Prize of Victory 2 | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > General Views: 56251 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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Romp
Her toes curled in pleasure as the sandy-haired head continued to bob between her legs. Guilt certainly brought out an interesting side to her husband, but she wasn’t going to complain. She never asked for this form of attention from him, but she sure as hell wouldn’t say no when he offered it to her.
She could feel the edge looming before her. Her hands curled into his hair and she pulled gently, not wanting to go over that ledge just yet. She only managed to remove his tongue from her core because he let her.
A single sepia-coloured eye looked into desire-glazed ones. She swore that single eye glittered with mischief before dropping as Tesra began to level kisses along her inner thigh. He continued to shower her with kisses, slowly working his way up to her hip bones. He kissed his way along the edge of her pelvis until the bone began to curve away and disappear. He moved his lips up over her flat, toned stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her belly button. She giggled as it tickled a bit and she could feel his lips smirk against her skin before they continued their journey up her body. From there they traveled along to one, small breast, kisses briefly turning into sucking as he assaulted her nipple. He paid the other one the same attention before gently kissing his way up to her throat, and finally her mouth. Their lips and tongues danced around each other and she felt him settle between her legs, his thick shaft already leaking precum and rubbing against her moist core.
Tatsuki shifted her leg and brought them up to wrap around his waist, pulling her to him and grinding against the hot, throbbing flesh pinned between their bellies. He let out a load moan as the resulting friction tormented him.
“I told you, I am perfectly fine,” she growled into his mouth.
“I still hurt you,” he murmured.
“It was an accident, but if you feel like you need to act like such a woman…” she twisted her powerful hips around and rolled them over so she pinned him to the futon now, “…then I will just have to wear the figurative pants,” she smirked down at him.
He wasn’t in any way a womanizer, nor did he think her weak simply because she had a pussy instead of a penis. There were simply no other terms she could think of to convey what she meant. Some things had just become a part of cultural reference, even if the meaning behind them had changed over time.
She didn’t dwell on those thoughts long. Right now, the only thing that mattered was sending as much love and pleasure as she could through the Claim his way. She was flattered he was worried about her and that he was upset that he had inadvertently hurt her, but it was getting tedious now. The only way to get him over it was to prove to him that she was fine about the accident. Moreover, there was one way she knew how to show it to him.
She grasped his leaking length and shifted so the tip was at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself upon him, not because it was uncomfortable, but because it was torturous for him as her wet, tight, heat slowly enveloped him. He squirmed beneath her and his hands dug into her hips. She stopped when he was only halfway in, smirking down at him as he looked up at her with a hint of sexual desperation.
Chuckling, she finally finished taking him in and sighed as her inner walls stretched fully to accommodate his length. She shifted about, adjusting her legs and hips into a comfortable position. His hands gently massaged her hips and his eye gazed up at her with what she could only call adoration. Settled comfortably, she leaned down and caught his lips with her own. They shared a deep kiss before she pulled back. Resting her hands on his chest for balance, she started to lift her hips up until just his tip was still inside of her, before going back down, slowly.
His head tipped back and he let out a low moan of pleasure. She rubbed her hands over his nipples, tweaking them while she kept up a slow and steady pace as she moved her body up and down his shaft. When his eye slid close in bliss and he started to thrust up to meet her was when she struck.
She had never seen him without the eye patch on before. She had asked him if she could see before, but he always just got embarrassed and said maybe another time. Well so help her that ‘other time’ was going to be this time. She had it off before he even realized she’d moved. He froze beneath her; both eyes wide open with shock. She, on the other hand, kept moving and even gave him a squeeze with her inner muscles, which made him shiver.
With the hand that had removed the eye patch, she cupped the side of his face and smiled down at him. One of his eyes looked up at her apprehensively, while the other was a milky white.
“Fascinating,” she murmured, brushing her thumb across his cheek. “I think I like the contrast,” she mused. “You should take it off more often.”
“You sure you are not just saying that to make me feel good?” he asked hesitantly.
“Seriously?”
She arched an eyebrow at him and stopped moving. “What are you sensing from me right now, oh Master of my Claim?” she demanded.
“Love,” he answered immediately.
“So… no trepidation?”
“No.”
“Discomfort?”
“No.”
“Disgust?”
“No.”
“So just love?”
“Maybe with a hit of exasperation now,” he smiled shyly up at her.
“You deserve it for acting so silly.”
She leaned down and gently kissed his eyelid as he closed it over his milky eye. “How did you lose it again?”
