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Straitjacket Feeling	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach, NOR do I own any of the characters of BLEACH. Also I am not making a profit off of this.

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A/N: Unfortunately I didn't have a lot of time to work on this story and it was neglected for a few months before I rushed it together for a finish. It's not perfect, there are a few mistakes here or there (or maybe a lot, who knows) but I just wanted to get it done so it didn't turn out to be a waste. I was just playing around with an idea and tried to run with it. Another Szayel/Nemu one because I'm crazy and I love the couple.
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The echo of her footsteps seemed to rebound off the narrow corridor walls and come back to her.
It was an eerie duet piece as she slowly continued her way down the straight forward hallway; her eyes barely moved to glance at the gloomy environment around her. Steel doors that sporadically appeared at her sides were the only reminders of the padded rooms on the other side. Many of these rooms were destroyed or closed off now- the reasons why were never clearly given to her; she was just advised to stay out or risk facing the consequences for disobeying an order. She was never one to fall for curiosity so these empty, shadowed rooms still remained a mystery to her. But this corridor was a constant reminder of the only functioning room located at the very end of the path- the only room she was given clearance to enter; in fact, it was the only room she was practically ordered to visit every day. The severe isolation of the single holding cell from the rest of the lab made it almost nonexistent to many of the division members. As far as she knew, she was the only one who ever came all the way out here, with the exception of her Captain on some occasions. This gave her a sense of freedom from the crowded, almost cluttered environment of the working areas; the long walking corridor gave her time to relax if just slightly.
She paused for a moment as the final steel locked door came into sight.
It seemed like clockwork, every time she reached this point, she had to stop and take a moment to gaze.
She knew exactly who was on the other side and sometimes... sometimes she wondered about him.
Sometimes she thought about him, as though unsure what to make of him and his situation. She felt bad some days for the locked room offered little entertainment and for a man like him... it had to feel like a slow torturous death; other days, she was more intrigued and amused herself by watching him- making sure he knew very little of her presence. After all... this was the same man who had recreated his entire body to its previous form inside of her; this was the same man who showed her a new level and sense of agonizing pain- something she had once thought she knew plenty of.
Not a single part of her held resentment towards him though.
In fact, she was more fascinated that he was able to perform such an act. The ability to recreate his body from its damaged form and into a full restored one was something that absolutely fascinated both her and every other division member. Despite the scars she still carried from the excruciating attack, she was all the more curious about it and sometimes she wanted to question him. She never did though. No, that was passing the line of responsibility her Captain had bestowed upon her. She was ordered to check in on him and study him for a few hours every day and that was all; there was to be minimum contact between them. However... she had blurred those lines on some occasions and stayed in his room for extended periods of time- this extension was only for conversation. She felt the need to keep him somewhat entertain, after all it was she who had gotten him stuck in this predicament.
Fingertips brushed against the cold steel of the door as she contemplated her next move. She could move into the observation room and watch him from there or... she could risk another moment of contact with him. It was always risky but he never showed any violence towards her, in fact he always seemed just as curious about her as she was about him. Their 'relationship' to say was odd in the least, despite their previous history, neither she nor he showed the least bit of interest in the past. They were always more interested in the present time.
Carefully guiding her fingers over the locks and multiple chains, she felt the sharp rush of air shoot out as the door popped open slightly at the sudden pressure release. Pushing the door inward, she slipped herself quietly in and glanced around for his figure. The walls were a bright white and padded to keep most of their patients from injuring themselves. A small bed was pushed against the far wall to open up the middle of the room for some walking space. Part of the room opened into a narrow hallway that turned into the small bathroom placed just out of sight. This was the only room that could function as a full living space mainly due to the working bathroom facilities. He always seemed to enjoy taking a shower and that's where he normally was when she dropped in to visit; for his sake, she never interrupted him and always waited for him to be decent before she walked in. But this time, the shower was quiet but... he still wasn't in sight.
