There was a logical side still alive and kicking somewhere in the vicinity of his mind, screaming at the top of its pipes, "this is wrong! Stop! Don't You Do This!"
Yes, he's drunk but being drunk made it easier to ignore his sensible, responsible side. Logic and teachings got hurled out the window especially when Byakuya pulled her black panties down to her ankles and eased her knees open.
"Oh, my sweet gods!" He groans appreciably.
He knew he should stop this. Being drunk didn't mean he wasn't aware if not numbly but the sight of her glistening folds made Byakuya demand huskily,
"Open wider. Need to see all of you, Rukia,"
"What?" The solid shyness in her voice almost made him change his mind. But then he remembers resisting all these years, enduring night after night aching from loneliness, trying to keep his promises, trying not to be resentful, and convincing himself that his suffering is not a burden. That he didn't regret his decision. How he wants or needs no one else after Hisana's departure. Denying his needs constantly, sometimes to painful consequences. Byakuya found himself with growing anger in his blood.
"Wider." He repeated in an even lower tone, surprise to find his tongue licking his bottom lip in anticipation.
Rukia complied, revealing slowly to him her creamy peach making him swallow excitedly at how wet he found her.
A tiny dark patch of hair adorns the top of her plump folds, her deep red labia thinly led down to her entrance wet from her juices. Byakuya had to control himself from descending his head to her opening to feast, to not fall upon her like an animal. Even drunk as he was, he could tell that she's never done this before. Though he couldn't stop his mouth salivating and he had to swallow repeatedly.
What does she taste like?
The brief encounter with pleasing he's had left him with mixed feelings on the subject when he attempted to satisfy his wife on their wedding night. He'd enjoy himself and the taste of his wife's juices on his tongue thrilled him to do more but her response to his experiment left him confused. She was willing to lay beneath him, deferential to her husband's wants but what Byakuya needed was more than that. He never tried it again.
Now, Rukia laid beneath him, her legs open for his slow perusal, her body's reaction telling him that she wanted this fantasy as much as he wanted to give it to her. Intoxicated or no, Byakuya felt a surge of male ego, finding her so wet for him.
"You're wet for me?" He asked in awed tones
"Yes," Rukia replied shyly.
"Never be ashame of that, Rukia." He rubs the heel of his palm down his swollen shaft, "this is for you," he confessed tenderly, "always for you."
Eyes riveted to her face, he rubs his palm over a muscled tone thigh sensually, watching her blush further when his invasive hands past the boundary to her inner thigh using both hands to keep her legs open like he would a tome. Rukia's eyes widen when he lowered his mouth.
Would she be receptive to his dark kisses or will obsequiousness try to hide her disturbance of his behavior in her eyes like he's seen before?
In the general culture of the Soul Society, the act of 'going down' on someone, as it is popularly phrased, is frowned upon publically. Though couples secretly pleasure one another thus.
"Promise we won't go any further than this," Rukia gasps, "Byakuya, please, promise me."
Byakuya cocks an eyebrow. She wasn't disagreeing but,
"Clarify further." He said kissing another area south. It occurred to him that her breaths were hitching after each kiss. Was she anticipating this as much as he was? Did she like what he was making her feel? She wasn't building up power and blasting him from betwixt her thighs. Not that he couldn't counter anything spell she manages to throw at him, regardless of his inebriated state.
"S-s-sex," Rukia stuttered.
Could her nipples strain any harder against the material of her sexy bra?
"No sex?" Byakuya said evenly.
"No, no sex," Rukia confirmed.
"Can't promise that," Byakuya said, planting his kisses closer and closer still.
"Why not?" She asked nervously, panting her breathes. Her skin was so warm against his lips, smelling just like she does in his most fevered fantasy of them. How could this be wrong when it feels so good? To feel her tremble with each of his caresses made pride threaten to burst from his chest. Can any male really resist when he can see the results of his performance so readily?
"Because I'm dying," he kissed her sweetly further, " to taste your peach,"
"Taste my...?" Rukia trail off for a second then her lips formed an 'O'.
"And that's oral sex." He found himself teasing her lightly, ages since he's done even that with another, surprising that he still remember how to. "Would you like me doing that to you, Rukia?" Byakuya asked even as a nagging thought came back to him.
"I, um," she struggled to respond.
"You're a virgin, Rukia?" He interrupted her struggle.
Before she even spoke, he knew the answer as her thighs inadvertently tensed as if to close off its treasures from his probing view.
"Yes," She shakily nodded, confirming his guess. Byakuya felt simultaneously prideful at being the first one between her legs and scared at what he might do unrestrained as he was at the moment now that he has this opportunity to be with the woman he's desired and resisted for decades.
Problematic?
