Discalimer: Bleach is not mine.
Notes: There arent enough Hinamori and Aizen stories...Read and review, most importantly enjoy. Ive been told I right lemons in a tasteful manner. Im not sure if I want to leave this at a one shot, or maybe continue one with a few more Hinamori and Aizen escapades. Enjoy!
-Scarlette
Hinamori Momo paced her room for a moment. She paced it once more. Then paced the room for several more minutes. She tried to keep her breathing normal, at a steady, calm pace, but her anxiety conquered over her. Several days ago, she had opened her eyes from her coma. Hovering above life and death, Hinamori woke with a start. She found that nobody was in her room, and she was chained to life support. What happened? She questioned herself. Straining to remember, the memories of the pervious events slowly came to mind. Hinamori wished she had tried not to remember. Her heart broke the instant the first memory surfaced to her mind. Captain Aizen had been killed, put on display in the court for everybody to see. At that time, Hinamori wondered how she was to go on? That this had to be the most heart breaking moment in her life. Continuing to remember, she encountered an event that would worsen the injuries in her heart. Her beloved Captain Aizen was truly alive. She had entered Control Room 46, to be greeted by a massacre, but then graced by the presence of her captain. Spirits lifted, she put herself into his embrace. All seemed to be right with the world, everything had corrected itself, and life could go on, as long as Hinamori could stand next to her captain. He stabbed her. Intentions to kill. In her bed Hinamori began to cry. Why did she wake up from her slumber? She at least slept quietly, peacefully, dreaming. The tears pierced her eyes like dagger, hot and dripping, her heart ached. "Why?" was the only thing she could say.
"Why?" was the only word she could say still. Her breathing was still heavy, and she continued to pace her room over and over again. Several days had gone by, but she refused to leave her sanctuary of her recovery room. Hinamori was told of the situation in Soul Society, as much as she protested, and learned that Rukia was saved, the substitute Death God ryoka and his friend back to their own world. She really could have cared less about all that, she only wanted to know, but not know, what happened to her beloved Captain. Refusing to eat, unless practically forced, Hinamori lost a great amount of weight within the few days she had been awake. She was gaunt and pale; all life seemed to have been sucked out of her. The betrayal of Captain Aizen, Vice Captain Ichimaru, and Captain Tousen was taking a great deal on Soul Society, especially the 13 Squads. But Hinamori seemed to have suffered the most. She caught the occasional glances from other Death God, looking at her with pity. She had been betrayed by her captain, deceived and manipulated, and further more was nearly killed. Of all the victims it was Hinamori that was injured the worst, physically and emotionally. Deep down, Hinamori knew the truth, but denied it...She knew she was hurt and betrayed, lied to and manipulated, but she simply didn't want to face that truth.
Others had tried to convince her to accept this, namely Whitey-chan. Captain Hitsugaya Toushirou had raced to her room, the very hour he was informed Hinamori had awaken. He sat next to her as she cried, knowing what her tears were for. Hitsugaya was kind enough not to bring Aizen into their conversations for the first few days, but seeing Hinamori was days in a row, her had lost his patience and compassion. "Momo, he's a bastard! A traitor! Even worse he hurt YOU, he tried to kill you? How can you continue to cry for him?" Toushirou yelled. Hinamori only wept quietly. She was unsure herself why she really was crying. Was she crying because she was betrayed by her captain, or that her captain was a traitor? Or was she crying because her captain had left her? "You can't be loyal to a man like that Momo," Toushirou softened his tone, knowing full well that his anger was not to be taken out on Hinamori. "He isn't loyal to anyone but himself. He takes the virtuous strengths in others and manipulates them for his own good." Hinamori continued to cry. She knew what Toushirou was true, but still, not even he could convince her to believe it and accept it. Toushirou shook his head in frustration, and dropped the subject. This was an obstacle that Hinamori had to over come herself.
