Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 6
[ 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: 5.2K | Visits: 631 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 631 | Status: Completed
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The girls were chattering quietly speaking about nothing in particular when Rangiku went silent and looked at the door. She paled slightly, not knowing what to expect. However what she found most annoying was that she felt herself getting wet almost instantly.
Misunderstanding the woman's sudden tension and silence, Orihime reached over to squeeze her hand tightly and gazed as solidly at the door as she could. It opened and Grimmjow came into her room. Whatever had been on his face earlier when he'd glanced at Rangiku a last time before departing was gone, making him impossible to read.
"Hour's up."
Rangiku looked at Grimmjow and studied his face. Her eyes moved down devouring every inch of his body. She pulled her gaze away and gave Orihime a smile. "I'll be fine."
Biting her lip softly, Orihime stood up from the couch as Rangiku moved for the door, the arrancar starting to turn to leave. "Wait! Um..." Biting harder on her lip, she bent in a deep bow, her hair falling forward. "Grimmjow-san! Thank you... for letting me heal her, and talk awhile...."
Ugh. Glancing over his shoulder at the girl, Grimmjow barely even looked at her and instead locked his eyes on the shinigami. All the hickeys and bite marks that lined her neck and the swells of her breasts were gone, but so was the split lip and swollen eye and every single other mark that man had put on her. Even every single tear and stain of blood was gone from her clothing.
The girl did do impressive work. But Grimmjow was hardly paying attention to her.
Oh, but right, he should be. She was spouting nonsense to him. What was that crap Ulquiorra always spewed to her? He talked about it at the Espada meetings whenever the girl's state of mind was inquired about. "Ya dun have to thank me for that. Ya know how it is, why ye'r here. It's only right ya heal her," he said, jerking his head over to the woman. The woman who was dressed exactly the same as her. "She's one of us now. Jus' like you are."
Grimmjow's words caught her by surprise. One of them? It didn't cause a fissure of fear that she supposed it did Orihime. She felt almost excited by the notion, but she quelled it, not liking where those thoughts were going. Instead she rose and went to him giving him that little smirk that seemed to both inflame and infuriate him.
That little smile did things to him. Specifically it made him want to pin her to the wall and pull down her pristine white hakama, and make sweet grey eyes go wide at seeing everything he did to the shinigami. And how it made her wild. But he, impressively, refrained. No traumatizing the chick. He'd already been to Aizen's chambers twice today, he wasn't going a third time.
"Follow," he stated sharply, turning and heading for the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl return to the couch but paid her no mind.
Orihime did indeed return to sit on the couch, giving Rangiku a final smile, as brave and reassuring as she could make it. Once the two left, she loosened the pink scarf from about her arm to twist it tightly about her hand. It could have been worse...It could have been Ichimaru who had come to retrieve her. She just had to remind herself of that.
It was sad leaving Orihime behind, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that if she played Grimmjow's game well enough and kept him interested long enough, then she would no doubt see the girl again.
Once they were out of earshot of the girl, and half way back to her room, Rangiku, looked at the man's strong back. "I haven't come yet."
That made him stop in mid step, one hand dropping out of his pocket as he turned to glance at her. That's right... He'd almost forgotten about his order to her, what with his first meeting with Aizen regarding the invaders still lurking around in the far edges of Las Noches, and then returning to find Ichimaru all over what was his, and then his second meeting with Aizen.
Turning, he moved to her to capture her against the nearest wall, his fingers pressing against her jaw line and then running down her throat. Inspecting the perfect, unblemished skin. "Oh no? Not once? Ichimaru got ta be with ya a long time.... If ye'r lyin'..."
"Like I could come while he's carving me up like a side of meat." She looked up at him lustfully, his touch making her shiver with longing as she remembered that morning and tried to forget what followed after.
Grimmjow's eyes narrowed dangerously, but he knew that his quarrel with Ichimaru was done. At least for now. Pressing the matter further could border off of Aizen's patience and amusement. "She healed ya up, didn't miss anywhere?"
Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her breasts against his chest invitingly. "Do you want to inspect me for yourself?"
He was fully aware they were still out in the hallway near her quarters, he just didn't care. Aizen had said it himself. What he'd rightfully claimed as his. The shinigami was his, even Aizen acknowledged it. No one could say a damn thing about what he did to her, or where. Not that they really could before, but even less so now.
His hand slid down the swell of her breast and pushed into the spilled open bodice, just rubbing his palm at the top of her breast as he pressed his knee between her legs to rub. "Yea... Think I jus' might."
"If you insist on playing with the garbage at least do it privately." A soft-spoken voice, tinged with disgust resonated down the hall. Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra looked away. "Be relieved that Noitra has not followed me this afternoon."
Looking up from watching the rise and fall of the woman's breasts as she gasped, Grimmjow sneered in Ulquiorra's general direction. He also lifted a hand to flip him off. He was so tempted to yank the woman's top open, convinced the other Esapda would scream and faint at the sight of breasts, but refrained. He didn't need the woman's tits broadcast to the next main chamber assembly. "Fuck off, Ulquiorra. Cry to Aizen-sama if ya don't like what I do, where I do it."
The arrancar rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "If you do not want to keep defending what is yours from others who are as like minded as you, you would take better care of your possessions. Consider yourself warned."
Rangiku looked at the young looking man and then at Grimmjow. She said nothing, but at least to her, it sounded as some sort of warning.
