Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ STOLEN TREASURE ❯ Chapter 8
[ 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: 5.1K | Visits: 584 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 584 | Status: Completed
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"Good..." His hand dragged down her arm and back up again, nails leaving light pink impressions in their wake, and he twisted the leash a bit and drew up his hand. The motion forced her to tip her head back and he dipped his own to press a suckling kiss to her throat and then her lips. "I'd haveta bind yer reiatsu if ya did that, among other things. Ya wouldn't like how we do it."
She trembled incapable of speech for the moment. Desire coiled tightly inside her waiting for permission to release itself. Her hands went to his belly, splaying themselves around his hole. Her thumbs slid along the fleshy edges of it, rimming it, pressing it, trying to find some means of fueling his lust.
Oh so she didn't want to talk did she? Grimmjow smirked softly and reached down to take the book that had been tucked into her arm. He tossed it with seeming carelessness to a chair nearby, but his aqua eyes watched to make sure the token from Aizen landed carefully before devoting his full attention back to her. The smirk turned into a full grin and he nudged her pawing, splaying hand away, stepping his body back away from hers and walking backwards to the bed.
She watched him move away from her with an unholy fire burning in her eyes. For a moment she stayed right where she was and didn't move until she felt the delicious tugging at the leash. Her feet moved slowly until she stood before Grimmjow, ready and needing anything he might do to her.
He growled softly as she finally came to stand in front of him again, her newfound stubbornness and moment of rebellion irritating him. But also causing a surge of blood through him, downward, that was hotter than any flood of adrenaline. His hand fell upon her waist and he yanked her up against him, still not letting go of the leash. "Mine," he muttered in a low tone before his lips claimed hers, tongue invading her mouth to start enjoying and taking what was his. Rightfully his.
The moment his lips crashed down on hers, her hands moved to the opening of her jacket. The zipper flustered in her fingers, but suddenly with a groan she simply tore it open, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Immediately they collided with his chest, hard nipples scraping against the muscular torso. Her hands then dug up and into his hair, hungrily returning his kiss, starving as if it had been days instead of just hours.
Hot, wet, and hungry. Those three words right now completely described the woman, and at this point in time, she was little else, other than 'his'. He shifted his arm holding the leash to let it drop down over the front of her torso, dragging the leather between her breasts and rubbing the flat of it against her taut nipples. Once kissing and once she'd surrounded to his mouth, he started stepping back towards the bed and pulling her along. He'd seen that rosy skin and golden blonde hair a dozen times laid out for him against pure white sheets. He wanted to see her against black silk, black as sin, and the darkness she was willingly stepping into.
That was the best part of a leash. The random tugging and pulling as she rubbed against him. Her tongue moved all over his lips, chin, and jaw. She would do nothing else until he asked or demanded. He was in full control over her, his room, his rules, his pet. Anything he asked for, he would get.
The back of his legs hit the edge of the round bed and he looped his arm about her waist, not breaking the kiss as he hoisted her up and pivoted to face the bed. He set her down on it, letting her kneel on it as he stayed standing beside it and his hands moved to push the white garment from her shoulders, letting it fall and pool against the black sheets. He broke the kiss, gazing at her before smirking softly. "Hands an' knees, an' turn around."
Rangiku remained kneeling long enough to pull the hakama off and kick them away. Sliding back to the center of the bed, she let him look his fill at her wearing only the tiny white thong made nearly invisible by increasing moisture of her arousal. After a few moments, she grinned and rolled over onto her belly before pushing herself up on her hands and knees as instructed. Arching her back and keeping her knees far apart, she showed off her hungry wet sex to him.
His hold on the leash never dropped, though he did loosen it to let the length of it grow slack as she moved on the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothes for him. His tongue moved over his lips as she positioned herself, ass soft, ripe, and round in the air, that little strip of white between her buttocks and across the top hardly hiding a thing. So that's what Noitra walked in and saw, and he didn't take a bite? Maybe the other Espada had more self-control than Grimmjow gave him credit for.
He still would have fucking killed him if he had though.
Climbing onto the bed behind her, he slid his hand between her legs to rub and tease at her slickness through the little swatch of fabric. He tugged and pulled at it, not yet letting his fingers touch her damp flesh, only touching her through the thin, wet fabric. Dipping his head down with a grin, he bit and sucked at one of her buttocks.
Her hands clenched in the sheets as she squirmed and wiggled and squealed. She rocked and swayed her hips as Grimmjow toyed with her body. Gods how she wanted him and he knew it. She'd never been this aroused before, this wet.
Rangiku looked at the man over her shoulder and grinned wickedly. She reached back and grabbed the other ass cheek and pulled it to the side, spreading herself and letting him see just how needy she was.
His mouth moved down as she squirmed against him, tongue sliding along the shallow crevice between her buttocks. His fingers tugged a bit at the fabric of her thong, pulling it aside to let nothing stand between her flesh and his mouth. The tip of his tongue grazed the sweet little pucker before moving further down, lapping at her parted flesh before tugging the underwear aside and jabbing his tongue into her. She was so fucking wet... A low growl purred from his lips and he pressed his face further between her legs, the jagged hardness of his mask pressing against her inner thigh.
