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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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Evening Out

It was so wonderful visiting with the rest of the girls, if only for a few hours. Rangiku badly needed time to socialize with someone other than Tesra, Tatsuki and her �master.� She needed time away from the house that didn�t involve cleaving through flying insects with Haineko or some other form of actual work. Nnoitra had granted her more freedom of movement over the years, but no matter how long her leash might have stretched over the last few years, the ever-present reminder of her status as a possession rubbed against the calloused skin of her ankle. No amount of salve would dissolve that callus as long as it remained there.

Fifteen years ago, at this time of day, she would most likely be lounging in her Taichou�s office, sipping a cup of the stash she kept in various places in Toshiro�s office, reading the latest fashion magazines from the Living World and plotting how much time she thought she could steal from her next mission there to shop. The music accompanying her activities involved the white-haired boy behind the 10th Division Taichou�s desk snarling at her to finish her paperwork. Now, as she walked with Tatsuki and Orihime back to the dwelling she shared with Nnoitra, she sadly observed that the only thing she really had on her mind was that it was high time to get started on making her �master�s� dinner.

Well, maybe that wasn�t entirely true. There was the budding conspiracy with regard to Soi Fon�s pregnancy with which to occupy her mind and her time. Tatsuki broached the subject with Karin, seeking her assistance in the matter. To think that Ggio had approached Tesra and Tatsuki to adopt the child he was having with Soi Fon! The announcement and subsequent request for additional help relieved every woman at the small party and Karin promised to make sure that Szayel delivered the child safely into Tatsuki and Tesra�s custody. Orihime, being the one most likely to see Unohana first, offered to let the 4th Division Taichou know about the situation. No doubt, she would be just as pleased by this idea. Rangiku understood that while the majority of the women there had relatively little power to stop Barragan outright, the act of plotting all of the ways that they could try to ensure the baby�s safety as well as prevent the Second from interfering made them feel less helpless.

�Well, here�s my stop,� Rangiku sighed as she stared at the house she shared with Nnoitra. In the back of her mind, she could feel Haineko bristle in unhappiness.

�Faugh. Back to the kennel with us��

�As always, it�s a pleasure to see you!� Orihime gave the taller woman a hug.

While Nnoitra had allowed her to help at the 4th Division after a battle once he�d finished with her, the two women were frequently too busy working to save lives and take away pain to socialize with one another. At the end of their shift, they were too exhausted for more than a cursory conversation, especially Orihime. It also didn�t help that Orihime worked in the section of the 4th Division that dealt with critical cases while Rangiku spent her time handling simpler injuries. The two areas were on the opposite sides of the Division, curtailing their visiting time.

�You too,� Rangiku said, returning her hug.

Both women separated and she turned her attention to Tatsuki.

�Are you going to come in for a bit?�

Tatsuki shrugged and nodded, giving a little stretch as she did so.

�I might as well. I can pick up the manga you�ve finished and bring them home with me.�

Orihime quickly gave her childhood friend a similar hug and continued on her way home, waving until she was out of sight while Tatsuki and Rangiku walked into the house. With a soft sigh of disgust, she slid her shoes off and reattached the little golden chain to her ankle cuff. There were two things that she�d never been able to get Nnoitra to stop doing: partaking of her whenever and however he wanted and forcing her to remain chained up once she walked through the front door. She wasn�t crazy enough to try to bring up the first subject, and try as she might she�d never been able to negotiate away the latter.

�So, what are you going to make for dinner?� Tatsuki asked as they entered the kitchen. Rangiku pulled open the refrigerator and stared at the contents, trying to assemble a meal from them in her head.

�I am not sure yet,� she admitted. �Do you have any ideas?�

The front door opened and they felt the shift in reiatsu as their respective men entered the house. It was unusual for Nnoitra to come home early and Rangiku, alarmed, wondered if they�d lost track of time at the gathering. A quick glance at the clock told her that her sense of time wasn�t off. Nnoitra was, indeed, home early.

�Oi, wench, you back yet?� Nnoitra called out.

