The moon shines down on the bustling streets of Karakura Town as two figures stroll side by side, one wrapped in flowing black robes barely clinging to her curves, the other in scandalously short fabric that seems designed to highlight every sway of her hips.
"You know," Vanessa muses, swirling the half-empty bottle of sake she'd already cracked open before even reaching the bar, "I expected Soul Reapers to be stuffy. But you? You're *fun.*"
Rangiku laughs, the sound rich and unguarded as she adjusts the loose collar of her shihakushō, letting it slip just a fraction lower. "And I expected witches to cackle over cauldrons, not flirt with bartenders before they've even ordered." She side-eyes Vanessa's outfit, or lack thereof. "Though I *do* appreciate the aesthetic."
Vanessa grins, stretching her arms overhead with deliberate slowness, letting the streetlights catch the dip of her waist, the way her top strains against the movement. Rangiku's not subtle about looking, and honestly? She's into it. "What can I say? Life's too short for boring clothes... or boring company." She bumps their hips together, warm skin brushing silk. "Race you to the next round?"
Rangiku's eyes gleam. "Oh, you're *on.*"
The burst of laughter from Vanessa is drowned out by the sudden rush of wind as Rangiku flashes forward, just a fraction faster, just enough to slide onto the cracked leather stool first, fingers already drumming the bar's worn wood. Vanessa arrives half a breath later, still grinning as she presses close enough for the heat of their thighs to mingle through fabric and silk. The bartender, broad-shouldered, stubble catching gold under the low lights, barely has time to blink before Rangiku leans forward, cleavage pressing against the counter's edge. "Two of whatever burns best," she purrs, "and make it quick, handsome. We've got a *lot* of catching up to do."
Vanessa drapes herself over the bar like liquid, one elbow propped, her other hand lazily spinning her empty bottle. (The way his Adam's apple bobs when she licks her lips is almost too easy.) "Mmm, or maybe something sweeter?" Her voice drops, honey-thick. "Unless you'd rather *we* decide for you."
The bartender swallows again, wiping his hands on his apron before reaching for the top shelf. Idiot. They haven't even touched him yet. Rangiku's sandal brushes Vanessa's boot under the counter, deliberate, testing, and the answering pressure makes her hum. "See?" she murmurs, just for Vanessa's ears. "Told you we'd get free drinks."
Vanessa's grin sharpens. "Oh, darling. I was counting on it."
After a few sweat drinks and shared laughter, Vanessa leans back against the bar, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the rim of her glass. "So, Lieutenant," she drawls, mischief curling her lips, "ever tease someone so badly they forgot how to *breathe*?"
Rangiku snorts, tossing her hair over one shoulder as she recalls, "Oh, Ichigo." The name drips with fond exasperation. "One time, I 'accidentally' bent over right in front of him... picked up *nothing*... just to watch his face turn the same color as a damn tomato. Kid nearly choked on his own tongue." She mimics a dramatic gasp, fingers fluttering at her throat, and Vanessa cackles into her drink. (The memory of Ichigo's strangled, "M-Matsumoto...!" still warms her like good sake.)
Not to be outdone, Vanessa props her chin on her palm, eyelashes fluttering. "Asta's worse. Zero instincts." She swirls her drink, ice clinking. "Once, I 'tripped' into his lap wearing *less* than this." Her free hand gestures down her scandalous outfit. "All he said? 'Vanessa, you're heavy.'" Rangiku nearly spits out her liquor, wheezing.
Their laughter is interrupted when the bartender, now a petite woman with wide doe eyes and shaking hands, places fresh glasses before them without asking. (Poor thing must've switched shifts mid-panic.) Vanessa's grin turns predatory. "Ohhh, *hello.*" She trails a finger up the girl's arm, watching her pulse jump. "You're *much* prettier than the last one." The bartender squeaks.
Rangiku leans in, her scarf slipping to reveal the swell of her breasts. "We *love* attentive service," she murmurs, breath hot against the girl's ear. "Don't we, Vanessa?"
