Berries, Bites, and Bonds

[NicTheDjinn]

Very few humans dared tread here.

Here, high in the mountains, overlooking the wide plains and fields, the dense sprawl of the human population taking up space, taking up time and life and breath. They’d raised huge cities under the gaze of the mountains, had festivals and feasts. The children would play at its foothills, and the people would gather the herbs and fruits that could be found growing wild at its base. But still they dared not go into the mountains themselves, minus those foolhardy few that thought themselves stronger than the danger. More capable. A couple of times a year a human or two would make their way up from the safety of their city following overgrown and mostly-forgotten paths. Those unlucky souls might meet their end at the edge of the mountain populated by bears and other beasts... But even unluckier souls would not, and continue onwards. These mountains were cursed, guarded by beings too feared to yet be thought of as myths and legends.

Monsters dwelled here.

Often an unwary traveler would fall where the brush was thick and unforgiving. Thorns and nettles would tear at a trespasser’s clothes, rake their skin, obscure their footing. The loose rocks and half-buried bones were just as treacherous as the wildlife on this mountain, often causing an ankle to take a turn and leave its owner helpless for what things were waiting in the shadows of the trees. Things looked human, almost, until one saw the wickedness in their eyes and the sharpness of their teeth. The screams never lasted long.

Fewer humans still would make it out of that dense jungle of underbrush, into the highest reaches of the mountains. Here the greenery was varied and tranquil, the woods full of bird song and soft sounds of water. Trees and shrubs always seemed to be in bloom, vibrant displays celebrating each moment they could bask in the beauty of such a place. Mist rose from waterfalls and streams, dispersing the warm light the sun cast over this place, a flood of heat and life that seemed so misplaced in a wilderness considered so evil. As one continued, the overgrown path would widen, and smooth, light-colored stones would start to break the texture of packed earth until they populated the path fully. One might assume a paved route could only lead to a pleasant destination… And in one way that was correct.

But in another way, the assumption was dead wrong.

At the top of the peak sat an old, elaborate castle, each point of the berry-colored roof reaching up to maul the sky and tear the heavenly spheres from it. Twisted imaginings of creatures sat upon the beams, glaring down at observers in mocking grimaces, almost daring one to come and attack. To try to take this castle while they sat watch upon it.

The path led through a series of gates, and into a large, overgrown garden. The plants were almost wild, barely held back from the stones and walkways meant to lead one on a self-guided journey through it. A river of dark, rounded pebbles separated the flora from the building proper, a porch of dark stained wood allowing one to view the garden without stepping foot in it.

Or, in most cases, allowing someone to doze in the harsh rays of the sun’s light.

The person in question was most definitely a man, a discarded yukata on the ground no longer hiding anything from view. What was the point of sunbathing if you were wearing clothes, after all? Hair like the softest blues of the sky splayed out against the dark wood, the loose binding in it having come undone as the man shifted in the sun’s embrace. Around his neck sat a necklace made up of rough stones and beads, with the occasional brightly- colored feather lazily moving in the soft breeze. The chest the necklace sat upon was tanned and well-muscled, a theme that seemed to continue for the whole of his body. Here and there, twisting across his hips and chest, dark blue markings interrupted expanses of skin, looking all for like some ancient text or animalistic pattern. Even over his eyes, those markings made themselves known, even extending to the corners of his eyes, a lighter blue accentuating their shape. But perhaps what gave away the true nature of this man were the two dark horns sat upon his forehead, almost like a crown… Very much so in fact, for even though the creature seemed so defenseless, naked, and napping, he was still the ruler of the place.

Grimmjow-Douji, the King of these mountains and all the things that lived upon it. The strongest of the oni in recent centuries past, the nightmare of humans and other weak, easily-broken things. The Ultimate Alpha within a pack of hundreds.

Though, perhaps one wouldn’t guess it from the peaceful expression he bore as he rested. Until a noise interrupted such peace.

“...Douji- someone-…”

Blue brows furrowed as some annoying sound interrupted their owner’s sunbathing.

Who. Who could possibly be bothering him now? Who could possibly think that they could walk upon him relaxing in the garden, and think this, this was the time to-

“Grimmjow!”

Fangs audibly gnashed together as impossibly blue eyes opened, the man turning and looking down upon on the oni speaking to him-in every meaning of the phrase. Oh, it was D-roy. Had it been any other waking him by calling his name so familiarly, he would have massacred them on the spot.

“What.”

Just as punishment for waking him up, he poured some Alpha snarl into his voice, a very clear warning of ‘I will tear out your throat, motherfucker’.

D-Roy averted his gaze, the message getting across.

“Sorry, Grimmjow. I just thought you’d want to know, there’s a human making his way up the mountain. He’s almost to the gates.”

“And?”

The Oni Lord’s eyes narrowed further. This is what he’d woken him up for, something trivial that even the weakest of his pack could deal with on their own?! Maybe he should have made good on that throat-ripping threat, maybe then they’d leave him alone to nap…

D-Roy finally met his eyes again. Good. At least he had a bit of a spine.

“He’s some sort of noble or something… Maybe a warrior.”

That seemed to get the naked man’s attention, Grimmjow tilting his head in interest.

How long had it been since a warrior had wandered onto their mountain, since they had something better than a peasant to play with..? A wide grin spread over the oni’s face as he stood up and stretched.

“Well then, we should welcome him- a human making it up this far is someone worth meeting. Good job D-Roy. Someone bring me my clothes!”

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Why did his teacher volunteer him for this mission? Ichigo was confident in his current abilities, sure, but he wasn't on par with any of the 13 Guard Squads, not one bit!! He was still in the academy, and they still were sending him up this mountain to go up agai s an Oni lord-- an alpha on top of that!! Did they even know the redhead was an omega? Probably not, but it was too late now, and he didn't want to be expelled for supposedly being 'of the more vulberable presentation'.

At least his father insisted on training him the moment he began to play sword-fighting with sticks with a crimson-haired boy from his childhood. He hadn't seen him in a long while.... But, he couldn't dwell on the past as he traversed the ascent, towards his goal. He's heard all the warning tales of the mountain-- the harsh flora and fauna, the terrain, as well as the inhuman but also unnatural beasts that roamed the mountainside freely.

He was lucky to have avoided nastier creatures and plants, but he wasn't unscathed either-- nothing worse than a few scratches and bruises, with a few tears in his hakama and kusode. By the time he'd reached the old palace's territory, he felt a deep, unsettling feeling in his gut-- cold, twisted knots in his stomach, while his back, skull and face burned with the eyes he couldn't see, but most certainly felt trained upon him. He was surely outnumbered-- why was he sent alone? Was this a suicide mission he more than likely was expected to fail?

