Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ THE CAPTIVE ❯ Chapter 5

As was becoming a welcome evening ritual, Rangiku arrived as Seireitei drifted into the silence of slumber. Only this evening she hadn't had time to change before coming to see him.

It had been a long day spent mostly on a frivolous errand. The cleaning and repair of Grimmjow's uniform. The jacket had been hopeless and her only recourse had been to pinch a yard or two of fabric before it was dyed and cut into shinigami robes. It had been hard work, but between rounds of paperwork, Rangiku spent her usual nap time in her room piecing together the outfit. The pants had simply needed cleaning and some minor repair. However she'd managed it, and was still quite pleased with her efforts.

She stepped into the arrancar's cell with his clothing tucked under her arm and, as usual, two jugs of sake. Smiling lightly, she gave him a hot and hungry stare as she looked at him lounged on the cot. "Hey, there."

Cracking an eye open, fully awake from his light doze as soon as her reiatsu presence was a near tangible force and approaching his cell, Grimmjow smirked at the woman and slowly pushed himself up to sit. Waiting until she'd set the bottles of sake aside, he snaked his hand out to lock it about her wrist and yanked her down onto the bed, his own body cushioning the fall against the hard bed. "That time a'ready? Didn't seem ta be that late a'ready."

It was with a playful little girlish giggle that Rangiku fell onto the bed with Grimmjow. Realizing the silliness of the sound, she smoothed her face and merely arched a haughty brow. "Has someone been waiting long for me?"

He shrugged softly, keeping his hand locked on her wrist. "Were ya gone that long? Didn't notice." Smirking at her, he used the hold to tug her face down to his.

It was incredibly easy to fall into his kiss. At the moment she wanted nothing more but knew that wouldn't last much longer. His lips were as greedy as hers, always demanding what she was always willing to give. Rangiku purred and writhed against him, the cover of night making her bold despite the clothing she wore. She was free for now and she was going to behave such.

Though his earlier lust had been slaked by his own hand, the taste of her on his fingers, lapped at and sucked away, had just made him hungry for her. And now that she was here, he wasn't wasting a moment. His tongue plunged into her mouth deeper with each moment of the kiss, arm shifting to go about her waist and twist them to lay out on their sides so his leg could wedge between hers.

What was it about this man that just twisted her up into explosive knots of desire. She rolled with him and instantly made room for his leg. She rubbed herself against it, relishing in the mounting passion that was she was becoming so accustomed to. Rangiku still maintained he looked utterly scrumptious in the new duds, but he looked even better without them as her greedy hands started pushing the fabric away, needing to feel his hot skin under her palm.

His shoulder rolled and he pulled his arm from her to help with getting the long sleeved garment off, finally finding one good thing about missing his other limb. Once he tugged his hand free of the garment, it easily slid off his shoulders and pooled around him on the bed. That done, Grimmjow quickly moved his hand back to run over her body, dragging his fingers down the curving lines but not yet tugging at the material of her shihakushou to remove it.

Her hand wasted no time in reacquainting itself with his body. As was becoming habit, her thoughts had been of him all day and now she needed the feel of him to remind her what she'd been missing all day. This bold, powerful, heat that threatened to consume her. All that was missing was his touch on her.

He gave a slight hiss as her nails rasped over his flesh and he shifted against her, breaking the kiss to let his teeth attack her throat, the edge of his mask grating her flesh when his teeth weren't. Squeezing the still clothed round of her breast, he drew his hand again to continue what she started and soon enough after a few tugs at cloth, was laying naked beside her, his arm going around her waist again.

As if magnetically drawn, Rangiku's hand slid down his torso, caressing the hole in his abdomen before continuing lower. Her fingers combed through the crisp dark hair around his cock and gave it a tug. She clawed her nails against the tender flesh before palming his thick organ and pressing it cruelly against his body.

Another hiss fell from his lips and he pressed his face against her neck, squirming faintly and thrusting his hips against her touch to get any amount of contact he could with a few rolls of his hips. "You're supposed ta want to feel that all over your body, not up against my own," he said with a short growl, his hand coming around to fondle at her breast.

