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Hold Me Down	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hold Me Down
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A/N: I'm not going to deny it, I've always wanted to try my hand at a threesome and this was the first couple in mind. Now, funny enough, when I was typing it, someone else gave me an idea for a similar sounding scenario; I'm not sure if I'll use this as the basis for it or just wait further down the road for a better idea to come to me.
"You've been watching us for awhile now."
The soft depiction of the woman's voice startled her momentarily as she partly stood in the doorway; she thought her position had been mostly hidden or that the two figures were too interactive between each other to notice her. But, for one given moment, she was wrong. Worse of all, she was spotted just the same.
"Would you like to join?"
It was the male voice that caught her off-guard for a second time.
The offer seemed to come more as a mere joke as she watched the two only stare back with matching expressions of curiosity; their eyes almost seemed far too eager in awaiting for her answer. It was almost as though they threw their previous engagement right out of their state of concentration and moved to her instead. The woman's cinnamon-toned skin came into pure contrast against her partner's pale-white flesh; both of their uniform tops had been removed and left in practically shreds that lined the flooring all the way to his bed. From previous observations, the woman's higher number gave her pure dominance over him as she pinned his slender form underneath her; her hands almost appeared to be digging into his shoulders rather painfully and yet he seemed to have no complaints for her.
She had only been investigating on why such a heavy surge of energy was radiating from this wing of the building; it was rare for any kind of energy to suddenly fluctuate out of nowhere as theirs had... but of course now, the reasoning for such was obvious. It wasn't like she intended to walk in on them in such a compromising position; it was only for investigative sake. Of course, now that her momentary presence had been noted it would be far more difficult to walk away so simply.
The war that pitted Hollows against Shinigami forces ended in bloody massacres and resulted in images she would never be able to cleanse from her mind. It seemed as though just as soon as the war started, it came to a quick end that left the Society crippled, beaten and on the brink of collapsing on itself. They lost far too many people to keep the war ongoing... they were forced to surrender. Just the same though, the Hollow army took almost as many hits and were barely able to claim victory just the same. But Hueco Mundo was in a much better standing than Soul Society was, so at the end of the war, they got to have the final word.
It was a demeaning compromise.
The Arrancars agreed to leave the remaining Shinigami forces alone but they got to keep those that they had taken prisoner during the War. Despite protests, the surviving Captains had no choice but to agree; they were in no shape and had no way of fighting it, they didn't have any soldiers left to spare.
She had witnessed the humanistic grasp for comfort and the struggle that resulted from unwanted agreements; the damaging consequences for their lost members just to save what was left of their Society. It was a difficult task to accept and they were no doubt hating themselves for giving in so easily just for their own skins... but she could not blame them; she wouldn't.
Even as a prisoner of war herself, she understood their motives.
Protecting their Society was the first line of the oath that all Shinigami forces took when they received their Division placement. That was what they all worked for, what they all trained to do... and nearly everyone gave their lives to serve that oath of loyalty. So, if that was the only thing left for them to do, the last shred of dignity they had left to serve... then she would expect no less. She held no ill-will or resentment to them, they were only doing what they could with what they were given.
It wasn't as bad as some of them were probably imagining... at least for her it wasn't. Only a small handful of the Espada remained, from her own observations she would calculate that between three and six of them had survived. She had been claimed by the Eighth Espada, the same one who had succeeded in slaughtering her Captain and a quarter of her Division. It was still a question as to why he spared her, it just seemed as though he did it for his own amusement. For the most part though, he largely ignored her presence while giving into the rare yet deeply invoking discussion. She found his intelligence to be suiting for a man of his status; his mannerisms were surprising just as well... after a few weeks of forced stay, he arranged for her to have her own room and even assigned a few loose Fraccion to follow her. She assumed he had something planned but it had been passing months now and she was beginning to think that it was just a phase. He was... physically more adaptive than her Captain had been and offered more to be visually appealing, She tried not to become distracted by him, he was still her enemy and current captor but... there were elements she couldn't exactly overlook.
There were those blurred memories of how he had her pressed up against walls or pressed down on tables; his fingers tangled somewhere between her legs as he relieved her of the tension that settled in the pit of her stomach again and again. At first, she thought it was intentional; she thought he was following one of the rules of War, where opposing forces tried to inflict as much damage as they could on the other- often times dragging the women into it through series of tortures, rapes and murders. But he had not exhibited any of those signs before. Then she realized that no man had ever made the effort to please her as such, or even bother to give her a second glance. He, on the other hand, had once admitted when he was in an unclear state of mind, that he found her fascinating; that for an artificial being, he had never seen one so seamlessly created. He only wanted to test her, that was all. And soon she found out that her body had its own series of needs that he encouraged again and again. But he never took her past that.
And now, she could only stand concentratedly still on the other side of the room; trying not to stare at their compromising position but also keeping an eye on the both of them just the same. She was almost purposely trying to ignore the fact that the both of which were... currently engaged in the paused start of a sexual act. While, again, she had observed quite a few of those in her time- some not intentional- she did not wish to interrupt them. She was certain this was not the first time they had engaged as such, in fact the other woman was probably one of the main reasons for why he left often on various occasions; she did not care much for that matter.
"There's nothing wrong with being curious." he started; his voice oddly soothing as he tried to coax her inside of the room. His hands moved to brush through his partner's blonde hair as he pulled her back towards him; lightly skimming his lips against her open jawline. "In fact... I think we could show you a thing or two worth learning."
It was the second woman's turn to speak as a barely audible chuckle escaped her lips. "Despite what it looks like at times, we're usually gentle."