Dammit. Ulquiorra had a point. He really hated when he of all arrancar had a point. The last thing he needed was Noitra skeezing around, trying to nose in on his shinigami. He'd caught the words from Aizen to Ichimaru, it sounded like he was proving some point to the silver haired man. How Aizen would view yet another ownership war over the shinigami between two Esapda, both on even ground? He had no idea. And even as much as he loved a fight, he'd rather not find out.
Growling softly, Grimmjow flicked a glance over the blonde and pulled his hand from her bodice before looking over at Ulquiorra. "What are ya doin' down here anyway. Seein' the chick?"
Ulquiorra tossed a bored look at his brother and said nothing, instead simply moving down the hallway continuing on his way as if he hadn't seen something that utterly nauseated him.
Watching him go, Rangiku turned back to the man in front of her. "Not one for words is he."
Grimmjow just rolled his eyes at the shorter arrancar's departure but wasn't at all surprised. Pulling back from her, he cast a glance down the hallway and felt around, just to make sure he hadn't missed Noitra, come lurking to try to get his own 'Pet-sama', before starting down the rest of the way. "Ya just heard more than I did the first week."
If he were holding her hand rather than dragging by the wrist she would have barfed. But he wasn't so she was okay with practically trotting to keep up with the man's angry pace. By the time they arrived in her room, she was slightly breathless. There were a few questions she wanted to ask about the arrancar and the other one mentioned, but she felt it best to keep her mouth shut and let Grimmjow do as he pleased.
The door had barely finished closing and locking behind him before he was on her again, his hand back on her breast and knee between her legs as his other hand rubbed at her hip. Ulquiorra's words about better protecting his possessions lingered on his mind but he shelved it, not wanting that flat monotone voice in his head when he fucked the woman again.
At first she winced and squeezed her eyes shut, but then the touch seemed more familiar, and Grimmjow's brand of lust penetrated her initial fear. The fear wasn't completely gone though. Rangiku felt she still had much to prove to the arrancar to keep her place. The fact that she wanted to keep it at all bothered her, but it was a far better existence than none at all. However, after seeing Grimmjow's blood rage first hand, even if it was a hazy memory, she couldn't quite dampen the fright which clouded her eyes and kept the full frenzy of her primal passion at bay.
She was holding back, what the hell? She'd been just fine in the hallway-- of course, the hallway hadn't been the exact same room that Ichimaru had raped her in. Grimmjow scowled faintly and just rubbed his fingers at her hip, his leg pressed tight between hers stilling. He could just take her anyway, get her over the reservations by force. Sure she might squirm and scream, but no one would come running to her aid. The sound and sight of that before though, her thrashing and her voice gone hoarse with choked sobs and screams, had not been one that aroused him. Some struggle was all right, when she played hard to get and eventually gave in...
Frowning the arrancar pulled back from her and regarded her a moment, before stepping back completely. Without a word, even a command for her to follow, he went over to the bed and sat down on the fresh linens.
He was upset. She knew it. If she couldn't please him, he would toss her out, or worse, throw her back at Gin. She had to do this. Her life depended on it.
Taking a deep steadying breath, she pushed herself from the wall and slipped off the waraji and tabi. She began moving slowly toward Grimmjow and the bed. Her eyes glowing with seductive intent. Once she untied the sash of her hakama they fell down her long legs with a faint whisper. She stepped slowly from them and continued, her hand clasping the zipper pull and slowly bringing it down until it parted. As she walked she rolled one shoulder and then the other until finally the woman stood completely naked in the wide V of Grimmjow's legs.
Joined at the bed by the woman, Grimmjow shifted back a bit more on the edge of the bed and reached out to set his hand on her hip. He gave a slight tug toward himself to guide her to straddle over him, but other than that didn't make a single move with his hands or mouth to her body. Even though the sight of her made him ravenous, all of that creamy soft skin perfect and untouched, every bite and nail mark healed away.
Though she wanted to, she didn't do as he immediately wanted. Up until now, this man had either come to her clothed or naked by his own hand. With this being a life or death situation, Rangiku knew she needed to do more than just comply with his demands, she needed to foresee his need. And right now, he needed to be naked.
Her hands reached out with a slight tremble and pushed his jacket from his shoulders, caressing his chest and sinewy arms as she did. Her gaze never left his save for when she pulled his head between her breasts to pull the jacket off his arms. She stepped back only slightly and dropped to a squat as she untied his sash and worked the hakama down his legs and footwear from his feet. Only when she was done, did she move to straddle him and seat herself on his lap.
The heat from her body was scorching, he had the thought especially as he shifted up from the bed a bit to push his hakama down to pool on the floor, to just wrap his hands around the slenderness of her waist and reseat her and impale her on his lap. She was already primed and ready, he could see the slickness of her body darkening the trimmed hairs around her pussy. And his own erection was rigid and insistent against her inner thigh but he didn't make a move, his rare bit of self control sending a shiver through him.
Leaning forward and dipping his head, his lips brushed hers to take her lower lip between his and sucked at it. "Make me wanna fuck you. I'm not gonna 'til ya do," he murmured softly with her lip still between his, his tongue running over the plump bit of pink flesh.
Rangiku shivered and closed her eyes, leaning toward him with desire. The rough gravelly voice echoing with menacing threat. It wasn't until she heard that voice, so thick with his own desire, that she realized she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was that realization that made her fear go away.
