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Warning: Yes, this chapter contains lemon, and with it another couple is confirmed.
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Epilogue 3 – Chivalry Is Overrated
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~Six Years Later~
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She honestly couldn't believe how much he had filled out.
At fourteen they had both been roughly the same size, and thankfully she and Masaki had both grown to their mother's height over the next year. It had felt a bit awkward to look down on her boyfriend, but his growth was more prolonged than hers. It had taken another full year for him to be able to look her straight in the eyes again, but after that seemingly overnight he had grown to his grandfather's five-foot-ten inch frame and the eight inch difference between their heights was suddenly very noticeable.
Not only that, but Sora, unlike his older brother and father, wasn't against learning how to use a sword. He had been determined to learn how to wield one, and naturally Tsukiyomi wasn't about to let anyone else spar with her boyfriend other than her. She knew physically she was far stronger than him, but she tried to hold back as much as she could. That didn't stop her from feeling awful whenever she caught him without his shirt on and could see the giant welts on his otherwise pale flesh from her shinai. They had both thought kendo sticks were the best thing to use initially, but she always seemed to forget that he was only human, even though some of the things he could do couldn't even be done by the most powerful of otherworldly beings.
Now, she could see why he had wanted to. For a naturally long-ranged fighter, his body was unusually sculpted to the peak of human fitness, and she could see the hard sinew ripple under his skin with every movement he made as he dodged and weaved between the hordes of Hollows they were fighting against. He was wearing a long-sleeved dress shirt, like he usually did, but the sleeves were rolled up around his elbows and it was unbuttoned, revealing those muscles for all to see. He was truly a sight to see, a lean, orange-haired man—his hair gelled back like always—with his shirt billowing in the wind, still looking as intelligent as ever in his wire-frame glasses as he flew swiftly through his opponents with a blue blade in his hand. Thanks to their training, even though he still had the athletic look of his father he was bulkier, especially in the muscle department.
With the onset of his growth, naturally his rings had needed to be sized, but he had found a way to make his version of Tsubaki into a sword as well as a projectile, and he used that in conjunction with the buckler-sized Santen Kesshun he could make on his left wrist. He now had a sword and a shield like any knight of old, though his could easily be turned back into their usual forms. He had always been reminded of how different he was from his father and older brother, so he had decided to take advantage of that. They couldn't fight like this, and he could only partially fight like them. The only Quincy techniques he could use were Hirenkyaku and the silver tubes, otherwise his Quincy powers just went to amplify his Shun Shun Rikka abilities. It was thanks to that that he had been able to create the sword-sized Tsubaki, though it didn't take much to shrink down his Santen Kesshun. He was now able to compensate for his inabilities by being able to change from long-range to short-range at will.
She could admire his prowess, and was proud of his strength, even if it was restricted to human limitations. Since he had gone to Soul Society way back when, his soul's aging had already been slowed, so it was only a matter of him wanting to get rid of his body before he joined her in near immortality. It was a waste in her mind to let such a beautiful body degrade, and she had already had her body modified like her parents'. She didn't want to experience old age when clearly her parents hadn't liked it very much. He was a fine specimen of a male, and ever since she had gained her emotions back she had been surprised by how much she could feel her love actually grow over the years.
Her mood soured at that. They had been together since they were fourteen, and now they were both twenty. She damned his chivalry to every hell she could think of more often than she would care to admit, because to this day he still hadn't slept with her, and she had certainly been open to the idea. Every day she saw his body become more refined under their training, her arousal became harder and harder to control. Regardless of getting command back over her emotions, she still edged more to the side of the inner-Hollow no matter what kind of control she gained. It was only thanks to that sense of normalcy that she had been able to restrain herself from ripping off his clothes and simply having her way with him. Had she still been her old self, there wasn't a doubt in her mind she would have done it already. She would have hated herself later, but she would have done it.
She loved him, it had gotten all the more apparent over the years they had been together and she couldn't forget that it had been because of him that she had found her control. That wasn't to say she loved him because she felt indebted to him, but in the back of her mind she would always be grateful he had come to try and save her and her brother that day. She had been around beings that had some of the finest physiques the worlds had ever known, yet she appreciated his far more. Probably because she had been there to help him, watch him grow and harden over time. She could appreciate his concern for his body, and the fact that he was still human made it all the more awe-inspiring. His weapons were the only thing spiritual about him, otherwise every feat he performed was perfectly capable of being performed by another human being, if they had trained as much as he had naturally. That only accounted for when he wasn't flying around with Hirenkyaku; that was one thing he could do with his body that no normal person could.
She could feel her undergarments getting damp and snarled under her breath as she put a fist through the mask of her latest foe. She simply wanted to watch him and nothing else, but the fight they were in with a colony of Hollows made that second on the priority list. She wanted him, why the hell couldn't he see that!? She knew his lineage though, so she doubted he would take her up on her desires unless she had a ring on her finger, unlike nearly every other male in existence. She loved him, chivalry and all, but sometimes it was a royal pain in the ass. She was grateful for it too in a way, because he did know she was more Hollow than zanpakutou or Shinigami, and he always kept in mind that she was more impulsive than anyone was rightfully expected to be. She had always given off the aura of a calm monarch, but since she had gained control of her emotions and hadn't needed to fear expressing herself, he had saved her from embarrassing situations more than once.
If she hadn't fallen in love with him, she would have probably lost her virginity by now, but in the end she was glad she had saved it. She wasn't new to exploring her body, but she wanted him to do it so much more. She felt like she was being left behind.
