Mutually Beneficial

Mutually Beneficial

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bleach.

Nemu wasn't sure how she had come to this, and if there was one thing her father had never prepared her for it was uncertainty. Her life had always been simple-- just do what the Twelfth Division Captain told her, or be punished, and for so long she hadn't been happy with her lot in life, but it would have sufficed; he was her father and who else should she show her loyalty to, if not him?

And yet, here she was again, outside the Second Division Captain's room on another muggy summer night, long after Mayuri had concluded that Captain Soifon was no longer worth being observed and studied by proxy of his daughter's (unsatisfactory, he reminded her) anaysis. If he ever learned that she was here and not on his orders, Nemu had no doubt that she would be beaten or worse.

Even so, she tapped the shoji lightly before sliding it open and entering. Upon seeing the Captain before her, Nemu stared for half a moment before quickly looking away.

Soifon was lounging as she always did for their meetings, atop her small bed with a stack of paperwork she was already close to finished with. Instead of her Captain's hakama she wore a simple black robe that pooled over her slender thighs and teasingly hinted at her modest cleavage. No one else, save perhaps the former Second Division Captain, would have so much as batted an eye at her even in this state.

For her part, Nemu had trouble pretending she didn't notice. Soifon continued with her work silently, not looking up to acknowledge her visitor until she put the finishing signature on the last document.

"You're late," she said simply, the hoops on her long braids clinking together behind her petite frame as she stood up and walked to Nemu. She hid a smile as she caught the lieutenant's dark eyes flit over her, then slide back to the floor. Nemu stood straight as a rod, her face placid. But Soifon saw through her mask with ease.

"I apologize Taicho, but I--"

She never got out the excuse she'd planned, because at that moment the powerful Captain gripped the front of her shihakusho and pulled her close with one hand, and with the other reached down past the short hem of her robe and forcefully clutched her ass.

The sudden movement made Nemu's breath catch in her throat. She immediately tried to block out the stimulus, to remain calm and unchanged as she'd always been told to, but then the Captain's fingers gently slid up and down the crack of her rear, just light enough to tease. The lieutenant went rigid. She caught a hint of a confident smile on Soifon's face as her finger slipped through a ring dangling from her anus, and that combined with the light circular motion that followed threatened to break Nemu's unfailing calm.

She was biting her lip, eyes screwed up tight in resistance, trying to ignore the warm body pressed against her and the powerful reiatsu enveloping her when Soifon suddenly clutched her chin and tilted her face so that they were eye to eye.

"Look at me," Soifon said simply, and though the raw power of her quiet voice made Nemu comply, it didn't stop her from gasping unrestrained as the Captain yanked the ring and pulled out the cord of anal beads in a single fluid motion.

Nemu had been trained to resist pain, to remain steady and unmoving in the harshest of circumstances. Yet the stimuli proved too much for her, and she shuddered violently and slumped fully into Soifon's embrace, her asshole quivering as cum slid down her legs and formed a small puddle on the floor.

Holding Nemu's inert form against her, Soifon lifted up the beads proudly, then tossed them aside as she whispered into the lieutenant's ear, her light nibbling doing nothing to slow Nemu's errant breathing.

"You had these in you for quite a while, yet you still came in acting so composed. Quite admirable... but we'll take care of that, won't we?"

Nemu barely had the strength to speak, or to move, as Soifon practically shoved her into the bed, then flipped her over so that she was on her back. Now panting hard and that strange warmth settling uncomfortably in her stomach again, Nemu reached for the sash keeping her Shinigami uniform together, but Soifon simply knocked it away and instead yanked at the middle so hard that it tore. Soifon wasn't about to let Nemu keep pretending that these little meetings didn't happen; she wouldn't be able to slip back home tonight, certainly not like that.

Grabbing the tall shinigami's legs, Soifon pushed them up and held them down so that they were resting on either side of Nemu's head and her rear was sticking straight up at the ceiling. Still disoriented, the sight of Soifon hovering over her, looking down into her eyes with such raw authority made her squirm, made her pussy itch in anticipation.

With meticulous, deliberate slowness, Soifon kneaded Nemu's shapely rear before stroking her labia, then gently spreading her engorged lips apart. Nemu nearly broke right then and there, to beg the Captain to stop teasing her, before she felt a wonderful, talented tongue slide into her. She threw her head back so fast her neck nearly snapped, but managed to hold back the moan that came out as a quiet whine.

