Okay, so a crack-a-licious pairing here. Inspired by RP shenanigans, once again (though, unfortunately, it didn't reach this...level.) I'd appreciate any reviews, since it's my first time writing as Daddy-Quincy (though the fic itself is in third person omniscient), and my first time actually finishing an M fic.
Title: An Understanding
Author: TheEnchantedDreamer
Word Count: 7,430
Pairing: Ryuken x Senna
She wasn't going to question how she got there, or what she was doing in this hospital with a strange man before her. Everything just seemed to work out that way. No longer having a home, the streets were no place for a young, vulnerable girl like her - or so he called her. Senna knew she could hold her own...she just knew it.
But if she knew so well, how did she end up at the hospital? It wasn't anything major, just...some scrapes from a small fight. Her human body wasn't able to handle the damage her soul could...something Senna would keep in mind from that day forward. The worst part was that besides her ribbon, and the clothes on her back, what she had was gone.
Still, how she got to the hospital was a mystery. She had no idea she was anywhere near the place, but, she was laying in a bed, the wound on her leg bandaged. It was then where she began to look over her doctor. His appearance was of a dignified man, and even though his hair was silver, he still looked relatively young...and attractive - though Senna wouldn't admit that last part to herself at that moment.
He wanted to release her, but after she admitted she had nowhere to go, he requested for her to stay in the hospital until she found an adequate home. She argued it was impossible, considering nobody knew who she was - she had nowhere to go. At this point, her one connection with Ichigo had been severed when she refused to stay with him any longer - tired of his fathers' behavior, and Ichigo's overprotectiveness. After conversing for a good period of time, and explaining this and the rest of her situation, Senna's eyes began to shed tears, the older man let out a sigh.
"If you must, you may return home with me."
He was ready to leave as it was, and he knew it was safer than her returning back to the streets. Helping the small girl off the bed, Ryuken Ishida knew that was his first mistake, but he wasn't aware of the danger.
As the two approached the Ishida estate, though it could hardly be called that ever since Uryu left, Senna's eyes gaped in awe. It was one of the larger houses she had seen in Karakura Town - it was admittedly impressive.
Perhaps it was a small gasp that emitted from her mouth which caused Ryuken to look down at her. He was surprised she was able to walk with her leg in its condition, but after speaking with her in the hospital, he could tell she had resolve.
It wasn't even two seconds that they entered the home when Senna had asked if she could use the bath.
"I-I haven't gotten to take a nice bath...in so long. Would it be alright, Ishida-sensei?" Looking up at the man, her amber eyes sparkled. He looked down at her in return, mentally noting to himself that yes, she did look quite nice, but being the man he was, Ryuken simply shrugged it off as to her beauty being from the light.
Solemnly nodding, he walked Senna through the house, he brought her to the only bathroom - located in the back.
"Here you are. You should find everything you need inside."
Before she could reply, he began walking away his eyes focused on his bedroom, located down the hall. Watching as he entered, Senna waited until the door was shut to enter the bathroom. Carefully undressing herself, she untied her hair as soon as her form was entirely exposed - with the exception of her bandage. Sitting down on the edge of the bath, she turned the water on before unwrapping the wound.
It wasn't as bad as she thought, or as bad as he thought. She could have returned to her life on the streets, but she had to admit, this was much nicer. The bathroom looked brand new, decorated in a white and deep blue color scheme. The blue almost matched the color of his eyes. Blushing as the thought crossed her mind, Senna stood up and placed a towel on the floor next to the tub before dipping herself into the warm water.
God did it feel amazing. Even as her wound was stung by the heat, it was a nice pain. There she sat in the tub, washing away the dirt of the day.
As for Ryuken, he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed. His cigarette was lit in one hand, and the other hand held his forehead. How could he be such a fool to allow a strange girl into his home...such a young one at that. Taking a drag from the butt, he let out another sigh. Now, he wasn't sure what he was going to do about her.
Finishing his cigarette, he extinguished it, leaving the filter in the ashtray on his end-table. Removing his doctors coat, he stood up, bringing it over to his closet, hanging up alongside the rest of his wardrobe. Most of it was similar in style, with few variations in color - most articles were in the white, blue, and green realm - no red or any other bright colors could be found in this man's closet.
