Aizen maneuvers his large hands so as to hold both of my wrists behind his head with just one of his, and lets the other lazily run down my spine. Reaching my hips, he wraps his thumb towards the front and splays his fingers across my flank and pushing me down, begins me moving again.
I slip up and down the length of him, in response to the rhythm set by his powerful hand.
I'm forced by proximity to stare into his eyes. I can feel him let his rieatsu loosen a bit and it becomes a struggle to catch my breath. As I feel him fill me again and again physically, I feel him begin to fill me spiritually as well. My spirit power is no match for his and as his auburn gaze holds me trapped, I sense not a spiritual assault from him, but his attempt to combine with mine.
I mentally and spiritually throw another layer of resistance around myself and tearing my eyes away from him, lower my head instead and brace my forehead on his chest. I feel the ability to breath easily, return immediately, but the presence of him in my soul, lingers.
I grind my teeth in frustration and in return begin to grind against him. Within me, Anger helped build the wall that protects me and now Anger was beginning to pull at the short leash I kept him on. I pushed down hard onto Aizen and flex my arms in response to the tightening of his hand around my wrists. Again I grind down and as I feel his chest and legs tense, I bow my back, so as to move even deeper against him. I increase my speed too and am now pumping myself down onto him again and again.
Anger has been let off the leash.
His hand has moved from my hip back up my arm and he is now using both hands to hold mine captive. A drop of sweat falls from my cheek onto his chest as I move with powerful thrusts of my hips against him. Aizen bows his head slightly down and I can hear him breathing in time to me grinding on him. Anger runs like wildfire through me and I flex my hands wanting to be free. Aizen's grip becomes like steel, so I push down harder on him, my own breath coming in gasps now. As I move up and down, listening to the sound of my dampness becoming wetness, I lick my lips to combat the dryness of my mouth and I accidentally touch his skin with my tongue. The salty taste of it reminds me of another way I can take out my anger. As I plunge down onto him, I bite deeply into his pec. His answering grunt gives me the satisfaction I was hoping for. I release him immediately not wanting the taste of blood in my mouth.
A hand tangling in my long hair and yanking my head back causes my eyes to widen in confusion as both my hands are still held captive.
"Miss me?" Ichimaru whispers softly
I see out the corner of my eye what is in his other hand and Anger flees, replaced by creeping Dread.
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Gin smiles down at me as my eyes widen with Distrust.
Aizen's chest rises and falls underneath my breasts for a few moments as we all take time to appreciate the moment. Although I don't think I was appreciating it as much as they were.
Both of the zanpaktou's are in Ichimaru's hand.
My gaze slides to Aizen's face and the small smile I see there makes my breath catch.
He sets Aizen's Kyouka Suigetsu on the arm of the couch, where Aizen moves a hand to stroke it reassuringly. With my hands released, I sit back off of Aizen's chest, and Shinsou, the wicked lil wakizashi style sword, comes to bear against my neck. Even in its scabbard I can feel it hiss spiritually at me. My inner Hollow leers back through the bars of its cage and growls.
"Just in case yo' are inclined to use your teeth again, lil miss 18" Ichimaru grins.
"Aww, now Gin I think Mija-kun just got caught up in the moment, she wasn't actually trying to hurt me, right Mija-kun?" Aizen asks as he rubs his thumb absentmindedly over the large red welt on his chest, wiping at the blood.
Both of them look at me awaiting my reply, my eyes swim from the pain of Ichimaru's grip in my hair as I nod gingerly.
"See now Gin, no harm done" Aizen smiles winningly.
Ichimaru's hand relaxes in my hair, stroking my head now. He runs an elegant finger over my partial Hollow mask, tracing the sun pattern.
Aizen's large hands reach around me and grabbing handfuls of me, lift me free of himself.
"And to show how much I trust that you were enjoying this Mija-kun…"
Aizen sets me perpendicular to him on the couch, so I'm on my hands and knees as I face Aizen and Ichimaru relaxes on the cushions behind me. Aizen wipes at the blood on his chest again and then reaches a hand up and holds my cheek in his hand, smearing his bloody thumb over my face before moving his hand to the back of my neck and gently pulling me down to him. I tremble, as a wave of cold Anticipation washes over me. As the familiar taste of Aizen fills my mouth, I feel Ichimaru gently stroking the back of my thighs with the broad side of Shinsou. The implied warning is crystal clear and I do my best to show Aizen how much I am enjoying this.
My own juices still on him, my mouth slips and slides up and over him again and again. I can see out of the corner of my eye Aizen looking down at me, watching my mouth move in rhythm. He again wipes his thumb across the fresh blood from the bite and smears it across my cheek. The coppery smell of it mixes with the salty taste of him.
Awhile later I feel his thigh finally tighten under my hand as I feel him push fully into my wet mouth. His hand pushes me down completely and I relax my throat so as to accommodate him. Aizen holds me in place firmly as he strains, finally releasing. My throat works at accepting him and I stop thinking and just do my best to block out the next minute.
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Ichimru's fingers are teasing me, spreading my moisture on my inner thighs.
Aizen finally releases the grip on my head and I come up slowly, letting him ease out of me. With him finally free of me, I breath deeply trying to get my breath back. Resisting the urge to wipe my mouth, I settle for licking my lips instead. When I steal a look at him, he is relaxed with his head back, breathing deeply, his one arm along the back of the couch with his eyes closed and a smile playing on his lips. A minute passes as I kneel, hands on his thigh and the cushion beneath him, tensely waiting to see what happens next.
While I wait, I do my best to ignore Ichimaru's steady fingers, but my body is already heightened from Aizen, and it responds to Ichimaru's continuous stroking by traitorously soaking his fingers. My breath catches as he rubs against my center of nerves and I try to move away from him, Pride not wanting to let me enjoy any of this. He runs Shinsou lightly down the back of my thigh to still my movements, I obey and he keeps stroking me lazily.
Without moving his head or opening his eyes, Aizen casually waves his hand dismissively in Ichimaru's direction.
In a flash Ichimaru has me pulled up against his chest with my arms captured on both sides of me. His grin widens as he leans forward slowly and whispers in my ear,
"My turn"