It was just an accident, that was all... and yet, they seemed all the more willing to accept that; they almost seemed to be encouraging even. They wanted more than just her observing them... it was like they wanted her to be a willing participate as well. Now, from her other studies, it was proven that due to their animalistic beginnings, they did hold a higher sexual libido than humans and were more sexual in nature... it probably did not help that his sword release name was Fornicaras as well; another meaning for such would be 'to fornicate' so this kind of activity was in his nature. But this typical behavior was shielded in their Society. She remembered hearing Matsumoto splash dirty details about her extravagant experiences and even Hinamori at times while Isane and Nanao tried to get them to disregard the topic. It just... it didn't seem like something that was supposed to be shared. Or even joined in on.
"I..."
"You don't feel even a ping of jealousy watching someone else lay hands on him?" the woman questioned.
"Lady Harribel... please." he remarked as he managed to pull himself free from her dominating grasp. One hand cupped her opposite cheek as he pulled her in towards him; his lips just lightly brushing the shell of her ear. "Her species isn't like ours, they probably stare down at this kind of thing. Not to mention... I haven't entirely... 'introduced' her properly-"
"Knowing you, I figured you already would have. Multiple times." she retorted cleanly.
He had to roll his eyes at the Tercera's remark before he pressed his lips against the curve of her jawline; feeling the way her fingers came into contact with his cheek and pushed him away. She just liked being difficult to see how far he would go to please her again. Moving his way out from underneath her, he watched as she dropped over to relax on her side while he turned his attention to their visitor. There was very little competition when it came to Lady Harribel and her feminine seduction and charms... and yet, he found himself equally drawn to the Shinigami just the same. He had yet to figure out if it was because of her midnight-black hair that she tied back in a braid nearly religiously every day; perhaps even her untamed, pale skin that hindered a few scars here or there to tell of a rough creation and past; or maybe it was those curious, yet almost soulless green eyes that observed events for fundamental reasons and ignored the humanistic attributes. In a way, she reminded him a lot of himself viewing her kind of determination and level of intelligence. If he wanted to go down a less distinguished path, he could also confess that it was more of a physical attraction; one of the main reasons he let her keep her uniform was because of how well it accented her long legs, her narrow waist and wide hips, as well as her flourishing breasts; much like the Tercera, whoever was passing out attributes that day of creation certainly was generous. Or perhaps it was more based on that ill-mannered, ugly-faced Captain of hers.
He kept his steps calming and equal, already knowing that she was reading his body language down to every muscle twitch. It was difficult to keep something a secret from her but she rarely opened her mouth to speak so there was very little chance of anything coming out. Those melancholic eyes were practically cemented to his own as he tried to figure out what exactly was going through her mind.
She tried not to let herself become distracted by that 'more physically attractive' aspect of him; trying to see the slender form of his chest and the fitting status of his abdomen as more of an anatomical topic. The muscular curves of his shoulders were difficult to ignore though; the same went with the caramel-Amber shade of his eyes as well. Even the slight raise of his fingers as he pushed aside a straying lock of pink hair from his face seemed to claim her attention. It was an easier reaction to hide when there was no one else around...
And yet, when he came within a few more steps of her, she found herself moving away from him instead. "I apologize, I just witnessed a sudden fluctuation in the energy levels and I was trying to find the source-"
"Yes well, I underestimated the amount of energy we release when... we're in certain stages of sexual behavior." he interrupted easily as he tried to approach her once more; noticing that she didn't reel away from him this time but he still had to step out into the corridor to reach her. Fingers moved forward and brushed through her ebony bangs as he tucked them lightly behind one ear; catching the slight down turn on the corner of her lips. "You'll have to excuse Lady Harribel, she's what one might describe as a bit of a feminist; she doesn't really enjoy me having you here more so because she thinks I'll become abusive against your skin... or in other ways. Believe it or not, she does wish to care for you if the need for such arises."
Whatever he was trying to say wasn't making much logical sense. Why would a higher-ranking Espada want to protect her? If anything, she supposed she would've been surprised that the woman wouldn't wish to have her dead instead... but she was miscalculating that. The few times she had witnessed the other Espada before, she carried herself independently and while she spoke softly, she did not seem to be one to be crossed easily. "... But why?"
"Because Lady Harribel has seen a great deal in her lifetime... it's just something she carries over from her previous stages." he explained before he carefully let his fingers toy with her own, eventually taking her hands into his own. He watched as she offered no resistance but still seemed weary of his motives. "It's fine, we really don't care who walks in on us anymore and if anything, we were the ones providing the distraction for you. But, if you were curious, the offer is still standing... you can join us if you want to learn a little more about our energy patterns."
"I don't... I don't think so..."
"Like Lady Harribel mentioned, we can be gentle."
Their combined offer seemed confusing and yet... part of her was still curious about it. She wouldn't mind an in-depth study on their energy patterns during specific stages of activity, but just the same she wasn't entirely certain if she wished to be involved with it. But yet, she still felt swayed. Perhaps it was the submissive aspect of her creation or even those blurred memories of harsh walls and sturdy tables that slowly urged her to take what he was giving to her. Slowly, she gave a small nod in answer.
For the life of him, he didn't actually believed she'd agree to it. Not that he had really showed anything for her to fear from them... but he supposed the offer would seem disengaging to her. Another chance to see how far he could press her seams and see where the line blurred between being an artificial figure and still requiring the human needs and wants. He had recognized the signs of such in her blood and skin, but she was clueless to the hints- possibly due to her creation raising. The thought of that ill-faced Captain providing the same sense of pleasures to her the way he did was absolutely revolting; and while the first look of vulnerability that took her when he initially pinned her against himself and the wall was nearly nerve-wrecking... it had proven to be worth it in time.
This was his chance though.
His chance to finally see where he could take her.