�Yes, I am here Nnoitra-sama,� she responded.

�Good, go get changed into something nice,� he ordered.

�Yes, Nnoitra-sama.� She bowed her head and climbed the stairs towards their room.

�You should change as well,� Tesra instructed his mate, though he said this more gently than Nnoitra.

�Sure thing,� she smirked, and followed Rangiku up.

While Tesra and Tatsuki didn�t live with them, the two did keep a few changes of clothing in the guest bedroom, just for this sort of circumstance. None of them knew when Nnoitra would decide that he wanted to go out for an evening and Tesra wasn�t the sort that would make his Espada wait while he went home to clean up.

Rangiku dug through the wardrobe and pulled out one of the nicer kimonos Tesra had picked out for her over the years, a dark green furisode with a pattern of pine branches. It was still winter and this one�s thicker fabric would help keep the chill away.

�Need any help?� Tatsuki asked, entering the room with a kimono of her own draped over an arm.

�Please,� Rangiku requested without hesitation.

The two women set about getting dressed. It was rare that Nnoitra dragged them out for dinner, but it did happen. Even though she suspected it was more to show off his possessions to the rest of the Seireitei, their evenings out as a foursome were usually pleasant affairs and the places he chose to take them were nice, middle-of-the-road establishments.

�So, where do you think we are going to be going out tonight?� Tatsuki asked as she helped Rangiku pin up her long hair and tie the kimono�s matching obi.

�Hopefully that place Nnoitra-sama took us to last summer. They had the best kabayaki I have ever tasted!� she prayed, then pouted. �Of course, I�ll have to limit my portion. I�m going to get as big as a house if I keep eating the way I have of late.�

�Oh, don�t remind me,� Tatsuki moaned. �The flavour was amazing, and the presentation! I could eat that every day for the rest of my life!� Then her friend glared at her, as Rangiku could almost feel the heat of the human woman�s scorn on the back of her neck. �You are not getting fat. That�s the paranoia talking!�

�Well, I guess we will find out in a moment. Are you done back there?�

�Just about. There, got it!� Tatsuki declared, stepping away as she finished tying off the obi. �Let�s go see where we are going tonight.�

The two women descended the stairs to meet the men waiting for them. Both wore fresh, clean uniforms and Rangiku was secretly glad that she�d done yesterday�s laundry early.

�Perfect,� Nnoitra purred, as he looked her up and down. He had the wide, lecherous grin on his face that let her know he approved of her appearance.

Despite herself, she blushed and looked down. He didn�t compliment her often, and when he did, he actually meant it. The Fifth didn�t bother with words of false flattery. He didn�t exactly need them; unlike her past suitors, he didn�t have to put any effort attempting to lure her into his bed when he could simply order her between the sheets.

She wasn�t sure if she liked what that implied about her sense of self-worth, that a small amount of praise from someone who didn�t have to give it at all could generate that kind of reaction from her. Then she decided that she didn�t care. She was going out for the evening, a rare treat and worrying about anything more than that, or engaging in introspection, something she�d never been all that good with anyway, was a waste of time.

�Thank you, Nnoitra-sama,� Rangiku replied, and bowed low, giving her master a glimpse of the back of her neck.

�You are beautiful, as usual,� Tesra complimented his own mate, offering her both his arm and a smile.

�Hmm,� she agreed, and then turned eyes gone sultry up at him. �You�re not too shabby yourself, handsome.�

The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the world orange as Nnoitra led them down the streets of the 1st District towards the restaurant he had chosen for tonight�s meal. It turned out to be the exact restaurant she�d hoped to revisit, the one whose food she and Tatsuki had raved about. Her happiness must have leaked over into the Claim between them, because Nnoitra looked down at her a little oddly, before Tesra moved to open the door for his master and their women. Today had been an exceedingly good day, in Rangiku�s opinion.

�Tesra told me you two are going to take in that brat Barragan wants to get rid of,� Nnoitra snorted halfway through their meal, his chopsticks poised in mid-air over a bowl of grilled eel. Rangiku went still, and Tesra and Tatsuki looked at one another.