“Training exercise with Nnoitra-sama,” he answered.
“And did you hate him for it?”
“No.”
“Then what in heaven makes you think I would hate you over this accident, hmm?”
“Insecurity,” he admitted.
“Really, after ten years?”
Tesra blushed in embarrassment but nodded his head.
“Well then, I will just have to show you how much I love you,” she purred down at him.
“I have no objections to that,” he smiled up at her.
She responded to his smile with a far more predatory grin, and started to move once more while clenching her walls when she went down. He let out a soft curse as the pressure worked his arousal and his hips rose to meet her once more. They continued like this for a while, their bedroom filling with the sounds of soft moans and flesh meeting wetly.
She flung back her head for bit and shifted backwards to adjust the angle so the thick shaft buried inside her rubbed so sensationally along the very sensitive spot inside of her. Sweat quickly stared to cover her body and she increased the pace a bit. She was so wrapped up in sexual pleasure that she didn’t notice the shifts in Tesra’s muscles until she suddenly found herself being flipped over and pinned beneath him.
One eye may have been milky white, but there was no doubting the look of pure lust that he gave her. Hooking his arms around her legs, he lifted her up and started to thrust into her vigorously. Her body bounced beneath him but she didn’t care. She dug her nails into his shoulders and let out loud cries of pleasure and he took the pace up to a notch as only an Arrancar could. He was moving so quickly in her that it almost felt like one, continuous rub.
Her peak rushed towards her and she went over it without even having a chance to grasp the edge. Her walls clamped down and pulsed as she came. Above her, Tesra shuddered and his own flesh, buried deep within her, throbbed as well, filling her with spurt after spurt of semen.
They remained entangled for some time afterwards, although he did release the grip on her legs, while they both panted desperately for breath. His skin glistened in the candlelight and she pulled his head down for another, soft kiss between pants. Tesra pulled out of her and she felt a rush of cum escape. The only downside to sex was how messy it could be and they were going to need to change the sheets before going to sleep.
In the back of her mind, the ghost of her old friend Chizuru tilted her head back and cackled with that insane laugh of hers, informing her that if the sex was messy, she was doing it right. Tatsuki banished the image with the same mental kick she’d once used to dispel the real girl as she’d draped her arms around Orihime.
Once they caught their breaths, they silently untangled their bodies and set about cleaning up. It was in no way an awkward silence, but rather a comfortable one they shared in exhaustion. She did hide his eye patch in her hakama pocket though and then played innocent when she noticed he was looking for it. He didn’t look too long as she pulled him into the bathroom behind her so they could shower together.
That ended in another round of torrid sex with her pinned to the wall and him thrusting desperately into her. He came first this time, although she followed shortly after. She rested against his chest while he cupped and toyed with her breast. They stayed that way until the water started to get cold, simply basking in each other’s presence.
The clock on the wall told Tatsuki that it was close to midnight when they finished making a new bed and curled up under clean sheets, her back pressed to his chest.
“Tatsuki.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been thinking,” he said hesitantly and even though he was behind her, she could read the apprehension in his voice.
“What is it?” she questioned, shifting onto her back so she could look at him.
“It’s just… I know we wanted to wait, but it’s been ten years with no sign of the attacks stopping…” he trailed off again, but she was now certain she knew what topic he seemed to want to discuss.
“You want kids of your own,” she offered.
He nodded his head and swallowed nervously before pressing on.
“I know we wanted to wait for the war to end, for things to be more secure, but there is no telling if that will ever happen, or what will happen to you. Not that I think the Locusts could kill you, but… you are still human and we don’t know if being here affected the aging process or even if you might age naturally.”
He didn’t bring up the subject of her humanity often. They had no idea how a human dying here would or could affect the rebirth cycle. No one knew what would happen to her, Orihime, or even Karin. Would they just pop out of their human bodies into soul bodies and stay here or would experiencing a death here result in them going back into the cycle to be reborn as humans once again? No one had a good answer. Tesra, on the other hand, being an Arrancar could live for centuries if something didn’t kill him.
The real question though, of course, was did she want children and did she want them now? Ajuga and Hana seemed to be thriving, as was Diaemus. Even Vindula and Abisara were happy. Tesra did have a point. There seemed to be no end to this battle against the Swarm in sight and she wasn’t getting any younger. If Karin and Orihime were able to raise their kids successfully, then there was no reason she and Tesra should not be able to as well.
There was also no telling in how long it would take to get pregnant. They had all read Szayel’s report on how the difference in power levels affected the chances of a pregnancy occurring and Tesra was quite a bit stronger than she was.
