Now, some of you may ask, 'Hey Grimlock, how come you're uploading so much for this story instead of any of your other ones?' See, it's because I'm being paid for this one. Each and every chapter has been a commission sent to me, and each one I've completed for them has resulted in me getting money for it. This, you might guess, adds a bit of incentive for me to finish these chapters. If you want a good indicator of how much, just look at how quickly this one came out after the last one. If you want to see me put out content this quickly, you might wish to consider: commission me for other stuff, perhaps. Not to say I'm intentionally stalling on any of my other writing, I'm just focused on a lot of stuff IRL right now and knowing I'm gonna receive a financial benefit from something gives me justification to set that IRL stuff aside to work on it. Food for thought. Onto the smut.
I didn't need to knock on the door and wait as I arrived to the Tsunayashiro Manor this time. It wasn't due to any of the servants having predicted my arrivals or anything like that, it was the simple explanation of me rippling with reiatsu as I stormed up to the mansion. It was tightly reigned in, I wasn't flattening anyone with my power like I could if I wanted. But neither did I make for a subtle sight to anyone with the ability to perceive reiatsu as I thundered up the main path.
Hence, by the time I reached the front doors, a servant had already pulled them open and stayed as far out of my path as he could physically get. My objective was clear today, and it was to confront Kyo about the bullshit she had performed last time I was here. Unfortunately, yet also miraculously, I had no idea where her bedroom was. I had only been there once, and it was through tracking her reiatsu through the mansion. It meant that I couldn't just stomp across the manor straight for her, and instead had to focus to search for her reiatsu.
I found her swiftly, and she was close by. Coming closer, as well, which brought me to stay where I was and allow her to approach me. There had been little I could do last time I was here without outing the relationship we had. It was particularly frustrating since not wanting the relationship outed was the entire reason the relationship existed in the first place. Her toeing the line like that was the exact kind of thing I didn't want her to do, her weird-ass noble kinks be damned.
Kyo appeared in a doorway on my right side, and I locked my attention onto her, all of my furious reiatsu coiling around me. She stopped in place immediately, but she didn't look disturbed. The damn woman looked rather certain of herself, actually, like she was looking at an animal in the zoo she knew couldn't hurt her because it was stuck inside its enclosure. It pissed me off a bit more.
"Kyo, we need to talk." I ground out. Somehow, almost certainly because she was a kinky bitch who got off on being dommed, she shuddered with pleasure at the tone in my voice. A sick smile curled onto her face and she waved for me to follow her.
"Come, then. I'll bring us to a private room, I'm certain you wouldn't want this 'talk' to be in front of my servants." Her eyes glistened with a conniving light. "Though, if you did choose to involve one of them in it, I don't think I would take much issue with it." I instantly understood what she was hinting at, and my glare deepened.
"No. This stays between you and me." I growled. The noble uncaringly shrugged one shoulder.
"Your choice." Kyo hummed as she turned and finally began walking. "There's not many I would mind joining us in these 'private conversations' of ours."
"Of course not." I spat as I followed her. "You would only see it as more displays of me being dominant." A seductive green eye glanced back at me.
"See? You understand." I seethed at her words, but kept quiet as we walked through the manor, passing through hallways, side rooms, and random servants going about their duties. We walked so much I wondered if we hadn't traveled to a different building by the time we stopped inside a room. My eye twitched when I saw it was a surprisingly spartan bedroom, furnished sparingly with only a large bed and a nightstand.
"Here we are~." She giggled as her hands moved to the sash around her abdomen. I immediately stomped forward and snapped my left hand around both of hers, keeping the noble from untying the garment. There was no concern at all in her eyes when she lifted her gaze up to mine, only mild inquisitiveness. "Is something the matter? Did you want me to keep my clothes on this time? Or just my sash~?"
"The matter is that I'm here to talk about that shit you pulled last time." I snarled, keeping my grip tight as I felt her hands try to wiggle in my hold. They weren't wiggling to escape, or maintain feeling. I could tell through how I held them that she was wiggling her hands to try untying her clothes. "If anything had gone differently, Donyoku would have found out about this crap and I'd have been in an even worse situation than if I had just killed you when all of this started." A smile rose onto her face, despite the fact that I was warning her of how she was getting too close to the sun.
"Aww, did you enjoy it that much? I'll have to do more things like that in the future. Perhaps with the Tsunayashiro Clan's servants instead of my husband. All the risk of being caught, none of the consequences if we get found out." She offered. "Though, part of what makes it so exciting is the awareness of the consequences, I might have to workshop that a bit."
