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Smutty Tales of Hueco Mundo	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 10759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Greed
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Random Aaroniero/Rukia PWP. Rukia is ready to die to end her guilt for killing her mentor, but, under the guise of Shiba Kaien, Aaroniero chooses another way for her to absolve her sins…
Tags: Anal, Fingering, M/F, Oral
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            Aaroniero Arrurerie wore the body of Shiba Kaien well, deceptively well, as he could not even be recognized by Kaien’s own, former subordinate. He sat across from Rukia, separated by no more than three feet, and she was none the wiser. He kept up Kaien’s upbeat, cocky personality, and Rukia absorbed it as though nothing was wrong. Every tease he spouted got an appropriate reaction that bound her tighter in the lie that he really was her adored lieutenant. He fed her the lies about how Kaien took control of the Hollow that killed him and how he plotted revenge on Aizen; Rukia believed it all.
            “I take it things are moving quickly in Soul Society if they’ve already sent a squadron to fight Aizen,” Aaroniero said, playing dumb. He chuckled as Kaien would’ve. “The Captain-Commander never wastes any time, does he?”
            The girl ahead of him swallowed hard and looked off to the side, wondering if she should inform her esteemed lieutenant that she and Renji were here of their own accord, disobeying direct orders from Genryusai. Someone like him would understand abandoning rules to save a friend, but he also would know the recklessness of charging into a battle without being backed by the strength of the Gotei Thirteen. “Uh… yes,” she responded slowly as red crossed the bride of her nose.
            Easily discerning her attitude – as well as being so well-informed – Aaroniero laughed warmly and slapped his knee. “You came on your own, didn’t you? The old man doesn’t know a thing!” He continued to play the part of the humorous vice-captain.
            “Th-this isn’t the time to be joking, Kaien-dono! Please take this seriously!” sputtered Rukia. Kaien stood on ceremony usually only when it suited him; she was glad that he hadn’t changed.
            “Not the time to be joking?” Aaroniero echoed, tilting his head to one side. “You’re as stiff as ever. That brother of yours must really have rubbed off on you in the time that I’ve been gone. Don’t be so uptight.”
            Though his jovialness was a good thing, it brought about painful memories of the people who he was stolen from. Rukia, her heart pounding and heavy with past sorrow, bowed her head, causing the one she believed was Kaien to perk up with an inquisitive sound. “Kaien-dono,” she breathed like a sacred prayer, eyes focusing on the tiles, “I… I am…” She turned her head up, determination glimmering in her eyes even as perspiration trickled down from her brow. “I am prepared to atone for what I did to you and your family. If you wish it…” She bowed forward, bracing on her fists. “I offer you my life as penance!”
            The kind eyes of Kaien blinked to maintain the guise of a friend. There was a moment of ominous silence that passed before the Espada rose to his feet. Rukia closed her eyes, held her breath, and expected eternal sleep bestowed upon her by the edge of Kaien’s blade. It was because of her expectations that she was so surprised when she felt the weight of his hand pressing down on her head. She peeked up at him to see him beaming down at her with that wide grin that warmed the hearts of all of his subordinates. “What kind of crap are you spouting, Kuchiki?” he jested. “Do I really seem like the kind of vice-captain who would want to kill his friend? Jeez, you really got the wrong vibe from me.”
            Rukia blinked. “But… but, Kaien-dono…!” Her resolve faltered as did her gaze. She did not want to say it out loud, but her inner anguish was mirrored on her face. Even Aaroniero could detect it. Behind the gentle façade, there was a dark grin.
            “Say, Kuchiki…” His voice was not as upbeat as before, though it did not lose its kindness. She did not pick up her violet gaze from the floor. There were a few shivers of pent-up emotions, but there was no movement otherwise. “Does it mean so much to you that you’d willingly give up your life?” If he was to follow Aizen’s command, he would take out his sword and grant Rukia’s request in one solid stroke. However, they were in his domain, and Aizen need not know how the execution was finally achieved, or what occurred beforehand. He smirked to himself, cutting the telepathic transmission he had between all the Espada so that they would not be privy to his selfish desires.