His tongue in her sex was easily one of the most satisfying sensations ever, second to his cock. Rangiku writhed and moaned as he tongued her, passion rising with every jab of the wet muscle. It was good. He was good, and she was an utter slave to it. However it wasn't enough, and with every thrust of her hips closer to his face, it became apparent that she needed more.
Some other time he'd have to stay down here and continue doing what he was doing for a long period of time, just to hear her. The erotic sounds of her moans, so close to begging and pleading for him... he ate it up. But right now, he wanted it just as much as she did, and had since he saw her eyes light up with lust at seeing the collar.
Giving one or two more jabs of his tongue, and a flick of it across her clit, he pulled his head up and straightened, kneeling fully behind her. Taking hold of the leash once more and just holding it loosely, he palmed her backside and slid into her in a smooth motion. The faintest groan fell as he thrust into her slick heat, hand tightening and his nails digging against the tender flesh of her upper thigh.
She roared with the perfection of it. His cock inside her where she needed it most. Her body tightened around it pulling it deeper within her. Slowly, Rangiku rolled her hips, her sex gripping him and suckling him like her greedy mouth would. She was almost envious, wanting to feel that stiff rod against her lip, but this was so much better.
He pitched forward slightly as she drew him deeper in, pressing his chest completely up against her back. He started a slow grind into her, his fingers tightening on the leash and wrapping it about his hand to pull her up and claim her lips as he leaned his head over her shoulder.
Reaching back she grabbed his ass and held him tight against her body. The collar in combination with their position was perfect. It made her wild. It freed her in so many delicious ways. Between kisses she gasped for a harder fuck, faster. When he broke the kiss to do just that she showed her appreciation with a smirk as her hand slid over her own ass, and her middle finger slid fully into tight ring of puckered flesh.
She really did have a delectable ass. Perfect for this position, for pounding, for suckling, for biting, the perfect fit up against his groin. And judging from the way she writhed and bucked up against him now, perfect for being fingered and played with. His hand slid over her hip, thumb rubbing over the smooth roundness of her ass as he pounded harder into her, his grip on the leash tight and keeping her body angled to let him thrust hard into her and not force her hand away.
Rangiku was a ball of greedy desire and lust. Every thrust of his cock and tug of the collar brought her closer to satisfaction. She looked at his face, transfixed by the digit sliding in and out of her own ass. Extracting it slowly, she pulled Grimmjow's hand toward it before sliding her finger back in with a sexy wiggle and a little purr of delight to accompany it.
She was just deliciously dirty today, wasn't she? It had to be the collar and leash. It was something he'd have to adorn her with more often if this was how she reacted, not just when leading her through the hallways of Las Noches and then being too hot to pause and take it off. His finger slid into her alongside her own, pushing in shallowly as her own thrust in deeper, the motions in time with the thrusts of his length against her.
His pale blue eyes stayed gazing downward, the wiggle of her body just drawing his attention back to the gentle swell of her buttock and that creamy, unblemished flesh. Sweet flesh that Noitra's leering gaze had looked upon just that day. If he was going to keep her in here, it would happen again. Some of the other Espada respected privacy, others did not. And he did like the idea of her wearing little other than the thongs while in his bed.
Leaning forward with a wicked grin, he pressed the length of the leather leash against her mouth to let her bite down on it and released it. "This is gonna hurt," he murmured softly, cupping his freed hand against her backside as he shifted his thrusts to rub the shaft of his cock against her clit.
The loss of his dick made her groan and whimper in protest. Even though his finger was still working her ass along side hers she still needed more. The way his hand smoothed over the curve of her backside and the warning, made her shiver. Was he going to start spanking her? The mere thought of it made her instantly wetter and nearly come as she waited for the first stinging slap.
It was no stinging slap of a spank that came after his warning but rather a slow burning sensation. A slight glow emanated from his hand cupped against her buttock as he gathered the same energy for a cero, keeping it controlled and burning it against her flesh. Aizen had used some sort of wordless kidou, just a slight motion of his fingers as he pressed them against the flesh of his newly ranked Espada to mark them, the number searing in deep. Well Grimmjow could hardly use kidou, but a cero would just as well for the arrancar to mark his shinigami as his.
She bit down on the leather and screamed. The scent of her own flesh burning filled the room. The effect of the cero on her skin was dizzying. The pure negative reiatsu mixing and forever influencing her own. She had never experienced such mind numbing pain before, yet even as the pain flowed, she could feel the other reaction shuddering just below the surface. Her orgasm gripped her hard, mixing with the agony of being branded and turning her into quivering mass of need.
Her body clenched and spasmed around his finger and he grit his teeth, now very glad he'd pulled out of her. If her body had locked down on his dick, he would have made quite a mess of her backside. His hand between her legs trembled but he kept the other one steady, continuing his thrusts against her soaked, quivering flesh. His arm tensed and he held the cero energy gathered in his palm a moment more before letting it disperse and moved his hand away to survey his work. There on the curve of her backside, smaller than his own but very prominent, was a burned six to match his own. The sight of his rank on her, and her hardly protesting the branding, nearly made him come on the spot but he just pushed back into her to continue his thrusts into her tight heat.
"There... Now anyone who might see ya how they shouldn't will know ye'r mine..."
When he slid back inside her, she came again and several more times with every thrust. She withdrew her finger and brought it between her legs and caressed his cock as he fucked her. She wanted to feel the heat of his come inside her which branded her as his just as much as the fresh mark on her ass did.