"Mmm, but I do..." She nipped at his jaw and ear, her hand continuing its rough rubbing and fondling of his dick. "Just waiting for you to tear my clothes of and fuck me."

He gave a soft grunt and rocked his hips harder against her hand, the roughness of her touch just making him that much harder. He did fully open his eyes and pull away from her, his eyes flashing over her. Her dressed in her shihakushou, radiating authority and right now, with it loosened and her laying in a prisoner's bed, sensuality and the hint of wanton abandon to her shinigami ways. He'd seen her in her shihakushou before, that morning when she had the tub brought him, and before that, when he was first put in here and tried to kill her, but never like this.

"And if I wanted to fuck ya with your pretty li'l shihakushou still on?"

The grin she gave him was the most wicked she'd ever given him. It was accompanied by another rough squeeze of his organ. "I'd ask ya what game you're playin', arrancar, and how do you want it."

A rough growl was her first answer and he shifted, yanking her back under him as he moved to kneel and hover over her. "An' if I told you it ain't no fuckin' game, and I fully intend to give it to you rough and hard and exactly how I want to? And how ya like it."

"I'd say do it."

What, did she think he wouldn't? Cos he would. He so would. He was not one to just idly talk and spout useless words. If he said he'd do something, he'd go and do it. He just grinned at her and set to doing what he stated he would do.

She was easy enough to haul up, the arrancar wasting no time in pinning her against the wall. His leg pressed tight between hers and body leaned forward to keep her there as his hand dropped to her hakama, pulling loose the various ties keeping her clothed.

Yes, yes. This unholy union was exactly what she was craving after a long dreary afternoon filled with lusty thoughts of his body. She moaned as she came up roughly against the wall. It was perfect.

He wasn't sure what would have been hotter, had she struggled against this a bit, or what she was currently doing. A complete surrender to him, what she'd never give an enemy any other time, the woman wanting nothing sweet and tender. Wanting nothing more than to be fucked against the wall by her enemy.

And, finally getting the hakama to slide down her legs with a snap of the final tie, he was glad to oblige by wasting no more time and thrusting hard into her.

There was just something about being forcibly taken and willingly so. Grimmjow was brutal, harsh, and vicious in his penetration and subsequent thrusting. She cried out and squirmed her hips wantonly. She slid down the wall just enough to push her ass out and deepen the ravenous fucking. An arm pillowed her head against the wall while the other reached back, grabbing the arrancar's ass and digging her nails into his skin. She wanted this and needed this, the reminder that he was her enemy. Even if fucking him felt so good, she needed to feel that raw overwhelming power.

The dig of nails just made him give out a short grunt and bury himself deeper into her with a buck of his hips. The heat of her was nearly scalding, her body growing wetter and hotter with each thrust. She wanted this so badly, on a much deeper level than just wanting it for her own lust. Of course so did he... Imprisoned like this, looking forward to her visits, he needed to remind himself of his place in with the shinigami. He had no place with them, except to overpower and eventually destroy them all for Aizen's sake, to let no opposition litter his way.

His hips drove harder into her and he let his head fall to bite at the back of her neck, his hand skimming over her side and reaching around to the sash hanging at her front. His fingers gusted along it, tugging at the adjutant badge with a grin, before he shoved his hand down the front of her hakama to stroke what his thrusts neglected.

She was his to command and control, and it Grimmjow's efforts were quickly rewarded as she arched against him and let out a throaty cry. Rangiku's orgasm was hot, needy, and completely consumed her. Everything went white around her from the intensity. As she regained her sight, little pin-pricks of light danced in her vision as she let herself be further assaulted waiting eagerly for her lover's release

The woman's body flexing tight and mercilessly around him made him give another faint strangled groan, his hips grinding hard against her pulsing body greedily to enjoy every bit of her orgasm. He licked at the mark he was biting and sucking into existence on her neck, the taste of her skin on his tongue as his climax overpowered him and flooded into her.

It was a while yet before she calmed down enough to relax. Her orgasm followed by his had trigged another small series of electric sensations to rock her body. A small grin played on her face as she reached back, her arms wrapping about his neck, her hips rolling slightly, enjoying the feel of him still inside her. "That was fun..."

