Taichou?

He has her pressed against the wall, his big frame looming over her, his strong hands firmly gripping her hips. She looks up at him nervously. “Taichou? Wha…..what are you doing?” She stammers a bit and blushes as he grins down at her. Ignoring her question he lifts her up until they are face to face and winks.

She wonders if her captain has finally gone completely mad, then decides he must have as he is suddenly kissing her. Trapped between the wall and the hard expanse of his muscular chest she can do nothing but open her mouth to his insistent tongue and moan as it entwines with hers. Zaraki kisses her like he’s trying to possess her, to forever claim her as his own, to leave an invisible mark upon her soul.

Her hands are clutching at his broad shoulders, her little fingers clenched in the torn fabric of his captain’s cloak. She wraps her legs around his powerful frame and he growls in approval, hands sliding to cup her butt and push her closer to him. She gasps at the feel of his massive length pressed against her, eyes wide as she realizes just what he has planned for her.

She starts pulling at the fabric under her hands, trying to divest him of it as quickly as possible. He gives a rumbling chuckle against her mouth and easily supports her with one hand whilst his other makes quick work of the ties and knots that keep his robes together. Sliding her hands along the smooth skin of his shoulders and down to his massive biceps, she ends the ferocious kiss and slides her lips across his jaw and down his neck. Rewarded with another deep rumble she starts placing nips and kisses along his neck, and reaching the point where it connects with his shoulder, she sinks her teeth into his flesh.

Seconds later she finds herself on the bed, her captain once again towering over her, lust blazing from his one visible eye. She drinks in the sight of him noting the planes of his muscular chest, the dips and rises and the shadows playing over smooth skin. Her fingers itch to touch him, to follow the lines leading down to rock hard abs that are well defined, and intriguingly marred by scars of battles past. She glances quickly down and turns beet red, he is huge and she worries for a second how that will ever fit inside her. Her eyes stray upwards to the purpling mark she left on his neck and she gulps, wondering if it was such a good idea to bite him after all.

Zaraki keeps perfectly still while her eyes take in his body. He is fully aware of the fact that he is a lot larger than her, but knows that that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The tiny mark she left on his neck stings a bit and he finds the fact that she dared to do such a thing interesting. Something else that’s interesting, he notes, is how the blush on her face seems to travel down her neck and under her modest robes. Wanting to see where it stops, he leans down and bites into the soft fabric covering her. She lets out a surprised squeak at the sudden movement and he grins up at her ferally before tearing the robes off her with a deep growl.

He notes with pleasure that underwear will not be an issue tonight, and lowers himself gently down between her legs. He is all around her, arms along her torso and strong legs between hers. He is careful to keep his weight off of her and gives her a slow lazy smile. Her eyes are huge, all she can think of is the pulsing length lying against her and how it feels even bigger than it looked. She meets his eye and he can see the uncertainty in them. “Don’t be afraid little one, I won’t hurt you”. His dark voice is strangely soothing and she takes a deep breath and nods at him.

He bends his head then, to carefully lap at her left nipple, and she gasps, pushing her breast further up, seemingly begging for more. So he gives her more, taking the pebbled nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. She gives a low scream and tangles her fingers into the feat of engineering that is his hair, holding his head firmly to her breast. She can’t seem to catch her breath as calloused fingers explore her body, finding every spot that makes her writhe and moan.

Eternal minutes later she is clawing at Zarakis shoulders, desperate for some relief as he mercilessly teases her, running his hands over her body and mouth fastened on her breast. She tilts her hips upwards trying to convey the want she can’t voice.

Raising his head to look at her with glowing eyes, eye-patch lost at some point, he decides to take pity on her and moves to rest the head of his large cock against her sopping wet pussy. Then he stops, all movement stilled. He wants her to be ready for him, and when her breathing evens out a bit and her eyes open to look at him, he smiles and starts sliding inside her. Her back arches and mouth opens in a silent scream as the huge length is slowly but relentlessly pushed inside her.

She has never felt so full, on the verge of bursting but she’s praying it won’t stop, the pleasure easily outweighing the slight pain of his entry. Taking a deep breath she pushes against him experimentally, moaning as the slight movement makes him twitch inside her. The little moan spurs him into action, and he grabs her hips in his large hands and tilts her pelvis up for better access. Zaraki is enjoying the blessed out look on her face, her golden hair spread out across the white pillow, her gorgeous teal eyes half lidden, swollen pink lips parted as she draws in little gasps of breath, it feeds his ego to see her unravelled like this.

He starts out slow and gentle, unsure of how much she can take, but when she shows no sign of real discomfort or pain he ups the pace. Soon her frantic moans are intermingled with low growls and moans from him as they both work towards that elusive climax. Her nails are leaving bright red stripes along his arms and across his chest, the bright, tiny flashes of pain only fuelling him on, making him forget his strength.

Raising himself up on his knees, he brings her with him and sits back on his heels. She is impaled upon him, his hard length bottoming out inside her, pushing against her cervix. Zaraki throws his head back in pleasure and she can feel the power of his reiatsu surround her and fill the room. The power is crackling along her skin, making her tingle and shiver in his grasp.

He starts pumping her up and down his length effortlessly, as if she is weightless. Sweat is rolling of their bodies making them gleam in the faint light of the candle. By the pitch of her moans you can hear she is close now, straining against him, meeting every thrust with her hips, taking him deep inside. Mere minutes later she’s screaming his honorific title in pleasure as she is pushed over the edge, muscles tightening around him like a vice, and tears falling unheeded down her flushed cheeks. He slows down his thrusts as she trembles around him but never stops the grinding of his hips into hers.

Revelling in her soft body Zaraki concentrates on the feel of her silk around him, the wet slide surrounding him and the tight grip around his hard cock. And finally he lets himself go. She can feel the reiastu around her increasing a split second before he pushes himself roughly in to the hilt, holding her tightly as he groans out her name and coats her insides with his burning hot cum. He slowly lowers her to the bed and slips out of her, she whines at the feel of him leaving her body, feeling empty without him.

Zaraki curls around her small body, cradling her to his firm chest and wrapping one arm possessively around her waist. His other arm moves to drag the covers over them both, and soon they are both fast asleep.