No-- if he gives up now, he'll be dead before he even can look at his target. All the same, a different terror held his heart the further he encroached upon the oni's domain-- he could *smell* all of the alphas in this place, and there was no doubt in his mind that that was the only presentation on this plot of land. It made Ichigo nervous-- he was supposed to be due later this month, but with the heavy, heady aura of frustrated alpha on the air, he feared hed succumb and suffer a fate worse than death.

Still, his sword in hand, he walked on, ready to attack should he be jumped. He looked for an entrance or wall he could sneak through, knowing damn well the front door was a bad idea. All the same, he couldn't shake the eyes-- he knew sneaking in would be pointless now, too. He halted when he heard alarm blocks being struck, as well as a loud, ominous gong further on in the palace as the front gates began to open.

Seems this may be easier, or harder than he thought.

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The front gates swung open slowly, whatever was behind them obscured by shadows until the structures opened just enough to admit a single beam of sunlight within. The eager light moved across the ground, revealing those same smooth stones of the path. The beam of light finally reached a break in the stones- a bared foot, it’s nails long and sharp and colored a bright blue. The light traveled upwards, past a bejeweled anklet, meeting tight blue fabric. Right above the knee, the fabric seemed to balloon outwards a bit, finally recognizable as a pair of tattsuke-hakama.

A hand with long claws matching those on the foot wrapped around the heavy wood of the door and- with some power- thrust them open the rest of the way, slamming loudly against the wall with a force that made chipped paint fall onto the stones below.

“Human!”

What the light had so slowly been revealing was now bared before Ichigo, an oni of impressive height. He wore no clothing on the upper half of his body, naked from the waist up, skin only interrupted by a variety of necklaces laying against strong pectorals. Jewel, feathers, and large fangs provided a good amount of his ornamentation. Metal bands wrapped around his arms, matching bands circling his large, blue-tipped horns. Azure eyes burned with intensity, staring through Ichigo as if he was a particularly interesting bug. More alarming, though, were probably the pointed and jagged fangs the man sported, his lips twisted in some sort of disinterested sneer.

Those eyes found the sword, and all at once, that sneer morphed into a wide grin.

It seemed D-Roy had been onto something after all… Making it this far up the mountain, carrying a sword- what else could this human be but a warrior?

“Are you strong?”

He called out, one of his subordinates turning his head slightly to look at their leader, then share a look with a few of the others. They knew better than to question their alpha’s line of questioning. Humans only came up this mountain for a few reasons, and with that sword and outfit, it was fairly easy to deduce why this one was here. Warriors only came to this mountain to fight their leader… and typically fall at his clawed feet.

Grimmjow, of course, didn’t care why the human was here, or who he was… All that mattered was if he could keep the oni’s interest.

The fearsome monster didn’t wait for an answer, walking forward and drawing his sword from its scabbard, the distinct scent of bloodlust and violence and alpha pouring out from him in waves, what was to be their battlefield suffuse with it. The footsteps didn’t stop until he was standing before the human, blade held out like Ichigo’s own. Eyes like burning sapphires looked up and down the human, his head cocked to one side.

“Well?”

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Ichigo swallowed thickly as those large, seemingly heavy doors were slowly pulled open, and held his blade as steadily as he could as, inch by inch, his opponent was revealed. However, with flair and presence, he was quickly shown that the Oni was a good head taller than him, and clearly ran the place with how he held himself. This had to be the Oni Lord, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, in all his glory.

Naturally, the omega felt the greater Alpha's scent as is, but as he spoke, questioned him, he quickly found it hard to breathe, and with how closely he came to the redhead, he was almost suffocating. *Was* he strong? He had to be, there was no way he'd be sent up here to die, or worse....

Right?

"I-I'm pretty strong, near the top of my class...." Shit, he gave away that he was a student, didn't he? "My father, a former general, personally trained me.... Made sure I would never lack in sword play. And I was told I couldn't return alive unless I had your head on my belt!!" Ichigo declared, doing what he could to bury his fear deep down, avoid seeming weak, before smirking wide, feigning a cockiness greater than what came naturally among his scornful peers, "Worried I wouldn't be worth the trouble of coming right to me? Hell-- you're not even fully dressed!! Never thought a Lord would greet a guest-- even as an opponent-- with so little respect!"

He tightend his grip upon his blade, forcing his body to cease its tremors.... However, his body began to slowly, gradually, betray him in another way. It began to react to the Alpha's heady aroma.

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The fanged grin widened further, blue eyes wide as the oni brought his blade to rest against Ichigo’s own. “My head, huh? You aren’t the first to try to take it, and I doubt you’ll be the last. I’d love to see you try and take me, little General’s boy.” Pantera was left in a one-handed grip as he brought his clawed thumb up, mockingly drawing a line across his throat, piercing blue eyes on Ichigo for the whole of the gesture. His scent swelled between them with the cocky gesture, taking on a dark and smoky undertone.

The accusation had the alpha roaring with laughter, the sound echoing through the nearby woods and startling a flock of birds out into the cloudless sky. “You’re lucky I even have this much on- your arrival interrupted a very nice nude sunbathing session… If it wasn’t for the insistence of my pack, I would happily fight every challenger in whatever I was or wasn’t wearing at the time… Is my nakedness so distracting, human? Are you going to lie and say that you aren’t enjoying the view?” The oni goaded, running his fingers through his own hair and tipping his chin up at the orange-haired man, flexing in just the right way to make his abdominals ripple. “If you want the respect of the Lord of this Mountain, you’re going to have to earn it!”

“Come at me, human!” He commanded, moving his sword away to give Ichigo his chest as a wide-open target. “Show me what you can do, don’t you dare hold anything back!” Grimmjow was tired of posturing- the human had his sword out, the challenge had been declared… It was time to see how strong he really was.

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Ichigo's blade didn't move when the other brought his own against it in what felt like a gauging gesture, to see if the human would falter at the first sign of resistance. "I have a feeling I'll be the last human sent up here for your head, you cocky bastard...." He growled, the sound seemingly alpha, but it didn't have the resonance a true alpha bore when giving Commands. When the other taunted him, and drew the mocking line across his throat, the human scoffed, fear slowly beong quelled by rebellion, a hatred for the other's self-assuredness.

And yet, as the other's deeper alpha scent seeped out, he caught his own warm, welcoming scent respond, and with the other flaunting his toned abdomen, his face grew hot as he felt his own warm and tighten, if only a few moments. And that laugh-- that laugh also pissed him off a great deal, how it sounded.... Oddly attractive, despite the derogatory tone it held. He grimaced at the other trying to say he would enjoy the hardness-- he wouldn't admit he did-- but all the same, his face remained reddened, betraying the mild embarrassment he felt. "Please-- if anything, it would be a cheap distraction tactic to fight with your cock flopping around in the open air!! Whatever-- why am I discussing tact with a man that seems like he wouldn't be damn to have a care even if it would inconvenience him."

