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akashis-waifu · 3 months ago

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Excerpt from Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Continuation of An Eternity of Mind Games with You

Canon-divergence set months after TBYW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough. Your name is "Hana" for plot-purposes.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, enemies to old married couple, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, so good luck with the slow burn, Aizen is a menace but your menace <3

THAT NIGHT, in the Greater Soul King Palace, Aizen can be seen looking for you as you were not in your shared office nor in your personal quarters. He eventually finds you in the tearoom, reading a scroll while leisurely sitting on the tatami mat, near the window.

He stops himself from speaking, simply staring at you from a short distance away. You are already dressed in your usual nightwear — a white yukata so plain that it does not seem to befit a woman of your status. Nonetheless, with the gentle moonlight shining down upon your form and accentuating your regal yet serene features, the soothing breeze swaying your long, ivory strands in languid waves, the sight is incontestably ethereal — the image akin to a goddess in a painting.

Except that you are actually one. In every sense of the word.

After minutes of engrossed reading, you rise to return to the table when you finally notice Aizen standing in the doorway. He saunters towards you and stops in front of the low table, his eyes — that were previously appreciative — instantly narrowing in disdain upon sighting the poorly-written characters on the scattered papers.

“Can you, for the hundredth time, get off my case?” you groan while taking a seat.

He makes no retort and merely picks up your calligraphy brush and a blank paper, demonstrating how to write characters properly before handing the brush back to you.

“Like this. Do it again,” he commands, sounding like a stern teacher dealing with a wayward student. You repeat his strokes but the result is nowhere near satisfactory. You glance at him gingerly.

Although the displeased frown is ever-present on his face, he surprisingly does not insult you and simply sits beside you.

“Again.”

This time, he carefully guides your hand, pressing against your knuckles and fingers as he adjusts your grip. It is arguably an intimate gesture yet both of you pay it no mind, your entire focus on your calligraphy.

Strange enough, when he moves your hand along with his, you are able to write beautiful characters. But when left alone, your penmanship is almost comparable to that of a toddler. Hence, it is probably no exaggeration to claim that your innate inability to write legibly remains to be one of the greatest mysteries in the Three Realms.

Aizen observes your crestfallen expression. A mischievous idea suddenly crosses his mind, causing a smirk to spread across his face.

“Shall we make this more interesting? Every time you fail to write correctly, you will have to do one thing I want.”

You regard him with an look that screams you find his suggestion idiotic. “You must be out of your mind if you think I will ever agree to that.”

He leans closer to you, his grin widening in taunt. “Why? Do you have zero confidence in your own writing skills?”

“Your obvious provocation won't work on me.”

Aizen simply stares at you for a moment before leaning back with feigned nonchalance. “Shame. And here I was thinking of treating you to your favorite restaurant for the next decade should you win.”

Your ears instantly perk up at his offer. “Really?”

He barely stops himself from laughing derisively at your piqued interest. The way you fell for such an obvious bait, like a child who has been promised a treat, was downright pitiful.

“Do you accept the challe—?”

“Wait a minute,” you interject with a hand raised. “But your money technically comes from the Soul King Palace.”

“Which is my palace,” he argues with arms crossed over his chest. “Your point is?”

“It actually belongs to me but since I’m feeling particularly generous right now, I will share it with you,” you start rambling to buy yourself more time to consider his offer. “Anyway, your money is my money. Even if you say that you’ll treat me—”

“Hana. Do you want the unagi or not?”

Your mouth instantly shuts at his question and the way he called your name, sternly but also in a familiar manner. After a long moment of silent contemplation, you surrender with a sigh.

“Fine, but make it a millennium.”

He raises an eyebrow at your bold haggling. “Five decades.”

“Millennium.”

“A century.”

“A millennium, Aizen,” you declare with finality. “I refuse to play your game unless you agree.”

“Alright,” he relents. “I’ll treat you for the next one thousand years if you win.”

However, unbeknownst to you, the game is but a scheme, as per usual, to make you spend more time with him in the next decade — which you unknowingly extended to a millennium. Aizen smiles to himself, beyond pleased to witness you digging your own grave.

“Then, let the challenge begin.”

After handing you the brush and paper, he gives you the first character to write. You have never been so focused in your life as you are determined to win at all costs. However—

“Huh?” you mutter in disbelief as you stare at your own disastrous handwriting.

Aizen smirks, having seen your failure coming from a mile away. He already has an order in mind but feigns uncertainty to prolong your agony. His index finger drums the table, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm, shame. What should I make you do now?”

You watch him with narrowed eyes, already well-acquainted with his antics. “Stop beating around the bush and say it already.”

“How about this?” he deliberately pauses for dramatic effect. “I want you to say ‘All hail Lord Aizen, the new Soul King of the Three Realms’ ten times.”

A deafening silence falls upon the room as you meet his taunting gaze with a bemused expression. When he shows no indication of changing his command, you unwillingly surrender but not without a catch.

“All hail Lord Aizen, the self-proclaimed new Soul King of the Three Realms,” you deadpan.

