Willingly

Blah Blah, whatever. This was done as a request, and it was also done because this fandom lacks any real porn. This is continuing, though updates won't be that quick. I take a long time to write these things, and ask other people about them.

Hope you enjoy it.


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Neliel Tu and Nnoitra Jiruga were sworn enemies, but they were both affected by their weaknesses. Nnoitra was a pervert, and Neliel was a woman with innocence and naivety. It was this that eventually brought them to their knees.

Though Nnoitra hated Nell there was a part of him that could only stand stunningly gorgeous women. Neliel was just that, he would admit. It would be a lie to himself if he said he never lusted for her. It would be a lie to deny he had ever had subtle wishes of her as a fraccion, as HIS fraccion. Was Neliel not a strong woman, there'd be no question to his dominance over her.

But she was a strong woman. This was something he hated drastically. In every aspect of her existence, she had strength. He could remember the first time he saw her, and recalled how casually he regarded her. He had been wrong in her first impression of her. He regarded her so casually, and made comments that angered her drastically.

That was how their first fight happened.

He hated that part of her ever since that day. The part of her with power as well as nobility. Those two things took the fantasies he had developed from the instant he had seen her, and crushed them.

It was with that that Nnoitra's resolve for Neliel to be defeated grew far stronger than his desire for her to fall beneath him. Though the occasional thought came to mind, that was something that persisted with every attractive woman.

It would change however.

The halls themselves were silent and dark. The tall, wide hallways providing an eeriness to those with weak wills. This hall way was not for the weak, however.

It was for the Espada.

The echoes of his footsteps crept upon absent ears.

Nnoitra was on the way to his room. The day had been another particularly boring one. He had no interest in anything at the moment, his day was spent. He had devoured his fill of his own kind, and he was particularly uninterested in fighting underlings.

Nnoitra had a plan for tomorrow in mind. Like a calendar, tomorrow would be another day he challenged Nell. He had challenged her and failed again, but he would not yet surrender. He would destroy her, and then he would prove he was the best.

Because he was. Nnoitra Jiruga was the best and strongest espada. Defeating Neliel would be the first phase in proving it.

Then he heard her in the distant halls.

Alternating names, Neliel Tu was calling out for her fraccion. “Pesche !” she cried. Her voice became more clear as she slowly approached. Her hand was on the wall, and she had her face directed towards the ground. It was as if she didn't even care Nnoitra was there. This annoyed him of course, but it wasn't something worth saying much over.

She seemed sickly, and this made him ponder challenging her to a fight. Why would she ever be pressed against a wall so closely, calling for her fraccion so desperately if she weren't sick? “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spoke roughly. She looked up at him as if he were a ghost. She hadn't taken notice of him after all apparently. “Nnoitra..” she said, her voice slurred.

Her eyes seemed dull as she looked at him. She let out a cry for her other fraccion, “Dondochakko!” she said horsely. If she was going to ignore him, he would just have to kick her ass. He kicked her against the wall and scowled. “I was fucking talking to you.” he said, his voice angry.
She blinked and got up, “Nnoitra, why are you so..” she said as she walked closer to him. “So mean?”she let out a soft laugh. “What the fuck?” he asked.

“You like to cause me pain don't you Nnoitra...” she said casually. “It's too bad for you that I'm a masochist” she let out a subtle laugh, as if they were friends. He was wondering why the fuck she was telling him this. But then he smelled the alcohol on her breathe. She wasn't stumbling because she was sick, the dumb shit had gotten drunk.

“You're a masochist? Then you'll like it if I did this?” he said as he pushed her harshly against the wall. The wall began to crack, but all Neliel could do was giggle. “You're such a tease Nnoitra..” he was getting really pissed. He thought her usual stuck up attitude was what really set him off. Now he realized she also pissed him off when she was drunk.

