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Becoming the matriarch of your clan at such young age hasn’t been easy. The many things to attend, the rules, the enemies…
oh, the enemy…
tangled with your sheets one more night, one more time.
“I didn’t think you were to take that risk, Byakuya… you know too well you could wake up with my sword carved into your lungs one of these days” you murmur, while tracing a path upwards all through the line of his spine.
His pale skin reacts to your touch; the indentation of his spine in the middle of his back a beautiful place in which you wish you could die. Soft silk sheets covering right above the start of his glutes, his long black hair strands raining on his shoulders.
“Same way you could wake up with my sword about to slice your head…” Byakuya murmurs turning around to face you.
You scoff… “we are different, you see? I told you could wake up with a sword already carved in you, but you only named “about to” when it comes to me”.
Byakuya’s ears become red. Such showing of weakness coming from himself should be punished. But is it worth it? He is already sleeping with the enemy anyway.
The noble reaches for your hand, pulling you on top of his chest. You fall gracefully with your palms on his shoulders. You can’t help but felt driven by his skin scent, not that flowery like usual. The lingering smell of sex nests in the crook of his neck, calling you to sin once more before both have to go back to reality.
“Why is the forbidden such a delicious fruit? So juicy, so addictive?” you whisper, muzzled by the pristine white canvas that’s his skin.
Your questioning only rips a subtle scoff from his mouth, but quite a brute bite to your shoulder; “Who knows, but it definitely tastes like ambrosia”
Grunting you crawl on top of him; straddling your hips to his. Byakuya is again so hard and you so wet. You can feel the heat increasing as your cores are pressed into each other. Your nails carve their pass on his pecs, leaving reddish reactions on his skin.
Your enemy’s hips buck up. He is searching for a warmth he has learned to enjoy; a warmth he dies to experience those nights when both are separated. You moan in response, allowing your femininity to surround his shaft.
“Nghh…” Byakuya grunts, throwing his head back, showing you the tense muscles of his neck and the sharp mandible that could cut your skin. You bite your lips, there is no better sound, no better image that the one that his delighted self depicts.
His silky gentle hands search for your hands, soft fingers intertwining. Soft, but strong grip.
Move, move for me.
Let me bury in you…
O shaped mouths, lips getting dry. Both hastily breathing. It seems that what was meant to be to never be close, the closer it gets the more beautiful it is.
“I need to… can I…?” Byakuya asks, while his hips drill into you. Up and down, helping your back and forth motions.
“Is- isn’t it… the epitome of the forbidden, Byakuya Kuchiki? You want me yours; you want me completely yours?” you ask back, in between pants and lip biting.
Byakuya frowns in pure pleasure, because even if you are trying once again to become bitter, pleasure isn’t stopping and you either. And neither his hips are, and the upcoming orgasm that feels like a volcano that’s about to erupt.
“Please, just once…” he begs, making you shiver. His pleading deep blue eyes make you so weak.
You let your chest fall on top of him, allowing his hips to do all the work now. No more riding, just letting him ram countless times in and out of you. Your lips tightly press once against the other, and then breath robber kisses with tongues dancing and saliva mixing.
“Do it… fill me up, fill me up until you are absolutely satisfied, Kuchiki Byakuya” you purr, when your mouths separate for bare seconds.
He grunts, taking a big gasp of air, surrounding your body with his arms and pressing down the small of your back. He goes deeper, deeper than before. A hard thrust, a violent one. Your trembling muscles announcing your own pleasure peak and the way both breath each other’s moans.
Warm, overflowing. It feels like home, like breaking rules and like freedom. Womb so full, with clenching walls asking for more of that milky elixir of climax.
“I might have fallen in love with you…” you whisper right into his ear, still breathing hastily but in heaven still connected to feel those lagging throbs of his sex into yours.
Byakuya caresses your back up towards your nape with his whole palm. Gripping your hair after to pull slowly and yet so dominantly your head back. He wants to see your face that was hiding in the crook of his neck.
Your enemy smiles… Your sloppy eyelids, irritated lips apart, the blush on your cheeks drives him crazy…
“I-”
The hard nock on your door, and the entrance of men you don’t quite recognize bursting into your room.
“You are a disgrace for the clan, Matriarch (name)!” they scream.
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Two months before.
“Matriarch (Name), we have reports of the Kuchiki men wandering in our territory” your men announce, unable to look you in the eyes. They aren’t allowed.
You put down your brush. Those letters to your brother who has travel far away can wait. “Bring me one; I’ll interrogate him myself” you order.