Soft groans and pants fell from his lips as he thrust hard into her spasming tightness, his finger still pushed into her and prodding past the tight ring of muscle. His hand, still warm from the cero beam energy he'd collected, moved up to gather the leash in his hand again. Her finger running down the inside of his cock coupled with a tight spasm around him drew him over the edge, growling out as his hips slammed against her to pump out the fluids into her.
She arched and tossed her head back with a scream, welcoming the liquid fire of his semen as he came. Her hips bucked and her sex tightened and sucked him in deeply, need to feel all of that inside her. It wasn't much longer before she fell forward and let the top half of her body relax breathlessly against the bed.
His hips jerked into her a final time with a low growl deep in his throat, the deep haze of his orgasmic bliss slowly fading and clearing off. Fingers flexing, he slowly withdrew the one from buried deep in her body and skimmed his hand over the slope of her back. He regarded her there, bowed down on the bed on her hands and knees, his mark on her pale and dribbling down her thighs and dark and raw against her skin. Smirking softly, he moved his hand down to smack the unmarked buttock before pulling out and falling to lay on his back on the bed next to her.
She gave a soft little purr and stretched out her limbs and lay beside him. Glancing over her shoulder at her ass, she studied the angry red burn still bleeding and blistering. "I'm not going to be able to sit for days you know."
"Yea. I know. It'll heal," he replied back flatly, her discomfort sounding like it was the last thing on his mind. Reaching over, he grabbed the end of the leash to just idly play with the end of it with his fingers. Turning his head to look at her, he smirked softly and followed her gaze down. His back had been the same, the first time the number was placed on his flesh. His had healed. "What'dya need ta sit for, anyway?"
"Ch. Plenty!" she smirked and rolled over onto her good side to face him. "I need to be able to sit on your lap for one."
"How often do ya sit on my lap with your ass facin' me, woman?" he snorted softly, not seeing the problem here. She'd just have to lay on her tummy while sleeping, or laze on him with her breasts pressed against his chest. Really not seeing a problem here.
"You haven't asked me yet, but I hear it's a nice position for fuckin'" She smirked and reached down to stroke between his legs. "Can't take me on my back easily either."
"There are plenty'a other positions I can fuck ya in."
"Hmm... true enough."
He smirked softly and drifted his hand over her breasts and up to her throat, sliding along the edge of the black collar against her light skin. Hrm, good, even with all of that tugging to the leash it hadn't rubbed her skin raw.
She moaned softly as he touched the collar. Her hands moved up from his groin to caress his arms. "And just what are you planning to do with me now?"
Do...? Oh, right. Usually at this point, he'd screw her again, bathe, sleep, or take his leave of her. But seeing as they were now in his room, he could hardly just leave her to her own devices. And he had no intentions of returning her to her cell. He couldn't keep proper watch over her with her there. He understood the notion of keeping ones belongings close to them. She'd originally been brought here for Ichimaru, and had been in that cell for days without visitors, far from Ichimaru's squinty eyed gaze.
And look what that had gotten the man.
His belonging stolen.
He shrugged softly and touched his fingers over her collar again, removing the leash and tossing it over to hit a chair across the room. "Already did what I had planned fer ya, fer awhile at least."
Grimmjow's words confused her. If he was just going to screw her and leave her alone he could have just left her in her cell. Yet he made no move to take her back. In fact, now that she thought about it, they'd brought the book as well. Did he have any intention of taking her back? It didn't seem like it. Especially since he'd removed the leash.
Well if she was going to be his live in pet, she might as well earn her keep. "Since there doesn't seem to be anything you wish to do with me, perhaps you'd like me to do something to you?"
He didn't really have any needs to be seen to... Not at the moment at least. His desire had been slaked, for awhile. His claim had been placed. His eyes swept over her again, his head cocking to the side as he regarded the burned number into her flesh. "Guess there is one thing I should get taken care of," he said and shifted on the bed to sit up. Reaching down, he adjusted his pulled down hakama over his groin. Lifting his hand, he snapped to summon his personal attendant and plucked her top from the bed, handing it to her.
The door didn't even open when the servant appeared at the Espada's chambers, only giving a soft knock.
"Get one'a the healers."
Rangiku did her best to climb off the bed and rise. She eyed him peculiarly as she shrugged the top on and zipped it to his preferred level. There he was being nice to her again. It was certainly confusing when he did. She said nothing though and simply filed it away as yet another reason she didn't mind being his possession.
The arrancar was silent as he awaited the arrival of one of Las Noches healers, moving over to rest his hands on the ledge of the window and gazing out at the dead landscape. There was once again a knock and this time the door opened, and in stepped a slender arrancar with a mask over half of her face, wearing the usual long sleeve white attire all of the palace servants did.
"Jaggerjack-sama...."
Tossing a glance over his shoulder, he quirked a brow when he saw the other arrancar completely ignoring the existence of his... guest, and appraising him to see the extent of his injuries. He scoffed faintly and jerked his thumb to point at the blonde. "Not me. Her."
The process was strange and not unlike that of the fourth divisions. The only difference being the reiatsu being used to heal her and the result. Rather than pink scarred flesh, her skin now bore a blackened mark of Grimmjow's seis. It was much smaller and the script not as elaborate, but it was there. It delighted her.