Next he worked on his tie - the one he regularly wore, covered with Quincy crosses - releasing it from his neck, loosening the knot before untying the accessory.
Deciding her soak lasted long enough, Senna stood from the bath, wrapping her form in the towel. Her hair was now clean, as well as the rest of her body. Not only did she feel better physically, something about her state of mind felt more at peace too. Grabbing the towel, she wrapped it around her naked form, making sure it was secure before stepping from the tub and draining the water.
Looking down, not only did she notice that the white towel had blue crosses embroidered on it, but she noticed her leg...the skin was still raw, and she saw trickles of blood. Quickly running to the toilet, she grabbed some paper, wrapping some around her leg to stop the bleeding. Not wanting to dig through his personal belongings, Senna quickly made her way out of the bathroom, to the room where Ryuken entered prior to her bath.
The door was partially open to her surprise. She figured it was a mistake on his part, but she couldn't help but look in, as curious as she was. Yes, it was rude, and he would likely be upset if he found her like this, but...even with his cold demeanor, there was something which drew her to the doctor.
Gripping the towel to her bosom, Senna rested her free hand against the wall, as an eye peered into Ryuken's bedroom. Moving her eye around, she finally located the white-haired man by his closet. He was still fully clothed in his work clothes - sans his coat.
'Well that's strange...' Senna thought to herself. She would have assumed he would be in something more comfortable at this point. Then again, he did seem somewhat uptight. Closing her lips, she held back a giggle.
Watching more intently, studying the Quincy's every move, blushing as she watched him begin to unbutton his shirt. Blinking in awe, Senna was shocked as his body was revealed to be that of a man much younger than she anticipated the doctor was. Gasping, her blush intensified as he turned around, and made his way towards the door.
"How long were you planning on watching me for, Senna-chan?"
He looked down at the girl, smirking a bit as he noticed the Quincy-themed towel wrapped around her petite body. However, the smile disappeared as he looked down at her toilet-paper covered leg.
"I-I'm so sorry, Ishida-sensei! I noticed my leg bleedin and -"
"Quiet yourself, and enter."
Pulling the door fully open, he motioned for her to enter his chamber, and gestured towards the bed.
"Please sit."
Doing as she was told, Senna sat on the edge of Ryuken's bed, watching him as he walked back over to his closet. He pulled out a small basket full of medical supplies.
"I do hope you weren't thinking a doctor wouldn't be prepared. You never know when an injury may occur."
Yes, he was mostly in the profession for profit, but that didn't have anything to do with being good at what he did. Nor did it have anything to do with common sense.
"O-of course not! I was just going to ask where the bandages were in the washroom, but..." she sighed, not wanting to ramble and embarrass herself further. "Thank you."
Kneeling down, Ryuken carefully took the toilet paper off of the cut, and began re-bandaging it up with his supplies.
"You're a smart girl, Senna-chan. Not too many young people would think so fast...plus it was wise of you to clean it as you bathed..."
He continued as he finished up wrapping her leg. Senna averted his gaze the entire time, clinging to the bath towel while doing so. God was she embarrassed, even though he was saying positive things about her. She was still shocked he didn't say anything about her looking in at him through the door...
It was that moment that she felt her blush deepen realizing how this situation looked. She was only in a towel, and Ryuken, he was shirtless and kneeling before her.
"You can stand now, Senna-chan," he looked up at her, to see her looking away, while deep red. "Is something the matter?"
Then Ryuken realized exactly what Senna did, just how bad the situation would look to a bystander. Standing up, he all but pulled her up with him, gripping her shoulders with both of his hands.
"You comprehend the situation, I see...as I said, you're very smart, Senna-chan. I must be honest with you, as this predicament was not my intention when I agreed to allow you to stay in my home for the night. However, if word got out..."
Looking into her eyes, which were looking up at him, pleading in a sense, there was something about the beauty of them, as well as the innocence mixed with vulnerability which drew him closer to her. 'It wasn't just the light after all,' he mused to himself as he placed a light kiss on her forehead.