The roll of her hips was more than enough to convince him to hold off on pulling out of her just yet, and he let his own slowly press against her. Giving a final pinch to her clit, he withdrew his hand from her hakama and wrapped his arm about her waist. Sitting back on his heels in a kneel, he pulled her back from the wall and kept her in his lap. Pressed tightly against the cold stone, even with her arm pillowing her head, couldn't be all that comfortable. "Been waitin' all day to do that to ya."

Shifting her legs a bit, she managed to get her hakama off and off the bed. Getting the robe off was a bit more difficult. "All day huh?" The mended clothing fell into a heap on her lap when the robe opened. "Ah. Here's your stuff." She set it beside them and smiled. "Couldn't save the jacket so I made one from scratch. Hope I got it right."

"Yea. All day. So?" he said a bit gruffly, biting at her neck. Turning his eyes down, he quirked a brow and glanced at the returned outfit. He almost wanted to reach out and touch it, but kept his arm about her waist instead. It was oddly comforting, to have his familiar white uniform returned to him. "Can see later. Unless ya wanted me to pull out and get dressed a'ready?"

She shook her head. "I can always model it for you, if you don't feel like putting it on."

Grimmjow looked again at the outfit laying on the bed and then unwrapped his arm from her waist. Reaching over, he picked up the pristine white jacket and held out to her. "If ya want, who the hell am I to stop ya?"

"They're your clothes though." Taking the jacket from him, she shook it out and studied it. Not that she hadn't put it on already while mending it, but now she would have him looking at her as she wore it.

"Was your idea," he said with a shrug, tugging at her sleeve to remove her current garment.

Once her own robe was off, she climbed off his lap with a moan and slid his jacket over body. Turning to face him she primped a bit before striking a provocative pose.

He'd of course seen her before in white and black. Her shihakushou was those very colors, but there was something different about seeing her in the crisp white, just the inner lining and hems the black material. Shifting on the bed, he rolled onto his stomach to stretch out on the bed and reached over to tug on the hem of the open jacket, exposing even more curve of her beasts than her normal uniform did. "Now, see, ya should wear your shihakushou like that. Showin' down to your navel."

She giggled and fell onto her side. "That's scandalous." She looked down at herself and shrugged. "I kinda like how it looks."

"The way ya wear your shirt is already scandalous," he said with a shrug, deciding not to mention that one of his fellow-- one of the Espada wore her uniform showing nearly her entire torso. What did that matter?

"True enough I suppose, but that's because the robes don't fit properly across my tits and I refuse to bind my breasts so that they do." Flipping the jacket flap back to expose a breast, she smirked. "Honestly, would you bind and strap down this?"

He eyed the spill of her breast, unbound or hidden by anything at that moment and smirked faintly. "Would I or would ya? For you it could be kidna uncomfy. For me... it could be kind of a tease. Knowing whatcha got under there and that it's all hidden away."

Palming the lower half of her breast she gave it a squeeze which puckered up her nipple temptingly. "You don't like being teased though. You just want it whenever and how ever you can get it."

He snorted. So she was right. "So I'd just rip away the bindin's."

Her fingers pinched the nipple and gave it a bit of a twist. "That you would."

"Ya'd like that... After havin' 'em bound up all day, ya'd be achin' to have 'em free." He grinned at her, staying laid out on the bed as she fondled her own breasts, not making a move to add his hand to the mix. "I may not like the tease for too long but you do."

"Mmm. I suppose. I like the way you tease..."

Quirking a brow at her, he watched her fingers toy over her breast a bit longer before his eyes drifted lower to take in the rest of her body. She'd done a very good recreating his jacket, down to the shortness of it, falling no longer than her waist. Which left her torso partially covered and nothing else covered at all.

Shifting on the bed, he rolled from his stomach over to his back but still didn't move his hand to join hers on her breast. "I know ya can only handle bein' teased so long though. Ya hit that point yet?"

Her breathing had already quickened considerably as her arousal climbed. Grimmjow watching as she played with herself was a serious turn on. She wanted him to touch her as well as look at her. She needed it. "Gods, yes. My pussy is screaming for ya."