"I'm trying to not get caught, dammit!" I hissed. "You pulling crap like that cannot happen again! I'm already in a bad-!" The noble leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, taking advantage of the fact that I had been mid-yell to shove her tongue into my mouth. Automatically, my tongue investigated the sudden invader, which she treated like I was playing along with her game. I could tell thanks to feeling her lips curl up in the kiss. She pulled away from it, her grin as confident as always, and she wiggled her hands a bit to free them from my grip, which had loosened during the kiss. I stared at her, utterly flabbergasted by the move as she took her now free hands and finished untying her sash, the garment falling to the floor.
"What's the big deal~?" She purred seductively as she toyed with the edges of her robe, flashing her cleavage before turning her back to me. "You enjoyed it as much as I did~." The fires of my rage sparked back up again.
"You have no idea what I felt about that stunt, you goddamn bitch." I answered immediately. I paused for a moment as her robe slid off her shoulders, displaying that she wore a white bra and standard white panties. She really must've not been expecting me, since her panties didn't flaunt her ass as well as her thongs did. I remembered that I was talking. "As I've been trying to say, I came here to talk, not fuck." A deep laugh bounced from her throat, as she turned her upper body halfway to the right so that I could see the swells of her breasts and half her face.
"You and I both know you only visit me -no, that you only even come here- for one thing and one thing only." Kyo announced. "And as much as I sometimes like to pretend that it's for my shining personality, I enjoy it a lot more knowing the real reason. So why don't you stop wasting both of our time and fuck me already?" An animalistic snarl left my throat as I stomped forward, snapping my right hand around her neck and taking her off her feet for a moment before slamming her on the bed on her back.
"See?" She giggled breathlessly, her legs already swinging up to brush her knees against my hips. "Your cock's already hard for me. Sex has been so much hotter for you since we started, hasn't it? Even when you're not with me~?" My eyes widened, and I looked between us to see that she hadn't been lying. The massive bulge in my hakama was pressing angrily against her crotch, her panties already largely transparent from her spreading wetness.
"Go to hell." I refused to respond to the line of questioning, choosing to instead default to insulting her as I reached down with my left hand and tore away the knot holding my hakama up. The unwavering gleam on her face proved that she didn't feel offended by the insult in the slightest. If anything, the mild smugness in her features made me think that she felt proud of herself for earning an insult from me. Or, as I felt was more likely, she was happy that what she did got me to pull out my cock. Her lower legs lifted and crossed at the small of my back, her ankles hooking over each other as I let go of my hakama to grab the front of her panties. I pushed her delighted giggle to the back of my mind as I ripped the underwear off her, exposing her glistening slit. I focused on the part of me that hoped she wasn't as ready as her wetness might hint her to be and that I would hurt her when I slid inside, but unfortunately, she accepted my entrance with ease. In fact, she sighed with arousal and relief as I pushed deeper into her, like finally managing to scratch at an itch that had been bothering you for days.
"I knew you couldn't resist." The noble panted out, a smug smile flickering on her lips as pleasure overtook her expression. As much as I knew she was going to enjoy me ruthlessly rutting into her and treating her like a fleshlight to pound into and use, it wasn't going to stop me from doing so. I didn't care about whether she enjoyed herself, in fact I felt sickened by the awareness that all I was doing was make her enjoy it more, but I couldn't get through this without doing it this way. Wrapping my fingers around her throat and delivering unto her unceasing ball-slappingly rough sex was the best way to get through all of this. Having to endure her curling her plush thighs around my waist and her heels pressing into my back to help me thrust down into here were just things I had to deal with in order to make it through the process. Slapping at her breasts to mark them with my handprints and grabbing her right leg to pin it to her shoulder were also just ways to endure it better. That's what I told myself as I pounded her into the mattress, hearing all of her orgasmic cries and moans.
"I-I can't help but wonder." Kyo moaned as I fucked her, the wet slaps of our hips meeting each other echoing through the room and making it difficult to hear anything else but her vigorous moans. I refocused on her face, but didn't stop slamming my hips into hers. I was willing to listen, not draw this encounter out. "Who's the better fuck: your girlfriends, or me~?" She emphasized the word fuck, likely as a way to make the question more specific. Who was better to rut into like a wild animal without regard? I wondered if she emphasized that out of concern that she would lose because she knew I could never have loving romantic sex with her like I could with Unohana and Yoruichi. She looked me in the eyes as she awaited my answer, and I kept my gaze locked on hers as I made her wait. I drew it out as long as I could, keeping a flat expression on my face so I could make her agonize about my answer, about how much longer she could entice me with her body. I held the answer hostage for a few long moments as I continued pounding into her cunt.
