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Destructions Malice: Lost Tales	By : Jessykins Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Breaking Kuchiki
- 2-The Birth of Destruction
- 1
- 2
Nelliel took her normal place in the large circular chambers deep inside Las Noches and awaited Aizen sama’s appearance. The other Espada soon joined her in the chambers, each taking their respective places in the room. Nnoitra entered last and glared momentarily at her before rolling his eyes and taking his place across the room from her. The Espada spoke little, most of them still wary of each other after so long out in the sands and at war and as usual Aizen seemed to be making them wait for that very reason.
“Who do you think it is..?”
Nelliel turned and regarded the Primera Espada, “I wouldn’t know.” She replied lightly.
Stark let out a low sigh, “Any guesses?”
The third contemplated his question for a few moments. Most of the current Espada had knowledge of the majority of powerful Adjuchas class Menos. This was both due to marking them as threats before their ascensions, and because Aizen had made the few of notable strength off limits to all Espada.
“Maybe Baras, or Legio.” She replied thinking that those two were most likely due to their more open natures.
Stark frowned, “Yea, maybe.” He returned to his lazy lounging and again closed his eyes.
Nelliel had always liked the Primera, he was easy going and really had no interest in combat. This was a rarity among Hollow in general, most almost needed combat to be fulfilled. This battle lust was usually already powerful to begin with, and the battle lust usually only amplified once uplifted to the level of Espada. However she felt he was almost too passive and someone of his number should have been more willing to fight for something, at least for others around him.
Either way Aizen had arrived and the combined gazes of the Espada focused first on him, then on the Adjuchas following close behind. Almost all were surprised by who it was for he had long been one of the more off standish of his kind and rarely excepted aid in any way.
Once Aizen had taken his seat at the head of the small circle at the center of the on looking Espada he calmly motioned the Adjuchas forward. The feline creature now at the center of the chamber only waited silently as Aizen began.
The former captain casually stood and moved forward until he was before the Hollow. Reaching into his pocket he removed the small orb that was responsible for every being in the room’s existence. His constant light almost half hearted smile apparent as the small orb blackened in his grasp. The small spheres edge blurred and shuttered as it reached out toward the man’s form, his stifling reitsu filling the room for the briefest moment before it happened.
The sphere flashed blindingly and all at once a flood of mist formed below Aizens hand. It was easy to see the silhouette at the center was now that of a man, bent over on all fours as it had been only a moment ago in feline form.
“Declare your name, Arrancar.” Commanded Aizen down at the new being.
There was a brief delay as the mist began to settle, and the man’s form became clearer. His blue hair was matted to his head with sweat, and unlike the other Espada his body was rippling with lean muscle. His head slowly lifted and his eyes opened revealing deep nearly fluorescent blue eyes.
“Grimmjow…Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.” A thin smirk slid between his lips as his power began to take shape.
The man reached forward and took hold of an invisible hilt…but it wasn’t invisible. The weapon materialized in the newly born Arrancars hand, the hilt a light blue and the tsuba resembling a rigid, crooked "S". The blade stretched out until finally reaching its point at the ground and a final burst of air was pushed away from him as his power was finally sealed in Zanpakuto form.
Nelliel could tell just by sensing the man’s unrestrained strength for only a moment that he would soon be ranked among them. She also noted that despite her common control toward others was somewhat…less when viewing the man. As he stood up for the first time in his new form her eyes widened for the briefest of moments. He was a specimen practically seething sexuality, and a moment’s glance showed he was well equipped to boot. She turned to look away and instead found herself looking directly into Aizens eyes, she suddenly realized that he had been watching her the entire time she was inspecting Grimmjow.
“Nelliel?” Aizen spoke to her plainly, “Why don’t you show your new comrade around.”
She nodded, “Of course, Aizen-Sama.” But inside the idea had her conflicted.
She looked back to the new Arrancar and found him gazing directly at her, she winced and quickly turned around “Get some clothes; I won’t have you naked…” That small voice in her mind retorted that that was exactly what she wanted.
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A short time later the newly created Arrancar emerged from behind the front gates of Las Noches. He wore the standard Hakama and a short sleeved version of the standard jacket all Arrancar wore. Setting him apart from most of the standard attires he wore a blue sash wrapped over one shoulder which bore his Zanpukto across his back.
