pumped the slick surface. Once more she put her mouth to it and sucked him. She applied gentle suction at first and then harder as she began to pump his cock in earnest.
"Jus' sayin'," the arrancar murmured with a low groan before falling relatively silent. Grimmjow was a loud, abrasive arrancar, never giving all that he knew a moment's peace, but there were even some cases when he chose not to mouth off. Not many cases, but some. There just wasn't much to say right now. Nothing except a growled demand for more.
And more she gave him, happily so. It wasn't that she thrilled in giving head, but there was something about pulling this man under her thrall for a bit. This arrancar who had brought her to such effortless and dizzying heights, was about to get his due. The challenge of servicing such a large organ was also there. However it also helped that the taste of him was the most unique and addicting flavor ever.
Gods but she could suck a cock. What her mouth couldn't cover, her fingers did, stroking and twisting. The feel of her tongue on him made him want that hot little hungry mouth everywhere, but with how good it felt, he was glad to have it where it was. He supposed he had Ichimaru to thank for some of her talents. Not like he was about to thank him for a damn thing.
No... On second thought. He just might, for this. Just to see the look on that smug face.
She could feel it throbbing and twitching against her lip. Locking her gaze to his, she smirked as best as she could and adjusted his cock slightly. With that bit of movement, Rangiku moved slowly down the length of his cock. Her throat widened around the thick head, but she pushed past it and angled her head until her lips circled the full base of his cock. Her hand was freed to do as it please and the moment she pressed his balls up, and pressed her middle finger into the tight ring of his ass, she felt the hot torrid streams of come ride down her throat.
Aqua eyes widened a bit in shock at the motion of her finger but there was absolutely no room for complaint as his pleasure overwhelmed him and he exploded in her mouth. His fingers clenched in her hair almost painfully as the spurts of semen flooded her mouth, his hand keeping her pressed against his groin. The final shudders moved through him and he finally relaxed his hand, letting it fall from her hair. Panting breathlessly, he slumped his weight back against his hand, barely keeping in his reclined position and from flopping back on the bed.
Rangiku pulled away from him slowly careful not to leave behind any drop of fluid. She swallowed visibly as she sat back and dragged the back of her hand across her lips. This time she didn't spit but instead licked the smear of fluid from her hand.
She sat with one leg bent and laying sideway the other bent and upright. The position gave Grimmjow full visual access to his favorite parts of her body. She grinned and skimmed her tongue over her lips, leg bobbing from side to side as she reclined on her elbows. "Was that to your liking, Grimmjow?"
He licked his lips slowly, the taste of her still thick on his tongue. Smirking, he looked his full of the woman and finally dropped back and rolled to recline on his side. Stretching out to get comfortable, and still able to see the woman's body, he bent his arm to perch the elbow on the bed and lean his face on his hand. "Yea, was a'right. Since ya don't suck at it," he said with a lecherous grin, "I'll letcha do it again sometime."
Laughing with a toss of her head, she dropped herself to the side and faced opposite him. "So magnanimous, Grimmjow." Her gaze traveled the length of him with appreciation. With the exception of the hole, he was a spectacularly built man, that one aspect was something she'd have to get used to. However, she was held in curious fascination of it. "May I touch it?"
Dammit that sounded like one of those words Ulquiorra or Zael would use back in forth in an Espada meeting, just to see his brow furrow in confusion. He was going to take it as a compliment. For now. Until he figured out what the hell it meant. "Ya jus' touched it lot-- oh. That." He snorted faintly, ignoring his mistake, and shrugged softly. "If ya want."
Her hand moved forward tentatively, face twisting with curiosity. With just her index finger, she touched the edge of the hole. It wasn't sharp like she thought it would be. It was like touching the tendon between her thumb and index finger when her fingers were completely splayed. It gave slightly but it held the edge quite well. As her finger moved upward inside the hole, she looked at him. "Does it feel weird when I touch it?"
He shrugged softly and glanced down at her hand in his abdomen. Truthfully, the hollowed out core of his body did feel tingle a bit when in direct contact with a shinigami's reiatsu, but other than that, not all that weird. "What like, uncomfortable weird? Not really."
"Or tickle weird." She pulled her hand back and let it drape along the side of her body. "I wasn't expecting it to feel like skin."
"That's all it is." He reached out to touch his finger along the edge of her mouth, between her upper and lower lip. "Like there. Whatcha expect, a black hole?"
"Dunno. Something harder like your mask." Her shoulder rolled as her tongue flicked over his finger before sucking it into her mouth.
"Prolly felt different before I was an arrancar. Dunno I didn't go 'round touching hollow holes." He pumped his finger in and out of her mouth and with a smirk, withdrew it. Dropping his hand, he idly scratched at his stomach near the circular hole in his abdomen, and rolled over to lounge on his stomach on the bed.
This view was just as good as the other. Her hand itched to touch him, and without thinking she let it. Started from the middle of his thigh and with a light touch led her fingers up along every curve and sinew of his body. Once she reached his shoulder, Rangiku traced it back down until she reached his ass, where she palmed and rubbed it softly.
Pillowing his head on his arm, Grimmjow let his eyes drift shut as he touched over him, his muscles unconsciously flexing a bit as she touched over his back. His shoulder rolling with a bit of pride as he felt her fingers go over the tattoo of the number on his upper back. He knew that he should get up, get bathed, get dressed, and go about this business, but he didn't want to. Aizen would summon him if he needed him. Until then...