In her deepest heart of hearts, she had always hoped Gin would claim her as such. He never had. His claim had been kept through violence. Though Grimmjow had fought to retain her, she was now publicly branded as his property. It made her feel safe in this uncertain place. She was still subject to the whims of Aizen, but at least she was somewhat safe from the other arrancar.
"The process is complete, Jaggerjack-sama."
Grimmjow had continued looking out the window throughout the whole process, not all that fond of the arrancar healers. Every time he'd had to see them to be bandaged, he'd sat there for the duration just growling and bristling. Bandaging up his wounds had just reminded him of the fights he'd been in, having fun with, that someone had come along and interrupted. Tousen, and Ulquiorra. He hadn't wanted to be bandaged. He'd wanted both times to release his zanpakuto and continue the fight.
Bah.
He was going to get himself worked up thinking about it, especially knowing that the orange haired brat shinigami was here, somewhere.
Knowing that the healer was awaiting his approval before departing, he turned and stepped back to look at her work. She removed the last little compress, soaking up and cleaning away the blood from the now scarred in burn, and he quirked a brow. It wasn't as intricate as the number on his back, but that was fine, he wasn't trying to replicate his rank on her, only mirror the marking.
He gave a slight nod. "Yea, that'll do. Ye'r dismissed."
"Thank you, Jaggerjack-sama."
When the woman left, she tossed a glance at Grimmjow before moving to one of the mirrors. She turned around and studied the new mark, poking and pulling it a bit. It was still a bit tender, but at least it no longer felt as if it were still charring her skin.
Moving across the room to the chair, Grimmjow picked up the book and set it on the arm, and draped the leash over the arm as well. Throwing himself into the chair with his usual casual lack of grace and indifference, he smirked and looked over at her. "I think ya like yer new mark."
Rangiku looked across the room at him with slight venom in her gaze. She was annoyed to have been seen admiring it, but it couldn't be helped. She did kinda like it. "There was a time a very long time ago, that I wanted it to be a three."
Three? Oh that was right, Aizen had told them that Ichimaru had once been captain of the 3rd division in the Gotei 13. "Ya wouldn't want it to be three now," he said with a mild grin. "Ya dun wanna know who Tercera is."
"I'll find out soon enough though, won't I." She smirked in return and walked over to him. Once there she turned and jutted her ass out slightly to let the man look. "Well? Does it please you?"
His hand lifted to palm her unblemished cheek, thumb rubbing between her legs and brushing at her sex as his mouth fell to suckle at the tender, sore flesh. "I like it jus' fine," he said, squeezing the buttock and grinning up at her as he turned his head up to look at her. "Ya know ye'r a bit'a masochist? Comin' like that while I did this to ya..."
Her eyes became a dark smoky blue as she looked at him while he touched her. She wasted little time in hooking her thumbs in the thin bands of the panties and pushing them down. "What can I say? There is pleasure to be had in pain. Timed just right it can be the best feeling ever."
Taking hold of the thin white band, he tugged the thong down the rest of the way and went back to biting and sucking across her ass. "Guess that li'l quirk'a yers explains why ya wanted a three marked on ya. Ya said yeste'day ya hate Ichimaru."
"I didn't always," she replied with a shrug before her hand slid into his hair. The other hand pulled apart her top and removed it so once again she stood nude before Grimmjow.
"When didja..." he murmured softly, words muffled against her flesh as he traced his tongue over the curved lines of the seis. His hands traversing up and down her body, one going up to possessively fondle one of her breasts. He couldn't even have stated why he was asking about Ichimaru, other than the fact that Ichimaru and Tousen were two mysteries about Aizen none of the arrancar would really figure out. Even with what the man had told him. And that audience with Aizen in the main chamber, with Ichimaru there... The words passed between them had been rather eye opening.
This was certainly odd talk to be having during sex. She didn't question it though. If he wanted to know the past of the man he'd stolen her from, then she would give him any answer he wanted. "When I was younger, before he became captain. Before his ambitions got the better of him."
"Before he chose Aizen-sama over ya...?" The two paths thing Aizen had mentioned had been on Grimmjow's mind ever sine he heard it. He dared not ask a damn thing about it to Aizen though. It was just by chance he heard what seemed more like a private conversation between the two. So maybe she could answer some of his curiosities about his creator and his eccentric partner.
Rangiku turned to face him and studied his gaze quietly before lowering herself to his lap. If he wanted to know more about Gin, then she was going to be comfortable while telling him. "He tried to have us both for a while, but in the end he chose to keep him in the light rather than pull me into the shadows with him."
Accepting her into his arms as she lowered herself down into the chair, his mouth instantly attached itself to her neck. Suckling and licking at her tender skin just at the edges of the collar, flesh rubbed a bit by the black leather. "An' ya woulda?"
She rolled her shoulder in a shrug and sighed. It was getting difficult to continue talking about Gin while he so easily enflamed her lust. "Maybe, I don't know. I wasn't given the choice."
His hands weren't working at making this conversation any easier for her, going about her and one skimming up the flat of her stomach to her breasts again to pinch at a nipple. Aizen's words rang in his ear, that he'd warned the man he couldn't have both with this path, whatever exactly that meant. Maybe Ichimaru hadn't been given the choice either. That though, he was going to keep to himself. He just grunted softly in reply, lips going up her smooth jaw to tug at her earlobe.