Grimmjow tugged at the collar of his jacket, clearly not happy with the feeling of it around his throat, “How the hell do you all get used to this shit.” He spat as he popped the top button of the jacket open so that it not longer clung to his neck.
Nelliel looked to him as she leaned casually against the wall surrounding Las Noches, “It is civilized, and it is fitting to mirror the Shinigami.” Replied Nelliel, much more content to be around him now that the man was covered up.
“Tch.” Was all the woman received.
She watched as the man struggled to figure out what to do with his hands, and remembered how awkward it had been her first day in her more human form. After a moment he slid them into his pockets and seemed content to leave them there.
“I assume you have seen the outer wall before?” she asked plainly, pushing herself off the wall and moving near him.
The Arrancar only nodded and looked out toward the sands of Hueco Mundo his eyes betraying his feelings of being out of place away from them.
Nelliel joined him in gazing out into the lands they all had once wandered, “It gets easier.”
Grimmjow turned his gaze upon the woman and she again found herself lost in his eyes. She couldn’t help but feel for the man, despite his generally irreverent attitude she could see right to his core through them…he was lost. She understood him greatly in that moment, she too had been lost…and she hadn’t had anyone to look to for help then.
“Come on, I have something to show you.” She said before turning and heading back into Las Noches.
The two wandered nearly to the other side of the fortress before finally entering a massive pair of doors at the base of a towering structure far and away from the main areas of Aizens creation. Inside they began a long descent down a spiraling staircase for what seemed like several miles.
Reaching the bottom Nelliel led the man through a second pair of doors. Inside the room opened up to massive proportions, it was actually impossible to see the edges of the place in any direction.
“What is this place?” asked Grimmjow as he stepped a little further past the woman.
Nelliel rested her hand on the hilt of her Zanpukto and followed him in a little ways, “It is where the Espada train when they do not wish to venture outside Las Noches.”
Grimmjow turned to the woman with a questioning look, “this is what you wanted to show me?”
Nelliel actually smiled at the man, his initial reaction clearly one of disappointment, “yes and no…” she started before abruptly lunging at the man, a short but efficient jab targeted directly at his cheek endangering him before he even really understood what was happening.
Grimmjow ducked quickly, the woman’s hands toughing his hair as it whizzed by. He crouched low and twisted his hips into a low kick toward the woman’s feet intending to trip her. But this was easily dodged, Nelliel simply lifting one leg over the man’s strike and spinning into her own kick aimed for his head.
Grimmjow fell to his stomach again barely ducking the attack and then pushed himself away from the woman in a single short summersault landing a short distance away. He instantly resumed a fighting stance and glared at the woman.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked warily.
“That? That was sparring.” Replied the woman calmly, “Your instincts are strong Grimmjow, most new Arrancar would not have dodged those strikes.”
“Course they wouldn’t, they were cheap shots.” Replied the Arrancar angrily.
“Maybe so, but it worked didn’t it?” she asked curiously.
“What worked?!” he asked dropping his guard in annoyance.
“You feel better don’t you?” she asked, again curiously.
The Arrancar sneered and began to retort, but realized she was right. The rush of combat brought him right back to his old mindset, the mindset of always being on guard. “Tch.” Was all he gave her before tucking his hands into his pockets again.
Nelliel gave him a small smile and turned back to the doors, “Come, I’ll show you to your quarters.” She called back to him as she reached the doors they had entered through.
Grimmjow followed, still slightly annoyed at how easily she had figured him out. A long ascent to the surface, an equally long walk back to the main structure of Las Noches and a short and mostly silent tour later they arrived at a pair of double doors. Nelliel opened one and led the Arrancar inside.
“This is it…” she started looking around a bit, “They aren’t much but they do to sleep in.”
Grimmjow said nothing as he followed her in and looked around, clearly not particularly interested in anything inside.
Nelliel moved back to the door and stepped half way out, “Well, if there is anything you need just look around, you’ll find it…” she eyed the man seemingly ready to add to her statement before frowning and closing the door.
She leaned against the entrance to the man’s room and listened for a few moments, some part of her hoping she would hear something from him. But all that came was silence; it had been so quiet she actually wondered if he had moved at all since she closed the door. Frowning, she finally began moving down the long hall toward her own quarters. Turning a corner she found herself slightly started to find someone leaning against the wall directly in front of her.