Her younger twin, the one person on the earth she had a link unlike no other with, had presented herself before their parents with none other than Byakuya Kuchiki at her side. Her father had nearly killed himself laughing, and her mother had, for the most part, covered her mouth to keep from following suit. Obviously the thought of having the older Shinigami as a son-in-law had amused him to no end. Naturally, being called father-in-law by the stoic noble had had the same effect. It was just too funny for words.
It had been better than some reactions. For example, when Rukia had gotten the news she had fainted on the spot, and Renji had nearly choked to death on the food he had been eating. She herself hadn't been too surprised; she and Masaki always talked every night, they were supports for each other, and she knew it was only a matter of time. That hadn't stopped her from grinning like the devil incarnate when she was told the news. With Byakuya a part of the family, she could annoy both him and her sister with no fear of repercussions.
The one thing she looked forward to the most? Getting their kids—whenever that may happen—the loudest, most irritating toys on the planet.
Nevertheless, she was happy for her, she really was. It had been a dream for Masaki ever since she was little, and it had actually come true. They weren't even dating as is the usual term one used in the Living World and Soul Society alike, they were courting. They were, essentially, in the relationship with the intent of marriage. Dating seemed so much more casual a term in comparison.
She wanted Sora to act, and soon. If he didn't, she might. It wasn't usually the woman that did so, but if he wanted to be married before they made love than she was willing to take that blow to her pride. She loved him, and she knew a love like this could only lead to marriage.
With that, a horrible revelation revealed itself to her. What if…his love doesn't match mine?
The thought had never occurred to her before. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it made sense. Maybe it was only his sense of duty that had made him help her all those times, maybe he simply didn't want to touch her, that's why he hadn't made love to her yet. Was it simply his sense of duty that made him stay with her then? Would he be happier with someone else?
She was so distracted by her thoughts she didn't see the giant paw barreling down on her, and in a second she felt her head snap to the side as pain burst through her body, Hierro or not. She felt herself falling to the ground, and with only dimming vision she saw him flying towards her, a look unlike anything she had ever seen before on his face.
Desperation.
"Tsukiyomi!!"
Heh, she thought as she felt herself fading into unconsciousness, no matter how many times I tell him to call me Tsuki, he still forgets every once in a while…
She slumped over just as he reached her, and he caught the lithe body easily. The sight of her blood staining her pristine hair made him clench his teeth, and he carefully set her on the sand before standing straight with every muscle corded with anger. In seconds the wound had been erased from existence, but he had other business to deal with now. With barely-restrained fury he reached up and took off his glasses before glaring at the Hollows with his midnight-blue eyes burning in absolute rage.
With a flash of light his rings were back on his fingers, before in an eerie display of spiritron-enhanced reiatsu, all of his rings floated up to twirl above his right palm. Faster and faster they spun, a miniature vortex over his hand until they stopped dead in less than a second, one ring front and center while the other five spread out like a star around it, reishi pulsing menacingly between them to form a very familiar shape.
The same shape as the Quincy medallion.
"You should consider yourselves lucky, I haven't even shown this to Tsuki yet. Too bad you won't be able to tell anyone about it," he hissed maliciously as his body sparked with power.
"Disappear from my sight!"
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~One Hour Earlier~
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He loved going on walks with her, even if those walks happened to be around the grey, desert background of Hueco Mundo. She liked to get out of Las Noches every once in a while, and after being in the Living World for so long she liked going back simply to go back. He liked how light his body felt, how little difficulty he had doing things since he had started getting trained by her.
She wasn't the easiest instructor, but he knew she wasn't deliberately trying to hurt him any more than she had to. It still stung like nothing else. He was proud of his body now. He had always felt like the odd man out in his family. He was the only one to inherit their mother's godlike abilities, and even though that was amazing, try explaining that to a young child who was the only one different out of all his siblings, not to mention the orange hair. He had never truly gotten over that complex, but that wasn't the reason he trained so hard.
He wanted to look like he belonged by her side.
God, just look at her, he thought as he looked to the side, to his girlfriend. Her ashen hand was in his, and it felt too small and feminine to be holding so much destructive power. He had to admit he liked being taller than her, holding her against his chest was such an experience he couldn't even explain it. It was like he had been designed to fit her. He just wanted to seem like he deserved her, at least physically.
She was gorgeous. That may even be an insult to her, she was breathtaking. As her sister let her hair grow out, Tsuki had decided to cut hers. Her sparkling white hair was almost as short as her father's and it was smoothed behind her ears like her brother's before it flared out into spikes at the back of her head. Her face had lost any childlike fat it might have still held when she was fourteen, and over her year of growth her face angled even more, accentuating her seductively narrow eyes with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. What made her eyes look even more spectacular was their constant state of Hollowization, it added a sense of deadliness that made her all the more attractive. With her newly gained control however, her stoic demeanor wasn't as viciously enforced anymore, and thus her white eyebrows now floated softly over her eyes and not in the near-scowl they were almost constantly in during her younger years. She looked…kind, though he had always known her to be.
When she smiled, god, when she smiled he felt like he was looking at a goddess, something beyond even the princess title she already held.
She had chosen different apparel over the years too, as her fighting evolved and her figure matured. She had taken a page from Yoruichi's book and now wore tight flexible pants whiter than even her skin that was outlined with black around it's borders like any typical Arrancar wear. Unlike her sister, who had chosen to show off her impressive cleavage openly through her kimono, Tsukiyomi had chosen to cover her equally abundant chest. It was covered, but that didn't mean it wasn't being showed off. Her shirt—if it could be called that—consisted merely of skintight white material that came to just under her breasts and nothing more, and she wore a white and black jacket over that that barely came to her midriff, exposing her trim stomach for all to see. Since she had the same tastes as him, as was even more surprising, the sleeves of said jacket were always rolled up. It was never-ending torment for him.
