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Prize of Victory 1.5
By : NovaAlexandria
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The Fifth

Nnoitra Gilga watched Aizen leave with the two Shinigami he�d taken as prizes and for a second, felt something akin to pity for the more damaged of them. He wouldn�t want to trade places with Ichimaru Gin at present. The fox-faced idiot ought to have known better. The Fifth Espada could only imagine what their leader might do to a traitor who had been with him since the beginning. Aizen had always been more than willing to make explicit examples of those Arrancar who had defied him or questioned him. Why Gin thought he might get away with it was anyone�s guess.

�I doubt he�ll still have that grin in an hour.�

A shrug accompanied his assessment of the man�s prospects. Nnoitra had better things to ponder� such as which of the powerful-but-defeated Shinigami in the hall would get the privilege of having him as a Master. Unfortunately, most of those who had yet to be Claimed were male, and Nnoitra wasn�t into buggery.

Well�maybe he would have made an exception if the one called Kenpachi had been available, just so he could fight the fiend all-out whenever the urge hit. Sadly, the massive one-eyed Taichou and his pipsqueak sidekick were still unaccounted for, leaving Nnoitra to survey the remaining women in the hall.

There were the Kurosaki brats, but he quickly abandoned the idea of taking them when he saw Grimmjow stride in their direction. As tempting as it would be to use the girls to draw out their older brother, he loathed babysitting. Moreover, the thought of sleeping with children left him utterly cold. He had standards, after all.

�I�ve already put in my time with Tesra. If the Sixth wants to wipe noses and listen to cubs mewl and whine nonstop, let him.�

The next two, Inoue Orihime and her friend, weren�t available either. The sneaky flying rat had already Claimed the first human and the second held no appeal. She was too scrawny, she barely registered when it came to spiritual power and her chest was so flat that without the torn skirt, he would have mistaken her for a messy-haired boy. The young women clung to one another as if someone had glued them together. Ulquiorra would probably end up with her too. Nnoitra knew a lost cause when he saw one and moved on.

The shrimp with the broken arm was next in line and this one left him conflicted. She was injured and had mosquito bites instead of breasts, but she had some real power. Unfortunately, that was all she had going for her and once again, a potential fight loomed. One didn�t cross Barragan Louisenbairn without good reason and in Nnoitra�s opinion the damaged goods weren�t worth the trouble. Her size and her build were turn-offs too.

That left one female, the tart that had been sniveling all over the turncoat. In fact, she was still crying, her reddened eyes locked on the door through which Aizen had dragged him, to the exclusion of anything else.

�Now, this is more like it,� Nnoitra thought and unconsciously rubbed his hands together. This beauty more than made up for the otherwise slim pickings. She had big blue eyes, a spectacular figure and long, wavy red-gold hair. Her cheeks were flushed from weeping, but it didn�t take much for him to envision her blushing for a different reason. Nor was it hard to go from that to picturing her wearing form-fitting white instead of a torn, black, blood-splattered shihakusho. His subconscious went further, painting her tresses a brilliant turquoise�

That decided it. He felt his cock stir and harden, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

He had to have her.

So far, no one else had spared her a second glance and if he had his way, no one else would. He sauntered over to her crouched figure, Tesra trailing behind him like a ghost.

�Well, hello there!�

It took him looming over her and addressing her before she registered his presence. When she looked up he could see a heady mixture of grief and anger in her pretty eyes. They strayed from him to the spot behind him, where Harribel and her girls had surrounded some kid with hair that matched his white haori, then back to him.

�What do you want?� she demanded as she rose to her feet and squared her shoulders. His height forced her to look up at him, but she didn�t back away.

Nnoitra liked the fact she had some bite to her; breaking her of it would be great fun. From this angle he could also ogle her cleavage and spent a few minutes planning exactly how he would bury his face between those perfect melons. If he wasn�t mistaken, he was sure he caught a whiff of perfume wafting up from her skin, half-hidden beneath the smell of smoke and blood.

�And here I thought this Victory party was going to be boring! Guess there is something around here worth fucking after all,� he laughed.

Her face twisted in disgust at this and she stepped back into a defensive position, which only amused and aroused him further. Even if she hadn�t been roughed up, he could tell that she wasn�t as powerful as he was, though she was hardly a weakling. The only one who might put up a fight for her was Harribel. Thankfully, the Third was too busy sizing up the teenager to notice. The room was starting to clear out too, save for one group that showed no sign of leaving. Out of the corner of one eye, Nnoitra spied Barragan feeling up an effeminate pretty-boy from behind. From the look of things, the Second and that ugly cuss Nirgge were going to roger their prizes right then and there.

