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Howling For You	By : TaraKaCin Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Howling For You

Chapter 2

by HardlyFatal

"He's back?" The next day, Isane stared at the fifth seat, Tomoki, in alarm. "What's wrong with him this time?"

"I don't know!" Tomoki replied, clearly frustrated. "He won't say! But he won't let anyone treat him but you."

"Me? What? Me?" Isane's voice pitched high in panic. "No. I'm not going in there. No."

Miyoko, the sixth seat, popped her head around the corner. "Just looked into Zaraki-taichou's exam room. He's covered in blood. Might even be his own. You need to get in there."

Aware that she had to provide an example for the lower-ranked officers, Isane wiped her hands down her thighs to dry her sweaty palms and stood, feeling very much like she was heading to her own execution.

One foot in front of the other... again, again... soon she stood before his door like yesterday, fighting the same impulse to flee. She did the mental equivalent of girding her loins, and slid open the fusuma.

Kenpachi was laying back on the bed, and as Miyoko had said, his face was a solid mask of red, with only the white of his left eye providing any contrast against the half-dry gore. His shihakusho was a bit ragged and the kosode hung open down the front, but overall was not in too poor a condition; the damage seemed exclusive to his head.

Isane came to his bedside and had the horrid realization that she was feeling not only the usual terror of a Fourth Division shinigami around the captain of the Eleventh, but also a sort of mortified shyness. And it was due entirely to her use of him in the starring role in last night's sexual fantasy. A part of her that was separate from her healing self was eyeing him with a lascivious purpose, noting the huge hands, long arms and legs, wide shoulders over narrow waist, and a chest and belly that rippled with-- no lie-- not even a six-pack, but an eight-pack.

She had a feeling she knew who would star in tonight's show. And that it might even become a double feature.

"W-what happened to you?" she asked as she fussed with the basin on the bedside table. Dipping and ringing out a soft cloth in the warm, soapy water, she began to gently clean the blood from him.

"Caught a building," he replied cheerfully.

"With your face?" Isane's hand paused as she absorbed that information. "Who--? How--?" Left unspoken was "why?", because she knew why: he was a lunatic.

"Ichigo." That answered both the who and the how; the boy's reiatsu was monstrous, easily capable of heaving buildings to and fro, and woe betide anyone standing in its trajectory. "Finally got him to give me another fight."

"Who won?" Isane was making good inroads on the sticky mess of his face; what she revealed underneath the blood was nothing to write home about (unless you were writing a scary story) but it was compelling nonetheless; the brow was too heavy, the nose and cheekbones were like blades under his skin, and he had no lips to speak of. Taken together, he was entirely unlovely, but individually, Isane found herself... fascinated.

"It was a draw," he mumbled, sounding disgruntled.

Once he was clean, she began to run the tips of her fingers over his face.

"What's that for?" he grunted.

She dragged her eyes from his hairline, where she was scrutinizing, to meet his. "I'm checking for cranial fractures. Sometimes they're not obvious. And if you caught an entire building with your face, there might be some part of your skull broken."

He grunted again, a wordless sound of acquiescence, and Isane went back to searching for injuries. She traced over his forehead and temples, around the sockets of his eyes and along his nose (which was broken; with a quick twitch of her hand, she set it). She felt over his lean cheeks and along his square jaw, then under his chin and finally around his lips (one of his molars was loose; a small burst of kidou had it right and tight again). Isane bent a little further over him to cup the back of his neck in warm hands as she had yesterday, to see if today's maiming had aggravated yesterday's.

Kenpachi's hand lifted and settled, quite securely, over her right breast.

Isane stopped breathing. The enormous hand began fondling her breast with a deftness Isane would not have credited him with; he massaged the outside of it, delving into the muscles hidden behind the soft flesh before finding the nipple hidden under layers of cloth and rubbing it into pouting prominence.

Apparently encouraged by her lack of either screaming or fleeing, Kenpachi flicked aside the fabric of her kosode, peeled down the satin of her bra, and leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. Isane's hands flew up, fingers tangling into his long hair. He used his sharp teeth to chew lightly on her nipple, and she twitched so hard she yanked on his hair, making him rumble a laugh around his mouthful. Without releasing it, he sat up and slung his legs over the side of the bed, insinuating one knee deep between Isane's legs.

He paired the action with an extra-hard suckle, and Isane's traitorous pelvis jerked forward until her center was directly and firmly positioned against Kenpachi's long thigh. Another hard suckle, and she was rubbing herself against him, shameless as a cat in heat. Excitement was setting her on fire, and she didn't need to check her panties to know she was drenched. Another minute of this, and she'd be screaming in orgasm.

A noise from out in the hallways jerked her back to reality, and Isane halted her frantic grinding against his thigh to stare down at him in a daze.

"Why are you doing this?" Isane whispered, eyes half-closed in languous, shocked pleasure.

"Why're you lettin' me?" was his taunting response. She met his gaze with her own, saw the challenge there, and somehow found the will to step away, plastering herself back against the wall.

"Why did you do that?" Her heart was beating a frantic pace; she tucked her breast back in her uniform and tried to steady her wobbling legs.

"You were touching me; I thought I'd touch you back." He grinned, that feral slice of teeth across his face, and instead of thinking it fearful, Isane was finding it far, far too appealing. " 'Sides, I wanted to see if you had any tits." He scratched at the side of his head. "And you do . Nice ones. Where the hell you been keepin' them?"

Isane's eyes bugged out. "Keeping them? They've been there the whole time!"

He gave a skeptical grimace. "Nah. I'd'a noticed."

Her ability to cope with this situation plummeted, and she resorted to what she was resigning herself to accept as her de facto means of handling Kenpachi when her brain overloaded: she flash-stepped from the room.

Isane managed to make it through the rest of her workday, but the second she was off duty, she flash-stepped to her quarters. She stripped off her shihakusho and fell back on her bed, reaching for her dildo with an eagerness she hadn't felt in a long time.

There was no need to take her time and get turned on, as she'd been in a half-aroused state since the moment Kenpachi had palmed her boob and it hadn't faded in the least over the ensuing hours.

Isane let her thighs fall open and plunged the dildo in. The suddenness made her whole body writhe as she stretched to accomodate it. This time, there was no shock at the owner of the penetrating phallus in her mind's eye; behind her eyelids, Kenpachi's narrow hips thrust sinuously against her, rasping his cock back and forth against swollen, tender parts until she was panting and desperate.

Her free hand came up to grasp her breast, the same one he'd manhandled earlier. She squeezed it, tormenting the nipple, until she couldn't endure the relentless stimulation she was giving herself above and below. With a shout she came, back bowing, hips flexing, pussy clenching around the hard dildo sunk to the base within her.

It was only once she'd calmed somewhat that she realized two appalling things. 1) The name she'd called out? Yes, Kenpachi's. 2) She'd forgotten to cast a soundproofing kidou around her quarters. Likely the entire division had just heard her orgasmic scream of the Eleventh's captain's name.

Isane rolled to her side, buried her face in the hot pillow, and burned in embarrassment.
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