"I-if word got out...about what?"
Senna gripped her towel tighter, and her eyes blinked with confusion as she felt lips press against her forehead. Hearing a deep chuckle, she couldn't help but smile. He had a nice laugh - it was a shame it wasn't heard more often.
Even with her question, he refused to answer her. The age difference. His status. The fact that they didn't know each other. But, even as a man who could control himself, there was just something so dangerous about this, something which stirred the cold fire inside of him.
"Don't be a fool," Ryuken whispered against her forehead. "I'm well aware of how you were looking at me, and, while you're not of proper age, I can't deny the way you look has ignited something within me."
Lifting a hand carefully, he heard her gasp as he placed it beneath her chin to tilt her head up towards him. Before either of them knew it, his lips pressed against hers, as they stood by the foot of his bed. Once she was over the initial shock, Senna felt her hands both move to his chest, lightly massaging it, as the meeting of their lips continued.
The height difference made their actions difficult, and even though he wasn't exactly old, the consistent bending began to take a toll on Ryuken's back, something he would have to fix soon. The hand left on Senna's shoulder moved to her front, pulling her towel open. In mere seconds, it fell to the floor, leaving the young girl utterly exposed - sans the bandage on her leg.
Gasping in shock, she made the mistake of opening her mouth, allowing him the prime chance to slip his tongue inside. The gasp turned into a moan, as she moved her tongue against his, forgetting her nakedness, even as two hands found her ass. The action simply caused her to react by slipping her arms around his neck, as he moved his hands lower to her thighs, hoisting her up so she would be more on level with him.
As if on instinct, Senna wrapped her legs around Ryuken's torso, moaning as she felt herself make contact with his skin. He broke free from her mouth, one hand holding her lower back, the other hand her neck.
"You appear to be enjoying yourself." He spoke before placing kisses along her jawline, kissing a trail down her neck. "This position is much more comfortable if you ask me," he murmured into her neck, while pushing her further into him. Feeling her heat rub against his torso, Senna moaned again, this time much louder due to the freedom of her mouth.
Her young body was reacting in ways she had never felt before. Never had she thought of being this intimate with a man of his age, especially her doctor. Perhaps she wanted this, not only because of his looks, but because even though he wasn't outwardly kind, he somehow revealed a softer side to her - and she felt as though he saved her, from her own strong will.
"I-Ishida-sensei..." she breathed against his ear before latching her lips onto the lobe. She needed to keep them occupied, especially as he pushed her into him once again. At this rate, she felt as though she were going to explode.
Walking them over to the bed, Ryuken laid her down, laying on top of her. He heard her groan in frustration, and even felt her roll her hips, rubbing her clit against him yet again. Smirking, he detached his lips from her neck, and moved his head, forcing her lips, and now teeth, to remove themselves from his ear.
"Release me, if you will." Pulling back as far as he could, he saw the almost hurt look in her eyes as she nodded her head, and unwrapped her legs from his torso. He fully moved away from her, and, even though he was slightly ashamed while doing so, began looking Senna's body up and down. She certainly did not have a woman's body, but not that of a girl either. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't close her legs which caused Ryuken to turn slightly pink while looking at her.
The entire time Ryuken surveyed her shape, Senna locked her eyes on his, trying to read them. All in all, he never looked displeased, from what she could see from behind the glass.
"P-please come back. If you want to continue, I do too."
He wondered if she was a virgin. The thought of taking her virginity turned his stirring into a full ignition. Once a virginity was gone, it could not be taken back - taking a virginity is the ultimate mark upon a young girl.
For some reason, he was frozen, as he locked his eyes on hers. He grew ashamed of himself for even thinking of such a taboo subject.
"Are you...alright?" A small voice came from the bed as she sat up from her position, closing her legs in the process.
"I never asked you to sit up, Senna-chan," he snapped back at her, unfreezing himself in the process. Walking closer to her, Ryuken moved his hand, to the top of her head, before running his fingers through her violet hair. Stopping as he felt his legs brush against hers, she looked up at him yet again, a blush on her face.
"Could we please...continue?" Before he could even answer her, he felt fragile hands working at his belt buckle, pulling the leather as she unclasped it, swiftly moving onto the button of his pants.
