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My captcha for this was 'TEMPORARY WOOD'
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Panterea ricocheted off of the white stone, leaving a deep, angry gash. Grimmjow sighed. As much destruction as he could cause to the inanimate rock, there was nothing compared to getting to test his metal against an actual person. He watched his sword slice and dice the wall into rocks, then pebbles, then sand. This courtyard could use an extra door anyway.
His sensitive ears picked up a sound through the noise of the last bit of rubble rattling down to rest on the earth. Footsteps in the hallway connected to his freshly made entryway. Hopefully it would be someone interesting.
He gritted his teeth in disappointment when he finally made out the figure walking through the still-clearing dust. Tess Cross, fraccion to none other than the world’s un-funniest clown, Ulquiorra. She was like if stuffiness and being tight-laced had an illegitimate child and that child grew up to have blonde hair and decent looking tits. Just when he thought a living creature couldn’t be more boring it had gone and gotten itself an even more bland subordinate. Somehow Ulquiorra and his fraccion had managed to take being well-oiled killing machines with super human abilities and strength and made it as interesting as trying to watch the ever-present crescent moon of Hueco Mundo travel across the sky. Spoiler: It never did. Not even an inch. Just like the eternal scowl that graced the Fourth Espada’s pale face.
“Ah Grimmjow,” called the approaching fraccion to him, “it always warms my heart to see you finding constructive ways to spend your time.” Boring or not, the female arrancar was perfectly adept at sarcasm.
“Yeah Tess,” he replied, settling on a nearby pile of rubble. “You know, just getting in a little re-decorating between sparring sessions. Say, you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor would ya?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’d like to remind you, Grimmjow, that not all of us are blessed with your constant state of idleness.”
“Aww c’mon Tess, a little fun never hurt anyone. Besides, if you would be a doll and go a round or two of sparring with me, you can write it off with your dear Ulqi-Sunshine as practicing your fighting skills. That is what we do here, you know.”
Tess started to walk past him. “Sorry, Grimmjow, perhaps another time. I find my abilities to be perfectly honed to my satisfaction. Thank you for you concern.” He used sonido to appear in front of her, blocking her path. She looked irritated.
“How’s this. We’ll make it interesting. We can make it a bet.” He said, grinning. She raised her eyebrows, still doubtful.
“What kind of fight would that be anyway? You’re an Espada and I am a mere fraccion. That hardly seems like an even match.”
Grimmjow smiled, now they were negotiating. “Alright, how about you can use your resurrección, and I can’t? That should at least keep things interesting.”
She bit her lip, weighing her options. “And what kind of bet would this be, anyway?”
Grimmjow put his hands in the air. “I don’t know, anything you want. I’ll do all of your recon for a week. I’ll tell Ulquiorra I think he’s super great without throwing up. I’ll sharpen your sword. I’ll dye my hair purple. I’ll kick Nnoitra in the crotch. I’ll give you a foot rub. I’ll give you a blowjob. Whatever.”
“Okay,” she said, arms crossed. “And if I lose, I’m expected to reciprocate?”
He looked at her, confusion all over his face. “Reciprocate what?”
“The blowjob.” She said plainly. “If I win, you have to give me oral, and if I lose I have to give you oral. Those are the terms, right?”
Grimmjow couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?” he asked, completely mystified.
She rolled her eyes again. “Ugh, if you are going to make this a pain then-“
“No no no! Okay, yes. Those are the terms. You got it. If you win, I- and then if I win you-“ He said frantically, waving his hands.
“Alright,” she sighed. “Let’s make this quick. I do have things to do today.”
He followed her through the gap he had made and into the open air of the courtyard. Grimmjow still couldn’t believe his luck. Tess Cross, dreary subordinate to her even drearier Espada had agreed to- oh yeah. Jackpot. If this was a dream he was determined not to wake up until he had those full, pouting lips around his cock.
She unsheathed her sword and turned to face him. “Ready?” she called.
