EPIC: Path of Demons and Dragons-Chapter 261: Hot and Cold

With Kukaku departing to determine a location for the 14th Division's headquarters and barracks, Vahn was left alone with Rukia in his study, the two of them sitting side by side with a respectful distance between them and a large, light-formed display hovering in front of them.

"That strawberry-headed fool...he went through all that trouble to save me and then just left me in the Soul Society...?" sighed Rukia, closing her eyes and exhaling loudly with her hands clenched into fists—having just completed the first three seasons of the Bleach anime, culminating in the return of Ichigo and his friends to the human world after her successful rescue.

"It's not too late, you know," remarked Vahn, his voice low and guiding as he contended, "From the moment your world became integrated with the Tower, its fate was no longer predetermined. Whichever path you choose, the Dragon's Pavilion will support you."

Shaking her head, Rukia asserted, "I've already chosen which path I will walk. And now that I know the truth, I have even fewer reasons to waver. Ichigo and his friends never should have become entangled in the affairs of the Soul Society. Now, even if I can't shoulder the entire thing, I can at least carry the burden of my world's fate alongside others entrusted to do the same..."

"Which is precisely why I didn't hesitate to accept you as a First-Grade Maid—or reveal the truth to you," hummed Vahn, his expression and tone softening as he proclaimed, "You're strong, Rukia. And your sense of duty will enable you to become one of the central pillars hoisting your world to a grander stage..."

"And here I was thinking you had approved of my appointment as a First-Grade Maid because you found my appearance to your liking..." revealed Rukia, turning her head and staring at Vahn with narrowed eyes and a cool expression reminiscent of her elder brother despite them having no blood relation.

"And you'd be right," affirmed Vahn, adopting a narrow-eyed, smoldering look as he smoothly appended, "But if appearance alone made a woman exceptional, there wouldn't be so many petty, vain, and cruel villainesses. Lucky for me, you have character and appeal in equal measure...Renji and Ichigo really dropped the ball..."

"Renji...?" repeated Rukia, incredulous. She had witnessed the crimson-haired Shinigami's battles against Ichigo and her brother, but it didn't change that he was one of the people who had arrested her while being very mean about it. He also proactively attempted to prevent Ichigo from rescuing her, only appearing to have a change of heart after failing to kill one of her friends. Then there was the reality that the two of them hadn't so much as greeted one another for four decades, so she couldn't fathom why Vahn would feel sorry for him.

"Should we continue watching?" asked Vahn, gesturing with his right hand to the mini-theater-sized display.

Furrowing her brows and twisting her mouth, Rukia attempted to weigh the pros and cons of learning about a future and events that had already been unwritten due to her world coming into contact and associating with the Dragon's Pavilion. There was a possibility that she could obtain insight and useful information on the internal thoughts and motivations of certain people, but she was already annoyed by how comically she was depicted at the beginning of the series. Admittedly, all of the events portrayed had transpired—they just weren't anywhere near as exaggerated.

'No...it's time for me to start shaping my own future...' determined Rukia, her eyes narrowing into what she believed to be a seductive look as she placed a trembling hand on Vahn's left thigh, gazed up at him, and asked, "What are my other options...?" in a low, hopefully sensual-sounding tone.

"As numerous as they are varied..." hummed Vahn, his voice a low purr as he placed his hand atop Rukia's, enveloping her nearly ice-cold digits like a warm blanket.

"Your hand...it's so big and warm..." muttered Rukia, swallowing audibly before boldly scooting closer to Vahn, nestling against his bicep with her shoulder. She had studied rigorously in anticipation of what was to come, but as it was her first time trying to initiate physical intimacy with another person, the tension in her body was at an all-time high.

"It's not the only thing..." responded Vahn, his expression smoldering as he turned his head and drew closer to Rukia's lips, causing her trembling to increase as she closed her eyes and adorably puckered in anticipation. It was apparent to him that she was exceedingly nervous, so instead of a deep, impassioned kiss, he brought their lips together chastely, lingering for several seconds before pulling away to gaze into her nearly shut eyes with a gentle, appreciative smile as he asked, "Would you begrudge me if I commented on how adorable you look right now...?"

"I would prefer if you said I was sexy..." countered Rukia, the tension in her body alleviating but not fading as she tentatively slipped her left hand into the gap in Vahn's yukata, caressing his surprisingly smooth but toned abdomen and side as she raised her chin, indicating she wanted a second kiss.

"You're very sexy..." hummed Vahn, putting extra emphasis on the word 'very' before pressing his lips to Rukia's and placing his right hand on her right thigh, gently caressing it as they transitioned from simply pressing their lips together to experimentally tangling their tongues and exploring the interior of each others' mouths.

"Your saliva...is it supposed to be this sweet...?" asked Rukia, genuinely curious and panting as she felt short of breath, her heart beating like a rabbit's within her chest.

"That's true of all my bodily fluids..." revealed Vahn, causing Rukia to exhale a faint "Ah..." as he casually shifted his hand from caressing her inner thigh to gently rubbing her slit through the warm and faintly damp fabric of her Shihakusho's black, hakama-like pants. Even she had rarely touched herself in the sensitive location outside of washing, but instead of instinctively closing her thighs like most women in the same situation, she extracted her hand from the interior of his yukata and placed it on top of the sizeable tent he was pitching, reciprocating his caress.