Neliel was thinking to herself in a blurred line of thought. It was rarely there was ever an opportunity to drink, and usually she entertained herself by making odd jokes with Pesche and Dondochakka. Those were always funny instances, so the odd drinking occasion was usually just somewhat of fun time for all of them.

She had made a mistake. She had decided to drink without her fraccion there. She knew now what it would mean for her sexuality to be drunk. In the back of her mind Nnoitra Jiruga seemed slightly appealing. The side of her that she claimed to be masochistic was attracted to him right now. And most of all, right now, she realized the imagery in her head was playing back with notice to him. All their fights, every image, she was too attracted to him right now. She had to get away from him, she knew it.

So she tried to not act suspicious. She could barely control her words, but she knew if perhaps she could walk away, or call her fraccion here, things would be different. Her cheeks felt embedded with heat, every phrase she said confused her. She was being silly, and she hoped that would scare Nnoitra off. Sad thing was, she said those things because that's how she felt.

She could think half logically, but not speak or act logically, and the thinking was going down the hill fast.
Putting her hand back on the wall, she walked away from Nnoitra. She had done it so casually that it was enough to light the flame fueling Nnoitra.

Nnoitra was angry. He placed his hand in front of her and clenched his teeth. “Don't act like you're fucking better than me.” Normally Neliel would be in the position to defend herself. However she lacked that power, so she looked at Nnoitra. She could not even some up the words to tell him she was not to be treated as his equal.

For these moments, she was as casual with Nnoitra Jiruga as she was with her fraccion. Nnoitra let out a smirk. “You're a lot better looking when you shut your fucking mouth. You preach too fucking much, it's good to hear you shut up.” Nnoitra said easily. For the first time she had ever really noticed, Nnoitra was looking her over. Neliel pressed her back against the wall and looked up at him, her face red.

Nnoitra kept that same smirk as she looked at him. She found that amusing. She would even go so far as to say she found it sexy. Neliel fidgeted, and felt like she wouldn't escape. Barring her escape was not only Nnoitra himself, but the part of her that was being brought out in the alcohol. “Nnoitra, why are you looking at me?” she said innocently enough.

He rolled his eyes, “Take it as a fucking compliment.” It wasn't as if no man had ever looked at her. Neliel acted as if she wasn't drunk and wandering now. It was her own fault for ending up drunk and wandering around. He put his other hand on her unblocked side. She was successfully trapped between his hands.

Neliel looked at him, and couldn't help but hate this situation. Her logic began to burn as if she had just received the full effects of the alcohol. Nnoitra Jiruga was standing before her. He was looking her body over, and he was making her anxious. Instead of wanting to hit him or insult him, she wanted him. Neliel felt like this desire was beginning to overcome her.

She felt like she had been staring at him forever, and apparently he felt the same. His grin had shifted downwards, and he spoke to her in the same smart ass tone as always, “What the fuck are YOU looking at?” she felt like everything was beginning to collapse. She detested Nnoitra's attitude, and his beast like reasons for fighting her. But she wanted him, and she wanted him badly. She wanted to tell him herself at that moment what she felt, but she could not.

It was he who would set it into motion. He lowered his face on level with hers and spoke, “You're so fucking pitiful when you're drunk Neliel. You can't even pull yourself together, what the fuck would you do if someone were to fuck with you,” his breathe was not foul but it was hot,”you couldn't do anything, and you'd fucking deserve it!”

She knew what he was insinuating, but she wasn't expecting him to do anything. She should have, as his next action was to firmly grip one of her breasts. She shivered as he fondled her and then she realized how much she was enjoying it. The ache between her legs grew strong, and her cheeks were red. “See? You're so fucking drunk you can't say anything coherent.” he let out another one of his wicked laughs. He began to fondle her other breast as a way to tease her. She tried to wriggled from his grip, but she could not. Rather, Neliel did not want to.

Neliel did not know if this was all that Nnoitra wanted to do at that point, but his actions made her want more. His fondling aroused her, and she let out a soft moan. She looked at him and his grin widened in a way he only smiled when he was very excited. “You slut, you're enjoying it!” he let out a laugh.