Vanessa hums, plucking a cherry from her drink and sucking it slow. The bartender's knees audibly knock together. (She's already mentally drafting a resignation letter.)
"Another round," Rangiku purrs, "and maybe..." She lets the word hang, thumb brushing the girl's wrist. The bartender practically sprints to the bottles, face aflame. Vanessa chuckles into her glass. (They'll tip her. Probably.)
The girl returns with trembling hands, drinks sloshing. "O-on the house," she stammers, eyes darting between them like a trapped rabbit. Rangiku winks. Vanessa blows a kiss. The bartender flees.
Vanessa sighs, swirling her new drink. "That was almost *too* easy."
Rangiku smirks. "Like taking candy from a baby." She clinks their glasses. "To bad influences."
They drink. The girl watches from the corner, biting her lip. (She'll be replaying this shift in her head for *years.*)
They both take a drink, Vanessa licking her lips as she leans closer to Rangiku, the scent of plum wine and something darker clinging to her breath. "Speaking of teasing..." she starts, fingers tracing idle circles on the bar, "there is this *adorable* little princess in my squad. Noelle." The name rolls off her tongue like a secret. "Once, I caught her staring at me changing... so I *let* her. Just... slowed everything down." Her grin widens, recalling the way Noelle's throat had bobbed, her fingers twisting in her skirt. (The way her breath hitched when Vanessa had stretched, back arching, just to watch her squirm.)
Rangiku chuckles, swirling her drink lazily. "Oh, that's *nothing.* Orihime?" She sighs, nostalgic. "One bathhouse trip, I 'accidentally' dropped my towel right in front of her. Just... bent over *slow.*" She demonstrates, shoulders rolling, the motion exaggerated enough to make her robes slip dangerously low. "She squeaked so high, dogs started howling three blocks away." Vanessa throws her head back laughing, the sound rich and unrepentant, while Rangiku smirks into her glass. (Orihime's flustered, "M-Matsumoto-san!" still echoes in her ears like a victory chime.)
Vanessa props her elbow on the counter, chin in hand, eyes half-lidded. "Bet she still thinks about it."
"Bet she *touches* herself thinking about it," Rangiku counters, arching a brow. The silence between them crackles, until Vanessa's fingers suddenly dart out, snagging the cherry from Rangiku's drink and popping it into her mouth with a deliberate *pop.* Their eyes lock.
The bartender, forgotten in the corner, whimpers. Her eyes glued to their deep cleavages. Thinking to herself, (This is the hottest thing I've ever seen.)
Vanessa leans in, lips brushing Rangiku's ear, her voice husky with sake and secrets. "Noelle was *so* sweet when she finally broke. One night after training, I caught her staring at my tits while I stretched... so I *helped* her out of that stuffy little dress." Her tongue traces the rim of her glass, slow, savoring the memory. "First the gloves, peeling them off finger by finger. Then the sash, so tight around her waist... she gasped when it fell. And that *adorable* blush when I undid her corset laces with my teeth..."
Rangiku exhales sharply, thighs pressing together under the bar. (Gods, this witch knows how to *tell* a story.)
Vanessa's fingers drag down her own collarbone, mimicking the path she'd taken on Noelle's skin. "Then I made her watch while I undressed. Slow. My top first... just one strap slipping down my shoulder. Then the other. Letting it *almost* slide off before catching it." She arches, demonstrating, the fabric clinging to her nipple for a heartbeat before she tugs it free with a smirk. "Her hands were shaking when I finally pulled her against me. Skin to skin. My tits pressed into hers, my thigh between her legs... she was *dripping.*"
Rangiku's grip tightens around her glass. Fuck. She can *feel* the phantom heat of that memory against her own skin.
Vanessa's voice drops to a purr. "I ground against her just like this..." Her hips roll lazily against the barstool, the wood creaking. "...until she came with my name on her lips. *Twice.*" She licks her lips, watching Rangiku's pulse jump. "Your turn, Lieutenant. How many times did Orihime scream yours?"