"Shall I confirm it...?" asked Rukia, her voice low and husky, tinged with growing passion and intrigue. At 153 years old, she had plenty of time to consider how she would behave in such a situation, so after overcoming the initial hurdle of initiating intimacy, her curiosity swelled like a bubble from the pit of her stomach, permeating her chest.

"I certainly don't mind proactive women..." hummed Vahn, causing Rukia to nod and respond with a curt "Mmn...understood..." before shifting from the sofa to kneeling before him with her hands on his knees, parting them. From there, her unblinking gaze settled on his tent as she boldly exposed it to the air, affording her an unobstructed view of its borderline excessive length and girth.

Though her expression briefly blanked, Rukia exhibited little hesitation as she tentatively grasped Vahn's shaft with her left hand, adjusted its angle, and leaned forward to kiss its base with closed eyes. Then, while suckling and licking him, she began to move her hand up and down, demonstrating a surprising degree of control and confidence in her actions.

"If there's anything specific you would like me to do for you, please tell me..." said Rukia, raising her head and positioning Vahn's glans near her moistened lips, her warm breath tickling it as she met his gaze and stated, "If not, I will continue at my own pace..."

Without waiting for Vahn's response, Rukia leaned forward and extended her tongue, applying pressure to his frenulum and wagging it from side to side while observing his reactions. Then, with no apparent hesitation, she brought it into her small mouth, holding his gaze as she traced her tongue around his tip and stroked his shaft with her right hand.

"Yeah...you're extremely sexy..." reiterated Vahn, his expression a mix of incredulity and awed appreciation. He had fully expected Rukia to leave everything to him, but she was very clearly the type of woman who wore the pants in a relationship. In retrospect, he could have inferred this from how she kept Ichigo and, later, Renji under her heel, but it wasn't what he or anyone else would expect from simply looking at her.

"I assume that means I'm doing well..." hummed Rukia, her eyes narrowed into a genuinely seductive look as she fully extended her tongue and used it to apply pressure to the base of his glans with a tilted grin. In truth, she had been worried that Vahn would find her ministrations lacking, but after hearing his hushed, ostensibly sincere praise and glimpsing the awe in his expression, she felt emboldened.

"Very..." confirmed Vahn, again placing heavy emphasis on the word. That was evidently all Rukia needed to hear as, in response, her amethyst eyes narrowed, her smile broadening as she accommodated as much of him as she could before bobbing her head—starting slow but quickly building up speed as she got accustomed to the motion.

'Oh, yeah...Renji and Ichigo missed out...' concluded Vahn, his unblinking gaze focused on Rukia's as she dutifully and enthusiastically fellated him, her expression becoming increasingly seductive and her actions bold. She even attempted to deepthroat him near the end, but she couldn't find the right angle by the time he was prepared to release his first shot. She did, however, manage to swallow most of his semen before staring at him with an unrepentantly desirous look...

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"Do it...even if you have to force it inside..." panted Rukia, the rear profile of her slender and petite body on full display as she positioned herself on her elbows and knees with a thick pillow supporting her chest. Her thighs glistened, and faintly throbbing pussy visibly oozed with love juices after more than two hours of foreplay, so while his movements were controlled, Vahn didn't hesitate to line his swollen glans up with her narrow but eager entrance.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnngh—"

Though she was aware of the disparity in their sizes and had mentally prepared herself, Rukia still had to clench her teeth while doing her best not to tense her core muscles or squeeze her insides. Fortunately, though she wasn't aware of it, Vahn had adjusted his size to make it easier for her to accommodate, albeit like a small glove on a large hand. There was little to no wiggle room, but when she felt his hips meet with her bottom, Rukia felt a peculiar mix of relief and gratification that compelled her to exhale a faint, throaty chuckle before closing her eyes, entrusting her head to the pillow beneath her, and focusing on her breathing.

Having learned much about Rukia's character over the past two hours, Vahn didn't wait too long before he began moving his hips, holding the slender Shinigami's waist and gently grinding her insides. As he did so, she immediately adjusted her position to better brace against him before glancing back at him over her left shoulder, her purple eyes narrowed and glossy and an open-mouthed smile adorning her face as she exhaled from her diaphragm, producing husky, intensifying moans.

"We're still a ways away from that moment, but when it comes, where do you want it...?" questioned Vahn, his expression and tone smoldering as he gradually accelerated his pace, producing a distinctive, wet smacking sound as his hips met Rukia's small but well-shaped bottom.

"Where else...?" panted Rukia, biting her bottom lip and contracting her intravaginal walls as much as possible. She wasn't ready to be a mother but didn't fear the possibility. The Kuchiki Clan was currently without an heir since her brother, Byakuya, had no intention of taking a second wife after her sister. There were bound to be people who opposed it, but since she had been inducted into the Kuchiki Clan as an official member of the main branch, any children she sired were technically eligible to inherit the position if her brother adopted them...

Unaware of Rukia's wandering thoughts, Vahn eventually settled on a slow but forceful rhythm that sent visible ripples through her lithe body. She was significantly more resilient than he expected, so while he didn't go all out, he didn't restrain himself as they made love for the better part of four hours before recessing to eat a meal and continue binge-watching Bleach in the buff...

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