‘However, the difference in our strength is no different than that seen between Orihime-chan and Ulquiorra,’ she thought. ‘In addition, I am definitely ‘stress-free’. I wonder what kind of child we would have. So far, Ajuga and Diaemus take after their father’s Resurreccións and I still haven’t seen Tesra’s release. Nevertheless, our child might not follow that path. Abisara didn’t. He looks just like Szayel does on a normal day, and Renji mentioned that Vindula looks nothing like Szayel’s Resurrección. However, their mother is a Shinigami and that may have had an effect.’
Tatsuki let out a long breath and snuggled against her mate.
‘Why am I worrying about looks so much? I know that shouldn’t matter. Am I ready for children and do I want them?’
The first impulse she got was ‘yes’, followed by all the insecurities about whether or not she would be able to raise any child effectively or what would happen if she, or Tesra, or, Kami forbid, both of them were killed. What would Nnoitra think of the whole thing, if anything at all, and how would he respond to his fraccion producing offspring? Would the child be expected to serve him like Tesra did? What if the child was female? Nnoitra seemed indifferent towards Ajuga so she wasn’t quite worried that any female child of hers would attract Nnoitra’s eye as far as breeding purposes went. Any child they had would not be from a powerful lineage like Ajuga and if he wasn’t interested in her, then it was unlikely he would be interested in their hypothetical daughter.
Still, she brought those questions up, and Tesra answered them the best he could. Some of her fears were alleviated. After all, he pointed out, Nnoitra didn’t actively look for followers and it was Tesra’s own decision to stick by Nnoitra’s side, a kind of payback for rescuing him and keeping him safe while he was an orphaned cub. It was possible that if they both did somehow die that Nnoitra would take their child in. Oh he would bitch, cuss and moan about it, but he would do it, just like he’d let Tesra stumble after him over the years.
“Alright,” she finally agreed. “I’ll stop taking the pills and start taking the vitamins.”
“Really?” he gasped, now excited.
“Really. Just don’t expect me to be pregnant by the end of the month. It’s going to take time for the hormones to filter out of my system and even non-cross-species mating takes time, as well as good timing. The window is a small one after all and not every egg is viable.”
“I know,” he declared, pulling her tightly against his chest again and nuzzling her neck contently. “Thank you, for agreeing to this. I wasn’t sure how you were going to react since you seemed so certain that you didn’t want children before.”
“Yeah, well, that was ten years ago and a lot has happened and changed since then, such as how I honestly think I love you even more,” she purred.
“The feeling is mutual,” he assured her, given her a squeeze.
They remained spooned together and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Yumichika wasn’t able to stay for long at the 4th Division, but he did spend what time he could with them. She was able to stay most of the time. The only duties she had were to help out with the battles and to present herself in Barragan’s throne room for a couple of hours in the evenings to prepare Yumichika to serve their master, and with Ggio sick, that left Yumichika to deal with Barragan’s lust alone.
He was a good sport about it and had assured them both this wasn’t the first time he’d had to do a bit of overtime, although the last time had been over a century ago. He simple told Ggio to get some rest and recover and he’d find some way that the Arrancar could pay him back one day.
“How’s our kitty cat feeling?” Yumichika asked as he walked into the ward, pulling Soi Fon away from her worries.
He was still the picture of elegance, but someone as trained as she was to notice things saw that he was walking stiffly and that his normal grace was absent when he sat down, very gingerly, in the empty chair.
‘Recovering’ she wrote out on the chalkboard. ‘Unohana-Taichou says that the worst has passed and he should be able to come home tomorrow morning.’
“That’s good,” he smiled softly. “Remind me never to accept any favours from Szayel. He has an odd way of helping people out. I think I would sooner have a few lashes on my back that can be hidden than to be so hideous looking for a week,” he shivered.
“You’re the one who dressed me, what does that say for your taste?” Ggio spoke up, his voice raspy.
He had been sleeping until a minute ago. Yumichika’s entrance had probably been what woke him up.
“Yes, well, I was not the one that picked out that particular ensemble,” Yumichika sniffed, pointing to the simple hospital gown Ggio was wore. “It does nothing for your complexion and it washes out your color. You have a very dismal appearance now, and let’s not even get started on your hair and how desperately it needs to be washed.”
“I could still sneeze on you,” Ggio threatened. “I got a pound of snot just looking for a home and that robe seems as good a handkerchief as any.”