Rangiku chuckles, swirling her drink. "Oh, that first time?" Her smirk widens. "We were still in our school uniforms when we got back to her place... me playing undercover, her all flustered after Ichigo ditched us." She leans in, her breath warm against Vanessa's ear. "I unbuttoned her blouse *so* slow... one button every minute, just to watch her squirm. Her nipples were hard before I even touched them."
Her fingers trace the rim of her glass, mimicking the path she'd taken down Orihime's body. "When I finally pushed her skirt down her thighs, she *shook.* And when I peeled her panties off with my teeth?" Rangiku's tongue flicks out, slow. "She whimpered like a puppy."
Vanessa exhales, fingers tightening around her drink. (Fuck. She can *picture* it, Orihime's trembling knees, the way her hips must have twitched when Rangiku's breath ghosted over her bare skin.)
Rangiku's voice drops, husky. "Then I made her watch me strip. My uniform *just* clinging to my tits before I let it fall. My skirt barely covering me when I bent over..." Her hips shift against the stool, the wood creaking under her weight. "...just to see her *drool.*"
Vanessa's nails dig into the bar. (I'd give anything to have been the one peeling *both* their uniforms off that day.) She leans closer, her breath uneven. "Tell me how she tasted," she demands, voice rough.
Rangiku laughs, low and throaty. "Sweet. Like strawberries and *desperation.*" Her tongue drags over her lips, slow, savoring the memory. "I pinned her to the bed, one hand between her thighs, the other twisting in her hair. She arched up so pretty when I finally licked her..."
Vanessa cuts her off with a growl, fingers suddenly gripping Rangiku's wrist. "Did she *beg*?"
Rangiku's smirk turns feral. "Oh, darling. She *sobbed.*" Her free hand slides down her own thigh, mimicking the motion. "I dragged my pussy against hers just like this... slow, wet, until she couldn't *think*... then made her scream my name into the pillow."
Vanessa's grip tightens, her pulse hammering where their skin touches. (She can *taste* Orihime's whimpers in the back of her throat.) "Bet she *still* wakes up grinding against her sheets."
Rangiku's laugh is dark, fingers twisting in Vanessa's hair suddenly, tugging just shy of pain. "Bet *you* would too." Her breath ghosts over Vanessa's parted lips. "Tell me... does Noelle still tremble when she sees you undress? Does her breath hitch when your fingers *accidentally* brush hers?"
Vanessa shivers, pressing closer until their breasts crush together. "Mmm, she *chokes* when I wink." Her teeth graze Rangiku's earlobe. "But right now? I'm more interested in how *you* sound when I..."
(Somewhere behind them, the bartender faints.)
Rangiku's grip tightens in Vanessa's hair, their lips a breath apart. "Funny," she murmurs, "I was just thinking about how *you'd* sound with my tongue between your thighs." Her free hand slides down Vanessa's arm, fingers tracing the sensitive dip of her inner wrist, just hard enough to make her shiver. "Bet you'd gasp prettier than Orihime."
Vanessa's laugh is ragged, her thigh pressing against Rangiku's under the bar, heat bleeding through fabric. "Prove it," she dares, teeth flashing. "Or are Soul Reapers all talk?"
Rangiku's grin is pure wickedness as she leans in, her lips brushing Vanessa's ear. "Oh, sweetheart," she purrs, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of it, "I *eat* witches for breakfast."
Vanessa's breath hitches, just once, before she recovers, nails digging into Rangiku's thigh. "Lucky for you," she breathes, rolling her hips just enough to make the wood groan beneath them, "I taste *even better* drunk."
Rangiku doesn't hesitate. She leans in, pressing her mouth to Vanessa's with a hunger that borders on violence, their lips crashing together in a messy, desperate clash of teeth and tongues. The heat between them is electric, the friction of Rangiku's silk robes against Vanessa's scandalously thin top doing nothing to dull the sensation of their bodies colliding. Vanessa moans into the kiss, fingers tangling in Rangiku's hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp.