Obviously, Aizen is far from impressed. “If you refuse to adhere to the terms, you will not get that unagi even if you win.”

With your beloved meal held hostage, you grit your teeth in annoyance and reluctantly heed his order. The grimace on your face worsens as you watch his shit-eating grin widen with every repetition you make, his head nodding with purposeful slowness to further grate your nerves.

Once you’re finished, he praises you with a sarcastic applause. “Well done, Hana. I never knew you appreciated me that much.”

You hiss under your breath and impatiently pick up the brush, glaring down at the empty paper, determined to win the next challenge. However—

As Aizen has predicted, you still fail at your second attempt. And miserably at that.

Slamming your hands down onto the table, you stare at the paper with profound disbelief, eyeing the barely decipherable scribbles as if wanting to wipe them from existence. How is it even possible to be that bad at something that was supposedly easy to do?

At the realization that you lost to him again, you look down, refusing to meet his gaze due to humiliation.

Aizen only sighs before shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I’m starting to think that you’re losing on purpose so I can get to order you around.”

“Please shut your mouth and just get on with it,” you beseech almost pathetically.

Thus, without further ado, he declares:

“You have to sit in my lap for the rest of your calligraphy practice.”

#shameless plug hehe #pls read more in Ao3 #bleach #aizen sousuke #sosuke aizen #aizen sousuke x reader #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen x reader #it's bleach #it's high time that we produce more romcom for aizen #cuz with that sharp tongue bro can be the funniest menace #but no romcom for him pre-muken #he was so bad my high school self HATED his ass

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rheseoneseon · 3 months ago

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𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚—𝘼𝙣 𝘼𝙞𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝘼𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩/𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖. 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 @valartrion's 𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞. 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙢! 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙗! 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙣.

Down in the bowels of Mūken, the air was thick with an oppressive silence. The deepest and most forbidden layer of the Central Great Underground Prison held the most dangerous, the most cunning, and, perhaps, the most powerful captive the Soul Society had ever seen: Sōsuke Aizen.

The prisoner sat bound to a darkened throne of restraints, his body bound and sealed, yet his presence still emanated an aura of control, even in confinement. His garb was entirely black, save for the white rag loosely draped over his shoulders, and his single brown eye, visible from beneath an eyepatch, gleamed with hidden knowledge.

Despite his position, the notorious ex-captain exuded an untouchable power that even his captors feared.

All except one.

Tanisha Chōdhori, the Warden of Mūken, moved with a predatory grace as she strode across the cold floor toward her prisoner.

The crimson haori she wore fluttered behind her like a stream of blood, her shihakushō teasing the swell of her breasts with its dangerously low neckline.

Her thick, raven-black hair cascaded down her back, her onyx eyes glinting with a hunger only Aizen seemed capable of satisfying. Her lips, painted the color of ripe cherries, twisted into a smirk as she stopped in front of him. “You've been quiet today, Sōsuke,” she began, her voice a sultry murmur that dripped with dominance. “What's on your mind? Could it be you're finally submitting to the fate I've bestowed upon you?”

Aizen's brown eye flicked up to meet hers. His lips, curved in a faint smile, betrayed nothing but amusement. Even shackled to his chair, with restraints biting into his wrists and ankles, Aizen never lost the aura of command. He was not a man easily tamed. “I wonder,” he began, his voice smooth, calm as always, “if you truly believe you hold power over me, Tanisha.” His smirk deepened. “Do you think I’m beyond such base desires, my dear warden?”

Tanisha’s eyes darkened, a gleam of challenge sparking in their depths. She stepped closer until her knees were pressed against his. Leaning forward, she braced herself on the armrests of his chair, trapping him between her thighs as she straddled his waist.

Her crimson haori brushed against his chest, the soft fabric of her shihakushō teasing against his skin. “Oh, Sōsuke,” she purred, her lips hovering just inches from his. “You feel desire. Raw, unfiltered desire.” Her gaze flicked down, amusement coloring her tone. “Exclusively for me.”

She leaned in further, her breath ghosting over his lips. “Perhaps, to fuck me?”

The sharp intake of breath that escaped Aizen was barely perceptible, but she felt it—his body tensing beneath her, the pulse of reiatsu thrumming from him in response to her proximity. Her hand slid up the back of his neck, fingers curling into his slicked-back hair as she yanked his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze head-on. She was teasing him, testing his boundaries, knowing full well that she held all the keys to his release. His physical, emotional, and perhaps—eventually—his sexual freedom.

Tanisha’s lips crashed against his with a ferocity that belied her elegant appearance. The kiss was not gentle; it was raw, savage, and filled with the pent-up desire she had held back for millennia.

Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, tasting him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever could. She moaned softly against his lips, her hips grinding against his with increasing pressure. Aizen gasped against her mouth, his chest heaving as his body betrayed him. His cock was straining against his bindings, painfully hard beneath her weight. Even as he struggled to maintain his composure, there was no hiding the visceral reaction his body had to her dominance.

Tanisha pulled back slightly, her lips brushing over his chin and down the line of his jaw as she whispered into his ear, “You belong to me, Sōsuke. No one else could ever have this hold over you.”

