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Gladiator

Ichigo arched an eyebrow at the gladiators in front of her and glanced at her father.

"This bunch doesn't look up to par," she commented and circled around them. A few of them look pissed off, but were wise enough not to say anything. Except for one.

"Who the fuck are you calling weak!" A blue haired man snarled and Ichigo glanced at him.

"At least you have passion, but you are still a weakling pussy," she said absent absentmindedly. She nodded at the instructor and he tossed her a wooden sword and another landed at the slave's feet. "Here's your chance to prove me wrong."

The slave snorted and picked up the sword with a cocky grin. "Who am I fighting then? I'll kick anyone's ass!"

"Me," Ichigo said simply and took a few steps back. She shifted her body to the left at a slight angle for balance and held the hilt of the sword firmly as Isshin always showed her how to do.

"Tch, I have no problems fighting women, but I don't want to be punished for kicking your ass." He said arrogantly. "I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty dress of yours."

"That's not something you need to concern yourself with," Ichigo said simply. The other slaves had been moved back to give the two some space and watched with curiosity. Coyote had even started to pay attention despite his usual uninterested attitude. He wondered why the daughter of his master thought she could win when she was in a fancy dress that allowed for little movement.

He hadn't paid much attention to her before because the first time he saw her was when she was standing behind her father at the slave auction. Now though, that he got a better look at her, he noticed her appearance.

She had orange, ORANGE hair which probably hung to the middle of her shoulder blades. At the moment, however, she wore it up and it was ever so slightly curled to frame her face. He wondered if it was a wig, but even so she was attractive. She had an angular face with a strong jaw and a nose that was proportionate to the rest of her. Her eyebrows were orange as well, so perhaps her hair WAS natural.

Ichigo was also physically fit, as far as Coyote could tell with her clothing. She wore a purple dress that was cut low enough to reveal the top of her breasts and slight cleavage, but still left a lot to the imagination.

Coyote wasn't the type to lust after females like an addict, but he appreciated this one's beauty and attractiveness. Her looks aside, one thing was left to wonder. Could she fight that cocky newcomer without losing a limb? He watched Ichigo carefully, his dull blue eyes traveled up her dress as she yanked up on the hem and tied it off exposing two long tan legs. The men around him gave out a thunderous whoop which earned them all a stern warning in the form of a whip cracking above their heads from Zaraki Kenpachi; the former gladiator that no one fucked with. The guy was huge and viciously loyal to the master and his daughter.

Coyote didn't mind Zaraki, as long as they stayed out of each others way there would be peace in the training ground. The bastard had earned his freedom and came back to this hell hole willingly to work as a trainer. Coyote couldn't see that ever happening if he was granted his freedom. He would be gone faster than a whore pulls off her dress and spreads her legs. He looked over and saw the master's daughter swinging her blade in fast deep lunges like the men are taught to battle. His frown deepened. She would need to do better than that. Men have more upper body strength and Ichigo can not hope to challenge a large man on equal footing. Coyote isn't looking down on her it's just a fact that a woman's center of gravity works against them in the type of fighting for the gladiator ring. "She is being pushed into a corner like a cat playing with a mouse."

He took a single step, unfolded his arms and was about to speak when Ichigo suddenly went on the offensive. He watched in awe at the orange-haired woman stepped toward her opponent, planted a foot between his and struck him in the gut with the butt of her wooden sword.

"Bitch!" Grimmjow staggered back , dropped his blade to the sand below them and growled fiercely. The man lunged at Ichigo in a rage, his jaw crunched from his fury. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up from the ground to dangle. "Be a good girl and surrender."

"Sorry, Grimmjow." Ichigo muttered planting her right heal firmly in his groin. "I don't go down quietly."

"Ichigo is no mouse." Coyote shuffled his feet sending the dropped sword across the sands next to her toes as she landed on the ground. Their eyes met briefly when she picked up the wooden blade and griped it tightly. With two blades in her hands she was a wondrous sight. The flitting of her dress and fast pacing of her legs told Coyote so much about the woman. "Now she is the cat searching for prey."

Ichigo knew precisely what she had done. Lulling an enemy into a false sense of her strength was one of the first things she had learned. Now with Grimmjow on the defensive she moved her right blade faster than her left. She could see the light blue eyes of her opponent following that blade closely, leaving her with the perfect window to strike. Ichigo lifted her left blade up soon as her right swings across his face to press at the boisterous man's throat. "You are dead." Her voice came out in a low warning.