Their breasts press together, Rangiku's F-cups crushing against Vanessa's E-cups, the soft, yielding flesh molding together in a way that sends sparks racing down Vanessa's spine. Rangiku's hands slide down Vanessa's sides, fingers tracing the dip of her waist before gripping her hips, pulling her flush against her. The bartender's forgotten whimper is drowned out by the slick sound of their lips parting, then meeting again, deeper, hotter.
Vanessa breaks away first, panting, her lips swollen and glistening. "Fuck," she rasps, thumb brushing the wetness from Rangiku's lower lip. "You kiss like you *mean* it."
Rangiku grins, licking the taste of plum wine and Vanessa from her lips. "And you," she murmurs, fingers sliding beneath the hem of Vanessa's top, tracing the soft skin of her breasts, "taste like sin." She leans in again, her breath hot against Vanessa's mouth. "Let's see how loud you *really* scream."
Vanessa's fingers tighten around Rangiku's wrist, pulling her off the stool with a swift jerk. "Then let's *go,*" she growls, already dragging Rangiku toward the door, their hips bumping together with every step. The bartender's shocked gasp is drowned out by the clatter of stools behind them. (She'll be replaying the sight of Vanessa's ass swaying in that miniskirt for weeks.)
Rangiku laughs, letting herself be pulled, silk robes fluttering as she matches Vanessa's pace. "No patience, witch?" she teases, her fingers sliding down to tangle with Vanessa's, their palms pressed together, sweat-slick and hot. (The way Vanessa's breath hitches when Rangiku's thumb strokes her pulse point is *delicious.*)
"Patience is for monks," Vanessa counters, shoving the bar door open with her shoulder, the night air hitting their flushed skin like a caress. She spins Rangiku into her, their chests colliding, lips a breath apart. "And I *definitely* didn't take vows."
Rangiku's grin is sharp as a blade. "Lucky me." She tugs Vanessa forward, their bodies slotted together, heat bleeding through fabric as they stumble down the street, laughter and desire tangled in their throats. The nearest hotel's neon sign flickers ahead like a promise.
(Three blocks vanish underfoot in a blur of breathless anticipation and stolen kisses.)
The hotel room's door swings open with the force of Vanessa's momentum, Rangiku's back pressed against the frame as they spill inside, lips still locked in a fierce, hungry dance. Vanessa's fingers are tangled in Rangiku's hair, pulling just hard enough to draw a moan from her throat, a sound swallowed by the click of the door slamming shut behind them as Rangiku shoves Vanessa backward, pinning her against the wood with the full weight of her body. The kiss doesn't break. It deepens, turns messier, teeth scraping lips, tongues mapping familiar heat.
"Gods," Vanessa gasps when Rangiku's thigh slots between hers, the pressure electric, "you feel *better* than I imagined." Her hips roll instinctively, seeking friction against silk and muscle. Rangiku's answering groan vibrates against her collarbone, teeth sinking into the delicate skin there.
"Imagined?" Rangiku pulls back just enough to smirk, her fingers already working the sash of Vanessa's belt loose with practiced ease. "How *often* did you picture this, witch?"
Vanessa laughs breathlessly, her magic humming under her skin like liquor heat. "Oh, darling," she purrs, twirling a finger, and with it, the threads of fate coiled around Rangiku's scarf, unraveling it inch by teasing inch. The silk slides down Rangiku's shoulders with agonizing slowness, pooling at her elbows before Vanessa flicks her wrist, letting it flutter to the floor. "Every damn night since I saw you *bend over* in that bar we met in."
Rangiku shivers as Vanessa's magic brushes her skin, threads weaving between the folds of her shihakushō. "Cheat," she accuses, even as her breath hitches when the fabric *tightens* around her breasts before Vanessa's magic *yanks* the robe peeling it open and down her torso like a gift being unwrapped, baring her F-cups to the cool air.