She only made it a few steps in before she heard the sound of the massive door behind her being pushed shut; the metal doorframe squeaked as the air pressure locked it into place once more. It was unnecessary to turn around and face the man but she did so anyways- taking note of his slender former standing in front of the door. He towered over her by a good foot or so but his rather firm, yet skinny body stature made him appear almost taller in a sense. The lack of a shirt and the slight flush in his skin hinted that he had just finished a shower not too long before she arrive; the lack of such attire brought attention to his slim chest and evident ribcage before it seemed to fill out around his abdomen. Shaped by finely trimmed abs and firm muscular tissues, his stomach formed out to the narrow drop of his waist; a black sash hung from his hips as though he had been in the process of re-dressing when she walked in- his white uniform pants hid his lower body from view but she could only make predictions that it was just as fitted as his upper body. She had witnessed him shirtless many times before- mostly when he was strapped down and put through far too many excruciating experiments; as interesting and intriguing as he was, she saw no use in absolutely pushing his body to the brink of failing only to save it last minute. It was like playing with a toy that had long since broken but had been put back together with tape and glue. There was a line to draw but... it was not her place to say where it should've been put down. It was... dangerous to speak out-worldly about her slight sympathy for the man, no matter what he was or what he had put her through before. That was the past. This was the present and it didn't seem ethical to spend every waking moment being cut open and pricked with needles. The last experiment that she had witnessed was someone surgically removing one of his eyes- why that kind of experiment was passed off as being necessary was unknown to her- as far as she knew and was concerned, every eyeball was the same down to the very cell; no matter who or what species it came from. From the looks of it though, it had been put back into place and was at least properly aligned this time. She couldn't count the times when someone in the Division made a mistake during one of these 'experiment's and nearly cost them his life; it was hard enough to face him during the usual nights but when he's too weak to speak because the last four hours were spend vomiting up blood and tissue pieces... that was where she wanted to draw the line.
He wasn't stupid. He could always properly diagnose what was wrong with him and that was what made it difficult to accept at times.
She sounded so human whenever he was the main topic; she couldn't care less about their other experimental figures but this one... he was different. Maybe during his entire 'Gabriel Effect' on her, something between them connected, maybe she felt like she was still physically connected to him. It was like false emotions and thoughts were planted into her mind, she just couldn't stand it when there was another raw scar that marked his body. She just... she couldn't explain her odd and strange attachment to him- it felt like there wasn't a proper way to word it.
"I'm surprised you showed up tonight."
It never failed, no matter how many experiments he went through... it never really seemed to phase him. She predicted it was either that he had merely separated his mental state from his physical body in order to sustain the damages done to him or, it was due to the massive amounts of drugs that were injected into his system on a daily basis. Either answers seemed suitable.
"Why would you think that?" she questioned lightly. "You were put under my watch; you're my responsibility."
Those amber eyes settled on her own for a moment or two before he slowly stepped away from the metal door behind him and walked in her direction. Every part of his slender yet muscular form seemed to flex and roll with the movements as she tried not to seem too intrigued by his approaching figure. He moved past her though- a small sign of relief for her- and carefully allowed himself to collapse somewhat gracefully on the bed that was to her back. "I overheard some of your peers saying how it was dangerous for you to be spending so much alone time with me; apparently I'm still enough of a threat to try and take advantage of you."
"They must be mistaken... I apologize for their reckless words." she started as she turned back to face him once more; taking note of how his slender form took up only one half of the bed. He had one arm lightly draped over his face while the other one was spread over the empty space next to him; fingertips slowly tracing back and forth across the white sheets. "And for their reckless actions."
A light chuckle seemed to lift from his lips as he dropped one arm to rest on yet another raw scar that traced over his abdomen. "After awhile, you get used to it; they all just kind of blur together into one memory."
It seemed like it was a hint at the waning difference between his sanity and insanity- something she wanted to take note of for now. Slowly, she stepped closer to the bedside; watching as the traced shapes from his fingertips seemed to be inviting her next to him. She always wanted to keep some distance between them but at this stage in their 'partnership'... it wouldn't hurt to close that space for just a few minutes or so. Each step seemed to melt into the next before she slowly invited herself onto the bed space next to; watching as he moved his arm to allow her the needed space. She just told herself it was for research material to get this close with little to no precautions against the future events to happen- those too would be used for further research into this matter.