The pacing Hinamori did, stopped abruptly. She looked at the window and out to the Soul Society. She knew that Death Gods were out, continuing with their missions, continuing with life, recovering from the blow that had been dealt to them. Hinamori wondered how long it would be till she was able to recover from the wounds Aizen had done to her. "Will I ever recover from this?" She asked herself. A hand touched her stomach. A scar had formed in place of the silky skin, and her vital signs were normal and healthy. Physically speaking Hinamori Momo was fully recovered, able to go on with life and live. But...her hand traveled from her stomach to where her heart would be. She was still in pain, in agony, from the sufferings of the heart. Emotionally, Hinamori was scared for life, and if she would ever bounce back from such an injury was still in question. There were many things that she didn't understand, even more things that she didn't want to understand. Why did Aizen have to go to such great lengths to betray everybody? Why did her beloved captain go to further lengths to HURT her? If Captain Aizen would only let her try to understand him better. "Captain Aizen," she sobbed. Finding her way to her bed, Hinamori collapsed onto her stomach and buried her face into her pillow. "Captain." she cried harder. Captain Aizen. Captain Sousuke Aizen. Did she really know who he was? Would she ever be able to understand him, even given the chance? Hinamori let the tears flow freely from her eyes, dampening her pillow. The captain she new, she adored, above all loved, had betrayed her. Hurt her, nearly killed her. The captain Hinamori knew would never do that to her, instead he would have healed her till she stopped crying, not stab her viciously in her gut. But, did the captain her admired so fiercely even exist? According to everyone who paid her visits, he was a traitor and only put up a front in order to gain the upper hand, Hinamori was not excluded from this. He had devious intentions the entire time she knew him, the entire time she was with him. That was the true Captain Aizen, it was finally revealed. Hinamori still didn't want to believe this. The tears came freely now, running down her cheeks quickly, the pillow's wet spot becoming larger by the minute. "Captain."
It had been several hours since Hinamori had fallen asleep, the crying that she did so freely had tired her body and mind tremendously. Waking and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Hinamori found that her eyes hurt, and that the sun had set. Deep velvet blue enveloped the sky, the moon shining brightly and the star san their silent lullaby. Hinamori stretched for a moment, sitting up in bed. It had been days since she left her room, her safe haven. She wanted to not only grieve her loss, but avoid the prying and analyzing eyes. Eventually, she did have to face the entire Soul Society, but now was not the time. Still, anxiousness filled her body. There was something she had to do, what to do, she was unsure. The entire Society would be asleep at this point, many squads would be tucked away into their barracks and due to Hinamori's circumstances, most of her squad had been moved from her floor of the barracks to ensure her a quiet, relaxing atmosphere, ideal for the healing process. Standing from her bed, Hinamori glided over to the door, slid it open and poked her head outside. A cool night breeze greeted her. Her cheeks, warm and rosy, cooled from the breeze, her long bangs catching in the wind for a moment. She stepped outside, unsure, but anxiously. Nobody would see her right now, nobody would even expect her to leave her room and venture her floor of the barracks. She slid her door room closed, and quietly stalked down the corridor. Hinamori's eyes darted back and forth, watching for others, but found that everyone had been tucked away in bed or were in other parts of the neighborhood. Turning the corner, Hinamori found a familiar sight to her eyes. Captain Aizen's room. His chambers were on the same floor as hers, only around the corner. The Captain, their Vice Captain, second and third officer usually had rooms on the same floor, keep Hinamori close to Aizen at all times. She found that her pace had quickened towards Captain Aizen's room, there she stood for what seemed like countless minutes, staring at the door, lost in memories, half expecting Aizen to step out from the door, smiling and welcoming her in. Just like that night...the final night that the Captain Aizen she knew and loved so dearly, welcomed her in, and wrote his death letter to her. It was all a lie. He lied to her.
Violently opening the door, Hinamori took angry steps into the room and slammed the door shut behind her. The room's darkness covered her. Knowing the room well, Hinamori remembered where the desk was and it's light. She turned on the lamp, the oil burning instantly, glowing the room in a warm yellow color. Captain Aizen's room had hardly changed from when she was last in it. Humbly decorated, Captain Aizen's chambers was small but had a homely charm to it. With sad eyes Hinamori let her fingers glide over the top of the wooden desk, lost once again in her memories. The day she was appointed to Squad Five was the second happiest day of her life. The day she was appointed Captain Aizen's vice, was her first. Letting her fingers fall from the edge of the desk, Hinamori wandered to the closet, opening it slowly. A second pair of captain robes hung there, untouched and preserved. Reaching out slowly for them, Hinamori took them into her arms. She hugged the robes tightly and fell to her knees, silent tears flowing from her eyes once more. Hugging them tightly, bringing them closely to her body, Hinamori could slightly distinguish the smell of her Captain. It was sweet to the memory, bitter to the heart. A sob escaped from her lips. "Captain," she cried quietly.