"Anxious, I see, however, there are some things to do before I can allow you to finish." Moving his hands down to hers, he pulled them away from his waist, the angle of his glasses hiding his sapphire eyes from her. "Now, please, lay back down."
Doing as she was told, Senna took in a deep breath, releasing it as she moved back onto the grey sheets, moving her arms and hands above her head, knowing she would be scolded for trying to hide herself if she placed her extremities over her breasts.
Ryuken followed shortly after, running his right hand along her side as he positioned himself over the young girl.
"Now that's a good girl," he whispered into her ear before moving his head down to lock his lips on hers. While one hand rested over her arms, partially to bar her from touching him, and partially to hold his weight, he moved his free hand to cup her small breast, rubbing it as his mouth continued to dominate hers. Her moan caused her mouth to open, glad to feel his tongue slip inside once more, and quickly began to move her tongue against his, wanting more of him.
She shivered at the contact to her breast and did all she could to push herself into his hand even more. More was all she wanted, as she wrapped her legs around him once again, trying to both rub herself against him, and bring him even closer. As his nimble fingers moved to tease her nipple, another moan came from her mouth, grinding her hips at each slight pinch - every one followed by a light touch.
Letting her hands free, the Quincy removed himself from her mouth, as he shifted his weight to the other side. His mouth began to move down her chin, to her neck, finally stopping at her collarbone, as he put his new free hand on her other breast. Looking above his glasses, he saw the girl beneath him, her mouth half open, a flushed face with lidded eyes. She could barely stand what they were doing, yet she was so eager to continue. He couldn't help but smirk, as he began to give her other breast the same treatment as the first, nipping at her skin in between pinching her nipple. Using his other arm, Ryuken removed Senna's legs from her torso, moving off of her, laying on her side, still massaging her breast.
This new position made his next actions much easier to preform, as his mouth made it's way to her left breast, kissing around the shape before his lips latched on to her sufficiently teased, pert nipple. Unable to help herself, Senna cried out, and just now noticing her hands were free, she moved one to the back of Ryuken's head, in attempt to keep his lips on her. It was unnecessary, as his actions didn't indicate that they would cease anytime soon. Even though at first, his actions were simply light kisses as his other hand continued on her other breast, as he was pulled in closer, he substituted the kissing for laps of his tongue, and even small nips with his teeth.
"M-More...please, Ishida-sensei...more."
She was begging for it at this point, and while he mused how she almost sounded like a common whore, he still found it quite endearing, and not only that, but he found himself growing even more aroused by it.
Giving in to her, his free hand ran along her side, softly stroking it as he still worked on her breasts. The hand moved to her stomach, teasing it before moving it downwards. He smirked against her breast as he felt her skin and nothing else. Moving his hand lower, he used his forefingers to rub her slit, noting it was already wet. Softly biting down on her nipple, Ryuken slipped his fingers into her slit, rubbing up and down, adding extra pressure as his fingers felt her clit.
Deciding to give the other breast the same treatment, he moved his hand from it, lifting Senna's hand with it so he could adequately move his head to position it properly. The entire time, she moaned beneath him, wanting more, and even so, not sure what to do with herself. As she felt his lips latch on to her other nipple, Senna returned her hands to his waistline the best she could, wanting to rid him of his pants, and whatever undergarment was underneath. This time, he didn't stop her, instead, he removed his hand from her breast, and helped her, still lapping at her breast, and rubbing her slit in the process.
She likely would have been impressed by his ability to multitask had she not been the victim of these actions...god they all felt so good to her, her moans hadn't ceased since the first contact between them. He had to stop his actions momentarily to fully take off his pants and undergarments, tossing them to the side once they were off of his legs. Senna couldn't help herself from looking Ryuken up and down as he had done to her - her blush intensifying as her eyes landed on his member. He was proportionate to his size, and as she looked the best she could as he quickly resumed his position over her, she grew excited to soon be able to make contact with him.