If her mind was still putting up a fight, Nemu's body was quickly slipping. Soifon seemed to know exactly how to make her twitch and shudder and tighten and convulse, hitting every sweet spot she didn't know she had with ease. Nemu's earlier assertion that Soifon was 'experienced' couldn't have been more of an understatement.

By the time Soifon let Nemu's body out of that position she'd come twice more, her inner thighs caked with honey even as the petite woman had lapped it up. She could have passed out right there if Soifon hadn't begun to teasingly slip her robe off, her petite form pale and perfect in the room's flickering candlelight. The Captain smirked as she noted the renewed energy in her lover, the uncharacteristic lust in her eyes as they focused on the tuft of dark hair between Soifon's slender legs. When she walked up to Nemu and proceeded to thrust her hips forward and spread her dripping folds, there was no need to issue a command.

With barely-restrained enthusiasm, Nemu crawled off the bed, sat on her knees and promptly drove her face between Soifon's legs. What she lacked in skill she more than made up for with eagerness, and her ravenous slurping and suckling were rewarded by Soifon pressing her face in closer and moaning in satisfaction. Though she'd never touched herself before, it was all Nemu could do to hold back as her lover's scent and taste threatened to put her over the edge again.

She'd only had the chance to savor the Captain's juices once before Soifon pushed her head back, then dragged her back to the bed. She pulled off the ragged leftovers of Nemu's uniform, triggering a happy sigh from the lieutenant as if she'd been set free of some unseen chains.

"Hands and knees," Soifon uttered, and without a hint of resistance or hesitation Nemu swiftly obeyed, getting onto the bed like a pet on display. She stayed like that for a few moments, the anticipation making every inch of her body ache like it never had before, until she glanced over and noticed that Soifon had returned, a rather large strap-on dildo on her crotch and accented with black leather and silver chains.

Any misgivings Nemu had at that moment-- and for that matter, all conscious thought-- were erased seconds later as Soifon firmly grabbed her wide hips and penetrated her with a swift, deep thrust. No longer able to even attempt to brush away the sensations coursing through her body, the indescribable fusion of pleasure and pain, Nemu came in an instant, moaning wantonly every time Soifon's hand smacked her rear or slid forward to manipulate her full breasts, tweaking achingly hard nipples with skill.

Keeping the strap-on deep inside Nemu, Soifon pulled them both back into a sitting position, then began to bring her down onto the phallus at furious speed, and to her own surprise Nemu had begun to thrust back, face flushed as she soaked the Captain's lap with cum every time.

But then Soifon pushed her off and slid out of her dripping, stretched pussy, immediately prompting a bleary-eyed Nemu to turn around, a pleading look on her face as if to silently beg for more. Reading her expression, Soifon curled over the girl lying face-down on the bed, whispering deviously into her ear.

"If you want more, all you have to do is ask properly," the Captain said as she positioned the strap-on teasingly at the rim of Nemu's pussy lips. And oh, how Nemu wanted more. Even after more orgasms than she could count, the promise of what Soifon intended conflicted with the last sliver of obedience to her father left in her, and he'd have torn her to pieces if she spoke like that...

"...Please..." Nemu whispered, and while Soifon's fingers teased her oversensitive clit, she made no move to finish.

"Try again."

"M-more, Taicho... Please, give me more..."

Another teasing stroke, this time of fingertips along her belly. Nemu nearly buckled, struggling to hold onto the last thread of her civility, before the tip of the dildo suddenly came to rest gently on her puckered asshole.

The jolt of raw pleasure that ran through her was the last straw.

"Fuck me..." Nemu uttered in a single breath, gasping it out as if somewhat repulsed by its vulgarity even as just saying it made her pussy drip again. At that Soifon gave Nemu's ear a last nibble before responding in a commanding, satisfied whisper.

"There's a good slut."

Without any further warning Soifon spread the lieutenant's ass cheeks apart, grabbed her long braid and yanked it back like a harness, then thrust easily into her backdoor. Nemu came at that moment, harder than she ever had in her whole life, body arched and head tossed back and a blissful look on her face as a new wave of orgasms claimed her. No longer caring who knew she was there, she howled 'fuck me' at the top of her lungs every time Soifon thrust inside her slick tunnel, but even that quickly degenerated into incoherent babbling as a hand wrapped around Nemu's waist and began teasing her clit and pussy with incredible skill.

They continued like that until dawn, and the next day Nemu wore her tattered uniform proudly as she made her way back to the Twelfth Division.