Maturity Warning

Byakuya was at his desk, silently reading over different ledgers. He subsequently heard everything from the room down the hall: one of his maid's stifled cries and Abarai's deep groans. There was nothing he could do until they were both decent. Then he would eviscerate his lieutenant for daring to besmirch such a hallowed manor with the animalistic sounds of sex with one of the hand-picked women of virtue that made up the female housekeeping staff.

Byakuya wasn't able to take it any longer and stood from his desk. As he did so, the doors slid back and a sweet smelling incense of jasmine filled his study. He turned and saw his wife timidly standing in the doorway.

"Hisana?"

They were newlyweds.

She had been a maid briefly for his family and was of the lowest station. Her parents had been brutally murdered the night of their wedding as an act of rebellion by disgruntled nobles who couldn't stand a peasant woman grasping the coveted position of Lady Kuchiki. They had yet to consummate their vows. It had been one month. Theirs was had been a marriage of convenience as he was under strict confidentiality by his Grandfather that he should take a peasant as a bride. He was never told why but Byakuya assumed it had to do with the need to spit in the Shihoin clan's eyes for retracting their treaty after a decade of engagement and no child was born. He never once was able to get Lady Yoruichi pregnant.

Though he didn't know the first thing about Hisana, nor she of him, and despite the heart attack he gave her when he asked for her hand out of the blue, she was fiercely beautiful and extremely shy about the fact. She was the picture of traditional beauty and elegance now that she was no longer covered in dirt or the stench of the rukongai. Her pale pink silks were the same color of her rosebud lips. Her ink-black locks were long and gorgeously swept back from her face.

"Forgive me, Lord Kuchiki, I-"Her eyes roamed the ground nervously. "I thought those sounds were coming from you." He could see the blush easily on her white face and he slowly extended his hand to her. She reluctantly accepted it and he swiftly pulled her hand to his lips with all the efforts of chivalry that he could afford .

"I have no need or reason for a concubine, my lady. Not with a woman as beautiful as you by my side."

"There was something else I came to tell you."

"Yes?"

"I'm fertile right now," She blushed and sputtered the words but he managed to hold her gaze.

"Are you bothered by the atmosphere?" She looked around the tidy room.

"No. I'm not very romantic, I'm afraid. Forgive me." He kept her chin up and gently pushed his mouth against her lips. She carefully opened her lips for him and his tongue sensually touched all the right spots, eliciting a quiet breath. He pulled away and studied her face. Her thick eyelashes finally fluttered open.

"My lord, I'm afraid I haven't been honest with you. I'm not a virgin. I'm not very experienced by any means but there is a boy I left behind, the son of a fisherman-" His lips thinned.

"I'm not pleased to hear that. But seeming as you are not a noblewoman I think it's permissible to dismiss it." He gave her a small smile and a large grin lit up her beautiful face. She kissed him with a surprising seductiveness. She pulled away and kissed his neck, trailing down the natural exposure of his skin in his kimono. He shed his robes and let them fall. She stared at him in continuous surprise that a man could be so beautiful.

She nervously removed her obi and the layers of dresses beneath the main robe. Finally, she shrugged the white under robe away and she watched as his eyes roamed down; a heavy breath caught in his throat, his manhood twitching in response.

"Do you have any preferences?" He spoke up.

"How do you mean?"

"In position," She turned red again and shook her head. "Allow me," She nodded and allowed him to guide her to his desk. He sat her down into seiza, parting her thighs so his hand could slip between her legs. She gasped at his experienced hand. It wasn't long before he was watching her thrust herself against his hand. He found himself smiling down at her pert rear as it rippled with these movements. He flipped her a little roughly onto her back so that she was leaning on top of his desk. She stared up at him, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted. He took both of her small breasts into his hands. They were perfectly proportioned to her petite frame and fit neatly into his palms. He flicked the areole in amusement but was stunned when she grasped at him and moved her wrist that betrayed her façade of innocence. He froze as he watched her do this.

"How do you know to do this?"

"I've never been fully ready when I've been in coitus. You're sizeable and I could still bleed." Her unintentional dirty talk mixed with her harsh rukongai crass unexpectedly made him beyond ready. He thrust his mouth to her ear.

"You've never properly been bedded." He hovered over her after these words, looking into her rounded eyes. She reached up and stroked his chest. He did as her gaze commanded, slowly pushing the tip in, and then shoving his whole length into her. She yelped lightly, her back arching off his desk slightly, her nipples visibly shrinking in front of his eyes. As he pulled back she gripped his bicep tightly with a whimper.

"I don't understand," He assured.

"It's not that; it felt really good." He smiled and gradually increased his tempo, watching her breasts move to his rhythm, and enjoying the sound of flesh colliding with flesh. She finished quietly out of modesty, her entire torso trembling uncontrollably. He willed himself to catch up early and instinctively pulled her lower torso into the air to keep the result from leaking out. She looked at him questioningly but didn't vocalize her confusion. To appease her, he licked at her and she put a hand over her mouth.

"My lord, you don't have to-"

"My lord Kuchiki!" A servant called commandingly from outside the study and forcing him to stop before her barely began. Hisana curled into a ball to grab her under robe. Byakuya took his eyes from the scene of their consummation to glare viciously at the servant's silhouette.

"Be gone."

"But my lord, it's Lady Kuchiki's sister- she's been found."

"What?" Hisana gasped. Byakuya sent the servant away and Hisana nakedly leapt over to her clothes and began dressing. "I must make the preparations to prepare for her arrival,"

"My lady, we must consummate at least twice more to ensure a pregnancy." He was nakedly on his knees before her as she stood.

"It only takes one try when a woman is fertile. I've been told Kuchiki men are bulls by nearly everyone." She bowed her head slightly and kissed him delicately. He knew she spoke and acted absentmindedly, otherwise such a bravado would've been impossible for her to muster without stuttering as she was wont to do. He flushed at the compliment when she turned to leave regardless of the emptiness of her actions and words.