            “Yes” came the quick reply. No hesitation whatsoever… Aaroniero had to admit she was stronger-willed than he believed, even with Kaien’s memories. All that meant, though, was she’d be easier to manipulate.
            “Well,” he began again, his tone low and smooth, “there is a way to make amends, and it involves no more bloodshed.”
            Rukia was suspicious, but would hear him out.
            Tugging on his frilly uniform, he sighed loudly. “Ah~, the clothes they make us wear here; they’re so tight, it’s suffocating.” His stare fell on Rukia, and his smirk was more mischievous than pleasant. She watched him, her mouth closed, but her violet eyes were curious as to his actions. He bent over, and with a wink, brought a finger up to the side of his mouth. “Kuchiki, there’s something you can do to make me really happy.”
            “Something… I can do?” Rukia made a sound of concern, but allowed the man before her to offer his proposition. However, she quickly regretted that decision when Kaien’s hand slipped through his robes and fumbled around at his groin region. It didn’t take someone from the Twelfth Division to know what he had in mind; she wasn’t as naïve as Yachiru, after all. “Kaien-dono! What’re you…?!” She was flushed and appalled, but her exclamation came up short when the Espada withdrew the collected member. She would not deny that Kaien was often a major focus of her late-night fantasies when there were no feet shuffling around the Kuchiki manor, but now that she was presented with the most crucial appendage, she was quite surprised if not impressed.
            Aaroniero handled his soft length idly, though his thumb stroked the surface smoothly. He wasn’t hard, but he definitely wasn’t entirely limp either. Blood was slowly starting to gather, so he hung at an arch. Much to his delight, the treacherous Kaien noted how his enemy seemed mesmerized by his tool. With a backward nudge of his thumb, the foreskin pulled away from the head. “The lady Arrancar are quite frigid around here, Kuchiki. You wouldn’t believe how much you lust when all alone in Hueco Mundo.” His voice was suggestive. “Grant me your touch, and we will begin to make amends.” He could almost pass his voice as a serpent’s, but Rukia’s mind refused to think anything horrid about the man she admired most and died by her very hand.
            Even so, asking something like this… She swallowed hard, finally willing herself to turn away from the penis, though the stain of red remained on her cheeks. “K-Kaien-dono, I don’t think I should.” Lives were on the line, and neither she nor Kaien should engage in something so… improper. She tried to convince herself to turn away and still beseech Kaien’s help, but her loins – so absent of foreign or familiar touches for so long – could not deny its yearning. Could she have this chance again, now that Kaien was right before her and offering? “No,” she finally blurted out to herself. “It’s wrong…”
            “Is it?” Aaroniero cupped her cheek with his gloved hand so that she would face him again. Her eyes strained to avoid his growing member. Her smile was genuine and kind, the mark of a truly gifted liar. “This is what I ask of you, Kuchiki,” he said in a soft murmur, and then took his hand away. Whatever came next would be of her own accord…
            Rukia was still a little hesitant, but she eventually sealed a shaky hand around the base of his shaft. She felt his pulse; it was steady, unlike hers. She’d not had intercourse or pleasured herself since meeting Ichigo. Something about him led her to believe that she could wait. Now there was a man before her who shared Ichigo’s likeness and was a man she highly esteemed. With that in mind, she took his semi-hard prick into her mouth. Her sights remained dead ahead at the white fabric, afraid of gazing up at her vice-captain, even as he set a hand atop of her head.
            “There you go, Kuchiki,” he purred, stroking lightly at her raven locks. She bobbed her head a little, but took no more than two inches past her lips. Pre-cum had already begun to seep from his slit, and she tasted it when it spilled onto her tongue. “Just like that,” she heard him encourage her. She felt him thickening, spreading her lips a little wider than the tight ‘O’ she had made her mouth into. With a soft grunt in her throat, she put a hand out to fist in his robes while her head followed the ascension of his member. It wasn’t long before she found her mouth capping seven strong inches jutting from Kaien-dono’s outfit.
