I stand ramrod straight in Ichimaru's grasp, his hands around my upper arms, his thumbs reaching to tease the swell of my breasts. As he leans in to whisper in my ear, his chest comes firmly in contact with my own,
"Remember lil miss 18, I am the only way yo' are getting out of here alive."
He slides his hands down my arms and moves around me, leaning in again to tease my ear with his tongue as much as with his soft voice,
"Remember also, I am gonna make yo' like this… yo' will call out my name in pleasure."
My body tightens in defiance, I would be damned if it went all that far!
His soft chuckle tickles and he reaches around to lightly stroke my navel, as he continues,
"Remember the price, though."
He slowly moves his hand up to run along the tops of my breasts as he circles back around to the front of me. His fingers lightly tracing a pattern up and down, as my body wants to fall sway to the snake's charms. He reaches for the knot in the obi at his waist with one hand as the other continues to play havoc with my nerves. Releasing the sash, the fabric of his hakama's falling as I continue to look at his chest, willing myself to look neither up nor down.
"Yo'r hands," he commands seductively.
I hesitate a moment before his words play back through my head and I reach both of my hands forward. He loops his light teal obi in and around them and then tightening it raises it above my head, and pulls me closer. With my arms up, the full length of our bare bodies come into contact, intimately. His free hand strokes my side from hip to arm, as he leans in to whisper further instruction.
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With my bound hands above my head, I lay on my back, my head across Aizen's lap. He lightly holds the end of the obi with the same hand that is petting Kyouka Suigetsu, as he casually leans back on the couch.
Ichimaru kneels at my legs, which I still hold together tightly, his arrogance was raising my defenses. He cocks his head to one side and grins as he pushes an extra cushion under my hips. I stare back at him rebelliously as he puts his hands to my knees. He taps his fingers on my knees thoughtfully for a moment and then his grin widens as he says,
"Ask me to open them, lil miss 18"
Shock registers across my face, followed by Determination, as I tighten my legs together even more in response.
The sound of Aizen's thumb pushing against the hilt of Kyouka Suigetsu to release it from the scabbard, changes my mind.
I relax my legs a bit.
Ichimaru waits with his perverted grin, hands on my knees, but makes no move.
I try to open my legs for him at the sound of slow sliding steel above my head, but Ichimaru's hands keep my legs lightly together.
"Make sure yo' say please" he grins.
My eyes dart wildly to Aizen's hand as I see the first gleam of his blade from the darkness of the scabbard. Quickly glancing back at Ichimaru, I lick my lips trying to get my voice to work around the ball of Fear in my throat.
"Please," I whisper.
Ichimaru waits, as the sound of steel continues, I try again.
"Please Ichimaru-sama…open my….legs," I whisper more hoarsely, unable to look at him, letting my gaze fall away. The sound of a blade nestling back in its scabbard, accompanies that of chuckling.
My back arches slightly as my knees are pushed down to either side of me, held tightly in Ichimaru's grasp. Aizen's other hand comes off the back of the couch to stroke my mask as Ichimaru plunges firmly into me. I gasp at the shock of him pushing past my tightness, the depth and the friction making my breath catch. I close my eyes trying to concentrate on being elsewhere as my body bobs up and down to the rhythm of the onslaught.
I word hard to block out the Pleasure beginning to build as Ichimaru moves within me. His thumb begins stroking against me repeatedly, just to the front of my entrance, and that glorious feeling brings me hurtling out of my attempted distraction. He slides his other hand up to my hip and grasps, as he arches slightly, thrusting further into me. His thumb continues to circle and press, increasing the pressure and speed, as the deep desire spreads between my legs. The firm slippery motion stroking me from the inside and out, again and again, begins to raise my senses to the highest level. My eyes close halfway and I pant softly in time to the thrusting between my legs, as this time I begin to concentrate on Pleasure.
The snapping of one of the four spines on my mask, brings me crashing back down as Pain rages through my head.
A groan escapes from Ichimaru as my body tightens and bears down on him, in reaction to the flood of Pain.
It feels as if I had a finger broken and my eyes go wide with the shock of the suddenness of it. Aizen sprinkles the dust that is left of it onto my breasts as they continue to wobble in time to Ichimaru's resumed movements. The glaze of Initial Pain begins to slide off my eyes as I look up at Aizen, unable to bite back the whimper.
He smiles down at me, pulling my arms tighter above my head with a jerk on the obi.
Ichimaru keeps me firmly in his grasp and my body is held taunt. The Pleasure from below was interrupted but not forgotten and my body continues to respond to Ichimaru's skill at working me from the outside as well as he is from inside.
As I feel Aizen slip into me spiritually, the Pain in my head disappears all the sudden. I lose myself in his auburn eyes, as he begins to wrap around my soul, erasing not just the Pain but any memory of it too. He waits just outside the mental barrier to my inner soul.