Aizen’s eye gleamed with defiance even as his breathing quickened. “Do you really believe that?” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, though laced with amusement. “Do you think I don’t see what this is?”

Tanisha’s hand gripped his hair tighter, tugging his head to the side as she nipped at the exposed skin of his throat. “What do you think it is, then? Enlighten me.”

Aizen chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “A game, Tanisha. You’ve always been obsessed with control. But tell me—who is really in control right now? You… or me?

”Her eyes flared at the challenge, and with a growl, she pushed her body against his harder, grinding her hips into him in a manner that left no room for doubt. “I hold all the power, Sōsuke. I decide when you move, when you breathe… and when you release.”

She shifted, pressing her core against his hardened length, the friction drawing a strained groan from his lips. His chest rose and fell more rapidly now, his calm facade beginning to crack beneath the pressure of her ministrations. He was fighting it, as always, but she could feel the pull—the magnetic force that tied him to her in this twisted, beautiful struggle for dominance.

“You’re trembling,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’ve never been good at hiding what you want, have you?”

Aizen's jaw tightened, his smirk fading as his resolve began to waver. His eye met hers again, and in that brief moment, there was something raw and dangerous between them. “I could break you if I wanted to,” Aizen muttered, though the tension in his voice betrayed the lie. “Even now.”

Tanisha chuckled, her lips trailing down his neck. “But you won’t. Because deep down, you know you want this just as much as I do.” Her fingers slid down his chest, tracing the hard planes of his muscles through his prison garb. “Maybe even more.”

Her hand dipped lower, brushing over the hard bulge straining against the fabric between them. She grinned wickedly as Aizen hissed through his teeth, his body jerking involuntarily against her touch. “You can’t hide it from me, Sōsuke,” she taunted. “No matter how hard you try.”

He clenched his jaw, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he struggled against his restraints. “You think this is enough to break me? To control me?” he hissed.

Tanisha’s grip on him tightened, her nails digging into his scalp as she leaned down, her lips inches from his. “Oh, I don’t need to break you,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "I just need you to admit it.”

She rolled her hips against his, the friction driving him mad, and a guttural groan slipped from his throat before he could stop it. His head fell back against the chair, his breathing ragged as his control began to slip.

Tanisha smiled victoriously, her hand cupping his face as she kissed him again, softer this time, but no less possessive. “Say it,” she whispered against his lips. “Say that you want me.”

Aizen's breath was shaky, and for the briefest of moments, he looked like he might give in. But then, with a sudden surge of defiance, he grinned—a wicked, knowing grin. "“You assume too much, Tanisha.”

Her eyes narrowed, and before he could say anything more, she yanked his head back again, forcing him to look up at her. “I’ll make you admit it, Sōsuke,” she growled, her voice dripping with raw, unfiltered desire. “Even if it takes me an eternity.”

Aizen’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, true uncertainty flickered in his gaze. Tanisha could feel it—the tension between them, the push and pull of power, desire, and control. It was intoxicating, and she wasn’t about to let go. Not until he was hers, completely.

He suddenly gasped, an uncharacteristic sound from a man usually so composed, as Tanisha slowly unzipped the front of his black garb. The fabric fell away, revealing the hard planes of his muscled chest, the smooth expanse of his abdomen, and finally his cock, already swollen and rigid, straining painfully against his restraints.

Tanisha’s breath hitched, her onyx eyes darkening with desire as she gazed down at him. She took her time, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she saw the full extent of his arousal.

“My, my,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “So much for being above ‘base desires,’ Sōsuke. Look at you.” She ran her fingers along his length, teasingly light, watching with amusement as his body twitched beneath her touch. “So hard… and for me.”

Aizen’s jaw clenched, his eye narrowing as he fought to maintain control. “You overestimate your influence, Tanisha,” he muttered, though his voice was tight, strained. “This is simply a physiological reaction.”

Tanisha laughed, a rich, throaty sound that echoed through the cold chamber. “Is that so?” she asked, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she leaned closer. “Then I suppose I’ll have to test that theory, won’t I?”

Without another word, she lifted herself slightly, positioning her hips directly over his throbbing cock. She didn’t touch him, not yet—just hovered, allowing the heat from her core to tease him, to drive him mad with anticipation. Her folds were slick with arousal, and Aizen could feel the wetness of her, just inches away from where he needed her most.

He grit his teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him break. But his body betrayed him, his cock twitching in response to her proximity, and she noticed.

“Oh, Sōsuke,” she purred, her hips lowering just enough that the head of his cock brushed against her folds. The sensation drew a sharp intake of breath from him, and she smiled victoriously. “You say you’re unaffected, but your body tells a different story.”

Aizen’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to maintain control. He could feel her wetness, the slick heat of her teasing against him, but still, she refused to let him in. It was torture, the kind that chipped away at his carefully constructed facade of indifference.

“Tanisha,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous. “Enough games.”

She raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes as she met his gaze. “Games? This is no game, Sōsuke.” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. “This is a lesson.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself further, just enough to let the head of his cock slide between her folds, teasingly close but not quite inside. Aizen groaned, his hands clenching into fists as he strained against his restraints. His entire body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire, but still, she kept him on the edge.

Tanisha’s breath hitched as she felt the head of him brushing against her, his cock teasing her entrance. She was just as affected as he was, her body aching with need, but she wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted. Not yet.

“You’re trembling, Sōsuke,” she murmured, her hips moving in slow, tantalizing circles, allowing the head of his cock to rub against her folds without ever entering. “Do you want me that badly?”

Aizen’s eye burned with frustration, his smirk gone, replaced by something far more raw and dangerous. “You enjoy this far too much,” he hissed, though his voice was laced with the kind of desperation he usually kept hidden. “It’s pathetic.”

Tanisha laughed again, the sound low and sultry as she ground her hips down harder, teasing him with just enough pressure to drive him insane. “Pathetic, is it? Then why are you so hard, Sōsuke? Why do you gasp when I touch you? Why does your body react to me like this?” She paused, her lips brushing his neck as she whispered, “Admit it. You want me.”

Aizen’s breath was ragged now, his composure slipping with every agonizing second that passed. He was losing control, and he hated it—hated that she had this power over him, hated that his body was betraying him in the most primal of ways. But even as he struggled, even as he fought to keep his walls up, he couldn’t deny the truth. “Damn you,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tanisha smiled triumphantly, her hand sliding up his chest as she whispered into his ear, “That’s more like it.”

Without warning, she shifted her hips, sliding his cock between her folds in one swift, fluid motion. The sudden, overwhelming sensation of being inside her ripped a groan from Aizen’s throat, his head falling back against the chair as his body arched in response. He was fully inside her now, her tight, wet heat gripping him in a way that made his head spin.

Tanisha moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. “You feel that, Sōsuke?” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “This is what you’ve been denying yourself.”

Aizen couldn’t respond, couldn’t form coherent thoughts as the pleasure consumed him. His body acted on instinct, his hips jerking upward as he tried to thrust deeper into her, but the restraints held him in place, leaving him at her mercy.Tanisha reveled in his frustration, her hips moving in slow, deliberate motions as she rode him. She could feel him throbbing inside her, the tension in his body building with each passing second. His cock was buried deep within her, stretching her in ways that left her breathless, but she wasn’t about to let him take control. Not yet.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you, Sōsuke?” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. “You want to lose yourself in me.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered shut, his breathing ragged as he fought against the wave of pleasure crashing over him. He wanted to resist, wanted to keep his composure, but the way her body gripped him, the way her slick folds clenched around his cock—it was too much. Too intense.

“Say it,” she demanded, her hips moving faster now, riding him harder. “Say you want me.”

Aizen’s control shattered, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he finally gave in. “I want you,” he gasped, his voice raw, desperate. “I want you, Tanisha.”

Tanisha’s heart raced at his words, a surge of satisfaction flooding through her as she heard him admit what she had known all along. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss as she moved her hips in rhythm with his shallow thrusts.“You’re mine,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with desire. “Only mine.”

Aizen growled against her mouth, his hips jerking upward as he strained against the restraints, desperate to thrust deeper into her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move—couldn’t take control.

And that only made him want her more.

Tanisha’s body was on fire, her muscles tightening as she rode him harder, faster, her moans mingling with his ragged breaths as they both teetered on the edge. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. But she wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

“Not yet,” she gasped, her hips slowing as she teased him, drawing out his pleasure, denying him the release he so desperately craved. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Aizen groaned, his body taut with tension as he fought to keep himself in check. He was so close, so painfully close, but she wouldn’t let him have it.

“Tanisha,” he gasped, his voice a raw, broken plea. “Please.”

Her eyes darkened with triumph, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she heard the desperation in his voice. “Say it again,” she demanded, her hips grinding down against him, driving him even closer to the edge.

“I want you,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “I need you, Tanisha.”

That was all she needed to hear. With a final, powerful thrust, she rode him hard, her body tightening around his cock as she finally let herself go. The sensation was overwhelming, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave as she cried out his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she trembled with the force of it.

Aizen’s body followed suit, his hips jerking upward as he thrust deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her, the pleasure so intense it left him gasping for breath. For a long moment, the only sound in the chamber was their ragged breathing, both of them coming down from the high of their release.

Tanisha remained straddling him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her hands resting on his chest as she caught her breath. Aizen’s eye fluttered open, his chest still heaving as he looked up at her, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction flickering in his gaze.

The moment their bodies parted, Tanisha slid off Aizen’s lap, her eyes never leaving his as she gracefully dropped to her knees between his legs. The crimson haori she wore pooled around her like blood, her movements fluid and predatory, each step in this dance of control precisely measured. She allowed herself a moment to take in the sight of him, bound, panting, and utterly at her mercy. His cock was still rock hard, gleaming with their shared arousal, twitching in the cool air of the prison.

Aizen’s eye followed her, that same predatory gleam faltering as she settled between his thighs, her soft hands reaching for his length. The moment her fingers wrapped around him, his body jerked involuntarily, his muscles twitching in response to her touch.