The thought of watching the skeleton publicly porking anyone was enough to make Nnoitra�s stomach churn and his libido falter. He needed a change in scenery. Moreover, this bitch looked as if she wanted to tear him a new one. Teaching her the error of her ways would be best done outside.

Without preamble, his right arm shot out and he grasped her bicep, startling her. Nnoitra intended to steer her though the nearest door and well out of view of Barragan�s troupe before the old bastard dropped his drawers. What he hadn�t taken into account was her reflexes. He had just manoeuvred her into the 1st Division�s main courtyard when the woman muttered what sounded like esoteric poetry and twisted in his grip. Her hand suddenly appeared directly before his face and before he could dodge it, a ball of fire exploded inches from his nose. He let go of her arm, more out of surprise than pain, and she took the opportunity to run.

Ah, so she wanted to turn this into a hunt� that was fine with him. She�d charred his uniform and his collar was still smoking, so Nnoitra would give her a few points for quick thinking. Not that it would do her much good. Her scent lingered in his nose, making his mouth water. One of the members of Harribel�s bimbo brigade had boasted of �putting that cow in her place� on the way into the hall, so she was probably running on fumes. All he had to do was follow and bring her to heel when the need to rest overcame her.

�Keep up, Tesra,� he growled and took off after her. The wench wasn�t quite capable of moving at high speed at present, so there was no need for him to use Sonido yet. Her only advantage was that she knew the terrain. It was up to him to make sure she didn�t escape.

The Fifth didn�t want to waste too much time, so when he caught sight of her, trying to take refuge in one of the 1st Division�s look-alike alleyways, he put an end to things with a well-placed Cero. The ball of energy tore through the wall ahead of her, by about twenty paces.

She threw her arms up to ward off the bits of concrete that rained down on her and Nnoitra heard her shriek through the smoke and dust caused by the explosion. Then he heard her start coughing, the sound getting louder as he approached. Swinging Santa Teresa around, he sank the blade into one of the paving stones, piercing the thick brick as if it were putty, and took two steps towards her while she was distracted. She immediately took two steps back, trying to get away from both him and the choking cloud. Her defensive stance was the same as before.

�Nnoitra Gilga, Quinto Espada,� he introduced himself, his posture completely relaxed as he looked her up and down, double-checking to see if his first assessment had been too generous. She looked even better under natural light, even if she was covered in a fine gray grit.

�Matsumoto Rangiku, Fukutaichou of the 10th Division,� she responded automatically and coughed again. Her hands, he noted, never wavered. Without her blade, she was limited to those feeble excuses for Ceros.

�Not anymore. Come morning, there won�t be anything left inside the walls, unless Aizen-kami wants to keep it,� he snorted. Then he pointed at his crotch. �As for you, your job is to make my cock happy� oh, and maybe make me breakfast, if you can cook.�

She looked absolutely furious at this. Nnoitra was fine with that reaction. At least it wasn�t cold disdain, or blunt indifference. He�d struck a nerve and couldn�t wait to do it again.

�I would rather die!�

Another fireball followed on the heels of her snarled declaration. Nnoitra didn�t bother to dodge it, letting the destructive energy skitter harmlessly across his Hierro. The remnants fizzled out when they hit the pavement behind him. Laughing it off, he waited until she�d expended more of her precious resources. One, two, three more carefully aimed attacks came to nothing more than damage to the surrounding tiled roofs and walls and some charred clothing.

�I like your version of foreplay!� he laughed. Desperation crept into her eyes, which darted this way and that, looking for an escape route once she figured out that her only offensive weapon was useless. Nnoitra could smell the fear oozing from her. He was rock hard and salivating. Nothing turned him on more than a battle. The fact he was about to win one by getting her beneath him was the perfect aphrodisiac.

�Matsumoto-Fukutaichou!�

The only downside involved the annoying buzzing of pesky, interfering flies. Several Shinigami with the kanji for the numeral �1� stencilled on them had evidently seen the Cero go off and had come to investigate. Their sandaled feet thundered down the alley and Nnoitra�s lip curled in irritation. All of the idiots had their blades out and seemed intent on rescuing the woman. A quick jerk of his head sent a message to his underling.

�Tesra, deal with �em while I finish this.�

�Yes sir!�

Tesra shot past him, his weapon drawn, but it wasn�t as if his fraccion really needed it. He moved in a blitz of spare, lethal moves that made the most of the tight quarters. The majority of them died in a spray of blood, but once Nnoitra flared his considerable reiatsu, the would-be saviours scattered. The few who hadn�t taken a slash to the neck scrambled for safety and Tesra, with no orders to the contrary, went after them. If it was one thing the Espada had impressed on the piglet over the years, it was to always clean the scraps from one�s plate.