Fingers moved to brush through her hair once more before he leaned down to skim his lips over the curve of her own; feeling the way they seemed to tremble slightly at the contact. "Come on..." he whispered as he moved to grasp at her hands once more before he pulled her back into the first room he had been in moments before. She followed slowly after him, as though beginning to doubt her decision to agree with him. He would've loved to pick her up and toss her willingly on the bed but that would give her the feeling of being dominated and having no physical control over her body... which wasn't exactly what he was aiming for, at least not right now. She only kept her eyes on him as she followed him step by step, which only nourished the want to have her for himself. But with Lady Harribel's presence, the whole introduction process would go on by a little smoother; at least it kept him outnumbered against two women, not to mention a much higher ranked Espada... not that numbers had anything to do with it at this point onward.
Not since the collapse of order.
"I do hope you can excuse our brashness from before." he started as he managed to draw her close to the bedside; fighting a near losing battle to taint the sheets with her scent. His hands moved to rest more promptly on her waist as he pulled her in against him, reminding himself to keep it subtle. "When we become so heavily involved with our... animalistic counterparts, we tend to play submissive to that nature; it's almost like taking on a completely different personality. Instead of being the calculated, calm beings we were before, we let chemical imbalances change every role we lead. It was... a near awkward encounter when more members of our kind flourished in this establishment; it seemed like every other day there was some kind of spike in the atmosphere."
"It was kind of like that 'time of the month' for us, but with sexual needs instead."
It was Lady Harribel's voice this time as she dared to shift her eyesight from one Espada to the next; taking note of how the woman was casually resting on her side and only looked as though this kind of situation was completely normal. She recalled hearing about how a majority of her Hollow piece had been shattered during the final Wars, leaving her without the massive jaw piece that had obscured a large portion of her face; parts of it still extended downward to protect her breasts, and no doubt served as a system of support for the pair as well. Her cinnamon-toned flesh came into contrast with the white sheets underneath her and yet she seemed all the more fitting against them just the same. She held a pair of oceanic eyes that seemed to ease a bit of the situation away; the corner of her pink lips were tucked upward just the same to give off a comforting appeal.
"We're a confusing, troubled breed of species to be honest." he remarked. "We're almost more complicated in terms of flesh and sweat than we are with swords and weapons."
"You're a bit more complicated than that, Aporro."
"Details, Lady Harribel; details."
The open chemistry between the two reminded her of a humanistic sign of affection as they bantered back and forth with one another; their tones never exceeding all too much as it remained clear that they were only resisting each other to a brief point to keep their energy levels at a close match. It reminded her of her own observations and studies... and it helped to push the receding doubt just a bit further away.
The feel of his warm lips against her skin once more broke her away from her thoughts as she felt the way he seemed partial to the gentle curve of her jawline. Fingertips moved to touch briefly at his shoulders, taking in the gracious way the muscle curved underneath her touch before she slowly traced a subtle trail up along his neck; moving her fingers to carefully feel out the structure of his own jaw. When he pulled away from her, she turned her head just enough so that his lips brushed against her own for a second time. He seemed to understand the less than noticeable sign and moved to completely close the space between them. His hands squeezing her waist with a bit more force before they slid down to capture her hips against his palms; the overall touch and pressure of his lips on top of her own was broken with the solid entrance of his tongue moving into her. It was a sudden flood of warmth in reaction to the rush, a sensation she had only experienced a small handful of times before; yet, there was a measure of recklessness with this one, stirring a thought process she had yet to divulge into before.
His taste was sweeter than what had been expected; his lips were softer in touch than from looks.
An addition of hands moved over his own and entangled with his fingers as they joined in the combined hold against her hips; a soft brush of warm air made its way down the back of her neck as she felt a second set of lips make contact with just the bare inch of flesh that was visible. The sound of a brief hum drumming from the back of a throat was followed with the gentle press of another body.
"I apologize for my earlier remark about feeling jealousy... I didn't think I'd be notifying myself of it." Lady Harribel remarked with a soft, low purr from her vocal chords; the tip of her tongue just briefly making contact with the Shingami's skin as she spoke. She moved her hands to slowly wrap against the woman's abdomen before she mimicked the soft hold one would take when bringing a partner in for a hug. There was a brief hint of tension at the contact before it seemed to melt away just as easily as it appeared. She had only seen the woman once or twice before while she was visiting; the woman seemed to be in good health and decent spirits, although her rather sheltered expressions gave little to work off of. She believed the Eighth Espada when he promised that he was keeping her in watch and made sure to provide her with what she needed; he had to assure her multiple times that he wasn't taking advantage... another aspect she believed and appeared to be true. Had it been in a more severe, violent manner, she doubted the Shinigami would've seemed so at ease right now.
The break of their embrace came a bit quicker than expected but the press of his lips against the unoccupied side of her neck was enough to make up for it. His hands moved to tug lightly at the black material of her uniform before he loosened it enough to slowly pull down; revealing the fair skin of her shoulders in the process. It gave him more space to work with as he moved to embrace the soft curve of her shoulder now when it became expose to his touch. She could even feel the other woman move to take hold over the other shoulder and felt the gentle embrace of her warm lips against her cooler flesh. This kind of... contact and physical attention escaped her reach of knowledge as both partners seemed fully intent on pampering her skin; for once, it wasn't with bruises or cuts or other scientific procedures. It was almost intriguing to wonder on what exactly was going to happen.