“You’re still so hard,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, filled with amusement as she gave his cock a slow stroke, watching as his chest heaved. “I thought you might’ve had enough, but…” She smirked, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip, watching a bead of precum form at the slit. “I guess you’re far from satisfied.”

Aizen’s breath hitched, his body betraying him once again as his hips bucked slightly into her hand. His normally composed expression was starting to crack—his lips parted as he tried to maintain some semblance of control, but the twitch in his brow and the quickened rise and fall of his chest told her all she needed to know. “You... enjoy... testing me, don’t you?” he rasped, his voice low and strained, but still attempting to maintain a shred of his usual calm.

Tanisha chuckled, her onyx eyes glinting with wicked delight. “I told you, Sōsuke. You’re mine to play with.” She leaned forward, letting her breasts press against the base of his cock, her fingers guiding him between the soft valley of her flesh. “And right now… I’m in the mood to play.”

She pushed her breasts together, enveloping his cock in the soft warmth of her chest, and slowly began to move, sliding his length between the swell of her breasts. Aizen’s reaction was immediate—his hips jerked upward slightly, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as his cock slid through the warm, slick valley she had created.

“Ahh…” Aizen exhaled, his head falling back slightly as his body trembled in response to the sensation. His composure was slipping further, his eye squeezing shut as the pleasure began to overtake him.

Tanisha’s smirk widened as she watched him struggle. She had him—really had him this time. She could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, the way his hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction, more sensation. He was losing control, and she loved every second of it.

“Look at you,” she purred, her hips shifting slightly as she pressed her breasts tighter around him. “The mighty Sōsuke Aizen, reduced to this… whimpering, needy mess.”

Aizen’s jaw clenched, but the sharp retort that usually followed was nowhere to be found. Instead, a low, broken sound escaped him—a sound that was dangerously close to a whimper, and Tanisha reveled in it.

She lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick at the tip of his cock as it peeked through the top of her cleavage with each slow thrust. The taste of him, mixed with their earlier release, sent a thrill of power through her, and she moaned softly, her lips brushing against the sensitive head as she teased him further.

“Tanisha...” Aizen groaned, his voice shaky, his control unraveling more with each passing moment. He was fighting it, as he always did, but she could feel the tension in his body—the way he trembled under her touch, the way his hips bucked slightly, desperate for more.

She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock again, drawing another ragged gasp from his lips before she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking lightly as she continued to slide his length between her breasts. Aizen’s entire body jerked in response, his cock twitching in her mouth as a low, broken moan escaped him.“Fuck…” Aizen’s voice was a whisper, filled with frustration and need, his head falling back against the chair as his hips involuntarily thrust upward, pushing his cock deeper between her breasts.

Tanisha grinned around him, her lips stretching into a wicked smile as she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She sucked harder now, letting her lips slide down the length of him with each thrust of his cock through her breasts, the combination of sensations driving him mad.

“Surrender to it, Sōsuke,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against his length as she pulled back for a moment, letting the tip of his cock rest against her lips. “There’s no use fighting me. You want this. You need this.”

Aizen’s response was a strained groan, his hips jerking again as he bucked into her mouth, unable to stop himself. The sound that escaped him this time—a soft, needy whimper—was enough to send a wave of heat straight to her core. He was breaking, and the thought of it, of reducing him to this, was intoxicating.

She moaned softly as she took him deeper into her mouth, her hands sliding up to grip her breasts, pressing them tighter around his cock as she sucked him harder. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside as she bobbed her head, her movements quickening in time with his desperate thrusts.

“Tanisha…” Aizen gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desire. His hands, still bound to the chair, clenched into fists as he fought against the restraints, his body twitching with every stroke of her tongue, every squeeze of her breasts around his cock.

She pulled back just enough to let the tip of his cock rest against her tongue, her lips parting as she gazed up at him, her eyes dark with lust. “You like that, don’t you, Sōsuke?” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “You like being at my mercy.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered open, his gaze locking with hers, but the usual defiance was gone. All that remained was raw, desperate need, and it sent a thrill through her like nothing else.He didn’t respond, couldn’t respond—his breath came in short, ragged gasps as his body trembled, his hips bucking into her mouth with increasing urgency. The sight of him, usually so composed and in control, reduced to this—submissive, whimpering, desperate for release—was enough to push her own arousal to the brink.

She moaned softly as she took him deeper into her mouth again, her hands squeezing her breasts tighter around his cock as she sucked him harder, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head with each stroke. Aizen’s breathing quickened, his chest heaving as his body tensed, his muscles quivering with the effort of holding back. “Let go,” she whispered against his length, her lips brushing the tip of his cock as she pulled back slightly. “Give in to it, Sōsuke. I want to hear you beg.”

Aizen’s body jerked, a low, broken sound escaping his throat as he struggled against the overwhelming pleasure. His head fell back, his eye squeezing shut as he bit down on his lip, trying desperately to hold onto the last vestiges of his control.But it was slipping, fast.

