~Rangiku~
I open my eyes and notice how very dark it is. Where am I? I feel the softness of my bed under me and realize Gin must have carried me home. As I go to sit up I feel an unfamiliar Spiritual Pressure. Fear momentarily grips me and I grope for an idea as a voice speaks out from the darkness.
"Rangiku?" The voice is threateningly quiet, like the calm before a storm. "What happened out there?"
Out where? I try to remember what he's talking about, but my head is swimming. I screw my eyes shut in concentration and images start jumping out at me. The last thing I see is Aizen's calm, handsome face. Aizen! I sharply look up at the Captain sitting at the edge of my bed!
His stony expression doesn't change. "Rangiku, answer me."
"I—I'm not sure. I saw Momo; then I saw the sake table; and then I saw her hanging all over you. It made me mad. She shouldn't hang on you like that…"
I see his eyes widen. "Why do you say that?"
I blush, knowing I shouldn't have said that; but, even as I think this, my treacherous tongue continues to answer him. "Because it should be me."
His head drops into his hands and I know I've gone too far.
"You're really drunk. I suggest you get some sleep." Aizen gets ready to leave. "I will see you tomorrow, Miss Matsumoto."
I watch as my teacher walks to the door. My mind, already hazy, spins frantically, trying to think of something. Speaking his name softly, I crawl forward to the edge of the bed, the robe of my shihakusho slipping off my shoulder. I look on as he turns back to me, his chestnut eyes shadowed.
"Captain Aizen, please don't leave me like this. I…" My breath catches and I almost back out, but on a wave of drunken courage I finish, "I need you."
~Aizen~
"I need you."
I stand there, at a loss for words.
Did I hear that correctly? I think, running my hand through my hair, trying to decide how to respond. As much as I've wanted to hear something like this from her, there's no possible way I can act on it, but I can't just walk away. What am I supposed to do?
"Please Captain…" Rangiku says, almost pleading. "At least help me out of my clothes."
Her eyes, those wondrous cobalt spheres, gaze imploringly at me. My eyes drift to her shoulder, where part of her shihakusho is drooping off, a strap of soft pink being revealed. I close my eyes, taking a slow, shuddering breath.
"I really should get someone else to." I manage to weakly protest, thankful that my voice has kept its steady tone.
Rangiku's hand reaches out towards me, shaking like a pale leaf in the space between us.
"C—Captain Aizen," her voice sounds softly, as unsteady as her hand. "Please… I'm begging you."
My reserve finally snaps. I can't say no, not when she's actually begging me. My resolve gone, I comply, walking back to her and slowly lowering the top of her robes. I gasp quietly as her bra comes into view, its pink texture overlaid with a lacy black mesh barely covering any of her breasts. The straps cross each other in the back to better support the weight of those large, voluptuous beauties of hers. But I can tell that with just a wrong move the whole thing would snap, falling uselessly away in a pink and black display.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her to rid her of the material. As I undo her bra's clip, it suddenly falls away from her flesh, her breasts bouncing into view. Unable to help myself, I stare at them, my jaw slightly agape. I continue to gaze, the image burning itself into my mind.
"Captain Aizen?"
Hearing my name, I snap back into reality, dragging my gaze back to hers.
"Yes, Miss Matsumoto?" I say, surprised by how calm I sound even now, my mind a jumble of thoughts and fantasies.
"If… if you want, you can…" she pauses slightly, slowly meeting my eyes. "You can touch them."
Suddenly, as if they have minds of their own, my hands slowly move to caress her breasts, gently groping them. As I do, a small moan escapes her lips, ringing in my ears despite its faintness. A slight shudder courses through my body at the sensation, my hands working a little rougher, the motions becoming faster as I let my thumbs slip over her already perked nipples.
"C—Captain!" She gasps out, her breathing ragged.
With effort, I remove my hands from her chest. Moving on before I get carried away, I let my hands trail down her velvety sides, stopping on her hips and holding them gently. After a brief hesitation, I slowly take hold of her robes again, starting to remove them fully. As I do, a smile touches my lips to see that the girl is also wearing a pair of panties to match the bra, now probably ruined. As the cloth moves further down, I notice a flash of pink and black colored lace at her thighs. Upon further inspection I discover the lacy fabric to be stockings of the same mesh-like material that gives a mouth-watering glimpse of the skin beneath. Letting the robes fall away, I take hold of the panties, tugging them down her curvaceous form. I take in a sharp breath as her flowering entrance comes into view, already beginning to moisten. I put a hand on each of her thighs, hooking my fingers in the tops of the stockings, and begin to remove them as well.
I don't know how much more I can stand, I think to myself, trying to ignore the growing erection within my own robes. Her body is so gorgeous!
I continue to massage the stockings off, getting a good look at her legs. I run my hands up and down them once before removing her final article of clothing. Her legs are soft to the touch, almost like silk.
"Well…" Rangiku starts, looking away from me shyly, "how does it look?"
I couldn't form words to describe it. I could have sat there for days, thinking of a way to describe her beauty, and I could come up with nothing. I could only manage one word.
"Perfect."
Rangiku, with a blush and determined smile, places her hands on my hoari.
"Good; now it's your turn."
Before I can respond, let alone react, she flings the coat from my body and lunges for my own shihakusho. She removes the top half quickly, nearly tearing the fabric from the animalisticness of her movements. Her lips smash into mine, kissing me deeply as I return it. My hands skim up to her sides as hers move down to my robes again, pulling them down completely to leave me in my boxers.
"Miss M—Matsumoto," I say, my voice finally giving way to shakiness. "What are you doing?"
Her voice is unsteady at first, but then she gains confidence. "I—I'm claiming you," she replies, starting on my boxers, her breasts pressing against my abdomen. "In a way Momo never could."
She gasps suddenly, eyes widening as she catches sight of my length.
Losing control, I push her onto her back, pinning her beneath me.
"Is that so?" I say, my voice regaining composure. "Shall we see how that goes?"
I position myself in front of her entrance, now soaked with her own love juices. I begin to push into her, but stop as she whimpers with pain. I pull back, looking at her in concern.
"Are you alright?"
"Y—yes… it's just…" Her voice is soft, barely audible. "I've never done this before…"
My eyes widen. With her looks, I thought that this would have happened before. Then I smile softly. I get to take her for my own.
"Don't worry," I say softly, stroking her cheek. "I promise to be gentle." I reposition myself, ready to help this beauty learn the feeling of completion.