A punk princess more beautiful than the most highly renowned model in the Living World, who was constantly wearing clothes that showed off every aspect of that dangerous beauty. She practically radiated warnings that any lesser creature that dared touch her would die very painfully. Yet, through all that she still held herself with the poise of a calm regent, even though she looked the part of what could only be described as a rebel. Rebel may have not been the right word, just a woman who was confident enough to dress 'down' and still act like she was wearing fine jewels. Her zanpakutou was strapped securely to her side and she looked every bit the proud warrior she was, unlike the unassuming Masaki who was absurdly powerful but still looked like she wouldn't know what a sword was if she didn't constantly have one on her person.
It was almost painful to look at her. He felt so abysmally inadequate compared to her sanguine beauty. He knew it was a ridiculous reason to train as hard as he had, but in his mind it was very important and that was all that mattered. He wanted her to look at him with the same pride he looked at her with.
They had been together all through the height of his puberty, and keeping his arousal down had been hard enough then. It would seem that even after that stage of life was supposed to be over with he still struggled with keeping his body under control around her. She was so…magnificent, and she was with him. In Hueco Mundo that couldn't be objected to, but as soon as they tried to make it anything official in the lifelong sense, he knew he was in for nothing short of hell. He knew they could smell the difference of scent in virgins, and he knew once they took that last step he was going to have to fight. He didn't mind if she fought with him, but he didn't want to be the one sitting on the sidelines, lounging about while his 'partner' went and fought for them. He still had his pride.
That's why he had held off for so long, though with every passing day it got worse and worse. He could see the confusion in her eyes every time he pushed away her advances, and it gnawed at his stomach like a bad case of food poisoning. He wanted to be with her, the thought barely ever left his mind, but he wanted to be strong enough to defend her when the time came. He knew technically she wasn't an Arrancar, but she was going to be treated like one, and did expect to be treated like one. He was going to fight for her, and he finally felt like he was ready.
He had found his trump card, the ability truly born from the power of phenomenon rejection itself mingled with the Quincy blood flowing through him. He had found his true power at last, not the mere imitations of his mother. He was a Quincy fairy-wielder, and as unthreatening as that would seem at first glance, he would show them what that meant.
Las Noches was still visible in the distance, but he could feel the tingle of reiatsu around them, far more strongly than before. He cursed under his breath.
"You feel that?"
She gave him a sidelong glance and smirked, which inevitably caused him to gulp at her picturesque poise. "You mean you only felt it now?" she taunted jokingly.
He knew she was joking, but he couldn't stop the shame that instantly burned in his chest. He was much better than his brother at hiding his emotions, he always had been, and at least he knew she couldn't tell what was going on inside him like most women seem to be innately capable of doing.
She may not have been able to see it in his eyes, but his hesitancy to respond told her more than that ever could. "Hey, I was joking. You know that right?"
He adjusted his glasses out of habit. "Yeah, I know it." His voice was lacking his usual enthusiasm though. With a flourish of his hand and a cry of, "Kouten Zanshun, I Reject!" Tsubaki had taken off from his finger and exploded into the nearby sand dune, where the telltale traces of a Hollow evaporating floated up. Just like that his ring was back on his finger and Tsukiyomi stepped forward with her sword drawn.
"We can tell the difference between an ambush and a colony you know. You might want to work on those hide-and-seek skills."
The sand shot up all around them, and just like that they were fighting.
He had to admit, he didn't mind the violence, in fact he actually enjoyed fighting as long as she was around. He was well trained, both by his parents and his girlfriend, and he knew how to handle himself in almost any situation. With a simple incantation he had his sword and shield equipped and was slashing and dashing through the hordes aimed at him.
She seemed oddly distracted by something as she fought, but he could only tell that because of how long he'd been around her. Had anyone else been looking on, they would have only seen a cream-white demigoddess easily annihilating any that came near her.
He shrugged it off; she was more than any of their foes could handle, and more than he could handle in more ways than one. He felt his pulse jump, and not because of the fight he was in, and groaned lightly. He didn't want to put it off any longer, he had finally mastered his special art, and if he waited any longer Tsuki might just decide she'd had enough. That thought scared him to no end.
Tonight, definitely tonight I'll…
Even his dull human senses heard the hit, and as his eyes peered over the only thing he saw was Tsukiyomi Kurosaki, one of the strongest people he had ever known, the kindest, most beautiful woman who had chosen him above all people to be with her, fall to the ground with a trail of blood flowing from the wound on her head.
His pulse was all he heard. He might have shouted her name as he rushed to catch her, but he couldn't hear it. He caught her quickly, saw her unfocused eyes flutter closed as she went limp, and white hot fury erupted inside him. He set her down and with two words anything that might have been wrong with her other than the visible wound was erased. His muscles were trembling, his entire body was so tightly wound it took all of his self-control to raise his hand calmly to take off his glasses.
No words were spoken, but by some signal his rings had flown off his hands and were now circling over his right palm, charging with the dense reishi of Hueco Mundo. He was a Quincy. He was a Quincy with powers that overstepped the realm of laws and physics, of science and magic, of reality in its entirety.
And finally, he had found a way to fuse them.
He knew his Quincy abilities couldn't simply be lying dormant, couldn't be as simple as helping him strengthen his fairies. He could feel reishi, could use it to some degree, but he couldn't figure out why he couldn't form the bow that came so easily to all his siblings.