As if on cue, two fingers slid into her, his thumb landing on her clit, stroking it as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Wanting to watch her face as he worked her, Ryuken lifted his head from her breast, and while stroking her cheek with his free hand, simply studied Senna as he worked her with his hand. Her lips were curved into a combination of a smile and an expression of awe, her cheeks flushed as all of her senses became mixed. Screaming out again, she came, gripping the grey sheets with her hands, as she rolled her hips, still wanting more of his touch, even as she hit her peak.
He could hear her breathing heavily as she came down from her high, and he continued to stroke her face as he removed his hand from her womanhood.
"You enjoyed that. I'm glad. You're a fun girl to play with, Senna-chan."
Turning so he was on his back, Ryuken continued speaking to her.
"I'm interested in seeing what your plans for me are."
Blushing profusely, Senna had no idea where she wanted to start. He made her feel so amazing, so womanly, and most of all, so alive. During the attention he was giving to her, Ryuken had made Senna forget about the problems she faced on a daily basis. Granted the feelings weren't of love, but the extraordinary feeling left her breathless, and more than willing to reciprocate.
Though, she wasn't exactly sure how. Sitting up slightly, Senna kissed Ryuken's cheek, before trailing her lips down along his jawline, moving down his neck slowly, finding his pressure point and locking her lips onto it, flicking her tongue over it, as she finished moving her body on top of his, kneeling with one leg on either side of his torso, hands on his chest.
Massaging his chest, lightly raking her nails over it, she unlatched herself from his neck, whispering up at him to the best of her abilities.
"Is this alright? I want to do this right, Ishida-sensei."
She didn't want to entirely ruin the moment by admitting she had never been put in this position before..never had the opportunity to please a man. Blushing as his hands moved to cup her ass, he whispered back to her.
"Don't question yourself, it makes you look weak...and unintelligent. If you must know, you're doing fine."
Just as she wouldn't admit her inexperience, he refused to admit he wasn't the type to make noise in bed, with the exception of certain situations - this light petting not being one of them.
Nodding, she kissed his earlobe again, before lightly kissing her way to his lips. Keeping them separated by mere centimeters, she replied.
"I won't do it again, I promise."
Slowly, she closed the gap between them, doing her best to convince him to let her control their kiss. One of her hands moved to his cheek, as she opened her mouth, slipping her tongue out, running it along his bottom lip. She was begging him to allow her to enter his mouth. Senna could feel Ryuken smirk slightly into their liplock, and tighten his grip on her butt, massaging it as he parted his lips to allow her tongue to enter.
Never did he think he'd be allowing her that privilege, but she had earned it, responding so sweetly to his actions.
On pure instinct, she grinded into him again, her tongue slowly running along the roof of his mouth, as he massaged it with his own. Straightening her body out, she pushed her chest into his, and was able to feel the tip of his shaft rub against her. Her leg hurt like Hell, but at the current moment, she didn't care.
Regrettably breaking contact from his lips, licking her own as she pulled away and watching him do the same, Senna smiled down at the man who had made her his conquest.
"Is there anything...else...for me to do before we-"
"I think I like you better when your lips are busy."
With that, one of Ryuken's arms moved to wrap around her her back, as the other he used to push them into more of a sitting position, where she was sitting on his lap, facing him. Her hand was still on his cheek, so she decided to take advantage of that and bring his lips to hers once again. As much as he would deny it if ever asked, and refused to vocalize it to her, he /needed/ to take her...now. Even though she was on top, she emitted this vulnerability that he had never seen before, making Senna even more of a dangerous girl.
The first noise came from him as she wrapped her dainty hand around his length, feeling the hardness that she wanted inside of her. The groan from the older man was really a sound, and Senna wanted to hear more of it - it somehow managed to humanize him. Her thumb began to circle around the tip, spreading his precum everywhere her finger let her.
Surprisingly, she was the one to break this kiss, but he was the one to speak.
"I can't deny that I enjoy this feeling, but if you're so anxious, perhaps you should allow me to enter you."
"L-like this?"
Senna was referring more to their position than how she was positioning him at her entrance, but once he felt the tip of his shaft enter her, he moved her hand with one of his - placing it on his shoulder, and pulled her down with the other, filling her to the hilt. Her nails dug into his shoulder as he penetrated her.