“You bet your ass I am!” he yelled back, unable to contain his excitement. Today had just taken an unimaginable turn for the better.
“Nigiro, Drosera.”
Grimmjow had never seen Tess in her release form. Her mask and remained mostly the same, the fan of bone plates around her right ear how spanned across her forehead like a crown. Her sword now had trailing vines running from the hilt up her arm. The most dramatic change were the six thick tentacles that uncurled from her back. Each ended in a wide paddle covered in thick spines that dripped a magenta-colored sap. He suddenly felt his reiatsu being pulled in towards her. Check that, ALL reiatsu being pulled towards her, like a drain being pulled at the bottom of a washtub. This fight may be harder than he had first thought.
In a blink she was no longer in front of him, but behind and moving rapidly, sword out and aimed to pierce his torso. He quickly moved out of the way but found it difficult as his energy was being sapped from him. He moved in for an attack from below, but was blocked by one of the tentacles. Some of the villi brushed against his jacket and he found his arm stuck fast. At the point of contact he could feel his strength being sucked out of his body. Quickly he pulled his arm away, leaving her clutching nothing more than the scraps of fabric that had been part of his sleeve.
“That’s quite a neat little trick you’ve got there.” He called once he was a safe distance away. He felt like he was trying to fight his way through syrup. Tess’s only response was to charge at him, tendrils spread out and wide so she looked like a giant spider. Once again he barely managed to dodge her attack. Why the hell had he said he wouldn’t use his release form? And who the hell was she, being able to do all this and just being somebody’s boring little fraccion?
As she flew past him he managed to fire a beam of cero directly at her back. She caught it in the paddle of one of her tentacles like a child catching a rubber ball. The ball of energy flashed, then vanished as the slimy thorns drank in its power.
Shit, he thought to himself. This is what I get for judging people based on appearance, dull as dirt or otherwise.
He felt like all he could do was dodge her incoming attacks. Each time he shot cero at her, she would just absorb it. When he tried to get close enough to attack her with his sword, she’d try to catch him with one of those tentacles and suck the reiatsu out of his body. He could probably dispense with her pretty easily if he could release his zampakuto, but as he was he was obviously outmatched.
She came at him again, leading with the needle-sharp tip of her sword, tentacles streaming behind her like some sort of strange squid flying through the air. At the last moment, he put up his hands in surrender. “Alright already!” he yelled. “I got it, you win.”
He watched her gracefully float back down to the earth and sheath her sword, tentacles disappearing as she returned to her normal form. It looked like she hadn’t even broken a sweat. He touched down a few paces away from her. She started over to one of the walls that was shaded from the cold light coming from the moon. There was a bench projecting out of the wall.
“Well?” she called. “I believe you owe me my prize.”
She had already undone the sash to her hakama by the time he had gotten over his shock and followed her over. He could feel a goofy grin of appreciation form on his face when she allowed the garment fall to the ground, giving him a view of her round bottom clad only in the scant fabric of her fundoshi. She lowered the undergarment as well, turning to sit down on the bench behind her. Her knees were wide enough apart that he could see a sliver of flushed pink peeking out between the dark gold of the hair between her legs.
“I don’t recall gawking as being part of the deal.” She said impatiently, scooting so her hips sat right at the edge of the stone.
“Alright,” he said, kneeling down to settle himself between her thighs. “I like a lady who knows what she wants.” Tess only gave him a look of exasperation, but moved one leg so her knee rested on top of his shoulder, white fundoshi hanging off of her ankle like a flag. Grimmjow leaned forward and gave a warm lick along the entire length of her sex.
The stroke of his tongue had the desired effect as she gave a small hum of enjoyment. He used his fingers to part her folds so he could explore deeper. One of the residual features of his adjucas form was a tongue that was more textured than most, and Grimmjow planned to use it. He wrapped his lips around her clitoris, sucking it into his hot mouth before teasing it with his tongue. She let out a gasp at the stimulation and moved her hands to grip the edge of the stone bench.