Tipping her head down and clasping his face, she kissed him hard on the lips, challenge and lust burning in it. Rangiku maneuvered her hips and found the tip of his cock easily enough. Her hips rolled and let the tip bump and slide in her drenched and slick folds. The soft, pillowy mounds of her breast pressed against his collarbone, the hard nipples rigid like small pebbles against his flesh.
So, was she ready to be fucked properly yet? Sweet gods... He could only hope her hang up very quickly passed so he could drive into her without sending her into a corner like a frightened mouse, scared and pale. A low groan rumbled from his lips and he kissed her back, his hands going into her hair and knotting the strands about his fingers. His lips on her were hungry and he shifted his hips, but only to let his erection slip from the tease of her body to rub the shaft up and down the folds of tender, wet flesh. He'd said he wouldn't yet screw her until she made him fully want to, his own way of putting the control of the pace in her hands without giving up complete control of this. He was a man of his word. He just very seldom ever gave it.
Breaking the kiss, Rangiku pulled herself back a bit, but still maintained the slow roll of her hips. One hand had moved from his face to slip between her legs. While down there she gave his cock a few strokes, but her intent was the scalding wet hole. She pushed two fingers inside herself with a shivery groan and extracted them after moment. Holding the two fingers before the male she grinned before smearing the fingers across a nipple and offering it to him.
His head came down to let his mouth greedily suck at her fingers, licking off every single drop of fluid and letting his tongue rasp over her nails and the tender bit of flesh between her fingers as he sucked them all the way into his mouth. The bit of fluid smeared on her fingers was just a taste and made him want more, direct from the source, but for now he grinned around her fingers and let them slip from his mouth, head dropping to draw the nipple between his teeth and lave it with his tongue.
She closed her teeth over her lower lip and purred with delight. While she watched Grimmjow suckle her breast, she dipped her fingers back into her sex. This time rather than offer the dripping digits to the male, she licked them herself, sucking them slowly just as she would his cock.
His gaze lifted even as his mouth stayed on her breast, sliding over from the pert of her nipple to the baby soft flesh just at her valley of her cleavage. There had been a good sized hickey right here, that rubbed against her other breast every time they bounced, that definitely needed replacing. "Ya gonna finger yerself, or jus' tease yerself with 'em?"
"I'd much prefer your cock, if you must know." She pressed her damp lips to his as her sex hovered over his in perfect alignment, just needed that little bit of thrust to fully penetrate.
"Guess I could fuck ya now," he murmured softly as his eyes closed into slits, his thumb running over her lower lip and pinching it slightly before he took it into her mouth and then kissed her more fully. Hips hovering so close to his, the heat of her body tempting and promising, he finally let his hips thrust up to push into her.
The moment was perfect bliss except for the searing pain that blinded her momentarily and made her scream in agony. What the hell, it hadn't hurt yesterday. Now it felt way too big like he was trying to shove a melon into her pussy. In fact, she hadn't felt this much pain during sex since her first time.
Dammit what the hell. He'd wanted a moan, not a scream, especially not a scream like the one she surely made earlier today when Ichimaru had touched and sullied what was his. His hips rubbed against hers and he frowned, feeling some sort of thin resistance in the vice-like tightness. There was only one explanation. Dammit. He was killing the chick. Her healing was useless, obviously only surface level. Sure she was better to look at now but she was still all... broken. He growled softly and was caught between fucking her anyway and pulling out. "She was supposed ta fix ya..."
She could have laughed and she did only briefly until the pain seized her briefly. "She did fix me though. She just took it a bit too far." Giggling softly, she caressed his face and pressed soft kisses to his face and lips hoping to appease him. "If it makes you feel any better, when Gin took my virginity it didn't hurt nearly as much." The pain ebbed slowly but it still burned a bit, but Rangiku's desire was still returning. Enough to tempt him a bit. "Think of it this way. You get to train my cunt to know only you..." she whispered breathlessly into his ear before sucking the lobe into her mouth.
His eyes went a bit blank and then widened. Wait a minute was she saying she was a VIRGIN again? How the fuck was that possi-- oh right. It was like Aizen had said, pure 'event rejection'. The chick had reverted the woman back to a previous state, before Ichimaru had touched her. Way before Ichimaru had touched her.
Knowing that the pain she felt wasn't due to some lingering pain of Ichimaru's cock being shoved in her brought Grimmjow back to the moment and he rocked his hips against her, pushing in with a bit of slowness to break the bit of resistance barring him. His arm wrapped loosely about her, keeping her firmly on his lap. "Tha's right... He ain't ever touchin' ya again."
No, never again. That was certain. Kissing him as he moved fully inside her, she winced and bit his lip as the bit of flesh tore and finally broke. It was extremely uncomfortable for a few moments. Rangiku honestly didn't remember it feeling this intense. True, Gin lacked Grimmjow's girth, but it was going to be an interesting learning experience. She let the discomfort fade before moving her hips to roll slowly, testing how much she could endure.
It was quite frustrating to have a fully matured libido but her body that of a woman much less experienced. She wanted him badly, but the tightness of her virgin sex made it challenging. "Um... this might be... easier to take if I'm laying down..."
Laying down huh? Damn. He'd have to fuck her again sometime with her astride his lap, so he could leave his face buried against her chest, nipping and suckling ever little mark he'd put on her skin back into existence. He could handle that though. He had all the time he liked with her.
Placing a hand on her hip, he gave a final nip to her breast and let the edge of his mask grate against her puckered nipple. Shifting but staying in her, he twisted them to put her back down on the bed, his knee hitting the mattress and holding himself there. To the fact that he obliged her request, he gave no words, only a mild shrug, not about to admit he really had no idea how to fuck a virgin. At least, comfortably, for them both.