“Tanisha…” His voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. His hips bucked again, his cock twitching in her hands as she stroked him harder, faster, her breasts sliding up and down his length with each thrust.

“Say it,” she demanded, her voice firm, commanding. “Beg for it, Sōsuke.”

Aizen groaned, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold on, but it was a losing battle. His cock twitched again, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his muscles tensed, his control slipping further and further away.

Finally, with a broken, desperate whimper, he gave in.“Please…” he gasped, his voice shaky, filled with frustration and need. “Please, Tanisha… I need it.”

Tanisha’s smile widened, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she heard the plea in his voice. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she lowered her head again, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock once more.

She sucked him hard, her tongue swirling around the tip as she bobbed her head, her hands squeezing her breasts tighter around him as she worked him over, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Aizen’s body tensed, his hips jerking upward as he thrust into her mouth, his cock twitching with the force of his impending release. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his entire body trembling as he teetered on the brink of oblivion. “Come for me, Sōsuke,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. “Let go.”

That was all it took. With a final, desperate thrust, Aizen’s body convulsed, his cock twitching violently in her mouth as he came, hot and fast, spilling himself down her throat. His entire body shook with the force of his release, a low, broken moan escaping his lips as he finally let himself go.

But Tanisha wasn't done.

Aizen was still catching his breath, his chest heaving, his muscles tense as the lingering aftershocks of his release pulsed through his body. His head hung low, his single eye half-lidded as he struggled to regain his composure. But the momentary peace didn’t last long.

Tanisha hadn’t moved from her position between his legs, her onyx eyes fixed on him with a glint of sadistic amusement. She could see it all—the sheen of sweat coating his skin, the way his body still trembled slightly, and the faint flush of pink spreading across his normally pale cheeks.

She smirked, her lips curling into a wicked grin as an idea formed in her mind. Something darker, more experimental. The power she wielded over him was intoxicating, and now, she would push it further. Much further.

Without a word, Tanisha held out her hand, her fingers curling as her reiatsu flared around her. A faint shimmer appeared in the air between them, the energy crackling as crystalline shapes began to form in her palm. The crystals—sharp, translucent, and meticulously crafted—morphed into long, slender objects, their smooth surfaces catching the dim light of Mūken as they solidified.

Aizen’s eye flicked upward, his brow furrowing as he watched the objects materialize. Confusion flickered in his gaze for a moment, followed by a glint of suspicion. “Tanisha,” he began, his voice still rough from their earlier exchange, “what are you—”

Before he could finish, Tanisha’s hand closed around one of the crystalline urethral toys she had created, her fingers tracing the smooth, sleek surface as she studied him with predatory delight. She could see the exact moment realization dawned on him, his eye widening slightly, his breath catching in his throat. “Oh, you didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” she cooed, her voice a soft, teasing purr as she held the crystalline object in front of him, letting him get a good look at what she had in store. “You’re not nearly broken enough for my liking, Sōsuke.”

Aizen’s body tensed, his muscles twitching involuntarily as he struggled to comprehend what was about to happen. “What… what are you planning?” he asked, his tone more cautious now, his usual confidence eroded by exhaustion and the vulnerability of his current state.

Tanisha chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine as she leaned closer, her face hovering just inches from his. “I’m going to push you,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over his lips. “Further than you’ve ever been pushed before.”

Without another word, she took hold of his still semi-erect cock, her grip firm yet gentle as she guided the smooth, crystalline toy toward the sensitive tip. Aizen’s body jerked in response, his breath catching as he realized what was about to happen.

“Tanisha,” he gasped, his voice shaky as his body tensed in anticipation. “You can’t be serious—”

But she was.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Tanisha pressed the tip of the crystalline object against his slit, her eyes never leaving his as she applied just enough pressure to make him squirm. The cold, smooth surface slid inside him, inch by agonizing inch, and Aizen’s entire body seized up, his muscles going rigid as a strangled cry escaped his lips.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—sharp, intense, and utterly overwhelming. His body fought against it, instinctively recoiling from the foreign object being inserted into such a sensitive place, but Tanisha’s grip on him was unyielding. She pushed the crystalline toy deeper, her movements slow and precise, watching with sadistic delight as Aizen’s composure shattered.

He gasped, his head falling back against the chair as his hips jerked involuntarily, his body twitching in response to the overwhelming stimulation. “T-Tanisha…” he stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper, his usual calm completely obliterated. “W-What are you doing…?”

Tanisha’s smirk deepened, her hand tightening around his cock as she slid the toy even further inside him, the sharp edges of the crystal brushing against the delicate tissue of his urethra. “I told you,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to break you, Sōsuke.”

Aizen’s body trembled violently, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the toy slid deeper inside him, the sensation too intense, too foreign for him to process. He could feel every inch of it, the cool, unyielding surface of the crystal pressing against his most sensitive nerves, and it was driving him mad.

“Ahhh…!” Aizen’s cry was guttural, his entire body convulsing as he tried—and failed—to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His skin was flushed pink, a sheen of sweat coating his chest and neck as he gasped for air, his body slick with the effort of holding himself together.