"Are you in any pain?" she questioned as she settled herself somewhat on the quiet mattress; her legs were tucked beneath her while she leaned a majority of her weight against the headboard; her body slightly turned to keep a close eye on his own.
"I cut off contact to my pain receptors a long time ago." he replied.
She took note of how his eyes were closed now behind those white frames that seemed permanently attached to his body; the slight scuffs and small cracks were evidence that had been broken over and over time and time again. His light-pink strands partly fell into his face while other small locks were carefully spread out underneath him; his hair was slightly longer than when they first met, but she almost found herself partial to the longer strands. There was this irresistible urge to reach out and touch them but she tried to numb and kill it before it could control her. "I don't know why that sounded comforting."
"To be blunt, it's because I'm not your responsibility; it's merely a shadow job they gave you to keep you busy and acting like you're actually important to the team." he answered; fingertips reaching up briefly to readjust his glasses. "Because you can't handle everything that's been done or has to be done."
A comment stopped at the tip of her tongue as she thought his words over for a moment. In some sense... he was right. She really had no power in this matter; she was just being used as a pawn to keep him somewhat cemented into reality; she was a familiar face who posed no threat to him- a weak pawn he had used before- and someone who could be used as an object to deflect his unstable mentality. She was here to give him a reason to live in this godforsaken hellhole. There it was, that human emotion that seemed to creep into her chest and expand in her ribcage to slowly suffocate her beneath its reasonable logic. If she was here for a false facade then she was going to go through with it; but she wasn't going to follow their rules for it.
Fingertips lightly traced the curve of his brow as she slid them through his soft bangs and lightly tucked them behind one ear; the gentle touch continued on down the shape of his narrow jawline till she touched at the slender dip that lead down the ripple of his throat. The flat of her fingers touched at his skin that was still heated from his shower before; feeling the light tremors beneath it as she slid down to the deep dip of his collarbones. She was carefully to press her full palm against the flat of his sternum as she gingerly moved down across his chest; she could feel the rough touch of scar tissue as it felt like sandpaper against her skin. The fall of his ribcage followed next with the minor feel of his ribs against her fingertips only mildly suspicious before she dropped into the seemingly untouched portion of his abdomen. A massive collection of scars littered his soft sides and split across his abs, but somehow the muscular structure beneath was still intact; she could still follow the light flex of these muscles as fingertips traced the contours and grooves between each different ab. His body seemed like it was made to impress even in its hellish condition as such. But the mark and torture of scars only intrigued her and she found them somewhat attractive as she lifted her fingers down to the narrowing shape of his waist; she lightly teased the black sash on his hips and pulled it down just an inch or two to touch at the flesh that buried far more sensitive receptors and nerves.
The soft barely audible moan that vibrated in his throat caught her attention as the soft caresses seemed to finally be catching up to him. It was a strange reaction to hear and one she was not completely familiar with; it was a reaction she wanted to observe more into.
It was a horrible idea from the start but she found herself touching at the soft, inflamed skin on the curve of his throat; her lips carefully massaging the tissue while her tongue sought out to cure the heat of his flesh. Her fingers lightly tangled in his hair as she moved to carefully cradle the back of his skull in her palm. She felt another soft tremor beneath her lips before she worked herself up to the dip just beneath the curve of his jawline and then to the gentle skin just behind one ear. Fingertips pushed further downward before she felt his hand catch her around the wrist; his other hand was tender to lock at her jaw as he ceased her motions in both directions.
"Don't take this as a complaint but, what are you doing?" he questioned; opening those eyes as if in some form to interrogate her own.
She managed to pull her hand free from his light grip and repositioned it against one shoulder; carefully easing him back into the mattress beneath them and releasing her from his grip overall. "I said before I wanted to apologize."
"And you did."