Turning his head, he flicked a glance over to her. "And whatcha think ye'r doin' down there? Ya enjoyin' yerself?"
"A bit. Hope you don't mind." She smirked and let him in on a little truth. "Gin's rather bony and scrawny, so I've never touched a man built as well as you."
He just grinned slightly. Damn right he was built better than Ichimaru. Grimmjow took no small amount of pride in his stature, both in rank and musculature. "What can I say, they jus' grow 'em better in Hueco Mundo than Soul Society."
That made her laugh. "Oh really. I'll grant you the men perhaps, but what about the women?"
Now that he'd have to think about. That little shinigami who had killed Di Roy and gotten his hand shoved into her chest in retaliation wasn't much to look at. But they had their own share of dinky female arrancar. Those two door guards to Aizen's chamber came to mind. He looked over at her again. She was something to look at, for a shinigami, but the lady Espada wasn't half bad either. "Hrm."
"Okay, okay, forget I asked." She smirked and rolled over onto her back.
He rolled his eyes lightly but didn't answer. He'd have to get back to her on that, to give her a fair answer. Do a little mental comparison as he prowled the hallways of Las Noches. Shifting up a bit on the bed to better line his body with hers, he reached out to wrap about her slender waist and yanked her over closer to him so that he could pillow his head against her breast. Far more comfortable than the mattress or his arm.
She snorted trying to bite a laugh back. "I didn't know the arrancar were cuddlers after sex."
That made him jerk up, his hand planted down on the bed as he hovered over her. What?! No! How dare she say something like that. Someone could hear. Cuddling. Ugh. She was getting the wrong impression here, about him, about this. He growled lightly. "I am not cuddling. That's bull shit. I'm tired. And these," he gave a tweak to a nipple, indicating her breast, "happen to be halfway decent pillows. And I'm cold and I'm too lazy to get under the covers."
She bit back a laugh successfully this time. The tweak to her nipple had helped. Sticking out her tongue, she replied quickly. "Someone took my clothes. I had to sleep in something or you would have fucked a corpse dead from hypothermia."
"Ya spat out my kiss," he said with a shrug, settling back down on the bed and half on her. That was perfect rationale to him as to why he hadn't summoned for clothes for her last time. And made off with the ones she'd come in. "Ya needed ta learn to be nice. And had ya died, I wouldn't'a fucked ya. I'm not desperate."
Her eyes rolled. She wasn't even going to respond. It wasn't something she would deny and there would be no deterring him from the notion that it was a punishable act. Now that her ardor had cooled some, Grimmjow once again began to grate on her. He was good when he was fucking her, but outside of that he reminded her that she was a prisoner and another man's whore. A whore who apparently seemed to be willing to bed anyone for a dress.
Ah, good. She was quiet. He could nap in peace. He really had no idea when Aizen might summon him next for a full meeting or private audience, and he was tired. If he dared fall asleep in Aizen's presence there would be great amounts of hell to pay.
His body fell limp against her. Rangiku turned her head sharply and glared at him. What? That was it? He was just going to roll over and fall asleep? Oh no he wasn't! He'd tossed her here for a fuck and a fuck she was going to get.
Shifting a bit so she was comfortable enough to sleep, she scoffed and muttered under her breath. "So much for Sexta Espada. Gin could at least go five times before passing the fuck out."
What.
Aqua eyes snapped open, a dark smoldering in the depths as all thoughts of sleep evaporated from the arrancar's mind. Did he just hear what he thought he heard the woman say? Surely not. Surely she wasn't stupid enough to compare him, an arrancar and Espada, to that man.
Drawing himself up to hold himself over her, his eyes bored down into hers dangerously. "What the fuck didja just say."
She looked up at him with challenge burning in her eyes. There it was. That fire and heat that got her so fucking hot. "Word for word or should I just say you lack stamina and that Gin was a longer lasting lay."
A growl came from the arrancar and he hoisted himself up over her the rest of the way, knees coming down to the bed, one at her side and one between her legs. "That's what I thought ya said. That's a damn stupid thing ta think, woman."
"Oh and why's that, arrancar?"
"Ain't an ounce of truth to it, that's why," he said in a deep, growling tone, his hands falling to the woman's body. One grasped her hip, the other went between her legs to rub along the slick folds. Gods, she was still wet and ready to go?
Bucking to his touch, her legs widened in welcome. "Fuckin' prove it then, bitch. Fuck me better, harder and longer than Gin ever did."
His fingering of her was short-lived upon realizing there wasn't a dire need for it. He wasn't about to fuck her dry; that chafed. Despite his violent nature, he did realize blood wasn't the best lubricant. Settling over her easily, he thrust into her and as she gasped, he reached up to clasp her chin tightly. "Ya need to remember this here, right now, woman. I am not yer bitch. I am no one's bitch. Call me that again an' you'll get treatment that'll make what I did ta Luppi merciful an' kind."
"I said you were one not that you were mine. There's a difference." Her eyes blazed blue fire as she arched beneath him and took him inside her. It was much less painful than before but she still felt the ecstasy of his brutal length and girth as he pounded into her. This violence and anger was exactly what she craved.
His hand came off of her chin, having clasped it hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises on her jaw. His arm dropped to the mattress, the arrancar supporting himself with it as he leaned down over her. His mouth fell to nip at her chin and throat as he pounded into her, every word she said just seeming to incense him further and fuel his hard pounding rhythm. "Ya don't get to call me one."