“Well hello, miss.” Started the silver haired man that she now identified as Gin, weren’t cha supposed to be showing our new friend around?” he asked, that thin smile plastered to his face like always.
“I have…he has retired, Gin-Sama.” She replied lightly, her tone quickly reverting to her normal stoic nature which she held among superiors and those she didn’t count as friends.
“Aw, I bet the guy is lonely though…prolly love some company.” He retorted in that same pleasant but somehow unnerving tone.
Nelliel simply stared at the man, completely unsure (as usual) of what to make of what he was saying.
“Oh well...” he exclaimed suddenly, theatrically waving his arms outward and shrugging his shoulders, “I’m sure he’ll get by…like we all do.” Gin turned around and waved older his shoulder, “See ya later Nel-kun!”
She despised how he spoke to her like they were good friends, but knew she could do nothing about it and simply remained there as the man slowly strode down the hall and finally turned a corner. For some reason she always felt better when he was out of view and instantly let a sigh of relief slip from her lips as he vanished. Leaning against the wall, making sure it was opposite where he had been lounging as for some reason it just wasn’t appealing to be in the same spot he had just been, she began contemplating his words.
Was it some form of weird encoded way of telling her that it would nice to see someone happy around the palace? She shook her head; it was more likely he was just screwing with her for the fun of it. Still…
She turned, deciding to at least see if her returning would result in anything besides the man slipping inward again as it seemed his main defense mechanism at the moment consisted purely of such an action.
Returning to the man’s room she took a breath and knocked, but the door creaked open. She peaked inside and was shocked to find the room torn to pieces. She bolted inside and peered around taking in everything she saw. The bed and pretty much everything else was shredded and scattered about the room. She moved toward the window which had been wholly destroyed leaving only a crumbling half outline where it had once been. She knelt down and picked up what remained of Grimmjow’s jacket, while mostly tattered she could see that the left side was stained with blood. She stood with the destroyed piece of cloth in her hand and peered around the room one final time. Gazing at the gouges in the walls and floor she realized all at once only one person could have caused such damage.
She leapt through what was left of the window and moved rapidly out across the inner portion of Las Noches, as she went she closed her eyes and focused on sensing the power of those nearby. She picked out the one she knew with the one she didn’t, the one she knew was tinted gold the other a deep blue. She altered her course and sped across the dunes in great, yet elegant leaps which soon brought her to her destination.
“Nnoitra! Stop!” she cried as she arrived.
The eighth Espada stood over a battered Grimmjow, his massive crescent shaped blade angled down at the man. Grimmjow held the blade with both hands, streams of blood poured down his forearms from the large gashes Nnoitra was slowly grinding into his palms.
“What? He asked casually as he looked up at the woman, “I’m just welcoming this little…shit!” he highlighted the last word by stomping on the man’s mid section.
Nelliel drew her Zanpukto, “Aizen would not be pleased with this Nnoitra!” she roared, loud enough that it actually caught the man’s attention seeing as she had never showed any real emotion when dealing with him in the past.
“What the…fuck!...” He again ground the heel of his foot into Grimmjow’s abdomen, “Do you…care!” his final stomp was powerful enough to push the newly created Arrancar a few inches into the sand.
She grimaced at the final attack; Grimmjow was still to newly transformed to properly combat such a vicious attack. His body hadn’t yet reached its peak, and his reitsu hadn’t yet stabilized.
She winced as Nnoitra pushed his blade down toward the Arrancar the tips digging into the sand on either side of him even as he groaned and tried to resist, but Nnoitra was simply to strong and he was simply too fresh to be able to hold his own.
Nnoitra!” she growled before abruptly charging him and before he could properly react connected with a swift kick to the man’s head, sending him tumbling through the sand.
Neliel landed over Grimmjow in a defensive stance and glared at the other Espada as he recovered. Below her she could hear Grimmjow taking slow steady breaths which was a good sign; the bastard had been toying with him which was in turn why he was still alive.
Nnoitra stood in a rage and without hesitation opened his mouth and fired a gleaming golden Cero at the woman.
“Tsk…” was all she said as the man again ignored common sense and attacked her.
She raised her Zanpukto and leapt forward into the Cero, effectively slicing it down the center. This served to deflect it away from her and Grimmjow, sparing him and more injury. She hurtled forward and in a burst her own reitsu forced the man to flinch just as she reached striking distance. This caused him to cease his attack and left him open, which she quickly took advantage of in a series of short but surgical blows across his midsection and inevitably his jaw and temple.