            Aaroniero grinned, holding back a dark chuckle while watching the small Shinigami try her hand at taking him deeper. She ventured onto three inches, but four seemed to be her limit. “Don’t give up yet, Kuchiki” he jeered. The hand on her head pressed her down, and a protest was muffled against his cock. Her arms jerked until she was grasping at his clothes with both fists. He gave her a moment, enjoying the sensation of nuzzling the back of her throat before allowing her to pull back. She coughed and massaged her throat, casting a glare up at him. He held his hands up innocently, not willing to press his luck. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he apologized, though was not deterred from what he wanted.
            Too late for making her uncomfortable, Rukia thought while cleaning away the spittle from her lips and chin. She observed the rigid member that had just been probing the back of her mouth and agitating her gag reflex. Honestly, she had not expected him to be so large, though it did coincide with his tall frame. Taking him as deep as he wanted to go was too difficult for her to want to try again; swallowing him whole was next to impossible. Still, she took him in her fist, angled him towards her face, and met the tip with her mouth again. Her tongue peeked out to greet him, tickling the head with flicking licks. She may not have been with a man for quite some time, but that did not mean that she forgot how to please him. The attention from her tongue was rewarded with an appreciative, deep groan from the Nuevo Espada.
            As she licked and eventually sucked him back into her mouth, Aaroniero could not decide what he took greater pleasure in: deceiving and manipulating his adversary so effectively, or the feeling of her tight mouth wrapping around him.
            To be level with his crotch, she had to elevate herself on her knees. With both hands joined at the bottom of his shaft, she slowly moved her mouth back and forth over the top three inches; when she was feeling bold, daring to risk Kaien getting overzealous again, she’d gulp down the fourth inch, though not for long since it passed to far back. To make up for the substantial portion that could not be shoved into her mouth, her small hands linked together around him to fortify a strong, thick grip that pumped him steadily in time with the motions of her mouth. Her tongue, acting a bit braver while in the confines of her mouth, prodded at the overlapping flesh bundled behind the swollen crown, though she was fonder of licking the weeping tip. Trickles of his liquid arousal slid down her gullet; a taste of sweetness amongst the muskiness of Kaien’s cock.
            Though her apprehension slowed the process, Aaroniero could feel the tension mounting in his scrotum. It would’ve helped if she could fondle his testicles in her small, tender hands, but it’d be too much of a hassle to adjust his clothing and take out them out just for a bit more pleasure. The greedy Espada, however, finally compromised and pried one of Rukia’s hands from his erection and pressed it in to the juncture of her thighs. She got the hint and cupped the two discernible orbs hidden under his layers of clothes. The less of him exposed, the better, he decided, lest the girl discover what was underneath the white glove petting the top of her head encouragingly.
            The situation with Orihime remained dire, but that did not stop Rukia’s body from reacting to what she was doing. Heat had begun to swirl at her core. The cloth of her underwear had started to dampen with her spreading arousal, and a hardened bump tipping either breast pressed against the insides of her robes. She gave a noise akin to a quick whine, and for the first time, her gaze turned up to the face of the man she killed. He was smiling at her, but not in a way she had seen before. Perhaps it was the grin he shared only with his wife…
            Her fingers tightened to help roll his balls through his trousers. They were noticeably higher than when she first gripped them, a sure sign that the ministrations of her mouth and hands were bringing him nearer to his release. Her cheeks hollowed with a fierce suckle that even made the Espada seethe with pleasure. She thrust her face twice against him before drawing so strongly on him again, this time adding the vibrations of a deep-throated moan. The strokes of her hand had become a bit more erratic, desperately trying to get her vice-captain to let loose his load. The increased throbbing and swelling of his shaft indicated that her efforts were effective.
            Aaroniero had a bit more energy to spend, but Rukia sapped it away quickly. Taking her mouth off of him, she let her tongue drag along the underside of his cock, from base to head, where the tip of her tongue wriggled against the slotted opening. After taking away the latest drop of pre-cum, she welcomed him back into the moist warmth of her mouth.
            “Kuchiki,” Aaroniero murmured after such a long period of silence. He waited until her eyes met his. He stared intently at her, and then said, “Swallow it.”
            The second he said those words, Rukia felt her mouth flooding with the pungent taste of semen. She sputtered and almost lost the first wad, but gulped it down just as the second spurt gushed over the roof of her mouth. The flavor wasn’t much to her liking, but knowing that it was what Kaien-dono wanted helped her through ingesting his thick spunk. Her fingers left his genitals to grip his clothes while downing his flowing essence.