"My girlfriends." I finally answered firmly. Somehow, despite my attempts to make her doubt what she was doing or how well she was doing it, she only grinned wider, more victoriously. Her arms came up to wrap around the back of my neck, holding me gently as if she was secure in herself to toy with me. I hated it.
"If that's the case," she paused to sigh in pleasure, "why do you fuck me so much when the deal was only once a week?" A particularly powerful thrust from me shook her entire body, and cut her speech off so that a loud moan leapt from her throat. The tightening of her cunt around my dick was proof enough that I had somehow made her orgasm with that. "Wh-when was the last time you visited the Soul Society without fucking me, hmMM!~" Her challenging hum turned into a restrained moan as I grabbed her hip with my left hand and lifted her lower back to pound into her from a slightly different angle. Her legs tightened around my waist from pleasure.
"Why, I think I might get fucked by you more often than either of them do!" She pushed too far, and I saw red. My body acted before my mind could consider what she would do in response, and I slapped her across the face. When she corrected herself, I couldn't help but stare at her as I saw that, accompanying the red mark dressing her right cheek, her lips were curled up widely, with masochistic pleasure filling her eyes.
"Fucking kinky noble bitch." I spat, then just because I knew she'd find a way to enjoy it, finished it up by actually spitting at her, the woman instantly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out like she was trying to catch a treat. It landed just above the left side of her lip, and like some sort of madwoman, she tried to reach her tongue up to lick at it. After a few attempts, she managed to lick up half of it, then chose to leave the other half where it dried on her cheek.
"Those peasants who talk about 'don't stick your dick in crazy' just don't know how to appreciate the more exotic forms of sex." She justified.
"So you admit you're crazy." I scoffed. Kyo readjusted her legs and rocked her lower body into my thrusts while grinning victoriously at me.
"I haven't seen you make any complaints yet about my 'craziness'." She hummed. Another scoff left me, and I made sure to not verbalize any groans from myself, her skill in sex having exponentially increased from how she started. The gyrations of her lower body against mine felt far too good, and letting her know I felt that way was letting her win.
"Didn't realize you've had earbuds in every time you've made me fuck you. I don't think I've said a word to you that wasn't an insult." I snarled instead, thankfully still finding it much easier to come up with insults than compliments.
"An insult isn't a complaint, especially not when your partner likes it. I'd have thought you'd be familiar with such a thing with your other partners?" My right hand tightened on her throat at her words, which made her physically stutter for a moment. It was difficult to tell given the situation if that was because I threw her off or because she took pleasure in even that.
"Unlike you, my girlfriends," I emphasized the term to drive the distinction into her head, even though I doubted she would take it to heart like I wanted her to, "aren't nutjobs who get off on their partner talking down to them like their sole purposes in life is to serve as fleshlights."
"I'm a bit curious now." She spoke up, irritating me. She had never talked this much before, why the hell was she so dead set on it now? "How many times have you compared my performance in bed to Unohana and Shihouin?" I bodily flinched at the bold question. The far too bold question.
"Like you could ever fucking compare!" I roared in rage, slamming my hips into hers deeper and harder. She was helpless for a moment, gasping and writhing as she was fucked into euphoria. Her mouth opened a couple times to begin to speak only for whatever she was about to say to bleed directly into a scream of pleasure. After several tries, her nails dug into my back and she closed her eyes for a moment to bring herself back into lucidity.
"That-that's a shame." Her voice cracked as I continued relentlessly fucking her. "I'm sure I'm better than them at something." By this point my balls had been clenching for the past minute or so, it almost becoming painful to withhold the orgasm since I had wanted to somehow fuck all of her narcissism and desire to be better than Unohana and Yoruichi out of her. But I wasn't some machine who could reign in his orgasm forever, nor did I want to experiment with my powers for the sole purpose of sex. Even more so, I didn't want to think of the possibility of acquiring a new skill thanks to cheating on my girlfriends with a noblewoman I hated.