�Yes, Nnoitra-sama� Tatsuki replied hesitantly, as if she was afraid that Nnoitra was about to put the kibosh on the whole deal.

The Espada popped the bit of eel in his mouth and chewed before looking across the table at his fraccion and his mate. Then he grinned at them and the brief moment of tension evaporated as the rest of the party realized that Nnoitra seemed quite pleased about it.

�Good. It will be a fucking treat to see that old, wrinkled goat stew over the fact the brat escaped him,� he laughed, then leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face. �Do they know what it is?�

�It�s a girl,� Rangiku answered quietly. �Orihime-chan let me know yesterday.�

�Heh. Even better. His loss�� Nnoitra crowed, and then looked squarely at Rangiku. �How is everything going at the 4th Division?�

�Busy,� Rangiku responded. �Unohana-Taichou says she�s grateful that I�m able to help with the wounded. She says doing so frees Orihime-chan and her up to care for the worst cases.�

�Good to hear,� he commented and took another bite of eel.

The subject dropped now, Rangiku could only wonder at his attitude towards the Second Espada. Barragan was an occasional visitor to their home on poker nights and Nnoitra had never denied the high-raked Arrancar a place at the card game. There was no hint of any animosity between them, other than the usual male smack-talk in between rounds, on those nights. Was there some kind of rivalry between the two she couldn�t see? She didn�t think so, as Barragan�s fraccion had had no problem approaching Tesra. Then she decided that it might be better to concentrate on the delicious barbecued eel on her plate instead. Despite her earlier assertion that she�d only eat a limited amount, her hunger was such that she was done before Nnoitra and wishing she had an extra slice or two on top of what she�d eaten.

Rangiku gave herself a silent scolding for her gluttony and lack of willpower.

�If I keep eating at this rate, none of my clothing will fit!�

The rest of dinner went smoothly and she found herself pressed against her �master�s� side as they walked back to the house, Nnoitra�s arm draped around her waist. Tesra shared a similar pose with her own mate, the two of them snuggled comfortably together. They truly were a good couple and Rangiku envied them. Any outsider would be able to look at the two couples and know that, while their postures mimicked one another; obvious affection and mutual love surrounded one pair while the other appeared more like a man holding his possession close. It was downright cold out now that the sun had set, so she welcomed Nnoitra�s body heat at least, the warmth giving her a reason to want to stick close to him. There were times, however, that she felt more like something he wanted to show off; a proverbial designer handbag or a bit of expensive jewellery.

They passed the house Tesra and Tatsuki shared first. The two women wished each other good night before she and Nnoitra continued the short distance home. Walking through the entryway, she glared at the golden chain hanging on its hook by the door before taking it down and reattaching it. She really, really hated the damn thing.

She carefully walked up the stairs, lifting the heavy silk of the kimono to keep from tripping. Nnoitra followed closely behind her. Without asking, he undid the obi and let it fall to the floor to lie at her feet. His hands didn�t stop there though. They pulled the two layers of her now-open kimono aside and cupped a breast in each hand as he came up flush behind her, his arousal digging into her back. She had been expecting as much. He had taken her out and done something nice, and now he expected payment. She didn�t have the option to say no, and unlike many of her past lovers, as much as she hated him for chaining her like this, he knew how to pluck moans of pleasure from her. The things he could do with that long tongue of his alone ought to be illegal.

�Or perhaps, it should be made into a requirement by law,� she couldn�t help but to think as one of his hands trailed down from her breast and towards the nest of strawberry-blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs.

His fingers raked gently through the small hairs that protected her nether region before starting to stroke over, and then alongside the folds of her womanhood. She let out a little moan, both because it felt good and because he expected it. Rangiku could thank Tatsuki for that bit of enlightenment regarding the fragility of the male ego.