Her head tipped back, enjoying his touch and his mouth on her. Any further talk of Gin was lost without further prompting by the arrancar. With his busy mouth and hands, she didn't want to talk about her ex much either. She simply wanted to be pulled under Grimmjow's spell yet again.
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She trembled incapable of speech for the moment. Desire coiled tightly inside her waiting for permission to release itself. Her hands went to his belly, splaying themselves around his hole. Her thumbs slid along the fleshy edges of it, rimming it, pressing it, trying to find some means of fueling his lust.
Oh so she didn't want to talk did she? Grimmjow smirked softly and reached down to take the book that had been tucked into her arm. He tossed it with seeming carelessness to a chair nearby, but his aqua eyes watched to make sure the token from Aizen landed carefully before devoting his full attention back to her. The smirk turned into a full grin and he nudged her pawing, splaying hand away, stepping his body back away from hers and walking backwards to the bed.
She watched him move away from her with an unholy fire burning in her eyes. For a moment she stayed right where she was and didn't move until she felt the delicious tugging at the leash. Her feet moved slowly until she stood before Grimmjow, ready and needing anything he might do to her.
He growled softly as she finally came to stand in front of him again, her newfound stubbornness and moment of rebellion irritating him. But also causing a surge of blood through him, downward, that was hotter than any flood of adrenaline. His hand fell upon her waist and he yanked her up against him, still not letting go of the leash. "Mine," he muttered in a low tone before his lips claimed hers, tongue invading her mouth to start enjoying and taking what was his. Rightfully his.
The moment his lips crashed down on hers, her hands moved to the opening of her jacket. The zipper flustered in her fingers, but suddenly with a groan she simply tore it open, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Immediately they collided with his chest, hard nipples scraping against the muscular torso. Her hands then dug up and into his hair, hungrily returning his kiss, starving as if it had been days instead of just hours.
Hot, wet, and hungry. Those three words right now completely described the woman, and at this point in time, she was little else, other than 'his'. He shifted his arm holding the leash to let it drop down over the front of her torso, dragging the leather between her breasts and rubbing the flat of it against her taut nipples. Once kissing and once she'd surrounded to his mouth, he started stepping back towards the bed and pulling her along. He'd seen that rosy skin and golden blonde hair a dozen times laid out for him against pure white sheets. He wanted to see her against black silk, black as sin, and the darkness she was willingly stepping into.
That was the best part of a leash. The random tugging and pulling as she rubbed against him. Her tongue moved all over his lips, chin, and jaw. She would do nothing else until he asked or demanded. He was in full control over her, his room, his rules, his pet. Anything he asked for, he would get.
The back of his legs hit the edge of the round bed and he looped his arm about her waist, not breaking the kiss as he hoisted her up and pivoted to face the bed. He set her down on it, letting her kneel on it as he stayed standing beside it and his hands moved to push the white garment from her shoulders, letting it fall and pool against the black sheets. He broke the kiss, gazing at her before smirking softly. "Hands an' knees, an' turn around."
Rangiku remained kneeling long enough to pull the hakama off and kick them away. Sliding back to the center of the bed, she let him look his fill at her wearing only the tiny white thong made nearly invisible by increasing moisture of her arousal. After a few moments, she grinned and rolled over onto her belly before pushing herself up on her hands and knees as instructed. Arching her back and keeping her knees far apart, she showed off her hungry wet sex to him.
His hold on the leash never dropped, though he did loosen it to let the length of it grow slack as she moved on the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothes for him. His tongue moved over his lips as she positioned herself, ass soft, ripe, and round in the air, that little strip of white between her buttocks and across the top hardly hiding a thing. So that's what Noitra walked in and saw, and he didn't take a bite? Maybe the other Espada had more self-control than Grimmjow gave him credit for.
He still would have fucking killed him if he had though.
Climbing onto the bed behind her, he slid his hand between her legs to rub and tease at her slickness through the little swatch of fabric. He tugged and pulled at it, not yet letting his fingers touch her damp flesh, only touching her through the thin, wet fabric. Dipping his head down with a grin, he bit and sucked at one of her buttocks.
Her hands clenched in the sheets as she squirmed and wiggled and squealed. She rocked and swayed her hips as Grimmjow toyed with her body. Gods how she wanted him and he knew it. She'd never been this aroused before, this wet.
Rangiku looked at the man over her shoulder and grinned wickedly. She reached back and grabbed the other ass cheek and pulled it to the side, spreading herself and letting him see just how needy she was.
His mouth moved down as she squirmed against him, tongue sliding along the shallow crevice between her buttocks. His fingers tugged a bit at the fabric of her thong, pulling it aside to let nothing stand between her flesh and his mouth. The tip of his tongue grazed the sweet little pucker before moving further down, lapping at her parted flesh before tugging the underwear aside and jabbing his tongue into her. She was so fucking wet... A low growl purred from his lips and he pressed his face further between her legs, the jagged hardness of his mask pressing against her inner thigh.
His tongue in her sex was easily one of the most satisfying sensations ever, second to his cock. Rangiku writhed and moaned as he tongued her, passion rising with every jab of the wet muscle. It was good. He was good, and she was an utter slave to it. However it wasn't enough, and with every thrust of her hips closer to his face, it became apparent that she needed more.