Everything felt natural once she was on her back. Though it still felt a bit awkward it was infinitely more tolerable than before. A shame too, she rather enjoyed riding him. She smirked up at him as her hand went to his cock and fondled his sack. Though her body might feel like that of a virgin, she was anything but.
His eyes drifted shut halfway once more at her touch, her maddening touches spurring him to start thrusting into her. The thrusts were light at first, a smirk touching his lips as more of his cock was pressed against her hand than wrapped by her pussy as he pulled out and plunged back in. He co-- wouldn't give her the outright pounding he wanted, not yet. "Ye'r mine," he growled softly in her ear, tongue curling on her earlobe, his shoulders rolling and strong back rippling with each slow thrust as he held himself over her. "Mine an' no one else's."
There was the confirmation she needed. For now she was safe. He still wanted her. Rangiku arched toward him, relishing the feel of his organ inside her stamping his claim on her, making her his. Her hand continued to stroke his organ as it pumped her own.
She smiled up at his possessiveness. From him it sounded more of a command than a threat which made her only want please him more. Pressing closer to him, she whispered huskily in his ear. "My body wants no other Grimmjow-sama."
His mouth caught with hers, tongue clashing with its mate, for a wicked kiss. His strokes into her delved a bit deeper, his hand cupping her hip to tip her just so. She always liked it when her body was angled that way, always squirmed and clenched around him and gasped just so when he drove in all the way at this angle. If Ichimaru somehow fucked that up, he was hunting him down. Later. "Good... Ya know if ya'd wanted a single thing he did ta ya... I woulda killed ya both..."
Only Grimmjow Jaggerjack would consider this proper pillow talk.
"Never again..." Now that her body had adjusted, she began moving more naturally, wildly. With a soft growl of her own, she summoned her strength and rolled them over so she was on top.
Rangiku tossed her head back triumphantly before falling forward on hands and knees. "Only your cock for my pussy. Show me how you want it."
At the shift, he planted his hand down on the bed to lift himself a bit, using the recline of his body as leverage to better thrust in and out of her. His thrusts were harder and deeper, demanding more from the woman's body as soon as her own motions turned more wicked and he knew she could take it without whimpering in pain.
His other hand reached out, taking hold of her face and turning it to his. His fingers cupped her smooth cheek, thumb running along her soft lower lip and inside her mouth to run along the edge of her teeth. "Don't take yer eyes off'a me, not once."
Her laugh was soft. Of anything he could ask of her, that was likely the thing she enjoyed the most, though she would never admit it. Even with the bony white mask covering the side of his face he was viciously attractive. The epitome of what every woman wanted in her ideal bad boy.
She bit his thumb and sucked it into her mouth. Hands on his pecs she leveraged herself to allow her to bounce her hips up and down as if she were galloping wildly on a horse. At first she went easy, testing him and her own body, but quickly desire and lust won out and she spurred herself on to bounce as hard as she could.
She had deliciously sharp little teeth, the bite causing a bit of blood to ooze on his thumb as she sucked it into her mouth. Whether she meant to or not didn't matter. He didn't care. The pain hardly lessened his pleasure any, especially as she started bouncing her body atop his, lifting and lowering herself hard and fast on his cock. The slick slide of her body on his and the wet friction causing him to grit his teeth and release a hiss.
Her legs were starting to burn from the vigor of her bouncing. Soon she switched to seating herself fully astride him and moving back and forth. While she did that, she straightened and draped her arms over her head collecting her hair in the process. Rangiku let her lower body do all the work.
Pulling his thumb from her mouth, he ran his hand down, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. A trail of blood that he leaned forward to lick from her flushed skin, his tongue going over her chin and throat and the top of her breast. The red tinge of blood had a metallic sweet taste, mixed with the salty sweat of her skin. The only thing that could make her taste better would be if she was covered in his semen, the thick fluids tickling over her skin. Groaning softly at the path of his thoughts, he wrapped his arm about her waist to yank her up tight against him, her breasts pressing flat against his chest, and buried in deep as thick jets of fluids emptied into her with a series of short pumps into her.
The heat that filled her was quite enough to send her over the edge. The twitching and jerking of his cock surging inside her made her mad for him. The shinigami cried out in ecstasy, filling the room with short bursts of his name. Even as they came she could still feel his cock demanding more. A cock that had yet to go soft. "Don't stop... again... take me again...make me yours..."
She was so desperate for him. That made him grin, even as he regained some semblance of control, the haze of orgasm dissipating quickly from the heat of his arousal still overwhelming him. But, she hadn't come once until he returned, just as he'd ordered, and for that she deserved a reward. And that reward wasn't, and would never be, telling him what to do.
"When I'm good an' ready," he said with a grin, sliding his hand down to rub his palm at the top of her mound. His eyes flicked up to her heated gaze and he moved his hand, taking hold of her hips with both hands to easily lift her off of his length and lay her on the bed. His hand skimmed between her legs again as he shifted to lay out on his side, body skootched down to have his head at waist level. "Firs' I got somethin' else I wanna do. Like enjoy this near virgin snatch of yers."
Tossing her head back with an excited laugh she reclined on her elbows and looked hotly into his eyes. Her legs parting in invitation, giving him the full view of her well-fucked sex. "Who am I to deny you want you want, Grimmjow-sama?"