Has there a more dramatic understatement? He thought desperately trying to control his urges that seem to surge after she confirmed what he'd guessed.
Don't position yourself betwixt her thighs. For Godsakes, do not envision your length sinking so deep inside her virgin sheath.
He couldn't help the shaky breathy groan exiting his throat as he began to picture that. He gave a sharp shake of his head.
"Relax, relax, " He encourages, more to himself than to Rukia, kissing her thighs over and over again, "I won't try anything much tonight, I vow this," Byakuya assured her trying to mean what he said in this state. He wasn't quite sure he believed himself but he would try while ignoring his sense of responsibility that was constantly screaming at him to stop.
To stop now? When Gods Almighty! I've wanted her so damn much for so damn long! I can't stand this any longer. Not just for physical release. Yes, he's attracted to her. My Gods how I'm attracted to her sweet little body. Yes, his body was keyed up after so long without physical release with another soul which he knew was dangerous. Unlike humans, a soul reaper's energy and emotions were like exposed nerves endings and they were more concentrated. While most Soul Reapers learns to temper the outburst through training and mediation, that was only for so long. But he also craved companionship, conversation, just being comfortable with another being in their quiet time was something that he wanted. And with Rukia, he has experience nuggets of peace with her.
Now, without the strong guilt of why this was so wrong chipping away at his conscience, all Byakuya could think about was how much he's always thought about this. His unyielding need for her challenging him constantly, putting him in randomly foul moods whenever he saw her with other males. Bitter, raw jealousy forever ripping his control to ribbons coupled with his vows, made him want to avoid her for days, or weeks at a time, though she wasn't the one at fault. It was selfish of him, he understood that but what else could he have done? Touch her inappropriately? Force himself on her? Not on his honor!
Now he questions what's going to happen between them when the sun rises tomorrow?
Don't think of that. Just share for this one night with her.
He rubs the heel of his palm over his hard cock again before taking it in hand, watching Rukia watching him in fascination as he tended to himself for a few seconds before his lips descended in earnest.
His eyes were still staring into hers when his tongue licked her swollen clit, giving it a quick insistent swipe.
"Oh!" She moaned in a whisper, only to shudder as he continued, demanding, "do that again."
So he did. This time lingering over the hard bud before covering it with his mouth and sucking. Immediately, her fingers found his hair, fisting his tresses to hold him in place as if he would go anywhere right now. Rukia's back bowed and her legs lost their tension, spreading invitingly for him to feast.
His tongue made its way to her entrance. His head and neck working his face up and down her virgin peach, kissing it ravishingly, sucking with abandon, loving the way it tastes and feels between his lips and under his tongue. Sounds of delight breaking from his throat long before Rukia started bucking her hips against his mouth as she begs him;
"Please don't stop! Please, more, please, oh Gods! Byakuya!" She moans as her head fell back, one elbow supporting her upper body, helping to secure her claim on his hair properly.
His hips were undulating into the sheets, trying to purchase more friction; he felt his ass cheeks hollowed as he squeezed them tightly, rubbing his lower body into the sheets for as much friction as he could get. Some time since tasting her on his tongue, Byakuya abandoned masturbation in favor of grabbing her tantalizing ass, keeping her right where he wants her.
It took all he had not to bring shame to himself by coming from that first taste of her. Her honey, warm, and sweet from the source was so mouth-wateringly good, he shuddered involuntarily, resisting the need to climax from that alone!
"Yes," he said dazedly, extending his tongue and licking her from core to clit languidly, "my sweet, yes!" he snarled against her flesh.
Fingers splayed under her ass, he squeezed them, promising himself to spank them later. His ego was soaring to new heights with the way Rukia responded to his performance. It was impossible not to be affected when he was wringing sounds of mercy from her while she had him at her mercy, mere inches away from spending into the sheets. He's dreamt of this forever! He could hardly believe that they were like this now. Fantasy made flesh with such intensity he almost couldn't bear it.
He places a peck on each fold before tapping her entrance with his forefinger.
"Byakuya?" She questioned, a trace of worry crossing her delicate face.
"Relax, Amia," He whispers to her, endearing her in an old language which translates to, 'my only' or forever mine.' That startled him a bit. Never has he called another that intentionally or otherwise. Rukia's brow knitted but before she could question him, Byakuya asks, "Trust me?"
A hesitant small nod.
He circled her clit with his finger before slowly dipping it into her core, feeling she tensed at the unfamiliar invasion while Byakuya bit his lip, his cock pulsed throbbingly in readiness even as his finger sunk deeper.
So fucking tight!
He expects nothing less from a virgin but Rukia channel was tremendously small; not that he was much of an expert on the subject.
Would we even fit? He thought offhandedly, then mentally shook himself from the thought path that leads to the point of no return.