            Aaroniero groaned as he released wad after wad of his seed down the Shinigami’s throat. Being the Nuevo Espada and the only Gillian among Los Noches, he didn’t really have a pick of females; that much, he had been truthful about with Rukia. This was a true pleasure, and he reveled in the sounds of Rukia’s throat audibly guzzling his load. However, he intentionally withdrew prematurely, and a final, white glob was spat over Rukia’s mouth. It dribbled down, and she was unsure if he would want her to clean it away; she took a chance and smeared the pasty substance over her black sleeve, and he made no objections.
            “That was good, Kuchiki,” Aaroniero congratulated her. His glove mopped up the sheet of perspiration that collected at his brow. For the moment, Rukia did not respond, still flushed and uncomfortable with what she had just done. Even more unsettling to her was the fact that his wilted cock was still out, leaking the remnants of his ejaculation, and was astonishingly gaining its erect state again. She knew – as a vice-captain and a prodigy at that – he had commendable stamina, but to so quickly bloom again?! It was a little intimidating. She gulped, swallowing the aftertaste of sperm, while eyeing the prominent veins on either side of his urethra.
            It was good that her focus remained on his sex; it meant that she was still intrigued and was still vulnerable to manipulation. “Well, would you like to get down to business now?” the Espada asked, setting his hands on his hips and thrusting his erection out a tiny bit. Rukia leaned back a little so that it wouldn’t bump her nose.
            She looked up at him with concern in her gaze. It was a pretty good guess what he had in mind, but she felt she had to ask. “What do you mean?” At the very least, her blossoming snatch hoped for the obvious answer.
            Keeping his right hand on his waist, he pointed to the floor with his left hand’s forefinger and made a semi-circle twirl with it. “Turn around,” he mumbled, not so much suggesting it as ordering it.
            As reluctant as she was, Rukia would not refuse him. She let her eyes stray nowhere but the floor when she turned about, settling her knees on the cushion that he had given her earlier to sit on; it was better than kneeling on the hard floor. She could not see him, but she heard him move and could guess that he had knelt down behind her, getting into position for what was obvious to come next. Her core throbbed with need for him, though the near-muted, sensible part of her heart whispered words of warning; her mind, fogged by primal desire, argued that this was wanted.
            With her facing away from him, Aaroniero allowed his wicked grin to spread and his tongue to lash out to moisten his lips. She was as appetizing as a heap of dead Hollows, if not more so. Devouring her after he was done would hardly be a dessert after this main course.
            She flinched when he set a hand upon her posterior, caressing the round mounds beneath her hakama and tan cape. He smirked, picked up the desert garb, and pushed it off to Rukia’s side. “Where did you get that?” he murmured. The cape was of a gentle material, but also durable; no doubt something special to handle the desert environment of the Hollow world.
            Rukia murmured a bit behind her lips. Thinking about her older brother right now wasn’t exactly what she wanted. In the submissive position she was in, he would find it a disgrace. “Nii-sama gave it to me,” she answered finally. Her voice sounded strained, as though mentioning Byakuya caused her throat to clog.
            Aaroniero snickered a little, telling Rukia how he remembered her brother as a pompous, spoiled brat; Rukia flushed at the disparaging of Byakuya, but held her tongue. Why must Kaien-dono prolong this? As if answering her silent prayer, Kaien’s skillful fingers undid the sash about her waist. She gasped when her pants came down in one, sudden tug, exposing her bare ass and crotch. An immediate impulse told her to cover herself modestly, but she held in place, granting the Espada permission to explore her.
            A hissing chuckle passed from Aaroniero’s lips, but Rukia could not hear it over her heartbeat pounding in her ears. He pressed a palm against her right cheek to spread out her little butt so that he could examine her thoroughly. Her cunt was slick with arousal, the nub at the crest of the lips already swollen. Short-cropped, black fur surrounded her sex, and with a smirk, Aaroniero put a hand to the curls to fondle. Rukia gasped the name of the man whose face he wore, her body coiling away from his fingers. “Relax, Kuchiki,” he half-chuckled. “It’s just me, the outstanding vice-captain of the Thirteenth Squad, Shiba Kaien! Remember?” His boisterous declaration didn’t really ease her much, but she gave a small nod anyway and inched her thighs apart. His hand moved back to her to resume his touches; again, she tensed at the contact, but willed herself to not pull away. His fingertips sifted through her curls before they danced over her clitoris.