He had found his answer.
The rings stopped dead, each ring a point on the glowing symbol they had formed.
"You should consider yourselves lucky, I haven't even shown this to Tsuki yet. Too bad you won't be able to tell anyone about it," he hissed maliciously as his body sparked with power.
"Disappear from my sight!"
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Tsukiyomi Kurosaki was never one to stay unconscious for long. She probably would have woken up even with the wound on her head, but since that was no longer there she awoke even faster than usual, and it wasn't to the painful throbbing she had expected in her head.
Instead, it was to the cries of purification all around her. Blue light danced around the area like fireworks and it took her a little while to focus in on the scene. There were huge skids in the ground, like an enormous burst of energy had vaporized all in its way, and it had been fired more than once. The flashes of light continued, and finally she looked over to where she felt her boyfriend's presence and stopped cold.
His pants were still in place, but his shirt had disappeared, and in its place was a uniform unlike anything she had ever seen, though she recognized the symbol on the back of the white jacket easily. It was the Quincy cross. His left arm was completely covered in the sleeve of the jacket, but the right only had a shoulder protector and otherwise left the arm uncovered. A belt with a long flap covered in linear designs swayed softly over his left leg, and his right arm had a strange glove only covering a few of his fingers on it.
That was when she saw the bow.
It was what was connected to the left sleeve of the jacket, and not only that, but it was formed by the Santen Kesshun. She would recognize the reiatsu of his blue shield anywhere. But that wasn't what had her attention, no, that was held by the glowing blue wing extending over his left shoulder, aflame with reishi. It wasn't hard for her to figure out what it all was. She had thought he couldn't use the powers of the Quincy, but this…she was sure that she had been told about this.
This was the Quincy's final form…and it had been invoked with the Shun Shun Rikka.
Tsubaki flew around his right hand while he aimed his bow with his left, and when he found a target, lines of spiritrons shot out from the flaming wing and into the gloved hand to fuse with the flying fairy to make an arrow. With an easy motion he had notched the arrow and fired, and just like that the landscape was changed. It was a terrifying power. No smoke steamed from the trail of destruction, it was like not even the landscape itself knew it had just been hit. It was as if everything that was hit was simply…erased. She knew that couldn't be the case, because that had been why the Soul Reapers had killed off the Quincy race in the first place, and Sora was perfectly capable of purifying Hollows. That was what the fairies were for.
That was when it hit her. They were being purified, but in the way of Rejection. Tsubaki was the arrow even in this form, so they were being purified even if the evidence seemed to show otherwise. The amount of power though, it was simply astonishing.
If she remembered correctly though, the thing that happened after a Quincy had gone to their final form was…
The noise died down, and when she looked around she saw they were alone again, and he was back to normal, albeit without a shirt. Even his rings were back on his fingers, like nothing had ever happened.
Not even she, normally calm and stoic Tsukiyomi, could calm her wide eyes. "S-Sora…?"
He squatted down beside her and smiled as he put back on his glasses, though she could see the remnants of tears brimmed in his eyes as he stroked her short hair. "Thank goodness you're awake. When I saw you fall…I…I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
She couldn't hold his gaze. She could hear his heartbeat if she focused, but it was too erratic from the previous battle for her to be able to tell if he was lying or not. She couldn't get it out of her head that he had saved her out of some sense of responsibility. She sat up and brushed herself off instead of voicing that. "What did you do? What…was that?"
He grinned just like the teen she remembered falling in love with. "My power. Souken was talking to me once and he mentioned how he could attune himself to other's reiatsu and Reject them even though he was a Quincy. It got me to thinking if it was merely my state of mind that made the Shun Shun Rikka my first ability and not the Quincy reishi-manipulation powers of my brothers and sisters. Maybe I could use those powers more than I realized.
"I found the balance, Tsuki; I can keep myself from losing all my powers because of the Souten Kishun constantly healing me into the state right as I transform, my Santen Kesshun is my bow and my shield, and the Kouten Zanshun is my arrows. I'm nearly invincible when I'm like that, though I haven't figured out how to keep it up for longer than a half-hour. A pain in the butt if you ask me. I wanted it to be a surprise but…I couldn't let them get off that easily."
She forced a grin. "Thank you for saving me."
Normally he would have glowed from just her simple thanks, so she was surprised when his nimble hand had caressed down her cheek as he looked into her eyes worriedly. "Is something wrong? You seemed a bit distracted during the fight, and even now you don't quite seem like yourself."
Inwardly, she chuckled bitterly. How was it he could see right through her so easily and yet he couldn't see that she wanted him? "What do you think of me, Sora?"
Of all the things she could have said, this was the least expected. "Wha…I…um…huh?"
"You don't mind being around me, holding my hand…kissing me…" He swore he could see her pale flesh turn red as she said that. "You fly off the handle when I get hurt, you're human yet you still prefer to be here with me than in the Living World with people better for you, but why!? Why do you do it? I love you, I want to be with you… I want you to touch me! Do you not feel the same way!?"
Her slim eyes widened when she was forced to the ground and all of a sudden a pair of lips she knew all too well were on hers, desperate, needy, forceful. He had never kissed her like this, and his body was flush over hers as he did so. She moaned raggedly as he assaulted the white lips hiding the healthy pink inside and all too soon even that was being ravaged by his tongue. He had thrown off his glasses beforehand, so they weren't digging into her, but another piece of his anatomy was, and it sent fire through her. He was aroused! He wanted her!