The eighth teetered and finally fell backward, the shear power of each of her blows knocking him unconscious. Neliel sighed and sheathed her sword before quickly returning to Grimmjow. Sliding to her knees as she neared she gave him a quick once over. He had plenty of bruises and cuts, but few were too terrible. Really he only had three worth noting, one on his left side just above his first rib, but his hands were the worst. She could tell just by how deep the cuts were that he probably couldn’t move them anymore, though she was thankful Nnoitra hadn’t severed them completely.
Lifting the beaten man from the sand she hesitated for a brief moment to look back at the other Espada, then in a short reverberating burst of static she was gone with Grimmjow in hand.
A short while later Grimmjow opened his eyes. He groaned and sat up in bed, looking around he noted that he must be in someone’s room seeing as it wasn’t as bare and basic as the one he had been given. Looking down he noted the bandages across his midsection and hands and all at once remembered being attacked. He remembered the knock at his door, and the man who burst in as he opened it. Looking down he winced at the memory of the man’s half moon Zanpukto slicing open his ribcage before he was even able to react. He held the spot where the wound had been and ran through the remainder of the brief encounter in his mind. He had barely been able to avoid the man’s slashes, and even then most of the following kicks and swipes of his hilt connected.
When the bastard had finally gotten close he had taken hold of his jacket and fired a Cero point blank, sending him crashing through the side of the palace and into the sands below. The next few minutes were more or less blurs of combat, mostly of him struggling to stay alive while trying to think of something to exploit against his attacker…what was his name?
He closed his eyes and focused on the battle, “Nnoitra…” he remembered the woman saying it before everything got fuzzy. He also remembered that number on his tongue, “8” he saw it only a few feet away before the asshole had blown him out of the window.
“Awake I see…” commented Neliel as she entered the room from another which adjoined to it, a warm smile on her face.
Grimmjow nodded lightly and ran his fingers through his hair and winced lightly as his movement pulled his torso awkwardly with the only recently healed wound.
“Still sore, hmm?” she asked with a light smile that actually got one in return/
“Smartass…” he said twisting slightly to try and alleviate the tenseness.
Neliel smile at the man lightly and poured them both cups of tea, “You did pretty well for being so new.”
“It doesn’t fuckin feel like it.” Groaned Grimmjow as he pushed himself further up the bed so he could sit.
Neliel laughed lightly at the man, his humor toward the entire situation rather entertaining. She laid a tray across his lap and placed their cups upon it, lightly motioning for him to have some.
Grimmjow did not partake however, instead he eyed the woman carefully, “What’s with all the nice woman?” he asked suddenly, his gaze falling upon hers again.
“N…nice?” she repeated slightly surprised at his forwardness.
“Aizen told you to show me around. Not make me feel welcomed or protect me, but you did both. So why the nice?” he asked again.
Neliel looked at the man, suddenly realizing she had no answer. Not only did she not know why she was so watchful of him, but she didn’t know why she ahd gone so far out of her way for him either.
“And why…” started the Arrancar plainly, “am I naked?”
Neliel actually blushed beat red at his second question, and if she hadn’t been short for words she definitely was short for them now.
The Arrancar lying in her bed suddenly smiled and all at once she started laughing. His smile was so unlike what she pictured him as, from the moment she had seen him his grin had held the same sadistic features as all the others. But now, with that warm smile across his face and that look of knowledge that he had got her she couldn’t help but laugh. After a moment Grimmjow joined in and the two shared a short but heart felt laugh, which after a moment subsided as Neliel took the tray away seeing that he wasn’t intent on drinking.
“You are naked…because your clothes were torn and bloodied, and I wasn’t having that in my bed.” She finally replied as she returned from the other room.
Grimmjow smiled and lightly chuckled, “Ah, I thought you were a pervert…now I’m not quite as interested in you.”
Neliel actually laughed out loud a second time, something she rarely did around other Arrancar at all. Their following conversation was dominated mostly by the Espada, Grimmjow mostly listened and smiled. The two spoke for the better part of the evening and eventually ate a small meal of which Grimmjow only ate a smaller amount.
Eventually the time for sleep came and Grimmjow began slowly rolling over to get out of the woman’s bed, but was quickly halted in his movements.