Those who came to give information leave after bowing before you. Efficiently, and silently. No more than twenty minutes after and one of the Kuchiki clan’s men appear in front of you, with a bloody nose and perhaps some knocked out teeth.
You stand up, your royal clothes flowing with the wind your own presence creates. Hitting the table with your two hands, you make the prisoner of red hair jolt.
“Speak. Why were you wandering my lands? If your lord master isn’t able to follow the treat we’ve made I will attack offhandedly” you declare, looking at him from above, so contemptuously.
“I- we weren’t! We… we needed a special flower… you see, my master… he has fallen ill with the… Wheat disease!! We can’t find any of the flowers in our territory, I beg you please, help us!” the man kneels in front of you, prostrating after to plead for a cure.
You frown. Kuchiki Byakuya might be your enemy, but the Wheat disease is known to be mortal in a matter of days. And your clan, especially you, aren’t used to see your enemies fall because of illnesses but from your swords.
After meditating for a couple of seconds you reach for a conclusion. You are aware such decision could make your collaborators and your whole clan mad but once you decide something you aren’t coming back.
“I will help. Take me to your Lord Master and I will cure him” you pronounce, owning the gasps of your men and the prisoner’s cry to suddenly stop. “I have the antidote and the kido techniques to save his life. But you will have to take me to him, personally. That’s my deal”
The red-haired man grabs the distinctive around his arms and after a few seconds agree. He squeezes the Kuchiki emblem hard around his arm, but there is nothing he could do; Byakuya’s life comes first.
Despite knowing he will most probably end up being beheaded for bringing the head clan of their mortal enemies to the Kuchiki manor.
Soon your hand chair gets ready. It’s made of ebony and gold; red finest silks cover the sides, and you sit in there like the powerful matriarch you are. Luxury abound, if the Kuchiki are rich, the (Name of your Clan) are richer.
The sound of your army boots resound around the forest that both clans share, where no one is allowed to trespass the red line drawn on the floor because of an historical agreement Byakuya Kuchiki and you have made.
The deal still burns in the back of your mind. Noble houses spoke for about two weeks after the image of your hands shaking. Your clans have hated each other, being hostile and brawl for more than 300 years, yet, the hate met a truce by the hands of two young leaders.
The red-haired men whose name was known to be General Abarai, has been sent to the front line of your procession. He would be the one in charge of letting his comrades know about your presence there and your -honest?- reasons behind your deal breakage.
You play with your distinctive ring while you believe you are about to reach the limit traced in the forest. The Lycoris Radiata, the flower that represents your clan, made of ruby carves in your fingertip as you press your ring without noticing. You don’t want to accept the fact that you are more anxious than you should be.
The last time you saw Byakuya he had just recently assumed the leading position of his clan and there were no night you dreamed of those sharp eyes fixed on yours after the delicate yet strong handshake that set the truce.
You wonder if he looks miserable now; does he know his subordinate will come pleading for help to save his life to no other than his mortal enemy? The truce only meant the ceasefire of an eternal war in your backyards, but that didn’t mean the hate inherited by blood would stop existing at all.
“Hate… why our clans hate each other really?” you ask yourself, not being able to recall the exact reason behind such rivalry. Was because of lands? Was because of gold? Your father wasn’t ever allowed to tell you, neither did your mother. Not even your sensei.
Nobody ever knew the real root of such abhor.
The sudden stop of your chariot pulls you out of your own mind. You have arrived to the Kuchiki lands. Fields of Sakura trees in pure blossom, the everlasting crimson of your “Death Flowers” have ended to meet the pink representation of ephemeral springs that will soon be covered in pristine white snow.
The hand of your general reaches for yours to help you get off your chair. The scent of softness surrounds you, and it’s nothing like at home where the perfume of your flowers makes everyone dizzy.
You smirk pleased. There is something absolutely empowering about you putting your foot in those lands that you wish to enjoy as much as possible.
“What is she doing here?!” some soldiers whisper.
“Why is the Death Matriarch here?” some workers murmur.
You scoff… “Death Matriarch” they call you, just because of your red flower fields. If they only knew you are there to pull his master’s death from his own body with your “death flowers”.
Rukia Kuchiki, Byakuya’s sister arrives at the doors of their property. Small woman with great power. Of course, what else could you expect from a Kuchiki after all.
“Matriarch (Name), what are you doing here? Isn’t it a little bit low to come visit us when our leader is bedridden? I am well aware you aren’t a scavenger, and he isn’t dead” she says, with trembling voice but decided to protect his only family at all costs.