Smirking softly, he finally reached his hand over to join hers on her body but still didn't come anywhere near her breasts. Instead he touched on her hip to urge her over closer to him. "C'mere a'ready. Wanna eat that cunt of yours while ya play wit' your tits."

"So charming. How can I deny such a romantic request." Grinning she pushed herself up on her hands and knees before shifting to straddle his head. Her gaze met his between her legs as she palmed each breast. "This good enough for ya, babe?"

He just snorted softly, keeping his hand on her hip as he stared up her body to meet her hot gaze. "Gotcha where I wanted ya didn't it? Playin' coy's for pusses," he said gruffly before craning his head up and tugging on her hip to bury his face between her legs.

This was an entirely new experience for her, sitting astride her lover while he sucked on her pussy. It was an utterly delicious experience. She felt both in control and helpless. She could move and wriggle as she please. She also teased him by lifting herself just beyond the reach of his tongue. The way he yanked her down and bit her as punishment nearly made her come. Grimmjow even used his mask to fuck her. That was the most interesting sensation and one which she quite enjoyed. Everything the arrancar did to her was incredible.

The way her body squirmed when he let the edge of his mask grate along the folds of flesh was all consuming, and made his own groin twitch hotter and tighter. And made him almost not want to thrust his tongue back into her. Not that he appreciated her rocking her hips up so that he couldn't, taking that choice away from her. He'd told her flat out what he intended to do, and he intended to do just that. Suck at her pussy until she came and begged for him to stop, and even then he wouldn't. Not until he got her to make some sound louder than her usual whispers and soft moans.

Her cries were full throaty cries of lust, demanding, greedy and all-consuming. She writhed on top of him begging for his tongue or his fingers. Rangiku lost count of her orgasms there had just been that many. Between the mask, his mouth, his teeth, every part of him which touched her, she needed more and more. She could no longer keep herself upright and fell to her hands and knees bucking on his face like a slut, and she loved it.

Once she fell forward, he nipped at her thigh to give her a brief moment of respite before his tongue thrust into her again. His hand moved up to pick up where she left off on fondling at her breast and tugging at the pert nipple as she supported herself on her hands. She tasted so damn good, her fluids on his tongue, her thighs pressing against his face as her legs twitched and body writhed. He might not stop snacking on her even if she begged him.

It was near impossible to take much more. She needed something for the distraction and she knew just the thing. Quickly she climbed off him and turned to face the length of his body. Once back on her hands and knees, the woman wasted no time in drawing his thick straining cock into her mouth. Oh yes, it was time for her to get some payback. There was also the desire to taste him once again which had driven her half mad since that morning.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips before he pressed them against her inner thigh to bite none-too-gently, his hips pushing into her all too welcoming mouth. Gods, yes. He hadn't even realized how hard his dick was until her lips were around it, tongue lapping hungrily at the fluids oozing from the tip. His eyes closed and gasping for breath, he kept his mouth pressed against her thigh, bucking his hips shortly against her own mouth, a short growl muffled against her flesh, before he turned his head to go back to what he was doing.

The giving of oral sex was an ability she had long ago mastered. Rangiku knew when to suck and with how much pressure and when to lay off and just lick and jerk him. She was even so bold as to press him between her breasts to suckle him for a brief while. No part of her body was sacred when it came to giving head. It was something she enjoyed nearly more than actual sex as she had both control over her lover and keenly felt the subservience of sucking him off. Even while she received her own mind-numbing pleasure, Grimmjow's came first.

The soft grip of her breasts about him while her lips nuzzled at the head made the arrancar drop his head from her again and gnash his teeth, and in the end he finally had to give up his assault on her sex. His head fell back against the bed with a growl, his arm wrapping up about her hovering over him, stroking what flesh of hers he could reach, pushing his hand up under the jacket she still wore to rake his fingers down her back. His hips moved with full abandon to the pace she set with her expert ministrations, the former Espada powerless against her as she ripped the orgasm from him.