At the oni's goading, declaration of battle, Ichigo took a proper stance, ready to strike the moment he felt it was right. He knew better than to attack when the other bared his chest-- it was an easy distraction, one he wouldn't fall for. "Then raise your sword, and fight me as an equal!!" Ichigo demanded in turn, the grip on his sword tightening, all while dragon's blood, vanilla, and orange peel began to emanate from him seemingly with each outward breath. "I want to earn my victory, bring your head back with honor!!"

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Another of the oni lord's loud laughs echoed through the mountain, though there were no birds left to startle at the sound, this time. “That would be quite the sight, wouldn’t it? Though I can’t imagine I would remain ‘floppy’ for a fight against an opponent that caught me to fight in the nude!” The wide smirk on Grimmjow’s face was absolutely salacious, the point of his canines adding an air of danger to the expression. The declaration had a few of the others in his pack snickering, a particularly serious-looking alpha at his right cracking a smile, though appraising grey eyes never left the human.

That grin slide into a sneer at Ichigo’s refusal to take the bait, the oni’s head tilting slightly. “As an equal, huh? Do you think you’re worthy of being called my equal? I am Lord of this mountain, human… Don’t you dare look down upon me, thinking me as weak and pathetic as one of your kind.” His scent flared in his anger, frankincense and vetiver locked in an aggressive embrace, the note of mint flaring up enough to set a lesser man’s teeth chattering. “I am Lord of this mountain, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the Leader of the most feared pack of oni for miles… I stand leagues above you, kid. You won't earn victory here, or honor. Whoever put you on this fool’s errand sent you to me to die.”

Their semi-friendly banter apparently done with, Grimmjow made his move.

His power surpassed Ichigo’s in ways that could not be quantified, and nothing made that more apparent than the first blow he struck against the human’s sword. There was no warning, the oni going from a relaxed stance to attacking in the space of a breath. Panera’s edge screamed against Ichigo’s blade as the two ground together, sending sparks flying into the aggression-filled air. “See, human.” Eyes of the brightest blue met Ichigo’s as he effortlessly parried the human’s steel before he’d ever had the chance to use it. Cruel fangs were framed by that smirk, the oni’s expression one of looking upon an insect that had thought itself a bear. “Here is your fight as ‘equals…’ You think you can keep up?”
He changed his stance, readying for a killing blow...
Wait, what was…?

Confusion crawled it’s way over the alpha’s face as he picked up on a particular scent. No. No way.

With a flick of his wrist, the alpha knocked the human’s sword away, balling the front of his kusode up in his strong grip, not the least worried about the way his claws caught on the strings and tore them. The oni hauled the human up the couple of inches between them, shoving his nose against the junction of Ichigo’s neck and shoulder. It was unmistakable, this close. A deep inhale of the man’s scent was taken to make sure, Grimmjow then pulling back. His dilated eyes were full of questions as they bored into Ichigo’s own.

“Omega… They sent an omega here, into a den of alphas?”

His voice was not quiet, and the tension in the air dissipated to be quickly replaced by a very different kind of tension. Every last oni was staring at Ichigo, some faces holding shock, some holding interest, and even more holding a deep hunger.

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Ichigo couldn't help the grimace that graced his features at the thought of the other getting hard from fighting him-- then again, he's heard well enough about how onis and the like are as equally deviant and degenerate as they are violent and cruel. Even the laughter from the men sent an uncomfortable chill down his spine, as well as angered him further. Perverts, the lot of them. He'll be glad to be far from this place once he was done here--

Except, that wasnt going to happen anytime soon.

"I think I can handle myself with you-- and I don't plan on dying here, no matter what!" Ichigo challenged back, refusing to let the cocky bastard get the last laugh, win in this verbal match. Unfortunately, he was frightfully caught off guard, despite thinking he was ready, only to be mocked and looked down upon by the Oni lord of the mountain, who had moved so quickly that he barely saw his blade coming, only just barely blocking in time to see the *sparks* fly off of the clashing edges. And when the other reared after looking at him as the weak little welp he was, he didn't have the strength to move. By all accounts, a part of him was accepting his fate, despite not wanting to as he made that arduous climb to this point.

Was he really sent up to die up here, be among the empty graves, mourned by his father and sisters?

But, the world had different plans for him, as he was suddenly gripped by his front, and had his scent taken from his throat, right in front of every single alpha present. Ichigo didn't care that his sword was effortlessly flicked far from his reach, as soon, everyone knew what he was, how that looked for his teachers at the base of the mountain.

If they knew, they weren't sending him off to just die-- these bastards were going to think he was an offering, at the worst possibility. It didn't take long for his face to train of color, a cold sweat forming on his brow as he felt all of the hungry eyes on him, his scent souring reasonably from the sudden stress. He had no words, but the look on his face held a fear he would never admit aloud, one held by those like him whenever presented a situation similar to this one.

He would rather die painfully than be used by a den of Oni alpha's.

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Grimmjow’s blue eyes narrowed, staring into Ichigo’s own as the omega became pale and his scent soured. “An omega.” He repeated as if tasting the word on his tongue. “They sent a lone omega here to take my head?” It seemed the oni couldn’t decide if he was amused or annoyed by this revelation. Surely the humans at the base of the mountain knew of his clan, knew that they all presented alpha. Sending an omega up here… Was either a mistake or a sacrifice.

As scents of other alphas drifted into the air, Grimmjow bared his fangs, looking back at his pack. A low growl reverberated through his chest, a warning to all those assembled there. He was the leader of this pack and Lord of this mountain, no other alpha would take an omega before he himself did... That warning seemed to be enough for the majority of the oni around him, though a few were still plainly staring at Ichigo.

“Little human,” Grimmjow spoke, facing the omega in his grasp, eyes locking onto Ichigo’s own. “You realize the situation you are in, I can smell it in your fear.” He supplied, looking him over. “Either you belong to me, or you belong to the pack, there is no escape for you now. Not when they’ve caught your scent… You can imagine how frustrated a mountain full of alphas must be.” The words were cruel, but the truth. Besides… that sweetness that had come from the omega wasn’t for the pack. That had been in reaction to his own powerful alpha scent, he was sure.