She gasped for air as he pulled away but just as quickly grabbed his neck to bring him back to her. She loved him, she loved what he did to her with the smallest of gestures, she damn-well loved him and if he thought he was getting away this time then he was sadly mistaken. She had never wanted him so badly before, and she kissed him in a way that told him that. She had never felt like this, and it sent wonderful shivers through her. The unknown, that fear of the unknown before it was discovered. She loved that feeling. When he pulled away she groaned brokenly, praying that he wasn't pulling away again.
"Of course I love you," he said as he tried to even his labored breathing. That had been…indescribable. Her smile this time wasn't forced, and it made his body warm in happiness. She truly was magnificent when she smiled. "I love you so much, but I had to think of our future. When we…" he turned bright red and cleared his throat, "um…I mean…I wasn't going to be with you until I knew I could fight for you, because I wasn't going to be with you unless we were going to be together…forever, you know?" He was startled by the sight of her tears, and it looked like she didn't know whether she wanted to smile or cry.
"Are…are you saying that the only reason you wouldn't touch me…is because when you did you already knew you were going to fight for me? I could have easily—" She was cut short when he put a finger over her lips, but his midnight-blue eyes were looking off to the side, both embarrassed and hurt.
"I know you could have easily fought for us and won. That wasn't the point. I wanted to be able to fight for you, by you, with you. I wanted to be strong enough that you could look at me with the same pride I have when I look at you. I hate those stupid remarks everyone makes when they see me with you, I want to look like I belong with you! I have my pride too ya know!"
His rebel princess, his snow white goddess merely looked up at him with understanding as she smiled and ran her hand down the side of his face gently. "You goddamn idiot, of course I know that. I just…I never thought you took those people seriously. I love you don't I? Isn't that all that matters?"
He took her hand in his with kind but firm pressure. "I know that's all that matters, but you can't look at it from my perspective. You're the princess of Hueco Mundo, you're right at the top. You're loved by everyone, feared, respected. To them, I'm just a lowly human, not even a Quincy. I knew you would fight for us, but it just made me feel like I was being exactly what they thought I was. I love you, Tsukiyomi; I want to be able to fight for you too! I don't care if we fight together, I just don't want to be left behind."
She grinned seductively as she leaned up, just centimeters away from his face. She could feel his hot breath, and licked her lips hungrily right in front of him, earning a gulp that made his Adam's apple bob while sweat dribbled down his neck. He looked good enough to eat. "You are so damn lucky I understand where you're coming from. I have my own pride too, and if you had waited any longer, I wouldn't have." She pressed her knee up into his crotch for emphasis, and even in that dangerous position he chuckled.
"I know this is long overdue, but…"
"If you ask whether or not I want to then I really will knee you right here," she warned in mock annoyance.
He chuckled again. "Just checking."
In seconds he had picked up her small body and Hirenkyaku had them to her citadel in almost the same amount of time. Tsukiyomi obviously appreciated his line of thinking, because within moments of being set down she had already shrugged her jacket from her body and leapt back onto him with her arms firmly around his neck and her legs around his waist before she proceeded to throw off his glasses and continue their hungry kisses of earlier. She was surprisingly light, but he wasn't the weakest human around anymore, and he had no trouble keeping her aloft as they kissed.
He could feel her heat even through her pants, though arguably they weren't much more than a second skin anyway. It drove him crazy and she didn't hesitate to grind herself on the hard flesh under his pants, which nearly caused him to drop her. His shirt had already been destroyed so he kicked off his sandals and thanked God he hadn't worn socks with them. It was supposed to be just a leisurely walk at the time after all. Right now he didn't want to separate from her for even a second.
She hummed happily into his mouth as his hands dragged over her sides heatedly, caressing what was bare and even what wasn't. She loved the tingles that flowed through her when his hands brushed the sides of her breasts. Way back when Kin had made fun of Masaki for her 'underdevelopment' but now both she and her fraternal twin had more than made up for that. She was proud of her large bust, and it was apparent that Sora liked it too.
He pulled at the bottom of her shirt and she was all too happy to release him for that one moment so he could pull it over her head and throw it to the side. He had always had a nagging suspicion because of how tight her shirt was, but for some reason he had never expected to see her perfect chest totally exposed once he took off her shirt. Her naked breasts were firm and proportioned, with dusky off-white nipples that were already small and hard. For a second he was just struck motionless, staring at her. It was the first time he had ever seen her even half-naked, probably because he was worried about what he might do if he had ever seen her before he was ready, and she was even more beautiful than he had imagined.
Tsukiyomi grinned devilishly and squeezed her ample cleavage tauntingly. "Like what you see?"
He made a noise somewhere in the back of his throat that sent shocks up her spine. "You have to ask?"
Now both clad in only their pants, he started feverishly kissing her again, trailing from her mouth, down her jaw and all over her collarbone as she ran her hands through his hair in encouragement. He had waited so long to do this, and she was clearly enjoying the treatment. He couldn't even find a scar on the impenetrable Hierro, her skin was as perfect as she portrayed herself to be. He nearly groaned when her hands started exploring the hard muscle of his back, and her touch was so gentle he was feeling it all the more acutely, like she knew that his skin would tighten and sensitize itself to feel it better because of the ghostlike strokes.
They fell to her bed and she laughed lustfully as they bounced before his fingers were massaging the waistband of her skintight pants. With an eager smile she lifted her hips, and it was probably only thanks to the force of his desire that he was able to strip off those pants in one pull, revealing probably the skimpiest set of panties he had ever seen. He was so hard by now it was getting ridiculous, and it was made even worse by the damp spot he could clearly see on them.
