A New Lover for Leda

Leda was bathing in the waterfall located halfway down the mountain when Ichigo appeared. She was aware of him standing on the other side of the pool the waterfall flowed into into but did not acknowledge his presence and made no move to cover herself. She had already been with him a week and was shocked as well as disappointed that he had not yet attempted to have sex with her. Her husband had requested her presence several times. Each time she had refused because she was not ready to see him nor did she have the desire to ever see him again. She assumed her guardian was here to inform her of another call for her. A cry of surprise echoed off the rocky walls behind the waterfall when she felt his large warm hands on her water cooled shoulders. She had grown accustomed to cold temperatures from being with Toshiro; she still missed him.

"Leda, I have to take you to him. It is no longer your choice to go to him. He has commanded me to bring you to him," Ichigo said, obviously unhappy with the order but unable to defy it.

"All right, fine," she acquiesced, stepping out of the flow of cold water. "Let me get dressed."

"It's unnecessary. He would probably prefer you naked," he told her, pulling her against his body that was already soaked from being under the waterfall with her.

Before Leda could even scream in protest much less struggle to free herself from Ichigo's arms, they appeared in the thunder god's bedchamber. Leda no longer considered this room or any part of his mansion hers despite being the Queen. It was only in title and she had never been impressed with titles even as a human. She felt the warmth of Ichigo's body recede from hers, and she did not have to look around to know that he was gone. Her eyes lit on her husband lying on the fur covered bed naked. It became clear why she was here and why clothes were useless.

"Is this a divine demand for sex? No other human or goddess to entice or ravish? Why me?" she inquired, her body beginning to shiver from her state of nakedness. She had dried during the teleportation, but she was still nude and the atmosphere was chilling – more from attitude than air temperature.

"You're still my wife. I still love you," Byakuya said, his voice deep as always and husky with desire at this moment.

"Do you? Do you really?" she inquired, turning away from him and walking to the window.

"Yes, I do," he murmured, getting off the bed to come to her. He had seen her shivering so he brought the fur of a bear to wrap around her and warm her. After enclosing her with his arms to cover her with the fur, he continued to hold her in his embrace.

"How could you? Why did you take him away from me? He was all I had after you abandoned me," she sniffed, allowing her tears to fall.

"You left me no choice. I am still the King of the gods. How can I reign the Heavens if I can't rule one woman, my wife? I did have other, unselfish motives," he told her, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling. She smelled so pure and clean from bathing in Nedas'* waterfall.

"Tell me, dear husband, what were those motives?" she asked her voice harsh and skeptical.

"Your father is old and dying. He's lonely and needs a companion. He needs someone to take care of him. I thought Toshiro would be the best choice to tend to the father you love because you love him as well. I believed I was helping us both, Leda," he whispered, turning her to face him. "I'll bring Toshiro back to you when your father is gone. I'll reinstate his powers and his divinity. By then it won't matter that you had fallen in love with him. Please don't hate me. I need you."

Leda closed her eyes to avoid looking at Byakuya. She felt her throat tighten and her chest constrict. It was hard to breathe. He really had selfless purposes for his actions after all? That would explain why he exiled Toshiro to earth instead of completely terminating him. Her tears flowed faster with the comprehension her father was dying. She had always thought she would be the one there for him in the end. Leaning against her husband with her ear pressed to his heart, she sobbed until there were no tears left.

"I've missed you, Leda," Byakuya spoke softly into her ear. He pressed his lips to hers, waiting patiently for her reaction.

Leda encircled his waist with one arm while her other arm pressed to his heart. The bear skin fell to the floor around their feet, leaving both of their bodies uncovered to rub together skin to skin. Standing on her tiptoes, she pushed her lips against his inviting him to do as he wished. If she were not seeking his comfort, she would be angry with him and herself. He still had the ability to make her feel weak and draw her back under his full control; she presumed this ability to bring anyone under his authority was why he was the King of gods and man.

"Show me you still love me," she challenged him, her eyes meeting and holding his.

"I never stopped loving you. Leda, I can't be what you want me to be. You must love me the way I am," he stated in a hoarse emotion laden voice, pressing his hand against her cheek.

"I'm learning how to love you, my King." She yelped and wrapped her legs around his waist when he picked her up.

"Remember the last time I had you here?" he inquired, sitting her on the windowsill.

"How can I forget? It was our wedding night," she replied, claiming his lips as he claimed her body by entering her. She held onto him, gripping two fistfuls of his silky black hair as he commenced to repeat the pleasurable experience from their honeymoon.

After the first orgasm, Byakuya took her to the bed and continued to make love to her just like he had on their wedding night. When the morning light poured into the room, he was still steadily pushing her to orgasm after orgasm. He rewarded her with his undivided attention the next several days until a war broke out on the earth and he had to tend to that.

Leda was strolling through the gardens when she happened upon a redhead she had not seen in quite some time. It shocked her to see him a short red tunic with a white and gold sash instead of his usual soldier's uniform. She watched him briefly, realizing he was completely unaware of her presence as he stared at nothing in particular while deep in thought. She sat next to him on the marble bench, surprised that he was still did not acknowledge her presence. Touching his shoulder to gain his attention, she jumped when he flinched violently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my Lady," Renji apologized, immediately sliding from the bench to his knees in front of her.

