Long-Legged Shadow

 A/N: Everyone just always seems to pair Harribel and Nell together, more than likely because they were both the Third Espadas and both happened to be female. Who knows. But it seems like everyone just kind of forgets about Cirucci; I personally loved her. While I don't venture too much into the Yuri/Yaoi categories (for the sole fact that I lack a lot of couples in both categories) this couple has proven to harass me and label themselves as a guilty pleasure that I cannot deny.

She almost took too much pleasure in listening to the pained scream from the woman as the counter-attack left her nearly cratered into the ground; she must've struck her out from a much higher altitude than she thought.

Slowly approaching the temporarily crippled woman, she watched as she struggled to push herself away from the ground only to use most of her strength to roll herself onto her back instead. Her white uniform was ripped at the wide hem of her dress to reveal the paler stockings that dressed her long legs; giving into every small curve and contour that made up her slender calves and full thighs. Dark-purple locks were disheveled and pulled from their usual pigtailed fashion to partly block the light bruises that marked her flushed cheeks. Her rather unusual yet provocative weapon had been knocked from her hold upon impact and left her ultimately defenseless against her approaching form. She took strange enjoyment in watching the way her heavy chest heaved with labored gasps that would hopefully ease the painful burning in her lungs; watching how the woman seemed to give little notice to her parted legs as heels pushed back into the floor to give herself a surface to push off from; eyeing the way her thighs continued to curve up into the junction of her hips before her skirt dipped down to block the rest of the sight.

They had been here to train and... one move lead to another before the stakes were raised; strikes became too close and attacks began to turn more and more violent.

It was exhilarating

The bleeding strikes on her back from where the tip of the woman's whip had sliced her flesh open like paper were all the more arousing; the warmth of her own blood sliding down her skin pushed her closer and closer to that animalistic need to prove dominance now. The blood was already in the water and she had caught hint of it.

Fingertips cradled and stroked the thick hilt of her sword as she pulled it loose from it's holster inch by painstaking inch till the blade gave off a small reflection in the dim lighting. She knew how she wanted to use it and knew exactly how to get it there.

Another pained groan left the woman as she moved to push herself up; her gloved hands aching as they pushed back against the unforgiving ground to support her throbbing body. Her spine felt like it was radiating with heat as the quick to floor collision gave off the impression of several dislodged and dislocated discs. She doubted the injury actually existed but it sure as hell felt like it did. Her dark eyes glanced up to the blur of the approaching figure; she couldn't make out the details now but she had used the entire battle to take that pleasure for herself. Short blonde-locks seemed to come into sharp contrast against the woman's warm, cinnamon skin; piercing blue-green eyes were barely visible from behind her disheveled bangs and the tall neck piece of her uniform top. Her... almost lack of a uniform was the more interesting piece of her. The cropped, barely mid-rif top seemed to strain and struggle to zip itself together over her rather... gifted breasts; there was no denying their presence, even as a woman herself, she found them oddly distracting. Her firm abdomen seemed to flex in the empty space between her top and the hip-hugging bottoms that cut down almost too low against her thighs; revealing even more of that flushed cinnamon flesh.

It took a moment for her sight to fall back into place and the first thing she noticed was the woman's sword drawn out; the blade already pointed downward as the light rotation of her wrist signaled the oncoming strike from the weapon. There was literally no time for her to react as the woman pulled her arm up before she let the blade fly from her fingertips like it was a simple playing card.

The air stilled and rotted in her lungs as she braced herself for the strike, only to watch as the sword impaled itself into the empty floor space between her legs; missing any type of flesh by a few inches. She let the spoiled air leave her in a rushed exhale as her lips trembled with the loss of breath.

It felt like her body had been cemented by the threat of an attack and refused to move afterwards; barely a twitch seem to leave her fingertips as her better judgment urged her to take the moment and put even distance between them again. She watched as the Third Espada knelt down to retrieve her sword at first before she settled on straddling her legs instead; fingers stroking the thick hilt in a slow, almost delirious motion that border-lined being captivating and hypnotizing. The cold touch of leather against her skin knocked her from the trance as she felt the woman press one hand against her right thigh before she drug her fingers further along the weakened limb. It took her a moment of delay before she noticed the way her dress bundled around the woman's wrist; feeling those cold, leather fingers manage to press themselves against the curve of her lower stomach before they hooked themselves beneath the waistband of her laced underwear. The sound of snapping fingers went off in her head as her body rushed to cease the woman's objective- whatever it was.

"Not so quick."

