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Snake Fangs and Panther Claws.	By : Zarakiswolf Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Bleach and its Characters other than Nakkita and any other OC's belong to Tite Kubo. I do not make any money off of this story. Belle is an OC created by a dear friend used with her permission.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
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Nakkita has changed, for the better, I think. I watch her, as does Szayel, as she fights against Halibel's fraccion. Before, she didn't have a prayer. Now, she's kicking their asses easily. I watch her throw Apache into Sunsung, knocking them both out. Mila Rose collapses after one last punch. Nakkita, however, has a strange look on her face. Predatory. Szayel catches her right as she goes to bite Mila Rose.
"Calm down, Nakkita. You can't eat her." he tells her. She shakes her head before resting it on his chest.
"I'm sorry. These instincts have gotten far more aggressive." she replies.
"It's probably normal. When we first became arrancar, the instincts were to dominate any others who got in our way before eating them...or other things, if we felt the urge." I tell her.
"Speaking of urges....kindly stop stroking my scales. It does things to me."
"Oh? What things?" Szayel asks, though we both know he knows the answer already, obviously, since he keeps touching the scales on her wrists.
"I'm going to throw you down and rape you, Szayel, if you don't stop it." she hisses, though even I can hear there's no conviction in her words.
"It's hard to rape a willing partner, Nakkita." Belle points out. I've noticed the girl looks tired a lot lately.
"The hell's wrong with you, Belle? Are you sick?" I ask, just to annoy her.
"No. Shut up, Grimmjow." she snaps, irritably.
"I've heard PMS tends to make females angry and not sleep well." Szayel teases, though his eyes don't leave Nakkita.
"I am not PMSing you reject!"
Nakkita hisses angrily, finally losing her temper on Szayel for the scale stroking. She manages to knock him on his ass and I knock her flying before she can bite him. "You hungry, mousey? Is that the problem?" I ask her, realizing it's been a few days. Most arrancar need to hunt at least two to three times a month. She's only fed once since coming out of that egg last week.
She looks startled but finally nods. "I think so." she mumbles.
"Nakkita, when you're done feeding, come to my room. I need to talk to you." Belle says, leaving no room for argument before turning and leaving.
****Nakkita POV****
I head for Belle's room now that I'm calmer. My instincts are driving me crazy. Belle smells like food one minute, then the next I can't smell her. My two lovers had decided to give me space once I'd settled down enough to be rational. I knock on Belle's door before going right in. She's sitting on the bed with a book. "You needed me?" I ask after a few minutes of silence.
"Sosuke said before he was captured that it's likely the Quincie's will come out of hiding. He didn't know when but they want to do the same thing he wanted to do. Nakkita...I need your help to get him back. Once the Quincies have done their damage, Sosuke won't need to destroy the Soul King."
I really look at my friend, taking in the dark circles under her eyes and the pale skin. "You're depressed, aren't you?"
"Yes. I miss him so much. I don't understand why he couldn't take me with him!" she sobs
"He was protecting you, Belle. You don't want to be in the Muken, unable to touch him." I try to comfort her.
"Help me bring him back then. Please!" she grabs my shirt and gives me a pleading look.
"I'll help you when the time is right." I promise, not knowing whether it will make a difference. Aizen is a genius. What could he know that we don't, I wonder?
"Thank you. I'll owe you one."
"Belle, you need to try to rest. You look like shit, no offence."
"Halibel has already told me that. And Starkk. And Nel." she sighs.
I move quickly, striking her in the back of the head. She collapses in my arms. She smells like prey again but I fight the urge down and tuck her into her bed. I smell a very faint whiff of Aizen here. Maybe that's why she doesn't sleep much. The comfort she feels from his smell is slowly fading. I vow to try to get him free for her. She needs him almost as much as I need Grimmjow and Szayel by my side.
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"Szayel, something's wrong with me." I grumble, storming into his lab.
"I don't see anything wrong with you. In fact, the only thing I see wrong is you're wearing clothes instead of being naked and writhing beneath me or Grimmjow. Both, better yet." he teases.