The unique tang of his semen filled her mouth quickly. Rangiku moaned with delight, drinking and coaxing every drop she could from him. She was hungry for him just as he was for her. Once wasn't enough and quickly she was coaxing him up for more.

Gods, but her mouth on him was just as greedy and demanding as his own had been on her. Grimmjow was all too eager to let his hips rock against her mouth as she sucked at him, getting him back to full hardness. His own lips returned to her, lapping at the fresh surge of wetness from arousal that coated her flesh. It never failed to make him grin at how wet she got just from tasting his come thick on her tongue.

Rangiku withdrew her mouth and wrapped her hand about him, pumping his organ and watching hungrily as the fluids seeped from the tip. Her grip was hard and rough as she pulled on him with greedy strokes. She dragged the wet tip across her nipple with a groan and continued to jerk him against her breast when her mouth moved down to the soft flesh between his legs. Her tongue flicked over one sack and then the other before pulling them into her mouth to suckle them both.

He managed a soft groan, thrusting his tongue deep into her and breathing harshly through his nose as his tongue stayed buried deep in her. His hand lifted to clasp onto her backside, clutching her tight against himself, as a sharp shudder moved through his muscled body and he jerked his hips against her. The sucking and lapping at his sensitized flesh was more than he could take and his dick slid against the top curve of her breasts as a fresh wave of semen spurted over her flesh and he groaned deep against her sex.

Her mouth pulled away, pressing kisses up his thighs and groin. Once she was upright, she tossed a coy glance over her shoulder at him. "My tits are all sticky now..." She swung her leg back and moved to lay on her side letting him see the copious mess he left on her torso. Desire from a delayed orgasm still burned in her eyes but she wanted him to look at her. It was his come gleaming brightly against her honeyed flesh.

"Ya. I know they are. You were the one rubbin' 'em against my dick. Whatdja expect?" the arrancar said with a grin, shifting to sit up as she sprawled out. His eyes raked over her, taking in her soaked sex, pink and primed and ready and still needing a good fucking, and her messy chest. Gods he still wanted to fuck her.

She spread her legs, inviting him to kneel between them while he devoured her with his eyes. A wide grin spread over her lips as she eyed a strip of black fabric, the sash for his hakama and wrapped it loosely about her wrists before bringing them above her head. She stretched her torso and arched invitingly playing the part of his willing prisoner to a tee.

Grinning softly, the arrancar reached down with his hand to tug the jacket she still wore off of her torso and up her arms, further tangling her hands. The only bad thing about her hands being knotted up in the garments was that he couldn't watch her touch herself, but the gleam of the semen on her flesh was arousing enough to look at. Kneeling fully between her legs, he drew his hand back and let it drift down to curl around his length, stroking the flesh with hard, short jerks to revive the organ again.

Gods he looked so hot doing that. She'd never seen him and watching him now made her squirm with want and need. Her hips rose slightly and bounced back on the bed, setting her breasts jiggling. She repeated the motion a few more times, mimicking the gyrations she performed during sex. Anything to help that cock harden so he could bury it inside her.

Watching her writhe and undulate on the bed like he was already fucking her did the rest of the trick, and he pulled his hand away from his thick organ to lean himself down over her. His hips settled against hers, tip of his organ pressed against her folds, but he didn't yet press into her. Instead his fingers passed over her lips, spreading some of his semen over her mouth. "Tell me ya want it... how much ya need it..."

Grinning saucily, Rangiku bit his fingertips and sucked them. She tilted her head. letting his fingers slip away and smiled, need evident in every word she spoke. "I want you, Grimmjow. I need to feel you inside me. Fill me up and take me."

His fingers pushed into her mouth as she licked at them and he dropped his head with a grin, lapping at her breasts. He thought about kissing her, licking away the rest of those fluids he'd just spread over her mouth, but he had something else he wanted to kiss. And wanted to hear every single sound she made. Shifting his hips, he pushed into the swollen flesh, not stopping until he was buried in to the hilt.

It never failed. Whenever Grimmjow's cock slid into her, she felt herself give away to the darker side of herself which complimented him so well. She needed this, needed him, and she'd never once realized it. Bucking beneath him, she let him know the only way she dared. With her body.

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