"Why did the master's daughter win?" Kenpachi bellowed, walking onto the practice ground collect the swords for his top student.

"She's hot!"

"That ain't it." Kenpachi growled looking around to see who dared say that about his Ichigo. He wouldn't allow that kinda talk. She has been his pupil since she could hold a sword.

"Adaptation; She observed his fighting abilities until learning his weakness then changed her fighting style to throw him off guard." Coyote said with confidence, he turned away from the noisy men to walk back into his private room when he heard a shuffle.

"Fuck!" Ichigo hit the ground hard, the darkness tore though her head like being struck by lightening.

"Ya shouldn't have done that." Kenpachi grabs the blue haired man by the throat and pressed his back to a wall. "Ya lost. The battle was over. Ya had no right ta hit her in the back of the head."

"Bitch deserved it. Nobody makes a fool of Grimmjow." He spat in Kenpachi's face.

Coyote got to her first picked Ichigo up and bolted toward the main house with her limp and lifeless. "Open the door!" He yelled kicking at the door until someone lifted the latch and let him in. "Fetch a physician!" Worried... he couldn't tell when was the last time he had raised his voice with such tremble.

He stood nearby as they tried to revive her. His hands clenched tightly into fists, his eyes staring at her bosom for movement. Then it came, she sucked in a ragged breath, and so did Coyote. He slipped around the side of the archway of her room and slid down the wall. He just sat there with a hand on his face concealing the relief.

Isshin's dark eyes observed the unusual outburst and reaction of his star gladiator with an interest. He knew many things, and planned a surprise for his little Ichigo. One that might tame her wildness and give him a few strong but plump grandchildren to play with.

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The following day Coyote is summoned to the main house by his owner. Isshin was a fair man to Starrk but, his owner nonetheless and Starrk deeply resented being someone's property. Despite this, he pledged his loyalty to the man and his household with the hopes of one day earning enough to send for his sister Lilinette. It is for her that he endures, for her that he thrives under anothers boot, for her he would bleed and defy the gods.

Stepping into the master's office he is surprised to find a new set of armor and shield baring his name setting on the chair to his right.

"A gift... or two." Isshin called out loudly from behind Coyote.

"I have suitable armor. I do not wish to add to my expenses."

"Some gifts are without..." Isshin walked around his prized fighter eyeing him carefully. "a price."

"You are Roman, everything has a price." he reply cold and laced with bitterness was sure to anger his master, but to Coyote's shock the man slumped into a chair and bellowed out a peel of laughter.

"Let me tell you a secret. I wasn't born a Roman. I was a ordinary guy just like you." Isshin says pointing a long finger at Coyote. "I married into this family. My wife's father took a liking to me and then she."

"Convenient."

"Masaki thought I looked irresistible with a sword in my hand."

"Most men would."

"Let me get to the point. Your victory tomorrow will garner two rewards for you. One is this armor. You are strong minded and hate authority as much as I do." Isshin smiles at the shocked expression. "Two... I think you will fit nicely into my family."

"You are asking me to-"

"You would be the right man for her. A falcon will only submit to a stronger mate."

"Birds should fly free, not be trapped in a gilded cage." With that he left the room headed to his quarters when a flit of activity can be heard across the fountain.

"You haven't recovered yet! You should return to bed."

"Oi! I'm not dead! I'm only going for a walk." Ichigo stomped away from the attendants determined to go for a ride on her prize stallion. All the attention was getting to her. She should have guessed that Grimmjow guy would retaliate. Ichigo already got an earful from Kenpachi, he was expecting her to train with him all day tomorrow. To make matters worse the servants kept whispering about Coyote carrying her into the main house like she was some princess. "I'm fine!"

"You should listen to them." Coyote's calm voice echoed across the vestibule with his steps.

"Fuck off!" she replied quickly then realized who she said it too. It was too late, he was already lifting her off the ground and over his shoulder. "Let go of me, you bastard!"

"Be good." Giving her a smack on the bottom he chuckles loudly hearing her curse him to Hades. "You are being difficult."

"W-Who do you think you are!" her voice shrieks loudly as he drops her back on her bed. "Ow!"

"Stay in bed until you are recovered."