A light tug against her midsection hinted at the slow removal of the thick obi sash as the Third Espada slowly pulled away at the red string that had held it together; the tight-fitting material loosened immediately following the string's departure, causing for her uniform to drape slightly just the same. The black fabric slipped a bit lower down her shoulders and only seemed to halt slightly as it was caught on her breasts. His lips moved to touch at the flat of her naked sternum, feeling the lightly quickened beat of her heart underneath her skin. She thought she picked up on a low, amused chuckle from his throat and found herself almost sharing that same kind of wonder. No doubt a species well known for missing the vital organ would find the rhythmic beat of one entertaining.
"You have a steady pulse."
"And you have a steady tongue."
Harribel chuckled lightly at the brief exchange, surprised by the woman's quick response. Pulling herself up, she tucked her head into the curve of the woman's neck and held her arms around her midsection once more. "She certainly has gotten a point, Aporro."
"Only because you would know, Tia." he replied in familiar suit before he moved to touch his lips against her own; playing with the soft way she nipped at him as their partial embrace remained open. He moved to place his hands against her cinnamon-toned hips and lightly squeezed the woman between them. "You know, the only thing that would make this better-"
A chorus of shouts in the distant outward corridors signaled that there was a guest entering the facility- a guest he was not willing to welcome at the very moment. And his Fraccion members were not going to shut up until he was firmly aware of the intrusion and came to resolve it, another matter he wasn't wishing to deal with right now. But consistent incoherent babbling was not going to set the mood, one of which took him this long to do so successfully.
"Someone else beckons for you." Harribel remarked. "Another partner to join?"
Her voice was set in a sarcastic tease, one of which he replied with a roll of the eyes. "This would not go well with my previously interrupted statement. It appears as though someone here is desiring to ruin a very well prepared evening... You'll have to excuse me while I go to... resolve this matter."
She felt the way he seemed reluctant to separate himself from them but eventually pushed to move away regardless. She didn't realize how warm his body had been against her own until he left; leaving her with a slight cold spell against her skin.
"There's no promise we'll wait up for you." Tercera called as he eventually moved out of the open doorway.
"Feel free not to, I encourage it."
Shaking her head, she waited for me the man to disappear from sight before she nuzzled into the woman's neck once more. Her hands moved up to lightly clasp at the soft dip of her ribcage; feeling the soft way her skin lifted and moved with every breath. There was a soft lavender scent to her flesh that was no doubt the result of the available skin care the Eighth had provided; he used to always remark that lavender was only suitable when accompanied by the soft touch of a woman... hence why she liked to keep it around so often. "We're free to continue further if you wish, or we're free to wait until his return just the same. Whatever is more comfortable for you."
The offer was slightly unexpected and yet intriguing coming from the other woman. Her touch was light and understanding with every move of the fingertips; only giving off the impression of comfort and the illusion of willingness. There was really no denial of how the soft easy breaths of warmth that glided down her neck managed to stir up her skin and the underlining nerves in the selected area. Even the poised brushes of her lips had succeeded in collecting her curiosity and merging it with the affection of how the tip of her tongue gave small hints at what its contact was like. Her hands moved to cup lightly over the woman's arms as she pulled them loose for a moment before she turned herself around; repositioning her body to face the woman now. At this closer distance, she could examine every small color difference in her oceanic eyes; pick up on the subtle curves of her full lips and take in the soft scent of her skin that had partly rubbed off on her own. Her upper torso, while beyond gifted and packaged, was well sculpted with supportive muscles that curved perfectly underneath her flesh; her anatomy, while appearing almost off-balanced from a distance, was more than in line up close where one could see the deep curves of her fleshy waist before it gave out into the solid structure of her hips; her black sash was barely hanging onto her dressed pelvis as it dipped down to give a more accurate view of her hip formation; the white material of her uniform pants gave plenty to the imagination as it hid the sure to be well-exercised shapes of her longer legs.
Fingertips slowly moved to touch ever so lightly at the woman's collarbones, partly giving in to a brief examination of her remaining Hollow piece- the broken edges were surprisingly rounded and appeared to have been cut down to prevent the ragged shards from inflicting skin damage. "I am... curious as to a closer examination of the female Arrancar energy structure. An isolated moment for observations would not seem... rushing, would it?"
She could definitely see why the Eighth had been so partial to this one; they appeared to speak the same language. The Shinigami did seem to fit his usual profile for female partners, not to say that he had all too many restrictions on such a profile. A light chuckle passed from her lips as she moved her hands to cup the woman's jawline next, tugging her forward to press the space between them to a minimal. There were only a few inches separating their heights but it was enough to cause a noticeable difference. "I can promise you that 'rushing' is really quite the last thing we do around here. But I suppose we're doing so even now... give me the privilege of learning your name, Shinigami."
"Kurotsuchi."
Leaning inward, she pressed her lips against the shorter woman's and felt the way they seemed to cave in underneath her own; feeling the way they parted just ever so slightly at the contact. "That's a pretty name, Kurotsuchi..."
The Espada's lips were softer than her male counterparts and the tip of her tongue was more of a tease as she used it to slowly stroke her lower lip. She supposed from the silent observation of embraces as such she had evaluated in her time, there should've been more resistance; but her faint personal experiences for such actions lead her to give in easily to the woman's strokes. There was a more gentle entrance as her tongue seemed to seek out approval from her own before she tried to softly engage her. A brief delay was playful accepted as she slowly moved to follow the woman's motions; feeling the soft stumble of work beginning to churn out into something more passionate. Fingers slowly lifted to touch against the Tercera's strong abdomen, taking in the soft embrace of her cinnamon skin and feeling the smooth transitions between every knit of muscle. She supposed she let her consciousness slip away for a moment as her hands pressed to capture the woman's solid ribcage and felt the soft hints of scar tissue rumble beneath her fingertips. A soft hum from the back of the Espada's throat seemed to encourage her actions as she tried to brave a more suitable action; white flesh moving to be perfect against cinnamon sin as she traced the woman's anatomy by touch alone- mentally naming every muscular curve and contour that fell to her. It was difficult to try and find the obvious difference of which seemed to hold a greater containment of sweetness; the soft texture and consistency of her tongue or the accurate, smooth build of the rest of her body.