"Not cheating," Vanessa corrects, her gaze raking over Rangiku's exposed curves with palpable hunger. "*Creative.*" Her fingers dance again, and this time, the threads coil around Rangiku's obi, tugging it loose with a snap that makes them both grin. The remaining fabric slides down Rangiku's hips in a whisper of silk, leaving her gloriously, utterly bare, save for the flush creeping up her throat.
Somewhere in the room, a forgotten lamp flickers, casting shadows that dance over Rangiku's body like worshippers at an altar.
Vanessa exhales, slow, savoring the sight. "Fuck," she breathes, stepping closer until her still-clothed body brushes Rangiku's nakedness, the contrast of fabric against skin maddening. "You're *stunning.*"
Rangiku arches a brow, her fingers already toying with the hem of Vanessa's scandalous top. "Your turn," she murmurs, nails scraping the dip of Vanessa's waist. "Unless you're *scared* I'll outshine you?"
Vanessa's laugh is throaty, her hips rolling into Rangiku's touch. "Darling," she purrs, "you couldn't scare me if you *tried.*" She lifts her arms overhead, slow, deliberate, the motion stretching her top taut over her breasts. "Go on. *Peel* me."
Rangiku's breath catches, just for a heartbeat, before her fingers curl around the first strap, dragging it down Vanessa's shoulder with agonizing slowness. The fabric clings, resisting, catching on the swell of Vanessa's breasts before finally slipping free. "Fuck," Rangiku breathes, watching the way Vanessa's chest rises with each ragged inhale. "You're *so* soft."
Vanessa shivers as the second strap follows, the cool air kissing her bare skin. The way Rangiku's eyes darken when her breasts finally spill free is *almost* as good as the touch itself.
Rangiku's hands skate lower, thumbs hooking into the waistband of Vanessa's miniskirt. "Now *this,*" she murmurs, tugging just hard enough to make Vanessa gasp, "has been *torture* all night." The skirt falls in a whisper of fabric, pooling at Vanessa's boots. Rangiku's fingers trace the lace of her garter belts next, peeling them down her thighs like unwrapping a prize. "Gods," she groans, her mouth watering at the sight of Vanessa's damp panties, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. "You're *dripping.*" She pulls those panties down as well.
Vanessa's grin is wicked as she steps out of the last of her clothes, utterly bare now except for her boots. "Told you," she murmurs, pressing Rangiku back against the door, her body a live wire of heat and want. "I taste *better* drunk."
Rangiku's breath catches as Vanessa suddenly lifts a hand, threads of crimson magic swirling around her fingers like liquid silk. "Cheating *again*?" she gasps, but the protest dies in her throat as Vanessa's magic curls beneath her F-cups, lifting them with teasing slowness, then *drops* them abruptly, letting them bounce heavily against her chest. The sensation punches a ragged moan from Rangiku's lips, her knees buckling just slightly. The way her nipples pebble instantly, flushed and begging for attention, makes Vanessa's mouth water.
"Still think it's cheating?" Vanessa purrs, ducking her head to drag her tongue along the underside of Rangiku's left breast, slow and savoring, relishing the salt-sweet taste of her skin. "Or just *creative*?" Her teeth graze the peak next, just enough to make Rangiku jerk against her, fingers scrabbling at Vanessa's shoulders.
Vanessa switches to the other breast, sucking a bruise into the soft swell above her nipple before flicking it with her tongue. "Fuck...*Vanessa*..." Rangiku's voice is ragged, her hips rolling helplessly against the air, seeking friction.
Vanessa chuckles darkly, her magic tightening around Rangiku's wrists, pinning them to the door as she licks a hot path between her breasts. "Say it again," she murmurs against damp skin. "I *love* how you say my name."
Rangiku's laugh is breathless, strained. "Gods, you're *insatiable*..." The words dissolve into a gasp as Vanessa's teeth close around her right nipple, biting just shy of pain before soothing it with her tongue. The dual sensation, sharp pleasure-pain followed by liquid heat, makes Rangiku's thighs tremble. Vanessa moans against her skin, the vibration dragging another broken sound from Rangiku's throat. The way her body arches, offering herself up like a feast, is the most beautiful thing Vanessa's ever seen.