With no Pain, Pleasure comes howling back with even more force than before. I find myself moving to meet Ichimaru, matching his thrusts with my hips, spreading my legs further so as to allow more of him within me. He feels my body respond under his touch and pauses. Leaning back he grabs both my ankles and raises them to his shoulders, wrapping his arms around my thighs, lifting me higher, his hips thrust into the back of my upper thighs. He works me from the new angle while his long fingers dart between my thighs from the front, rubbing wetly.
I begin to drown under the pressure of Aizen's gaze and the waves of Desire cascading up my body. My head swims as the pressure builds under Ichimaru's fingers and friction, my breasts bounce in time to him.
But Aizen continues to just watch me calmly as he removes himself from my soul and lightly strokes at my nipple, rolling it gently under his fingers.
My eyes flutter a bit as another strong wave racks my body, Pleasure dancing along my breasts as well as my entire lower self. I arch slightly and gasp as Ichimaru's fingers press down as he drives into me repeatedly.
Another spine shatters on my mask.
I scream this time, in chorus with Pain and Frustration. Again my body clamps down in response and this time Ichimaru bites his lip as he moans in response to the tightening of my body around his.
The same smile awaits me as I'm finally able to look through the haze of Pain at Aizen, a tear streaking down my face. He again wraps himself into my soul, soothing Pain away with his absolute spirit pressure. He strokes my hair with his hand as does he stroke at my soul's last wall, with his rieatsu. I loathe to lower this barrier to him. Only Sol Zarita has entered this sacred space of mine. He circles inside of me, waiting.
I stubbornly huddle behind my wall, not granting him entrance.
Aizen again retreats from within me and Pleasure hits me full force, the wave of it threatening to engulf me. I fight against it though, not willing to allow myself to be distracted away from Aizen and his fingers on my mask. Pain is all but a very distant memory now, but out of fear of it happening again, I continue to watch Aizen's hands.
Ichimaru's hot wet mouth clamping down on my nipple does the trick.
With my knees gathered up one into each of his elbows and his hands on either side of my hips, he rocks into me while tasting my nipples, breasts, valley and more. With my hands pulled back and up so severely, all I can do is watch as he makes my skin glisten in the low light. As he teases me with his tongue, I flex my hands with wanting to grasp at his head and hold it to my skin firmly. His teeth bite lightly, again and again making my pink nipples blush red. His lips play, making them taunt and hard. He looks up at me from beneath his bangs and catches me watching him. I quickly look away not wanting to admit I was enjoying him and he playfully grins back at me, from between my breasts. Turning his head he latches onto my skin again with his fervent mouth. I throw my head back in response to one of his particularly deep sucks, trying to gasp for more air as the growing fire within me consumes it all. I catch sight of Aizen's arrogant smile before squinting my eyes close.
Ichimaru gathers my legs up even farther and now his hands are on either side of my shoulders as my knees bend back to either side of my chest. Deeply he plunges and the sound of him diving into me fills the air. The waves of Pleasure are non stop now and I can feel Release awaiting me. I allow myself to enjoy the feeling deep inside me, but I open my eyes in fear that Aizen might move towards my mask again.
My vision is filled with the both them, conversating. They look away from each other, down at me in unison. Apprehension quietly appears, questioning what were they doing while I wasn't looking.
Ichimaru continues to move in me.
Aizen is still just watching me.
When I look up at Aizen though, he captures my gaze and holds me transfixed by his auburn eyes. He smiles warmly at me, invitingly. I give a small nervous answering smile as Ichimaru sends more swells of Pleasure my way. Aizen again re-enters my soul and circles along the outside wall.
Ichimaru increases his speed and Lust, driven insane with the tension all night, shrieks wildly as the onslaught becomes too much for me to bear and Release welcomes me. I rear back, arching with the first breath stealing, body racking, mind numbing, surge of Pleasure.
The sound of the cracking of the rest of my mask takes me a full second to recognize.
My legs instinctively tighten along with inside of me, as the Pain begins to wash over me and Ichimaru grunts out a choice curse word.
My eyes dark with Pleasure and wide with Pain, I watch in shock, as the last of the dust of my mask sparkles in the firelight as it drifts down to my chest.
Then inside me, the waves crash down upon me. Pain hits from one side while Pleasure engulfs me from another, I am mentally knocked down under the combined force of both.
Only moments later I fight back to the surface of reality, gasping for air, but there is Aizen within my soul. He stands at my center, at the central part of my soul, looking all the lord of the palace. He reaches a hand down to me and looking around confused, I hesitantly accept his offer to stand with him. When I look to him for an answer though, I become lost in his powerful eyes and I don't notice the wall he rebuilds around us, until it is too late. I am trapped within his embrace, within my own soul.