"I don't think words are good enough." she spoke as she moved both hands to lock against his shoulders; her body slowly moving over his own as her knees fell into the empty space around his waist. She leaned down to allow her lips to touch at his own for a brief moment; catching the almost shuddered breath that was exhaled seconds later. "Let me apologize properly."
Those eyes looked up at her in some odd combination of confusion yet with the spark of anticipation and desire. "And they said I was the dangerous one."
"I hope you're up for this."
"Don't worry about me... to be honest, even in this state, I'm still far more experienced than you are."
It was a different rush at the first second of contact as she brought her lips to cover his own; his were unusually soft and warm to the touch as she found herself slowly wanting to observe and study them more. But an odd sensation in her chest that dropped into her gut seemed to push her forward in the motion. Several fingers went to cup along his jawline as she gently tilted his head back to make the soft penetration of her tongue a little smoother. Every motion was slow and deliberate as she traced a circular shape into his cheek with the flat of her thumb. His taste was masked somewhere underneath the different influences of medicines and chemicals but she found it and when she found it, it tasted just as bitter as she thought; just as she remembered. He seemed to give her a few seconds to make her move before he followed it up with his own. His fingers tangled in her black locks as he pulled her in closer; his tongue easily overshadowing her own as he locked her in a fluid dance between the two. She felt a soft moan creep up from her chest before she tilted his head back once more to fully expose the curve of his throat now; her tongue was busy searching out for his sweet spots while her fingertips lightly traced the curve. It vibrated under her fingers and was paired with a slightly louder groan as she managed to stroke the perfect area in his mouth. She felt one hand press against the curve of her back as fingertips urged her body to be closer to his own; it was a request she was all the more willing to fulfill. His hands moved to cup and squeeze her robust hips, which only seemed to stir her body into a small jump.
An odd twist of bodies and movements in the muscles found her body compressed into the mattress as his weight covered her. He pushed her head back and allowed for his own, far more skilled tongue to overcome her mouth; forcing her to surrender into him as the sudden change in position left her intrigued and fascinated by it. The switch between them had slightly pushed his hips between her legs; his hands did more to enforce this separation and she felt her kimono slide higher up her thighs as he seemed to encourage it to bundle around her waist instead. It could've been a mix of his tongue in her mouth and his hips pressing down against her pelvic region, but she felt a flush of heat suddenly engulf her body in a hot flash. An odd sensation seemed to begin to coil itself in the pit of her stomach- this too was probably nothing more than a reaction.
He peeled away from her lips and tongue as a moment of brief breathlessness waded between them; she took note of how his skin was flushed lightly with heat and she had no doubts that hers was just the same.
"Let me ask you a question."
She carefully pushed herself up on her forearms before lightly propping herself up on the pillow behind her. Those eyes of his looked like they were finally losing the fight against sanity and were willingly letting themselves slip away. "What is it?"
He sat back slightly to push some space between their once twisted bodies and took note of the way her black uniform came into great contrast to the white sheets beneath her; her pale skin seemed to blend in almost perfectly though. She was a sight for a dying man; her body seemed to curve perfectly into every shape and create the perfect form of envy. He had taken his slow time to carefully observe every detail of it from the graceful curve of her ankles to the rounded, slim tilt of her shoulders. "This body of yours... has anyone else touched it?"
She could practically feel those eyes as they scoped up and down her body; taking in every detail there was to give. She had never given herself much credit when it came to physical beauty, the imperfections outweighed all others- there were far better looking females in the city. "... No."
He took in her answer with caution. "How far are you willing to go with this... apology?"
"However far you want me to."
Her answer came at a quicker pace than he thought and he carefully studied her for even the slightest ounce of hesitation; ending the search when it came up empty. Fingertips toyed with the front tie of her obi sash before they carefully plucked it loose and watched as the entire article fell apart. Hands fitted themselves underneath the soft material of her kimono and peeled it away from the lightly flushed skin underneath. He could see her tense up slightly as he tugged the black fabric off her shoulders and down to pool in the curve of her arms. Aside from the thin, black material of her underwear and her red choker, there was nothing else to dress her body. There were smooth transitions from her flat sternum to her robust breasts and down the firm curve of her abdomen; her hips were lightly parted to show off her slim, yet muscular thighs that shaped down into her curvy legs and graced ankles.