Part of him pondered what was going on in her head. Then without much more thought he realized how drunk she was made her more vulnerable to her inner desires. All it took was a little alcohol and what she really wanted was revealed. True Nnoitra could defeat her, but what fun would it be when she was drunk? He wanted to annihilate her at her best form, so he could prove his ideals.

But Nnoitra was a lustful man, and he had always wondered what it would be like to fuck Neliel. Being above him in rank ruined his perfect image of what she could be in his fantasies, but being drunk brought them back. Neliel was at his power, and she was enjoying it. What that did to his ego was far more powerful than what rape or humiliation could do.

Without bothering with the proper way to undo it, he tore open her shirt. The opening showed the cleavage she hid from the world. The tight clothes didn't do anything to conceal the size, but it concealed enough to make a man wonder. He began to reach into the opened clothing before he heard a distant voice.

“Neliel-Sama!” cried the distant voice of one of her annoying fraccion. If no one had come, Nnoitra was more than willing to attempt fucking her in the hall. Fuck, anyone coming by might not be a problem. However her fraccion were a problem. He could kill them, yes, but all it took was the sense of a fraccion to possibly change her mind. Besides, it was bothersome to take away from his moment. Who gave a shit who was watching if they'd ignore them, or make a disgusting comment and leave. But fighting when he'd rather be fucking was bothersome, and he would have to do it if her fraccion found them.

Neliel did not hear the voice. She thought she heard it, in truth, but she could not reason with herself to make it out. Before the echo repeated, Nnoitra gripped her clothing and pulled her along with him. Neliel thought she heard the echo again, but Nnoitra kept pulling her along. She did not complain, she knew he wanted what she did. She knew it was just like Nnoitra. She moved clumsily where he directed her. She couldn't make out most of the surroundings, but she could make him out. It wasn't long in her mind before they reached a room. Neliel had never seen it, so she would never be able to recognize the room as Nnoitra's. Nnoitra tugged her into the room and shut the door.

He pushed her onto the bed. She looked to him. His eyes were instead on her body. The dim lighting in the room was bright enough to cast an overbearing dark shadow on Neliel, but still give a darkened tint to her skin. He could see the pink of her nipples just barely revealed from her opened clothing.

Though he wanted to crush her one day with his own hands right now all he wanted was to fuck her. He took off his shirt and threw it to the ground. Neliel looked at him, and shifted herself to a more comfortable position on the bed. He noticed her curves and her body. He wasted no time in moving to the bed, and moving his hand to the clothing still covering her nipples. Nell wanted him to look at her, though her cheeks were still dashed with red.

The process seemed like it had taken forever, but it had not. Nnoitra fondled her again. 'Nice tits' he thought with a grin on his face. Was she trying to hide being a slut by covering them up? No man in the damn world wouldn't want a handful of those, and with the right clothing she could seduce anyone. His fondling made her release moans that told him how easy she was to please. She was sensitive when someone was rough with her. Nnoitra was going to satisfy her masochistic side.

His grip was firm and she enjoyed it. Her low nearly unnoticeable moans were enticing him it seemed. His actions confirmed the notion. His thumbs traced the soft skin of her nipples. She pondered what this would make her wake up to feel, but at the moment all his touch did was increase her arousal. Then his touch ceased abruptly.

Instead his hands tended to her shirt. Though her breasts were in plain view to him, she felt she understood his desire to rid her of all her clothing. He was not accustomed to her clothing. Rather than further fight with it, he ripped it. Though the clothing covering her lower body remained, he became anxious.

He had moved between her legs, sitting in a position that allowed him free movement. In this position was a perfect view of her body. Her breasts were perfectly proportionate to her hips, which were round and curvy. Her thin body was built in a way that would entice any man. It was as if someone built the most fuck able woman in the world and created her in the form of a strong independent woman. That was their only mistake. Not a thing looked out of a place on Neliel Tu Oderschvank. Her hollow mask, her abnormal green hair, even the oddly placed red stripe running across her nose. The red tint on her cheeks and lustful look in her eyes made him want to fuck her.

