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Scrutinizing further into the chamber, he realized it was Rukia's place in the Kuchiki manor, being around plenty of times here when they started dating. He had no idea how he got here considering just a second ago he was fine standing beside his daughter as they wrestled who was going to get the last pack of snacks. (If the snooping thief would have not found the bag of chips hidden in the pot drawers in their kitchen, he probably would have shared the snack with her. But seeing his teenage daughter grab the bundle and get on the couch to watch one of her favorite shows unbothered by doing the nice gesture to ask him if he wanted some, made him want to teach her something about sharing.
Besides, the training would have done her good for when her brother would come, learning how to divide whatever they got between siblings. They decided, albeit miffed about it, to spar for the bag, whoever the winner might be receiving it. Fighting indoors wasn't something Rukia liked, whenever they wanted to train, she pulled them both by the back collar of their clothes outside, not wanting any of her brother's fragile gift or furniture to get destroyed.
However, luckily for the father and daughter pair she wasn’t there to stop them, the two large shinigami coming to attack one another as they usually did when Renji was teaching her how to fight. One moment he was getting ready to block a fist he saw coming from miles away, and prepared to turn the spar in his favor by taking advantage of a spot she always forgot to defend, and the next, he was surrounded by purple-bluish strings of lighting, encasing him completely with no way out. ) When he opened his eyes back again, he just found himself alone in the white-cream interior, not understanding what happened.
As he glanced around analyzing the details, he perceived that some of the things here were amiss: the oversized chappy plush she received on her birthday from the other members of her division, the framed photograph of when they went to an adventure park with Ichigo and Orihime and the paintings she made when she was all bored for not going to work while she was pregnant. Continuing to count the numbers of missing items he learned that they were too many for it to be normal. Even if anyone (because he highly doubted the owners would do so) decided to organize the room, it still had aspects they left out, like the book on the bedside table and the disorganized many plushies of the white bunny she loved so much laying on the gray large closet.
Just as he pulled a few papers to look over the office, he was caught by the mentioned raven-head woman as she opened the door of her room to get inside. At the first sight of her, Renji realized two things:
One: she was not the same Rukia that he was used to. She looked the same as she did before they got reunited, short haircut that reached her shoulders, simple shitagi that every officer wore and permanent scowl on her beautiful features.
Two: because this was not his actual time Rukia, he will probably have to deal with a really uncomfortable situation seeing the dark-head was already greatly shocked by his presence. He just hoped she wouldn't alert anyone else before she let him explain the situation to her, not that he had many ideas of what could have happened.
"Look I know this is weird but you have to trust me, I'm not a creep, I just got uhh time traveled here into your room?" . Yeah right, like anyone with a smart head on their shoulders would actually believe that. Maybe he could escape the large window before his own captain and brother in law would come running to kill him.
"What are you doing here?" inquired the ebony-head woman as she carefully took a step in the room, finally closing the door. She had a haughty expression on her face, not letting any emotion be seen on it as she glanced the other down with her violet eyes.
"Uhmm" stumbled Renji as he was faced with the distant and cold demeanor he was not used to getting from his loving partner of almost 20 years.
Seeing her further appearance turn even into a more suspicious gaze, the long-haired male went for the truth "I don't really know so myself" he confessed before she pulled him by the material of his black kosode. "Well think more then. How did you get past the servants anyway. And why the damn are you in my room" she cursed out reverently as she pulled him into her face, the icy words and rough handling making him wince a bit as he thought of a good enough answer. Unfortunately, he couldn't grasp for a lie that she would buy so he insisted on some light humor to ease up the atmosphere.
"Heard you got good food here and wanted to try too..?" he said so jokingly, not really taking the forceful grasp on his clothes so seriously seeing she was slightly trembling with unrestrained emotions up close. " She must be shaken up too" thought the 6th lieutenant as he realized this Rukia was the one he let go of so many years ago. Seeing him again, and in her room no less, must be a whiplash for her, not really knowing how to react to any of this, either call for help from someone or punch him in the nose for breaking in. But a smaller side of her was a bit curious, ' why was he here? And why now? ' after all these years.
"What if he came back for her? Realized what a fool he'd been and wanted to repair his mistake" she thought, before shutting the idea down, he could have sneaked in the room for multiple reasons, wanting to steal something from the rich manor, claiming he wanted help from her, saying she owed him that for the time they knew each other.