Looking over the human now, as an omega instead of a rival, he found his features… Agreeable. Certainly, the man was a bit more solid and muscular than most omegas, but. In all honesty, Grimmjow found that attractive. The last thing he wanted was a weak mate that couldn’t protect themselves, even if this human was nowhere near the ability of a being that had lived as long as he himself had… But still. Knowing the monster he had been sent to face, the man hadn’t run, or cried, or begged for mercy. The omega had fully intended to fight him, even though doing so was a death sentence. That in and of itself was attractive.

“I’ll have you, omega. You shall belong to me and me alone.” The alpha grinned wide, pulling Ichigo close, and tucking his mouth against the juncture of the man’s neck and shoulder again. When his mouth opened, the oni’s fangs framed a perfect circle in the omega’s skin. Grimmjow only teased him a moment before fangs sunk into flesh, claiming Ichigo as his in front of the whole of his pack.

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It was hard to hear anything over his pounding heart in his ears, and yet, the Oni Lord's words came through perfectly, somehow. It was an unpleasant convenience, hearing him clearly say the horrid things he warned him of. He knew damn well what danger he was in-- he wasn't a fool. He simply wished for that danger to remain unspoken. It was perhaps a naive wish, but nonetheless, he didn't need to hear the teuth of the situation to know what would happen if he rejected the lead alpha's claim to him.

All the same, one truth he had hoped to not be true began to nag at him-- *was* he a sacrifice, or just simply sent up to die as he was by the people he was supposed to be able to trust? Did he really mean so little to everyone at the base if the mountain, spare for his father and sisters? His heart fell heavy at the realization they'll all have to mourn again-- his father will more than likely try to find Ichigo himself, or whatever remained, while his sisters would make another funeral altar, next to their mother's. Ichigo never wanted to cause them grief-- he only wanted to become stronger so they wouldn't ever have to cry again.

But, here he was, in the clutches of Grimmjow, his fangs soon digging deep into his scent gland-- claiming him as an omega, before his whole pack. Ichigo expected it to hurt-- but, it didn't, quite the opposite. Sure, he felt those fangs break through his flesh with startling, worrying ease, but rather than pain, euphoria bloomed instead. He let out a strangled moan, a heavy, shaky gasp as his body arched and trembled, eyes shut tight at the sudden rush of feeling. It felt wrong-- deep in the back of his mind, he thought this would hurt, thinking that his hatred and disgust would help him keep some form of dignity in this situation.

But there was none-- his body had betrayed him once again, growing hot, unbearably so, to the point where he began to sweat as his scent finally, slowly, creeped back to its mellow sweetness. His heat had struck far too soon, and with that claiming bite, his head was spinning, his very core aching in ways it never had before. He felt robbed, violated, and he couldn't do anything about it. It was either the demon Lord, or the pack taking turns heartlessly with his fragile, vulnerable state.

And he had to choose the alpha that claimed him, if he wanted any semblance of autonomy in this losing scenario.

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The taste of the omega’s blood and scent bloomed across Grimmjow’s tongue, the oni letting out a deep growl of approval. He felt the omega’s moan through his fangs and groaned in response, the sharp points making a wet sound when he pulled them out of willing flesh. An almost gentle tongue laved over the wound, licking up what blood welled up there. Damn, this little human tasted good… His own scent rose up to meet Ichigo’s, the smokey scent of vetiver mixing with mint, frankincense a quiet note in the background… Responding to the omega’s blooming heat.

So, not only had they sent an omega up his mountain, but one on the cusp of heat…

A soft wind blew the human’s scent through the courtyard, several alpha scents cautiously rising to meet it. Again the blue-haired alpha growled at the other scents, scooping his omega up to keep him from smelling them. He held Ichigo against his strong, bared chest and turned to face the rest of their pack… And it was their pack, now that the omega had been claimed.

The other oni gathered around them looked ravenous, though they averted their faces when met with the flaming blue orbs of their Alpha. Not one of them dared challenge him for claim... They knew better than to try and take something Grimmjow wanted. The only one that met his eyes was that serious-looking alpha from before, though he did tilt his head up to bare his neck slightly, a clear sign of submission. “My Lord, perhaps you should take him inside?” His voice was respectful, soft, words spoken carefully so as not to upset his alpha. “I will keep anyone from disturbing the two of you while you are… busy.”

Grimmjow nodded, his posture turning less defensive, though still strained. It was hard not to be with all these other alphas around and interested in his new omega. Back straight and head held high, he began to walk back towards his castle, as all the other oni scrambled out of the way, their heads and scents lowering in submission.

The blue oni’s steps were quick and measured, even as Ichigo’s heat began pushing all but a very specific set of thoughts from Grimmjow’s mind. He settled him higher against his chest so that he could tuck his face against the human’s neck, breathing in his scent like it was an addiction. A rumbling purr built within him as he took it in, vibrating through both of their bodies. The walk to the top floor was torture… By the time they reached Grimmjow's room, the alpha almost couldn’t focus enough to set out the futon before laying the omega down, crawling over his flushed body.

“Little human.” He whispered, a clawed hand caressing his cheek. “What is it you are called?”

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Ichigo shuddered, whimpered as the Oni Lord licked his claiming wound clean, his scent soon growing thicker in response. He hated what his body was doing-- hated how he was soon cradled in the other's arms.... But, the alpha was protecting him from the rest of his pack, at least. He couldn't be as mad as he wanted to be, though, again, he really didn't have a choice in this matter, especially with how weak he felt, how feverish, sensitive he was. Did someone know he was an omega, and sent him up to be eaten alive, potentially in more ways than one?

Regardless, the world flew past faster than he could register it in the heat-fueled fog clouding his mind. He wanted to be angry, wanted to try to push the other away, lash out.... But all his body would do was weakly cling as he panted heavily, already feeling slick between his legs, his skin feeling far, far too hot for the clothes he was wearing. He's never had this much teouble with heats before-- normally, he was able to get by just fine, he'd just habe a sore core to deal with, being an annoyance. But, now that he was claimed, he felt.... Crippled by the organ he thiught he had control over, had resistance to.

By the time they were finally in the other's room, his clothes were almost damp with sweat and slick, the poor omega on the verge of collapse from the throes of his heat. When Grimmjow laid him down, hovered over his aching, wanting body, an involuntary keen left his chest, though, he gasped, stilled for only a moment as the other cupped his cheek. "I-Ichigo.... I-Ichigo Kurosaki...." He barely managed, his eyes glazed over with need, and faint discomfort, as he was in the presence of *his* alpha, and yet, he's not trying to 'fix' he omega's little 'problem'. He felt like he was sick-- like when he was so little, back when his mother was still alive. He'd been hit with such a terrible fever, there were worries his brain would become damaged by it. But, as he laid there, he knew this was different.