It felt like his eyes were eating away at her uncovered form. A hot blush seemed to flush its way across her face as she felt his fingertips touch at the dip of her abdomen before he slowly moved down to trace the waistband of her underwear; the touch almost made her cringe about the same time it tickled her. She had never been uncomfortable with her body but with those eyes and hands... he was touching her like no other person had; he had this look like, all he wanted to do was make her his through whatever means necessary.
He leaned in towards her for a moment as his lips brushed against her own; the tip of his tongue touching her as he spoke. "I don't think it would be wise to give me power like that."
She felt a slight hitch in her throat as his fingers lightly hooked beneath the black waistband and slowly began to pull it. "I survived you once before..."
Fingertips abandoned the thin material as he moved in to trace shapes into the inside curve of her thigh; feeling her body shudder at the soft touch. "You prove a point."
His lips moved in against her own once more for a brief second of contact before he dropped them to press against the thundering pulse of her heartbeat that throbbed in her neck. He was only there temporarily while he used his hands to push her down fully into the mattress; his hands lightly locked her shoulders down as he leaned in to his next objective. A faint gasp escaped her at the wet contact of his tongue against one of her bare mammaries before he moved on to fully engulf it next. She moaned quietly as he seemed content with the soft suckling motion that slowly began to arouse the nipple he had taken. His tongue moved in to worsen the friction and sped up the process as all she could do was watch him. He slowly pulled back when the soft mammary had evolved into a hardened perk but leaned in to start at the second one. This time, the tip of his tongue lightly flicked at the nipple and teased the surrounding tissue before it disappeared between his lips. She felt his fingertips grasp at the recently released nipple and carefully rotated it between each finger; the motion alone was enough to make her moan once more and even slightly louder a second later when he carefully compressed the mammary between his fingertips. It felt like he was spending longer time on the second one but that just could've been the blood rush to her head that disrupted the timing around her.
His lips skimmed briefly over the downward curve of her ribcage and to the flat yet firm plain of her abdomen; the tip of his tongue traced shapes into the flesh and seemed to be following the involuntary twitch of her muscles at the light touches. Following them lower and lower till he reached the dip of her navel; a shudder breath seemed to bring the flesh to him as he bit into the soft tissue just enough to leave behind a mark before he moved lower.
She tried to retain some sort of control over herself but it felt like her body was moving far faster than she was; leaving her mind to lag in picking up on the more rational options. But she couldn't ignore the feeling of his heated lips pressed harshly against her skin; touching and feeling her in a different motive than she had ever been subjected to. This body that had been prepared for nothing more than manual labor and obedience and yet... he acted like none of that mattered; like the perfect flaws were invisible. She allowed for a soft moan to escape her as he seemed to tease her with that tongue against the lower curve of her stomach; tasting the flesh that just barely peaked over the receding waistband of her underwear. His fingers returned to tangle themselves in the black material as he slowly guided it down the smooth curves of her thighs. She shuddered at the motion and with the combined feeling of his lips moving back against her body; that tongue soon followed the throb of her heartbeat in her throat.
"You're nervous..."
There was a soft curl in his tone when he spoke; it was half soothing and half arousing on his tongue.
"It's the human side of me... I apologize."
He touched his lips against the corner of her own as his fingertips drifted back up along the inside of her thighs; leaving a pattern of heat in their wake. Almost with a careful touch, he brought his fingers to the meeting of flesh between her legs and trailed along the lightly slicked organs; she tried not to give into the physical jump as the touch caught her tense nerves off-guard. He used his own body to prop her legs open as he took easily to the vulnerable organs at his touch. Like before, he showed her little mercy when it came to pushing her to that brink of physical need.