"What is it?" a voice replied from the other side of the door. Hinamori stopped her crying in an instant. Somebody was there, and she didn't know who. She backed to the corner, her eyes wide with surprise as she hugged the robes closer to her. The distinct shadow outside the door was moving, soon after the door began to slide open.
"W-who?" Hinamori managed to squeak. The door slid open, and stepped into the room, the door closing once again. Hinamori, once again couldn't believe her eyes. Her heart pounded, beating rapidly in her chest, as if it were to burst at any moment. This couldn't be happening, she told herself, this isn't real. "You're looking at me as if I'm a ghost, Hinamori-kun."
Hinamori shook her head, scared and confused. How could this be happening? Why now? "C-c-captain...Aizen?" The question came slowly from her lips, her voice was searching, yearning, but very scared. Why was he here now? She was told he had escaped, never to return to Soul Society ever again. Then why? Then why did the captain that betrayed her, that she loved, stood right here in front of her?
"Yes, it is me." He replied coolly. Hinamori looked at him with huge eyes, filled with tears, red from crying. She studied him for a moment. His hair had changed, instead of falling freely around his face in a scholar, kindly manner; it had been pushed back in a cool, menacing way. His brown hued eyes no long were adorned with glasses; they had been removed, making his gaze more straight forward and clear. This wasn't the Captain she knew, or was it? It was the Captain she wanted to understand, but was afraid to better know. Former Captain Aizen smiled at her in a sadistic way. He let his eyes analyze her openly, letting Hinamori know that she was being watched. He could tell that she was scared but deep down truly happy to see him again. Poor girl, he thought to himself, too loyal for her own good. He could tell that she had lost even more weight from when he last saw her, and that her face had grown pale, her usual rosy cheeks and pink lips weren't as predominant as they usually were. He took a single stride to Hinamori, standing in front of her. "I'm glad to see that you're doing well, Hinamori-kun. Do understand, I did intend to kill you, but it does make me happy to an extent to see that you're alive and well." he paused for a moment, studying her once more. "I do have to say though, that you seem very gaunt." He kneeled down in front of her, letting his eyes meet hers. "Have you thought of me any?"
Hinamori could no longer control her tears. Pouring freely from her innocent eyes the tears came flooding. What was she suppose to do now? Captain Aizen was right here, admitting that he did try to kill her, but yet he was happy to see her? How was she supposed to respond to this? "Yes," was all she could muster at first. "Yes, I've thought of you. I've thought of you often. Probably too often, Captain." She hugged the robes closer to her, if at all possible.
The smile on Aizen's face widened just a little. That's what he wanted to hear, that even after being betrayed that his loyal pet still thought of him. "In a loving matter?" he inquired.
Hinamori couldn't respond for a few minutes. In a loving matter? Sometimes. Sometimes she hated him. "I don't know," she choked on her tears. Silence hung between them for several minutes, Hinamori crying freely in front of the man she loved so much. "Why...Why are you here?" She asked suddenly.
She was still crying but the question came with a hint of hatred. Aizen pretended to be hurt. "To visit you my Hinamori-kun, of course." the reply came so easily. Hinamori blushed slightly against her better judgment. The red color to Hinamori's face didn't escape from Captain Aizen, he smiled. "Why else would I be here?" he continued on. In all honestly, Aizen did come to visit Hinamori. He had learned that she had woken from her coma a while ago, knew of the circumstances in the barracks, and knew that she hardly left her room. He had planned on visiting Hinamori in the next couple of nights, but her sudden movements to his old chambers stirred him to come see her tonight.
Hinamori looked away from Aizen, "Why me?"
"Would I visit anybody else here? No one else is worth my time." He detected the red to her face once again. It was obvious, though upset with him, that Hinamori could not contain her feelings for her once captain. "Only you can give me what I'm looking for at this time." He reached out for her, but Hinamori pushed herself back farther into the wall. She was clearly afraid of Aizen. Aizen couldn't blame her. The last time he held her closely, he had tried to kill her. If at all possible, Aizen was almost hurt that Hinamori wouldn't dare touch him. He smiled warmly at her, a smile that he hadn't produced in a while. Hinamori noticed the familiar smile and her body relaxed itself. Noticing this, Aizen had suddenly grasped the answer to his problem. Familiarity was what Hinamori needed in order to return to the state that Aizen trained her in. It wouldn't be a problem; he had done it for years, earning the hearts of the 13 squads, Hinamori's in particular. He looked at the robes Hinamori clung to so tightly; he recognized them as his spare captain robes. "Hinamori-kun," he reached out for her once more, and her response was to try to burry herself as far as she could into the wall, instead he reached for the robes held in her hands. With great ease and little effort Aizen stole the robes from her small hands. She watched him confused, unsure of what he was going to do. Aizen held the robes in his hands for a moment, and slid them around his shoulders, and put his arms through. Hinamori looked at him, her great big eyes searching for an answer in his. "I understand why you don't like me," he continued on "And that this change in me, disturbs you quite some. But if I were to give you something you once knew," he let his hand weave through his brown locks, letting his hair fall freely close to his face. "You may look at me like you once did." he produced a pair of black framed glasses and put them on. Hinamori's eyes blinked, the emotion in them clearly changing. A sudden feeling of ease came across her. This was the Captain Aizen she knew, she knew this look, she knew this man that was now kneeling in front of her. But it still didn't change his character.