His body didn't care about how Ichigo felt about all of this, and at this point, even if he could, it wouldn't do him to fight any of this. He was a rare resource, and every alpha on this mountain would want a piece of him and would more than easily catch him if he even managed to escape the room on its own. The best he could do was try to bide his time, figure out if it is even possible to escape without help.... Or if he'd be lucky enough for someone to come rescue him.

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“Ichigo.” He repeated softly, blue eyes looking between the human’s brown pair with the same sort of instinct-driven haze. The pads of the oni’s fingers so, so gently trailed over skin with the claw tips following after, feather-light. Deep within the recesses of the alpha’s mind, Grimmjopw couldn’t help but think that his omega had quite the cute and fitting name… He was so flushed, sweet, and ripe for the taking like his namesake. The oni leaned in, taking in a deep breath of his omega’s scent, long tongue snaking out to lap at the claim he’d made upon the human… The warm, wet muscle pressed fully along the wound, savoring any remaining traces of his omega’s blood. “Ichigo…” The name was growled between sharp fangs, the Oni’s breath hot against his skin. “Mine… My omega…”

While the alpha was busy inhaling all he could, his hands slipped down, claws gripping either side of the human’s sweaty kusode and ripping. His omega didn’t need clothes, they were just in the way. As more of his skin was revealed, the alpha started moving downward, breathing in and tasting each plane of his mate’s form. Grimmjow’s tongue traced down to the hollow of Ichigo’s throat, sharp fangs gently pricking the skin over the man’s collarbones. The oni breathed in the scent of him, devoured it as it if was the finest sake. Those blue lacquered claws gently traced along the human’s sides, following the rise and fall of the muscles they found there. His omega actually seemed to have quite the physique… Which, the alpha found, he preferred. A soft, curvy omega would have never suited him. No, he found the man’s strength- even just human strength- much more appealing. After all, taking a strong mate guaranteed they would have strong pups-

That line of thought nearly had the alpha’s blood aflame. Pups… They would have the strongest litter, able to take the mountain and even further. They would be feared and adored through all these lands, fighting and living in the glory of their sire, and it would all be due to his omega, this quivering little thing below him. If he hadn’t already been almost painfully hard, those thoughts would have done it. His omega, his Queen, filled to the brim with his pups…

A growl forced it’s way out of Grimmjow’s throat as the oni’s claws reached the fabric hakama, destroying the garment in much the same fashion as he had the kusode. Tatters fluttered down slowly around them, though Grimmjow paid no attention to them in the least. Kisses and nips crept their way ever lower, leaving marks all along the skin of Ichigo’s left pectoral… Until that tongue reached the man’s perked nipple, circling and licking it like one would a candied treat.

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The heated omega shuddered pleasantly when he heard the other say his name not once, but *twice* in such a possessive fashion, and when that hot tongue laved over his faintly tender and swollen marking wound, he whimpered as he arched faintly, his head lolling to the side enough for the other to have easy access. Further and further the alpha explored his skin with that long, warm tongue, the harder it was to think-- to try to force himself to stay upset with the situation he was in. Harder to try to resist the other at least subconsciously, if his body wouldn't comply. But, much like his body had succumb, his hormones were running rampant upon his mimd as well, making him more.... Pliant, accepting of the Oni that claimed him.

Ichigo flinched, and gasped weakly as his skin was so suddenly and crudely bared, and for a moment, he had been mildly terrified. That was a strong, sturdy material, even if it had been a bit roughed up by the particularly sharp and snaring flora of the mountain. *Grimmjow had torn it like it was paper*!! But, in the wake of that fear flooded an even greater arousal-- something he'd felt genuinely ashamed over-- and he couldn't help but arch and tremble as those strong, gentle hands traced over the natural curves of his muscles, his pride. Sure, it didn't take him too much to be this strong, fit, but he sure as Hell knew that if he took it too easy, he'd become embarrassingly smooth, less likely to pass as anything beyond an omega.

However, his mind became blank as his alpha began to run that strong tongue over his throat, collarbone, and then finally focusing upon the pert nipple on his chest. The sound that left him would haunt him for a while-- a sound akin to a weak hiccup, and a soft cry that he never thought would ever leave his throat with as much ease as it did. Was he always this sensitive? He didnt have much time to ponder that thought as soon he was almost as bare as the day he was born-- some tattered linen still remained on his form in places-- exposing his own rightfully straining erection, paired with a flushed, glossy and *needy* entrance, the untouched, unvarnished flesh almost swollen from his heat.

It all felt torturous, almost, how the Oni Lord had taken such care with his weak, flushed body-- sure, his clothes were beyond redemption now, but the fact remained that the alpha wasn't simply taking him without a care like he had feared. He still feared what would most surely come once he's finished toying with his almost desperate body, but.... His inner omega wouldn't let him focus on that. It wanted to focus on how the alpha was still dressed-- well, half-dressed-- as he lapped the soft sheen off of his burning skin, took the time to explore his body without taking selfishly. This was foreplay-- whether or not it would be thorough is to be seen, but the fact this Oni was taking his time meant that there was at least some respect, some sliver of hope that he wouldn't be completely unhappy.

Maybe Grimmjow would treat him as a proper mate, rather than just a brooding omega whenever he was bored....? The omega in Ichigo truly hoped for that, even if the man himself doubted it, after seeing and hearing what he had of many alpha's, outside of his father and a few exceptions among his social circle.

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The oni spent a good deal of time giving that nipple as much attention as he liked… The touches ranged from long laps of the whole of the long muscle flattening it against Ichigo’s pectoral to teasing circles with just the tip of that long tongue running circles around the areola. The alpha’s blue eyes hooded as he savored the taste, covering Ichigo’s chest in warm saliva. The scent of frankincense filled the room, though mint sparked sharply through it when the alpha was finally rewarded with that tiny burst of sound. Blue eyes were fully opened once more, slitted pupils wide and intent on the source of the cry. The alpha’s face broke out into a wide, pleased smirk before his tongue was back to the task at hand… But on the nipple opposite the one that had held his attention previously. This time, however, the licking didn’t go nearly as long, the oni pulling away to blow a steady stream of warm air over spit-slicked skin. “Ichigo…” The name rumbled up from deep within his strong chest and carried a definite tone of possessiveness.

There was no warning before the alpha sunk his fangs shallowly into a pectoral, marking the omega here, too. The bite left a perfect circle of lightly-bleeding teeth marks around Ichigo’s nipple, framing it in bloody welts… The way the oni licked the human’s blood from his lips and teeth was purely sinful… Even more sinful was the visage Grimmjow presented as he leaned in to lap at what blood had pooled in those shallow indentations. Rumbling purrs built through the alpha’s frame as he drank in his omega’s blood, intoxicated with it just as much as he had been with Ichigo’s scent and the taste of his heated, flushed skin.