In the end, Tesra�s attack on the Shinigami squad worked in Nnoitra�s favour. Rangiku, seeing what was about to happen, tried to intercept the fraccion. Maybe she thought she could save the pathetic twits from a well-deserved death. Maybe she thought they weren�t already dead men walking. The woman foolishly turned away from him in an attempt to charge Tesra, which gave the Fifth the opening he needed. His long arm shot out, grasping the back of her uniform and he pulled hard. Her forward momentum, coupled with the grip he had on the fabric, resulted in the near-removal of her outer and inner kosode. Her arms remained in their sleeves, but her upper body was jerked back and her breasts and shoulders popped free of the upper half of her uniform. A second jerk stopped her and she tottered backwards, losing her equilibrium. Nnoitra�s third jerk took her off of her feet. She reeled against him, her back slamming into his chest and her loose hair falling into her face, which obscured the Espada�s fist as it connected with her temple.

He�d pulled the blow just enough to keep from damaging her skull, but the strike did what he intended. She reeled to one side, eyes still open. For good measure, he drew his fist back again and struck her in the solar plexus, forcing the air out of her lungs. Rangiku�s legs failed her and she crumpled, though she didn�t hit the ground. Nnoitra caught his half-naked prize around the midsection and hoisted her over his shoulder. He could feel it when her breasts came into contact with his ribcage and shifted until he�d grabbed enough of her uniform to keep her arms bound.

Unfortunately, he couldn�t guarantee that she�d stay like this for long. Whistling loudly, Nnoitra summoned Tesra to him. His red-splattered fraccion showed up a few minutes later, using the remains of a dead Shinigami�s uniform to clean the blood from Verruga.

�I�ve done away with the obstacles, as you ordered, sir.�

Nnoitra pulled his weapon from the stone with one hand. Sheathing it, he took to the air to locate the closest gate in the Seireitei�s walls.

�Time to pick a new den, runt. Let�s go.�

It was a good time to leave. While he�d been busy tracking the woman, Aizen had let in the Arrancar he�d held in reserve. The Numeros had wasted no time in scattering the leaderless Shinigami and the city was quickly dissolving into chaos, which they observed as they made their way south. The simultaneous use of Ceros, Balas, Kido, and various Zanpakuto releases had turned parts of the Seireitei into infernos, the fires racing through the paper and wood buildings until they ran into a wall or something made of stone. The terrified screams of the dying and wounded, most of them men, serenaded them from below and Nnoitra�s already toothy smile nearly split his face. This was the perfect music, in his opinion and it was only made better by the weeping and the wailing of female Shinigami who had been beaten or caught. Looking down, he saw more than a few of them on their hands and knees, minus their clothing, an Arrancar holding them in place while fucking them soundly. Others had been raped and discarded, left to lie naked and covered in cum. That told him the lower-ranked Hollows were testing the waters before picking a permanent pet and that he�d better Claim what he wanted quickly.

�Through here, Nnoitra-sama!�

Tesra pointed at the huge gate set into the high walls and the drama playing out just inside them. Bodies were beginning to pile up on either side and more amusingly, just at the threshold of the wide-open entrance. At least five of the Numeros had staked out the egress point and were busy picking off Shinigami as they scrambled around like blind rabbits. The few who had made it past the gauntlet of Cero-fire beat at the open air as if they had no idea the way was open. Nnoitra curled his lip at them as he and Tesra cleared the gate with the unconscious Rangiku.

Finding a den wasn�t terribly hard; there were so many houses to choose from that Nnoitra eventually let Tesra decide on something. His fraccion eventually settled on a two-story number with a painted wooden fence surrounding it, tall trees that shaded it on the south side and a back garden with a grassy area and a fountain. It appeared sturdy enough, so Nnoitra gave Tesra the go-ahead to clear out the inhabitants while he saw to the morsel beginning to stir on his shoulder.

Nnoitra�s blood was up by the time he touched down on the grass and let the woman he carried fall to the ground. She was still somewhat out of it, but her head would clear soon enough and he had no more patience. Rolling her on her belly, he straddled her hips and shoved both of her loose kosodes over her head, tying her hands together. Then he skewered the cloth with Santa Theresa, sinking the weapon�s blade deep into the ground while avoiding her hands. She was going to need her fingers and there was no reason to ruin a perfectly good pet right off the bat. After that, he only had to tear away her hakama and fundoshi, shredding them with his claws and pushed her legs far enough apart to kneel between them.