Quirking a grin, he lowered his head to hang over her lower torso and angled it between her legs. Widening his jaw, he darted out his tongue to run and rub along the slicked folds. "Ya'd be a fool to deny me a damn thing."
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Misunderstanding the woman's sudden tension and silence, Orihime reached over to squeeze her hand tightly and gazed as solidly at the door as she could. It opened and Grimmjow came into her room. Whatever had been on his face earlier when he'd glanced at Rangiku a last time before departing was gone, making him impossible to read.
"Hour's up."
Rangiku looked at Grimmjow and studied his face. Her eyes moved down devouring every inch of his body. She pulled her gaze away and gave Orihime a smile. "I'll be fine."
Biting her lip softly, Orihime stood up from the couch as Rangiku moved for the door, the arrancar starting to turn to leave. "Wait! Um..." Biting harder on her lip, she bent in a deep bow, her hair falling forward. "Grimmjow-san! Thank you... for letting me heal her, and talk awhile...."
Ugh. Glancing over his shoulder at the girl, Grimmjow barely even looked at her and instead locked his eyes on the shinigami. All the hickeys and bite marks that lined her neck and the swells of her breasts were gone, but so was the split lip and swollen eye and every single other mark that man had put on her. Even every single tear and stain of blood was gone from her clothing.
The girl did do impressive work. But Grimmjow was hardly paying attention to her.
Oh, but right, he should be. She was spouting nonsense to him. What was that crap Ulquiorra always spewed to her? He talked about it at the Espada meetings whenever the girl's state of mind was inquired about. "Ya dun have to thank me for that. Ya know how it is, why ye'r here. It's only right ya heal her," he said, jerking his head over to the woman. The woman who was dressed exactly the same as her. "She's one of us now. Jus' like you are."
Grimmjow's words caught her by surprise. One of them? It didn't cause a fissure of fear that she supposed it did Orihime. She felt almost excited by the notion, but she quelled it, not liking where those thoughts were going. Instead she rose and went to him giving him that little smirk that seemed to both inflame and infuriate him.
That little smile did things to him. Specifically it made him want to pin her to the wall and pull down her pristine white hakama, and make sweet grey eyes go wide at seeing everything he did to the shinigami. And how it made her wild. But he, impressively, refrained. No traumatizing the chick. He'd already been to Aizen's chambers twice today, he wasn't going a third time.
"Follow," he stated sharply, turning and heading for the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl return to the couch but paid her no mind.
Orihime did indeed return to sit on the couch, giving Rangiku a final smile, as brave and reassuring as she could make it. Once the two left, she loosened the pink scarf from about her arm to twist it tightly about her hand. It could have been worse...It could have been Ichimaru who had come to retrieve her. She just had to remind herself of that.
It was sad leaving Orihime behind, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that if she played Grimmjow's game well enough and kept him interested long enough, then she would no doubt see the girl again.
Once they were out of earshot of the girl, and half way back to her room, Rangiku, looked at the man's strong back. "I haven't come yet."
That made him stop in mid step, one hand dropping out of his pocket as he turned to glance at her. That's right... He'd almost forgotten about his order to her, what with his first meeting with Aizen regarding the invaders still lurking around in the far edges of Las Noches, and then returning to find Ichimaru all over what was his, and then his second meeting with Aizen.
Turning, he moved to her to capture her against the nearest wall, his fingers pressing against her jaw line and then running down her throat. Inspecting the perfect, unblemished skin. "Oh no? Not once? Ichimaru got ta be with ya a long time.... If ye'r lyin'..."
"Like I could come while he's carving me up like a side of meat." She looked up at him lustfully, his touch making her shiver with longing as she remembered that morning and tried to forget what followed after.
Grimmjow's eyes narrowed dangerously, but he knew that his quarrel with Ichimaru was done. At least for now. Pressing the matter further could border off of Aizen's patience and amusement. "She healed ya up, didn't miss anywhere?"
Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her breasts against his chest invitingly. "Do you want to inspect me for yourself?"
He was fully aware they were still out in the hallway near her quarters, he just didn't care. Aizen had said it himself. What he'd rightfully claimed as his. The shinigami was his, even Aizen acknowledged it. No one could say a damn thing about what he did to her, or where. Not that they really could before, but even less so now.
His hand slid down the swell of her breast and pushed into the spilled open bodice, just rubbing his palm at the top of her breast as he pressed his knee between her legs to rub. "Yea... Think I jus' might."
"If you insist on playing with the garbage at least do it privately." A soft-spoken voice, tinged with disgust resonated down the hall. Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra looked away. "Be relieved that Noitra has not followed me this afternoon."
Looking up from watching the rise and fall of the woman's breasts as she gasped, Grimmjow sneered in Ulquiorra's general direction. He also lifted a hand to flip him off. He was so tempted to yank the woman's top open, convinced the other Esapda would scream and faint at the sight of breasts, but refrained. He didn't need the woman's tits broadcast to the next main chamber assembly. "Fuck off, Ulquiorra. Cry to Aizen-sama if ya don't like what I do, where I do it."
The arrancar rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "If you do not want to keep defending what is yours from others who are as like minded as you, you would take better care of your possessions. Consider yourself warned."
Rangiku looked at the young looking man and then at Grimmjow. She said nothing, but at least to her, it sounded as some sort of warning.
Dammit. Ulquiorra had a point. He really hated when he of all arrancar had a point. The last thing he needed was Noitra skeezing around, trying to nose in on his shinigami. He'd caught the words from Aizen to Ichimaru, it sounded like he was proving some point to the silver haired man. How Aizen would view yet another ownership war over the shinigami between two Esapda, both on even ground? He had no idea. And even as much as he loved a fight, he'd rather not find out.