The pointed tips of his claws had trailed all the way to the human’s hips in the meanwhile, pressing carefully into the soft flesh there. Strong hands wrapped around Ichigo’s waist, strong thumbs smoothing along with the dip that denoted his human’s Adonis belt. Truly the omega he’d been sent was quite the gift… A body so strong and fit was terribly rare. The oni’s tongue began to move downward, trailing away from the bloody, saliva-covered mess he’d made of the omega’s chest. The bulge of each abdominal muscle was similarly treated with hot swipes of tongue and pricks of sharp fangs, reddened welts left in the wake of the alpha’s hot mouth. Grimmjow paused just a moment when he reached the human’s navel, looking back up into his eyes with a proud, satisfied grin.

As it so happened, the oni’s hands had been moving just the same, the pad of an index finger so gently running up the underside of his mate’s shaft. Even this part of his omega was exciting… Blue eyes looked up into brown, the alpha licking his lips slowly, taking the time to run the muscle over each deadly point. The oni then growled lowly, finger and thumb holding right under the head of his mate’s sweet cock.

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It was embarrassing, how his body began to tremble as he fell under the other's smug gaze following that noise he had let out. However, what he didn't expect was how Grimmjow had boldly marked his chest as well, *around his sensitive nipple*, earning a shaking, broken moan as his nails dug into the futon, his body arching at the pleasurable pain the other brought him, followed by a thicker cloud of vanilla and dragon's blood escaping his scent pores. Ichigo began to believe he was a masochist-- there was no explanation for for his eager willingness otherwise. If he wasn't in the throes of heat, he'd be swinging-- fighting whatever was bringing him pain. But alas, he was in a blissful fog, slowly coming to accept his alpha.

Ichigo couldn't help but watch how the Oni had licked up the fresh blood he had released, and whimpered as his core squeezed almost painfully as a result. *That tongue should move elsewhere*. Although, that was only a feeling in the human's mind, rather than a thought proper. He was feeling greedy, impatient, even, with all of this torturous edging the lord was putting him through. A part of him wanted to try to take control-- an echo of his fierce independence-- but he was just too fatigued, weighed unfairly down by the intensity of his heat.

Soon, his lustful desires were answered as his alpha began to pick and thumb along his toned abdomen, making his body shake harder and stronger the closer the other grew towards his sex, his thighs even involuntarily spreading as best they could. Even the occasional prick of sharp fang that caught brought more sweet music into the now nearly stifling room, the air thick with their mingling scents of arousal anf approval of one another, at the very least upon a physical, carnal level. He never could avoid looking into those icy sapphires as they met his earthy brown eyes, ensnared in their irrisistable pull with each teasing touch, pause.

What Ichigo didn't anticipate was the other's interest in his length, holding it with flirtatious care, *all while licking his lips*. Was that madman going to take Ichigo into his mouth? The thought made his brain ever fuzzier, the organ, though useless in reproduction, no less twitched eagerly, releasing a generous bead of pre that slipped down to the other's thumb. He tried to speak, though words were impossible at this juncture-- however, the tone was a mix of hopeful, eager.... Yet also rightfully concerned, due to how easily the other broke flesh with those lustrous fangs. His neck and chest, and lightly on his stomach? Perfectly fine-- but he, like most any reasonable phallus-bearing individual, he feared damage to his cock, even if the thrill was exciting as Hell.

[Final]

Thick fog penetrated every corner of the Oni Lord’s mind. He could think of nothing but his omega’s trembling, his soft little sounds, his scent permeating the stifling air of the room and mixing with Grimmjow’s own heavy alpha scents. This close to the prize between his mate’s thighs he could smell the slick gathering at the core of him, hot and wet and thick with the perfume of heat and desperation. The pre that dribbled from his mate’s cock and down his own thumb held a similar scent, and Grimmjow didn’t hesitate to lap it up, purring lowly in his chest as he did so, eyes boring into Ichigo’s. He tasted just as good as he smelled. The Oni chased after that particular flavor, his tongue tracing the trail the pre had made down his thumb until he reached Ichigo’s cock. There was no hesitation as the wet, pliant muscle began to move up his shaft. A deep groan lifted from alpha’s chest when he reached his omega’s tip, enjoying the hint of his flavor and the smoothness of it against his tongue.

The human’s cock-based worry was plain on his face, and the alpha smirked in understanding. Sharp fangs like his weren’t particularly comforting when it came to fellatio, understandably. He couldn’t imagine his omega was masochistic enough to enjoy the prick of fangs at such a sensitive area.

...That just made him want to do it more, the Oni Lord never one to pass up a challenge.

A strong hand wrapped around the base of Ichigo’s cock, starting to slowly pump up and down. The length of him that wasn’t included in that grip was treated to Grimmjow’s tongue. The appendage causally and curiously explored the head of the omega’s cock, the tip of his pointed tongue flicking just under the head and into the slit in a sort of cruel playfulness. He was just as impressed with this part of his omega as he had been the rest of his body. This wasn’t the sad useless phallus some omegas sported… No, it was thick and strong, enough so that many would likely assume Ichigo an alpha if they saw this part alone.

Hazy azure eyes were locked on Ichigo’s expressions, wanting nothing more than to make his strong omega shatter. A loud rumble of satisfaction moved through Grimmjow’s abdomen, his teasing tongue vibrating with it.

As his attention seemed so soundly on the omega’s cock, one might think he had forgotten the wet, needy entrance below… But with the almost choking scent of slick, there was no way it could have slipped the alpha’s mind. His mouth and hand were occupied, however.

It was a good thing he had a second hand to spare.

Quite suddenly he was pressing the pads of his fingers against the man’s folds, swiping them through the heated slick he found there, then back down. Driving further inside with his fingers was currently out of the question with his long, blue-painted claws. His omega would have to be satisfied with the teasing touch, for now.

“Ichigo…” He growled against the cock he was preoccupied with, perfectly aware of how the omega had seemed to like hearing his own name.

[LovelyBones]

The omega jolted as his alpha licked up his pre without hesitation, a shaking moan leaving him at the wet warmth tracing along his masculine sex. Though, that groan he heard earned another pleasant shiver, a whine responding in kind soon after. Though, seeing that smug look again made him swallow thickly, a part of him wanting to try to plead that the Oni not put his cock in his mouth, even if, thus far, the alpha had not harmed him out of cruelty while in such a vulnerable state. A part of him wanted to believe that Grimmjow wouldn't use those teeth on him there, but.... The anxiety of course remained, like a grease stain no matter how hard you tried to clean it up.