"What do you need from me?" she asked trying to contain herself. Hinamori's question told Aizen that she was still not fully convinced and she still wanted to hold him away. But soon she would break, very soon. The familiar Aizen that was so close to her soothed her soul and quieted her yearning heart.
"There's something that only you can do for me," he told her. "You see, I'm still a man, and now that I've broken away from Soul Society I can do what I please. There are no rules or regulation to keep me held down." His brown eyes held her, moving in close Aizen closed the gap between the two of them. He let his arms snake around the small frame of Hinamori. She was permitting her beloved captain to hold her as she always wanted him to. "And only you can satisfy my yearning." He let his words echo into her ears. Only I? Hinamori asked herself. Yearning? What did he mean? Aizen took her closer into his embrace, letting his hands glide down her back. He felt Hinamori shudder with his touch. It was true, now free of Soul Society; Aizen Sousuke had no rules but his own to follow. While Captain of the 5th squad the urges of being a man had to suppress. It wasn't easy for him either. He obviously had a devout female follower that would do anything for him and go to any extend, Hinamori had already proven this. But he couldn't also deny that Hinamori was attractive, she grew with grace and her body had nicely filled when she came of age. For years he held his lust at bay for his Vice Captain, but he figured if ever the need would arise he could simply take Hinamori as he wished, there would be no objections from her. Her love and yearning for him was quite apparent to him, which only made things more difficult for himself. Taking Hinamori as he pleased could quite mean that somebody else would eventually find out, even if he told Hinamori to keep such a relationship a secret, and that would mean his master plan of treachery would be at risk. A man's desires of sexual yearning could be coaxed into a sleep, but a man's desire for power could never be silenced.
But now, free of rules, free of regulations, Aizen was able to do as he pleased, with whomever he pleased and Hinamori had been on his mind. She was beautiful, a true object of lust. Aizen would have to be completely blind not to notice her yearning for him, or the willingness that she had for him. All in all, it made Aizen's groin swell with pleasure. He had wanted her for years, thought of this night for a long while. Yes, Hinamori was what he wanted. He wanted Hinamori naked, moaning, groaning, clawing at his back, and screaming his name. Hinamori was the only one that could satisfy his lust for now. "Only you." He whispered into her ear. He let his hands crawl up from her back once more, to her shoulders. He felt his way underneath the cloth of her black robes, touching the smooth, soft skin. Hinamori let out a small breath, Aizen felt her body completely relax and fall into his arms.
"What is it that I can only do?" she asked, speaking into his chest.
"Something that you wanted for a long time." Aizen replied to her, his hot sweet breath tingling on her ear. He felt Hinamori's heart beat quicken even more, it was quite possible that her innocent mind was comprehending what he meant. "I've wanted it for long while too." He said.
Hinamori's mind raced with the very concept of what Captain Aizen was suggesting. Only in her wildest dreams did she dare think about this. On rare occasions where she couldn't handle her body any longer, and where she found Captain Aizen even more attractive then usual, did Hinamori permit herself a lone physical pleasure with this very concept in mind in order to please herself. But now, now she able to live out her dream, his body's physical fantasy. Was Captain Aizen truly referring to her? That she was only able to give him the sexual pleasures he desired? Further more, wanting her? Hinamori's body bursted with excitement, hormones racing through her body in an instant, reaching to the very private areas she only knew of. "Yes," she mumbled quietly. "For so long."