            The teeth pricking the side of her mouth could hardly be felt when Kaien played with her pearl, flicking and rubbing smoothly. “Ah~, Kaien-dono,” she gasped when he touches went lower to brush the petals of her eager vagina. She hissed when he slipped two fingers into her tight channel, spreading her out smoothly. It had been so long since she had felt this sort of pleasure, and the fact that it was Kaien only made her burn more. Against her will to stay motionless, her hips began to roll against his intrusive digits. She exhaled sharply like forfeiting to her body’s desires, and after she did, her whole body began to move to the tempo of his pumping fingers.
            The hand drifted away slowly, the inserted digits sliding out with a wet exit. She expected him to be quick to return to her – possibly with something longer and thicker than his fingers. He did not leave her wanting for long, but it was his tongue that ventured over her labia, slurping up her juices greedily. It was an embarrassing position for her, having her most private areas on display and now his face nuzzling comfortably down there. She could feel the tip of his nose brush against the forbidden hole between her cheeks, and felt that she should object; however, since he apparently had no qualms, she would not try to contradict him. Forcing down her modesty, she tried her best to enjoy the swaths of Kaien’s long, curling tongue.
            Aaroniero reveled in her flavor and slipped his tongue through her folds to bathe his taste buds. As he had already discovered with his fingers, she was wet and tight inside; a tight, snug sleeve when he chose to stop toying with her. She quivered and her moans began to flow more vibrantly from her throat, no matter how much she wished to maintain her dignity.
            One final lick was given, but it was the most significant, gliding from her clit, over her pussy, and brazenly passed over her anus. From this, Rukia could not hold down her voice of objection. Looking over her shoulder, face blushing profusely, she stuttered Kaien’s name. She hoped it had been a mistake on his part, but the smirk on the vice-captain’s face said otherwise. The grin did not belong on Kaien’s face.
            Before she could look further into her concerns, Kaien rose up behind her, shuffling forward on his knees. All worries she had were quickly replaced with the blunt object that now lined up with her snatch. Of course, her body welcomed the contact, spreading her thighs even further to allow his thick member easier entrance. Nevertheless, after swallowing a lump in her throat that refused to go away, she stammered, “I-is this what you really want, Kaien-dono?” She shuddered when a bit of pressure was applied to her folds.
            “Heh, can’t you tell?” he retorted. With a soft grunt, his head burrowed through her nether lips. He sighed now that he had planted himself in her, leaving both of his hands free. “This… ugh…” He slid in a ways when pulling her hips towards him. “… is what I want. Argh…” He pushed deeper into her tight womanhood.
            Rukia whimpered as the thick length filled her out, and she couldn’t remember being so stretched. Her abundant, natural lubricant made it possible for him to slide into her as easily as he did, though it still took a few, minor thrusts to loosen her up for more of him. The difference in their statures had never been so apparent to her before now that she felt him stretching into her. She could hear her heart thumping in her ears as the static of pleasure coursed through her. She tried not to succumb to it, tried to keep her mind focused. “Kaien-dono… ah!... We… need to go… uhn… Save Inoue.” Her back arched and she gave a yelp when Kaien made a sudden, jarring stab inside of her that had him putting intense pressure on the back of her tunnel, threatening to expand the tiny passage. The pressure did not let up right away, so she pushed against him with a hand on his chest. “Please, Kaien-dono! Not so deep!”
            Aaroniero scowled when glimpsing down at the small bit of his cock that could not fit inside of her. As the Espada representing greed, he wanted to have all. However, he held back his urge to force her face to the floor and fuck her as deep and as hard as he wanted. He had more plans for her, so he couldn’t blow his cover now. Agreeing to restrain himself as much as possible, he began to move, pulling back and surging forward. Rukia whimpered that he sometimes jabbed her a bit too roughly, but it was nothing too terrible. Breathing huskily as he felt her walls fluttering around him, Aaroniero pumped his hot cock into Rukia’s small body, clutching her shoulder with one hand while the other snaked around to cup her bosom. With some hard tugs accompanied by impatient growls, he freed Rukia’s left breast and immediately mauled it with his gloved hand.