"I don't want-"

"Are you always like this?" Coyote asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing deeply at the thin material of her sheer white dress. "Hmm?" he looked at her then, her orange sized breasts drawing in his gaze. The outline of her hardening nipples are tempestuously straining for him to taste.

Most men dismissed her wild personality with disdain. Coyote doesn't seem fazed by her zealous behavior. Ichigo had noticed him... noticing her. With a flick of her eyes, she let him know just that, but her cheeks blazed red and her body reacted with excitement when he leaned over her. "W-What are you doing?"

"Tell me Ichigo..." Coyote lifted the hem of her robe up to his nose catching a hint of her scent. "do you watch me in the arena? Do you watch me sweat... and bleed in battle?"

She sucked in a deep breath over the slow delivery of his seductive words. "I-It is my duty to witness the battles." She lied her ass off. The only fights she watched were his, the only ones that matter are Coyote's. "I do."

"Does it excite you?" he whispered in a low tone electrifying the air around them with a heaviness that builds when his lips lower close enough to touch hers. "Tell me to win for you tomorrow." Oh, he was so very interested in her, but he resents being offered a woman like Ichigo as a reward. "Say the words from your tiny soft lips." The real question in his mind is... is the woman aware of the agreement? "Tell me to win for you."

"W-Win, if you want to!" she barked back, refusing to show him the tenderness he wanted. "It is your win, your loss. If you have no resolve to fight lay there and just die." Ichigo stomped out the door just missing the watchful eyes of her father vanish around the corner.

"Ichigo has no idea about her father's plan."

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Ichigo had never been angrier with her father. Sure she was attracted to Coyote and had a crush on him… but giving her to him as a reward made her feel like a cheap slut. Not to mention she had never had sex before and didn't know what to expect. She heard that it hurt and with someone as strong and ruthless as Coyote, she assumed he would be even rougher.

At the moment she stood in Coyote's one-man quarters worrying fretfully about what was about to occur. Coyote had frozen when he opened the door to his room and saw the lady of the house. He had just gotten back from the baths luckily, so he didn't smell. She was as poised and attractive as ever, but Coyote saw slight nervousness and anxiety in her eyes.

"My lady," Coyote murmured and inclined his head to Ichigo. "May I be so bold as to inquire the nature of your visit?"

Ichigo didn't reply, but instead let the silk robe she wore just slip to the floor. Coyote froze and his eyes roved over her body. She only wore a tight purple camisole for support necessary for her abundant breasts and matching panties that was more string than lace. Her legs were creamy white and long. Coyote could easily imagined them spread apart around his waist or when she was bent in half with her knees pressed up to her chest. He was already rock hard and ready to pounce- something that he hadn't felt for a very long time, if ever.

His suspended animating was quickly broken as he made sure his door was closed and firmly locked. He strode across the room and stopped right in front of her, still staring.

"What did I do to deserve the honor of your company?" He asked, his voice slightly strained from arousal.

She swallowed thickly, but held her chin up with confidence. "My father believes, and I happen to agree, that your performance yesterday in the arena earned you the right to spend some time with a woman."

"And you were chosen to fulfill this instead of another slave?" He asked in a steady voice despite the way his pulse quickened at the thought.

He didn't expect her brow to furrow and glare at him. "Well if you prefer someone else then I will be on my way," she said stiffly. She bent down and picked up her robe and started to move for the door, but he stopped her quickly by reaching out and grabbing her wrist.

She turned her head toward him with a dangerous look in her eye. "You dare to stop me?"

"I never said that I didn't want you, just that I do not believe I am worthy of your attention."

He yanked her to his chest firmly and leaned down just enough for their breath to ghost over each others'. He was a few inches taller than her, but not extremely so and therefore it was comfortable for him to grab a hold of her waist. He lifted her up and she automatically held onto him tightly with her hands and legs.

He slammed her against the wall without any mercy or gentleness. She flinched and inhaled sharply, but any noise she was about to make was swallowed by the gladiator's mouth. He bit at her lips and she flinched slightly at the pain before he soothed it with the lap of his tongue. Ichigo had opened her mouth to the pain and Coyote took advantage of that to explore.

He held his prize firmly as she squirmed ever so slightly but didn't try to pull away. Coyote noted with interest that she was very hesitant and uncertain of what to do with herself. He pulled away and frowned at her slightly.

