Disclaimer: It's the same as usual. I'm broke. I write for free. I have an OC that's mine. I have a plot that's mine. This anime isn't mine.

IMPORTANT: I've posted this story under 'T', but it's actually rated 'M'. has been deleting a lot of stories rated 'M' as of late, and I don't want this one taken down. I don't know if the rating change will help save it, but it's worth a try!


Yumichika gave Sheena a little shove on the back as they entered her room. Like his, it was on the smaller side, but hers had little to no decoration. He considered lighting a candle or a lantern to combat the vast darkness, but decided against it. 'We won't need lights for what we're doing', he thought with a small smirk. It had been a long time since he had had sex with a woman, but that wasn't because the women rejected him. He had strict ideas of what was acceptable and what wasn't acceptable according to what he believed beauty to be. His women had to be curvy in all the right places, and have assets of the right size. He wasn't keen on large breasts or tiny breasts - what he wanted was breasts of a moderate size, with a pretty face to match. When he witnessed the glorious body that Sheena bore, he knew that he had to have her - but he also knew that it wouldn't be easy. That was why he resorted to one of the cheapest tricks in the book: getting her hammered.

He turned around and pulled the door of her room shut. There was no turning back for either of them, and that was exactly how he wanted it to be. Sheena was still staggering around, but the walk they had back to her room seemed to sober her up enough for her to think properly. He took a step towards her and wrapped her slender form in his arms.

"I don't know if we should do this, Yumichika." She mumbled. He scowled and shook her head, spinning her around to face him. He took her chin in one of his hands, keeping his other arm wrapped around her, and gazed into her eyes as he spoke.

"You should pay for the alcohol I provided for you, Sheena," he hissed. "because alcohol isn't cheap." She seemed rather shocked at the response he'd given her, but didn't dare struggle. She knew the power that Yumichika had, and she wasn't sure what he'd do if she didn't comply to 'pay' for the alcohol. It was hard for her to focus her mind, but she managed to form simple thoughts on how to escape from her current situation.

"How 'bout I pay you in cash?" She suggested with a little hope that he'd agree. Her small hopes were demolished when he shook his head and chuckled softly at her futile attempts to escape.

"I want you to pay," he stroked her chin and leaned his face closer to hers. "with your body." She knew it was probably the alcohol talking, but she felt that part of her was alright with her comrade using her body for tonight. The other part of her was still trying to think of ways to escape. He witnessed the confusion sweep across her face due to her inner conflicts and moved it for her lips. He captured them viciously, and continued to grip her chin tightly as he nibbled on her lips and forced his way into her mouth. She was reluctant to show that any part of her wanted him, but it was tough to fight his touch and his kiss. She couldn't deny that he was obviously a gorgeous man, but she also couldn't that random sex wasn't the best thing to do, especially when it was with a teammate.

He stopped his attack on her mouth to release her chin and quickly rip her tank top off. It happened almost too quickly for Sheena to react, so she merely stood there with a small gape on her face. He pulled her body close to him, as if to sweetly embrace her, while his fingers fumbled with the hooks of her bra. It didn't take long for that item to be tossed aside with her torn tank top. He moved her away from him again, but still kept his arms around her to prevent escape. Her upper body was simply divine; her body had the shape of an hourglass, and her breasts - as he had seen and touched back in his room - were round and the size of a handful. He licked his lips, as if his eyes had been set upon a delicious piece of chocolate cake. She was just right for him to take.

"You're gorgeous, my dear." He whispered, bringing his lips down to hers once again. Her mouth tasted like alcohol, which wasn't as delightful as he'd hoped, but it was better than sour breath. Her hands were up against his chest as he kissed her violently. She wanted him away - things were getting too serious. She whispered for him to stop, every time he gave her lips a few seconds rest, but he only seemed to smirk and rub his hands along her body. He was thoroughly pleased with what he had done and what he was going to do. He used his swift hands to pull down her shorts, leaving her in her panties. He moved his hands to her ass and gave it a quick smack. She jumped in his arms, but didn't say a word. Her ass was round and firm; that was exactly how he liked them.

His hands went to pull down her panties as well, but her fingers quickly placed themselves on top of his in protest. He stopped his kisses for a moment to gaze at her expression. It was an expression that wanted nothing more than to have her panties and other clothes returned to her body. Once again, he flashed her a smug grin. He shoved her fingers out of his way and pulled her panties below her thighs. She was then completely naked before him. Before looking at the rest of her, he stroked her cheek softly and kissed it as gently as he could.