Tilting her head back, she braced her feet and lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. It wasn't long before that feeling of surrender washed over her and her body responded accordingly. However a bit of rebelliousness still burned inside her enough to mutter, "Bitch bad, bastard fine..."
"World of difference..." he muttered back against the soft column of her neck, licking and biting and sucking at her flesh in time with each thrust. Her neck and collarbone and breasts were going to be a mess of bruises and hickeys come tomorrow, and he wasn't even finished. All to properly mark her as his.
God yes. Not even Gin had been ravenous and merciless with her. Rangiku reveled in the knowledge that she was going to be black and blue and painfully sore come morning. Gin had always preferred to leave her as unmarked as possible, an unmarked doll. This went beyond incredible and fed into insatiable need.
His hand went into her hair to tip her head back, biting at the vulnerable soft flesh and lapping at the bit of blood that rose to the surface of the bite mark. He could feast on her all day, especially when with each bite or scratch she just moaned louder, felt a bit wetter. She was not a woman who demanded soft, tender treatment. Which was a good thing. A great thing. Because it wasn't something he could give.
Though he kept her from biting her, he couldn't keep her from clawing him and tearing his skin to shreds. His back, thighs and ass were a crisscross of pink and red lines and little half moon punctures. Her legs hitched up on his sides, knees tucking into Grimmjow's armpits to deepen the penetration. This arrancar was in one single afternoon, making up for decades of unsatisfactory sex, and it was greatly appreciated.
"Seein'.... how you were... mistaken earlier?" he rasped through gritted teeth as he moved a hand to hold her leg against him, nudging one of her pulled up legs to lay across his back. The shifted angle of her body made him groan and letting him pound harder into her. He felt his vision start to fuzz and groin tighten, the familiar tell tale signs just before orgasm, but he clamped down on his desire and actually halted his thrusts into her. He wasn't coming, and neither was she, not until she stated her error earlier.
When he stopped she punched his arm and screamed her frustration. "Arrgghhh... you bastard!" She arched and strained trying to get herself to climax but knew it was futile. "Fine, fine. You are the superior fuck. Now please finish!"
He just chuckled breathily and slammed into her again with renewed vigor, making up for the short halt with the deep thrusts into her. Complete with grinds against her body just before he pulled out. She really was almost cute when she screamed, be it in pleasure or frustration at him.
Ah perfect. Once again he managed to pull another toe-curling orgasm from her. She bucked toward him as her nails pressed into the hard muscled flesh of his ass. Smirking to herself, Rangiku wondered if he knew he was ruining her for any other cock.
He arched his back as he pushed into her, his head dropping back and eyes squeezing shut. There was something to be said for bringing her to orgasm first, the spasming tightness and undulations of her body, increased moisture, all gripping tight at him and feeling like liquid fire on his already too hot organ. Bringing an arm about her, he wrapped it up her back and gripped her shoulder tightly, pulling her completely against him as he pumped a final time into her, hot fluids rushing into her once more.
She clung tightly to him as he came, biting into his shoulder as his orgasm sent another shooting through her. Crying out his name she writhed wantonly, still hot for the arrancar and his demon cock.
The sharp little bite of teeth made him growl, hips burying in deep as a second wave pulsed through him. Brought on by the flash of pain, just that perfect to end his heightened pleasure.
It did beg the question: Did that count as one more time, or two?
Rangiku collapsed back against his arm, limp and spent. Though she craved and wanted more, she feared she'd be broken in two if she chanced another round so soon. Glancing down at him through the fringe of her lower lashes, she smirked. "You do very good work, Grimmjow..."
He knew an exhausted and sated woman when he saw one. Smirking softly, he shifted to work out some kinks from his body and stretched out his limbs. Keeping her in his hold, he flomped back into the rumpled bed, finding the pillow. That was all he needed. Pulling out of her but letting her stay sprawled atop him, he cracked an eye open to eye her. "So ya good ta sleep now, no more shit talkin' 'bout me being some crap fuck compared to Ichimaru?"
She nodded lazily as she curled up kittenishly on his chest. "Very good fuck, Grimmjow..." Her head tipped up to give him a sleepy smirk before nodding off.
--
If that hadn't been enough the pain between her legs was a clear enough indication that she'd just had sex with this man.
Correction, phenomenal sex.
She couldn't help but smirk. Laughing softly, she shook her head. "I came here to be Gin's fuck toy and ended up becoming yours." Shrugging lightly she looked about the corners of the room. "Don't suppose he watched us do you?"
A cocky grin just split the arrancar's lips and he rolled a shoulder in a shrug. He knew almost without a single doubt that Ichimaru had been watching. He in fact hoped he had been. It wouldn't be as fun if Ichimaru wasn't going to play along. "If he was watchin', I'm sure ta find out pretty damn soon. He watched tha last time I saw ya. Fuckin' voyeur."
That made her blink. She straightened and looked at him. "He did? What did he do to you? I--" She stopped and cursed at herself. She didn't want to be concerned about him. She shouldn't be, but admittedly she was. It was completely unfair how possessive Gin was with her. He neglected her totally yet when someone showed her any interest there was hell to pay.
Well the fact that he's seen them the other day and Grimmjow was still here told her one thing. "Never mind. You're here now and we just had sex, so I'm guessing he didn't do a thing."
Hm... Let her believe that, or not? He wasn't very proud of the fact that Ichimaru had been able to catch him unaware and graze him with his zanpakuto. Let alone actually stab him with that dinky thing. Grimmjow was hardly oblivious when it came to others' reiatsu. In the living world he'd been able to find that orange haired brat no problem. As well as single out every single living soul with even the slightest bit of reiatsu. But Ichimaru could lurk around this castle completely undetected.