"Do you find kissing slaves as degrading to someone of your station?" Coyote asked calmly, but there was still heat in his voice.

"What? No!" Ichigo said in slight confusion. "That… was I bad?"

Coyote stared at her, just as confused as she was. "No," he said carefully and truthfully. He pulled Ichigo away from the wall, still holding her with her legs around his waist. He walked over to his bed and set her down onto it with his body caging her firmly.

He didn't waste a second and went straight for Ichigo's neck. She gasped and arched her back, her erect nipples pressing against his bare chest through her camisole. He moved his strong, calloused hands over her waist, sliding the camisole up as well.

Ichigo groaned as her breasts were exposed. Never before had anyone seen them before except for her servants who were all female. Now Coyote was pulling her camisole over her head and tossing it aside carelessly. He sat back on his heals to study her and she blushed slightly.

"Aren't you going to get on with it, Coyote?" Ichigo said, a little bit more harshly than she intended.

Coyote's eyes flashed and it was the first time that Ichigo had ever really seen anger in them.

"That's not my name," he growled and grabbed a hold of her panties to rip them off in sheer strength.

"It's the name you were given and what you go by now," Ichigo said firmly, but not unkindly. Coyote still didn't like it however.

"My name is Starrk!" He hissed and hooked his hands underneath Ichigo's knee and pressed them upward. He admired her flexibility for a moment before leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Hold your legs up so I can taste you or else I will be forced to skip the play time."

Ichigo swallowed around the lump in her throat and reached up to hold on to her own legs. "Very well… Starrk."

Starrk's gray eyes flashed in pleasure and he rubbed his nose against Ichigo's temple before moving down. He flicked his tongue against one of her nipples and she shuddered in pleasure. Then he moved down even farther and was pleased to note that her hair color was natural.

He nuzzled her soft orange curls and smirked at the sound of her breath hitching. He parted her folds with his thumb and pressed his tongue against her clitoris. She cried out and twitched, the hands holding her legs up twitching. She had never felt pleasure like that before, not even when she pleasured herself.

Starrk savored her taste and moved down a little more to explore her opening. He blinked as he circled her vaginal entrance and pulled away slightly to feel with his fingers. He stared for a moment with a frown and then glanced up at her and moved in a fluid, graceful motion to braced his hands on either side of her head.

"Why would a virgin noble like yourself come to a gladiator for sex?" Starrk asked with narrowed eyes and bared teeth. "I am forced to fight, forced to kill others, forced to win because I am a slave. I have not fallen so far as to whore my body for sex," he practically spat.

Ichigo froze as his words registered in her mind. Her expression went blank and she shoved Starrk off of her. Starrk's gray eyes watched her with equal parts desire and stubbornness.

He watched as she stood on shaky legs and bent over to grab her robe. His nostrils flared and he gave a low groan in the back of his throat and had to fight the urge to slam his cock into her without any warning. But instead he sat there and watched as she put her robe back on with shaking hands. Then she was gone.

Starrk stared at the door somewhat helplessly as he tried to figure everything out. The Lady Ichigo herself came down to the quarters of a lowly Gladiator like him. She was also a virgin, and had never even really kissed anyone before. She was a very beautiful woman and he was certain that there were no end to suitors for her. So the only reason he could see for her coming down here was if she actually…. Liked him.

Oh. Fuck. He had sent her away and pretty much told her that he wasn't attracted to her whatsoever and that she needed to force slaves to have sex with her in order to do it.

He flew out the door and down the hall, using his superior speed to easily catch up with her. Her eyes went wide with surprise at the sight of Starrk and then the gladiator lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Ichigo hissed and struggled in his grasp. "Put me the fuck down!"

Starrk slammed his door shut once again and locked it before dropping her onto his bed. She opened her mouth to snarl her protests, but he cut her off with a hungry kiss. He ripped off her robe and pried her legs apart to move in between him. He just wore a simple loin cloth that he quickly removed and tossed aside.

Ichigo inhaled sharply at his size but was quickly distracted by the sensation of a finger exploring the rim of her labia. She tensed and reached down to grab his wrist with a glare.

"I'm not some pathetic whore who needs a slave to satisfy me," she snarled and moved to stand but he pushed her back down firmly.

"I do not think of you that way, so be calm. If you're too tense it will hurt you more," he said without blinking, making her swallow thickly in unease. She was still anxious, but that vanished when Starrk rubbed against her clitoris once more. "Say it."