The redhead saw her mind going miles per hour, trying to understand why he was here, but it wasn't like he knew either. He just was. He laid his hand on her own, pulling it away from his clothes as she let him off.
Giving the other a helpless expression he just said soothingly "I don't really know why I am here either". He felt bad for not giving the other a reason why he came back in her life like this but it wasn't like any of this was his own fault too. He was plenty happy with his own life back there, finally married to her after all the hardships they went through and a father to a troublesome but kind girl.
It wasn't like she was going to believe any of that so the best he could do was give her a 'sorry' for what happened.
"You don't know?" replied back Rukia with a distrustful tone, "What kind of person doesn't know why or how he got in a place" she said afterwards, not really a question but more of a complaint. She really didn't get how the man in front of her was there, but it seemed neither did he himself judging by the honest gaze on his face.
"Only you could come back to a former friend's room after 15 years of not speaking" the short-haired woman mumbled under her breath. Catching what she said nonetheless, the redhead grinned a bit despite the previous action, learning that even if she was upset with him, and would probably want to have nothing to deal with, she still kept talking to him now. He knew from his own experience how much he missed the raven-head during the 40 years they were apart, so he probably assumed she would feel the same way. Should have, if she wasn't kicking him out screaming that a stranger was in her room.
"Oh, so this should be in that time" hummed the longhaired male as he circled the confused looking girl in the middle of the room. He found it weird to look at her now, so used to the Rukia he knew back home, who was wearing a captain haori on top of the regular clothing and was sporting a longer haircut.
She was also not as cynical and frigid as the one in front of him, having many friends who she loved, even if she wouldn't say so.
Getting more questions than answers the fed up female soul reaper yelled at him: "What the hell are you talking about? What time" she got up before the man interrupted her, far too amused by the high-strung attitude she was displaying.
"God I forgot how feisty you would get before," said the redhead out loud, smirking in front of the fuming shinigami. She mellowed out over the years, not rising to the bait of his tauntings as much as when they were kids or young. The age and hardship they both went through maturing each no doubt, they still kept their fiery nature, but now it left room to a much more common agreement between them to protect and care for the other and they're own daughter. Their duties were also an important factor who changed their temperamental behaviors, leading a division meant an unimaginable hard task, both of which the pair were admittedly succeeding at.
The comment managed to surprise the infuriated shinigami, her defenses lowering the moment she felt the other circle her around like prey. Staying still, she couldn't understand how he matured so much, even when she saw him in passing he never looked like this, all grown up, accomplished and with a secure air surrounding him. Like he was exactly where he should be in life, confident in what he was doing and saying. The boy she met back there in Inuzuri wasn't like this, all strong muscles and nature, with an easy going smile on his face as if he was truly happy with his course.
It made her feel annoyed, why was he doing so good when her own life felt like a chore sometimes. Guess they really parted ways that afternoon back at the Academy… .
A part of her still felt proud of him, the boy from Rukongai, defying all nobles and stuck-up fools with his abilities. Finally proving the worth she was so sure he had in himself, knowing he was more than what they all thought he would be.
"Cat got your tongue?" questioned the male as he witnessed the quiet shinigami in her room for a few moments. Now that she calmed down for a bit, he couldn't help but scrutinize her every move. He wanted to learn this version of her too, even if it wasn't the one she was happy about, one that still needed growth.
"Shut up" responded Rukia with a scowl, not willing to let the redhead have the pleasure of making her flustered. Even if his new form and demeanor attracted her, she still felt weary of him, after all it has been over a decade since they even spoke.
He let out a wolfish snort, easing back into their playfulness as a familiar resort to when he couldn't sometimes reach her.
The room basked in silence once more after that, both of them not knowing what to do or say now. Renji, not knowing if he should reveal the life he actually came from, sat on the bed, trying to think of any cons and pros the action had. The moment he laid down however, the raven-head female turned her head sharply at him letting out a "don't just sit on my bed". He looked at her, now mostly the same height because he was seated, he could see her face more clearly, the creasy lines of her mouth making way to her parted lips, the upper raised in defiance. "And where do you want me to stay? At your desk?" The redhead asked, not really seeing the problem she had with him laying on the mattress. He was miffed when she vehemently said to him "no, not there either '', making him realize she simply didn't want him to touch anything of hers.
Grinning mischievously, he easily laid down on his back, now flush with the bedding as he lifted his feet to place them bent one on the other as he put his palms at his nape. Utterly audacious, he gazed her up, taking in her perturbed aspect with delight. He did so only to spite her, but now that she was obviously younger, such petty acts of childishness worked on her very well.