He could tell when she finally came to, because she groaned when he ran his hands up and down her sides and reached around to take both of her breasts.

�What� what are� you doing? Let� let me�go��

�Oh yes,� he moaned against her neck as he sank his fingers into one plump mound. She attempted to flinch from the contact, but couldn�t wriggle free. �I am going to enjoy every minute of this.�

�Bastard!� she snarled, more aware now as his unoccupied hand undid his hakama enough so that his erection could spring free. �Let go� you son� of a bitch!�

�Sorry, sweetheart, but you�re in no position to tell me what to do.�

So saying, he slapped her bottom, making her shriek. Leaning forward, he let his length rest in the warm crack of her ass, enjoying the heat. She squirmed and called him all sorts of things. Nnoitra ignored the insults and went from groping her tit to skimming her tight belly, his fingers travelling below her navel until they found what they wanted.

Rangiku froze the second he pushed a finger into her and sucked in her breath when he moved it in and out, testing her passage. While she was dry, she wasn�t a virgin. With a body like that, he would have been shocked if she�d been untouched, but her walls were still nice and snug. He couldn�t wait to get inside of her.

�Take your hands off of me, monster!�

�Oh, keep it up! I love it when bitches struggle!� he purred, sliding his tongue up the side of her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. He also grabbed his stiff cock. He would be the first to admit that his wasn�t the thickest, but what he lacked in girth he more than made up for in length. The only one who could challenge him size-wise was Yammy and he doubted that the Tenth could compete with him when it came to total inches.

�You asshole! Stop it! Get off! Don�t you touch me!�

�Get off, you say? That�s a great idea!� he taunted, knowing she didn�t have the leverage to do anything. Kami, it felt good, having a powerful woman quiver beneath him. The few female Numeros he liked to bang weren�t much of a challenge and he would have passed them up save for the fact that the lower-ranking bitches were the only available pussy in Hueco Mundo. This broad had gone up against the Trés Bestias and lived to tell the tale. That alone would have set her apart from the others, but the rest of the package was just too good to resist.

Nnoitra sat back on his haunches and carefully rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy, between her inner lips. At the same time, he started circling his thumb around her clitoris, alternating between pressing and pinching it. She cursed and screamed at him when her entrance grew moist enough for him to pop the head of his shaft inside her. Gathering the wetness that formed where they tentatively joined with his fingers, he started rubbing her clit in earnest. When he judged that his victim�s once-dry passage was slippery enough that entry wouldn�t cause him any friction-related pain, he sank into her.

�Fuck� fuck� so nice�� he crooned aloud as she enveloped him. She choked and hissed at the slow penetration, but he didn�t care. He was too lost in the sensation of her silky twat, caressing every inch of him. Another round of fevered curses interspersed with screams barely registered as Nnoitra sighed and leaned forward again. The fingers of his right hand grasped a nipple, while his left hand pressed against her belly, holding her in place. It had been far too long since he�d fucked anyone worthwhile, and when he bumped up against her cervix, he stopped, wanting to relish this and commit it to memory.

It was too bad she still didn�t understand she was beaten. Rangiku kept putting up a fight, ignoring the fact he was balls-deep in her, so he did the one thing that would allow him to fully subdue her. Nnoitra pulled out halfway and then slammed his hips against her delightfully rounded bottom while delivering a shot of his reiatsu straight to her core. Unsurprisingly, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a shocked �O�, which was much better, in his opinion, than spewing profanity.

�D�ya get it now, Ran-chan?� he slurred into her ear, and started playing with her clit again. Her hips bucked in response and a garbled �oh, god� fell from her lips. Two more surges of reiatsu directly to her womb and she really slicked up, enough so that his next three thrusts went smoothly. Soon Nnoitra settled into a rhythm that matched her gasps. The spine below him arched and she slumped, her weight supported by her forearms, but all that changed was the angle at which she gripped him. There was no escaping the fate he had planned for her.

This, he thought blissfully, was what he�d been missing. That her whimpers turned to moans just added to his enjoyment. It was so easy to lose himself to his building climax, to imagine that the strands of reddish-gold hair that he grabbed and pulled were a different color and that the grass was really sand crunching under his knees�The illusion was so strong that he almost forgot to finish what he started, until it was nearly too late. Once Nnoitra realized he was dangerously close to cumming prematurely, he corrected his near-mistake. Rangiku sobbed as he sent unrelenting doses of his energy into her, grinding furiously. The flesh around him subsequently twitched, tightening enough to let him know she was at capacity and ready for him to complete the Claim. Brushing her bright mane aside to reveal her neck showed him something else: a thin gold chain fixed with a ring of the same metal. During their struggles, the ring had migrated around to rest against her nape. The sight of it inexplicably angered him. He tore it from her and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. Its removal served to bring her back to her senses temporarily and she cried out, extending an arm in a useless attempt to save it.