The woman was faster than she was and it was like in the blink of an eye, she found her hands pinned above her by the wrists; each one caught in the fingers of only one of the woman's hands. That cinnamon body arched over her own and forced those piercing eyes to be over her own. There was a crunch of the blade being ripped from the floor before the woman's body seem to adjust over her; her position shifted to fit one knee between her own and prevent her from closing the euphoric space. A sharp shudder coursed almost painfully up her spine as she felt the cold touch of the sword lightly tracing shapes against one thigh; the tip being drug ever so carefully as it seemed to draw mindless little doodles. The higher it went, the more tense her body became until it felt like her bones had become stone; the tip of the blade slowly pressed against the curve of her underwear before it slowly followed the hidden shapes underneath. The ground crunched once more as the sword was impaled through the tiles against till fingers tilted the weapon forward; pressing the blunt edge of it against her.

"Who was the victor here?"

The blunt edge was almost being forced against her organs now as it almost seemed tempted by the thin material that barely separated the two. She cringed at the touch and just the thought of what one little wrong motion could do.

Fingers separated themselves from the hilt before they moved to lightly brush aside the purple strands that had fallen into her face; they were almost... tender in care and touch as they tucked each piece behind one ear. The flat of the woman's thumb lightly rubbed at the small purple, teardrop that tattooed one cheek; tracing the curved shape over and over again. She watched as those eyes seemed to soften for a brief moment.

"I'll be the first to say that this kind of behavior is... uncharacteristic of me; in fact, I rarely give into the animal that drives me but... the temptation and desire is far too great this time. It begs for dominance and enforces submission. This battle has only driven that point deeper and deeper until it is embedded even into my very fingertips. There's so much blood in the water... I can't control myself."

Her tone continued to remain calm and rather collective; and yet there was the undertone of giving in. They bore the appearances of humans and yet, it was animal blood that coursed through their veins and drove them forward. It was the animalistic need to win that forbid them from surrendering even in the defeat of battle.

"What do you want from me?"

That seemed like the target question as she felt those fingers leave the soft cradle of her cheek before they slowly descended downward. Fingertips pressed into the flat of her sternum before they trailed over the curves of her breasts; prodding the firm, yet forgiving tissue several times.

"Submission."

Of course, the one answer she wasn't looking forward to.

"Why should I-" she started only to be interrupted as she felt the woman lightly clap her hand over her mouth.

"Believe me... as one of very rare and very few female Arrancars and Espadas alike... I think we both know the importance of keeping our strength and refusing actions as easy as submission; unless one enjoys being unfairly taken advantage of by the male species." Harribel interrupted. "I'm sure you've had your fair share of close encounters of being pinned down like such unwillingly." she watched as the rivaling woman took a moment before she gave into a light nod. "It's rather hypocritical of me because I'm doing the same now; all I want from you is submission."

She was really in no position to even fight the woman but that didn't mean she'd have to give easily or even willingly for that matter. Her body shifted underneath the woman before she seemed to take the hint and remove her hand. "And what if I refuse? You're just going to go through with it anyways."

"Perhaps so..." the Third started; fingertips drifting down to the dip of the woman's ribcage. "Submitting to me either way will only get the same result. Pure, unadulterated satisfaction. Now, it all depends on whether or not you want to fight it; or rather, if you can fight it."

The woman continued to drive a hard bargain but she would've preferred if it wasn't in a situation like this; or even with another... female. She certainly didn't swim in that end of the pool but neither did the other woman either; she had seen her dance about with the current First Espada several times too many. But it was just animalistic lust that drove them to find passion in anyone- regardless of gender at times. This woman though... her animal instincts were far more brutal and violent than her own were. She flinched slightly as she felt the woman continued to drag her fingers down along her curved stomach till it teased the waist of her dress; tracing the sown hem several times as though to persuade her.

Her better judgment told her to ignore the woman and fight the urges.

And yet, she couldn't forgive her body for the heat it gave off against the steel of her blade.

"The ending results going to be the same?"

If her face was even visible to sight, she was convinced the dominating woman was grinning. "Maybe even more enjoyable on one side."

She wrinkled her nose at the remark and at the conjoining feeling of the woman's fingers bundling together in the spandex-material of her uniform now. "... Not a word of this leaves."

"That I can do."

There was little time wasted between the short agreement between them.

The Third pulled her up by her wrists till she was just a few inches off the ground; giving the woman enough room to grasp the small zipper at the back of her neck and pull it down to her mid-back. She felt the constricting material of her uniform loosen almost instantly before the woman let her drop back to the ground; those hands almost desperate to separate the clothing from her skin as she tugged it off her shoulder and tore it down along her biceps. Her fingers paused to create an almost dramatic change as they slowly guided the dress off her now. They seemed to purposely let the thin fabric catch on her pale nipples to build up the anticipation before they quickly pulled it downward; creating almost an upward thrust on her breasts as they gave a small, hearty bounce in response.