A shift in movement barely managed to draw her attention away from the woman as she moved to follow her subtle hints. It was only when the woman nearly seemed to fall away from her touch that she took note of the radical movement. Hands moved away from her jawline to grasp at her full hips instead as the Espada pulled her down into her open lap; forcing the edge of the mattress, that had protested the Tercera's weight, to squeal louder now that it had to support the addition of her body just as well. Their lips broke apart at the sudden movement but the embrace easily lingered on between them as light pants drew in from both their chests.
Moving her hands to lightly tangle in the black material of the Shingami’s uniform, she caught those melancholic green eyes against her own.
"May I?" Harribel questioned, almost at a whisper as she traced the girl's collarbones lightly with the sides of her thumbs.
"Yes."
There wasn't a more perfect answer to give.
Without the previous obi sash to obstruct her, she carefully unfolded the material and slid it down her porcelain-like skin; taking note of every inch that became available to the naked eye. Slender shoulders gave into fit arms and small wrists before sculpting out into gracious fingers, ones that had certainly shown their expertise in close inspections and shown the art of examination. The flat of her sternum was decorated with lightly dipped collarbones before the generous curves of her breasts seemed to dominate most of her upper body, almost masking the full shape of her ribcage that dipped down into her soft abdomen; there was a perfect triangle as her lower stomach disappeared between her shapely pelvic bones that protruded outwardly from beneath her skin. Only a small patch of black material kept her more private area covered from sight while allowing for her tempting thighs to part slightly over her own cinnamon ones. Temptation took form in every heavy curve, from her bent legs to her open hips; even down to every little scar that ran its energy across her skin. While she was not one to be completely on one end of the rope or the other, there just didn't seem to be a fair way to deny something like this... Beauty and temptation belonged to the skin, and it didn't matter whose skin it belonged to.
The black fabric of the former uniform fluttered effortlessly to the floor below, and with it, any sense of hesitation floated away like a passenger on the limp, broken wings.
Lips dipped forward to continue their broken embrace from before as hands moved to grasp some form of flesh. She braced her hands partly against the Espada's darker shoulders as she moved into a more suitable position, preferring to rest more prominently on her knees and forced another squeak from the mattress below. Tercera's hands grasped tightly at her hips for a moment to garner her balance before she slowly moved down to skim fingertips across her thighs. The motion was enough to cause a slight stir down her spine as she felt her skin tremble lightly at the warm touch. It was almost difficult to concentrate on the embrace of lips and tongues when the light presence of nails furthered the previous stir down her spine. A light vocal response was caught in the back of her throat as she felt her darker counterpart adjust her hands to follow the curves of her thighs back up the way she came; she lightly turned her hands to move to the underside of her legs before she touched lightly at rounded curve of her backside; fingertips playing with the black material of her underwear as they slipped beneath the hem of the fabric for a brief moment.
Another set of hands pressed against the center of her ribcage for a moment before she felt a light force pull her back; separating their embrace by third party means. The touch of his lips against the back of her neck tugged her attention as she gave into the soft embrace of how he pulled her back towards him; pressing the back of her shoulders into the flat of his chest.
"And just how long have you been back, Aporro?"
"Long enough, Tia." he answered with a brief chuckle. "Do not worry, I've dispatched of our distraction and gave those Fraccion figures a task to keep them busy for now. We shouldn't have anything else to worry about from now on, unless one of us wishes to pose one."
"I think we're fine." she replied, leaning forward for a moment to rest her head against the woman's chest. "Kurotsuchi and I were only getting to know one another a little more... In-depth."
A light grin seemed to play between his lips and her skin as he moved his hands to spread against her ribcage; shifting them upwards to briefly touch at her breasts. "So I observed." Her skin was soft against his own as he continued his path and brought his hands to cup her breasts completely this time; taking them from the heavy under curves and letting their weight balance out in his open palms. He felt her tremble slightly at the sudden grasp as her shoulders pressed back against him; her hands no doubt squeezing the Tercera's shoulders just the same.
The embrace of his warm hands against her breasts startled her nerves and caught her off-guard; the more forceful touch of his lips against the curve of her neck was carried along with the light pressure of how he bit into her tender skin- not enough to break it but enough to form a small mark. The slight squeeze of her breasts caused her to usher a soft moan in reaction as she moved her hands to cup over his own. Her attention briefly switched to his actions as he moved to the softer patches of skin on her neck; drawing out every vocal response that he could. It wasn't until she felt the light touch of the woman's tongue against one of her pink, rounded nipples that her attention shifted once more.
There was hardly any time wasted as she felt the first light touch slowly move into a complete warm engulf of the mammary; hands moving to partly squeeze her backside as the woman leaned into her now. Those full lips from before separated around the limp tissue as her tongue softly flicked it from within. It was almost more exhilarating to watch the careful process of forcing blood into one centralized area to garner a momentary status of stiffness; she could feel a tight pull of the surrounding skin as the tissue began to form a more stable perk from the formless matter. The light suckling motions drove into the depths of her nerves and she found herself producing more rapid, softer responses; adding on with the rough texture of every mark that he was putting on her flesh as he tilted her head to one side to gain more freedom over her neck. She felt the way he tightened the grip he had on her breasts and moved his fingers to softly massage the fatty tissue; moving in almost circular patterns to draw more vibrations across her vocal chords.