Her body arched painfully as he took possession of her clit and seemed to interrogate it with his fingers; digging into every nerve that lined the fleshy tissue. She dipped her head back as a long, silent gasp escaped her lips followed by shorter struggles for air as he only seemed to tighten his grip to hear her once more; she only gave in when her body radiated with a sharp twist in her stomach. His expert fingers knew how to drive every rub and pinch to harden the organ and arch her hips in a way that seemed like she was fighting against him. Slowly, his grip loosened and gave her some relief as his fingers carefully slid away; allowing just one more stroke of a touch. He enjoyed the sweat-laced look on her body as she submitted herself so easily to him; giving him the opportunity to do as he wished with little to no consequences. Fingers teased the small mound of her nub and watched as just the hint of a touch seemed to drive her body against her. He wanted to see her pant and gasp like a madman; he wanted to see that kind of imagery with her beneath him.
She twisted fingertips into the bed sheets as the rush of heat and euphoria flooded her body; forcing every rational thinking process from her. All she wanted to focus on was those fingers running down the center of her folds; fingers slowly peeling away the heated, wet flesh to touch at the throbbing entrance underneath. His fingers seemed to prod lightly through her folds and push themselves inside of her. It was a mad rush of confliction as just two of his digits were enough to send sheer heat and pain through her body; her outer muscles suddenly violated from the outside force that pushed them apart. Her spine shook as he seemed to linger before he penetrated her fully just once; allowing for his fingers to press into her inner muscles and the narrow walls throbbed against his entrance.
"Ahh..." she found herself panting as she could him slowly pulling back only to return inside of her; it was a slow motion at first before he carefully worked it up to a steady rhythm. It burned between her hips with every penetration as the rough transitions after each one was slowly getting smoother and smoother. Every movement becoming slicker as her body reacted more and more with each violation; slicking her inner walls with a thick fluid that coated his fingers each time.
She was caught somewhere between minor discomfort and lust; exactly where he wanted her to be.
"Just a little longer." he whispered; feeling the way her body seemed to arch and twist with every slow thrust. He brought his fingertips to the forced split of her folds before using them to massage the outer rim of her entrance; coating the flesh in the clear fluid that rushed from her body. He pressed his lips against the thunder of her pulse that throbbed heavily in her neck and felt every shuddered gasp that left her. He cursed her body with his presence once more and listened as a deeper groan escaped from her lips as a third finger accompanied this time. "It's going to hurt now but it'd be worse later without this."
She was going to take his word for it as she readjusted her body to better accommodate the extra figure. The heat of him against her neck and inside of her seemed to drive her system to it's boiling point as every piece from before melted away. Slowly, she raised one hand and carefully locked it around the back of his neck; almost half expecting him to push it away. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the physical touch and brought his lips to her own this time. He drug her downward into one of those coma-inducing embraces as his tongue penetrated her lips and eagerly took control of her mouth; she was so used to playing as the submissive one but he made it worth it, he made it enjoyable almost. She was caught somewhere between the different experiences it felt like her mind simply erased all else and focused solely on the taste of his tongue against her own instead. Everything else seemed to be pushed off for her sub-conscious to deal with.
He removed himself from her lower body and put his focus on that one embrace; fingers slowly beginning to undress himself and rid his body of the conflicting clothing that seemed to burn against his skin. Her legs slowly bent and arched as he properly rid her of the black underwear that toppled off the bedside. Arms slipped beneath her body and pulled her up just enough to slip her out of the rest of her kimono before fingers drug that off the side of the bed as well. Peeling away from the mentally-seducing kiss, he watched as those stunned green eyes of hers looked up to him some form of anticipation and want; she seemed so eager to please... He dropped her back against the mattress and used his hands to separate her legs around his waist; filling the empty space with his hips as she carefully cradled his sides with her thighs.