"Hurts?" He asks concerned, though she was hot and slick around his finger, he still had to know as he let her get used to something inside her.
"There's a little pressure." Rukia admits, "I'm unused to it."
He withdrew his finger a few inches then push it back in, listening to her sigh. Byakuya then returns his attention on her clit, suckling softly, savoring the taste of her down his throat as he laps at her slowly.
The thought of them having sex kept teasing the back of his mind. If the feel of her around his finger excited him, the feel of her channel ringed about his cock must be like pure existential bliss. But sitting right next to that thought was a nagging worry because of his size and what carrying out that act could mean for their future. They couldn't come back from this but a noblewoman that's not a virgin could be troublesome for her prospects for marriage. Unless he's Rukia's only prospect.
The blistering pressure in his balls didn't give much reprieve from his hips bucking a steady, firm rhythm into the sheets. When she started grinding her hips up to meet his ministrations, he felt them draw up in readiness and a deep, primal growl erupted from his chest. Byakuya split her folds with the flat of his tongue, capturing her little bud between his teeth, pinching it lightly.
He heard a shuddering breath escape her mouth, sending ripples through her body, so he repeats that pattern, again and again, augmenting his technique with each trial until Rukia was weeping and moaning his name like a prayer. Her skin was peppered with goosebumps, her nipples near to piercing that bra. He'd be with them in a minute.
"Byakuya, please," she wept, breaths hitching, "somethings happening, I feel like I'm going to peep but more than that! Oh uh! Uhm! Don't stop, please! " she rambled shamelessly in a pleasure-filled haze.
Something's happening alright as he slips another finger on the recommendation of her slick channel. He then took the opportunity to rub his chin and lips into her sex, between her folds where he continues to treat his pallet to her honey possessively.
Her mews and moans were growing louder, her hips rolling fiercely, though their gyrations slowed. And the grip on his fingers had grown tighter too.
"More, more! Please Byakuya, faster! Oh! Gods! Something's building, Byakuya. Whatever you do, don't change what you're doing right now!"
"Building?" Confusion swam in his intoxicated mind for a second.
"No! Don't change!"
He did as she bid him. Following her instructions as much as she gave them while watching her face for every reaction in the dim light of the lamp. Observing her wet and bite her sexy bottom lip.
Something's building? He chewed over in his mind before clarity flashed like the lightning outside. She never had an orgasm?!
Why didn't that come to him before? Damn his sluggish cognitive state!
Rukia's back arches like an elegant bow and Byakuya could see her taking in gulps of air to scream!
He didn't think. Faster than a shot, he flashed up to her mouth, covering it with his just as her climax broke over her.
Why?
Comparatively speaking, a human's orgasm- firecracker or a series of the like if enhances by a strong aphrodisiac. The first time a Soul Reaper orgasms uncontrollably- Atomic blast!
Imagine feeling the signals from thousands of nerve endings, raw and concentrated targeting one specific system in your body, sending every chemical ounce of one specific emotion to stimulate your sexual organs all at once (which isn't limited to just the vagina or a penis). Anywhere on the body can be sexualized or used thus, with your brain being the main instigator, your body prisoner to its whims.
This is what Byakuya's been subjected to. For days!
Now, Rukia was experiencing this feeling for the first time unprepared. It wouldn't matter if the storm outside decided to unleash holy hell and bombard the entire Seireitei with booming thunder and hollowing winds. And didn't make a difference that his walls were two meters thick with a sturdy door, soundproof against casual eavesdropping. The entire manor ear her screaming above the din if left unchecked.
Byakuya's chest vibrated violently as he took in the brunt of her screams with his lips locked to hers, dampening the sound. His long mane fell around their faces like a black current while reiatsu rained from everywhere and nowhere, sending items crashing to the ground and wobbling the oil lamp on his corner desk dangerously among his parchments; rocking the very room. He found that he cared none as he shared these moments with her. This kiss with her! His fingers never stopped thrusting; blurring in and out from her secret garden. Sloshing sounds made their debut as Byakuya's fingers swam freely in her warm release.
Their kiss lessened in intensity as Rukia came down from her climax slowly. The heaviness associated with the particles of reiatsu subsiding, returning to breathability, and the tension that held her taut at her peak, gently released its prisoner. Byakuya only noticed piercing pain in his shoulders when Rukia's fingers eased their death-grip from his flesh.
"My pride," His voice had gotten rougher after releasing her lips from his capture but keeping them centimeters apart. Her lips were red and kiss swelled, no surprise there. "Amia," he breathes her new nickname only they would know in their private moments from now on. And by all the Gods, there will be a now on.
Deny all you wish, Byakuya, but there's no helping these feelings. No ignoring them any longer.