A slight dress of disappoint seemed to come from nowhere as she felt the warmth of salvia evidently escape from the hardened perk, only to have it reappear on her less fortunate breast. The same process as before slowly began to repeat itself with a few added techniques. A brief shudder startled her at the light graze of teeth against the sensitive tissue, feeling a nip pull at the flimsy skin and stretch it only for a second or two; allowing for it to pop back into place afterwards. She pressed her fingertips into the woman's curved shoulders in reaction to the motion and arched her back forward for the moment.
She felt the slight pressure of his hand drop away from one of her breasts, the one that just happened to have been tended to. The brief touch of his fingertips skimming down along the curve of her abdomen caused for her to shiver slightly as the soft brushes stirred up at her tense nerves; pulling at her skin until it felt more like a tickling sensation. He pushed against the dark fabric of her underwear and pulled the waistband down slightly as he hooked his thumb onto the other side. She felt her teeth press into her lower lip at the motion before shuddering as he pressed the tip of his thumb against the curve of her mound; eventually slipping it into the small slit of her flesh. His other fingers managed to tuck themselves more suitably between her legs as he pressed his index and middle fingers against her; pushing them against the thin material until they made minor contact with her tender organs.
He wasn't the least bit surprised to find the mild hint of moisture between her as he pressed in with a bit more force and felt her almost struggle in his grasp. She had always reacted so well to this technique, and was responding as usual as he felt around. If he was correct in his judgment, the flimsy piece of tissue he found just now proved to be her sensible clit, that fell as an unfortunate victim to his grasp; a slightly suppressed moan confirmed it to be the same organ as he pinched it between his fingers and the material. He could almost feel the quickened pace of her lungs pushing back against his chest as he moved a little quicker with more power behind his touch. There was almost a horrible sense of loving the way her form both resisted and squirmed in their combined grasps. While the original plan for the evening had been a mere confrontation of two bodies and a noisy bed, this was a near better alternative; he and the Tercera could have their moment later, for now they had a guest to entertain. Removing his fingers for a brief moment, he slid them perfectly down the inside of the material and made bare contact against those same organs; this time, he was able to feel the slight warmth of fluid as it slipped out of her body. Leaning in against her, he pressed her forward slightly as he moved to tangle his fingers against her. Taking her clit once more, he could feel the smooth texture of where it had been mixed with fluids and made his actions slicker as he ran his touch against the entire length; listening to her quiet moans as she braced herself harder against the other Espada, who still continued to suckle at her breast. The combined sensations were probably more than overwhelming for her sensitive system; she had no experience of such... extended exercises, so this was more than a learning experience for her.
He had to be careful though and not push her all too far, too quickly... that would ruin the entire evening for them.
Moving away for a brief moment, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the upper curve of her back as his hands shifted to grasp at her hips now. All it took was a small gesture and a tiny hint before the trio of them seemed to move in one motion. The mattress protested their combined weight as they managed to fit the three of them together; hands grasping against mixed flesh and pressing into vulnerable, sensitive areas to provoke greater reactions. For a moment, there was a mess of lips touching any inch of skin that became available as gentle, quiet moans radiated from different chests and lungs.
She found herself pressed against two separate bodies as both Espadas had her pinned between them. The flat of his chest compressed her breasts as his hands pulled her into him; she could feel the smooth bone texture of the Tercera's breasts moving against her back. Heated lips skimmed against her flesh once more as he dipped himself against the flat of her sternum while the other woman touched at the center curve of her spine. She tangled her fingers in the black material of the sash that continued to hold around his waist; curiosity slowly provoked her to pull it down slightly to garner more of his skin. He seemed far too preoccupied with tasting the curve of her shoulder once more and handling small touch-ups on the marks he had given her moments ago. She waited for him to move against her jawline before she pressed her fingers downward; hearing the onset of a sharp exhale as her touch made contact with a more sensible piece of anatomy.
"She learns quick." Harribel whispered as a light tease; identifying that kind of wordless exhale that escaped her male partner. She moved her hand from where it had been posed on the Shinigami's hip and moved to grasp at his own. "He has this sensitive area right above his hip that can pretty much bend him to your will."
"You spoil secrets too easily, Tia." he responded before another short exhale pushed the words from his tongue. The Shinigami was a bit more... assertive than he had previous expected, but her rather... extensive knowledge of basic anatomy seemed to play into her fingers. Her touch was sometimes hesitant and sometimes dominant as it varied in pressure and yet remained consistent with every short stroke. Normally, he was able to keep himself mostly under control until the last few moments, but as of now he felt his grip on that kind of control slipping. It seemed to be a mental lapse at the new touch being combined with the tight pressure against that small knot of tissue the Tercera knew all too well; he wouldn't deny what she said, but it did come with mild exaggeration- it wouldn't necessary bend him to anyone's will. Although it did feel like it from occasion to occasion.
The mix of kisses against flesh seemed to blur with the stroke of fingers against vulnerable skin; feeling soft trembles bypass from one body to the next and to the next. What had once started out in separate parts moved into conjoined effects as she felt her hands figure out the mold of his body while other fingers pressed into her own anatomy; with the mix of three bodies, three sets of hands found themselves always in motion as there were new inches of flesh to discover somewhere underneath the barricade of clothing. Lips always open to taste at new flesh as they moved from the flat of the sternum and ended up against the inside of a thigh; tongues moving in solid strides as full moans escaped pursuing lips. It was enough to stir her flesh into its own sense of curiosity as it tried to figure out what the new sensations were; feeling the warm contact of his lips as they moved into the light dip of her left hip; embracing the soft roll of soft lips as they pressed against the curve of her spine and followed it to the base of her neck, lightly biting into the soft knot of flesh that resided close by.