            With the strong hand wrapped in silk fondling her tit, Rukia was more receptive to the jolts shooting to her brain. When she let her head hang, bobbing with the motions of Kaien’s forceful thrusts, her hazy eyes watched his fingers grip her bosom and pluck harshly on her dark-pink nipple. She yelped his name from time to time, often warning him about plunging too deep into her, though at some point, neither of them seemed to notice when his pace and power increased; in fact, Rukia didn’t even know if she was moving because Kaien was pounding into her, or because she was doing it of her own accord.
            This… is Kaien-dono’s warmth… Her heart thought to deny it, but her body recognized this feeling of life her body was wrapped around. She could not forget the uplifting sensation following Kaien. It helped her open up more for him. Mewling wails echoed from her throat in response to her lieutenant pounding into her tight quim.
            It was a delightful melody to hear her cry out for him, though the name she spoke did not actually belong to him. Aaroniero was nearing his completion, unable to resist the coaxing, snug fit of Rukia’s vagina. But it was not enough for him. Her wails of pain might provide him with a better symphony.
            He plucked himself from her depths, her nectar seeping from her ravaged insides. She panted, sweat gathering beneath her. Her entire body buckled, but she was able to stay up. Looking back at him, amongst her series of labored breath, she could only rasp, “Why?”
            There was no pleasantness on Kaien’s face. He practically glowered at her, the upper portion of his face shadowed by his hair and furrowed brow. Then his intentions were made clear with a single finger pointing – and then pressing – his desired destination. Rukia gasped, her body naturally tensing from the poke. “Here,” he said, his voice dark, almost threateningly. Already, he was angling his cock into place to pierce her anus. “I will go here.”
            “But that’s…!” Rukia couldn’t think of the words to describe how she felt about that particular area. She roughly knew about anal sex – hearing some men bragging in close groups when they thought no one else could hear – and hadn’t tried it herself. From what she could guess, it was a painful process, especially without the proper penetration. She pulled vainly against Aaroniero’s tightly-gripping hand, letting him know that she was against this. “I can’t… do that…” She trailed off, hoping that her kind mentor would drop the idea and let her stay as comfortable as she could, given the circumstances.
            “Would you deny me this, Kuchiki?” he rumbled. “Would you deny the man who you killed?”
            Pangs of guilt stabbed her in the gut, and she briefly looked away. “Will it hurt?” she felt that she had to ask.
            The Espada grinned. “A little.” He moved back into place and applied his cockhead to her puckered asshole. When it gave way ever so slightly, he heard her whimper, but her body still refused his passage. There would need to be a bit of preparation.
            Rukia hyperventilated with apprehension and anticipation. Just get it over with… She’d been so ready for death, yet she was hesitant about committing such an act, with Kaien-dono no less. “Have you done this with Miyako-dono?”
            Miyako… The Shinigami’s wife, Aaroniero’s stolen memories informed him. No, Kaien never preformed untraditionally in bed with her. Therefore, Aaroniero chose not to answer the question. Bending his head down to her spread cheeks, he spat a heavy wad of saliva over her anus – a very unbecoming sensation to Rukia – and used his fingertips to smear her hole thoroughly. His index finger circled the rim of her sphincter before pressing against it, eventually slipping in to stretch her. Her muscles collapsed around him and tried to prevent him from wandering into her bowels. He was determined, though, stretching out her opening bit by bit until he was satisfied.
            After the finger vacated her rectum, Rukia breathed a sigh of relief, but she was quickly put back on edge. Kaien spat on his hand and applied the fluid to his cock. With the slippery head, he aimed to spear her. “Get ready, Kuchiki,” he warned with a wicked leer. He weight was pushed against her asshole. Rukia tried to relax her body, but it was difficult. Being so tense, she yowled like a hurt cat when the cockhead finally punctured her.