Aizen's smile changed into a smirk. She was becoming quite willing; the events about to happen tonight would prove to be satisfying for him. He let his hands massage her shoulder for a moment, but with sudden swiftness, he pushed the shoulders of her robes away from her body, leaving her shoulder and nearly most of her chest exposed. Unhappy with the fact that the robe was still glued to her body, Aizen let his hands fall down her front, touching her breast briefly, down around her still clothed ribcage and near her stomach. He left Hinamori's breathing become heavy. Around her waist her robe was tied tightly around her middle and finished at her back. Aizen hands moved around her waist in a delicate matter, and with expert fingers he undid her waist band. The cloth fell freely away from Hinamori's body, her robes falling to the floor. She sat there, closely to Captain Aizen nearly naked, a blush spreading across her face. Was this really going to happen? Hinamori wondered to herself. Was this all a dream? A sweet dream?
Aizen's hand ran up her side, to the back of her neck and pulled her face closely to his. Hinamori could feel his breath on her lips, his smell filled her nose, she felt the warmth of his body. It couldn't be a dream, it was all to real to be a dream. It was so very real. Aizen pulled her face in closer, bringing his own lips closer to hers. He could smell the sweet scent of Hinamori's hair, felt the racing of her heart, felt that her body was hot from passion. He closed the gap between them, bringing their lips together... His lips pressed firmly against her, Hinamori responded instantly. She pressed her lips harder against his, seeking the pleasure that only he could provide. Aizen's hands wrapped around her once more, enveloping her into a tight embrace, pressing her small naked body against his, Hinamori passionately kissed her captain with all the force she could muster. It all seemed so surreal. Feeling bold Hinamori opened her mouth a little wider, allowing her to nibble on Aizen's lower lip. It somehow produced the right effect, Aizen tightened his hold on Hinamori, she could feel his body now. Hot and raging, she could tell he was trying to contain himself, letting this situation unfold itself slowly and pleasurably. Hinamori now feeling brave let her instincts take over. She let her arms lovingly snake around Aizen's neck, as she did so; Aizen's arms left her body, letting his hands explore her exposed skin. His rough hands trailed up and down her back, gently touching her bottom, holding it in a gentlemen's manner.
Hinamori continued to kiss her beloved captain, nibbled on lips. His hands wandered away from her back, trailing their way to her shoulders and down her front. He let a single finger trace down her neck, his breath tingling the pores on her skin. His finger went further down her front, between the valley of her breasts. Aizen could feel Hinamori's heart pounding in her body, fast and heart thumps beat against her skin. His single finger playfully outlined her breast for a few moments, and with a sudden movement, Aizen cupped Hinamori's petite breast in his large hands. She let out a small moan, digging her nails slightly into the skin of his neck. Aizen played with her breast, caressed her nipple till it was hard. Hinamori broke away from the kiss and buried her head into his neck. What pleasure, what ecstasy she was feeling from his touch. A way she could only dream of that could happen. Aizen repeated the process to the other breast, giving them both equal attention, Hinamori moaned a little, unable to hide her pleasure. She breathed against his neck, he felt the tingle, his groin aching with desire. But there was so much more that he could do to his loyal pet before he would finally break her. Aizen found himself in thought for second, as he let a hand massage down her stomach, feeling the scar he had given her, and down to her thighs. He lusted after Hinamori for so long, why not just skip top the main event? He was sure Hinamori wouldn't object, he almost felt as if he was making love to her, instead of just taking her lustfully. Impossible, he told himself, I'm only indulging in the moment.
Hinamori found that he way her captain was touching her was heaven. She only wanted more from him, she wanted him to give more, do as he pleased. It was such ha beautiful moment that she was sharing with him. It was a moment she only dared to dream about. To make love to the man she admired for so long, to make love to the man she dreamed of, yearned for. Sadness filled her for only a second. She knew Captain Aizen didn't love her of course, he was only lusting. But still, he was lusting for her, and that was enough for Hinamori. If he wanted his sexual desires to be filled, she would be more then happy to oblige. It may have been pure empty, instinct sex to him, but to her, she was fulfilled in a more loving way. If they could only care on such a relationship. Hinamori took a nip at the captain's ear, sucked on it for a mere second; the response she received told her she was doing the right thing. Aizen stopped touching her for a moment, and let his hand grip her thigh for a moment. She nipped once more at his ear, and let her tongue slip out of her mouth, trailing it slowly from the top of his neck to the base. There she proceeded to kiss the skin, and playfully bite. For such an innocent girl and a virgin- Aizen knew well that she was a virgin- Hinamori knew certainly how to press Aizen's buttons. He was very pleased with this in fact; it meant that maybe he didn't need to throw out Hinamori after this single night. But why would I? He questioned himself. It was a question that he should have never thought of. How idiotic, he told himself. Angry at his self display of emotion, Aizen tore Hinamori away from him, the sudden gesture allowed Hinamori to scrape her teeth against his tender skin, breaking it only slightly.