"Just like that..." Ryuken groaned as he felt her tight pussy around him, not even feeling if he broke through anything. "If you're able to, I suggest you begin -"
"F-fucking you? Or letting you fuck me? Either way...That's the plan."
His eyes widened at her vulgar words, as he was merely going to suggest she rock her hips...though her language definitely was a turn-on at the moment - any other time, he would have scolded her. Even now...
"That's not a very ladylike thing to say, Senna-chan. However, considering that yes, it is the plan, I don't think I'm at liberty to punish you for it," he spoke in between placing kisses on her neck, his hand, the one not holding her back, finding its way to her torso, and he began massaging one of her breasts.
These actions, if nothing else, caused her to roll her hips, her nails digging into him harder and harder - releasing only when she moved her body back, and brought herself down on him as hard as she could, causing her nails to dig again.
Looking up at her, over the rim of his glasses, he spoke.
"If you'll cease your actions, I'd like to find a more comfortable position."
Doing as she was told, Senna stopped moving on top of Ryuken, with the exception of a few squirms here and there as he still palmed at her breast. She was surprised how he didn't suddenly move, but that was fine with her. As odd as it was, she didn't mind if this would drag on all night - or even into the morning. There was no way she could deny how good it felt to have his length inside of her.
Once he stopped moving his hand on her breast, he removed his arms from her body, and used them to balance himself as he laid down on the bed. His head hit a pillow, and as soon as that happened, he grabbed her hips with one hand, and used the other to adjust himself so he felt comfortable, and relaxed - though his gaze fixed upon her the entire time.
"I-is something wrong?"
With a huff of air, the elder man couldn't help but smirk. She was so unsure of herself in this situation - such a change from the girl he met at the hospital, or even the girl who ogled him outside of his door.
"Absolutely nothing. I'm merely taking in your appearance. Now-"
"You're not going to take your glasses off?"
Admittedly, the question caught Ryuken by surprise. Granted he wasn't the most experienced man when it came to number of women he was with, but never before was he asked about his glasses in an intimate setting. Even he, the doctor, had to take a moment to collect his thoughts before answering the young girl.
"My glasses? Now...why would I do that, Senna-chan? You must know very well I am unable to see without them, and there's no reason why I wouldn't want to see during this escapade. To be honest with you, watching your actions has been quite an enticing part of this evening. Essentially - if we are going to do this, I am going to watch you."
He watched as her face turned from a blush of arousal to a deep red. Red did suit her well, but she had no reason to be embarrassed by his words.
"Watch me? Y-You mean...we're going to...do it like this?"
Is that what her mind was focused on?
"Oh, so you don't mind that I'll be watching you?"
"I-I'm not sure! I never even thought about doing...it...like...this...before. I always thought that the girl is -"
"Now isn't the proper time for me to say this, but you thought wrong. Children are foolish, and aren't aware of the many different ways a couple are able to physically become intimate."
'Couple' - that word was likely a slip of the tongue, a mistake, but luckily for Ryuken, that wasn't what Senna was dwelling on.
"Okay...if you want to watch me, then, I want you to," she said while her hands moved down to his chest, to balance herself as she adjusted her legs to be on her knees. Rising on his length while doing so, she felt him enter her again as she lowered herself, a moan coming from her mouth as she did so. She tried to be intense as he was, and lock his gaze, but as his manhood entered her, Senna couldn't help but close her eyes, as her lips curled upwards.
"If you are comfortable, I suggest we begin."
Moving his own hips upward, Ryuken made sure both of his hands held her hips firmly, to guide her as she lifted them from his own. The way she looked as she rose above him was really something - her small, yet present breasts moving along with her body. Not one inch of the young girl was left unscanned by the sapphire eyes as she moved on top of him.
He smirked when he dug his fingers into her as she slammed down on top of him - only to match the way she dug her nails into his chest as he penetrated her over and over. He found it overly amusing when she tried to change the way she moved on him, so she could not only move up and down on his length, but rub her clit against him.