Unnerved by his unwillingness to listen she moved from the middle of the room, leaning on the bed to grasp his shoulders and get him up. The minute she had done so, the long-haired male's instincts kicked in, used to them rustling on the training grounds and at home too. He pulled her down by twisting her body around, the second-hand move almost imprinted on his brain by how many times they spared. Rukia, on her part, had not expected this, the old brawls they used to have were a thing of the past. So she was completely dumbfounded when she saw herself now the one below, not really understanding how he moved so quickly. Looking under himself the redhead knew she had to wonder why and how the hell he'd done that. He couldn't really tell though, whenever the shorter woman was involved his brain tended to shut down and his body got to act on its own. Even after they got together and were so for many years, she just had something about her that brought this side of him, the puerile one who wanted nothing but to exchange teasing taunts with her and quarrel.
But seeing her wide-eyed and youthful gaze couldn't help but stir unwanted thoughts in his mind. She just seemed so much more soft now, he knew that his own wife was greatly capable of amazing displays of leadership, sure of herself and what she was doing. Although this version of her was far more fragile, just a few cracks in the steely bravado and her weaker ends would be showing.
She still laid one hand on his shoulder from the time she tried to pull him up, it was shakingly staying there, too nervous to move it from there, but also frozen up by the other surprisingly powerful muscles. Indecisiveness portrayed her features, unsure if she should even be so carefree with her former best friend. She tentatively moved the hesitant palm away from the lean redhead, not sure how she should proceed next.
Seeing her faltering and virtuous expression, he couldn't help but encase her hand back, long fingers gripping the others wrist to place in its original spot. The fickle thought of what he could do to her now that she was grades weaker than him in power filled his mind before he pushed it away, feeling bad it crossed his mind. They were equals in everything, so to see her like this was a new sentiment he only felt back when she had lost her powers. He resented the person he was with her then, but luckily they overcame that, both of them stubbornly clinging to a potential they had to become.
"Renji.." he heard in a low voice, almost too hushed to hear. Looking back down, he witnessed the other’s reticent demeanor as she was trapped between his hard body and the bedding.
Shocked by the addressing, he leaned closer, almost wishing she would say it again, the pure feeble tone of her voice making him slightly crazy.
He should back off, let her get up and try to find a way to go back to his home, to his own timeline while he still could walk. But something in the way she looked at him made him freeze up and want to ease up the cowering and anxious air around her. Despite the wavering confidence in her manner, she held his gaze with intensity, the purple eyes he so beloved not taking off even a minute from his face. The air was thick with tension, reminding him of the times before they got together, all pent up energy between them that had nowhere to go, making each of their bodies tremble with electricity.
The redhead lieutenant found himself rooted to the spot, the other’s supple and irresistible frame drawing him closer to her face. She heaved breathlessly at the new proximity, the larger man's exhales puffing against her cheeks as her shuddering heart attempted to break out of her ribcage. It didn't come to a shock when the taller male simply looked for permission for his next move, a light nod being the approval sign he needed. Tenderly he pressed his lips to the other’s somewhat chilly ones, reliving the first time the two have kissed.
Obviously he could immediately pinpoint the differences, the first time they both had experience, dating or fooling with other people that was to be expected for their age. Truthfully it was one of the best kisses he ever had, and he wasn’t even saying that because he was hopelessly in love with the woman. The way she gripped his jaws and the back of his neck while she eased up her tongue in his mouth was still sending shivers down his spine to this day. But presently he knew he had to take the lead with their embrace, guiding her a bit by turning her head opposite his for a better angle.
She kissed good, amazing even, but it was still a bit just unpolished, rough, like a diamond in the making, kind of like her own being. He knew he should take it slow, ease up the raven-head who was now younger and less ventured than him. But when he lifted himself from their lip-lock and saw her dismantled form: all red puffy lips that were still open for him, flushed cheeks that surrounded that pretty ravaged mouth and closed eyes that scrunched up the moment he parted from her, something inside him screamed 'take her now'. Not strong enough to fight it, he pushed her down into the mattress once more, now more forcefully taking her lips, savagely pulling at the bottom one to hear the throaty groan from the stunned female. She laid her hand on his jaw, battling between pulling him closer or farther to ease up the bittersweet bites he was giving her poor swollen lower lip. He couldn't tone down his actions, too wind up in what he was doing as he got a hand in her hair and grasped it firmly.