Growling softly, Grimmjow flicked a glance over the blonde and pulled his hand from her bodice before looking over at Ulquiorra. "What are ya doin' down here anyway. Seein' the chick?"
Ulquiorra tossed a bored look at his brother and said nothing, instead simply moving down the hallway continuing on his way as if he hadn't seen something that utterly nauseated him.
Watching him go, Rangiku turned back to the man in front of her. "Not one for words is he."
Grimmjow just rolled his eyes at the shorter arrancar's departure but wasn't at all surprised. Pulling back from her, he cast a glance down the hallway and felt around, just to make sure he hadn't missed Noitra, come lurking to try to get his own 'Pet-sama', before starting down the rest of the way. "Ya just heard more than I did the first week."
If he were holding her hand rather than dragging by the wrist she would have barfed. But he wasn't so she was okay with practically trotting to keep up with the man's angry pace. By the time they arrived in her room, she was slightly breathless. There were a few questions she wanted to ask about the arrancar and the other one mentioned, but she felt it best to keep her mouth shut and let Grimmjow do as he pleased.
The door had barely finished closing and locking behind him before he was on her again, his hand back on her breast and knee between her legs as his other hand rubbed at her hip. Ulquiorra's words about better protecting his possessions lingered on his mind but he shelved it, not wanting that flat monotone voice in his head when he fucked the woman again.
At first she winced and squeezed her eyes shut, but then the touch seemed more familiar, and Grimmjow's brand of lust penetrated her initial fear. The fear wasn't completely gone though. Rangiku felt she still had much to prove to the arrancar to keep her place. The fact that she wanted to keep it at all bothered her, but it was a far better existence than none at all. However, after seeing Grimmjow's blood rage first hand, even if it was a hazy memory, she couldn't quite dampen the fright which clouded her eyes and kept the full frenzy of her primal passion at bay.
She was holding back, what the hell? She'd been just fine in the hallway-- of course, the hallway hadn't been the exact same room that Ichimaru had raped her in. Grimmjow scowled faintly and just rubbed his fingers at her hip, his leg pressed tight between hers stilling. He could just take her anyway, get her over the reservations by force. Sure she might squirm and scream, but no one would come running to her aid. The sound and sight of that before though, her thrashing and her voice gone hoarse with choked sobs and screams, had not been one that aroused him. Some struggle was all right, when she played hard to get and eventually gave in...
Frowning the arrancar pulled back from her and regarded her a moment, before stepping back completely. Without a word, even a command for her to follow, he went over to the bed and sat down on the fresh linens.
He was upset. She knew it. If she couldn't please him, he would toss her out, or worse, throw her back at Gin. She had to do this. Her life depended on it.
Taking a deep steadying breath, she pushed herself from the wall and slipped off the waraji and tabi. She began moving slowly toward Grimmjow and the bed. Her eyes glowing with seductive intent. Once she untied the sash of her hakama they fell down her long legs with a faint whisper. She stepped slowly from them and continued, her hand clasping the zipper pull and slowly bringing it down until it parted. As she walked she rolled one shoulder and then the other until finally the woman stood completely naked in the wide V of Grimmjow's legs.
Joined at the bed by the woman, Grimmjow shifted back a bit more on the edge of the bed and reached out to set his hand on her hip. He gave a slight tug toward himself to guide her to straddle over him, but other than that didn't make a single move with his hands or mouth to her body. Even though the sight of her made him ravenous, all of that creamy soft skin perfect and untouched, every bite and nail mark healed away.
Though she wanted to, she didn't do as he immediately wanted. Up until now, this man had either come to her clothed or naked by his own hand. With this being a life or death situation, Rangiku knew she needed to do more than just comply with his demands, she needed to foresee his need. And right now, he needed to be naked.
Her hands reached out with a slight tremble and pushed his jacket from his shoulders, caressing his chest and sinewy arms as she did. Her gaze never left his save for when she pulled his head between her breasts to pull the jacket off his arms. She stepped back only slightly and dropped to a squat as she untied his sash and worked the hakama down his legs and footwear from his feet. Only when she was done, did she move to straddle him and seat herself on his lap.
The heat from her body was scorching, he had the thought especially as he shifted up from the bed a bit to push his hakama down to pool on the floor, to just wrap his hands around the slenderness of her waist and reseat her and impale her on his lap. She was already primed and ready, he could see the slickness of her body darkening the trimmed hairs around her pussy. And his own erection was rigid and insistent against her inner thigh but he didn't make a move, his rare bit of self control sending a shiver through him.
Leaning forward and dipping his head, his lips brushed hers to take her lower lip between his and sucked at it. "Make me wanna fuck you. I'm not gonna 'til ya do," he murmured softly with her lip still between his, his tongue running over the plump bit of pink flesh.
Rangiku shivered and closed her eyes, leaning toward him with desire. The rough gravelly voice echoing with menacing threat. It wasn't until she heard that voice, so thick with his own desire, that she realized she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was that realization that made her fear go away.
Tipping her head down and clasping his face, she kissed him hard on the lips, challenge and lust burning in it. Rangiku maneuvered her hips and found the tip of his cock easily enough. Her hips rolled and let the tip bump and slide in her drenched and slick folds. The soft, pillowy mounds of her breast pressed against his collarbone, the hard nipples rigid like small pebbles against his flesh.