“Hey, where are you going?” asked the Espada curiously as she lightly restrained him to the bed.
“To find somewhere to crash…you need your bed, right?” was his simple and in most ways logical response to both his superior and fellow Arrancar.
“You aren’t going to go sleep in that wreck of a room you have, we’ll just…share.” She spoke timidly and lightly smiled to try and hide her embarrassment.
Grimmjow chuckled and slid back into the bed, “I knew you were a pervert…” His grin slid between his lips for but a moment before the girl punched his arm rather firmly.
“Shut it you moron.” Was the cold reply he got, though the girls small smirk showed that he wasn’t truly in trouble.
A short time later the woman left the room, only to return wearing her jacket…and as far as Grimmjow could see, nothing else. Now they both shared a slight blush, and neither spoke as the woman moved briskly across the room and quickly slid under the covers beside the man. There was a moment where they both seemed to register how small the bed with two in it, and that neither would be comfortable lying on their backs as their outside shoulders practically hung off the edge.
Neliel was the one to take charge, even though she was likely more nervous then Grimmjow was, “Roll over and put your arm over me so we can get comfortable…”
Grimmjow didn’t speak, instead he did as he was told and very gingerly began letting his arm settle over the woman’s waist. But was interrupted as she half turned over toward him.
“Tell anyone about this, and I will kill you.” She said sternly, and judging by her expression it might have been true.
Grimmjow nodded lightly but still remained silent, and after a moment the woman rolled back over and again he began carefully lowering his arm. The silence lasted about ten minutes uninterrupted when Grimmjow breathing steadily became deeper and more rhythmic. Soon it was evident that he was asleep, Neliel on the other hand was still wide awake. She wasn’t really sure why but even the simple act of having his arm over her had taken any need to sleep away from her.
Deciding that it couldn’t hurt, she very lightly slid her shoulders back until she felt the man’s chest against them. Even consciously knowing that she was much stronger then he was couldn’t stop the fluttering in her stomach as she felt the man’s flesh to hers. After a brief delay she decided to push her luck a bit more and again slowly slid her low half back toward him. This time she couldn’t even try to deny the shudder of her body as her rear end came into contact with his member. Even as she blushed and tried to decide whether to move away or not his length began to stiffen.
The Espada bit her bottom lip, she simply couldn’t help it. She wiggled her hips into him until they were nice and close and let out a small mew of delight. He was so warm, and as he slept his chest almost…rumbled. Her eyes lit up as she remembered that he had been feline in nature before his change…he was purring! She could hardly contain her delight at such a cute reaction, which only made her cuddle into the man more. This subtle motion of her hips of course only made him react in a more adult manner, and soon Neliel ceased her movements at the realization that the mans cock was throbbing against her. At first she was hesitant to continue…but it was just so tempting, and he was just so…big!
She gently slid her body up his body, taking care to focus on his breathing as she did so in case he began to wake. Finally she felt the tip slid out from behind her, she stopped, holding her position as if to give him time to settle back into a deep sleep then in the same slow motion began to slide back down. This time however she slightly parted her thighs and with a little patience managed to get his cock to angle forward. She smiled lightly as she slid back into her original position and gently closed her thighs around the man’s length. Looking down she let out a low coo, the tip was actually protruding past her groin. Reaching down she gingerly slid her fingers over the head of his length, a light shiver running up her spine as her touch caused his length to flex ever so lightly.
As she gently caressed the tip the Arrancar suddenly let out low but notable growl. Neliel froze, somewhat hoping that if had woken up he would simply think she was sleeping and maybe leave her alone. Yet after several minutes frozen in place nothing had happened, nor had Grimmjow moved or made another sound. Deciding it was safe she lightly slid her thighs forward, massaging the thick length between them as she did. She smiled deviously as the motion didn’t seem to startle the man at all. She moved her thighs back down him and began gently oscillating them back and forth across him. She let out a small breath as the feeling of the man’s cock between her thighs began exciting her. Soon a thin coat of her juices had begun lubricating them both and the motions became more and more fluid.
She continued her slow rhythmic motions even as the Arrancars breath sped up slightly behind her. After nearly ten minutes of massaging the man she had gotten rather comfortable in her motions, and was actually getting quite a thrill from it as her glistening thighs would reveal. Because of her focus she hadn’t noticed the steady throbbing of his cock, and by the time she had it was too late. The reaction was so sudden that she actually missed the first spray of his orgasm, and only managed to get her hands in front of him half way through the second spray of his seed. She winced expecting him to wake with each and every spurt, yet as his cock steadily settled into a low throb once again he still hadn’t stirred.