His hands pressed down against her hips as he seemed to carefully put thought into his next move; she watched as he positioned himself to align their hips together in a manner that seemed to adjust well to his thoughts. There was no sense in trying to hide the slight hesitation she felt as her mind rushed into what the next few moments would be like. She had been through countless trials of pain and agony before- her pain tolerance was higher than any mortal man and yet... the thought of what he would do made her cringe just the slightest bit; he had changed her view on pain before, there was no reason why this shouldn't be any different from that. Her whole body felt rushed as he moved to penetrate her body first; the feel of her muscles being pushed apart was a mix of exhilaration and minor discomfort as he moved in only an inch at a time. He carefully withdrew only to repeat the motion seconds later; repeating the rhythm over and over till he slowly rocked himself between her muscles. The rough friction of his body against hers worked itself into the only working part of her mind and sought out only the nerves that would transmit the heated pleasure being generated. She found herself panting lightly as he continued to move back and forth to separate her folds that felt as though they gladly gave way to him.
He pulled loose once more and seemed to leave her in wanting anticipation before he penetrating her again; this time, he drove himself in deeper and into the tight rings of muscles that seemed to await him; he drove himself into and through the thin strip of flesh that had protected her body till now. She prevented herself from stiffening and instead tried to release the sudden fold of tension out in heavy gasps; the sudden tear of her body caught her off-guard but had not been as extensive as she previously made it out to be. Or at least it didn't feel as such right now. She felt one hand move to stroke her jaw and as he leaned in to just lightly skim her lips with his own.
"Shh...." he whispered; his tone almost comforting as he closed the space to indulge her into a soft embrace.
She felt herself wince slightly as he moved to take hold of the rest of her body; securing himself tightly inside of her as her muscle walls seemed to throb against him. It didn't take long for him to break her but the rush of sensations that followed afterwards seemed to last onward. Her legs twitched slightly as he slowly withdrew himself from her; it felt like a rush of warm liquid followed afterwards as her body shedded what was left of its former self. Her focus shifted between the mild throb inside of her and his heated tongue that slowly moved to encourage her reaction.
Every thrust that followed afterwards moved to rock back and forth through her body; he focused on the balancing edge of her entrance and stirred up the sensitive nerves that continued to send heated sensations to flood her receptors. The deeper he penetrated, the more her body seemed to ache and contort to him as he forced aside her muscular rings. His hips moved in rhythmic patterns to almost burn yet indulge the flesh between her thighs. Hands grasped tightly to her hips as he picked up on each thrust and buried himself inside of her again and again. A few times, he penetrated enough to touch the entrance of her cervix- a motion that had pained her at first but was gradually becoming more and more pleasurable the more he did it. His smooth transitions between each thrust eventually lead her to forget about the pain overall as she fell into the heat of the moment. Her hips shifted against him for a moment before she carefully locked her knees against his waist; encouraging and forcing him in deeper as her body felt as though it was begging for more. Her back arched as he touched the deepest part of her once more before he slowly withdrew to repeat the motion once more. Hands carefully tightened against his shoulders as she tried to somewhat control the flood of emotions that ravaged her insides and forced her lower stomach to twist against her.
She squeezed his waist tightly between her knees as she tried to time herself perfectly and lower the risk of hurting him in the move. Pulling him down against her in a tight-aired embrace, she used her hands and body to roll them across the bed as she pushed him down into mattress now. Her hands captured his shoulders and helped for her to find balance as she moved to her knees; her body arched over his own once more. Those eyes of his, always observant and curious, now looked up at her in a mix of questioning.
"This was my apology." she started as her hands moved to push the hair from his face before they moved to balance against his abdomen. Carefully readjusting herself to the new position, she gasped lightly as she moved herself down against his entire sex; it felt like it was an entirely new sensation as she guided him inside of her till he was fully sheath. Her knees bore down a bit harder into the mattress as his body seemed to shift and adjusted beneath her. "Let me finish it."
"You're not the person I originally thought you were." he panted; taking in the sight of her full form mounted on top of him. Fingertips traced back and forth across the curve of her thighs before they moved to settle on her wide hips.
"Is that a good thing or bad one?"
"I'll tell you before you leave."
