Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Nemu's Needs ( Chapter 11 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I don't. Enough said. I make no money from this.

 

Nemu's Need.

 

Seconds passed and the pain faded faster than the lingering pleasure. He didn't care that he'd made a promise to a relatively unknown woman about an unknown thing. For now, it was enough that he'd eased the incredible ache.

 

Slowly he opened his eyes to see Nemu looking down at him, the smile still in place. The smile disturbed him as it didn't seem to promise him anything, only signal a demand. What could be the price? As sense returned so did a feeling of dismay that he might have bargained something he held dear for a respite. But that would be too cruel and he was certain if he could please Nemu, her demands would be simple and might only involve regular meetings. The worst case was she demanded faithfulness or a statement of eternal love. He wasn't sure that he could manage either.

 

“That was good, Kurosaki, but I want more now. You didn't last long enough for my particular requirements,” she said, her voice a cross between a silky purr and an imperious order. This was definitely not the Nemu he'd encountered previously. The woman who had been intent on pleasing others before she took any pleasure herself.

 

Unlike previous times, with previous partners, the idea of more sex didn't arouse him. Maybe the pain of release, the waiting, or something else failed him now.

 

“Interesting,” she remarked as her hands began to encourage him into life once more. Her clever fingers manipulated him but it seemed that his body wasn't eager to participate again.

 

“Can we take a break,” he suggested, the ugly feeling of humiliation spreading through his body. If this kept up other people might notice and what would that do to his reputation? It was bad enough he'd been passed over for Chad and whathisface. Oh, yeah, Jaggerjacks.

 

Nemu kissed him. Her warm mouth encompassed his and he hoped that this would disguise his problem from the others. Almost as soon as her tongue touched his, his body responded and the fear of failure immediately drained from his stomach. He'd been worrying about nothing! Maybe it was the mechanical feeling of the mating that had caused the momentary mishap.

 

It was obvious the woman had noticed as she mounted him as soon as he was ready, before he could initiate any further foreplay or feel a momentary longing for joining. Beginning to voice a protest he felt the breath catch in his throat as she again performed the delay trick. He hadn't even been close to coming, but the desire faded even further. Nemu muttered something under her breath and kissed him, making him surge to full excitation and a desperate need for release.

 

When he'd been with her before she'd seemed different; really different. He opened his eyes to make certain that this fervent woman had not changed. The glint in her eyes had not been there previously, and the expression on her face sat wrongly, but as she again brought him close, the surge overcame his sense and he tried to give himself over to the sensation; until she forced the climax to ebb once more.

 

“Can't we just have sex? Please?” Ichigo urged. The constant prolonging of this was losing its attraction, fast. So was Nemu. Why anyone would want to do this for hours on end seemed to be a form of masochism. He'd read about it somewhere and considered trying it, yet further consideration made him wonder if it wasn't too contrived. Something people did who weren't very attracted to each other in the first place but were trying desperately to prove that the desire was greater than it was.

 

A waste of time and energy.

 

While her form and face were still pleasing, Nemu as a whole was becoming repellent. Surging up he kissed her, with a great amount of reluctance, while grabbing her hands tightly within his own. The kiss had the effect and without the restriction of the hands he was free to come and he did, not caring if he pleased her or not. Normally that was a major concern, but in this instance, he just wanted to come and go.

 

A sharp cry and shudder indicated that he might have pleased her and taking advantage of her distraction he eased her off him and got to his feet. Looking around he tried to find the place furthest from where he was now. As he began to move he was halted.

 

“You made me a promise.”

 

“Look,” he said turning, his hands on his hips. “You got off on what we did. What more do you want?”

 

“You said you'd do anything. I haven't stated my requirements,” Nemu was sitting up, her eyes hard on his face and sign of her enjoyment, gone.

 

“Can't we talk about this later?” he continued to walk away. What was the woman going to do? Tackle him?

 

“I want Aizen!”

 

The demand stopped him and again he turned, incredulous at the request. Nemu wanted Aizen? Hadn't she heard the rumours? The truth? Why would anyone want him? Part of the reason the frenzied matings were occurring was a reaction against any memories of fucking the man. She wasn't the best he'd had; true her technique was different, eerily different, but she didn't deserve to be subject to the guy's inept attempts at lovemaking.

 

“I want you to give me Aizen. Forsake any claims on him,” demanded the voice urgently.

 

“Yeah. No problem. If you can interest him, he's yours,” Ichigo agreed. This could only end with him winning. Getting rid of both Nemu and Aizen could only benefit him and he wouldn't have to experience those sloppy kisses anymore.

 

He'd managed to move quite a distance away while talking to Nemu and found he was near a very sleepy Momo. “Oooooh, Ichigo. I'm still so horny, but I'm too tired to get up.”

 

“Are you?” the leer automatically formed on his face. “So you'll lay there and moan like you normally do. Make me do all the work?”

 

She giggled and opened her eyes a little wider. “But you like being on top and pretending I'm sleeping and you don't want to wake me...”

 

It was true. He'd enjoyed playing that game with her on a number of occasions, enjoying her small moves and the final convulsions and shudders when pleasure over took her. The noises she made were interesting and after Nemu it would seem like a holiday.

 

“You have to kiss me first, Momo. Then wish me goodnight, like you always do,” he reminded her.

 

She played along and once he got started he was getting more forceful with his movements, as he couldn't prevent himself from doing, when he was again interrupted.

 

“Ichigo, my love, what the hell are you doing? Gin, where the fuck are you and what are all these people doing? And is that….. my little Hinamori?”

 

Aizen had finally returned.