Surprise filled her face, unaware of what he was going to do. I'm not making love to her, Aizen told himself, how ridiculous. He looked at her, his eyes suddenly filled with lust. That was enough of the pleasure lacking foreplay; he wanted to bring ecstasy to Hinamori now. NO, he eyes hardened as he looked at Hinamori. There would be ecstasy for Hinamori, but his intention was for his pleasures alone. That's what he told himself seriously.
"C-Captain?" Hinamori asked in a questioning voice.
"Quiet." He pushed her onto the floor of the room; a brief expression of fear was produced on Hinamori's face. Aizen allowed himself to look at her. She was small in frame, subtle in curves, her small breast laid peacefully on her chest, her pink nipples hard. She was god damn gorgeous. No wonder Aizen lusted for her so long. No wonder he stole glances of her while they were out on missions, studying her serene face, watching her graceful eyes and her long lashes bat as she blinked. Aizen only angered himself once more with this thought. What the hell was going on here? Such romantic and emotional thoughts filling his mind. How insane, how absurd, Hinamori was only an object of sexual desires, not love. The only thing Aizen loved was power, nothing else. Hinamori could be easily disposed of after tonight, and he wouldn't have to worry about her any longer, or the throbbing urges a single thought of her would do to him.
Aizen put a leg between her thighs, and put himself on top of Hinamori. A sudden blush filled her face once more. It was really going to happen; she was going to lose herself to her beloved Captain Aizen. Hinamori greedily ran her hand up his front, finding where his robes parted. She slid her tiny hands onto his chest, feeling his skin. Warm to the touch, Hinamori gently let her finger tips glide over his creamy skin, she found herself excited to be touching him like this. Hinamori permitted herself to touch his chest for a few seconds, but then tugged off his captain robes, letting them fall to the floor. She smiled a little bit at the thought that an article of clothing had been taken off by her. He needs more off, she told herself, and began to fumble with his black robes. All the while Aizen let her do so, still quite amazed that Hinamori was being as brave as she was. It was clear to him that she was a novice in such matters, but she so expertly touched Aizen in manner that drove him insane. Hinamori continued to fumble with his robes, loosening them, adoringly sliding them away from his skin, slowly, teasingly exposing his body to her. She bit her lip from the excitement. Able to get as much of his clothes off in the position she was in, Aizen shrugged the rest off to help her. She held her breath, beloved Captain Aizen was now on top of her, naked. How surreal, how tantalizing. How could this all be happening?
Hinamori looked at his body, and blushed. She had always pictured Aizen to be a broad and muscular man, but the actual scene was much better then what she could have imagined. He was muscular and broad, the very essence of what every man should be. His shoulder her wide and powerful, his chest and stomach were flat, lean, nothing to ripped where his body become large with power. Just enough to know, just enough to yearn for. Hinamori gazed at his body for a moment longer, letting her eyes trail past his waist. She looked away suddenly, embarrassment over coming her. Aizen certainly was quite well endowed.
"What's the matter?" he asked her huskily, but it seemed cruel in a way. "Does it scare you? Do I scare you?" He pushed himself against her. It would be clear that we would be the dominant one tonight, regardless how good Hinamori's sexual instincts were. Aizen's now obviously grown member was hard and throbbing, he pressed it against Hinamori's thighs. The girl let out a small groan of pleasure.
"N-no" she stammered her response.
"No?" he questioned. "Hinamori-kun, you should be. Maybe just a little." He wasn't going to spare her any mercy tonight. Every wicked and pleasurable thing he could do to Hinamori raced across his mind. There would no gentleness, only hot and heavy sex. He pushed himself harder against it, she replied with another groan. Aizen bent down Hinamori, snatched her neck in his lips, and sucked. Fully aware that Hinamori was ready to go, he figured he would at least make her beg a little bit. He let his hand trail down her body, past her breast, down his side, past her waist. His fingers felt something lacey and soft. Aizen bit into Hinamori's neck, as he let his fingers play with the piece of cloth. He let go of her skin for a moment, "You're still clothed, Hinamori my pet." he referred to the silky panties that Hinamori still had on. She bit her lip. What was she suppose to do? She was completely subservient to Aizen now. "It's just going to get in the way..." He let a single finger trace down the front of her panties. Hinamori's breath fastened. He pushed his finger hard against panties, in the area where the most sensitive part of her womanhood would be. She let out a small gasp of pleasure. "See what I mean?" he said devilishly. He pressed her nub through her panties again. "Should I take them off for you?" There was mock and tease in his question. "Or should I keep them on, only giving you half what you feel." He pressed harder, lightly petting her. He continued this for a moment; Hinamori threw her arms around his neck once more, letting her nails dig into his skin.