"God, Tsuki, do you wear those all the time?" he rasped.
She grinned again before ripping off the damp material and discarding it off to the side. "Of course not." She saw him almost release his sigh of relief, so with a wicked grin this time, she leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Sometimes I don't wear panties at all."
He nearly choked at that mental image. When he looked down he saw a much better image though: the love of his life, a goddess in her own right, sprawled beneath him completely nude with her short white hair mussed and flared over the sheets. "You are so beautiful…"
The devilish grin she had been wearing melted into one of sweet love and if he didn't know any better he would say she was actually blushing, though she hadn't at all so far even bereft of clothing. "A-Are you going to look at me all day or are you going to join me? You're overdressed." His eyes widened before he started fumbling with the button to his pants, but before he could her hands were on his. "On second thought, allow me."
He could hear his heartbeat thundering in his eardrums as she deftly undid his pants, and after only a moment's hesitation she pulled both them and his boxers down at once. His erection pointed proudly at her, free of its confines, and he had never felt more embarrassed in his life. He wanted to make love to Tsukiyomi, but at the same time he was a virgin, it was only natural that he feel like he did after finally being naked with the woman he loved. Scrutiny was a terrible thing, one feared by everyone regardless of race and gender. He was confident, but it was her reaction that mattered.
He was caught completely off-guard when she actually looked bemused. He could feel the blush wanting to rise all over his body. Right then he wanted to get as far away from her as he could, but then she looked up at him and grinned. "How did I not feel that all those other times we kissed? You must have some impressive self-control, Sora Ishida, to keep that down." She was trying to make a joke, but that was what she had taken to doing whenever she got scared since she had gained all her emotions back. He was a lot bigger than her, in every way, and though her regular pride and confidence may not allow her to show it, she was just as much of a virgin as he was. She was…scared.
Relief flew through him and he let loose the breath he had been holding. She really knew how to scare a guy. "You certainly made it a hard battle, I will say that." He wasn't used to having his own humor turned on him, but he was glad she could still make jokes. It wouldn't be good for her if she was too tense, he knew that much. He gasped when he saw she had reached forward uncertainly and grasped his engorged sex in her small hand.
He was frozen on the spot as she started pumping her hand, gauging his reactions with curiosity. "This is supposed to feel good, right?" she asked hesitantly.
She was being careful of her strength, he knew that was for certain, but she wasn't gripping it too tightly either. When she rubbed her palm over the tip and spread the fluid gathering there, his knees trembled. "Yeah…" he breathed out. It did feel good, really good. He had thought he sensed hesitancy in her, but just like Tsuki, she wasn't one to let fear keep her at bay for long. He quickly pulled away when he saw her lean forward as she licked her lips, and he could see the confusion in her eyes.
"That's supposed to feel good too, isn't it?"
He breathed in heavily. God she looked too damn sexy right then, and his male instincts were completely ignoring the fact he was a virgin, they were running on a primal course that was very simple to understand. Not even an Ishida was immune to hormones. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. This is our first time, we'll have plenty of time later." That, and just seeing her ready to do something like that had almost made him burst right there.
He knelt back down on the bed and slowly leaned in to kiss her, and she was happy to reciprocate. He would take it slow, he didn't want to hurt her any more than he had to.
She could feel the uneasiness in her body melt away under the passion he was reigniting in her. Something different than anything she had ever felt before had flowed through her as she watched him try to hide his feelings as she pleasured him, and it wasn't something bad at all. She had been wet before, but now she could really feel it.
Her skin tingled as he made his way down her neck once again, and she inhaled sharply when she felt that he wasn't going back to kiss along her shoulders, instead he was continuing down. Her arms tensed automatically when his kisses reached her breasts, and her breathing was quickly becoming erratic. When he kissed one of her nipples she cried out at the shock that went through her, and then he went to her other one and did the same thing, turning the peaks already hard into diamonds. He tortured her bust with his tongue and lips, and she could do nothing but ask for more. She had played with herself before, but this was something entirely different.
She tensed when she felt his hand at her sacred area, but only for a second. She trusted him, she loved him. She had wanted this for so long, she couldn't be scared now. With a kind smile she opened her legs to allow him better access, and when he ran his fingers over her wetness her back arched in her surprise. She had never expected to feel it that strongly. He returned to her breasts as he carefully rubbed her folds, and she whimpered at the sudden ferocity of the pleasure that assaulted her. It had never felt that good when she had done it herself. When he started to rub and knead her breasts solely, she practically turned to jelly. Where on earth did he learn to do that!?! Each jolt resulted in her womanhood throbbing even more than before, and she knew what it wanted. Him.
It felt so good, her entire body felt too impossibly good. If she had known it would be this good she would have let him do it a long time ago. Well, actually, she had tried to get him to do it a long time ago, so she allowed herself to relinquish control to the amazing feelings in her body now that he was doing it. Without her knowledge her legs started rubbing together, trying to alleviate the terrible itch of her wet sex.
"Lower…please…!" He wasn't one to say no to a request like that, so he made his way back down with one hand, mesmerized by the firm muscles under her soft skin as he rubbed over her. She moaned in relief when he trailed over the finely trimmed white hair and rubbed the bundle of nerves aching for attention below it, succeeding in both easing her itch and making it worse at the same time. She gasped when she felt one of his fingers push past her dripping folds and she thrust her hips down, trying to get him even deeper. It felt wonderful, even if he was clearly inexperienced. She wasn't one to talk, and she knew it could only get better with time.