Leda looked at him quizzically from the defeated way he hung his head. She hooked her forefinger under his chin and raised his head so she could see his face.

"Oh, Renji," she gasped upon seeing the tears in his eyes. "What happened?"

"Rukia ended our relationship. She found a human on earth to fall in love with. Kaien Shiba," he remarked with almost comical adolescent disdain in his voice.

"Oh, Renji," she repeated, sliding her arms around his neck.

"My Queen, please don't," he implored her, pulling her arms from around his neck. "I'm already embarrassed and humiliated enough by showing weakness in front of you. Don't make it worse by treating me like a child."

Leda dropped to her knees in front of him, holding his face in her hands as she pressed her lips to his in a tentative kiss. When he did not draw back or push her away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder, more passionately. Her tongue tested the limits by hesitantly pushing between his slightly parted lips. She inhaled sharply and held her breath when his strong hands gripped her waist and pulled her against him. She moaned as he held her lips to his, kissing her like she were his last hope to live. Finally she had to push him away to breathe, her shining gray eyes meeting his dark brown ones.

"I'll treat you like a man then," she murmured in a throaty voice full of longing. Her hand pressed to his bulging crotch making him wince and moan.

"Leda, please," he begged, unsure of exactly what he was pleading for: for her to stop or to continue. She rubbed him and the decision was made; he would definitely not be halting her actions.

Leda undressed the demigod because she wanted to see the tribal markings made by his human family on his body that fascinated her from the first time she had seen him. She greedily stared him with sex hungry eyes as he lay before her in the plush green grass of the garden. He was a tantalizing sight to behold and incredibly aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Her fingers traced the thick black tattoos that covered most of his body. Next she explored every muscle and scar that was defined on his golden skin.

"Leda, my Lady, I need you," he begged her, taking her hand and placing it around his aching member that throbbed and pulsated in her palm.

Leda could not help blushing when she understood that she had inadvertently been torturing him through her curiosity motivated manual examination of his body. She unhooked the gold amulet at her shoulder, allowing the top of her toga to fall to her waist. Gathering the generous folds of her skirt in her hand, she guided him into her as she bestrode his hips. She uttered his name with breathless pleasure when he thrust up at her, driving himself deep into her body. It suddenly occurred to her how much trouble she was prone to get into while taking walks. This would be the second lover she had found while taking a leisurely stroll. Maybe she should lock herself in a room and never go out again – ever.

"Renji!" she howled with pleasure as he held her down on top of him and pushed into her forcefully. However, some things are worth going out for. She clawed the demigod's muscular chest, crying out his name. Since Ichigo's desire for her had cooled and he had become reticent about touching her, she had chosen another lover: one who was as savage and fierce with his passions as she thought he would be.

"Leda," he gasped, sitting up to latch on to her breast like a starving infant.

Leda yelped from the intensity of the suction on her nipple, digging her hands into his long hair that she had released from its bindings. She pulled his hair mercilessly but he did not seem to notice except by thrusting into her more forcefully until she cried out his name. Her lips pressed against his neck to stifle her loud moans of ecstasy as they continued having wild, unrestrained sex. The pleasure was building for both of them leading to an explosive climax. Rising and exploding with force and heat like lava from a volcano, the pleasure spread over every nerve with a searing heat that devastated them physically.

Renji held her to his chest firmly with one arm around her waist while his other hand pressed against her jaw to hold her head still as he kissed her face and neck. He smiled but did not stop kissing her when she sighed with contentment and combed her fingers through his hair. Feeling the emotions welling within him, he swiftly pushed them away. Byakuya would not be lenient with him if he fell in love with the Queen. The Leader god had become socially polite and tolerant of him but could not approach the concept of friendship. Renji was not disappointed because he had never imagined it could go further than civil courtesy despite sweet Leda's pleas with her arrogant husband. At least he was no longer treated like the deity's dog. He had graduated to the treatment he deserved for his position - that of a trustworthy and devoted soldier and head of the royal guard.

Leda kissed his lips to convey her gratefulness to her new lover. Her body still tingled and her heart raced from the bliss he had given her.

"Renji, will you be mine?" she inquired between eager kisses. She shifted in his lap, excitement racing through her when she felt his member growing hard inside of her. The thought of him taking her again made her shudder with stimulation and expectation.

"I'll be yours as long as you want me, my Queen. Just don't forget you can never love me," he said, holding her against him as he stood up.

"Ooooh, your strong," she gasped, kissing him as he sat her on the garden wall behind them that was part of the enclosure surrounding the roses of all colors and sizes. The powerful perfume of the roses filled her nose and her memories of him would forever be tied to that scent. "I won't fall in love if you don't."

"Is that a promise?" he asked, moving inside of her.

"YES!"

Note: Neda (waterfall) – Water Nymph from Greek Mythology