Some other time he'd have to stay down here and continue doing what he was doing for a long period of time, just to hear her. The erotic sounds of her moans, so close to begging and pleading for him... he ate it up. But right now, he wanted it just as much as she did, and had since he saw her eyes light up with lust at seeing the collar.
Giving one or two more jabs of his tongue, and a flick of it across her clit, he pulled his head up and straightened, kneeling fully behind her. Taking hold of the leash once more and just holding it loosely, he palmed her backside and slid into her in a smooth motion. The faintest groan fell as he thrust into her slick heat, hand tightening and his nails digging against the tender flesh of her upper thigh.
She roared with the perfection of it. His cock inside her where she needed it most. Her body tightened around it pulling it deeper within her. Slowly, Rangiku rolled her hips, her sex gripping him and suckling him like her greedy mouth would. She was almost envious, wanting to feel that stiff rod against her lip, but this was so much better.
He pitched forward slightly as she drew him deeper in, pressing his chest completely up against her back. He started a slow grind into her, his fingers tightening on the leash and wrapping it about his hand to pull her up and claim her lips as he leaned his head over her shoulder.
Reaching back she grabbed his ass and held him tight against her body. The collar in combination with their position was perfect. It made her wild. It freed her in so many delicious ways. Between kisses she gasped for a harder fuck, faster. When he broke the kiss to do just that she showed her appreciation with a smirk as her hand slid over her own ass, and her middle finger slid fully into tight ring of puckered flesh.
She really did have a delectable ass. Perfect for this position, for pounding, for suckling, for biting, the perfect fit up against his groin. And judging from the way she writhed and bucked up against him now, perfect for being fingered and played with. His hand slid over her hip, thumb rubbing over the smooth roundness of her ass as he pounded harder into her, his grip on the leash tight and keeping her body angled to let him thrust hard into her and not force her hand away.
Rangiku was a ball of greedy desire and lust. Every thrust of his cock and tug of the collar brought her closer to satisfaction. She looked at his face, transfixed by the digit sliding in and out of her own ass. Extracting it slowly, she pulled Grimmjow's hand toward it before sliding her finger back in with a sexy wiggle and a little purr of delight to accompany it.
She was just deliciously dirty today, wasn't she? It had to be the collar and leash. It was something he'd have to adorn her with more often if this was how she reacted, not just when leading her through the hallways of Las Noches and then being too hot to pause and take it off. His finger slid into her alongside her own, pushing in shallowly as her own thrust in deeper, the motions in time with the thrusts of his length against her.
His pale blue eyes stayed gazing downward, the wiggle of her body just drawing his attention back to the gentle swell of her buttock and that creamy, unblemished flesh. Sweet flesh that Noitra's leering gaze had looked upon just that day. If he was going to keep her in here, it would happen again. Some of the other Espada respected privacy, others did not. And he did like the idea of her wearing little other than the thongs while in his bed.
Leaning forward with a wicked grin, he pressed the length of the leather leash against her mouth to let her bite down on it and released it. "This is gonna hurt," he murmured softly, cupping his freed hand against her backside as he shifted his thrusts to rub the shaft of his cock against her clit.
The loss of his dick made her groan and whimper in protest. Even though his finger was still working her ass along side hers she still needed more. The way his hand smoothed over the curve of her backside and the warning, made her shiver. Was he going to start spanking her? The mere thought of it made her instantly wetter and nearly come as she waited for the first stinging slap.
It was no stinging slap of a spank that came after his warning but rather a slow burning sensation. A slight glow emanated from his hand cupped against her buttock as he gathered the same energy for a cero, keeping it controlled and burning it against her flesh. Aizen had used some sort of wordless kidou, just a slight motion of his fingers as he pressed them against the flesh of his newly ranked Espada to mark them, the number searing in deep. Well Grimmjow could hardly use kidou, but a cero would just as well for the arrancar to mark his shinigami as his.
She bit down on the leather and screamed. The scent of her own flesh burning filled the room. The effect of the cero on her skin was dizzying. The pure negative reiatsu mixing and forever influencing her own. She had never experienced such mind numbing pain before, yet even as the pain flowed, she could feel the other reaction shuddering just below the surface. Her orgasm gripped her hard, mixing with the agony of being branded and turning her into quivering mass of need.
Her body clenched and spasmed around his finger and he grit his teeth, now very glad he'd pulled out of her. If her body had locked down on his dick, he would have made quite a mess of her backside. His hand between her legs trembled but he kept the other one steady, continuing his thrusts against her soaked, quivering flesh. His arm tensed and he held the cero energy gathered in his palm a moment more before letting it disperse and moved his hand away to survey his work. There on the curve of her backside, smaller than his own but very prominent, was a burned six to match his own. The sight of his rank on her, and her hardly protesting the branding, nearly made him come on the spot but he just pushed back into her to continue his thrusts into her tight heat.
"There... Now anyone who might see ya how they shouldn't will know ye'r mine..."
When he slid back inside her, she came again and several more times with every thrust. She withdrew her finger and brought it between her legs and caressed his cock as he fucked her. She wanted to feel the heat of his come inside her which branded her as his just as much as the fresh mark on her ass did.
Soft groans and pants fell from his lips as he thrust hard into her spasming tightness, his finger still pushed into her and prodding past the tight ring of muscle. His hand, still warm from the cero beam energy he'd collected, moved up to gather the leash in his hand again. Her finger running down the inside of his cock coupled with a tight spasm around him drew him over the edge, growling out as his hips slammed against her to pump out the fluids into her.