"Mm, and you're *delicious*," Vanessa counters, pulling back just enough to watch Rangiku's chest heave, her breasts glistening with spit and flushed deep pink. She traces a finger down the valley between them, reveling in the way Rangiku's breath hitches. "But I think..." Her grin sharpens as her magic *yanks*, hauling Rangiku forward by the hips until their bodies collide, skin to skin, heat to heat. "...I'm *far* from done with you."
Rangiku laughs, low and rough, before suddenly twisting her wrists free with a practiced flick, her grip firm as she flips them, slamming Vanessa back against the door with enough force to rattle the frame. "Cheeky witch," she murmurs, her hands sliding up Vanessa's ribs, fingers splaying beneath the swell of her breasts. "But *I* lead this dance." With deliberate slowness, she pushes Vanessa's E-cups up, watching them jiggle before releasing them, the bounce sending a shiver through them both. "Gods, *look* at you," she breathes, dipping her head to drag her tongue along the underside of one nipple, the taste of salt and plum wine flooding her senses.
Vanessa's moan is ragged, her fingers knotting in Rangiku's hair as those lips close around her other nipple, sucking hard enough to make her spine arch off the door. "F-fuck, *yes*..." The words fracture as Rangiku's teeth graze the peak, the sharp pleasure-pain drawing a gasp from her throat. Rangiku hums against her skin, the vibration rippling through Vanessa's nerves like lightning, her thighs clamping around nothing as wetness slicks between them.
"You taste even better than I imagined," Rangiku murmurs against Vanessa's breast, her tongue swirling lazy circles around the stiffened bud before biting down again, just to feel Vanessa jerk against her. "Bet you *sound* even better when I'm buried between your thighs." Her hand slides lower, nails scraping Vanessa's hipbone, and Vanessa's breath catches, anticipation coiling tight in her gut. (I've *never* been this wet just from someone's *mouth*.)
Rangiku's fingers slide between Vanessa's thighs with practiced ease, her middle finger circling the witch's soaked entrance teasingly before plunging in to the knuckle. Vanessa gasps, her back arching off the door, fingers scrabbling at Rangiku's shoulders. "F-fuck, you're *deep*..."
"Mm, and you're *tight*," Rangiku purrs, curling her finger just right, the pad of it rubbing against that sweet spot inside Vanessa that makes her thighs tremble. "But I think you can take *more*." With her free hand, she slowly sinks to her knees, her lips brushing Vanessa's inner thigh as she reaches into the discarded folds of her shihakushō. Her fingers close around cold metal, the four-inch plug humming faintly in her palm as she flicks the hidden switch.
Rangiku gets back up on her feet, pressing flush against Vanessa's front. Their breasts press together, nipples stiff and brushing with each ragged breath Rangiku takes. "You're *so* wet," she murmurs against Vanessa's lips, curling her fingers deeper inside her, thumb brushing her clit in slow circles. "Bet you didn't expect *this* when you dragged me to that bar, did you?"
Vanessa laughs breathlessly, hips rolling into Rangiku's hand. (The way her fingers stretch me, the drag of them inside me... fuck, I'm *close* already.) "Oh, darling," she pants, nails digging into Rangiku's shoulders, "I *absolutely* did."
Rangiku grins, wicked, her free hand still hidden behind her back. "Liar," she purrs, thrusting her fingers harder, faster, the heel of her palm grinding against Vanessa's clit. "You didn't see *this* coming."
Vanessa moans, her knees buckling, her forehead pressed to Rangiku's shoulder. (The way her fingers twist inside me...*fuck*, I'm gonna...)
Rangiku pulls Vanessa from the door, her fingers still plunging deep, curling just right to drag a moan from Vanessa's throat, distraction painted in every ragged breath. "Tell me," Rangiku murmurs, breath hot against Vanessa's lips, "how badly you *want* it." Her free hand slips behind Vanessa's back, the plug's cool metal humming against her palm.