Sora had never felt anything like it. She was so hot and wet inside, and gripping his finger with desperate longing. If this was how tight she was just around his finger, he had to make sure she was more ready. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her during what was supposed to be a pleasurable act. She moaned and squirmed as he moved his finger inside her, and the look on her face when he added another finger was something any man would give his left arm to see. She was so wet, and even free of his clothing his erection was throbbing painfully just from looking at her.
She made a high noise of protest when he stopped, but she was greatly aroused when she felt him kissing his way down her body. She had never known so much of her could be responsive other than the obvious, but he was making it perfectly clear that he loved every snow white inch. Her whole body trembled when she felt his breath against her slit, and even though she tried to prepare herself, nothing could have readied her for the sensation of his tongue on her. Her mouth had gone dry almost instantly, and every nerve seemed attuned to his pace as he experimented between licking and delving into her. She could feel her stomach muscles convulsing, could feel the coil winding lower deep within her as the sensation started inward and flowed out until it bounced back and hit her even harder. Her mind was zeroing in on that one area between her legs, but before she fell she remembered something, and it brought her back to some sense of lucidity. She hated that she had to pick then of all times to remember something like that, but she couldn't deny her annoyance.
"Lie…down." She ordered as she panted and pushed his head away from her, in spite of every single protest her body was making. He looked at her in confusion as he licked his lips and savored her taste, and she felt herself throb again. God, when did he become so sexy!? She knew the answer to that, but for some reason she still wondered.
"Did I do something wrong?"
She nearly hit herself. Of course he would think something like that. One wasn't usually pushed away in the middle of something that felt that amazing. Still, even if she was nervous, she had been willing to do it too, and he had pushed her away. She wasn't going to let him get away with that.
"Yes, you did," she replied, her tone nothing more than a sultry hiss. "Now lie down." He did as she said, still wondering what it was he could have done wrong, and she eyed the large shaft pointing proudly into the air with appreciation. If he was feeling even half the itch she had earlier, than he had held himself back admirably, and she could tell just by looking at it that he was. She crawled over and grasped him firmly, reveling in his broken gasp as she turned to look at his face. "Wasn't it you who said we would have plenty of time later? Why should I listen to someone that can't even take their own advice?" She punctuated that with a lingering lick of his throbbing erection from base to tip, never once taking her eyes of him. It tasted salty, but not bad enough for her to dislike it. In fact, she could get used to it on a regular basis.
He should have known better than to try and put restrictions on Tsukiyomi Kurosaki, and goddamn if that wasn't the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He saw her shapely behind right near him and realized why she had asked him to lie down. He may be a virgin, but he certainly wasn't stupid, and he would be lying if he said he hadn't read up on what to do. She yelped when he grabbed her legs and lifted her thighs over either side of his face, once again putting his hot breath on her womanhood, and her body lurched forward at the sudden feeling of his tongue on her again, pressing his hardness against her. She could definitely get used to this.
His tongue was putting a haze of bliss over her mind, and she returned the favor with zeal, engulfing him in her mouth and rolling her tongue over his sensitive head. She felt his legs jerk unwittingly and would have smiled had her mouth not been otherwise occupied. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had feared, even expected, and she found she actually liked it.
Her mouth was so warm, and she was doing things with her tongue he hadn't known was possible. Even as he probed her nether-regions with his tongue, even her taste aroused him. She hummed happily when he hit a particularly sensitive spot and he thrust into her mouth on impulse at the unexpected and unbelievable feelings that invoked. He could feel that hum through his entire body, and it had been hard enough to hold off when he had simply been trying to please her only. He licked deeper while he inserted a finger into her wetness, and another content moan purred out from her throat. It was indescribable. He could feel her mouth convulsing around him as she tried to suppress her gag reflex and nearly lost it. She had no idea what she was doing to him.
His heart was racing, his mind felt numb, his toes were losing feeling and it felt like his whole body was preparing for an explosion. His nerves were on fire, the constant bliss was something they were unused to and it was only thanks to his hereditary self-control that he had been able to hold off as long as he had in the first place. She was pumping with her hand what she couldn't reach with her mouth and it was absolutely incredible. He could feel it coming, and hoped she was as close as he was.
Nearly mindless with need he locked his lips over her clit and gave a hard suckle, which caused her to involuntarily swallow him as far as she could as her climax rippled through her without warning. With a strangled groan he gave in after her and the explosion his body had been preparing for shocked his body with breathtaking euphoria as he licked up her release. She had felt it coming, and she swallowed as much as she could before it dribbled out of her mouth while her mind went blank from the feeling of both her own climax and the feeling of his. She actually liked how he tasted, it was Sora.
They were both left panting for breath as their heartbeats tried to return to regularity but right then they were both in another world, still reeling from their first orgasms together. Tsuki tried to pull herself together and licked the remnants off her lips lustfully. God she wanted him and she wanted him right then! He was still painfully hard, and that only proved to turn her on more. She shakily removed herself from over his face and her legs nearly buckled on her as she turned back around to face him, smoothing her hair back behind her head and thus showing off her impressive breasts as she did so. She looked so beautiful he couldn't even comment on what they had just done.
Suddenly she had bounced forward and clasped her arms around his neck and kissed him with the passion he had come to love from his Tsuki. They could both taste themselves on their lover's lips but it didn't bother them in the least as they lay together, so close and yet so far from becoming one. At that point nothing could bother them, if anything it made them more aroused.
"You're incredible, Tsukiyomi…" he whispered lovingly as he stroked his hand over her white hair. Those Hollowized eyes he loved softened with care as he looked at her and she kissed him slowly, drawing out his tongue to tangle with hers in a sweet embrace.