She arched and tossed her head back with a scream, welcoming the liquid fire of his semen as he came. Her hips bucked and her sex tightened and sucked him in deeply, need to feel all of that inside her. It wasn't much longer before she fell forward and let the top half of her body relax breathlessly against the bed.
His hips jerked into her a final time with a low growl deep in his throat, the deep haze of his orgasmic bliss slowly fading and clearing off. Fingers flexing, he slowly withdrew the one from buried deep in her body and skimmed his hand over the slope of her back. He regarded her there, bowed down on the bed on her hands and knees, his mark on her pale and dribbling down her thighs and dark and raw against her skin. Smirking softly, he moved his hand down to smack the unmarked buttock before pulling out and falling to lay on his back on the bed next to her.
She gave a soft little purr and stretched out her limbs and lay beside him. Glancing over her shoulder at her ass, she studied the angry red burn still bleeding and blistering. "I'm not going to be able to sit for days you know."
"Yea. I know. It'll heal," he replied back flatly, her discomfort sounding like it was the last thing on his mind. Reaching over, he grabbed the end of the leash to just idly play with the end of it with his fingers. Turning his head to look at her, he smirked softly and followed her gaze down. His back had been the same, the first time the number was placed on his flesh. His had healed. "What'dya need ta sit for, anyway?"
"Ch. Plenty!" she smirked and rolled over onto her good side to face him. "I need to be able to sit on your lap for one."
"How often do ya sit on my lap with your ass facin' me, woman?" he snorted softly, not seeing the problem here. She'd just have to lay on her tummy while sleeping, or laze on him with her breasts pressed against his chest. Really not seeing a problem here.
"You haven't asked me yet, but I hear it's a nice position for fuckin'" She smirked and reached down to stroke between his legs. "Can't take me on my back easily either."
"There are plenty'a other positions I can fuck ya in."
"Hmm... true enough."
He smirked softly and drifted his hand over her breasts and up to her throat, sliding along the edge of the black collar against her light skin. Hrm, good, even with all of that tugging to the leash it hadn't rubbed her skin raw.
She moaned softly as he touched the collar. Her hands moved up from his groin to caress his arms. "And just what are you planning to do with me now?"
Do...? Oh, right. Usually at this point, he'd screw her again, bathe, sleep, or take his leave of her. But seeing as they were now in his room, he could hardly just leave her to her own devices. And he had no intentions of returning her to her cell. He couldn't keep proper watch over her with her there. He understood the notion of keeping ones belongings close to them. She'd originally been brought here for Ichimaru, and had been in that cell for days without visitors, far from Ichimaru's squinty eyed gaze.
And look what that had gotten the man.
His belonging stolen.
He shrugged softly and touched his fingers over her collar again, removing the leash and tossing it over to hit a chair across the room. "Already did what I had planned fer ya, fer awhile at least."
Grimmjow's words confused her. If he was just going to screw her and leave her alone he could have just left her in her cell. Yet he made no move to take her back. In fact, now that she thought about it, they'd brought the book as well. Did he have any intention of taking her back? It didn't seem like it. Especially since he'd removed the leash.
Well if she was going to be his live in pet, she might as well earn her keep. "Since there doesn't seem to be anything you wish to do with me, perhaps you'd like me to do something to you?"
He didn't really have any needs to be seen to... Not at the moment at least. His desire had been slaked, for awhile. His claim had been placed. His eyes swept over her again, his head cocking to the side as he regarded the burned number into her flesh. "Guess there is one thing I should get taken care of," he said and shifted on the bed to sit up. Reaching down, he adjusted his pulled down hakama over his groin. Lifting his hand, he snapped to summon his personal attendant and plucked her top from the bed, handing it to her.
The door didn't even open when the servant appeared at the Espada's chambers, only giving a soft knock.
"Get one'a the healers."
Rangiku did her best to climb off the bed and rise. She eyed him peculiarly as she shrugged the top on and zipped it to his preferred level. There he was being nice to her again. It was certainly confusing when he did. She said nothing though and simply filed it away as yet another reason she didn't mind being his possession.
The arrancar was silent as he awaited the arrival of one of Las Noches healers, moving over to rest his hands on the ledge of the window and gazing out at the dead landscape. There was once again a knock and this time the door opened, and in stepped a slender arrancar with a mask over half of her face, wearing the usual long sleeve white attire all of the palace servants did.
"Jaggerjack-sama...."
Tossing a glance over his shoulder, he quirked a brow when he saw the other arrancar completely ignoring the existence of his... guest, and appraising him to see the extent of his injuries. He scoffed faintly and jerked his thumb to point at the blonde. "Not me. Her."
The process was strange and not unlike that of the fourth divisions. The only difference being the reiatsu being used to heal her and the result. Rather than pink scarred flesh, her skin now bore a blackened mark of Grimmjow's seis. It was much smaller and the script not as elaborate, but it was there. It delighted her.
In her deepest heart of hearts, she had always hoped Gin would claim her as such. He never had. His claim had been kept through violence. Though Grimmjow had fought to retain her, she was now publicly branded as his property. It made her feel safe in this uncertain place. She was still subject to the whims of Aizen, but at least she was somewhat safe from the other arrancar.