Tanisha’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched him struggle, her thumb teasing the base of his cock as she continued to work the crystalline toy deeper into him. “You’re sweating, Sōsuke,” she cooed, her voice filled with amusement as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Flushed pink… trembling… I’ve never seen you like this.”

Aizen’s teeth clenched, his head rolling to the side as he fought to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape his throat. But he couldn’t stop it—not with her doing this to him. His body was betraying him in ways he never thought possible, and the humiliation of it all only fueled his frustration.

“I… didn’t know… you could… use your powers like this,” he managed to gasp, his voice broken and shaky as he struggled to find words. His eye flicked to the crystalline toy still buried inside him, a mixture of shock and disbelief flickering across his face.

Tanisha chuckled softly, her hand sliding up his chest to grip his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “You thought you knew everything about me, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice laced with condescension. “You thought you could predict me, control me… but here we are.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she pressed her lips to his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. “I’m always one step ahead of you, Sōsuke. Always.”

Aizen groaned, his body jerking as she twisted the crystalline toy inside him, sending a shockwave of sensation through his already overstimulated body. His breath came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling uncontrollably as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. But it was slipping—fast

.“You’re mine,” Tanisha whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watched him unravel beneath her touch. “Completely and utterly mine.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered shut, his body quivering as the words sank in. He could feel it—the loss of control, the way his body was responding to her in ways he never thought possible. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

“I—” Aizen tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, his voice breaking as another wave of pleasure and pain surged through him. His body arched against the restraints, his hips bucking involuntarily as the crystalline toy pressed deeper into him, the sensation driving him to the brink.

Tanisha’s smirk widened as she watched him squirm, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing the sensitive skin as she cooed softly into his ear. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice filled with amusement. “Sweating, trembling, flushed pink… I’ve never seen you like this, Sōsuke. So vulnerable. So… submissive.”

Aizen’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his body quaked beneath her touch. He was drenched in sweat, his skin flushed a deep, embarrassing pink, and his mind was spinning, unable to comprehend what was happening to him.

“I told you,” Tanisha continued, her hand sliding up to grip his jaw once more, forcing him to look at her. “I always win.”

Aizen’s body jerked violently as the crystalline toy twisted inside him again, sending another shockwave of sensation through his already overstimulated nerves. His head fell back against the chair, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his entire body trembled with the force of it.Tanisha’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him break before her, the mighty Sōsuke Aizen reduced to a quivering, helpless mess. She had him—completely and utterly—and she reveled in every second of it.

“You’re mine, Sōsuke,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she leaned in closer, her voice soft and commanding. “Now and forever.”

Aizen’s eye fluttered open, his gaze locking with hers, but the defiance was gone. All that remained was raw, unfiltered vulnerability—the realization that, in this moment, she truly owned him. And as his body continued to tremble beneath her touch, he finally surrendered, his voice barely more than a broken whisper as he gasped, “Yes… Tanisha.”

She smiled victoriously, her fingers tracing the length of his jaw as she whispered back, “What an obedient slut.”

Tanisha’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she looked at the flushed and trembling form of Sōsuke Aizen, still trapped in his seat, sweat beading down his chest and his composure shattered in a way she had never seen before. The once indomitable prisoner, the one who had always exuded absolute control, was now reduced to a gasping, broken man, entirely at her mercy.

She could see the confusion, the mix of emotions swirling in his gaze, as if he didn’t know how to process what was happening. And that thrilled her.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Tanisha released one of Aizen’s restraints, her fingers deftly undoing the seal that kept his arm bound. His hand twitched the moment it was freed, and his breath quickened as he realized he was no longer fully confined.

“Get up,” she commanded, her voice cold and firm, leaving no room for argument.

Aizen blinked in surprise, still panting as he met her gaze. His mind was racing, trying to catch up with what was happening, but his body seemed too overwhelmed to react properly. He wasn’t used to this—this helplessness, this submission, and the way his body betrayed him at every turn. He sat there for a moment, unmoving, his chest still rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“I said, get up,” Tanisha repeated, her voice sharper now as her gaze hardened. She released the last restraint around his legs and gave him a stern look. “You’re not a prisoner in this moment, Sōsuke. You’re something else entirely.”

Aizen’s muscles trembled as he pushed himself off the chair, the last remnants of his usual composure struggling to return. He stood before her, fully exposed, his cock still hard and glistening, his body slick with sweat. His eyes flickered toward her, uncertainty clouding his gaze.

Tanisha smirked as she leaned back, resting against the now-vacant chair that Aizen had just vacated. “Sit,” she ordered, her tone dark and possessive. It wasn’t until then that Aizen noticed the crystalline cock that had materialized, protruding from a strap around her waist. The thing was massive, smooth, and glittering like pure crystal, a testament to Tanisha’s control over her powers. It radiated a faint aura of her spiritual energy, and Aizen’s eye widened in shock.

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, realizing what she intended. “Tanisha…” he started, his voice low and almost trembling, the last vestiges of resistance flickering in his expression. “You can’t possibly mean…”

“Oh, but I do,” she purred, her voice soft yet commanding, her fingers beckoning him forward. “Now, Sōsuke, sit back down—on me.”