            So tight… Aaroniero breathed out raggedly and continued with the insertion. His girth spread her much farther than she was prepared for. Howling again, she tried to pull away, causing her loose breast to wobble freely below her. “Kaien-dono! You can’t! You’re too big!”
            “Nonsense, Kuchiki,” he chuckled. For the first time in a while, he sounded like his old self again, and Rukia took solace in that. Wedging himself further into her, he said with a strained voice, “I know you can handle more than this.” Their moans overlapped one another when he bucked violently against her, forcibly broadening the channel. Still, no matter how he tried, the size difference was still a factor that set limits. Even if her back hole was gaping, he wouldn’t be able to shove his full shaft into her. She’d be sore enough just from what he was able to fit inside of her.
            Why, Kaien-dono? Rukia panted, her eyes wide and unfocused. Why are you like this? It was hard to believe: her highly-esteemed teacher was behind her, packed behind her anus, invading territory that she had guarded from past lovers so fiercely. Even her fantasies never strayed to such a scenario, now she was living it. She gasped and buckled when he began to shift. He found a rhythm rather quickly, despite how her tense muscles squeezed him. It felt like she would gag with nothing in her mouth each time he drove into her. On and on, he worked her small body in time with his thrusts. Eventually, him constantly impaling her loosened the tension, and the passage was much easier for the both of them. It still hurt, but Rukia discovered pleasure masked underneath the waning ache of her backside.
            “Tell me: can you… arh… handle it now?” He made several quick thrusts that caused her to wheeze.
            Rukia had to catch her bearings before she found the presence of mind. “Ye… ah~… Yes, Kaien-dono,” she gasped out. It wasn’t entirely true, as she felt a great deal of discomfort, but it wasn’t entirely false either. With a bit of fortitude, she could handle his pace. Her pleasure was swelling to its bursting point, but it had yet to pop. Acting in a manner she would deem as shameful later, she took the matter of her orgasm into her own hands by slipping a hand down to her crotch to play with herself in the way that she once had before. Her thumb rotated her clit while the rest of her fingers either massaged or slipped through her soaked lips. In little time, aided by the consistent rhythm of Kaien-dono’s hips, she came. A strong squirt passed from her to the white clothing of Kaien’s Espada attire. Her voice echoed throughout the large, empty establishment. Strong convulsions of muscles caused her to roll her back and hips erotically, using her fingers and Kaien’s cock to ride out the long-forgotten rapture of a true orgasm.
            Aaroniero paid the soiling of his clothes no mind, dead-set on reaching his own tantalizingly-close release. When she climaxed, however, the tunnel he had breached contracted as it never had before. It felt like his own doom closing around him, ready to lock him away. Snarling, his gloved hand latched onto Rukia’s breast while he withdrew; Rukia held his hand tightly as her own pleasured eruption wracked her body. Heavy splashes of white splotched over Rukia’s backside and crotch, smearing into her black curls. Never had Aaroniero experienced such euphoria before. Desperate to prolong the feeling, he squeezed his cock and jerked it until every droplet of sperm that he had could be smeared across her flushed ass.
            Rukia felt him finishing on her butt. Sighing at their accomplishment, she allowed her arms to give out while her ass remained jutting in the air. There was shame, and there was guilt, but there was also bliss in the afterglow of sex. For now, she would bask in it. There was some joy to be found amongst the muddling sea of emotions, glad to have satisfied the man she’d always wished to make happy. Her jutting body convulsed, her vaginal lips quivering while the remnants of her orgasm slid down to mingle with the streams of his seed.
            Satisfied and weak, Aaroniero slunk away from her, patting his brow with his glove. The plan was to devour her the moment she was too weak to fight back, and the opportunity was ripe. He did not expect himself to be so winded by this one, weak Shinigami. As he was now, he wouldn’t even be able to prey on the intruders who had been weakened by the Privion Espada. Was it worth it? After gazing at Rukia’s semen-splattered ass, he nodded to himself with a demented smirk.