I groan softly. "That's what I mean. Is this instinct or something?"
"What?"
"The fact that any time I'm near you or Grimmjow, my panties get soaked and I want to be fucked raw, over and over again. It's annoying. It's worse than normal lately."
He spits the tea he's drinking, coughing violently. "Well, that's strange. Arrancar can't breed but perhaps as you are still half Soul Reaper, your body is fertile. It'd never work though."
"So you're saying the arrancar part of me that is my instincts is telling me I'm in heat?"
"In a nutshell. Again, dead sperm can't fertilize an egg. So you'll be having no babies unless you find a male with live sperm to knock you up."
"I don't want kids." I say, my nose wrinkling in disgust.
"Then don't worry about it."
"It's aggravating. You have no idea what it's like being so aroused all the time when you two are near me."
"Come here."
"No. If I come closer I'm going to lose control probably."
He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "I've always liked the thought of my partner losing control over me."
"Szayel...do you like boys too?"
"You notice I don't get upset when Grimmjow is naked, correct? I'm sure most other males would. You both are candy for my eyes and I rather enjoy it."
My mouth drops in surprise. "I'm so sorry! I never realized you were interested in both! Why didn't you say something!?"
"Nakkita, my pet, do you ever notice that I never touch Grimmjow like I touch you? I enjoy seeing him naked, but you attract me more. I know he's likely not open for fun and games, not with me anyway."
"What if I convinced him to try?"
"What if I convinced you that I'm perfectly happy with how it is now?" Against my better judgement, I walk closer to him. His smell makes my mouth water. Orange and clove. He smiles widely. "What is it, my pet?"
"I need." my voice sounds strange. Heated and full of desire. I sit in his lap, groaning softly when I feel I've already aroused him too.
"Again? What the hell, Szayel?" Grimmjow growls from the doorway behind me.
"Apparently, I need your help studying her. And she came to me, not vice versa." Szayel hisses a bit as I give him a love bite on his neck.
"Studying what? You've already tested every damn thing about her."
"She seems to be different than a full arrancar. She's cycling like a snake. This would be the fertile part of the cycle and her instincts are telling her to...Nakkita!" Szayel hisses as I bite him again on the other side of his neck before I suck on the skin.
"Her instincts are telling her her name? That's interesting."
I tear Szayel's coat before kissing his chest softly. "I need." I hiss before biting him again, hard enough to leave a bruise. Szayel grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head away from him.
"Damn you, little snake." he snarls. I grind myself against him, mewling softly. His furious look drops slightly. "Grimmjow, Nakkita seems to think you'd allow me to touch you. I have a...punishment for her, if you'd be willing to help."
"You're not topping me, you creep, but you can touch me, if you think it'll make her behave better." Grimmjow growls.
"Oh, I have my ways. I won't violate you too horribly." Szayel chuckles a bit before planting his mouth on mine. I don't pay attention when Grimmjow ties my hands behind my back. Maybe I should. I'm jerked away from Szayel and tied to the lab table. Szayel gets to his feet, grabs Grimmjow's hand and throws him into the chair. He gives me a smoldering look over his shoulder. "He's my kitty now, Nakkita."
I watch as Szayel turns and slowly traces Grimmjow's pectoral muscles. Grimmjow watches silently, though his cheeks get a little pink. Szayels hand travels down to the tent in Grimmjow's hakama, tracing a circle around it with a finger. Szayel unties the black obi and pulls Grimmjow free. I notice Grimmjow isn't fully aroused, as if he's hesitant about Szayel's attention. Szayel drops to his knees and begins stroking Grimmjow slowly, teasing him. I watch, feeling the need inside me grow worse. After a few moments, Grimmjow pulls Szayel's head toward him.
"Let me go! I need." I whimper, pulling toward them.
