The Most Dangerous State

"Nice to meet you Kyouraku-Taichou." The new Vice Captain of the Eighth Division held out her hand to shake his. "I'm Ise Nanao."

"Ah, pleasure to meet you." He took her hand, bowed his head, and kissed the soft back of the young woman's hand. "Nanao-chan."

Their first meeting had been innocent enough for a book-toting secretary and a womanizing drunk. However, time changed them into a stubborn beauty and a lovesick cad. He would want her and she would refuse him and yet they'd somehow manage to conclude the day without incident. But that was about to change...

Kyouraku Shunsui was only mildly drunk, but the buzz was already distorting his senses and the in between zone of soberness and utter drunkenness was the most dangerous and unpredictable of the stages of drinking.

With his office sake stash depleted, he set out into the main lobby in hopes of finding his way to his favorite bar. He found his vice captain reading over some paper work, stopping to sign her signature every now and again.

Ise Nanao looked up when she saw him staggering towards her. "Kyouraku-Taichou?"

"Nanaooochaaan!" His face twisted into a goofy smile.

"Sir, are you alright?" She stood up, pressing a hand against his forehead. She sighed when she smelled his alcohol tainted breath. "Drinking again..."

"My Nanao-chan is so sweet." He giggled, pressing his forehead back against her skin. "She takes good care of her captain..."

Nanao swatted him away and returned to her desk to pick up the documents. "I'm going home sir. If you're leaving as well, hurry and do it so I can lock up."

The captain wondered why she was denying him. All words she had spoken to him sounded like the tinkling of wind chimes in a calm breeze. His Nanao was unspeakably beautiful this evening it seemed. Her ebony black hair had a silky shine to it against the last lit lantern in the office, her lavender eyes glistened behind her glasses, and her petite body moved gracefully and elegantly like the current of a river. He wanted her, and this time he'd have her.

He realized his body's desire as they stood outside the division's main door. Kyouraku watched Nanao lock the stable up for the night, slip the key into her pocket, and walk up two stairs before he ran after her and grabbed onto her wrist. "Nanao..."

"Sir?" She turned her head, only to be ambushed by his lips. The papers in her other hand fell to the floor.

Kyouraku took her into a rough embrace and pressed his mouth against hers, one hand squeezing her taut buttocks while the other rubbed her breast firmly. Her body had never been touched by another, which was obvious, and therefore all the more tempting.

"NO!" Nanao screamed when Kyouraku took a breath, pushing him away with all her strength. He let go and Nanao took the chance to run up the stairs, her hair coming free from the hair clip as she made her escape.

He chased after her, her frantic breathing driving him mad with passion. With a single shunpo he cornered her on the second floor of the dormitories.

"Kyouraku-Taichou!" She pleaded as she ran back the other way, only to trip over her own frantic feet in the process. She fell hard and cried out both in fear and pain, her glasses flying halfway down the hallway and landing with a sharp crack as the lenses broke. She began to crawl, but he had already caught her. He pulled her from the floor, tearing at her Shihakushou as he carried her up to his room. Nanao continued struggling and screaming, but it seemed to be no use.

He kicked open the door to his quarters and threw her down on his bed, promptly straddling her hips. "Nanao-chan..." His lustful voice let her know his intentions. She would be his partner whether she was willing or not.

"PLEASE STOP KYOURAKU-TAICHOU!" Tears were streaming down Nanao's face. She couldn't understand what had gotten into him. He was a pervert, but she was almost certain he'd never force himself on any woman.

He untied her sash and removed her kimono and hakama in two separate single motions. She lay beneath him in her bra and panties and stopped screaming. Poor Nanao had no strength left. She simply cried as his hands removed her undergarments as well.

"You're so beautiful Nanao-chan." He said huskily, leaning his head down and licking over her right teat. The nipple firmed against his tongue and he brought his lips down around the delicate flesh, sucking gently, his unshaven face scratching against her breasts.

Nanao moaned in discomfort, then gasped when he bit down. "Ky-Kyouraku-Taichou!"

"Nanao..." Shunsui breathed softly as he looked up at her face. "My Nanao..." His lips brushed against her neck, up to her cheek, and finally her own lips. He kissed her passionately, dropping his pants to free his loins then lifted her hips and grunted as he forced himself into her tight virgin core.

The vice captain opened her mouth in silent exclamation as he thrust into her body. She felt something snap within her cried as the pressure building in between her legs became almost unbearable. Nanao whimpered each time he rocked his hips inward, deeply grinding himself into her.

Kyouraku established a steady rhythm, taking pleasure in the light bouncing of her breasts and the sweat collecting like dew drops on her body. She panted in time with his thrusting, allowing his hand to slip onto the small of her back as her lower belly burned from the sheer friction of the "love making."

"Nanao-chan..." A low and long sensual groan escaped his mouth as his muscles spasmed. Nanao arched into him as he released within her, filling her with a warm liquid.

The Captain of the Eighth Division collapsed on top of his subordinate, who in turn fainted beneath both the shock of her first orgasm and the weight of the older man.