So, was she ready to be fucked properly yet? Sweet gods... He could only hope her hang up very quickly passed so he could drive into her without sending her into a corner like a frightened mouse, scared and pale. A low groan rumbled from his lips and he kissed her back, his hands going into her hair and knotting the strands about his fingers. His lips on her were hungry and he shifted his hips, but only to let his erection slip from the tease of her body to rub the shaft up and down the folds of tender, wet flesh. He'd said he wouldn't yet screw her until she made him fully want to, his own way of putting the control of the pace in her hands without giving up complete control of this. He was a man of his word. He just very seldom ever gave it.
Breaking the kiss, Rangiku pulled herself back a bit, but still maintained the slow roll of her hips. One hand had moved from his face to slip between her legs. While down there she gave his cock a few strokes, but her intent was the scalding wet hole. She pushed two fingers inside herself with a shivery groan and extracted them after moment. Holding the two fingers before the male she grinned before smearing the fingers across a nipple and offering it to him.
His head came down to let his mouth greedily suck at her fingers, licking off every single drop of fluid and letting his tongue rasp over her nails and the tender bit of flesh between her fingers as he sucked them all the way into his mouth. The bit of fluid smeared on her fingers was just a taste and made him want more, direct from the source, but for now he grinned around her fingers and let them slip from his mouth, head dropping to draw the nipple between his teeth and lave it with his tongue.
She closed her teeth over her lower lip and purred with delight. While she watched Grimmjow suckle her breast, she dipped her fingers back into her sex. This time rather than offer the dripping digits to the male, she licked them herself, sucking them slowly just as she would his cock.
His gaze lifted even as his mouth stayed on her breast, sliding over from the pert of her nipple to the baby soft flesh just at her valley of her cleavage. There had been a good sized hickey right here, that rubbed against her other breast every time they bounced, that definitely needed replacing. "Ya gonna finger yerself, or jus' tease yerself with 'em?"
"I'd much prefer your cock, if you must know." She pressed her damp lips to his as her sex hovered over his in perfect alignment, just needed that little bit of thrust to fully penetrate.
"Guess I could fuck ya now," he murmured softly as his eyes closed into slits, his thumb running over her lower lip and pinching it slightly before he took it into her mouth and then kissed her more fully. Hips hovering so close to his, the heat of her body tempting and promising, he finally let his hips thrust up to push into her.
The moment was perfect bliss except for the searing pain that blinded her momentarily and made her scream in agony. What the hell, it hadn't hurt yesterday. Now it felt way too big like he was trying to shove a melon into her pussy. In fact, she hadn't felt this much pain during sex since her first time.
Dammit what the hell. He'd wanted a moan, not a scream, especially not a scream like the one she surely made earlier today when Ichimaru had touched and sullied what was his. His hips rubbed against hers and he frowned, feeling some sort of thin resistance in the vice-like tightness. There was only one explanation. Dammit. He was killing the chick. Her healing was useless, obviously only surface level. Sure she was better to look at now but she was still all... broken. He growled softly and was caught between fucking her anyway and pulling out. "She was supposed ta fix ya..."
She could have laughed and she did only briefly until the pain seized her briefly. "She did fix me though. She just took it a bit too far." Giggling softly, she caressed his face and pressed soft kisses to his face and lips hoping to appease him. "If it makes you feel any better, when Gin took my virginity it didn't hurt nearly as much." The pain ebbed slowly but it still burned a bit, but Rangiku's desire was still returning. Enough to tempt him a bit. "Think of it this way. You get to train my cunt to know only you..." she whispered breathlessly into his ear before sucking the lobe into her mouth.
His eyes went a bit blank and then widened. Wait a minute was she saying she was a VIRGIN again? How the fuck was that possi-- oh right. It was like Aizen had said, pure 'event rejection'. The chick had reverted the woman back to a previous state, before Ichimaru had touched her. Way before Ichimaru had touched her.
Knowing that the pain she felt wasn't due to some lingering pain of Ichimaru's cock being shoved in her brought Grimmjow back to the moment and he rocked his hips against her, pushing in with a bit of slowness to break the bit of resistance barring him. His arm wrapped loosely about her, keeping her firmly on his lap. "Tha's right... He ain't ever touchin' ya again."
No, never again. That was certain. Kissing him as he moved fully inside her, she winced and bit his lip as the bit of flesh tore and finally broke. It was extremely uncomfortable for a few moments. Rangiku honestly didn't remember it feeling this intense. True, Gin lacked Grimmjow's girth, but it was going to be an interesting learning experience. She let the discomfort fade before moving her hips to roll slowly, testing how much she could endure.
It was quite frustrating to have a fully matured libido but her body that of a woman much less experienced. She wanted him badly, but the tightness of her virgin sex made it challenging. "Um... this might be... easier to take if I'm laying down..."
Laying down huh? Damn. He'd have to fuck her again sometime with her astride his lap, so he could leave his face buried against her chest, nipping and suckling ever little mark he'd put on her skin back into existence. He could handle that though. He had all the time he liked with her.
Placing a hand on her hip, he gave a final nip to her breast and let the edge of his mask grate against her puckered nipple. Shifting but staying in her, he twisted them to put her back down on the bed, his knee hitting the mattress and holding himself there. To the fact that he obliged her request, he gave no words, only a mild shrug, not about to admit he really had no idea how to fuck a virgin. At least, comfortably, for them both.