For all of his domineering ways, Nnoitra loved to feel �manly� and one of the many �manly� things he prided himself on was the ability to get a woman to pant and whimper beneath him. Since there was no way out of having sex with him, she long ago decided that she would at least get something out of their encounters too. Therefore, with little moans and sighs, the ones she had once repressed in denial of what she had become, she let him know what actually felt good to her. In turn, because he got off on the idea of turning a woman, even one he had enslaved, into a writhing mess beneath him, Nnoitra would return again and again to the places she enjoyed being touched.

While he had used the Claim to force her into bed with him, especially at the beginning of their �relationship,� he had never used it to force her to make false noises and exclamations of pleasure and loyalty. It was one, small thing that relieved her, that all of her moans were honestly earned.

�Does that feel good?� he breathed into her ear.

�Yea, Nnoitra-sama,� she murmured.

The hand still toying with her breast moved away from it and slid the rest of her clothing off of her shoulders to pool at their feet, leaving her completely exposed. Meanwhile, two long fingers stroked her insides while a thumb rolled the overly sensitive bundle of nerves slightly to the north of her entrance. His fingers, like his tongue, were sinfully long, calloused from decades, if not a century or more, of wielding Santa Teresa. The feel of their rough texture against her flesh sent tremors of pleasure through her as they stroked her silken, inner walls at depths no previous lover had ever been able to reach.

Sweat broke out on her skin as he worked her inner core and another low moan escaped her lips. The object probing her back was much firmer now and noticeably twitching. His mouth descended to her neck, licking softly and giving little love bites over the scar situated at the juncture of her neck and her shoulder, created from multiple Claiming sessions over the last fifteen years. Almost all of those Claimed had such a scar, save for her former Taichou, and any other slave with a female master now that she thought about it.

Knowing how much it stroked his ego, and how much more lenient he was with the restrictions he laid on her when he was happy, she started to rub her bottom against him, stimulating the hardened flesh trapped between their bodies and his remaining clothing. Now Nnoitra let out a low moan of his own and his grip on her loosened just a bit. There was something she had been working up to ask him to do, and he was always far more willing to consider her requests when he was in the middle of post-coital bliss, especially if she had willingly brought him to that point without his having to use the Claim. With that in mind, she let one of her hands snake around behind her and work its way into his hakama, grasping him and giving him a light squeeze. His nipping kisses paused as she did so. Then his body pressed more insistently against hers. All the while, those two fingers and thumb kept moving and stroking her.

�Nnoitra-sama,� she pause to let out a little gasp as that particular rotation of his thumb made her legs tremble enough for her to worry about remaining upright, �I would like to please you.�

She could feel the leer that crossed his lips where they touched her skin. He knew exactly what she was offering to do, and with one more pass over her nub with his thumb, he removed his fingers from her core and took a small step back.

�Far be it from me to deny my woman the right to do her duty.�

She wanted to bristle at that, and Haineko had a few, very scathing things to say in the privacy of her head, which Rangiku silently agreed with, but sometimes one had to force oneself to get along with the dogs if one wanted to get to the field of catnip on the other side of the kennel. Haineko huffed in annoyance, but conceded there was wisdom in the metaphor. Both of them were ready to get out of the bloody kennel and into the catnip, even if it was only for a day. Today�s excursions had whetted her appetite for more freedom and if this was the price she had to pay to get it, then so be it.

With a bit of space between them, Rangiku turned around in his grasp and released the hold she had on him so she could set about removing what was left of his uniform. He just stood there and smiled a little triumphantly as she undressed him until he was as naked as she was, his clothes joining hers in a jumble on the floor. Only then did she return her attention to the large and twitching rod of flesh that erupted from the black curls between his legs.

While not as thick as some of her previous lovers, he was definitely very long, and his sheer length made sure that, when he seated himself in her, he touched parts of her she hadn�t even known she had. She doubted even the most well trained Rukongai courtesan could deep throat him, and he had never expected her to even try.