She loved hearing him groan when she let him inside of her completely - and even more when he groaned louder when she kept him inside of her and just simply rocked her hips. Senna was glad his hands were only on her hips as a guide, and weren't controlling her every move. If they were...she didn't know what she would do. Somehow, she managed to find something that worked for her - leaning forward as she bounced up and down on top of the Quincy so that she could rub against him as she rode him.
They both felt so dirty at this moment, but neither of them cared. Of course, the dirt was due to different reasoning. For him - it only added to the lust, and for her - well, she no longer felt like the girl she was prior. She wondered what he thought as he eyed her. She wasn't able to eye him back, the feeling of his cock inside of her felt so good, it was like her eyes were permanently shut, and besides her wonder, she simply tried to concentrate on reaching her peak, as well as allowing him to reach one.
He wondered how close she was, noting that her actions had grown faster in the last few moments. Eventually his gaze went from her clenched eyes and open mouth to her moving breasts, all the way down to watch himself move in and out of her. As shameful as it may have been, Ryuken enjoyed watching himself enter the small girl, and hear her sounds of pleasure as she rode him.
Noting her moans were growing louder, he figured she was almost there. He was too, but he didn't want to come in this position; so he tightened his grip on her hips, ceasing her movement long enough for him to move a hand to her back and force her down to his chest so he could roll them over so he was on top.
This new angle of penetration did wonders for both of them, and they both knew it would be any moment before they would come. Senna quickly wrapped her legs around Ryuken as he began to pound in and out of her, using slow but strong thrusts before quickening his pace. Senna's eyes were still closed, but her mouth spoke for itself - moaning 'ahhhs', 'mmm-more...', and the occasional 'ohhh...I-Ishida-sen-sensei' simply making him increase his movements, wanting this girl to come beneath him /now/. She would come before him...he refused to let her feel unsatisfied in the least.
"T-Touch me...p-please...touch me..."
He was curious what she was begging for, but as her eyes opened (albeit lidded), and she pushed her breasts against him, he realized exactly what she wanted.
Using a forearm to rest on the bed, and slightly lift his body, Ryuken moved his other hand to Senna's breast, quickly massaging it, before taking the pert nipple between his fingers, teasing it as he continued to thrust in and out of her.
It was almost like that was the last piece to the puzzle, as with the first pinch, he heard a loud scream beneath him, and felt her body shake with pleasure as she came.
"I do hope you don't mind, as I'm still slightly off..."
With that, he began to pound into her harder and faster than before, causing her to moan again. Ryuken leaned down, while still massaging Senna's breast, to whisper to her.
"I'm not against you coming one more time, of course."
She felt herself shiver as the words were whispered into her ear, and as best as she could, she moved her breast into his grip, otherwise trying to lay still, and let the experienced man above her take control of her petite, inexperienced, body.
Simply nodding, Senna placed her right hand on Ryuken's cheek, bringing him down to her as he continued fucking her with everything he had. She brought their lips together as their bodies moved, and she felt a tear run down her cheek. Perhaps it was because of the pleasure and how she could barely take it, considering she was riding an orgasm as it was, or maybe it was just because this was as connected with another person as she had felt ever since she could remember.
With their lips still locked, she came - it didn't take too long. As his cock moved in and out of her in a rhythm that she couldn't fathom, she felt her pussy tighten around him, and this time, she felt him twitch inside of her. Ceasing his movements, Ryuken knew he had hit his peak, and he was emptying himself inside of her. The thought of it brought a smirk upon his face as he broke the kiss, and looked over his glasses at the violet-haired girl.
"That was quite the adventure, Senna-chan," he began as he moved his hand off of her breast. They were sticking together due to the sweat that developed between them, a slick covering of their bodies. After his hand was removed from her breast, he felt her legs slowly unwrap themselves from his body, and once he was free, he promptly rolled off of her, laying on his back directly next to his conquered conquest.
She felt cold once his body left hers, and especially as she felt his manhood leave her, but regardless, Senna heard herself sigh happily, even more satisfied than she imagined with this experience. Not noticing his eyes glancing over at her, she moved her hand down between her legs, and with her finger, gathered remnants of their combined juices, and brought them to her mouth, tentatively lapping at her finger with her tongue, before sticking the finger in her mouth, sucking on it, as she enjoyed their taste.