Shocked by the unexpected loud moan she let out over the move, he regrettably pulled away from their caress. Checking if she was alright now, he gleefully found her embarrassed face, burning crimson cheeks as she was aware of the shameful sound she just let out. Stifling a laugh because he was completely sure she would kick him out for that, seeing as though she sometimes possessed a thick skin like her brother and if she felt that she was made fun of she would definitely have a hostile response, he took the dark-head's chin in between his index and thumb, catching her gaze to his. He let out a reassuring smile, beam up to his ears with the two charming dimples she liked to trace when they lazed around in bed. The tattooed male pulled her fingers to his grin, warming up the smaller’s scared exterior. After a few seconds she cupped his chin, now more sure that even though they so clearly were different in so many ways, the unspoken trust and bond was still there, persisting through decades.
He bit down on the soft fingers on his laugh, playfully tugging on them as the smaller shinigami let out a " heey " at the dull abuse of her digits. Lowering his head, he peckered nibbles to the space between her neck and chin, moving lower and up to her ear as she involuntarily let out a light chuckle at his long hair tickling her skin. Pleased to hear her laughter even for a moment, the redhead moved his right hand to her waist, uncovering the body part to drag strong fingers across, pulling out more spontaneous bounds of shrieks from her.
Unable to resist the administrations she let out howling guffaws while kicking her feet into his torso, trying to dissuade him, but ultimately failing until she accidently rubbed over his crotch area. The indisputable feeling of the member touching his loins made him stop his movements, a new seriousness and newfound interest overtaking his brain.
The pair glanced each other down for a few heartbeats, both of their foolishness and jest unanimously coming to an end in front of their excitements, before coming together again, vigorously grasping the other as their mouths passionately joined. Pushing the material of her shitagi down her shoulder, he quickly removed the stash that held it together, untying it to the chilly air of the room. He pushed it open, revealing the pristine skin that her clothing hid, save for the bindings of her chest that secured her breasts.
"Aren't you taking yours off too?" the short-haired soul reaper inquired, gaze all aroused as she wished to see him as well. The 6th division lieutenant moved to take his shirt off before remembering he carried his wedding ring on the chain at his neck, and if he were to remove it the raven-head would obviously interpret it the wrong way. Or right, because in this lifetime they technically weren’t married.
Moving lower to peck her lips some more he mumbled out a "later on" before he grazed his palms across the exposed torso, marveling at how she still kept her ivory skin without too many bruises, well except the ones he gave to his Rukia in his own chronology.
Urgently, he felt the need to see her lower anatomy, to pinch at the thighs he always fantasized about before they got together, and even after. Seeing what he intended to do, she helped him by lifting her hips, the redhead pulling her hakama and the last article of clothing that kept her modesty together. Struck to the spot by the breathtaking view he stared at the milky legs, easily spread up to expose an even more desirable frame of her physique. Dampness surrounded the other parts of her pussy lips, now devoid of any restraint, the slick lowered over to the violet eyed woman's thighs making it shine evidently. Mortified by the undivided attention and the clear evidence of her enjoyment Rukia tried to cover herself up with her hand, shyly hiding the intimate parts of her body.
Brought back by the action, the long-haired man pulled her hand harshly away not wanting to get separated even for a second by the gorgeous sight.
He did not want her to feel the need to hide such a lovely cunt, all tight insides and wet heat that he knew from past experience would be gripping onto him like a vice, almost not wanting to let go even after they were done.
Fed up with taking his sweet time with her, with a rougher demeanor he pulled the shinigami closer to him by her hips, ready to open her up for his awaiting hard cock in his pants. Guiding his fingers to her hole, he was stopped by a hand grasping his wrist, the shy and redder owner wanting to say something but too embarrassed to open her mouth. Patiently, he stopped his intentions expecting a phrase from the short-haired girl who now seemed to have gained enough courage to express herself out loud.
"Just go easy would you?" she coaxed out nervously, not wanting to give out her inexperience but still wishing the man would be gentle, especially since he possessed such a tall figure. Everything about him screamed big, muscular and powerful, from the sharp angled jaw to his wide stance and shoulder then his steely abdomen. He was so developed from the Renji she met in Rukongai, now several degrees larger than her he could effortlessly pick her up like a toy. The idea shouldn't have made a new heat spark in her lower regions but it did, and the already slippery core flooded even more at that.