"I don't want to be labelled as a rapist, my darling." He whispered very close to her face. He moved one of his hands down to her womanhood and slowly stroked her sensitive bud. "Tell me you want me inside you." His other hand moved itself up to one of her breasts, and slightly twisted the nipple tenderly left and right. "Or tell me you want me to stop."

He laid the choices down for her, something she hadn't expected from him at all. It was very odd of him to undress her and then ask for her permission, but that seemed to be at the back of her mind. Pleasure was erupting from her chest and her vagina. His fingers seemed as though they were magic - she loved the feeling of them being where they were. She left out a few hoarse moans. It was difficult for her to think straight with the effects of the alcohol and the effects of his hands. She tried to focus. She tried to steer her mind down the right path. But her efforts were thrown to the dust, as she nodded her head to him. His grin became almost maniacal, as he removed his fingers from their positions and released her body to undress. A nod was good enough for him. Even if she'd shaken her head, he would have found some way to get inside her.

He slipped his neck decor over his head and tossed it to the side, along with his Soul Reaper robe and the robe underneath. Lastly, he slid hid boxers to the floor and revealed himself, as erect and ready as ever, to the pleasure-stricken girl before him. She looked at his size and gave him a nod, as if to say that he'd won the right to take her tonight. To this, he grinned. She did as she knew she'd be told to do and go to her back on her bed. Despite her negative feedback to his kisses and force, she sure seemed eager to him. He was impressed with this. He placed himself on top of her and positioned himself outside of her wet hole. Before penetrating, he gazed into her eyes.

"Are you a virgin, my dear?" She huffed at the question, but shook her head. This made his grin grow, and he gave her a dark chuckle. "Then do you do this often?" Once again, she hesitated, but shook her head. His excitement grew in an instant, making his dick throb. He yearned to invade her. He'd hoped she was either a virgin or one that didn't have sex often. He wanted her to be nice and tight for him. He placed the head of his penis at her opening, sliding it up and down her wet, pink slit. Her thighs shook with the same excitement he felt, and he suddenly didn't want to wait any longer.

"Don't blow inside..." She whimpered, to which to leaned down and placed his tongue against her nipple, giving it a swift lick. She shivered and moaned impatiently. Taking a look at her entire body, he was extremely pleased with the catch he'd made. 'Maybe if she's a good fuck, I'll keep her as a little toy.' He thought with another of his smug smirks. He gazed down at her yearning face. Before she could ask him her request again, he buried himself inside her tightness as slowly as possible and savoured every moment of the new feeling. He bit his lip, not wanting to release a grunt of a cry too early. She was incredibly tight, the equivalent to the tightness of a virgin. He was surprised that she had been telling the truth. He'd seen a few other Soul Reapers check her out every so often. He smirked as he realized he'd gotten what they had wanted from her. She wasn't a slut to them, but she was definitely his little slut now.

She gasped and moaned loudly at the feeling of his manhood entered her tight pussy. There was a slightly tinge of pain due to his size, but pleasure covered up anything else she could have been feeling. She wrapped her arms around his form and dug her nails into his back. He hissed at this. He grabbed her hands from around him and pressed them into the bed beneath them. Looking down at her, he gave her an almost sadistic glare.

"Any doubts you had about sleeping with me won't stop me now. You're mine for the night, little whore." She was almost taken aback by his remark. She'd never heard him call anyone such a vulgar name before. There were already beads of sweat forming on his well-toned chest as he gave his second thrust into her. She yelped at the sharpness she felt inside her, but didn't dare ask him to be gentler. Sheena clawed a part of his hands with her nails as he moved in for another thrust. He groaned with this one, feeling her walls tighten even more around him. He leaned his head down to her neck and sucked on it to mark her. No one may know whom the hickie belonged to, but all they had to know was that she was someone else's and not theirs.

She'd been moaning softly since the first thrust, just as he had suspected. He liked her little gasps here and there, along with her sweet little voice moaning. It meant that he was doing his job correctly. He increased his pace and began to pound into her quickly and harder. She yelped loudly, just the reaction he'd wanted, but he didn't stop there. He released her hands to place his fingers at her nipples, twisting and pulling on them. Her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy, but her facial expression seemed to show more pain than pleasure. That wasn't at all what he wanted of her. He halted his powerful thrusts for a brief few moments, and she raised her head in question. He scowled at her and raised his hand as if to strike her. She was even more shocked by this. She hadn't ever imagined that Yumichika would be one to hit a woman. She cringed.