His breath hitched, a flash of something unrecognizable crossing his face. Aizen, the one who controlled everything and everyone, was being commanded—being asked to surrender in a way he never had before. He hesitated, his body betraying his hesitation as his cock twitched involuntarily.

The weight of her command sank into his skin like the touch of her crystalline shards.

Tanisha raised an eyebrow, her patience thinning. “Are you going to make me repeat myself again? You’re not in control here, Sōsuke.” Her eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I am. Now, sit.”

Aizen’s jaw clenched, but he stepped forward slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he moved toward her. He felt vulnerable, stripped of his dignity, but some part of him—the part that had always been curious, always craving more—couldn’t resist.

He lowered himself slowly, his body inching toward hers, and soon, he was perched on her lap, his legs on either side of her as she smirked up at him.

“That’s better,” Tanisha said with a wicked smile, her hands moving to guide his hips. “You look beautiful like this, Sōsuke. Completely mine.”

Aizen’s breath came in shallow pants as he felt the crystalline cock pressing against his entrance, the cold, smooth surface sending a shiver through his body. He swallowed hard, his body tensing as Tanisha’s hands guided him downward, positioning him over the massive toy. His eye fluttered shut, and he let out a soft, shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to mentally prepare himself.

“Relax,” she cooed, her hands gripping his waist firmly. “It’ll be easier if you don’t resist.”

Aizen’s muscles tensed as he felt the crystalline cock begin to press into him, the unfamiliar sensation making him gasp sharply. His body instinctively tried to pull away, but Tanisha’s grip on his hips tightened, holding him in place.“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice hard as she pushed him down further. “You can handle this.”

Aizen’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the toy slowly slid into him, inch by agonizing inch. The pressure was intense, the cold surface of the crystal sending jolts of sensation through him as it filled him. He could feel every inch of it, the way it stretched him, the way it claimed him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Tanisha’s smirk deepened as she watched him squirm, his normally stoic expression now one of pure vulnerability. “You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her hands guiding him further down until he was fully seated on her lap, the entire length of the crystalline cock buried inside him.

Aizen’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips as his body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. His cock twitched against his stomach, bobbing up and down with each shallow breath, the sight of him completely at her mercy sending a surge of satisfaction through Tanisha.

“There we go,” she whispered, her voice dripping with pleasure as she gripped his waist and began to move him. “Now, let’s see how you handle this.”

With a sudden, sharp thrust, Tanisha drove the crystalline cock deeper into him, making Aizen cry out in shock. His body jerked violently, his hands flying to her shoulders for support as he gasped for air, his mind spinning from the intensity of it.

“Tanisha…!” he groaned, his voice trembling as she began to pump into him, her movements slow and deliberate, but forceful enough to make him feel every inch of the toy inside him.

His head fell forward, resting against her shoulder as his body trembled uncontrollably, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Tanisha chuckled softly, her hands sliding up his chest as she leaned in to whisper into his ear, “You’re my possession, Sōsuke. You can’t resist me. You can’t hide from me. I own you.”

Aizen’s body convulsed as another sharp thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him, his cock bobbing with each movement, the sensation of the crystalline toy filling him overwhelming his senses. His chest heaved, his skin slick with sweat as he cried out again, the sound muffled against her neck.

Tanisha’s hand slid down his chest, her fingers brushing against his swollen cock as she began to pump him in time with her thrusts. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice filled with amusement as she stroked him. “So hard… so desperate. Does this feel good, Sōsuke? Do you like being fucked by me?”

Aizen’s response was a strangled moan, his body jerking as she continued to pound into him, the pressure building inside him with each thrust. His cock throbbed in her hand, twitching as she stroked him, the sensation of her hand and the toy inside him sending him spiraling toward the edge.

“Answer me,” Tanisha demanded, her hand tightening around his cock as she thrust harder into him. “Do you like this?”

“Y-Yes,” Aizen gasped, his voice barely a whisper as his body convulsed in her lap, his cock twitching uncontrollably in her hand. “Yes, Tanisha… I like it… I—ahhh—!”

Before he could finish, Tanisha thrust into him even harder, driving the crystalline cock deep into his body as she stroked him faster, her movements relentless as she pushed him closer and closer to the brink.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding as she continued to pump him. “You’ll always be mine.”

Aizen’s body jerked violently as the pleasure became too much, his head falling back as his chest heaved, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

His cock pulsed in her hand, the sensation of her touch sending him over the edge.

With a final, broken cry, Aizen came, his cock twitching violently as he spilled himself into her hand, his body convulsing in her lap as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his muscles trembling as he collapsed against her, utterly spent.

Tanisha smirked, her fingers still wrapped around his cock as she slowed her movements, allowing him to ride out the last waves of his release. “Such a good little slut,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with satisfaction as she pulled the crystalline cock from his body, leaving him trembling and vulnerable in her arms.

“You’re mine, Sōsuke,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear as she held him close. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

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