Yumichika gave an exaggerated flinch and a look of pure disgust. Soi Fon couldn’t help but smile and make something resembling a chuckling noise, shaking her head at their antics. The two men had bonded well over the last five years and over the hours they had spent plotting to get her interested in Ggio. She had to hand it to Yumichika, he knew what he was doing and she’d been hard-pressed to make them work for it.
She could still recall the first time Ggio had asked if he could lay with her. He’d been so shy and hesitant as he stumbled over his words, trying to make it clear to her that he wanted to have willing, private sex with her, not the forced Claim reinforcements that Barragan always oversaw. She had relented only because he was cute standing there in the getup Yumichika had stuffed him into. Soi Fon conceded that the former 5th Seat had done a great job at picking out clothing that made him look attractive. He’d done the rest of it on his own, however.
The experience been more than satisfying and she admitted that he was a very attentive lover, as well as enthusiastic. It had also been nice not having an audience and to feel him so loose and relaxed with her instead of how stiff he usually was when Barragan would watch.
She honestly wondered why Barragan was so upset with the upcoming child. If he had been so opposed to her getting pregnant, why had he forced Ggio to hold her Claim over the years without allowing her to use any kind of protection? When she had still been capable of talking she’d demanded her birth control pills and had explained what they were for. Barragan had been the one to deny them to her. At the time she hadn’t protested too much; the thought of a Hollow being able to impregnate a Shinigami was absurd to her. Then Karin had gotten pregnant, and Orihime. Still, they were human, the common ancestor between their two races. What really frightened her was when Nemu became pregnant with twins. Soi Fon had redoubled her efforts to try to get her pills back at that point, but Barragan withheld them.
Because of the difference in her strength compared to Ggio’s, he had to refresh the Claim regularly to keep her in control. There had been a time or two in the beginning where she had almost broken free because it had gotten so weak. After that Barragan had made sure the Claim was refreshed, at a minimum, every three months. It was a bit of overkill, five months would have probably been adequate. She had always figured the real reason was because Barragan enjoyed watching her suffer for daring to defy him.
“So, when are you going to let me do something about your wardrobe?” Yumichika asked her.
Soi Fon pulled her thoughts out of the past and back into the present with a frown.
‘When His Majesty lets me wear something other than this,’ she wrote out.
She had been wearing the same simple white yukata for years, only changing into a black, tight-fitting combat suit when a battle took place. It was sad, but the Swarm invasions had been one of the best things to happen to her. She’d actually been happy when the Defence Net had fallen as it meant that she had something to do again instead of just sitting in her dog kennel until being summoned. Fifteen years of being used as a sex toy was getting, very, very tedious. At least she wasn’t alone. From the first day of their enslavement she’d had Yumichika, who did what he could to help her despite the fact they had barely even been acquaintances. Now she had Suzumebachi back and she had Ggio. She wasn’t alone. Not like some of the others, like the man slowly recovering just down the hall. She had no idea how Byakuya had managed to keep his sanity after fifteen years of torture and violent rape. The things she had learned Yammy did to him on a regular basis were considerably worse than anything to which Barragan had subjugated them.
“He would have done well in the old 2nd Division,” she couldn’t help but to think.
Ggio and Yumichika were still bantering back and forth, although Ggio’s voice had started to give out. She shook her head at the stubborn pride of men before stopping the chest beating by silently handing the nearly croaking Ggio a glass of water accompanied by a stern look that clearly said ‘drink this or suffer my wrath.’ He wisely piped down and drank the water.
“I thought I recognized that voice. It has been a while Yumi!”
They all turned to face the new comer at the door.
“Ajuga-chan, how wonderful to see you,” Yumichika greeted her. “I see those walking lessons I gave you have really paid off,” he nodded approvingly.
“They certainly helped, although I still feel more comfortable on all fours when it comes to stalking,” Ajuga shrugged.
“What brings you by?” Yumichika asked.
“I was just on my way to check up on Bya-san,” she answered. “Unohana-san said he woke up late last night when I asked about him this morning so I’d hoped he would be awake now. Mama and Papa got home yesterday afternoon but they were pretty exhausted. Mama was out like a light and even Papa looked pretty weary, but don’t let him know I said so.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Are you familiar with my fellow ex-Shinigami Soi Fon, and our good friend, Ggio?” Yumichika introduced.
“Not really,” she eyed the other two. “I’ve seen you guys around, and remember seeing you at the little parties Aizen likes to throw a couple times a year, but I tend to avoid going too near Barragan.”