Rangiku carefully kneeled before him and took the object of her attention in hand, stroking him for almost a full minute before bringing her lips forward to take the head into her mouth, assaulting it with her tongue as she did so. Nnoitra, oddly enough, was very fastidious about his grooming so he never smelled or tasted bad unless he had just come from a battle or training and hadn�t had the time to clean up first. On those occasions, however, he was more likely to take her in the shower, resolving the issue of cleanliness and scent. Other than a brief bit of salty tang from his precum, he tasted like normal flesh, which made doing this so much easier.

Oral sex was something she had never offered any of her previous partners, and oddly enough, Nnoitra did not really demand it of her. For several minutes, the only sound in the room was that of his soft panting and the sucking noises she made as she worked him with her mouth and fingers. She could feel his legs twitch against her when a particular tongue stroke or a bit of suction on her part sent him a wave of pleasure.

�Bed,� he gasped out.

He took slow steps back until he reached the edge of the bed and laid back, his legs still dangling over the edge. She had followed him on her knees, mouth and fingers never leaving him.

�Get up here and turn around,� he ordered, his voice low and full of pent up lust and testosterone-fuelled excitement.

It didn�t take her long to figure out what he wanted, and without releasing the flesh buried in her mouth, she moved up onto the bed and spun her body about, straddling his body with her own. His hand grasped and groped her rear shortly before she felt that overly long, tattooed, sinful tongue of his delve into her folds. It suddenly became much harder to think about what was going on with her mouth and hands.

She had often wondered why he would lower himself to give her oral, and he did so almost every time they had sex. Shinigami men would often remark that such an act was beneath them. Tatsuki had explained it was a Hollow thing, done to prepare their partners for penetration, something left over from their Adjuchas days, or so she said Tesra had explained to her. Apparently, Adjuchas genitalia, male and female, were much different than the more human-looking Arrancar, and varied from sub-species to sub-species. She didn�t care about Hollow mating rituals, not truly, but Rangiku could appreciate this particular tradition. She didn�t even want to think about what it would be like for an Adjuchas to take her so frequently without preparation. The few times he had done so, usually in a fit of rage that had nothing to do with her, had been bad enough.

It was getting harder to keep up with sucking him off as that devilish tongue continued to torment her, slipping between her folds and burrowing its way inside of her in a way no other man had ever been able to do. Oh, did it feel good! She moaned around the cock in her mouth as that hot, wet, strong muscle stroked her insides. He managed to wring a gasp out of her as he curled to tip of his tongue inside of her and used it to stroke her inner walls like some sort of boneless finger.

�Nnoitra-sama,� she whimpered, barely remembering to add the honorific. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own, thrusting back to get as much of his mouth on her, in her, as possible.

His tongue temporarily retreated from her core so he could speak. �You like that, don�t you, pet?� he asked, giving her nether lips and her clitoris a few lazy strokes before delving into her once more.

�Yes, ooohhh�!� she moaned as he set back to work on her.

Since she was unable to continue working him with her mouth, because of the sheer amount of sobs and gasps on her part, she elected to wrap her breasts around him instead while he bucked his hips up in a loose rhythm to get the friction he desired. She let her tongue dip to the head of his cock and she lavished the head and slit with the tip. She had no idea how long he ate her out, how long they remained in that position. This time when his tongue retreated from ever-so-pleasantly tormenting her, he manoeuvred them so he was leaning against the wall with her in his lap, his muscular chest rubbing against her back. One hand toyed with a nipple while the other spread her nether lips and inserted two fingers into her. He moved them back and forth, as if testing her.

�Good and wet, perfect�� he said in a low voice, the words thick with want. �Shall we get to the best part?�

�Yes, Nnoitra-sama,� she responded, not wanting to delay anything either.

Rangiku grasped his shaft with her hands and guided it to her entrance. She leaned away from his chest for a minute and lifted her body up before sinking down, slowly taking that long length into her until she was fully-seated in his lap, her butt flush against his thighs.

�Such a good pet,� he purred, reaching up and running his fingers through her long, dishevelled hair.

She blushed with more anger at the endearment than pleasure, but she doubted he cared either way what caused her cheeks to go rosy. It was hard to stay pissed when she had something buried so deep inside of her that she couldn�t help but to wonder if it was pushing against the cervix.