It was freaky.
In the end Grimmjow shrugged softly. Games he might sometimes play, but he was relatively straightforward. He didn't play coy or dance around facts. Leave that type of shit to Noitra. "Nah he did. He tried. He forgot that I dun listen to him though. Aizen-sama's lieutenant he might be, but that means shit to me. He ain't my lord and master, never will be."
Her eyes scanned his body for any evidence of Gin's abuse. She found nothing and then it hit her. The letter. "That's why you went to see her..."
"Huh?" Oh so the shinigami could put two and two together. Not a surprise. He rolled his left shoulder, glancing down at it. "Yea. Shinsou kinda stings."
Without thinking she leaned forward and kissed the previously wounded shoulder. She came up just as quickly blushing and looking away. "Forget I did that."
His brow just quirked softly but anything he'd been about to say was interrupted as the door opened once more. He glanced over, seeing the slight figure bowing in the doorway and placing a bundle of pristine white clothing down.
"My apologies for the delay, Jaggerjack-sama."
"Yea, yea. Dismissed," he said jerked his head over to the garments once the door closed and he sensed it seal shut. "Yer clothes."
Her brow quirked in amusement. Stretching her arms above her head, she let them fold and drape atop them. He was still inside her and she was still naked. She smirked. "Do I need them yet, Grimmjow?"
"Ye'r a glutton for punishment, ya know that?" he said, sweeping his gaze over her and centering his eyes on her swollen sex, still stretched from him pressed into her, and the mess of fluids staining the crotch of his hakama he'd just shoved off to the side.
"Glutton yes, but not for punishment. I've been taught to crave the cock by the most sadistic of men. It's only natural I want more." The roll of her shoulders in a lazy shrug made her breasts sway most interestingly. Lowering her arms onto the sides of the chair, she went through the motions of lifting herself up. "But if you don't wanna, I suppose I don't have a choice."
The bounce of her breasts was a most interesting thing to watch but Grimmjow found himself interested in something besides the bounce of her breasts. Like the very strange dynamic between her and Ichimaru. And maybe fucking her again. Yea, definitely that too. It could wait a moment though. It would happen when it was back on his terms, not her goading him into it. He didn't make a move to stop her from lifting herself up off of his length. "Most sadistic of men, huh? That'd gotta be Ichimaru."
A soft hiss fell from her lips as she pulled from him. Her gaze moved to his flaccid length. Damn no wonder it hurt like a bitch. Even limp that thing was impressive. Grimmjow's words brought her out of her appreciation for his cock. She smirked. "Don't tell me you want the kinky details of my sex life with Gin."
He scowled, a shudder moving through him at the words sex life and Gin put together. "Nah. Not even close. I dun wanna think about that prick naked and fuckin'. I more wanna know why he ain't comin' ta see ya. I was startin' ta think there's something wrong with ya..." The scowl faded away and he smirked, sweeping an appreciative gaze over her. "But there ain't nothin' wrong with ya in that department."
She flashed him a sultry grin but said nothing to his compliment. "I hate him. That's why. He won't let me go though. He won't let anyone else have me. Since he still does, at least I think he does, or I wouldn't be here. In his warped mind, if he leaves me alone long enough, I'll be happy enough to see him." Rangiku sighed. "I'm not really happy though. I'm just horny and he knows it. That's the only way he can get me to fuck him. Deny it long enough and I'll be begging for it with only a touch."
"Well ain't I just fuckin' his plans all to shit," Grimmjow said with a grin, dropping his elbow on the arm of the chair and curling his fingers to let his chin rest on his hand.
She laughed. "You are and doing a bang up job of it."
"What can I say, I dun like Ichimaru. Or Tousen much for that matter." He shrugged softly. Actually it was the other way around, or had been for awhile. But Ichimaru moved to Tousen's level of dislike the second he drew his zanpakuto on him.
Leaning in with the grin still present on her lips, Rangiku licked his nose. "That makes two of us."
"Ya know ye'r almost a'right, fer a shinigami."
"And you ain't half bad for an arrancar."
He just smirked softly before shifting from his almost thoughtful pose. Hands went about her waist, shifting her off of his lap so that he could stand. He didn't let her stay on her feet too long though. His arm went about her waist, hoisting her up over his shoulder with little effort. All curves and softness, she weighed about the same of his zanpakuto. He could throw the woman clear across the room without even straining a muscle. Instead he just made straight for the bed. "Ye'r also gettin' fucked again."
Rangiku screeched with indignation at being hoisted up like a sack of grain. However at the same time she thrilled at his strength. No one had ever managed to pick her up like this. It was incredibly arousing.
Rather than purr and writhe against him as she was tempted to do, Rangiku beat on his back and tried to get herself thrown off him. "Lemme down you brute! I'm not a sack of rice!"
"Yea I know. That'd weigh a lot more'an you do." Not even halted by her fists beating at his back and fingers clawing at his flesh-- so long as she didn't try to claw off his seis, he wasn't about to lose that again-- he finally let her down by tossing her to the bed to land with a bounce. Staying standing and watching her land, his lips quirked into a sexy grin and he stripped off his wrinkled and stained uniform.
Her eyes roamed hungrily over his body, lingering on his groin. Her tongue dragged itself unconsciously over her lips. The urge to taste it was overwhelming but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of offering one, but if he asked, who was she to deny him.