Grimmjow gives me a heated glare. "No, mousey." he growls right before Szayel begins sucking on him in earnest. They both moan, one in pleasure, one with need. I watch as Szayel's tentacles tear the rest of Grimmjows clothes off. Grimmjows head flies back against the headrest of the chair as the tentacles begin writhing on and around him. I notice one entering his ass a tiny bit, then pulling back. Over and over, a little deeper each time. Grimmjow struggles a little at first before relaxing. I can see Szayel has him at a breaking point. He pulls his head away, pinching the tip of Grimmjows penis.
"Save that for her, cat." he says before getting to his feet. His tentacle never leaves Grimmjow, though he turns to me. "Are you going to bite me again?"
"No." I whimper, pulling toward him again.
I'm given the same treatment Grimmjow received. The tentacles slowly, teasingly pull the dress I'm wearing down, peeling me like a banana essentially. My breasts come free, bouncing a bit. I notice Grimmjow watching, his gaze smoldering. Szayel steps forward and captures one in his mouth, causing me to moan loudly. I hadn't realized how aroused I am. My eyes stay glued to the tentacle in Grimmjows ass. His back arches every time it enters him. My dress falls to the floor finally and Szayel's hand instantly caresses me though the lace. Within seconds I'm panting, my hips unable to stay still as her strokes my clit.
Grimmjow moans loudly and begins stroking himself, further inciting me. Szayel moves to my other breast and I lose all control, my orgasm taking hold of me with no mercy. He kneels down, shoving my panties aside before his tongue begins cleaning me. Several tentacles hold me up as my legs try to give out. Szayel's hands tear my panties away from me, obviously irritated, before two of them invade my wet hole. "Yes! Szayel, please! I need more!" I pant, struggling against the tie on my wrists. Grimmjow strokes himself faster, the tentacle inside him squirming as it plunges in and out.
"Take this wet thing and mount the cat, Nakkita. Do you understand my orders?" Szayel says.
"Yes! I want to! I need to!" I cry out.
My hands are released and I run to Grimmjow. He removes his hand and I notice he's extremely close as fluid leaks from the tip. He grabs me and gets me in his lap, sliding inside fast and hard. With two strokes, he locks himself as deep as he can, filling me with his cum. I moan loudly and let my body moves as it wants, riding him fast, not caring that everything he put in is gushing out. I can feel Szayel's tentacle still tormenting him, causing him to squirm, his face red though his eyes are glazed with lust. "Nakkita! Fuck me, baby. Harder." he groans.
I'm not the only one that moves faster. The tentacle does too, pounding into him with no mercy. His hips thrust hard up against me every time I come down on him. I'm losing my mind with pleasure. Szayel's hands caress my breasts before one drops to stroke my clit. My orgasm comes like a tidal wave, causing me to squirt violently, in turn causing Grimmjow to cum again. The tentacle removes itself from him and he cries out in pleasure.
"My turn, Nakkita." Szayel whispers in my ear before sucking on my neck. He lifts me off of Grimmjow, who looks ready to pass out, and carries me to the table I was tied to before. His tentacles disappear, which is strange to me, but I don't complain as he kisses me, his tongue violating me as it did my pussy earlier. I moan as he enters me, ignoring the sloppy noise it makes. He lifts his head, watching me as he fucks me senseless. Every time I squirm, he moans. I don't realize Grimmjow has gotten up until Szayel lets out a pained groan, burying himself deep inside me, though he doesn't cum. One glance tells me Grimmjow is deep inside Szayel.
"Payback, bitch." Grimmjow growls at Szayel.
Szayel simply nods. "I think this will work better in a different position." he grunts, panting softly.
"Then get in it, you bastard."
Szayel pulls out of me before pulling me off the table. "Lie down, Grimmjow." When Grimmjow follows his order, Szayel mounts himself back on him in a reverse cowgirl position. It looks like his eyes will explode, as wide as they get. I move quickly, taking Szayel in my mouth as Grimmjow begins thrusting into him. Szayel grabs my hair, keeping his hands fisted in it and guiding my head on him. Szayel is making a lot of noise, sounding pleasured and mildly pained as well. It occurs to me that maybe he's never been on the receiving end.