Both hands groped her breasts now and he gave his hips a jerk, clearly indicating he wanted her to start moving. It was an odd angle, and yet she couldn�t help but to enjoy it as she moved in his lap, bringing her body up and then down with a flex of her thigh muscles. His mouth latched onto her neck and suckled, his hands continued to molest her bosom, squeezing, rubbing and occasionally rolling the nipples between his fingers. They continued this way until her legs started to get sore as she moved her body against his. He must have anticipated her exhaustion, because he suddenly grabbed her hips and flipped her forward, forcing her to catch herself with her hands before she went face-first into the blanket. He was out from under her in a flash and the next think she knew he was behind her. The new position left her on her hands and knees, and he took over the work, thrusting deeply into her body and pulling a startled scream out of her mouth as his reiatsu invaded her. She hadn�t expected him to reinforce their Claim, but she could never deny the sheer amount of bone-deep pleasure the act gave her, even if she found the resulting chains of enslavement repulsive.

She knew he was close because he suddenly paused, before thrusting into her at a new and erratic pace. In the intense pleasure of the Claim rolling over her, she never felt the pain as his teeth tore into her neck, drinking her blood and their mixed reiatsu into his own body and binding her more firmly to him once more. His shaft violently pulsed inside of her as white fluid gushed from his body into hers, some of it escaping to dribble down her legs but in the midst of her own toe-curling orgasm, she hardly noticed.

They remained frozen like that for almost a minute, him still buried in her with his teeth still latched sharply onto her neck. She panted desperately for breath beneath him even as his body gave off a few more involuntary shivers. Her arms barely managed to hold her up and after another moment she let them give way, bring her to rest on the bed while he remained hovering over her, licking a few stray drops of her blood from his lips before spooning up against her.

�So beautiful,� he muttered, running his hands over her back, exhaustion lacing his voice.

Rangiku was ready to sleep for a week, her body feeling a mixture of orgasmic bliss combined by the feeling of uncomfortable entrapment as his reiatsu wrapped around hers. She felt tears threaten her eyes and furiously blinked them away. Every other female in her group loved the feeling of their mate�s reiatsu playing alongside theirs, but Nnoitra was not her mate, he was her Master. Unlike the others, who found the reiatsu surrounding their own similar to that of a safety blanket, all she felt were chains trapping her to his whim, locking her up like a cat in a too-small cage.

�Your request,� Haineko reminded her before she could slip into post-Claim-induced slumber.

�Shit, thanks,� she thought groggily. Claiming always left both of them completely exhausted. �Nnoitra-sama,� she spoke up hesitantly.

�Hmm?� he responded, and she knew he was almost out as well.

�I would like permission to go to the market for a few hours tomorrow, if it�s alright with you.�

�Sure, whatever,� he murmured, half-asleep.

Elation filled her. She couldn�t remember the last time she�d had permission to go to the market, let alone for a few hours. She would have to take Tatsuki with her and the two of them could really get down and girly.

�Take Tesra,� he added, before letting out a long breath and surprisingly, pulling her close to him as he settled into the bedding.

�I will,� she assured him, having already expected the condition. �Thank you,� she whispered and meant it.

He gave one last grunt and pulled the blankets over them before drifting off. Rangiku couldn�t recall the last time she�d set foot in the Seireitei�s garment district to shop for pleasure. The last time she�d been allowed out to the markets, she had been with Tesra, to pick up household necessities. She followed him in slumber quickly after, a small smile on her face as she dreamed about clothing and all the accessories that might go with them.

Okay, this chapter was originally actually 24 pages long, so I broke it up into two chapters, hence why some of the �next chapter� stuff is not here. This means instead of a double update, I will be doing a triple as the scenes really should stay together.

Ichigo, the king of everything, lol.

I would also have liked to see Ulquiorra end up with Orihime. Everything was there for it, and she really is not right for Ichigo, but apparently Kubo said in an interview that there will be no relationships between any of the characters.
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Prize of Victory 2