However his mind blanked again, a drawn moan leaving his bite-swollen lips as the other began to stroke him properly, as well as use that devilish tongue to tease his all too sensitive tip, his slit leaking more precum at the stimulation. Though, what truly blocked worry from his mind was how.... Approving the other seemed of his member, and a part of him felt a little proud, considering his situation. Grimmjow seemed to approve if his body as it was, rather than feel threatened in some way like most alphas seemed to be, or feel he wasn't omegan enough. But the wordless praise made butterfies in his toned stomach, happy he had the other's approval.

Ichigo wasn't prepared for the teasing touches to his dominant sex, however, and he keened loudly, hands quickly darting towards the other's head, trying to pull him away and down as he bucked once, twice before letting out an almost pathetic whimper, wanting more than the pads of the other's fingers. At least he was sensible enough to avoid accidental damage to himself in his state. Alas, he had forgotten about the claws completely-- would the Oni Lord clip them if he so requested? At least his first and middle digit? Regardless, those claws were in the way, making the heated omega impatient, despite how sorely small he surely was inside. Unless the other's tongue was long and thick enough to get the job done, he might have to open himself up in order to take the other. The problem was: would he have the strength to do such a thing?

Though, feeling Grimmjow come back to his cock, only to purr his name against it made Ichigo arch almost roughly, whimper wetly at the torture the other was putting him through. Why was his name giving him this reaction?! Maybe it was because he wasn't being seen as just any omega he claimed just to use? Regardless, it was shamefully effective, and Ichigo probably wouldn't be able to live it down. What he hadn't expected, however, were the next words that left him without him even putting the braincells he had left together, "G-Grimm-- more-- m-more--" He all but begged, tears of desperation soon welling in his eyes. "H-hurts--"

[Final]

Grimmjow’s mate made the most wonderful sounds… His own rut demanded he chase them, make Ichigo sing for him, beg for him. It was his duty, after all, to please his poor heat-riddled omega. Blue eyes took in every reaction, every shiver and shudder, every moan and gasp. His mate was quite responsive, and the oni found he very much enjoyed that. Having the proof of Ichigo’s pleasure break through the hot, humid air -and likely carry through thin paper walls into the hall outside-was exhilarating.

The oni made sure not to miss a single drop of the omega’s precum, watching those hazy brown eyes as he expertly ran his hot, wet muscle along the shaft. With each pump of his fist, more of the sweet fluid seemed to leak out and the alpha found that he was quickly coming to crave the taste. Sweet and musky, undoubtedly the flavor of his strong, desirable omega. Surely the rest of him would taste just as succulent. His eyes left Ichigo’s for just a moment, instead focusing on the pads of his clawed fingers now slippery with slick. There was not a moment’s hesitation before he licked up what moisture he’d gathered, blue eyes slipping shut. The oni didn’t have too long to focus on the taste of his omega’s slick, however, as he felt fingers curl through blue tresses. Not unpredictably he was shoved downward, his omega’s body demanding. So, his mate wanted him there, did he..? The oni chuckled softly, broad tongue leaving a trail between his omega’s folds, the strong, confident scent of frankincense billowing out from his scent pores as his chest and tongue vibrated with a deep, approving purr.

Ichigo tasted just as good as he’d expected.

But, almost as punishment once his hair was relinquished, the oni soon returned his attention to the cock before him. That long tongue traced along throbbing veins, flattening and circling the flushed head... He was in charge and would take his time as he saw fit, driving his omega into pleasured torment if he so desired.

Or he would have.

Ichigo’s cries incited something primal within the alpha. His omega was hurting, needing him… The feral beast inside wanted nothing more than to find what was distressing his mate and rip it to shreds, to give him whatever he desired no matter how hard it was to obtain. Luckily, what he wanted was quite easily provided. Strong clawed hands gripped Ichigo’s thighs to spread those legs further, sharp teeth and soft lips playing over the skin of his inner thighs. Here, the scent of slick was stronger, each inhale strengthening the static of rut in Grimmjow’s mind.

Hazy sapphires looked up along his omega as he leaned in, hot tongue peeking from between his lips before once more getting a taste of the decadence between Ichigo’s thighs. The alpha seemed to know exactly what he was doing- slow, broad strokes slowly easing further and further between his mate’s folds. Whereas some eager, inexperienced alphas would have gone straight for trying to tongue-fuck the heated omega, Grimmjow seemed perfectly happy taking his time pleasuring his mate with broad, slow strokes of his tongue, paying close attention to how the omega reacted. Purrs rumbled through the alpha’s chest, adding to the slick, slurping sounds he was making between those strong thighs. That, along with occasional hums of praise, lent a bit of vibration to the alpha’s busy tongue.

[LovelyBones]

Ichigo didn't have a care in the world about what may or may not be heard through such thin walls, at least not in his current state. Hell, with how thickly their scents mingled and filled the modest space of that room, he wouldn't be surprised if someone was waiting outside, more than likely drooling, wishing they could see what all was happening behind closed doors. Of course, the omega would be dreadfully embarrassed, and honestly scared by such boldness. As strong as he thought he was, he was only human, and he didn't dare risk leaving this room after what would occur tonight.

At least, not without his alpha present, protecting him.

Dragon's blood and vanilla shamelessly mingled with frankincense at the obvious approval the other had for his flavor, his natural endowments. Though, orange peel mixed into his aroma as he felt that hot, deft tongue swipe through his aching sex, his inner walls fluttering and throbbing almost sorely, eagerly. The relieved yet nonetheless needy moan that left him shocked the omega-- even in his own private moments when he was home alone, he never was able to moan like this, let alone feel this genuinely good. Perhaps it was the curse of everything feeling better with a partner-- a mate?

Of course, the whimpering, almost sobbing sound that left him was sure to mortify him once he was back to his senses again, having been denied what he so desperately needed from his alpha. If Grimmjow wanted to play with his cock, he could do so when his omega wasn't at risk of suffering from unbearable estrus cramps. Grimmjow could take his time properly when he wasn't in such a strong, painful heat, dammit!!

Thankfully, his alpha was kind enough to heed his pleas, earning a louder, almost trilling moan from his lips as he threw his head back. Strong hands moved back into the oni's hair once more as he went back to devouring the omega slowly, expertly. As much as he hated the pace in his heat-addled state, it was for the best. If the other had dove right in, he'd more than sob from the sudden overstimulation. Honestly, he was already to tears as it was-- luckily, with pure ecstasy. With each swipe of that thick, long tongue, he couldn't resist his body's rolling, how it seemed to do its best to match his alpha's pace. What shook him to his core, though, was how the others purrs and praising noises in the back of his throat seemed to make that warm muscle vibrate, stimulate the omega even more than he was honestly ready for.