Nnoitra saw this and brought his hand down on her wrist, a move that also helped shove his cock against her deepest parts. If she liked gold so much, he thought as he opened his mouth and breathed on a spot just below her ear, he�d give her a real chain and a ring that was worth all that weeping. It was the last thought before he sank his teeth into her neck.

The taste of a different metal flowed over his tongue and most of the body beneath his went stock still. The only part that moved as he drank in her blood and her reiatsu was the softness sheathing his cock. Shivering and throbbing, her pussy constricted to the point of near-pain, and at that point he came hard, flooding her with his semen. Between the fervor of his release and the euphoric feeling of her shiny reiatsu in his mouth, Nnoitra decided that nothing else in the world could ever compare. He�d never get tired of her. She was the perfect trophy and he intended to display her every chance he got. The sounds from inside the house had ceased and Nnoitra assumed that Tesra had disposed of whoever lived there, either by tossing them out on their ears or gutting them. He�d set the piglet to cleaning up any blood if he had to, since it was high time he inspected his new digs.

Reluctantly, Nnoitra pulled his softening dick out of his new pet and sat back to admire his handiwork. The fading orange light made her well-fucked body, bruised and splayed on the grass, look like a work of art. As the Claim settled around her, he also began to perceive her emotions. Despair, anger, confusion and grief fought for dominance as she recovered enough to push herself to her knees, though she had to fight off some dizziness. He�d probably hit her head harder than he originally intended, but that was her fault. If she�d just given in and let him do what he wanted, he wouldn�t have had to get rough with her. She immediately scuttled away from him, hunting through the grass, probably searching for her jewelry.

He snapped his fingers and called out, �Tesra!� while he tucked his shaft back into his hakama and stood up. A quick bout of vertigo told him that maybe he�d overdone it with the Claim, but it had been so worth it, especially when he saw his cum leaking down her inner thighs.

�Yes, Nnoitra-sama?� Tesra moved over from his guard position to join him on the grass.

�Is the den ready?�

�Yes sir. There�s plenty of room and a full kitchen. Hot running water too. You can bathe at your leisure if you like.�

�Great. Why don�t you go and get yourself a pet if you want one. Mine�s not going anywhere.�

�I�d rather cement our control over this property, sir.�

�Feh. Fine. Do whatever you want,�

Nnoitra thought his fraccion was wasting a golden opportunity to dip his wick, but that was Tesra�s problem, not his. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to his new bitch. She was still crawling around on all fours, searching and Nnoitra decided he�d had enough of it. �Come on pet,� he ordered, jerking harshly on the Claim. The blonde snarled at him, but couldn�t control her arms and legs when he compelled her to her feet. She blasted him with fury and fear and tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

�What the hell have you done to me?�

Her question had a hysterical edge to it and she immediately tried to take the same defensive stance he�d seen her take in the hall. One unspoken order later and she dropped her arms, to her shock. Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Nnoitra forced her to stand meekly before him and smirked while she struggled against invisible constraints.

�I Claimed you,� he replied and his smirk became a full-blown grin. It widened as her arms and legs began to move against her will. Tesra had pushed the back door of the house open and stood to the side like a sentry. Nnoitra could feel her fighting his will with every step and while he found her efforts amusing, he could think of better uses for what remained of her energy.

A shower would be a good start. They were both sweaty and dirt-smudged from the many battles they�d fought. He�d get her to scrub his back in that one place he couldn�t quite reach. It was never too early to start training her as to what he liked and it had been too long since he�d had the time or the resources to fuck a female under a spray of hot water. A big soft futon and a few days to enjoy his conquest wouldn�t hurt either.

In one last gesture of defiance, Rangiku tried to grab the wooden frame on either side of the door, proclaiming yet again that he had no right to do this to her. Nnoitra snorted at her persistent delusions and her hands to fall to her sides, on another silent order. In addition, he amended his command to include keeping her lips shut until he deemed that she had a reason to part them. The darkness inside the house swallowed her as her body crossed the threshold. Meanwhile, Tesra ducked his head, muttered something about giving him his privacy and left to check the front of the house.

If his fraccion wanted to play at being a sentry instead of hunting down some tail, the twerp was welcome to do so. Tesra�s vigilance would spare Nnoitra the bother of marking his den. He was going to enjoy getting to know every inch of her and thanks to Aizen he had all eternity to do it.
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Prize of Victory 1.5