Shifting to sprawl on the large bed, she moved to the center of it and sat with her legs spread invitingly, displaying her brutalized sex to the arrancar.
He certainly was making a mess of her room. Like he cared. He'd summon someone to clean it up a bit, later.
Dropping his vest and hakama to the floor he moved onto the bed and crawled across the length of it closer to her. A prowling predatory nature to every single of his moves. Hovering over her and pulling himself more over her, he dragged his tongue up her body, starting at the jut of her ankle and up. The edge of his mask grating along her skin, and the lick stopping just at the top of her thigh, his breath hot on her slicked and red pussy.
As she had before, the moment his tongue connected with her flesh, she lost all sense that this man was her enemy. With the things he did to her body and the height of her arousal, she simply didn't care.
Rangiku fell back to recline on her elbows as she watched the arrancar tease her flesh. Even the feel of that chilly mask was starting to feel good. The sharp curve of it by his mouth made her wonder how it would feel against her clitoris.
His teeth nibbled at her inner thigh, head not straying far from between her legs but not moving any further up. She'd have to beg for it.... Even if she did look good. And smell good. And was making him ravenously hungry. He might have been more refined due to the hougyoku, but if the gaping hole in his torso was an indication. He was part hollow. And hollow instincts were starting to drive him to consuming her whole, any way he could.
Too hot. It was way too hot right now. She was all gasps and moans. Squirming, she parted her thighs further and slid her hand between her legs. She didn't finger herself but rather she put herself further on show for the arrancar. He hadn't had a good look at her through the rippling water the other day, but now was a different story.
The little show she put on for him, fingers running over her pussy and parting the folded flesh, made the arrancar lick his lips. She was all sticky and swollen, the evidence of their earlier round still apparent. Sliding his hands up her legs, he cupped the backs of her thighs and spread her legs apart wider to put his face completely between them. His tongue slid into her briefly, just for a taste and a tease, and he went back to just nibbling on her thigh.
That little tease was enough to wither her resolve. Biting her lip against a frustrated groan, she took a moment to collect herself before looking down at the man with a sweet smile and a gleam to her eye which promised untold rewards. "Suck my pussy... please... Grimmjow."
See now was it so hard to ask nicely? More people need to ask things nicely of him. They might be surprised what they'd get. Of course most shinigami would still get his blade slammed into them, not his tongue, but ya know, it was the effort. This one was being very quick to learn her place, and the proper respect to pay an Espada, and would be rewarded for it. With a final quirked smile, his tongue slid into her once more and he pressed in tight between her legs, the cold hardness of his masked pressed against her inner thigh and the edge of it against her mound.
Tossing her head back with a throaty growl, Rangiku bucked and squirmed her hips closer to that vicious mouth. Her earlier ponderings on the affect of his mask on her flesh was confirmed to be the most erotic sensation she'd ever had the pleasure of feeling. If that wasn't enough his lengthy tongue flicked and grazed along areas she'd only ever been able to manage with her fingers. Now with his tongue there and tormenting her, she was wild for more.
Balancing her self on the one hand behind her, the other dropped to Grimmjow's head and curled tightly in his hair. She tugged him this way and that, pulling his aqua tresses demandingly. Though she demanded much, she never forgot her 'please' and she always showed her appreciation for her treatment.
The sharp tugs were met with a low growl, but weren't minded as much as they could have been by someone in Grimmjow's position. Frankly, this wasn't something he did all that often. But that didn't mean he should be bad at it. He was one of Aizen's Espada, he should be good at whatever he chose to do. Even if one thing he chose to do was eat out a shinigami. It was her willingness, the way she'd spread her legs for him. And his own core nature, the darkness of a hollow seeing a shinigami before itself, that made him feast on her.
Noting the way she thrashed each time his teeth or tongue grazed her clit, he slid his tongue from her and flicked it over the nub, before closing his mouth over it to just suck hard at it. Rolling a shoulder, he used his hold on her thigh to toss that leg over his shoulder and then released the curvy limb to reach up, palming a breast possessively.
Her gasps and moans filled the room in a staccato of the arrancar's name. Even as she writhed whorishly against his mouth, she begged for more. Her breast strained to his touch and his cruel twisting and pinching of her nipple was a most welcome torture. Rangiku needed to come, but Grimmjow always seemed to hold it just out of her reach. She knew instinctively she would not be allowed to unless he let her.
Deep aqua eyes opened and his head tilted just so, his gaze resting hotly on the woman's face as she writhed and moaned and bucked under his mouth. She was begging with every single strained gasp and jerk of her hips. But not yet with her words fully. She should know better. She'd learn. Grimmjow wanted to hear it, know she surrendered herself to him completely, in action and word.
"Grimm...jow... please... god... please..."
"Please what?"
It had been difficult to get those four words out and now he wanted more!? Bastard. He made it even more difficult now that he had gotten what he wanted. She wanted to scream with frustration but that would require effort which she could use to get her desire across to him. "Wanna... come."
There's a good girl. The inevitable voiced pleas made the arrancar grin and he gave a squeeze to the back of her leg before sliding his hand to join his mouth between her legs. The thought to just stop his actions and slam his erection into her and eventually get her off that way ran trough his mind but he dismissed it, for now. She'd earned her instant gratification. Two fingers slid into her slicked channel, pumping hard into her as his mouth sucked again at her clit, his tongue rolling over it to give her what she wanted and begged for.