He nodded positively before pursuing with his plans, an incidental thought crossing his mind. Based on her cautious attitude, he deduced that she was probably unfamiliar with this, but now that he stopped to think about it, she was too fearful and sinless, not taking lead in any of the deeds and only waiting for him. Maybe she doesn't know what to make of this, being intimately close to a man she hasn't been in contact with for years? But even so, she wouldn't settle back and do nothing, the other’s bossy demeanor wouldn't allow it. " Except if she never done this before " mused the redhead, as he took in the other’s doe-eyed gaze, much too bashful for somebody who slept with a man before.
"Wait, you've never..?" asked Renji, the question hanging in the air as though he would be too affected by the mere suggestion. If it were true… the male only thought aggressively, grasping the sheets below him to will his powerful urges down. He heaved up a deep breath, gulping his suddenly dry throat as the dark-haired woman's humble face moved to the side, the simple refusal for an answer providing enough information.
Placing her hands into his ponytail he simply said to her "pull if it gets to much and don't worry" before lowering his mouth to her glistening cunt, trailing a lick up to her clit, before going lower to her rim, hardening his tongue to plunge into her. The moment he felt tightness on the wet muscles around his mouth he couldn't hold back, even the loud sob she let out lost in his turned on mind, much too focused on ravaging the hole surrounding him. He purposely avoided the sensitive nub beneath her clitoris hood, knowing that it would bring her to come too quicker for his pacing. He wanted to be the one to control this, her orgasms, her straining body, every bit of pleasure she received from him, only him. The possessiveness wasn't something he hadn’t encountered before, but it always seemed to hang back in him, like a savage creature only waiting for the master to open the lock to its cage.
More famished by the sweet taste, he held the dark-head's legs open, his large palms almost encasing her whole upper thighs. Pulling her into his mouth to reach her insides better, he lifted her lower back off the satiny sheets, flattening his tongue to reach deep into every part of her. Sensing it was time to add more, he pushed two digits inside the cramped space, taking his reddened mouth off the others private parts. Licking up the remaining slick on his lips, he was free to admire his partner's wrecked state, now with a better view than between her plushy legs.
She gave up long ago on the pretense of her unaffected and pristine image, now reduced to only panting breaths and soft cries. Lustful naive lavender eyes gazed around herself trying to grasp at anything through the boundless satisfaction she got from the skilled fingers. It wasn’t like this when she was doing it by herself, probably the large length of his fingers giving him another advantage in pleasuring his partners.
A fierce and horrible thought that she was merely another conquest in his playbook filled her head, making her still her body before clearing her head. After all, she gave him permission for this, whatever it may be, one nightstand or more. Additionally, she knew he couldn't keep things as just a pleasurable trade, even when they were younger he still preferred to pursuit girls who were available to an honest relationship.
Deceivingly, the long-haired male figured she was obviously bored by the current stage and upped the movements of his hands, annoyed that she had the time to be thinking so much about unnecessary things, her brows furrowing in the clear sign of having bothersome thoughts.
He clearly had to tip in with the performance so he lowered the waistline of his pants below his dick, grabbing it to stroke it a few times with her own arousal, the wet substance providing enough of a lubricant to make it slippery. He glanced up for a bit taking in the other's expectancy, all sheepish and blushful face but still alert and excited based on the curious look she was giving him. Not one to disappoint, he pushed forward in one go, making sure to be relatively soft and comfortable for the petite woman. Despite this, his large length must have been too much for the other, seeing she let out a strident whine as soon as his hips connected with her backside.
Giving her a few seconds of rest to get used to the size, he pinched her chin in his fingers pulling her gaze to him. Her violet eyes watered at the heaviness her insides had to endure, the harsh angle making her legs start to shiver instinctually.
The redhead gave no warning before he prodded with a punishing pace from the start, the patience he previously showed before now lost in the sexual tension filled mood. She barely had time to grab onto the sheets before the older man roughly shoved his dick into the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her, immeasurable ecstasy filling every inch of her body.
"Damn, you're tight" he let out grunting as the shorter woman seemed to clench on his manhood every time he entered her.