"Ca-captain..." She moaned. Aizen grinned wickedly, in a swift movement; he quite literally ripped Hinamori's panties away. He let his one finger pursuit what it had paused. Aizen could feel the warmth that the girl's body was producing. She was hot, and ready. But there was so much that Aizen could do to her. It would be hard to contain himself, he had her so close now. He pushed back her folds, and rubbed her nub violently. Hinamori's back arched suddenly. Such pleasure, such bliss, how was this possible? How could this be happening. She didn't want it to stop. Aizen rubbed her, left that she was excited, riding waves of pleasure. "I can do more." He whispered dangerously in her ear. He stopped rubbing her, his finger moving father down. Suddenly Aizen slipped a finger inside of Hinamori. She moaned out loud, a new pleasurable feeling coming to meet her. Aizen thrusted his finger in and out of her quickly, feeling that she was tight and wet. He contained himself from taking her there, she would be the best fuck he had in a long while.
A virgin, he figured, would always give him extra pleasure because she would be tight, surrounding him, propelling the experience to a farther level. Hinamori bit her lip from the pleasure; she wanted more, so much more. Her nails dug farther into Aizen's skin. Moaning, Hinamori could hardly contain herself any long, but she had to, afraid that if she gave in to her body's limit that this dream would end. Unknowingly, she began to thrust her hips with Aizen's movements of his finger. He smiled; she was lost in the moment. With the next thrust, Aizen inserted another finger. Letting a loud groan escape her lips, Hinamori felt even more pleasure. Aizen could feel that she didn't even loosen with another finger in her. Wonderful, he told himself. The continued their foreplay for what seemed like forever to Hinamori. Climaxing, Hinamori felt greater waves of pleasure hit her body, wave after wave controlling her. Letting out louder moans of desire, Hinamori hit her limit "Aizen..." She moaned out loud. The last wave left her body, her frame became limp, unable to hold onto Aizen any longer she fell gently to the floor, panting hard. Aizen watched her, her breasts falling and rising with every hard breath she took.
"There's not time for rest," He told Hinamori. He played with her, he let her orgasm, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Hearing her scream out his name the way she did as she hit, threw him over the edge. He picked her up roughly, Hinamori surprised, unaware what would happen next. "Get on your hands and knees." He ordered her. Confused Hinamori was looked at him. Hands and knees? What did he mean? Aizen let out a small noise of frustration. Of course she didn't know such a sexual position existed. He turned her around with great force and pushed her to the floor. "Hands and knees," he repeated once more. Slightly embarrassed, more confused then anything, Hinamori obeyed. Her small bottom in the air, Aizen came closer to her. He pressed himself against her once more, and she could feel his groin. Hinamori understood why he ordered her to get on her hands and knees a moment later.
Without warning Aizen mounted her, pushed himself into her virgin self, her virgin womanhood. Hinamori let out a cry of sudden pain. He gave her no warning of what he was doing. She figured it would have hurt, but suddenly taking all of him, without any notice, made it hurt even more. There would be no mercy, no coaxing, Aizen had told himself. He felt her walls around him, tight and wet. He let out a groan of pleasure. "Hinamori, you're wonderful." he panted. He began to thrust further deep into her. Hinamori let out a small whimper, a few tears falling from her eyes. Of course it's going to hurt for little bit, she assured herself, the pain would go away in a little. She felt Aizen leave her for a moment, then thrust back into her again savagely. She bit her lip from the pain, and allowed Aizen to continue to please himself. He thrusted, and thrusted, harder and faster each time. In a few minutes, the pain Hinamori felt was gone. She too began to enjoy herself, riding in the waves of desire. Aizen grabbed her waist, and pounded her body against him driving himself deeper and farther into her. His and her moans of pleasure mingled with one another, and filled the room.