She almost caught herself grinning as the submissive woman's breasts seemed just as eager to release themselves from their tight confines. The woman's pale skin remained as such throughout, even down to her pale-pink nipples that managed to keep their soft tissue form. She let the flat of her thumb carefully stroke the soft surface of one; watching as the small touch was enough to garner a small shudder from her victim. Fingers continued to tug the uniform further and further down her body to reveal the slope of her ribcage that gave into the firm structure of her abdomen, which was laced with strong muscles and crafted abs. It was an undeniable sight of her body as it curved in to create the rounded shapes that made her all the more desirable; there was a body shape that her wide-hemmed skirt gave no credit to. Both hands tangled in the loosened uniform as she wiggled it off the woman's hips before it slid perfectly to her thighs; getting caught on the obstacle her sword made of itself. Fingers ripped it from its place and set it aside for later use before she shifted her own body to relieve the uniform of it's duty; taking far too much delight in seeing those long legs carefully kick it aside to rest in a crumpled pile. Eyes surveyed the mostly nude body that now resided underneath her; the only thing separating her from being completely bare was the thin lace of her purple panties that seemed to grace her hips beautifully.

"You're gorgeous."

The words caught her by surprise as the tone in them seemed almost genuine. She felt her cheeks burn slightly as those piercing eyes slowly moved over her body again and again. Leather hands cupped at her jawline as the Third leaned down towards her; lightly tucking her head into the empty curve between her neck and shoulder. Her touch continued to almost massage her flesh as she moved down along her neck before she slipped her fingers to cradle the weight of her breasts; catching a light hitch in her throat at the motion. She was the perfect balance between gentle and rough as she squeezed the pair again and again between her hands.

"Ah."

She almost wanted to curse the soft moan that left her as those cursed fingers latched against her nipples; rotating and treating the tissue carefully before a solid squeeze forced a louder vocal reaction from her. Her body seemed to jump at the sudden aggressive tactic and yet her back arched into the motion and provoked another hard squeeze to torment the once soft mammaries. Fingers almost seemed to refuse to detach themselves from the hardening pair; her throat and tongue moaned as the woman continued to squeeze and grope her till the tender tissue had hardened into tight perks. Even after the reaction, those hands didn't cease in massaging the thick flesh of her breasts; seemingly having her own fun in watching her give into each and every motion instead.

Eventually, those hands gave into the temptation to search the rest of her body for any more prized possessions. It was like fingers searching a treasure map for landmarks; fingertips pressing into every soft spot and surface to hear her reaction. The woman prodded her abdomen and squeezed her sides to arch her body this way and that. The leather touch was almost comforting now as they glided effortlessly along her body and forced her to give out every sweet spot to get her fingers to curl into the tiles below. She felt her back arch and her hips give in as they pressed downward and forced her legs open wider around the woman; ultimately giving up her defensive stance against her now.

A sharp intake of air cursed her lips as she felt those fingers tease the lower curve of her stomach once more; trailing the sensitive back and forth with a leather touch. Her body almost seemed to twist at the touches as an unforgivable force knotted together her lower stomach.

"That's right..." Harribel whispered; taking in every whispered moan and gasp from the woman. It was almost just painstaking enough to push more space between them as she forced herself back onto her knees; delighting herself with the view of the woman once more. Her body moved with every breath and groan; her pale flesh flushed with heat and stained a crimson color; a few darker places marked the placement for new bruises. Her hands wrapped themselves around the woman's hips and squeezed them lightly to watch how her thighs shuddered at the motion. Fingers curled beneath the thin lace once again and slowly began the removal process; almost testing her own self-control to keep a steady pace even though her inner animal wanted to simply rip them free and pressure the woman to never wear another set again. She felt her legs move with her to slide the pair off her more easily; kicking them aside for later pick up. There was no denying the clear fluid that had somehow made it's way to coat her thighs just lightly; leaving no room for rejecting the level of her arousal from the short foreplay. The small grace of her fingertips against one thigh almost seemed to cause the woman pain as her body arched once more.

She carefully ran her hands along the underside of the Privaron's thighs and lifted them till they were almost completely perpendicular to the floor before she pressed them back in towards the woman's body. She leaned down slightly and hooked knees over her shoulders before she used one hand to cradle against the woman's back; forcing her up as well till she was almost folded against her chest.