Vanessa's laugh is breathless, hips rolling into Rangiku's thrusts. "Fuck...*please*," she gasps, nails biting into Rangiku's shoulders. The vibration against Rangiku's palm sends a shiver down her spine, *so close*.
Rangiku grins, wicked, her fingers slowing just enough to make Vanessa whimper. "Beg prettier," she taunts, pressing the slick tip of the plug against Vanessa's tight hole.
Vanessa's gasp fractures into a scream as Rangiku *slams* it home, the sudden fullness stealing her breath, the vibrations ricocheting through her like wildfire. "F-fuck...*Rangiku*...!" Her thighs clamp around nothing, her body arching as pleasure whites out her vision.
Rangiku's fingers curl deeper, her thumb circling Vanessa's clit in time with the plug's relentless pulse. "There you go," she purrs, watching Vanessa unravel. "Let me *hear* you."
Vanessa's moan is raw, unfiltered, her back bowing as her orgasm crashes over her, waves of heat, the clench of her cunt around Rangiku's fingers, the *thrum* of the plug amplifying every shudder. The way she *shakes* like she's coming apart in Rangiku's hands.
Rangiku licks her lips, slow, savoring the sight. "Gods," she breathes, fingers still working Vanessa through it, "you're *beautiful* like this."
Vanessa's laugh is wrecked, her thighs trembling. "N-not...*done*," she pants, dragging Rangiku into a kiss that tastes like sweat and plum wine. "Your turn." Her magic flares, threads coiling around Rangiku's waist, *yanking* her closer.
"Cheat," Rangiku gasps against Vanessa's lips, but the protest melts into a moan as Vanessa's magic snakes around her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. The sudden helplessness sends heat pooling between Rangiku's thighs. The way her magic *burns* against my skin...
Vanessa smirks, her fingers dancing as her threads reach into her bag on the floor, pulling out another plug, identical, slick, humming with magic, before hovering it between their pressed bodies. "Cheating?" she murmurs against Rangiku's lips, her breath hot, her magic tightening its grip on Rangiku's wrists. "No, darling. *Symmetry.*" She lightly pushes Rangiku back two steps.
The plug hums between them, vibrating against Vanessa's E-cups first, sliding slow between the deep valley of her cleavage, making her shudder. "F-fuck, that *tingles*," she gasps, arching into the sensation, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of her own magic. Rangiku watches, transfixed, as Vanessa's skin flushes pink, her nipples pebbling tighter with each pass of the toy. "Your turn," Vanessa whispers, her magic *yanking* the plug free, slick with her own sweat now, before pressing it against Rangiku's F-cups.
Rangiku's gasp is sharp, her back arching off the wall as the plug *slides* between her breasts, the vibrations ricocheting through her nerves like wildfire. "*Fuck*...Vanessa...!" Her thighs clamp together, her hips jerking helplessly as the plug fucks the deep swell of her cleavage, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. Vanessa's magic holds her wrists firm behind her back, leaving her utterly at the witch's mercy, her body a live wire of sensation.
Vanessa groans, watching Rangiku unravel, her own hips rolling against the air, craving friction. "Gods, *look* at you," she breathes, her magic adjusting the angle, making the plug grind against Rangiku's nipples on every upstroke. "Bet you didn't expect *this* when you flipped me against the door, did you?"
Rangiku's laugh is ragged, her breath coming in pants, her skin slick with sweat. (The way her magic *controls* me...fuck, I've never been this *wet* just from being *handled*.) "Oh, you *witch*," she gasps, her thighs trembling as Vanessa's magic abruptly *yanks* the plug from her cleavage and moves it around and down between her asscheeks. "You *planned* this..."
Vanessa's grin is feral as her magic *slams* the plug into Rangiku's tight asshole without warning, the sudden fullness punching a scream from Rangiku's throat. "Mm, *guilty*," she purrs, watching Rangiku's back arch off the wall, her thighs clamping around nothing. (The way her body *jolts* when I take her by surprise...*perfect*.)