"Oh...Aizen..." Hinamori moaned. "More...please." She begged.
Aizen heeded her beg, and went faster into her, harder. She was so wonderful, so tight and wet. What a beautiful girl. He felt her body tighten, felt her walls squeeze onto him. Harder, he went, deeper, faster.
"Yes..." He groaned. He could hear sweet sounds of pleasure escaping Hinamori, all the more it turned him on, pushed him closer to the edge. He felt Hinamori arch her back, her walls became even tighter around him, and sudden warmth he felt had spilled against his member. She had hit her climax. He could only wish that he saw her face when she did. Soon, he too was going to push over the edge of all sanity.
"Oh, Aizen." He heard her say lovingly. He knew there was more to say from her lips but she had kept that quiet to herself. He thrusted again into her, grabbing onto her hips. He now felt somewhat guilty. Obviously she was in pain, yet pleasure at the same time. He yearned for the girl in the longest time, but something had changed tonight, and the way he took Hinamori, seemed some how...wrong. Aizen didn't make love to her. She had lost her virginity to him, and he didn't do her the honor of making love to her. What a ludachris thought! He told himself, but he still felt terrible in a way. He took himself out of Hinamori.
"Captain?" she questioned, looking over her shoulder. Aizen lightly took her in his hands and laid her down on the floor. He positioned himself on top of her. "Captain?" she asked again, afraid that she didn't please him.
"Sshh," he told him, and slowly, put himself into her once more. Hinamori loved the feeling, it was pleasurable, but gentle, it wasn't rough. How magnificent it was. Aizen first started to go slowly, rubbing and thrusting himself inside her, eventually picking up pace one more, ready to push himself to his limit. Hinamori's body bucked with his, making the process an even faster one. So close, he told himself. He looked into Hinamori's eyes. What was it that this treacherous girl did to him tonight? He kissed her passionately, their tongues meeting, dancing and gliding against one another. He broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Hinamori..." He moaned. He pumped into her a few more times. Something in him broke, a barrier of emotion he never permitted himself to feel...But, somehow Hinamori trigged them, in him...and they were only for him. He began to pant, pumping deeper and harder, lost in the pleasure, lost in his emotion...lost in love. "Hinamori..." He said gently. "I love you."
The last wave of unthinkable desire crashed over Aizen, he felt himself release in her, their liquids mixing with each other. He collapsed on top of her. Their breathing heavy and mingled, their bodies tangled. When their breathing seemed normal again, all thought came back to Aizen. Did he just tell Hinamori he loved her? What the hell?
Hinamori's eyes widen in surprise as she hear the words. I love you? Impossible.
Aizen lifted himself away from Hinamori and dressed himself in his robes. Hinamori sat up looking at him surprised. She didn't bring anything up with him, but left it alone. She too could not believe it. Her heart ached with excitement, but with disbelief. Tightening his robes, Aizen picked up the spare captain robes and threw them at Hinamori. She covered herself with it. He slicked back his hair, and then looked at Hinamori, his eyes cold. He smiled wickedly, and bent down to kiss her lips hard. "For a virgin," He told her "You were pretty decent to sleep with." He straightened himself out and headed o the door, opening it. "Maybe I'll come see you some other time." He told her, and vanished.
Hinamori was left to herself in the room, naked and lonely. Aizen surely didn't mean it. Her heart told her yes, but her logic screamed no. "Look what love has gotten you into." She told herself ready to cry. "Hurt, betrayed...and used." She looked at her robes and clothes thrown across the room. Aizen didn't mean it in the least. She knew it.
The former captain Aizen paced for a moment in his chambers. She was delicate and beautiful, he body desirable. I love you? The silly words echoed in his mind. Sitting down Aizen found himself frustrated. Why did he do such stupid things? Why did he worry about such emotion? Why did the emotion given rise? "Stupid bitch." Aizen said bitterly. He was in love.
End.
Well. I hope you all enjoyed it. I was hoping that maybe a few of your would catch the change of mind/emotion with the way Aizen changed positions. From behind meaning...or symbolizing I guess you can say, that he only lusted for Hinamori. Hence her facing away in such a position. When he changed to the..er tradition (missionary) position, he had his change of heart, realizing he loved her, and intended to make love to her. Hence, looking at her, facing her.
...I really shouldnt be giving sex position lessons with my author notes, it somehow seems...wrong.
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed, read more of my stuff.
-Scarlette
"There was no such thing as the good ol' days." -Gogol Bordello