"Lie back, Szayel. There's a good pet." Grimmjow orders. Szayel lays back slowly, taking slow panting breaths. I follow him and continue giving him oral pleasure, enjoying his noises. I drool as much as I can, letting it roll down into his pink curls at the base of his shaft. Curiosity gets the better of me and I remove my mouth, pressing it to his testicles instead before sucking one inside. He jerks in shock and whimpers as I run my tongue all over it, sucking very gently. I'm relentless, repeating my actions on his other testicle.
"Oh fuck! Nakkita! Grimmjow! Fuck!" Szayel nearly screams. I release his testicle and crawl on top of him, kissing him violently before sliding my pussy down on his cock.
"That'a girl, mouse. I want this little bastard squirming." Grimmjow growls, lifting a hand to fondle my breast as I ride Szayel mercilessly. Grimjow begins thrusting violently. Essentially, Szayel has become a sandwich. Our bodies pound together. Szayel and I moan and thrash together as Grimmjow continues his violent thrusting into Szayel. I scream at the same time Szayel does, our climax hitting simultaneously. Grimmjow squeezes my breast roughly as he cums a moment or two after us. I collapse on Szayel's chest, causing him to groan...
****Grimmjow POV****
I carry Nakkita back to my room. Szayel is already in the shower. It strikes me that there was something on that damn tentacle that made me want him. I don't really mind though. I'm changing for Nakkita's sake. She can't live without both Szayel and I so I'll give in to my primal instincts and fuck Szayel too, if that's what he wants. I lay her down before joining Szayel. He blinks at me, clearly startled.
"Don't get used to it. I need a shower after all that earlier. I smell like a fucking whore with all this cum on me." I growl at him.
"You're a terrible influence on her with that mouth." he sighs before rinsing his hair out. I notice his tentacles are out and he's washing them too. They're four total right now, though I've seen him with more.
"Where's the red things?" I ask.
"Red...oh, you mean the things I make the dolls with? I only bring them out in battle. Elsewise, you all would be in trouble."
"Yeah, whatever." I roll my eyes at him before getting my hair wet and lathering it with soap.
"She's different from us, Grimmjow. She'll never be one of us, but she'll never be fully a Soul Reaper again either." he says quietly as he spreads the soap on himself. "I've tried everything. There is no cure to how her body bonded with the tiny bit of DNA I used to make her cure."
"She's cured and can kick some ass now. Don't worry about it anymore. She doesn't." I grunt, rinsing my hair out.
"I suppose you're right. She was pretty weak before."
"She's better now. And a helluva lot sexier too."
"Do you only see her as a sex partner?"
I frown a bit. "Not really, no. She's that but she's growing on me too. I think I'm attached to her, if nothing else."
"I feel the same. It's troublesome, really."
"Why?"
"I feel the need to violate her constantly. When I'm not inclined for that, I feel the need to protect her. It's aggravating."
"You're telling me. I feel the same about her. It's gotten worse the past couple of days."
"Her pheromones are very high. That's what I was saying earlier. She's still partly Soul Reaper. This would likely be the fertile time for her if she were still having a female cycle. I don't think she is. I haven't seen or smelled any blood. She's morphed into something stronger and better than she was."
I'm pushed into Szayel suddenly. "I do have ears, you idiots." Nakkita says from behind me before she joins us in the shower. I turn around and growl at her before moving to the side. I pause while grabbing the soap, watching her. Szayel has frozen as well. Her scales are reflecting the light and reflecting a rainbow onto them. Some are green, others blue, some yellow and even some purple. She notices us staring finally. "What?"
"Your scales. It's fascinating." Szayel says before grabbing her hand and studying the scales on her wrist.
"I'm feeling rather lazy. Wash me." She tells him, giving him her washcloth and bottle of soap that smells like vanilla and strawberries.
"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" he teases her before lathering the cloth.
"Grimmjow, would you wash my hair?" she asks innocently, turning those reptilian eyes on me.
"How can I refuse such a request when it comes from such a poisonous reptile, hmm?" I grumble at her.
"I'll return the favor, grouch."