“I don’t blame you,” Ggio commented. “You are almost of age, and coming into your power nicely.”
Ajuga smiled at the compliment, especially since it came from a fellow Arrancar.
“Yeah, Mama and I have started taking bets on how many males Papa is going to castrate and place in the 4th Division for looking at me in a way he doesn’t like,” she chuckled.
Ggio looked a bit pale and Soi Fon winced at the image, but Yumichika winked at her with one violet eye and gave her an appraising look with the other.
“I have no doubts there will be plenty of fallen corpses,” the dark-haired man said, as if considering the body count, “But I wonder if your own tally of neutered Casanovas won’t be higher than that of your father’s.”
“Better believe it,” she grinned with a feral look on her face.
All four of them got a good snicker out of both estimate and Ajuga’s confidence. She hadn’t had much of a chance to meet Ajuga and admitted to herself that she liked the girl, despite her heritage. The child, no, the young woman definitely had potential. Even now, standing right in front of her, Soi Fon could not get a wisp of a reiatsu reading from her. If Ajuga hadn’t been standing before her, she never would have known the hybrid was there. Such a talent would have been exceedingly useful to the Onmitsukido.
“Anyhow, I just wanted to pop in and say ‘hi’.”
“How is Kuchiki-san doing?” Yumichika asked before Ajuga could depart.
“He was pretty beaten up, but he’ll recover. He would give us that disapproving glower of his if he thought we were worried about him. You know the one I am talking about, the one he used to get when I romped through his flower beds.”
Oh yes, Soi Fon knew the look Ajuga was referring to, and judging by Yumichika’s laugh, he found it amusing too. Ggio wasn’t really familiar with what they were talking about and his expression seemed puzzled.
“Well, you better go check on him then. Thank you for stopping by, Ajuga-chan!” Yumichika winked at her.
“No problem,” Ajuga replied and waved before continuing down the hall.
That was a curious meeting. Soi Fon hadn’t known that the hybrid child was familiar, and apparently on friendly terms, with Kuchiki Byakuya. She was surprised the noble would have anything to do with her, especially one with Kurosaki blood running through her veins. It was common knowledge that Byakuya held Ichigo in high disdain. Then again, Ichigo was a brash, disrespectful young man, or he used to be. Soi Fon didn’t know what he was like now that he had to be in his thirties. He was also clearly good friends with his younger sister Rukia and that definitely had to rub Byakuya the wrong way.
“Ah, you are all awake,” Unohana smiled pleasantly as she walked into the room. “How are you feeling Ggio-san?”
“Better,” he answered, his voice still hoarse.
“That is good to hear. If your vitals are stable this evening, then you’ll be free to leave in the morning. Do try to take better care of yourself. Still, I wonder how you managed to catch such a dreadful virus?” she shook her head in wonder.
No one commented but all three thought of a pink-haired boy who had seemingly tripped while carrying a loaded test tube. It had been an uncomfortable, nose running, fever inducing way to have given Ggio a bit of a break, but he had recovered and the lacerations that had marred his body were nothing more than almost-faded scars.
Soi Fon placed a hand on her belly, well aware that no such underhanded, if well-meaning trick, could help her with the problem she faced now.
Sorry for the day late update, but I was called into work and wasn’t able to do my usual check through and update. I have been so busy lately. A bit of irony; Black Fox and I were editing the latest batch of chapters we had typed out and we had used Omeda’s younger sister, Mareyo, to push a plot point forward. And here we got her showing up this week in Bleach. Of course, it will be a long time until we get to that chapter as it‘s in the upper 500‘s while this chapter is only in the middle of the 100‘s.
Raymy: I like Szayel actually, he’s just really easy to torture though. He makes a good victim for some reason. In all honestly, up until the end of the Arrancar arc, the only Bleach Character I absolutely despise is Himamori, and I mean despise.
Kath: there is a difference in worlds between Grimmjow and Karin. Danger is an everyday part of hollow life so, while he worries for her safety, he isn’t going to coddle her either. A cub will never learn to hunt on its own if mamma and papa are always on their tail.
Brittany: He want’s her pregnant and being abusive would be counterproductive to his goals.
This Weeks Question: Big cat, small cat, which set of cats do you love the most? As majestic as the big cats are, the small cats are just such characters and it’s hard to ignore the awesomeness of purring. But big cats are so damn amazingly beautiful. Maybe it’s a harder question than I though.
Next Chapter: Szayel reports to Aizen what he has learned so far about the Scarab they captured.
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