            Lazy fingers swept through the dripping puddles. Streaks of white were spread across the back of Rukia’s thigh. When he was satisfied, his hand lifted so that he could leer at his soiled digits. Rukia was still winded, her tired ass still lifted while her arms gave out beneath her; her small breasts mashed against the cold floor, which was torture on her exposed, aching nipple. Almost shyly, she turned her head to stare up at her former lieutenant as he rose to his full height and leisurely tucked his cock back into the confines of his white robes. Thank goodness for that. Rukia doubted she’d have the mental and physical stamina to take another pounding.
            Semen-slick fingers beckoned her. Swallowing hard, collecting whatever strength she had recovered in these few minutes, she sat up, wiping Kaien’s mess from her backside with her desert cape. It was disrespectful to her brother, but he didn’t need to know. When she was suitable, timidly adjusting her top to put away her naked tit, she turned around and remained seated obediently. Again, his hand gestured, this time more obviously. Rukia obeyed the silent command, opening her mouth to take in the digits, carefully cleaning his essence from them. All the while, her gaze remained serenely closed, as if to move herself from this highly-awkward situation. Was it terrible of her to give herself so readily to Kaien-dono?
            Aaroniero smiled warmly with Kaien’s lips as the small Shinigami suckled on his middle and index fingers. Such obedience and loyalty to the man she once admired above all others… It was possible to continue to press his luck, and being as greedy as he was, Aaroniero chose to do so. “Kuchiki,” he began, his voice low, but eager, “do you wish to continue to please me?”
            Continue to please? Rukia’s eyes fluttered open, but her mouth continued to subtly bob on his fingers. What more could he possible ask of her?
            With her curious gaze on him, Aaroniero’s smile spread with a slight chuckle. His mouth opened slowly, and then he gave his final request with a jovial attitude, “Bring me the heads of your four friends. That should be easy enough, right? You know their weaknesses, right?” He carried on with his lightheartedness, telling her that it’d be simple given her relationship with the others and promising that all sins against him would be absolved absolutely.
            The mouth around his fingers pulled away defiantly, and Aaroniero made a noise of confusion while looking down at Rukia’s lowered head. She fisted the legs of her hakama, stress and realization building within her. His request; she knew it was not something that would ever leave the lips of her beloved vice-captain, let alone enter his train of thought. “You aren’t going to say you’re kidding this time, are you?” she finally snapped. She swatted away his hand and made for the hilt of her sword in the same motion. Before this fake Kaien could spout another word of lies, she slashed at him with her drawn zanpakutou. At the very least, it drove some distance between them. “You are not Kaien-dono! How dare you insult his memory by using his face?!”
            Aaroniero took pause at this accusation before he smirked, reconnecting the telepathic link to his fellow Espada so that they may watch this execution unfold. The warm chuckle had changed to a cold snicker. The jig was up, but that was fine by him. “You say that now, but those were not your thoughts when bowing beneath me,” he reminded her, watching as her face turned red with a rush of emotions. He brandished his sword before him. In the faint torchlight, it gleamed wickedly. “But the truth is: this body does belong to Shiba Kaien!”
            Reiatsu flared violently, and the Espada found himself under siege by Rukia’s Sode no Shirayuki. Her weapon had already been summoned, turning pure white with its long ribbon flourishing from the pommel. “Do not speak his name again! You monster!” Eager to kill him and bury the wretched memories of her ‘experience’ with him, she slashed with all the power her fury afforded her. Of course, as an Espada – the weakest one or not – Aaroniero was not so easily overwhelmed. With Kaien’s swordplay expertise, he was able to predict and parry each of the girl’s blows, all the while grinning evilly. His cover might’ve been blown and all of his schemes might’ve been for naught, but that didn’t matter; it just meant that he’d have to kill this girl himself before slinking off to devour the rest of her friends under her guise.
            Rukia, however, had no plans to die. To the contrary, until this creature was put down, she would continue to draw breath, if only to curse his existence. With a loud cry, she continued to press the attack against this faker, pushing him closer and closer to his definite demise.
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            Within the Diez Espada's chambers, Yammy perked up when the telepathic link to Aaroniero was suddenly cut. The last images to be sent were of the Shinigami woman impaled on a pike and pointing her halved blade straight at Aaroniero's face. The bulky Espada scoffed and turned back to his meal to build his strength. “That weak shit,” he grumbled into a mouthful of meat. “He got fucked…”
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