She didn't know for sure if that was a good or bad thing, but involuntarily she let out a shriek at the phrasing, fearing her smaller body would break if he applied even more vigor. Not that she could even grasp much in the passionate exchange she just focused on not cumming too soon, the repeated abuse against her wired spots making stars glimmer in the back of her eyes. After another ear-splitting wail that she could barely struggle to contain half of, the long-haired male leaned down to whisper into her ear, not for a second stopping his onslaught: "you like that Kuchiki?". He grinned at the use of her last name, which was usually reserved for them in terms of teasing, not that she would know about it but he still figured it would rub her the wrong way.
"Fuck you" she hissed out, tightening in response to the remark as she dragged her nails alongside his broad back.
He stopped the rhythm of his thrusts at that, a teasing "Yea?" escaping his lips before he turned them around, the raven-head woman now finding herself on top of him, legs spread by the powerful muscles of his lower basin.
"Ok then" he told her, figuring if she wanted to play this game she should have braced for the consequences. The dark-head only looked at him incredulously from her perched seat, not sharp enough to understand what she was supposed to do now. He was aware she was obviously inexperienced but she should have diminished her brash temper even so. Picking her doughy thighs in his broad palms he used the upper parts of her legs just below her butt to lift her up a few centimeters, before just as quickly dropping her back down. Unexpectant by the lightning stimulation passing her entire body from her rear she let out a startled yelp, clutching her fingers in the first thing she could feel. Grievously for the 6th division lieutenant that happened to be the skin of his navel, sharp nails brutally digging in, making him holler at the treatment.
He bit his tongue to quiet himself, not wanting to frighten the shorter girl as she seemed to feel bad for the previous gesture, all worried as her nose twitched in concern. Besides it wasn't her fault either, she acted so unconsciously as he pushed into her from a new position. The redhead decided to let her move at her own pace from now on, controlling the rhythm of their act. He rested his hands on the flesh of her hips, loosely clasping her waist to signal to her that she was now in charge.
Not really sure how to do this, Rukia used her knees and thigh muscles to raise herself off the cock inside her, almost up to the tip before she pushed back down. Handling his abdomen to keep her steady, she increased the motions, much to both of their satisfaction. He struggled for a bit to stay still, wanting to lay back and enjoy the quivery way she was riding him, wobbly loins and arched back as her eyes squeezed closed.
As a hard slam to his hips crushed his cock by her heated insides, he couldn't help but lift his upper body in turn, putting his forehead on his partner's shoulders. Breathing heavily to not react to the action, he lowered his mouth to her cleavage, the edge of his chin touching the wraps around her bosom. Despite the fact that she continuously mounted his manhood, the long-haired man wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, encasing her whole frame as he crushed her to his rock hard body. Sensing her rhythm falter and her legs waver around him, the tattooed male thrusted up into her cunt, the slick covering her private regions and now his groin making it easier for him.
The other could barely hold her form over him when he pushed upwards into her insides, the shock of the feat making her stumble and drop if it weren’t for her lover's hands. Not being able to fully maintain her stand and move at the same time, the lavender eyed female just let herself be maneuvered to the redhead's will. Now allowed to do however he wanted, Renji fucked into her hole, well aware of where her high-pleasure points are and how to reach them to heighten her pleasure. Doing so, the flushed female threw her head back, moaning at the ceiling as her pussy was thoroughly ravaged.
Spasming around his cock, the raven-head finally cummed under the raw usage, curving her back as she pushed her bust into the other’s torso. Fully losing her ability to stand uplifted she just dropped her head on the male's right shoulder, waves of exciting pleasure filling her as she quivered like a new-born deer. Even though she was reaching a point of oversensitivity the man below her didn't plan on stopping any time soon, barely even acknowledging she had an orgasm. After a couple of more plunges to her core, it seemed she just couldn't remain quiet anymore, constantly letting out cries and even the few times she wasn’t, the short-haired woman was sighing against the material of his shirt.
A well placed hit on her bundle of nerves made her lift her head from its resting spot, feeling a weird sensation encasing her lower midsection. She tried to mumble out a "wait" but in between gasps it was coming nothing like the four letter word she was trying to get out. Not really getting what she was telling him, the crimson-head placed his hand on the back of her head pulling her back to his body as he petted the inky locks of hair.