The orgasm came hard and fast and had Rangiku roaring at the top of her lungs. Her hips bucked, her hand tightened in his hair and even her knees tried to come together from the force of it as if her body tried to collapse in on itself from the sheer intensity of her climax.
His lips stayed on her even as she bucked and thrashed, legs coming together and pressing against his ears as her entire body clenched up. Only when her body went rigid with a final shudder did he finally draw his head up. Kneeling between her legs, he looked over her trembling body and smirked softly, lazily lifting his hand to wipe some of the fluids from his lips and chin with a knuckle.
Eyeing his smirking face, she shook her head. "Fuck you, ya bastard." Her words held no malice or hate, just further desire. Soon she was smiling too as her knees came together and her body shifted on the bed so she was on her hands and knees before him. Without waiting further action, prompting or command, she grabbed his cock in hand and stretched her lips over the dripping tip.
He hadn't expected that. He'd expected her to spread her legs for him again, but this... A low hiss made him grit his teeth and he dropped a hand back to the bed behind him. He balanced his weight on the hand as he leaned back, thrusting his hips against her lips. Fingers gripping into the sheet, his other hand dropped into her hair, his long fingers getting lost in the golden strands. "Ya fuckin' liked it."
She pulled back with a noisy slurp. "So what if I did." Her tongue moved slowly over the tip as her gaze locked with his. The circle of her hand tightened slightly as she pumped the slick surface. Once more she put her mouth to it and sucked him. She applied gentle suction at first and then harder as she began to pump his cock in earnest.
"Jus' sayin'," the arrancar murmured with a low groan before falling relatively silent. Grimmjow was a loud, abrasive arrancar, never giving all that he knew a moment's peace, but there were even some cases when he chose not to mouth off. Not many cases, but some. There just wasn't much to say right now. Nothing except a growled demand for more.
And more she gave him, happily so. It wasn't that she thrilled in giving head, but there was something about pulling this man under her thrall for a bit. This arrancar who had brought her to such effortless and dizzying heights, was about to get his due. The challenge of servicing such a large organ was also there. However it also helped that the taste of him was the most unique and addicting flavor ever.
Gods but she could suck a cock. What her mouth couldn't cover, her fingers did, stroking and twisting. The feel of her tongue on him made him want that hot little hungry mouth everywhere, but with how good it felt, he was glad to have it where it was. He supposed he had Ichimaru to thank for some of her talents. Not like he was about to thank him for a damn thing.
No... On second thought. He just might, for this. Just to see the look on that smug face.
She could feel it throbbing and twitching against her lip. Locking her gaze to his, she smirked as best as she could and adjusted his cock slightly. With that bit of movement, Rangiku moved slowly down the length of his cock. Her throat widened around the thick head, but she pushed past it and angled her head until her lips circled the full base of his cock. Her hand was freed to do as it please and the moment she pressed his balls up, and pressed her middle finger into the tight ring of his ass, she felt the hot torrid streams of come ride down her throat.
Aqua eyes widened a bit in shock at the motion of her finger but there was absolutely no room for complaint as his pleasure overwhelmed him and he exploded in her mouth. His fingers clenched in her hair almost painfully as the spurts of semen flooded her mouth, his hand keeping her pressed against his groin. The final shudders moved through him and he finally relaxed his hand, letting it fall from her hair. Panting breathlessly, he slumped his weight back against his hand, barely keeping in his reclined position and from flopping back on the bed.
Rangiku pulled away from him slowly careful not to leave behind any drop of fluid. She swallowed visibly as she sat back and dragged the back of her hand across her lips. This time she didn't spit but instead licked the smear of fluid from her hand.
She sat with one leg bent and laying sideway the other bent and upright. The position gave Grimmjow full visual access to his favorite parts of her body. She grinned and skimmed her tongue over her lips, leg bobbing from side to side as she reclined on her elbows. "Was that to your liking, Grimmjow?"
He licked his lips slowly, the taste of her still thick on his tongue. Smirking, he looked his full of the woman and finally dropped back and rolled to recline on his side. Stretching out to get comfortable, and still able to see the woman's body, he bent his arm to perch the elbow on the bed and lean his face on his hand. "Yea, was a'right. Since ya don't suck at it," he said with a lecherous grin, "I'll letcha do it again sometime."
Laughing with a toss of her head, she dropped herself to the side and faced opposite him. "So magnanimous, Grimmjow." Her gaze traveled the length of him with appreciation. With the exception of the hole, he was a spectacularly built man, that one aspect was something she'd have to get used to. However, she was held in curious fascination of it. "May I touch it?"
Dammit that sounded like one of those words Ulquiorra or Zael would use back in forth in an Espada meeting, just to see his brow furrow in confusion. He was going to take it as a compliment. For now. Until he figured out what the hell it meant. "Ya jus' touched it lot-- oh. That." He snorted faintly, ignoring his mistake, and shrugged softly. "If ya want."
Her hand moved forward tentatively, face twisting with curiosity. With just her index finger, she touched the edge of the hole. It wasn't sharp like she thought it would be. It was like touching the tendon between her thumb and index finger when her fingers were completely splayed. It gave slightly but it held the edge quite well. As her finger moved upward inside the hole, she looked at him. "Does it feel weird when I touch it?"
He shrugged softly and glanced down at her hand in his abdomen. Truthfully, the hollowed out core of his body did feel tingle a bit when in direct contact with a shinigami's reiatsu, but other than that, not all that weird. "What like, uncomfortable weird? Not really."