She slowly raised her hands up from down below and ogled the still warm orgasm coating them, what was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t get up, that would surely wake him and then he would surely put his hard on, her dripping thighs and her coated hands together. She sighed realizing that she couldn’t exactly wipe it off on her pillow or the bed, she would have to dispose of it another way. The first flick of her tongue across one of her fingers was a ginger one, almost afraid something was going to happen when she made contact. But between how aroused she was, and the surprisingly okay taste she soon lapped his seed from her hands without hesitation.
Once clean she found herself even more turned one, the fact that he had gotten off from her tender massage was sexy in itself. Deciding that being such a child about her needs was silly and unnecessary she chose a more forward alternative to toying with him in his sleep. She slid the man from her thighs and turned over; amazingly the Arrancar slept on…though being elevated and then attacked so brutally in the same afternoon would take a lot out of anyone.
Reaching down she slipped her fingers around his length, and without hesitation began gently stroking it. She continued for almost a minute before leaning in and pressing her lisp to his, her tongue quickly seeking his out. Finally his eyes weakly opened.
“Morning Grimmjow…” she said smiling lightly and taking a more firm grasp of his shaft while she massaged it.
Grimmjows eyes quickly grew open and focused as he realized what she was doing. Neliel only smirked seductively at him in response to the questioning look he was giving her, which in turn had the Arrancar grinning widely in return. Neliel let out a small giggle at the man’s reaction, instantly happy that he had no qualms about what she was doing. Not to mention his hand which had been wrapped around her for so long instantly took hold of her rear which made her confident in his wanting more.
The woman grinned and slid her thigh over the man and in one quick motion rolled him onto his back and straddled him. The Arrancar winced slightly at the quick motion but his grin remained notable despite any discomfort. Neliel leaned forward, and placing her hands on his chest lightly drug her hips forward and back across his length. Her still dripping slit parting against his thick length as she moved across it. She bowed her head weakly and let out a low sigh of satisfaction as she ground her swollen clit against her throbbing cock, every short jerk of her hips sending pangs of pleasure into her thighs.
Grimmjow’s hands soon slid over the woman’s hips, his strong grip proof of her movement’s efficiency in getting a response from the man. However, even with how entertained she was by teasing him her own will was already to far dwindled to continue for long. She soon leaned further forward and as her hips slid forward she allowed the tip of his cock to slip all the way to her entrance. With a little wiggle she managed to catch it just right, and as she slid back this time he began slipping inside her dipping slit.
She nibbled upon her bottom lip as he spread her wide, both his girth and length something to adjust too. She moved down him until she reached the very base of his member and let out a brief but sultry sigh as his tip pressed firmly against her cervix. She lightly ground her hips against him, his cock twisting and rubbing against her in places she had never experienced before. The Arrancar below her groaned in a mixture of frustration and lust, clearly enjoying her movements but definitely wanting more from her then simple grinding.
Leaning forward so that her hands came to rest on either side of the man’s head Neliel slowly lifted her hips, sliding his enormous length nearly out of her before sliding back down. That wonderful feeling of being stretched still prevalent even after having him inside her for as long as she already had. Despite how full he still made her feel she began steadily bobbing her hips against him, the heat in her groin rapidly building as she was already very turned on from all of her teasing. After a few dozen strokes she was trembling as her orgasm approached, small moans falling from her lips with every movement she made.
Her orgasm came suddenly, she groaned as her hips fell down onto him. Her entire body trembled and her clenched hard enough to force a groan of surprise from Grimmjow. She remained there for a moment, small whimpers of lust and pleasure cascading from her, her abdomen muscles contracting in short powerful bursts with every aftershock. As her orgasm finally died down she let out a small whimper and began to lift her hips again with the intent to dismount. Grimmjow seemed to have other plans…
As she leaned forward Grimmjow suddenly took hold of her ass firmly and thrust upward into her. She immediately cried out in surprise and ecstasy from how sensitive she still was. Bending his knees and planting his feet in the bed for leverage Grimmjow took to roughly pounding her at a much faster pace then she had moved. His cock piled into her over and over again quickly sending her into a rapid second orgasm that she had almost no time to even prepare for. This second orgasm sent such tremors across her body that her arms could no longer sustain her weight and she fell into the man’s chest, burying her head into the pillow he laid on, her moans and cries of enjoyment quickly muffled in the fabric.