He could see her back trembling as she struggled to stay in the same position for so long, letting him do whatever he pleased with her slim body. He wasn’t going to take long, just pushing into her form a few more times. However in between those plunges, he could feel her squeezing him even tighter for a second before white-cream fluid runned down from the walls of her cunt, wetting even his inner thighs in a load of drizzle. At the unexpected dampness she released, the violet eyed got up and looked at the mess she created. Not understanding how could so much liquid come from only her, she assumed he cummed inside her as well, only learning that wasn't the case when she stayed back on her hind legs, the still hard cock snuggled fit inside her. Rukia just sat there, hands on his abdomen as she gazed at him up ingenuously, not understanding how his endurance could be this strong. A bit flushed about it, he told her :"I haven't finished yet", a big grin overtaking his face as he saw her gulping down in fear and awe.
Understanding that she was already spent from the previous orgasms, he pushed her on the sheets, turning her sideways for them to sit face to face on the futon. He pulled out of her wet insides, the remaining damp liquid spilling on the sheets and around her upper legs, shining them flush as they also reddened over his firm holding. Planning to use her thighs to finish himself off, he pushed the powerful legs around the length of his dick, squeezing it and dragging her loins over it. He got so into it that he didn't even notice the raven-head trying to pick up his attention twice by pulling on his wrist.
The moment he did, she lifted her left leg, planting the arch of her foot on the bed, showcasing her glistening cunt as she picked up the large cock into her palm guiding it to her folds. Lifting up her gaze, she made eye contact with her partner, the affectionate expression surprising her for a bit as he continued to look at her longingly. He regarded her like she was something precious, one of his most cherished possessions, like he was even lucky to be here with her, which stunned her profusely.
Even through Renji knew the smile he was wearing was much to soft for what they were doing, he couldn't help it. This was the woman he spent his life with, his partner of two decades whom supported him in everything, it wasn't like he could flip a switch and just turn off his love for her.
"Are you fine?" she questioned after a few more seconds of witnessing his lovesick shine. He nodded to let her know he was good to go before pulling her to his chest, willing the emotions out. It was her first time doing this, and she still stopped to worry over him, reasoned the male shinigami as he leaned his face into her hair, breathing in her soft veil fragrance that he was deeply accustomed to. "C'mon I gotta give her something to take her mind off this" figured Renji as he wanted to remedy his mistake.
Swiftly plunging into her tender pussy, he used the raised leg as leverage to lift her up and down his cock. He was infinitely proud by the surprise advantage he got out of it, the raven-head grabbing over the back of his neck as she lifted her gaze to look him up dazedly. He loved the newfound closeness between their faces, now fully able to feel her harsh gasps on his cheekbones and the quavering fingers on his nape. As this position allowed him to feel and see even more of her upper body, he used his mouth to untie the bindings on her breasts, freeing her bust as he pulled the whole fastener with his teeth. The moment he did pull the material off her, a full body shiver passed her form, her nipples hardening in the chill of the bedroom.
The small tits wiggled under the upkeep pacing of his hips, the male unrestrainedly putting his mouth on one nipple as he sucked the nub in between his tongue and teeth. He bit it harshly at times, squeezing his hand in between their united bodies to reach her clit as well. She let out a piercing sob at that, much too helpless under his rough bites to her breasts combined with the bitter-sweet overwhelming pleasure from her weak spot.
Crying out on his dick, she struggled to keep her eyes open, the raven-head pushing back on the cock inside her the few times she could. Whenever his rough thumb grazed her clitoris, she whined high from the back of her throat, thighs trembling in his grasp as she dazedly sought out to touch his chin. He pulled the delicate fingers on his cheek, helping her with what she wanted. Rukia then pulled him un-coordinately by his face to smash her lips to his, barely keeping them pressed together as she intensively wailed in rounds of kisses.
Already at his limit by a long time, the redhead grabbed her pert butt to spread her on his cock, increasing the rhythm into faster plunges where he wasn’t even pulling out of her, just continuously scraping her g spot.
She convulsed desperately, biting his lip as her legs tensed in anticipation, releasing a drawn-out keen as she peaked for a third time in the night, adding to the mess surrounding her lower regions. The added tightness causing the other soul reaper to momentarily forget his pattern and abruptly release into the warm hole.
"Shit" he cursed a bit in his mind, noticing after he pulled his soft dick out of her that he made the mistake of cumming inside. However even that couldn't prepare him for the sight of a spread out cunt who struggled to hold his cum and her wetness combined. The hole being to tiny to fit the fluid just let droplet after droplet spill from it, turning into a rivulet when the redhead lifted the upper fold to take a better look.