"S-Say what?" Ichigo squirms against the calloused finger rubbing delicious circles around her opening. He can't possibly expected her to think at a time like this. Right?

"You like me." He practically moaned the words in her ear sending a shiver up her spine.

"I-I do not!" she replied with as much indignation as she could muster.

"You do." He growled in frustration when her hands moved in between their bodies and stopped him from thrusting into her. He slid his hand up her body slick with sweat and snagged her hands to pin beside her head. He was trying hard to not be forceful to the point of her unwillingness while still taking what he wanted.

His mouth crushed against hers and she made a pleasured sound against him while kissing back just as lustfully. He pushed his hips forward so his hard cock slipped in between her folds, but she twisted her hips and pulled back before he could move into her further.

Starrk snarled in dissatisfaction and released her hands to grab her hips, but before he could push past her virgin entrance, she did something very unexpected. Her legs locked around his waist and pressed their hips tightly together, but instead of him being pressed inside of her, she made it so he could slide along her mound, but not far enough down that he could slip into her.

She ground their hips together erotically, and Starrk could actually feel her wetness against the length of his cock. He tried to angle his motion to penetrate her, but she kept him just out of reach. He finally reached his limit and scooped her up with one arm and used his free one to guide his cock to her entrance.

She stiffened and her back arched as she felt him breach her for her first time. She inhaled sharply at the burning pain and clawed at his chest while wiggling, having half a mind to yell at him to stop.

Undaunted Starrk pressed deeper into her wet heat. This game of cat and mouse he would win. With her neck bent, eyes shut tight, and body curled deeply, he couldn't help but marvel at her tan skin turning peach. His hand reached out and slid through her soft wild hair down her face to her arched neck. Wrapping his palm around her neck he yanked her toward his lips to devour her as he began to slide in and out of her. He could be gentle later, if she even wanted that, but right now he wanted to claim her.

Ichigo was considering screaming her head off, but she had started this and by gods she wasn't about to back down just because it hurt like hell. He was thrusting into her deep and hard, forcing her to hold onto his shoulders to keep from being knocked off the small bed. She felt like she was on a horse out of control accept she was being rode fast and hard. Starrk's breath was hot against her mouth tugging at her swollen lips, his cock plunging in and out with a merciless rhythm. "I like you." she whispered against his lips freeing the painful tears in her eyes. "I like you, Starrk." Whatever remaining sense of pain she had melted away with the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She felt Starrk pause for a moment and opened her eyes to see him licking off the tears from her face.

"Now was that so hard?" he curled one side of his mouth up into a crooked smile. Pushing her to lay flat against the bed, he shifts slightly inside of her then gives one nudge forward with his hips. He watched her eyes blazing up and mouth dropping open as the new sensation streaks through her. "Oh.. do you like it here?" His hips slide against her again, his cock rubbing just the right spot.

"S-S-Shut-up and fuck me!" she yelled, waving a fist at him. Her hands... soon were fisting the sheets as Starrk thrusts the same place over and over sending wave after wave of pleasure through Ichigo's body. She is moaning and raising her hips to meet his rocking toward an even bigger climax. Shaking, sweating and feeling incredible her body moved quickly, possessed by the need to have more of him.

He can't stop it anymore. Not with those little sounds she is making and the clenching of her pussy around his cock. She is too tight, too hot for him to delay the release tingling up his thighs heading straight to his weeping erection. With one final thrust his cock locks deep inside her, spilling against her velvety walls.

"S-Starrk!" Ichigo leans up, her eyes wide with fear. "You came in me."

"Yeah, that's generally how it's done Ichigo." he mumbles exhausted. Setting his head between her breasts he nuzzles them against his face.

"You came IN me!" She squirms still feeling his cock emptying into her. "What if-"

"Blame Isshin. He told me a few days ago that if I ever got you into bed to make I sure... well you know-"

"W-Why would he do that?"

"He expects strong grandchildren from us." He plays with her right nipple nudging it with his tongue before biting down on it with his teeth. "He is bored and wants a grandchild to play with."

"THAT BASTARD!" Ichigo tried to get up only to feel a fingertip press against her clit. "OH GODS!"

"Yell at him later." Starrk's lips move around her nipple refusing to let go even to speak. "You have at least three more orgasms hiding in there and I'm going to find them."


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