"Ahhh..." Cirucci groaned at the sudden position; feeling the curve of her back almost ache from the given pressure. She felt the Third's hand come up to cup the back of her neck as she pulled her more in towards her chest; sealing her almost in the given pose.

Leather fingers dipped downward to stroke the defenseless organs who would fall victim to her; fingers sliding through the slit in the woman's mound before she skimmed the flat of the tips over the fully aroused organs. She could feel her lungs kick into panting as the heated touches rattled her nerves as they tingled beneath the sensitive flesh. Her hips wiggled slightly against the spread-open position before she felt the leather grace over the moisture of her folds. It felt like her entire body froze and shuddered all in one.

Two fingers carefully prodded the sealed folds and pushed them open to leave only the throbbing heat of her entrance in exposure. Balancing between her thumb and ring finger, the two digits between slid forward and forced aside the muscular opening. She couldn't stop the soft cry-like gasp that left her at the barely-there penetration; her eyes knitted tightly together as she felt the woman work the rest of the digits through her aching walls. The movements were tight at first as her hips tried to adjust to the newcomers; every little shift seemed to press her fingers harder into her walls and force another moan from her. It didn't take long for the fluids to slick the leather gloves and bring the full length of her fingers inside; she could feel their presence against her walls that almost seemed to push for their departure. Pulling back, she moaned again as her fingers penetrated her once more and worked themselves into a slow rhythm. They almost worked in a circular-like movement as they bent slightly upon departure to widen her entrance slightly and irritate the abundance of nerves that lined the first rings. It was a pleasurable sensation though as her whole body arched and twisted for the continuation of every thrust.

Fingers tangled in the woman's purple locks as she held her tighter to her chest; her fingers sliding effortlessly back and forth through the woman's folds. She could feel the matching heat of her fluids and of her body through the gloves and she wanted more of it. Removing herself completely, she gave into her own mortal temptation and planted three digits inside without hesitation. Feeling and hearing the woman cry out at the sudden addition that forced her walls further apart. It was the pulsing heat inside of her own body that quickened her fingers; giving no second thoughts or hesitation- she had to feel every part of the rivaling body submitting to her. It was small bits of rational thought that reminded her to stroke the flat of her thumb over the woman's hardened clit and press harshly into her smaller nub; repeating the motions again and again till the seemed to coincide with the thrust of her fingers.

She pressed in once more and held the heated position; giving a moment to listen to the woman's heated pants and quiet cries of euphoria. Fingers lightly twisted themselves about in the tight passage before she stretched the muscular walls with a simple separation of her fingers; listening to the sharp, almost breathless gasp that left those purple lips. Even through the leather, she could feel the odd texture of her wall where the larger collection of nerves seemed to reside; every small touch sent the woman into breathless pants that buried herself deeper into her chest. She peeled her fingers back for a moment to stretch her entrance once more before she wiggled in her smaller finger to curse the woman even more.

It was rush of heat and sheer pleasurable pain as the Third ravaged her body again and again; each time bringing another addition of fingers until she was almost certain she was going to burst from the build up. Every finger pressed more and more into her nerves and tightened her lower body till it felt like an iron vise had turned her abdomen into a molten facility. She found her hips baring down to bring the woman in further and closer every time until their two different bodies were practically rocking into one another. She could hear her own voice echo in the large training room and against the cinnamon skin that confined her; her body aching for release as the woman used every finger to press into her unforgiving spot of nerves. Every movement turned faster and seemed to become more and more aggressive as they both worked towards the same goal. Her insides felt like they were dying and she could feel every trickle of liquid escape her and coat her lower body shamelessly.

One more thrust of her fingers landed deep inside of passage and triggered the release she had been aiming for.

It felt like her knees pressed into the woman's shoulders and pulled her down closer as ankles dug unforgiving into those cinnamon shoulder-blades. Her hips buckled inward and buried themselves against those fingers that now found themselves trapped in those muscular walls that contracted in climax. Fingers tangled in the cropped uniform as she practically screamed into the white material; every inch of her felt tortured by the molten rush of heat that flooded her bloodstream while euphoria pooled easily into her brain. Every limb was left with a numb, tingling feeling afterwards as the rush into the raw exposure ruptured every working nerve beneath her skin.

"I'm tempted to leave my mark on you..." Harribel started; giving in to the light gasps.

She tied her arms around that cinnamon mid-section and held herself there before fingertips moved to trace the open wounds of her back; reminders of hot tip of her whip from before. "It doesn't matter... my mark's already on you."