"I don't want to strike such beautiful skin, princess." He lowered his hand and leant down to her face. "I only want to see an expression of pleasure on your face." She almost gawked at him, but held back. How could he expect her to constantly have a face of bliss when he was pounding her pussy like a nail? She wondered why she wasn't allowed to show the pain that she felt. She understood not speaking of it, but she thought that not revealing it was a little ridiculous and impossible at this point.

"Yumich-Yumichika..." She murmured just loud enough for him to hear. "You're going too hard and it hurts..." He frowned. He didn't want her to be weak. He wanted her to be able to take as much as possible. But he figure it would be alright if she was weak for now - he had all night to teach her how to take him in. Without a response, he threw her hands back against the bed and continued his rough thrusting. Sheena screamed for the first time that night, and whimpered under her breath for him to stop. There was still some pleasure, but most of it was a vast feeling of agony. She wanted to ask him to stop again, she wanted to beg for him to slow down, but she knew by now that he didn't care what she felt. He merely wanted her body to give him pleasure.

With every thrust he made, the more she realized that she'd wanted something like this from him all along. Of course, it was rather difficult to admit that she wanted sex from a man that she somewhat disliked. She disagreed with his view of beauty and some of his stylistic moves in battle, but she could hardly deny that he wasn't physically desirable. It was also equally hard to admit that she wanted a man to dominate her in bed. Being one of the only women in the eleventh division, that wasn't something she'd really wanted to admit to herself. Here she was now, though, lying on her back, legs spread wide, having her body taken over by an incredibly beautiful man. It wasn't the alcohol morphing her mind. It wasn't any type of drug in her system. It was just her, admitting her inner desires. Her only hope was that Yumichika kept this under his hat - she didn't want any questions raised about their night.

With those final thoughts, she was finally able to lay back and relax as much as possible. It still hurt, but with a clear mind, she could feel a great deal of pleasure as well. She let out dozens of moans and groans, sounds that delighted him to the utmost extent. Sweat was pouring down his face, and the room suddenly felt very hot and steamy. He didn't mind. He was merely content that she had given into him. He knew that she'd found him rather attractive, as he'd caught her stares here and there. The alcohol and his force had helped him finally make her realize that he wanted her more than she expected. But, of course, he didn't want her for anything but sex, and he was sure that she'd agree with him. After all, sex was a brilliant stress reliever next to going into battle, and that was something they both needed. He stroked her cheek with one hand and held himself still inside her.

"Aren't you enjoying me, flower?" He grinned as she gripped his bare body and wiggled her hips a little. He refused to move until she replied. She gazed up at him, but couldn't find the strength or will to look him in the eye. After all, he had been the one to sexually break her the way she'd always wanted someone to. She pressed her lips together and gave him a slow nod. That wouldn't do this time. He wanted her to speak. Like practically everything else tonight, she found it rather tough to speak, as well. She didn't want to sound as pathetic as she felt.

"A-Ah... Yeah, I am." She managed to sputter through the intense feeling she felt in her nether region. Not only was he a fair size length-wise, he was also quite thick to match. She was impressed.

He found it amusing that she was trying hard to form words to respond, and only felt the need to push her higher. He slid himself out of her and lay on his back next to her. Confused for a brief few seconds, she blinked at him in disbelief. He sighed impatiently and moved her on top of him, so she was able to position herself onto him. She wasted no time in sliding his dick inside of her yearning pussy. He guided his hands to her hips and assisted in her bouncing. It felt good to be with a woman that knew how to fuck. Just as she was impressed with his size, he was thoroughly impressed with how well she handled him. She loved the feeling of his penis rubbing against her tight walls, and the feeling of his warm hands pressing against her skin. While she did enjoy him dominating her from the top, she felt less pathetic riding him.

It wasn't long until they both reached their climaxes - first her, then him - but they weren't even close to finished with each other. There was a short rest, giving Yumichika time to get up once again, and then they were back to relieving their stress.


Authoress' Note:

I had a sudden urge last night to update this story, so I wrote until I was making spelling and grammar errors everywhere, lol, I hope it was enjoyable to those that have been waiting. Thanks for reading! Please be sure to review, as well! I'd love to have a little feedback :)