"Or tickle weird." She pulled her hand back and let it drape along the side of her body. "I wasn't expecting it to feel like skin."
"That's all it is." He reached out to touch his finger along the edge of her mouth, between her upper and lower lip. "Like there. Whatcha expect, a black hole?"
"Dunno. Something harder like your mask." Her shoulder rolled as her tongue flicked over his finger before sucking it into her mouth.
"Prolly felt different before I was an arrancar. Dunno I didn't go 'round touching hollow holes." He pumped his finger in and out of her mouth and with a smirk, withdrew it. Dropping his hand, he idly scratched at his stomach near the circular hole in his abdomen, and rolled over to lounge on his stomach on the bed.
This view was just as good as the other. Her hand itched to touch him, and without thinking she let it. Started from the middle of his thigh and with a light touch led her fingers up along every curve and sinew of his body. Once she reached his shoulder, Rangiku traced it back down until she reached his ass, where she palmed and rubbed it softly.
Pillowing his head on his arm, Grimmjow let his eyes drift shut as he touched over him, his muscles unconsciously flexing a bit as she touched over his back. His shoulder rolling with a bit of pride as he felt her fingers go over the tattoo of the number on his upper back. He knew that he should get up, get bathed, get dressed, and go about this business, but he didn't want to. Aizen would summon him if he needed him. Until then...
Turning his head, he flicked a glance over to her. "And whatcha think ye'r doin' down there? Ya enjoyin' yerself?"
"A bit. Hope you don't mind." She smirked and let him in on a little truth. "Gin's rather bony and scrawny, so I've never touched a man built as well as you."
He just grinned slightly. Damn right he was built better than Ichimaru. Grimmjow took no small amount of pride in his stature, both in rank and musculature. "What can I say, they jus' grow 'em better in Hueco Mundo than Soul Society."
That made her laugh. "Oh really. I'll grant you the men perhaps, but what about the women?"
Now that he'd have to think about. That little shinigami who had killed Di Roy and gotten his hand shoved into her chest in retaliation wasn't much to look at. But they had their own share of dinky female arrancar. Those two door guards to Aizen's chamber came to mind. He looked over at her again. She was something to look at, for a shinigami, but the lady Espada wasn't half bad either. "Hrm."
"Okay, okay, forget I asked." She smirked and rolled over onto her back.
He rolled his eyes lightly but didn't answer. He'd have to get back to her on that, to give her a fair answer. Do a little mental comparison as he prowled the hallways of Las Noches. Shifting up a bit on the bed to better line his body with hers, he reached out to wrap about her slender waist and yanked her over closer to him so that he could pillow his head against her breast. Far more comfortable than the mattress or his arm.
She snorted trying to bite a laugh back. "I didn't know the arrancar were cuddlers after sex."
That made him jerk up, his hand planted down on the bed as he hovered over her. What?! No! How dare she say something like that. Someone could hear. Cuddling. Ugh. She was getting the wrong impression here, about him, about this. He growled lightly. "I am not cuddling. That's bull shit. I'm tired. And these," he gave a tweak to a nipple, indicating her breast, "happen to be halfway decent pillows. And I'm cold and I'm too lazy to get under the covers."
She bit back a laugh successfully this time. The tweak to her nipple had helped. Sticking out her tongue, she replied quickly. "Someone took my clothes. I had to sleep in something or you would have fucked a corpse dead from hypothermia."
"Ya spat out my kiss," he said with a shrug, settling back down on the bed and half on her. That was perfect rationale to him as to why he hadn't summoned for clothes for her last time. And made off with the ones she'd come in. "Ya needed ta learn to be nice. And had ya died, I wouldn't'a fucked ya. I'm not desperate."
Her eyes rolled. She wasn't even going to respond. It wasn't something she would deny and there would be no deterring him from the notion that it was a punishable act. Now that her ardor had cooled some, Grimmjow once again began to grate on her. He was good when he was fucking her, but outside of that he reminded her that she was a prisoner and another man's whore. A whore who apparently seemed to be willing to bed anyone for a dress.
Ah, good. She was quiet. He could nap in peace. He really had no idea when Aizen might summon him next for a full meeting or private audience, and he was tired. If he dared fall asleep in Aizen's presence there would be great amounts of hell to pay.
His body fell limp against her. Rangiku turned her head sharply and glared at him. What? That was it? He was just going to roll over and fall asleep? Oh no he wasn't! He'd tossed her here for a fuck and a fuck she was going to get.
Shifting a bit so she was comfortable enough to sleep, she scoffed and muttered under her breath. "So much for Sexta Espada. Gin could at least go five times before passing the fuck out."
What.
Aqua eyes snapped open, a dark smoldering in the depths as all thoughts of sleep evaporated from the arrancar's mind. Did he just hear what he thought he heard the woman say? Surely not. Surely she wasn't stupid enough to compare him, an arrancar and Espada, to that man.
Drawing himself up to hold himself over her, his eyes bored down into hers dangerously. "What the fuck didja just say."
She looked up at him with challenge burning in her eyes. There it was. That fire and heat that got her so fucking hot. "Word for word or should I just say you lack stamina and that Gin was a longer lasting lay."
A growl came from the arrancar and he hoisted himself up over her the rest of the way, knees coming down to the bed, one at her side and one between her legs. "That's what I thought ya said. That's a damn stupid thing ta think, woman."
"Oh and why's that, arrancar?"