He used his large, calloused hands to continue his attentions to the dense bundle of nerves while he moved his mouth to investigate the soft, sensitive petals of her labia. He drew them into his mouth, taking time to caress them with his lips before he found her opening and plunged his tongue inside, tasting her completely.
Her breath had start to come in deep pants as his efforts caused hot, liquid desire to pool deep in her belly. Like his fighting style, Grimmjow’s movements were powerful, deliberate, and a little erratic. As soon as she could feel the pleasure within her building towards release he would move his attentions to a different part of her lower anatomy. She did her best to make sounds of approval whenever he found a particularly delicious position, but even so he never directed his efforts to one particular place for long.
When not otherwise occupied his hands would caress the skin of her thighs and try to snake their way up her belly to reach her still-clothed breasts. Each time she would re-direct his touch back down to the current task. Eventually she grabbed a hold of his hands and wrapped them around her legs, encouraging him to brace against her hips. She was starting to feel frustrated by his wandering, teasing tongue. Each time she could feel the coil of release begin to wind tightly within her, he would change his pace, or the type of simulation, or move somewhere else.
Finally enough was enough. As he closed his mouth over her sensitive clit and rubbed it up and down with his tongue she reached down and tangled her fingers in his sky blue hair, locking him in place.
Grimmjow’s eyes rose to meet hers once he felt her constrain his movements. Her face was flushed pink with pleasure. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” She commanded through gritted teeth. He wasn’t about to argue.
He continued to worry his tongue against her in long, firm strokes, loving the noises of appreciation she was allowing to escape her lips. He felt her grip on his hair tighten while she pressed her pelvis more firmly against his mouth. She had begun to whimper with every exhale, thighs squeezing against the sides of his face. Not that he minded in the least.
With a loud, lust-filled exclamation he felt her body spasm around him, her breath hitching raggedly as she spiraled down into orgasm. She had fallen back against the stone wall, both legs up in the air and supported by his shoulders. Her face was frozen in a look of ecstasy.
After a few moments her legs fell to the side and she sat back up on the bench, panting. Grimmjow looked at her from where he knelt, wiping his mouth and licking her juices from his fingers. He was breathing hard as well.
“I should let you win more often,” he said with a smile. He was surprised when she reached down and began to pull on her undergarments. The Espada made a noise of protest when she tugged her hakama back around her waist, re-tying the sash.
“Hey, you can’t leave me here like this! That’s no fair.” He gestured to the front of his own hakama, where his erection strained against the fabric, a small pool of precum already staining the material. She turned to look at him, and made a gesture for him to stand. With her hands on his naked abdomen she drew him close and turned to pin him against the wall. Her hands traveled into the sides of his pants, fingers deftly finding their way beneath his undergarments and giving the sensitive head of his penis a firm squeeze. Her face was close to his, their lips almost touching but not quite. She began to move her hand in agonizingly slow strokes.
“Grimmjow,” she said softly, but he was lost in his own lust. She didn’t stop her caresses but said his name again. “Grimmjow, are you listening?” she asked. He nodded his head yes but could hardly hear her as his brain and groin were both overwhelmed in waves of pleasure.
“I want you to look at me.” She said. With great effort he brought his gaze down to look into her blue eyes. She increased her pace. “Grimmjow, I don’t recall sex being part of the deal.” She said sensually. He began to thrust his hips in time with her as she rubbed along his aching shaft. He was in heaven. Her voice got even quieter. She moved even closer to him, body pressing against his and lips barely a hairs breadth away from his own.
“And Grimmjow,” she said. It took all of his strength to keep his focus on her voice. “I can do whatever the hell I want. Better luck next time.”
She disappeared in a bang of sonido. The bubble of pleasure in his groin had swollen almost to bursting and then- nothing.
“UGH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” He roared.
Tess burst into laughter from where she heard him, a good half a mile away. Maybe she would let him challenge her to a sparring match again sometime.
For now, she had errands to get back to.
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