"The process is complete, Jaggerjack-sama."
Grimmjow had continued looking out the window throughout the whole process, not all that fond of the arrancar healers. Every time he'd had to see them to be bandaged, he'd sat there for the duration just growling and bristling. Bandaging up his wounds had just reminded him of the fights he'd been in, having fun with, that someone had come along and interrupted. Tousen, and Ulquiorra. He hadn't wanted to be bandaged. He'd wanted both times to release his zanpakuto and continue the fight.
Bah.
He was going to get himself worked up thinking about it, especially knowing that the orange haired brat shinigami was here, somewhere.
Knowing that the healer was awaiting his approval before departing, he turned and stepped back to look at her work. She removed the last little compress, soaking up and cleaning away the blood from the now scarred in burn, and he quirked a brow. It wasn't as intricate as the number on his back, but that was fine, he wasn't trying to replicate his rank on her, only mirror the marking.
He gave a slight nod. "Yea, that'll do. Ye'r dismissed."
"Thank you, Jaggerjack-sama."
When the woman left, she tossed a glance at Grimmjow before moving to one of the mirrors. She turned around and studied the new mark, poking and pulling it a bit. It was still a bit tender, but at least it no longer felt as if it were still charring her skin.
Moving across the room to the chair, Grimmjow picked up the book and set it on the arm, and draped the leash over the arm as well. Throwing himself into the chair with his usual casual lack of grace and indifference, he smirked and looked over at her. "I think ya like yer new mark."
Rangiku looked across the room at him with slight venom in her gaze. She was annoyed to have been seen admiring it, but it couldn't be helped. She did kinda like it. "There was a time a very long time ago, that I wanted it to be a three."
Three? Oh that was right, Aizen had told them that Ichimaru had once been captain of the 3rd division in the Gotei 13. "Ya wouldn't want it to be three now," he said with a mild grin. "Ya dun wanna know who Tercera is."
"I'll find out soon enough though, won't I." She smirked in return and walked over to him. Once there she turned and jutted her ass out slightly to let the man look. "Well? Does it please you?"
His hand lifted to palm her unblemished cheek, thumb rubbing between her legs and brushing at her sex as his mouth fell to suckle at the tender, sore flesh. "I like it jus' fine," he said, squeezing the buttock and grinning up at her as he turned his head up to look at her. "Ya know ye'r a bit'a masochist? Comin' like that while I did this to ya..."
Her eyes became a dark smoky blue as she looked at him while he touched her. She wasted little time in hooking her thumbs in the thin bands of the panties and pushing them down. "What can I say? There is pleasure to be had in pain. Timed just right it can be the best feeling ever."
Taking hold of the thin white band, he tugged the thong down the rest of the way and went back to biting and sucking across her ass. "Guess that li'l quirk'a yers explains why ya wanted a three marked on ya. Ya said yeste'day ya hate Ichimaru."
"I didn't always," she replied with a shrug before her hand slid into his hair. The other hand pulled apart her top and removed it so once again she stood nude before Grimmjow.
"When didja..." he murmured softly, words muffled against her flesh as he traced his tongue over the curved lines of the seis. His hands traversing up and down her body, one going up to possessively fondle one of her breasts. He couldn't even have stated why he was asking about Ichimaru, other than the fact that Ichimaru and Tousen were two mysteries about Aizen none of the arrancar would really figure out. Even with what the man had told him. And that audience with Aizen in the main chamber, with Ichimaru there... The words passed between them had been rather eye opening.
This was certainly odd talk to be having during sex. She didn't question it though. If he wanted to know the past of the man he'd stolen her from, then she would give him any answer he wanted. "When I was younger, before he became captain. Before his ambitions got the better of him."
"Before he chose Aizen-sama over ya...?" The two paths thing Aizen had mentioned had been on Grimmjow's mind ever sine he heard it. He dared not ask a damn thing about it to Aizen though. It was just by chance he heard what seemed more like a private conversation between the two. So maybe she could answer some of his curiosities about his creator and his eccentric partner.
Rangiku turned to face him and studied his gaze quietly before lowering herself to his lap. If he wanted to know more about Gin, then she was going to be comfortable while telling him. "He tried to have us both for a while, but in the end he chose to keep him in the light rather than pull me into the shadows with him."
Accepting her into his arms as she lowered herself down into the chair, his mouth instantly attached itself to her neck. Suckling and licking at her tender skin just at the edges of the collar, flesh rubbed a bit by the black leather. "An' ya woulda?"
She rolled her shoulder in a shrug and sighed. It was getting difficult to continue talking about Gin while he so easily enflamed her lust. "Maybe, I don't know. I wasn't given the choice."
His hands weren't working at making this conversation any easier for her, going about her and one skimming up the flat of her stomach to her breasts again to pinch at a nipple. Aizen's words rang in his ear, that he'd warned the man he couldn't have both with this path, whatever exactly that meant. Maybe Ichimaru hadn't been given the choice either. That though, he was going to keep to himself. He just grunted softly in reply, lips going up her smooth jaw to tug at her earlobe.
Her head tipped back, enjoying his touch and his mouth on her. Any further talk of Gin was lost without further prompting by the arrancar. With his busy mouth and hands, she didn't want to talk about her ex much either. She simply wanted to be pulled under Grimmjow's spell yet again.
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