"Ain't an ounce of truth to it, that's why," he said in a deep, growling tone, his hands falling to the woman's body. One grasped her hip, the other went between her legs to rub along the slick folds. Gods, she was still wet and ready to go?
Bucking to his touch, her legs widened in welcome. "Fuckin' prove it then, bitch. Fuck me better, harder and longer than Gin ever did."
His fingering of her was short-lived upon realizing there wasn't a dire need for it. He wasn't about to fuck her dry; that chafed. Despite his violent nature, he did realize blood wasn't the best lubricant. Settling over her easily, he thrust into her and as she gasped, he reached up to clasp her chin tightly. "Ya need to remember this here, right now, woman. I am not yer bitch. I am no one's bitch. Call me that again an' you'll get treatment that'll make what I did ta Luppi merciful an' kind."
"I said you were one not that you were mine. There's a difference." Her eyes blazed blue fire as she arched beneath him and took him inside her. It was much less painful than before but she still felt the ecstasy of his brutal length and girth as he pounded into her. This violence and anger was exactly what she craved.
His hand came off of her chin, having clasped it hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises on her jaw. His arm dropped to the mattress, the arrancar supporting himself with it as he leaned down over her. His mouth fell to nip at her chin and throat as he pounded into her, every word she said just seeming to incense him further and fuel his hard pounding rhythm. "Ya don't get to call me one."
Tilting her head back, she braced her feet and lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. It wasn't long before that feeling of surrender washed over her and her body responded accordingly. However a bit of rebelliousness still burned inside her enough to mutter, "Bitch bad, bastard fine..."
"World of difference..." he muttered back against the soft column of her neck, licking and biting and sucking at her flesh in time with each thrust. Her neck and collarbone and breasts were going to be a mess of bruises and hickeys come tomorrow, and he wasn't even finished. All to properly mark her as his.
God yes. Not even Gin had been ravenous and merciless with her. Rangiku reveled in the knowledge that she was going to be black and blue and painfully sore come morning. Gin had always preferred to leave her as unmarked as possible, an unmarked doll. This went beyond incredible and fed into insatiable need.
His hand went into her hair to tip her head back, biting at the vulnerable soft flesh and lapping at the bit of blood that rose to the surface of the bite mark. He could feast on her all day, especially when with each bite or scratch she just moaned louder, felt a bit wetter. She was not a woman who demanded soft, tender treatment. Which was a good thing. A great thing. Because it wasn't something he could give.
Though he kept her from biting her, he couldn't keep her from clawing him and tearing his skin to shreds. His back, thighs and ass were a crisscross of pink and red lines and little half moon punctures. Her legs hitched up on his sides, knees tucking into Grimmjow's armpits to deepen the penetration. This arrancar was in one single afternoon, making up for decades of unsatisfactory sex, and it was greatly appreciated.
"Seein'.... how you were... mistaken earlier?" he rasped through gritted teeth as he moved a hand to hold her leg against him, nudging one of her pulled up legs to lay across his back. The shifted angle of her body made him groan and letting him pound harder into her. He felt his vision start to fuzz and groin tighten, the familiar tell tale signs just before orgasm, but he clamped down on his desire and actually halted his thrusts into her. He wasn't coming, and neither was she, not until she stated her error earlier.
When he stopped she punched his arm and screamed her frustration. "Arrgghhh... you bastard!" She arched and strained trying to get herself to climax but knew it was futile. "Fine, fine. You are the superior fuck. Now please finish!"
He just chuckled breathily and slammed into her again with renewed vigor, making up for the short halt with the deep thrusts into her. Complete with grinds against her body just before he pulled out. She really was almost cute when she screamed, be it in pleasure or frustration at him.
Ah perfect. Once again he managed to pull another toe-curling orgasm from her. She bucked toward him as her nails pressed into the hard muscled flesh of his ass. Smirking to herself, Rangiku wondered if he knew he was ruining her for any other cock.
He arched his back as he pushed into her, his head dropping back and eyes squeezing shut. There was something to be said for bringing her to orgasm first, the spasming tightness and undulations of her body, increased moisture, all gripping tight at him and feeling like liquid fire on his already too hot organ. Bringing an arm about her, he wrapped it up her back and gripped her shoulder tightly, pulling her completely against him as he pumped a final time into her, hot fluids rushing into her once more.
She clung tightly to him as he came, biting into his shoulder as his orgasm sent another shooting through her. Crying out his name she writhed wantonly, still hot for the arrancar and his demon cock.
The sharp little bite of teeth made him growl, hips burying in deep as a second wave pulsed through him. Brought on by the flash of pain, just that perfect to end his heightened pleasure.
It did beg the question: Did that count as one more time, or two?
Rangiku collapsed back against his arm, limp and spent. Though she craved and wanted more, she feared she'd be broken in two if she chanced another round so soon. Glancing down at him through the fringe of her lower lashes, she smirked. "You do very good work, Grimmjow..."
He knew an exhausted and sated woman when he saw one. Smirking softly, he shifted to work out some kinks from his body and stretched out his limbs. Keeping her in his hold, he flomped back into the rumpled bed, finding the pillow. That was all he needed. Pulling out of her but letting her stay sprawled atop him, he cracked an eye open to eye her. "So ya good ta sleep now, no more shit talkin' 'bout me being some crap fuck compared to Ichimaru?"
She nodded lazily as she curled up kittenishly on his chest. "Very good fuck, Grimmjow..." Her head tipped up to give him a sleepy smirk before nodding off.
--