Hands moved to grasp onto the thin material that kept to her hips before they slowly lowered them down against her thighs; moving them along the soft curves of her legs until they could be tossed aside. To mimic the same motions, she loosened the black sash that kept to his waist before fingers tangled in the white material of his pants; she removed them in the same manner until the soft fabric slid away to the floor below. She moved to adjust her body before she rolled to face the woman behind her; hands lightly pulling her into a soft embrace as hands pressed into mixed hips. The warm feel of cinnamon hands against her naked flesh stirred a small chill up along her spine before she moved to tug away her uniform just the same; leaving a long exposure of her tan tone as she dropped her hands to feel the seamless skin that covered over much longer legs. Hands moved to grab a hold of her once more as more lips touched at her shoulder and neck.
She turned back to face him and followed his motions when he moved to readjust his position; moving to press his back more suitably against the back of the headboard. Pushing herself up, she felt him draw her in to an embrace as she moved to straddle him.
There was a minor stumble of motions as he pulled her in towards him; her knees sinking into the empty space around his waist. Fingers squeezed his shoulders as he seemed to mimic the pressure around her hips; making the first motion of slowly guiding her downward. She had to shift her legs slightly with the movement before she felt the tip of him press against her wet folds, toying with them briefly just as he made his way between them. The touch of him pushing against her entrance forced a sharp shudder up her spine as the muscles and nerves gave away to his pressure; a brief gasp moved from her lips in an airless manner as strings of nerves suddenly boiled up at the raw contact and asserted a heated feeling across her body. It was a gradual descent and a combined effort of him guiding her down against him while she took her time in repositioning herself to better gratify her inner body. A breathless pant seemed to leave the both of them as she settled down against his waist; feeling the heated way he completely filled her body.
A small mutter seemed to leave his lips as he touched lightly at the deep crevice of her collarbones and tightened his fingers around her waist; feeling the heated way her body constricted around him and how it seemed to tighten with any movement. "Ahh... you know, to be honest... I had assumed you were a virgin."
She leaned forward for a moment and shifted her hips once more to gain a better fitting; feeling the pressure of hardened flesh separating more sensitive tissue and residing against raw muscles and open nerves. The tight friction rubbing against the nerves gave her an unbearable sensation that seemed to balance somewhere between uncomfortable yet pleasurable in a sense as well. The warm pair of hands moving to overcome his own brought on a light illusion of comfort as she felt the other woman move in behind her; resting her head against the back of her shoulder as the feel of her hollow piece pressed into her skin once more. "No... I haven't been one of those for quite some time now."
"Hmm... who was the man?" Harribel whispered as she interlocked her fingers with her counterpart and pressed them together against the woman's hips. Her lips pressed lightly against the pale skin before her and felt it tremble softly at the contact. "Unless it's a secret you wish to keep."
"It was my Captain." she answered briefly; a sharp exhale escaped from her chest as she felt their combined effort to lift her hips slightly before they brought them back down. The increased effect of friction seemed to upset her nerves once more and sent an overabundance of sensations through her body; forcing her to dig her fingers into his shoulders once again.
He couldn't help but to feel slightly disgusted by the answer; wishing he could erase the face of that man from his subconscious forever. Trying to focus on other matters, he dropped to brush his lips into the valley between her breasts; using the tip of his tongue to trace small shapes against her sweet flesh. The weight and pressure of the third woman joining them encouraged a greater press of flesh against different bodies as they moved in one motion. Cinnamon fingers entangled his own and assisted him with every motion; making sure to keep things steady and calm for their new partner. But every motion of her body moving against his own, every downward push of her hips and upward pull of her muscles only seemed to drive the sense of euphoria into his veins; it felt like it would only help to drive him faster to the brink of insanity. "Humor me then, was it an order?"
"He was upset with me." she started; taking a moment to groan just lightly at the slow moving thrusts. "I misplaced a chemical that he needed, and by the time we found it, it had already decayed... he said it was my punishment."
Fingers pressed into her hips at the same time as the feel of pure flesh burning against her own seemed to heighten. She could feel the way he brushed his lips absentmindedly across her sternum before he buried his head into the curve of her neck. His female counterpart pressed her forehead against her shoulder before seemingly mimicking the same motion. The close contact made her body feel more sensitive to the touch as it rushed to pick up every small detail of opposing flesh and different lips. She didn't know what caused for them to suddenly do such a combined act but she guessed it was just part of their ritual.
A low humming noise escaped from her lips as she moved her hands to press against the Shinigami's abdomen; feeling the way her muscles tensed and relaxed with every motion. Moving one hand up to press against her ribcage, she allowed for the other to skim fingertips across her male counterpart's sternum; feeling the close sense of contact between the three of them. He moved to grasp lightly at one of her sides and squeezed the easy flesh to acknowledge her touch. "And here I thought our species was the only one who garnered that kind of evil." Harribel whispered; pressing her lips into the white flesh and feeling the thundering pace of her heartbeat throbbing against the tip of her tongue. "I guess we all have our burdens to bear."
"Well, can't say that I have fallen all too far from the tree." he replied as he leaned back enough to let his lips catch the light curve of her chin. The feel of her fingers moving from his shoulders to curl tightly against his jawline caught him a little off-guard; the warm brush of her lips touched over his own before they progressively moved to the corner of his lips and then onward until her breath settled against the curve of his ear.
"That's why with every wall and table that abused my back, I always wanted you to go deeper." she whispered as she brought her hips forward slightly and listened to the faint groan that escaped from his chest. "I never could ask though..."
A light chuckle escaped him as he moved his hand to circle around to her back; curling his fingertips against her warming flesh. "Don't think my temptation for such was easy to handle, those few incidents weren't just for you, you know."