Just the thought of another male's eyes lingering too long on Rukia... Byakuya kissed her again passionately just to distract his mind from a rage trigger. For some reason, Renji popped into his head when he pictured the male's throat's skin at the point of his blade.
"No more," She said between kisses, clutching at his hand still thrusting in the aftermath, thankfully he'd had the mind to slow down.
"I apologize," two words he never says in the same sentence before in any setting. What the hell was in those Sake bottles? "Did I hurt you?" he whispered.
When she shook her head, their noses brushed against each other. "But..."
"But?" He prompted a little anxiously.
"Is it always like that?" Rukia asked bewildered, she was still panting a little.
Byakuya smirked, "and if it is?" he watches as her eyes widen, "would you consider doing it again?" the challenge alive in his voice.
"If this is how it is, we should consider the value of an out of the way location," Rukia suggested sagely, still heaving for breath. She threw her head back over the pillow, stretch the slim column of her neck, delicious sounds escaping her mouth.
Byakuya chuckled, spreading his body over her proper. Till now, one elbow's supported him as his other hand remained busy. Now, his forearms bore his upper body weight, his lower body about to rest in the cradle of her legs but before he thought better of it, he flashed stepped, and remove the remained of his night garments. As he returned to lay atop her naked, he reached at her back to remove her bra, searching her midnight blue eyes as he unhooks the strap, unsure what he would see in them.
Rukia didn't protest but not out of obsequiousness or docility. What reflected in those eyes was a level of desire, and wanting for him.
For me alone.
Removing the bra, he leaves her as naked as he was before burying his face into her neck once more feeling very uncomfortable with his bulbous erection resting between them on Rukia's belly. Inhaling her delectable scent made him randier; tortuous, heavenly. He inhaled again, needing to make her essence resident in himself to remind him that this night was real. That this is real between them and not some elaborate fantasy his drunken mind cooked up as a substitute.
Were his hips subtly thrusting?
"Byakuya," Rukia's shaky voice called to him, "remember, no sex." She reminds him, sounding not one ounce convincing.
"You're not making a compelling argument," he replied carnally teasing her and just a touch annoyed that she brought that up again.
"I'm serious," she said with a bit more firmness in her tone.
"I need no reminder, Rukia," Byakuya said palming a breast and pinching a pouting nipple lightly. The move made her shiver involuntarily and to his surprise, Rukia turned her head, seeking his lips, and when she found what she sought she kissed him wantonly. Sandwiched with the bed and his body, Rukia move her hips in a slow-rolling dance, enticing him maddeningly. Now, Byakuya was the one to shudder out of pure need. How he's ached to feel her body on his like this. For decades on end, he's tried not to even entertain the thought of them in his head believing that he'd inadvertently do something controversial to his clan standards of propriety. Lo and behold, he was positioning himself to aline at the point where his crown poised at her cleft, the risks dangerously close to penetration, but Gods' Almighty, the benefits would be beyond fantastic, if just the tip was to be sheltered. Byakuya let out a sound of frustration against Rukia's lips when the head slipped up to her folds before he could gain entry, where the base wedged, resting heavily on her clit. Byakuya's hips pistons nigh mindlessly in that sweet spot.
"You're not making... a very compelling argument...Lord Kuchiki!" Rukia moans teasingly into his mouth and Byakuya realized that she did this to contradict him. Challenging him? Thrilling him dangerously.
"Damn you!" He cursed, kissing her fiercely, thrusting harder between her legs, groaning shamelessly as delicious friction assaulted him almost to the point of senselessness. "Gods! Oh, Gods!" He bellows, "Challenge me not, Rukia! I'm on the razor's edge right now." He warns her.
Pinching and squeezing one of her breasts, Byakuya's mouth attended to the other, suckling it and leaving his mark.
Rukia's fingers played in his hair as his tongue played with her nipple, "Hmm!" She moans approvingly. In between harried breaths, she reposted, "As a swordsman...l-life without a proper...ch-challenge...is-is-is tepid... at best, is it not?."
Byakuya chuckles around her areola at her philosophical argument under such strenuous circumstances, before kissing it sweetly. Smiling down at her, he continued to lap at her sensitive skin.
"I concede to your wisdom, Amia,"
Unexpectedly, Rukia tilts his chin up with a crooked finger and Byakuya envisioned them sharing another mind-havocking kiss to add to his growing memory collection. Instead, she whispers an order to him.
"On your back, Captain Kuchiki."
The look in those eyes had him arching his brows from the level of naughty mischief hinted in those midnight pools. She had him complying without complaint before he even made the choice consciously to do as she bids.
What is she up to? Byakuya mused excitedly, the most excited he's ever been in memory.
But oh! How he was about to find out.