Everything felt natural once she was on her back. Though it still felt a bit awkward it was infinitely more tolerable than before. A shame too, she rather enjoyed riding him. She smirked up at him as her hand went to his cock and fondled his sack. Though her body might feel like that of a virgin, she was anything but.
His eyes drifted shut halfway once more at her touch, her maddening touches spurring him to start thrusting into her. The thrusts were light at first, a smirk touching his lips as more of his cock was pressed against her hand than wrapped by her pussy as he pulled out and plunged back in. He co-- wouldn't give her the outright pounding he wanted, not yet. "Ye'r mine," he growled softly in her ear, tongue curling on her earlobe, his shoulders rolling and strong back rippling with each slow thrust as he held himself over her. "Mine an' no one else's."
There was the confirmation she needed. For now she was safe. He still wanted her. Rangiku arched toward him, relishing the feel of his organ inside her stamping his claim on her, making her his. Her hand continued to stroke his organ as it pumped her own.
She smiled up at his possessiveness. From him it sounded more of a command than a threat which made her only want please him more. Pressing closer to him, she whispered huskily in his ear. "My body wants no other Grimmjow-sama."
His mouth caught with hers, tongue clashing with its mate, for a wicked kiss. His strokes into her delved a bit deeper, his hand cupping her hip to tip her just so. She always liked it when her body was angled that way, always squirmed and clenched around him and gasped just so when he drove in all the way at this angle. If Ichimaru somehow fucked that up, he was hunting him down. Later. "Good... Ya know if ya'd wanted a single thing he did ta ya... I woulda killed ya both..."
Only Grimmjow Jaggerjack would consider this proper pillow talk.
"Never again..." Now that her body had adjusted, she began moving more naturally, wildly. With a soft growl of her own, she summoned her strength and rolled them over so she was on top.
Rangiku tossed her head back triumphantly before falling forward on hands and knees. "Only your cock for my pussy. Show me how you want it."
At the shift, he planted his hand down on the bed to lift himself a bit, using the recline of his body as leverage to better thrust in and out of her. His thrusts were harder and deeper, demanding more from the woman's body as soon as her own motions turned more wicked and he knew she could take it without whimpering in pain.
His other hand reached out, taking hold of her face and turning it to his. His fingers cupped her smooth cheek, thumb running along her soft lower lip and inside her mouth to run along the edge of her teeth. "Don't take yer eyes off'a me, not once."
Her laugh was soft. Of anything he could ask of her, that was likely the thing she enjoyed the most, though she would never admit it. Even with the bony white mask covering the side of his face he was viciously attractive. The epitome of what every woman wanted in her ideal bad boy.
She bit his thumb and sucked it into her mouth. Hands on his pecs she leveraged herself to allow her to bounce her hips up and down as if she were galloping wildly on a horse. At first she went easy, testing him and her own body, but quickly desire and lust won out and she spurred herself on to bounce as hard as she could.
She had deliciously sharp little teeth, the bite causing a bit of blood to ooze on his thumb as she sucked it into her mouth. Whether she meant to or not didn't matter. He didn't care. The pain hardly lessened his pleasure any, especially as she started bouncing her body atop his, lifting and lowering herself hard and fast on his cock. The slick slide of her body on his and the wet friction causing him to grit his teeth and release a hiss.
Her legs were starting to burn from the vigor of her bouncing. Soon she switched to seating herself fully astride him and moving back and forth. While she did that, she straightened and draped her arms over her head collecting her hair in the process. Rangiku let her lower body do all the work.
Pulling his thumb from her mouth, he ran his hand down, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. A trail of blood that he leaned forward to lick from her flushed skin, his tongue going over her chin and throat and the top of her breast. The red tinge of blood had a metallic sweet taste, mixed with the salty sweat of her skin. The only thing that could make her taste better would be if she was covered in his semen, the thick fluids tickling over her skin. Groaning softly at the path of his thoughts, he wrapped his arm about her waist to yank her up tight against him, her breasts pressing flat against his chest, and buried in deep as thick jets of fluids emptied into her with a series of short pumps into her.
The heat that filled her was quite enough to send her over the edge. The twitching and jerking of his cock surging inside her made her mad for him. The shinigami cried out in ecstasy, filling the room with short bursts of his name. Even as they came she could still feel his cock demanding more. A cock that had yet to go soft. "Don't stop... again... take me again...make me yours..."
She was so desperate for him. That made him grin, even as he regained some semblance of control, the haze of orgasm dissipating quickly from the heat of his arousal still overwhelming him. But, she hadn't come once until he returned, just as he'd ordered, and for that she deserved a reward. And that reward wasn't, and would never be, telling him what to do.
"When I'm good an' ready," he said with a grin, sliding his hand down to rub his palm at the top of her mound. His eyes flicked up to her heated gaze and he moved his hand, taking hold of her hips with both hands to easily lift her off of his length and lay her on the bed. His hand skimmed between her legs again as he shifted to lay out on his side, body skootched down to have his head at waist level. "Firs' I got somethin' else I wanna do. Like enjoy this near virgin snatch of yers."
Tossing her head back with an excited laugh she reclined on her elbows and looked hotly into his eyes. Her legs parting in invitation, giving him the full view of her well-fucked sex. "Who am I to deny you want you want, Grimmjow-sama?"
Quirking a grin, he lowered his head to hang over her lower torso and angled it between her legs. Widening his jaw, he darted out his tongue to run and rub along the slicked folds. "Ya'd be a fool to deny me a damn thing."
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