Fuck her a lot more than once.

'Nice tits' he thought to himself yet again. Nice everything went through his mind. In all his thoughts, the stunningly gorgeous woman before him never turned out such a prize.

He tore off all the clothing that remained on her body. She looked at him with her lust enveloped eyes and fought with herself inwardly. She wanted him to remain dominant, but everything felt so sluggish. Should she egg him on? Her question was answered abruptly as he shoved two of his fingers into her vagina. “Hn, I didn't expect your pussy to be so tight.” he said sharply. He was trying to seem high and mighty. Basically, he was calling her a slut. “Not that I'm complaining, it's more fun to fuck someone if they're tighter.” Neliel did not understand why his harsh words and the stupid grin on his face as he said it did not provoke her. She could not explain why his degrading attitude was making her feel horny.

She would never be able to.

Nnoitra pulled out his fingers, “Are you that eager for me to fuck you?” he licked a little of her come off of his finger and then looked to her. She didn't need to egg him on. Nnoitra was in a state of satisfaction knowing merely how eager she was to be fucking. With every moan she had released, every moment he'd spent looking her ever, and every second he'd felt the inside of her vagina he had established his dominance. Egging on would be like begging.

He removed his pants with far less eagerness than he had removed hers. Neliel ogled him rather than keep the exterior of innocence she kept on all other occasions. He was tall, but he was masculine. She found herself taking in every part of the evening that had drawn her in. His dominating exterior, his hot breathe, his slick and domineering words, his masculine body and his penis. He had enjoyed her appearance, but now she was enjoying his. Every thought she had in the back of her mind felt magnified, and every desire the same. “Fuck me” she said with a proud voice. He was not thrown off. Rather, he was pleased. “Just fuck me, Nnoitra”

As he had momentarily left the comfortable position between her legs to remove his clothing, he motioned to retake the spot. However, he positioned himself about her. His hands were on either side of her, and he was grinning. “Even if you said no, Neliel”

Neliel let out a satisfied moan as he entered into her vagina. He made a barely audible grunt, the slickness of her vagina making a hard thrust feel fucking good. Her arousal meant well for him. As he slid himself as far as he could into her vagina she wrapped her legs around his waist. Feeling her do this just provoked him. He began like this, and he increased his pace almost immediately.

While he kept one hand in place firmly beside her, his other hand moved to pinch at her breast. The sensation was a small one compared to the feelings he was giving her otherwise. The first thrust had given the first sign of relief, though the slightest awkwardness. As the awkwardness quickly faded she felt the relief she needed start to pour over her.
Neliel let out a soft series of moans. His thrusts weren't meant to satisfy her as much as himself. No, perhaps he was trying to satisfy the masochist in her, she thought. He was succeeding. The rough pace of the thrusts were satisfying her. She knew he could go fast, and she knew he could go harder. Neliel knew eventually she would reach the limit of what she could take, but she wanted more of it.

Neliel was so taken into the feelings she hadn't even noticed him lean down a bit more to lick the untouched nipple. The air around them made the nipple the slightest bit cold, but it was melding in with all the other emotions. He grunted with his own pleasure. How could he not? She was pleasuring him in just looks alone. How he moved her body, how she responded, how she sounded, how her pussy felt to him. Those things he realized were enough to entrap his senses in a complete whirl of pleasure.

He moved so slickly from the start it was hard to tell when she became more wet. Neliel knew she was becoming more wet on her own however. He was causing her too much pleasure for that to not be true. The feelings of relief were satisfied. However they were slowly being overcome by much more intense feelings. She was being pleasured instead of adequately relieved. Automatic feelings she might have given herself, or perhaps been given, were replaced by much more deeper sensations.