Vanessa's magic *drags* Rangiku forward by the hips, slamming her down onto the bed with her arms and legs splayed wide, her body a trembling, flushed canvas of want. "But you *love* it," Vanessa murmurs, crawling between Rangiku's thighs, her own slick heat grinding against Rangiku's dripping cunt, the dual vibrations of their plugs sending shocks through them both.
Rangiku's moan fractures into a gasp as Vanessa rolls her hips, their clits brushing with every movement, the friction *maddening*. "F-fuck, *yes*," she chokes out, her fingers twisting in the sheets. (The way she *grinds* against me... like she knows *exactly* how to make me *lose it*.) Vanessa's laughter is dark, her lips trailing down Rangiku's throat as she murmurs, "Beg *prettier*, Lieutenant."
The bed groans beneath them, the frame shuddering with each thrust of Vanessa's hips, the force of it driving Rangiku deeper into the mattress. "G-gods, Vanessa... *harder*," she demands, her voice ragged, her thighs shaking against the bed. Her cunt *clenches* around nothing, aching for the witch's touch.
Vanessa's threads tighten around Rangiku's wrists, pinning them above her head as she grinds down harder, their wetness mingling, the heat unbearable. "Like *this*?" she purrs, her breath hot against Rangiku's ear.
Rangiku's back arches off the bed, her breasts pressing flush against Vanessa's, their nipples stiff and brushing with every movement. "Yes," she hisses, her hips jerking up to meet Vanessa's thrusts, the slap of skin echoing through the room.
Vanessa's grin is feral as she leans down, her teeth sinking into Rangiku's lower lip. "You *sound* so good," she murmurs, her voice rough with want. "But I know you can scream louder."
The plug in Rangiku's ass thrums to life, the vibrations ricocheting through her, the sudden intensity tearing a broken cry from her throat. "Vanessa!" Her thighs tremble, her cunt dripping, the pleasure white-hot.
Vanessa's magic *yanks* her closer, their bodies melting together, the bed bowing beneath them. "There you go," Vanessa breathes, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. "Let go."
Rangiku's breath hitches, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "F-fuck... I'm..." The words shatter as Vanessa's magic tightens around her wrists, pinning her harder. "Vanessa...!"
Vanessa's lips curl against Rangiku's throat, tasting salt and desperation. "I *know*," she murmurs, grinding down harder, her clit pressing against Rangiku's, slick and swollen. "I *feel* it."
Rangiku's thighs try to clamp around Vanessa's waist, her cunt pulsing as pleasure crests, then *breaks*, her scream muffled by Vanessa's kiss as she squirts, hot and uncontrolled, soaking them both. (The way she shakes beneath me, the way she tries to cling to me ...fuck, I'm next.) Vanessa groans into Rangiku's mouth, her own orgasm crashing over her, her hips stuttering as she rides out the waves, her cunt clenching around nothing, wetness dripping down her thighs.
Rangiku's laughter is breathless, ragged, her body still trembling. "Gods... you *witch*," she gasps, her fingers flexing against Vanessa's magic. "That was... fuck."
Vanessa smirks, her magic loosening just enough to let Rangiku's wrists go, her fingers trailing down Rangiku's sweat-slicked arms. "Mm, and *you*," she purrs, rolling her hips once more, just to feel Rangiku jerk beneath her, "are perfect."
The bed creaks as Vanessa shifts, her thighs sticky with shared wetness, her breath still uneven. (The way her skin flushes when she comes... like sunlight through plum wine.) Rangiku's hand finds Vanessa's hip, her thumb brushing the bruise forming there, *her* mark. "Next round," she murmurs, her voice rough with promise, "I'm tying you up."
Vanessa's grin is wicked, her magic already coiling around them both. "Oh, darling," she breathes, leaning down to nip at Rangiku's lower lip. "I *dare* you."