"For both of us."
She smirks and I know she's not going to argue. "Of course. You two scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." she purrs sweetly.
"Nakkita, think about something nasty, will you. I want to test a theory." Szayel asks her suddenly.
"Nasty like food or...what do you mean?"
"Nasty as in thinking about it makes you want to vomit." Instantly, that intoxicating smell is gone. I notice her gag and move out of the way of the drain in case she hurls. Szayel smirks triumphantly. "That solves that problem. Do you think about sex often, Nakkita?"
She blushes and turns away from us. "Shut up, Szayel."
"I shall take that as a yes. That's why she smells so good, Grimmjow. Her thinking about sex makes her body want it, therefore increasing the pheromones that happen to be affecting us."
"And? So what?" I ask.
"So if she's not thinking about sex all the time, we won't be brainless idiots with erections all day."
"I can't help it. I'm sorry I'm such a pain in your ass, Szayel. I never asked for this." she mumbles, sounding sad. "I can't help it that I'm addicted to you both."
To my surprise, he jerks her by the shoulder, forcing her to face him before kissing her. "Is it addiction....or love, Nakkita?" he asks her, a serious look on his face.
"Both, I'm afraid. I love you both and am addicted to how you make me feel, even without sex."
"Fair enough. Hold still." he orders her before he starts washing her neck. I watch her become putty in his hands, visibly relaxing as he washes her body. I step forward and begin washing her hair, being sure to scrub her scalp.
"All I can say is thank goodness Sosuke put large showers in or you three would be mighty squished in there." Belle says from the door way.
"You want in here too?" I ask, a bit grumpy.
"No, I want to yell at that bitch you're washing for hitting me."
"You needed sleep, Belle. Don't get mad at me for trying to help you." Nakkita says firmly. "Aizen wouldn't want you to not take care of yourself."
"He wouldn't agree to letting you hit me either!" she hisses.
"Do you need laid, Belle? Is that what's wrong?"
"Shut up! You're so piggish, you reject! No wonder Sosuke never tried to get you in bed with him!"
"I wouldn't have wanted to be there anyway. He creeps me out. He's all yours."
"I swear sometimes I hate you, Nakkita."
"Do you need a hug?"
"No. I need time to go faster so I can have Sosuke back in my arms!"
"Can't help you there. There's a secret pouch in the food bag. Hidden inside the front pocket where the granola bars are. Take a treat and try to calm down, ok?"
"It had better be junk food."
"It is."
"I hate you a little less now. But don't you ever hit me again or I'll pay it back tenfold."
"I got it. I won't do it again."
As Belle leaves, Nakkita gasps suddenly. Szayel is washing her thighs and teasing her with his tongue before he washes her pussy too. Her hand darts out, grabbing my hair and pulling my head down for a kiss. That damn smell is back, clouding my brain. Szayel rinses her off, being careful not to spray our faces when he rinses her hair. She finally releases me when she's clean.
"I'm sleepy. Too warm, I think." she mumbles.
"That could be, actually. Snakes are temperature sensitive. Nakkita, you promised to wash us though. Do it quick." Szayel orders.
Nakkita doesn't hesitate. She's quick to wash me first, only being slow to wash my dick. She's teasing me on purpose. But she's done with me too soon to really get into the mood. Szayel's washed just as quickly and steps into the water as I step out of the shower and dry off. Nakkita follows me and I decide to be nice for once, drying her off too. I catch her as her legs give out.
"I'm so tired." she mumbles, giving me a pleading look.
I carry her to bed, holding her as I pull the blanket up. Szayel crawls in behind her after a few minutes. She stretches before pulling me closer as she presses back against him. "Stay with me, please." she says it sweetly, her tone almost begging.
"I will. Szayel will too, you know." I tell her.
"Of course. The mating earlier has sapped my energy." Szayel deadpans, making her laugh.
"I love you both. Good night." she says before taking a deep breath. She's out like a light before too long. I notice Szayel' eyes are shut too. Love? Tch. What a silly mouse. Love is for idiots.
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