He wasn't going to complain, however, as purrs easily left his chest in kind. Ichigo needed this, if he had any hope of taking his mate with minimal damage. Grimmjow was a larger male, a larger alpha than he's seen in his barracks, and for the most part, the endowments tended to match. There was a fear in the back of his mind that he wouldn't be able to take all of Grimmjow, disappoint him that way, even if it was out of his control. Ichigo didn't want to let his alpha down after all this care he's put in so far.... things he never thought an oni was capable of, really. Really, his expectations had been blown out of the water, and.... honestly? He felt special, like he was the center of his alpha's world.

He didn't want to disappoint him, but there was a chance he may not be able to handle all of his alpha's passion tonight, no matter how badly Ichigo wanted to be. Would his alpha be upset if he couldn't handle all of him, knot and all? Would he try to force it, or would he be patient, focus on training his body for next time? Poor Ichigo's head spun from his worries, made him whimper. Look down at his mate, wondering how he would react. He's been gracious, so far.... surely he wouldn't be cruel now, right?

[Final]

The loud moan ripped from his omega’s chest told him everything he needed to know. He pulled away from his work to grin wide up at Ichigo, before diving in with vigor once more. He was plainly taking his time, exploring every nook and cranny of the omega’s sex and praising his flavor in moans and growls. Eventually, the tip of the oni’s long tongue began to prod and twist into him properly, taking his time sliding deep inside the omega. His poor Ichigo was so tight… He had to imagine he’d never mated before, something that filled his chest with dark, proud, possessiveness, the smokiness of vetiver growing around them.

He would be the _first..._

The omega would his wholly and completely… Whatever other alphas had been waiting in the wings to claim this human was completely out of luck. The oni found himself almost wishing someone would try and challenge him for his mate. That was probably his rut speaking, but Grimmjow couldn’t deny the rush he felt at the thought of running some challenger into the ground, bashing in their skull for daring to try and take what was his, presenting their bloody skull to his Ichigo and then fucking his grateful omega into bliss.

That series of thoughts only seemed to further inflame the erection he’d been sporting almost since biting the human in the first place. With him between his prey’s thighs like this, there wasn’t much that he could grind against to sate his cock’s insistent need… That was something that needed to be remedied.

The Oni’s azure eyes flicked up to take in the state of his omega as he slid his tongue as deep as it could go. He didn’t remain there long, though, pulling back with a long, obnoxious slurp. The Oni looked over his mate as he sat back on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of a clawed hand. He liked how that pale skin looked, all marked up and bloody with his claim bites.

“Ichigo.” The name is growled more than said, as the Oni worked off what little clothes he wore and tossed them aside with a little more care than he’d given the omega’s clothing. His own were quite ornate, after all, bearing his colors and befitting his station… He’d have to get some for his omega that matched.

That was a thought for later, though. Right now, all that mattered was the squirming, desperate omega before him and his own aching need to bury himself inside that warm heat, knot him and fill him with his seed, his pups...

“Ichigo…” He growled again, the oni taking ahold of his own cock, giving it a nice, looong stroke where the omega could see. “You want me, omega..? You need me to breed you, don’t you? I can smell how desperate you are for me.” The alpha grinned, fangs flashing in the light as his throbbing cock leaked from the tip. “Pretty little human… Stretch yourself nice and ready for me… And I’ll give you my knot.”

At least… He was going to do his best to. His little mate was so tight. If they couldn’t get him ready enough this time, he’d have to improvise this heat. They could always worry about keeping Ichigo nice and loose for him in the future.

[LovelyBones]

As Grimmjow's strong, broad tongue slowly eased itself into his core, the omega arched rather beautifully, his walls already fluttering around the warm muscle. As more and more reached further inside, Ichigo began to babble, almost speak in tongues as pleasure began to cruelly heat his insides. He had no clue what was running through his alpha's mind, and really, his more sober self would be terrified, and at the very least conflicted about the lengths his alpha would go to to prove himself, how he would make sure he'd be the only alpha Ichigo would have. Meanwhile, in his heat-addled state, his mind held different visions-- images of himself heavy with pups, being held and cared for by his alpha, protected and cherished.

Really, it was growing harder and harder to even imagine his future like this, with that devilish tongue squirming inside, igniting his sensitive nerves with delight after delicious delight. Alas, just as he felt his body grow hotter, his core beginning to build with pressure he'd never been able to achieve on his own, the oni lord had pulled away, earning a long, despondent whimper from his swollen lips. However, upon seeing his alpha rest upon his knees, and soon ridding himself of the fabric that separated them both until now, his pouting ceased, and was soon replaced with hardly contained excitement, anticipation. He trilled as he heard his name growled, his hazy brown eyes barely focusing enough upon his mate, as if he were trying his best not to succumb to sleep. He needed his alpha, needed him now.

The omega watched with rapt attention as Grimmjow began to stroke himself, display his own weeping, needy cock slowly, teasing the poor heated male ever further than before. However, when the oni began to speak, his words lustful and commanding, Ichigo didn't spare a moment to do as told, even if his own hands were shaking as they finally moves down his body. His dominant hand easily slid his two middle digits inside, earning a pathetic whimper as his free hand held his leg up and to the side, presenting his needy sex ever more than before. However, most importantly, Ichigo was bold enough to make an attempt at holding his alpha's gaze-- most omegas wouldn't do so without prompting , and some wouldn't be able to at all, too overwhelmed by it all to be able to focus otherwise. "Kn-knot...." he echoed as best he could, getting knuckle-deep, his sex making such beautiful, slick sounds.

His hips bucked as he slipped his index finger inside next, letting out an almost impatient keen. He's gotten by with fingers long enough-- he finally had a proper cock in front of him. Why did he have to suffer longer?! However, as he looked back down to Grimmjow's perfect shaft, throbbing veins and dripping tip, he remembered exactly why he had to use his fingers for now.

His alpha looked almost too big, really, and this was before the other's knot even had a chance to swell.

Ichigo finally tried to add his pinky, though that sacrificed depth, much to his lament. He needed more-- needed his alpha to fill him up properly, mold his core to the shape of his alpha's cock. He needed to be bred, needed to feel that hot, fertile seed be trapped deep inside, force itself to fill his aching womb. "A-alpha...." he whimpered, soon looking back into sapphire eyes, his own glassy with tears of teased pleasure and discomfort. "I-I need you--" he hiccupped, his fingers soon sliding out of his needy hole, only to spread his glistening folds, expose his flushed, swollen sex, just begging to be pierced for the very first time.

Would Grimmjow continue to make him wait, with such an invitation before him?