Take What You Take | By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The flat surface of his sword's hilt pressed itself between her legs; pushing itself against the warm folds that ached from the twist of tension in her abdomen. She hissed as she could feel it rock back and forth against her body as it worked its way between the tissue; her body shuddered as the widened hilt forced her folds apart and pressed itself inward. Her back arched as it seemed to hover at the entrance with the first ring of muscles. She could feel him readjust his grip as his fingers slid further down along the hilt and repositioned themselves accordingly. In a quick upward thrust, she felt her pelvic muscles clutch almost as he forced more than half of the hilt into her tight vaginal cavity; her lungs pressed a deep groan from her as the motion was more pleasurable than anything else. The rough material of the hilt rubbed harshly against her walls and every small motion was given smaller moans to follow and encourage them. Fingers curled into the wall behind her as her knees felt as though they buckled underneath the pressure that wrecked havoc inside of her; her entire body ran shivers with every thrust that penetrated her soft folds and violated her throbbing walls. He paused momentarily as one hand moved to grasp the underside of her left thigh before he lifted it and held it against his higher waist. She moaned as the position felt as though it stretched her and widened his range of motion. His hand resuming its earlier action of thrusting the bold hilt into her; with every penetration she found herself becoming more and more addicted to the tattered pattern that seemed to carve itself into her walls; she found herself almost enjoying it far more than her own fingers. "Brutally addicting, isn't it?" She wrenched open her eye at the deep voice; looking up into the false face above her. Black hair remained tussled and mangled from her fingers and hung down into his face; it did little to hide the black eyes and grin that chiseled out his broad expression. His broad form towered her by almost two feet, which always made their little 'encounters' so much more entertaining to do. His gloved hands had always found pleasure in her body and he never hesitated to remind her of that; he never hesitated to leave behind a mark to assure her of that. "Anything in your hands is always addicting." He loved the way she always seemed to purr through all her words, even with that little sharp tone of hers. Black pigtails dressed the wall behind her like twin waterfalls; her white uniform was barely hanging on to her slender form anymore. Her short skirt was the only thing that seemed to censor the hilt of his sword buried deep inside of her but did little to hide the clear fluid trails that leaked down her thighs; her matching stockings caught every curve of her short legs and wrinkled between his fingers as he tightened his grip on her thigh. The barely-there top of hers could hardly contain her breasts as they seemed just as eager to pop themselves from their bondage and be free. Listening to the way her lips hissed as he nearly buried the entire hilt inside of her, he pulled the weapon loose before he stabbing the blade into the wall space beside her. Hands grabbed at the loose material of her skirt and pushed to bundle it around her waist; fingers practically burying themselves into her raw entrance. He listened to the way she cried out as three fingers found themselves easily inside of her; the trio of digits pumping against her already tattered walls to listen to her give a louder reaction to the sensations. He lifted her leg even higher till it was almost parallel with her body as her knee nearly pressed back into her shoulder. Fingers spreading themselves inside of her as the position allowed for it; listening as she gave into another fruitful scream that satisfied his own needs. He felt the warm tightness of her inner muscles as they gave tiredly into his motivations; listening to the heavy pants that bounced in her chest as her head rolled to one side; pale lips parted easily with equally gasping breaths. Her folds allowed for her to pass easily between them as he allowed for a fourth digit to join in; listening as she released a moan that was just a tab bit louder than the rest. Despite her internal tightness, it was still fairly easy to move inside of her as he worked himself in and out of her until she seemed to be on the brink of breathlessness and to the brink of her edge that he worked so willingly to drag her over. Pressing into her once more, he lifted her hips slightly and heard the trigger of her release as she willingly vocalized it for anyone to hear. His body pressed into her own and buried her against the wall as he felt the way her hips seemed to vibrate as her inner walls flooded themselves with fluid. The overpowering sensations only seemed to last the longest with her as her muscles remained stiffened for a few moments afterwards before her body could release itself into a sense of weightlessness. "Is that all you got?" A brief chuckle escaped him at the remark as he watched her single eye spare him another one of her seducing glares. His hands pulled her forward just enough to strip her of the top half of her uniform before he dragged her skirt further down until it crumpled against the floor with her earlier discarded underwear. The white material no longer mattering as he pulled her nude form towards him. Leather hands scoped down the shape of her fairly muscle back before they slipped themselves against her bare backside; following the soft crevice until his hands firmly cupped both her cheeks. In a single swoop, he lifted her off the ground and brought her to his chest; feeling the way her legs moved to hug around his midsection the moment he started across the room. Her skin was flushed a deep red from the encounter and he could smell the scent of sweat only at this close proximity to her filthy body. Coming up to the well-sized bed on the other side of the room, he dropped her easily onto the squeaky mattress and watched as the way she landed left her legs knocked ajarred; revealing the flush of pink that had rushed into her lower regions moments before. Hands couldn't resist as they moved to grasp at her open legs and pull them up off the mattress a few inches; giving him the control to push them further apart and reveal more of her tender folds beneath. Her hips arched slightly and tugged at his grip before he watched the way she slowly descended her hands down to the same area. One hand moving ahead to push through the overlapping flesh as her fingers spread themselves evenly enough to open her lower half; her other fingers moved on top and descended between the small break between the middle of her first fingers; two digits moving at first as they pressed through her already partly swollen entrance- the rough hilt of his sword had left a few small cuts and bruises but that seemed to do little to phase her. Slowly, one by one she added in a third finger and then a fourth- this one coming from her previous, holding hand as two of those fingers penetrated herself. It was absolutely terrible to watch as she moved to self-please herself; rocking her fingers in and out of her already tired folds and yet enjoying it just the same as her hips attempted to move in rhythm with her own thrusts. She slowly withdrew for a quick moment before she hooked both hands to either sides of her folds and peeled them apart for him; showing him the tight collection of nerves that served as her entrance that just slightly tensed now and again. His hands moved to cover her own before he tucked his head into the center point of her legs; the tip of his tongue moving in to stroke the deep crevices between her organs, taking in the deep pockets where her fluids had been caught in. Fingers curled in against her warm flesh as he tucked his tongue in against the bruised entrance that had been ransacked by the hilt of his sword; feeling the way her tired muscles throbbed against him as he moved to fit himself inside of her. Her whole body was arching as he moistened her lower half with a mix of his own saliva; his tongue almost eager to taste at the droplets of her fluids that pushed from her propped folds. Slender legs moved to squeeze the outside of his shoulders as his upper body forced itself between them; leaving an almost aching feeling as her legs were pressed further apart. She pulled her hands free from underneath his and scraped them into his scalp as she moved to cup the back of his head; pressing him in against her until his tongue had fully penetrated her. "You must really want to miss that meeting..."
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