Her moans strung together, but they only got louder as she began to come. Letting the feelings he caused her overwhelm her, she let out a moan of his name. Her body was covered in sweat already, as was his. She had been satisfied. But it was not yet done. Neliel realized shortly within the moments the sensation of orgasm finished that Nnoitra was not done. He could have been done lone ago, but he did not want to be.

He was strong enough to wait longer. To Nnoitra, he had overwhelmed her. In all actuality, that was the truth. She had come and he had not. There was the truth, and he was not yet finished with her. He would not use her body in several ways this night, but he would use her pussy to his fill. He was stronger than she was in this way, and he would last longer.

He would dominate her longer.

Neliel was surprised she had felt that all so vividly. In her drunken state she had still been enveloped with the sensations he caused her. The question played through in her mind, would it feel even better if we fucked when I was sober? But it was a question she couldn't answer.

The feeling he gave to her nipples was more noticeable. Like before it was harsh. However, it's notice ability still disappeared under the constant thrusts Nnoitra provided. Neliel pondered the thought of everything happening all over again. Something told her Nnoitra wanted that. Something even bigger told her she wanted it.

Nnoitra did not need to assert much dominance now. He merely wanted to make her come again. It would make him the victor in a serious way if she came twice before him. He wanted that pleasure from her. He would say more than anything. However, Nnoitra couldn't quite decide if he wanted the pleasure from controlling and outdoing her more than the pleasure her pussy gave him. He wanted them both, and who the fuck was going to make him decide anyway?

Neliel could tell he wanted to make her come again badly. He was fucking her so much harder that she felt the flurry of things she felt before return to her in such a hasty fashion. His speed and harshness are what made it all come back. She felt like she was still pressed against that wall being taunted and teased by him. That's what he wanted. “Nnoitra-Sama” she said suddenly, and that did shock Nnoitra for just the second. She was giving him respect. In her drunken whore stupor was the only time Neliel would ever give him respect.

In a way that angered him, but in another it excited him. “Yes, pet?” though he could have extended the favor, he did not. Instead, he grinned. She looked to him with a horny and desperate look, “Please don't tease me anymore, Nnoitra-Sama,” again, she did it again ”, Just fuck me as hard as you can” and it was her begging that made him comply.

Of all the slurs and rude comments he wanted to say to her before, right now there was none. For right now Neliel was the dream Neliel. She was fuckable and respectful, and this was how she would have been if she'd have been a fraccion. If she'd have been his fraccion, and that's what he wanted. He complied with her desire for him to fuck her as hard as she could.

Neliel was losing it, and she could barely even realize. She did not think about how she said Nnoitra-Sama, how she begged, or anything but what pleasure he was giving her. It was much too satisfying a feeling to surrender to rationality, especially in the drunken stupor she was in. Her sensations repeated themselves more furiously than before, and she came with a call of his name yet again.

He thrusted into her only a few more times. His desire to keep going wavered, and he came inside of her. Neliel did not know if she could feel it, but she knew what was happening. It was in the panting, sweaty aftermath that the awkwardness became subject. Neliel was still red, and peering up at him. He was staring down at her. What would he do now? Neliel was intoxicated, not given a date rape drug. She would remember.

Even if she wouldn't, he wanted her in his bed tonight. As a trophy, perhaps. Neliel did not know what to do with her feelings at the moment. She had been given what she wanted, even if in a sense it wasn't what she wanted. Nnoitra had gotten what he had wanted.

Nnoitra withdrew from inside of her and laid to the side of the bed that was freed. His bed was large enough for him and more, due to his size. His head faced the other way, as did his body. Awkwardly, Neliel shut her legs. He had not treated her like a zip up bag. She noted the blanket they'd done it on. Without anything being said, the blanket was pulled out from under them, and put on top of the both of them.

They did not face each other. They did not say anything to each other. But the only thing on their minds was each other.