Feeling a new touch on her poor tender parts, Rukia even in her befuddled state batted his hand away, groaning in displeasure. Not taking his fingers away from the gaping pussy, he pushed two digits inside to clean her up, berating himself on not teaching her to practice safe sex. Nonetheless it was worth it, deemed the male as he possessesively looked at the state of his lover, defiled by him for the first time, him being the only one to ever see her like this. To taint her this way, bitemarks starting on her left breast around her sore nipples up to her side of neck, ending above the collar of where her clothes could hid it. And lower, where her still jittery legs hadn’t calmed down from the orgasm and were forced wide open by the man laying inside the circle of them.
She heaved out a dirty cry as the two large fingers fucked out in and out of her, getting the cum to flow out before deeming that he liked her better loaded with it.
Considering since she was already creamed by his seed, he should enjoy himself, stuffing her full of it and pushing it out repeatedly, only breaking the loop to push into the rim of her ass, filling another hole with his semen. At the unexpected move, she surprised even herself by letting out a beggingly yelp, lifting up to grab at him, the finger in her ass and the ones in her cunt accidently pushing further in the rush. She hid into his broad chest, the only part she could reach,(not even that when they were standing) and whimpered in discomfort.
She would have liked to explore some more and see if she liked both of the sensations at the same time, but for now it was too much, the constant simulation didn't bring her only pleasure anymore. "Shh, shh no more, I get it" reassured the male before he picked her up and turned her around, letting her rest on him as he placed his head on the pillow. Squeezing her around the middle the raven-head just lifted her head to glance at him, giving the man a magnificent sight of the tears streaks markings on her cheeks that she never realized were there, plump lips from biting and big doe eyes that if he didn’t knew what they were just up to, would never betray her pure and virtuous appearance.
She scrunched up her nose like she wanted to say something before she plunged back on the material of his white shirt, tucking away her face. "Don't look at me like that" she grumbled barely audibly for the redhead who struggled to hear her complaint. When he did understand the sentence, he suppressed the laugh in him, not wanting to shake the woman on his chest with his chuckles. He soothed the raven-head shinigami by carressing her naked back, drawing circles on the skin as he thought back on the image imprinted in his mind of her gushing cunt.
Maybe if he got lucky he could get another kid, see her tummy all round with his child, pregnant once again. " Tone it down, dude " chilled the tattooed male in his head, trying to ease up his improper thoughts, due to the intensity of their whole activity he momentarily forgot he still had to go back home to his own Rukia. The one who was actually his wife and the mother of his child in that timeline. Looking at the sleeping woman on his torso he couldn't help but want to tell her everything, even if he knew it would freak her out and she would probably not believe him. If she were to get pregnant from this night, like his own Rukia was at the time, could he just try to get her to his own timeline, taking care of them both?. "No, no. I can't do that" reasoned the male. She probably had her own Renji in this timeline even though they haven't spoken to each other in so long.
"She is so small and frail though" complained the redhead in his head as he saw her chest lift up and down with each breath, puffing up exhales against the fabric of his hakama. He didn't mean in physical form, just her entire demeanor was so different from the one she gained over the years, proud and confident of who she was and aware of her entire value. This Rukia seemed more of a shell of what she actually was, the hardships chipping away at the daring and adventurous girl he met ages ago. He knew it was a hard time for her, and the misfortunes were only getting worse from here. That is why he couldn't part from her, wanting to stay in the embrace for as long as he could, even if he knew that she would end up safe and sound (and most of all happy) in the future.
He just couldn't help it, the inborn instinct to look over one of his own, to watch her even when they weren’t lovers because they were a family, either way.
Yielding to his desires, Renji pressed a lingering kiss on the side of her head, getting a faint snore out of her tired body. He grinned down at her body, lifting his hand to trace up her features, from her small reddened mouth to the slope of her nose, and her smooth cheekbones, reaching the side of her ear with his index finger. He knew he had to get up, and away from here before anyone would enter the room and see them in this cozy and outrageous state. But he just got so comfortable as he felt the eased up and relaxed female lie on him, no doubt too tired to feel him if he left the estate. His head hit the cushions with a deep sigh, slumber already filling the exhausted bones in his body as he automatically moved the hand not resting on her lower back to his own chest, above the material covering the ring she gave him 17 years ago.
The very next day he could wake up and deal with it, whatever might happen, he would take care of her like always but he would still go back to his own true family, to his daughter. However, all would be solved the moment he opened his eyes, two pairs of violet eyes glancing at him funnily as he laid in the middle of the master bedroom in his home.