"That would explain your sudden increase in visits." Harribel mused.
He moved his other hand to lightly pull his counterpart closer and touched their lips over a slender shoulder. Their evening had changed drastically but she knew well that he'd make it up to her later. "I suppose my inability to make a solid choice between two different bodies is a hindering attribute. But I'm willing to take the blame for it."
It seemed like at the one given moment, the three of them allowed for the conversation to dissipate and move back to the joining activity beforehand. She leaned her body in against him and tucked her head into the curve of his shoulder; feeling the way he moved one hand to cup the back of her neck while moving the other to her hips once more. The steady process from before had picked up energy and she could feel the way their hips seemed to move in sync with every thrust; she had to ease her muscles and keep them from tensing a few times when he pushed the sensitive opening of her cervix. Her mix of hot breath ran down against his skin and she could feel the way his muscles pulled and flexed with every motion; she could hear his thick breathing press his lungs into a new speed as they struggled to keep up with the oxygen demand. The woman's hands pressing against her only seemed to keep her sense heightened as fingers massaged into the tender curves of her hips and then up into the gentle slopes of her ribcage; fingertips eventually moving to grasp her breasts once again as they moved circles into her skin and worked against her nerves. The tender skin only seemed to become worse with the continuous treatment and she could feel the cinnamon touch working against her heightened perks now. She had once been conservative with her vocal responses but now it seemed like she was losing her grasp on them; willingly letting go of the conservative hold and let herself to speak aloud.
It was only when she felt those molded hands move down against her body did the feel of prickled nerves return. She moaned lightly at the tight squeezes that claimed her hips before warm palms move down to her full thighs; she pressed her fingers into the muscles of his back at the sensations. The woman pressed lips against the center of her spine as one hand moved to curl against the warming mix of flesh between her legs. Despite the heavy movements that rolled hips downward and pulled at her spine, she gasped faintly as warm fingers still managed to touch at her hardened clit. Her grasp tightened against the sensitive tissue and called for a short moan at the sudden embrace. She pushed herself into a straightened position against his waist and tried to control her breathing as hips tried to keep in tempo with his while keeping her attention on the massaging fingertips as well. She could hear herself gasping at the combo of actions that moved to engulf and pleasure her flesh... her senses blurred as they attempted to pick which one was more pleasing.
One hand moved back to brush the Tercera's cheek as her lips moved in against her shoulder; fingertips sliding across smooth flesh before they lightly caught hold onto her chin. She turned her head slightly touched their foreheads together, feeling the woman turn just the same to complete the motion. There was a sense of comfort and sanction in the woman's skin as she kept the hold just to linger in the feeling. Lips touched briefly against small corners and the contact was enough to solidify the motion.
His hands slid down along the shape of her spine before they moved to her hips once more; teasing the flesh with their grip as every thrust drew faster and deeper motions from the both of them. Hips grinding as they attempted to keep up with the rush of blood through flesh and the rush of drive that progressed from the muscles; each one twisted and working as one to keep every thrust in position, to drive flesh and friction into one generalized area to improve every call of a moan or hiss of pleasure.
There was a breaking point as she felt his grip tighten and heard the ease of a hiss eventually call out for more; the tension of his muscles seemed to carry through her body just the same as fluid rushed to fill her fertile stomach with warmth. She felt her own body brace slightly against the release as one hand moved to press down against his hips, digging into the vulnerable spot that had been mentioned before, only to intensify the climax. The slight jump of his body seemed to be the needed trigger to coordinate her body with his. She felt the tightness of her abdomen pull once more before it seemed to hold itself in place; the earlier tension that had erupted the moment he entered her was pulled to its peak before it slowly released just the same. The warmth of liquid moving inside of her was almost an odd sensation as she released the lung-heavy experience with a short gasp that barely broke from her lips; leaving her chest as more of a mental sigh than anything else.
He reached forward and lightly placed his hand on the back of her neck once more before he pulled her forward; his lips fully taking her own this time as broken pants moved between them. She openly embraced him as he strove to taste at her tongue and remind himself of how sweet her flesh was.
"I told you we could be gentle." he whispered as fingers pushed through her straying bangs. He focused on her green eyes for a moment before he pressed his lips against hers once more. "Does this do anything to help ease your stay here?"
Her forehead moved to his own as she reached back and took the cinnamon set of hands behind her; pulling the woman forward to join their embrace. "It's a start... that's all I can promise."
"That's all we can hope for." Harribel remarked as she gave one last kiss against the back of her neck.
It was a slight mix of careful movements as he helped to move the both of them from his waist; allowing for them to roll out into the empty space that the rest of the bed was made of. He pushed himself up onto his forearms before he leaned over to address the both of them with his lips just before he left. She felt the warm arms of the other woman embrace her as she settled against her open chest; feeling the smooth bone structures press lightly against her. She could feel her breathing pattern eventually move to fall in sync with the Tercera's; listening to the calming breaths that moved inside of her chest. Fingers moved to push through blonde strands as she closed her eyes for a moment and took in the surrounding elements that remained of their previous acts.
"Where's he going?"
A light hum left the female Espada as she rested her cheek against the top of her head; feeling the softness of her black strands that remained tied back in a messy braid. "You'll have to excuse Aporro, he enjoys these kind of activities but not so much the aftermaths. He doesn't really like the feel of sweat on his skin, so he usually takes a shower after these courses; don't worry about him, he'll be back in a few minutes or so."
The woman's answer barely seemed to dawn on her despite that it was a call to her own question. She found herself just a little bit exhausted but the touch and scent of the woman's flesh kept her caught in the moment. It didn't seem easy to say but... it really was a start at getting used to this stay.
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