"Actions like that make me want to take you again, Senna-chan," she heard him say from next to her. Not expecting to hear his voice so soon, she felt herself jump, even as she still caught her breath. Both of them were breathing heavily, but her noise was much more noticeable.
"Again? I'm sorry, Ishida-sensei but...that's...as much as I can ... do right now." Yes, she was ashamed at herself for saying that, but once his hand stroked the top of her head, she felt fine.
"Perhaps at a later time. But for now, there's no such thing as a good fuck without one of these afterwards," with his free hand, he reached to his night-stand to grab his pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, and placing it in his mouth, he lit it, placing the pack back down before inhaling and removing the stick from his mouth. "It's not every day I get this wonderful excuse to have one."
Generally the Quincy smoked out of stress and addiction, but a great session of sex called for a relaxing cigarette to wind down. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Senna as he took another drag off of the butt, and offered it to her once he finished.
She looked curious, and she was. She knew of cigarettes, but never tried one. Taking the stick of nicotine from Ryuken, she held it in a dainty manner between her index and middle fingers before bringing it to her lips. As strange as it was, she could taste him on it, and it calmed her. She inhaled before removing the cigarette from her lips, handing it back to Ryuken in the same manner. As she exhaled, she coughed a bit, but all in all, managed to execute the art of smoking properly.
He was admittedly impressed with her, as he took the cigarette back into his mouth, taking another drag off of it.
"See what I mean?"
Casually, his left arm wrapped itself around her shoulders as his right hand held the cigarette. She could feel her face heat up again as his hand began to lightly massage her shoulder. It was strange - somehow his glance had never left her since they began their night together. Something about this girl managed to entrance him, as strange as it was to him.
"I suppose so..."
"You don't need to say that simply to impress me, Senna-chan. I am fully aware that it's a bad habit but...as I think we've learned, not everything that's considered sin is that way."
"I-Ishida-sensei?"
Looking over to him, she blinked her amber eyes, catching his sapphire ones in the process.
"Let's just leave it at that," he said while taking one more drag from his cigarette before putting it out. "You're a special girl, and it would be a shame to see you out on the streets again. Perhaps we'll be able to work something out."
Was he suggesting living in sin? Yes he was, but if the sin felt this right, how could it be a sin? No, he wasn't in love with the girl - he wasn't that naive. However, even the cold Ishida Ryuken was able to admit to himself when he found himself drawn to a person, and even more so, he was able to admit when he had a great fuck.
She wanted to kiss him, but she wasn't in the position to do it. Senna knew she wasn't in love with this man either - she barely knew him. But he made her feel comfortable, and gave her a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time - security. Plus, her head was still spinning from what had happened just moment prior, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again if asked.
"I think I'd really like that, Ishida-sensei...but for now...I just want to say that I'm so happy that you let me stay here," her voice began in a volume just above a whisper, gradually rising to a normal tone. "And that we did that. I'd gladly do anything you asked of me - especially if you let me stay in your wonderful home - with you...your wonderful self."
Turning onto her side, she wrapped her left hand around his torso, before resting her head on his chest, her strands fanning out around her. Before she was able to move them herself, she felt a hand tucking her hair behind her ear, lightly stroking her cheek afterwards, as she let out a yawn.
"Let us speak in the morning, it's late, and I can tell you're ready to sleep. Sleep well, my dear," Ryuken wished to her, moving his head down to place a kiss on top of her head, as she smiled while adjusting her body into his. He looked down at the young girl wrapped around him, already feeling the guilt of taking her in the way he did, but the feelings were countered by the pride he felt in that she was now his - and as bad as it may have sounded in his head, she was his to do with as he pleased.
Once he was sure of Senna's sleeping state, Ryuken removed his glasses, placing them on his end table next to his pack of cigarettes. Turning the light out, he then wrapped his arms around the small frame clinging to him, as he stared at the ceiling.
He wasn't sure what was worse - straight sin, or conflicted feelings - but what was really horrible, was that he was facing both, and refused to give up either.
"Until the daylight...," he said while stroking her hair. She looked like an angel, but she fit too perfectly for coincidence in the arms of a sinner.