With my orgasm approaching, I ignored everything else in favor of making sure I didn't nearly creampie Kyo like I had come close to the past few times. Ripping her legs from around my waist, I slammed her knees into her shoulders, bending the woman in half. Likely entirely due to these fuck-sessions we had, she was able to be bent in such a position without any sort of difficulty or discomfort. My balls throbbed once more with the need to cum, and I tore my cock free from her cunt, which she instantly whined in complaint over.
An instant later, and a minor change of angle, and I plunged my dick balls deep into her ass, earning one of the most powerful outcries of pleasure the woman had unleashed this session. It was guttural and loud, I had no doubts that her cry was heard several rooms over, if not farther. I didn't care much for it, all of my attention instead entirely on the bliss of my orgasm pulsing out, my shaft throbbing maddeningly as my load was shot into her ass with all the accumulated force I had built up from holding it back. I could feel my balls throb with each shot, clenching and relaxing multiple times over as I filled her ass with my entire load. Her body shuddered at the feeling, and utter delirium took over her face as she turned limp, her eyes rolling back into her head as her smile turned euphoric. Tremors reverberated through her body, particularly her thighs, and then I saw liquid pump from her pussy to spill over in front of her and drip onto her tits and face. I allowed a relieved breath to leave me from the orgasm, and I pulled out from her as I stood, letting go of her body and watching as she collapsed like her body was made of jelly. Another whine left her throat, and she regained enough sentience to look at me. Her whine grew louder when I stepped away from the bed and faced my pants.
"I finally get you to fill my insides again with that delightful cum of yours, and the first thing you do is turn to leave?"
"You talk like I want to be here. We fucked, my part of the deal is done, I'm leaving." I declared, looking over my right shoulder at her. My cum was leaking out of her asshole, forming a puddle underneath her ass that only expanded more swiftly due to her spreading her legs to expose it. She was lying on her back, content to keep still for now as her chest heaved with her heavy breaths. There was no doubt in my mind that the sight allowing me to see her breasts shudder and jiggle was intentional.
"Well, if we want to be pedantic, the deal was that you leave me satisfied in order for me to keep it all a secret." She smirked.
"Well too bad, one time where I only give you like fifteen orgasms instead of more is what you're gonna have to accept today. I've got other plans, and I'm not going to postpone them."
"Another training session with someone? You've been keeping a routine of going out for it only one day a week for a while now. What harm is there really in having them wait until tomorrow?" She challenged.
"The harm, is that it isn't a training session, nor is it something I can just reschedule to tomorrow on this short of notice." I glared. "It's Date Night tonight with Yoruichi. You know, one of the two women I would happily spend any moment of the day with over you. I'm taking her to a restaurant, so I need to get ready for it." At my answer, the green-haired woman burst out with smug laughter, a certain viciousness to her tone that grated on me.
"Alright then. If you need to leave to get ready for that 'Date Night' of yours so badly, you may leave and wash up." She smirked. "Good luck, you'll need it just to be able to wash enough of our encounters off to not feel dirty when you take that Shihouin on that date." I drew a deep breath into my lungs as my hands clenched into tight fists. A small part of me that sounded more like me suggested abandoning this façade and just killing her right here and now. She was getting too confident in her challenges, my barbs and insults doing very little to deter her from continuing with her prodding when she had only ever received better sex (for her) for doing it. Every time we met up, for the purpose of our deal or otherwise, it only reinforced the idea in her mind that she was the one holding the leash, a belief I was determined to break.
"Just shut up, you witch." I breathed tiredly as I grabbed my hakama, mourning my earlier decision to rip the knot that held it up. Sighing, I lifted my left hand and held it over the ribbon. I wasn't as proficient with it outside of my Bankai, but I still was skilled enough as a Quincy to condense reishi into solid matter. So I drew some of the reishi in the air to the ribbon of my hakama to reform it. I wasn't actually certain of how long the ribbon's original length was, so I just eyeballed it and stopped when it looked like it was long enough. Pulling on the freshly remade article of clothing, I tied the knot to keep my hakama up, finding that while I had made it short, it wasn't short enough to cause any issues with tying it right. Adjusting my clothes to make sure they sat comfortable on me, I spared one last glance at the noblewoman.
She had rolled onto her left side, curling her legs up to get easier access to her asshole as she softly moaned to herself, plunging three of her fingers from her right hand into her ass with a wet squelching noise as she fingered my cum into her ass. I was able to be certain that's what she was doing because she pulled her fingers out every few moments to scoop up some of my cum from the puddle under her and return to fingering herself.
Huffing, I focused on the door out of the room and stomped through it, going fast enough that I didn't look back a second time.