Grimmjow thrust mercilessly, making sure to go as deep as he possibly could with every movement. Within minutes they were both covered in beads of sweat, the Espada’s juices gleamed in the dim moonlight on both of them. She had been in what seemed like a perpetual state of climax since that second orgasm and by the fifth she had begun leaking torrents of orgasmic juices out around the man’s cock. He seemed to have no limit, after nearly twenty minute he still roughly fucked her and there was no sign of him slowing. When the man suddenly twisted and flipped her onto her back she didn’t even resist, in fact she probably couldn’t have if she wanted to.
Slipping his arms under the woman’s legs Grimmjow slid forward until her knees almost rested against her chest, then again began his endless assault on the woman. In this new position he could reach deeper then before, and every thrust roughly pounded into her cervix. The man growled lowly down at her, a sound that actually turned her on even more purely from an animalistic standpoint. The woman’s moans and cries of ecstasy now echoed in the room without the pillow to muffle them, and this seemed to affect the Arrancar atop her positively for soon his thrust became labored and his breaths erratic
When it finally happened they both seemed to act mostly on instinct. Grimmjow pulled away quickly and Neliel moved up and forward, quickly pushing him back into a seated position. She lunged forward, her lips slipping around only a moment late resulting in a short streak of the man’s seed coating her cheek as her erupted in orgasm. Grimmjow let out low labored groans as she slipped his length deep into her mouth to take everything she could from him. The man let out a long satisfied groan and fell back onto the bed as the woman slid up his shaft, making sure to pull every ounce of his seed with her. She swallowed with a low mew of pleasure and lightly flicked her tongue across the little that had dribbled down her chin.
The two didn’t speak much after, only shared a smile and a few short kisses before falling off to sleep, but they were both content and happy that they had someone else for at least a night.
The following morning had Neliel waking up after the Arrancar. She sat up in bed carefully wrapping the sheet over her breasts and watched him. He stood at her window and casually looked out across Las Noches, the morning sun cascading over him softly in a way that made him look regal. He wore a new pair of Hakama but nothing else, his expression was somber and his bandages were gone revealing his wounds had all healed. She could already sense that his power had solidified in the night, he was powerful indeed and her assumptions were right about him soon being one of them for he already likely had the strength to put down the ninth or tenth.
Grimmjow turned and realized that she had woke and gave the girl a small smile, “Morning Neliel…” he said lightly.
The woman smiled warmly and slid out of bed still holding the sheet around her, “I think you can call me Nel Tu now Grimmjow…” she responded and lightly kissed him on his cheek.
The man smirked and nodded, “I suppose you’ll kill me for talking about this too huh?”
The woman grinned and nudged him lightly, “You are damn right…”
Grimmjow smiled and kissed her passionately before pulling away slightly and sighing, “I should get going…”
Nel frowned, “I suppose, meet me here again tonight?” she asked, her eyes full of hope for a positive response.
The man nodded lightly and kissed her again, and several times more before finally leaving. Grimmjow did return that night, and many nights more over the following months. Until one day she wasn’t there to greet him, nor the day after or the day after that. Grimmjow’s first love and companion vanished without a trace, little would he know that the man he had grown to hate was at her disappearance’s root. He became a little harder then he had been after, a little more violent and ruthless then he already had been and without someone to bring him love he steadily grew accustomed to being without it.
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Writers Note ~ This is simply my take on the empty spot in Grimmjows past between him being an Adjuchas-class Menos and an Espada. I like the idea that he wasn't always the exact same person we came to know in the Anime, and that maybe the reason he had become so hard emotionally is because he had lost. My solution for this loss as you can see is Nel, which to me makes sense in as many ways as it doesn't Nel disliked Nnoitra because of his general underhandedness and ruthlessness, but was clearly still a skilled combatant willing to fight when there was a reason. Grimmjow, while not exactly a perfect match for her is something of a less cracked mirror of Nnoitra as in he has basic morals and a code of honor. I think that on a day when he was at his weakest she might have been someone in Las Noches to lean on, and the loss of her later would change him. Thanks for reading, and as always any ideas to add are welcomed!
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