There was no denying it. He had practically drove her breathless and insane with how he pleasured her body again and again but... she was almost having more pleasure just watching him now. His graceful, tortured body arched and trembled beneath her as fingertips dug into her hips again and again; those pale lips were left open with wordless gasps as his throat vibrated with a continuous cycle of moans. Her hands tended to his bruised flesh as she massaged her touch back and forth across his torso; leaning her body forward to change the direction of each downward thrust. He seemed to give her a more vocal reaction whenever she pushed him in one direction more than the others. She kept it in mind as she picked up a smooth rhythm above him; her hips rolling every time they came down on him as her body eagerly engulfed him. Fingertips curled against the curve of his ribcage as she forced him against her cervix once more; gasping as the heavy penetration left a heated signature in its wake. She felt his fingers tighten against her as his body seemed to twist almost; the muscles in his abdomen seemed to tighten as she pushed him to the very edge of his own control. The last few thrusts were brought down with deep penetrations before she listened as he gave in to the hard-driven rush of euphoria in his body. She had heard him scream before but nothing like this; nothing that seemed so lost and controlled by lust alone. A shuddered gasp left her as she felt his body release and send a rush of hot fluids through her; his body marking her once more. It was a little reckless but... in the heat of the moment and in the midst of this 'apology', she didn't even consider using protection between them; it felt like this needed to happen regardless, like it needed to be carried on like an experiment.
She watched and listened to him as his body slowly wheeled down from the sharp, heated release. His skin bore a light sheet of sweat now as droplets seemed to roll off every contour. His chest slowly moved down from the shallow, jumped gasps that cursed him moments ago and began to ease into longer, more controlled breathing methods. For once... he finally seemed relaxed.
"I never asked before..." she started; watching as he looked up at her at the words. "Do you accept my apology?"
It took a moment before a light chuckle seemed to escape him. "Do I have a choice?"
"It depends on what your answer is."
Hands moved to trace the light bumps of her pelvic bones as he rotated the area with the flats of his thumbs. Fingertips dropped to slowly trace the curve between her naval and lower stomach before he slid further down to the slip between the slit of her mound. He enjoyed the slight jump of her body when he carefully caught her still aroused and hardened clit against his fingers. The first few touches seemed to continue the drive of heat in the pit of her stomach as he worked to simulate the area directly; watching as her body seemed to arch outward at the sudden contact. The nerves beneath her skin flushed out a rush of euphoria as he carefully squeezed the tender organ till she gave in and let a shudder wreck down her spine. The arousal from before was still fresh in her body and all he had to do was knead the organ with a little bit of force and a few tugs before she released. He watched as her entire body seemed to react to the sudden climax as a short, half-gasp left her lips; it was a quiet reaction but he could feel her body tighten as a rush of warm fluids escaped from between her legs. Her body shook lightly afterwards as it took longer for her to overcome the first orgasm.
"I don't think either of us have much of a choice but to accept at this point." he remarked.
She panted lightly as it felt like every point of pressure inside of her had been released; leaving her body feeling almost numb at this point. "I..."
"Come here..." his hands reached for her before he slowly laid her down next to him.
She felt momentarily exhausted as she took a few short minutes to recollect herself. There was certainly a mess between and around them- one that should be cleaned up as soon as possible. But she couldn't find a motivation to move at the point; she found it almost... relaxing just to listen to him next to her; just to listen to his deep breathing and listen how he seemed to balance himself on the edge of consciousness or falling asleep. This human-like emotion... she pushed it too far this time but as of now, she held no regrets for it. She heard the mattress squeak slightly and watched as he carefully sat up next to her; the muscles in his back flexed as he gave into a short stretch.
"We should get you cleaned up." he spoke as he slid off the other side of the bed and got to his feet.
Carefully pushing herself to her forearms, she forced herself up even further and felt the first stings of pain make their way up from between her legs. She was going to be sore for the next few hours, she could already tell that much but hopefully the bleeding had ceased at this point. His fingertips touched at her flushed thigh lightly before he moved to slide his arms beneath her; lifting her smaller form against him.
"And I think there's a shower with both our names on it."
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