She smiled warmly when they broke apart and laid her head on his chest. "No, I'm yours."
He couldn't help but smile at that as he rubbed her back softly. His heart had inflated with pride and adoration at those two simple words. Women aren't the only ones with insecurities, and she always knew exactly how to calm his somehow, even when it was the furthest thing from his mind. He loved her too much for words alone to be able to express it. "And I'm yours," he whispered as he tried to stop from choking up. She really didn't know what a few little words could do to him, especially ones as special as those.
Again, she graced him with one of her brilliant smiles but this time she scooted up and rubbed back against the rock hard flesh pressing up behind her. "Let's make it official."
When he nodded she sat up on his waist, his erection pressing between the cleft of her ass, and lifted herself up to position him. She was so wet and she knew she was ready now. She moaned when the tip brushed over her sensitized sex and slowly lowered herself. She winced as the large head penetrated her virgin folds but gasped at the same time. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt, and it felt wonderful! She knew there was one last obstacle before they were joined completely, and so she bit her lip and dropped herself down, fully sheathing him within her in one quick thrust.
Her breath flew out of her like she had been punched in the stomach. He felt even larger inside her, and she felt so full it was like she could hardly breathe. The pain was there too, she had expected that, but it was a sharp pain that had quickly dulled into a throbbing sense of discomfort. She could feel him stretching her, could feel her muscles contract around him and spasm as he stayed still yet rubbed never before used nerves that were slowly overriding the discomfort she was feeling. She took a few deep breaths in and tried to let herself relax, but all she could feel was his erection within her, and she got tighter on instinct.
The haze was coming on again, but this time it was even stronger. Her body was thrumming with slow-building pleasure and God help her she wanted more. She could see Sora's muscles tight against his skin as he swallowed heavily. He was clearly keeping himself from moving though she could tell that was all he wanted to do.
They were finally one.
She forced her trembling legs to obey her and raised herself up, tearing a moan from her throat as those newly-ignited nerves were stroked before falling down and impaling herself on his manhood again. Sora's breathy moan reached her sensitive ears and she smiled as she started a pace, the pleasure quickly overriding all sense of reason she might have had left.
He filled her so completely, fit her so perfectly. He felt amazing in her as his length rubbed places she hadn't even known she had before then as she bounced on him and her cries of bliss went unadulterated by inhibitions. It was better than she had ever imagined, better than anything she had ever felt by herself, and it was made all the more pure by her love. They were finally making love.
He pushed into her as hard as he could, desperate for more friction as she ground herself against him. She was so incredibly tight it took his breath away, and the silken sheath of his lover wrapped around him in a hot, wet embrace that he never wanted to leave. His skin was tingling with pleasure, his mind was unaccustomed to the otherworldly sensations and all he could think of was her.
"More!! More…!!"
That was too much for him, and in an instant he had her on her back with him above her. Her Hollowized eyes looked up at him amusedly before they closed in rapture as he thrust into her deeply, quickly accelerating to a speed faster than she had been able to go. She cried out her approval as she locked her ankles behind his waist and seeing her below him, naked and moaning as her breasts bounced in tune to his thrusts was incredibly arousing.
She couldn't stand it, he was hitting new places in her, sparking new nerves within her with unrelenting ferocity and she was loving every minute of it. He knew she wasn't going to break, and he wasn't afraid to give it to her as hard as she demanded. That feeling deep in her belly was growing again, she could feel it coming and she wanted it so badly. Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders as she sought more contact and he kissed her with an intensity that had her seeing stars. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and rubbing her nipples tortuously along his flesh, and the combined stimuli was too much for her overactive brain to handle. She wanted one thing and she had to get it, she felt like she was going to go crazy if she didn't.
"Tsuki…I'm…"
"Yes! Yes! Don't stop!!" That was what she wanted! She knew it, she was so close!
He slipped a hand between their joined bodies to rub her clit and her mind went blank as she tensed around him, convulsing uncontrollably as her orgasm rocked through her and his filled her up. It was such an amazing feeling, she was glad she was on contraceptive instead of making him wear a condom. She felt so full inside, and he was still hard.
He hadn't been able to hold off any longer, and when her inner muscles started contracting like they had he had fallen off that edge. She was still gripping him, tightly holding herself against his body as he held her too and collapsed on top of her, being sure not to crush her and accidentally pushing himself even deeper inside her.
Their heavy breathing was all they heard as they stared into each other's eyes, fully aware of what they had just done. They had finally made love.
"I'm yours, now and forever," he said breathlessly as he brushed back her sweaty hair and smiled.
"And I'll always be yours," She replied, just as out of breath as he was.
But the night was far from over.
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~A Few Months Later~
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Tsukiyomi Ishida stood as the maid of honor, happily watching her twin sister get married. She was happy for her, she really was. She looked out into the crowd and winked at the bespectacled man in the white kimono with the famous starred cross on his sleeve. He was as immortal as she was now, and still learning more about his powers with every passing day.
She was happy for her sister, she really was.
She grinned wickedly as she played with the ring on her finger.
She was happy for her sister, but she had still beaten her getting married.
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THE END…for now.
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Author's Notes: Another one down, one left to go. To those who might wonder about the timeskip reference at the beginning, it was referring to the end of the first epilogue, not the previous one, and thus is the same as if this was the second epilogue, running along the same timeline. Just to clear up any confusion.
Not much to say other than thank-you all so much for continuing to favorite and review! It's so nice to see, and the encouragement is always a nice boost to my morale. The last chapter cometh!