Your men quickly unsheathe their scimitars while hers wield their katanas at you.
You take your hand to your lips, letting a sophisticated but sarcastic giggle.
“Sheathe, my men. Don’t act hostile towards Miss Kuchiki, please. I have come in peace, brought by no other than General Abarai” you calmly tell her, because you have no intentions of fighting. At least, not until your opponent is placed on an equal footing. And Byakuya, right now, isn’t.
General Abarai immediately speaks up, grabbing Rukia’s hand in his. The attention derives from you to such display of confidence from a lower class one to the master’s sister.
“My lady, she is the only one able to cure Lord Master Kuchiki” he mumbles, trying to explain that bringing you there wasn’t just a mere whim.
You see that woman become weak when the calloused big hands of the general surround hers. A soft smile garnishes your face, there is no doubt -at least in front of your eyes- that both are completely in love with each other.
“Renji… my brother would prefer dying before letting her help him” she whispers in pain, letting for some moments to show how much this is hurting her.
“I will take full responsibility for such boldness… but I can’t let Lord Master Kuchiki die”
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The interior of the Kuchiki manor looks as clean as you could imagine.
Even if Byakuya himself offered his house to seal the truce six years ago, you blatantly deny it. Instead, you ended up doing it right in the forest, casting both the divisor line with kido. A line that have intrigued many cultivators and monks… because it wasn’t white as it was supposed to be, but it was crimson, like a trail of blood spilled on the ground after someone’s carotids had been slashed open.
“Matriarch (Name), my brother is right in this room. You can ask me anything and we will bring it to you” Rukia says, still nervous.
You take a quick look through the door of the whitest room you have ever seen. Behind also white curtains of semi sheer silk the dark figure of a man lies on a futon.
A dark aura, however, contrasts with the ghostly atmosphere that surrounds him. It’s the mantle of death floating around him, like vultures awaiting for his inevitable end.
“Kuchiki Rukia, I believe you won’t be willing to see this. I promise you, in name of my whole clan that your brother will be back at being himself. But the returning path it’s gonna be painful to walk” you explain to her, in total honesty.
You see her eyes become watery, but, at the very least, a shine of hope still shines in them. She hums, closing her eyes and leaning towards General Abarai. Him, who hasn’t taken his eyes from her, receives her weakened body in his strong arms.
You smile kindly, and then enter into the room of who everybody knows as “your enemy”
Immediately the scent of camellias hits you; It makes you slightly dizzy, as if it was placed in there to protect him from unwanted visitors. “You are just as I remember, Byakuya… Always putting up invisible walls before anyone to protect yourself… even in your deathbed”
You are a few centimetres to see his status. Behind those semi see through curtains lays the man you should be trying to kill, not help.
As you pass through, the silk caresses your cheeks with the soft kiss of delicacy and your eyes discover Byakuya’s indeed miserable body. He is completely naked, barely covered by linoleum sheets from his neck down as the current protocol indicates when treating patients with the Wheat Disease. You can only imagine what’s beneath such coverings.
Byakuya is completely damped in sweat, shivering so slightly. His fists are clenched, his eyes tightly shut. Mandible clenched, and neck muscles tensed.
You kneel on the side of his bed; you are aware that touching his chest, his arms or anywhere where the spots have appeared could potentially infect you with such disease.
“Lord Master Kuchiki, I’m Matriarch (Name). I haven’t come here in order to hurt you, I am here to save you” you inform him, whether he is able to hear you or not, it doesn’t really matter.
You inspect him closer. There is a certain vibe that indicates this isn’t a disease, it feels more as if someone had coursed his body. In any case, you should check.
You take some air and place your hands over his body. One at his head level, the other at his solar plexus. Creating crimson light, you encourage anything that could have crawled inside his body to awaken in your presence.
“Show yourself if you are there, evil spirit!” you hex.
You can see the veins of his neck popping out, his shoulders cracking. Your heart beats faster, you weren’t wrong; Byakuya Kuchiki had been cursed.
Waiting, anxiety creeps in your bones. You know you are strong, but you don’t know how strong that entity might be. If it will use Byakuya’s power, you don’t that either. Because you know the man laying there is as powerful as you, and perhaps, even more than you.
“Are you shy, disgrace of Diyu? Or are you scared of me?!” you course the demon for playing with your time; not even a ghost has the right to disrespect you.
Byakuya suddenly opens his eyes. That deep blue he used to have has turned in two black orbs, pure darkness within a deepest sea of red capillaries around.
“You useless bitch!” he screams, suddenly jumping on you. You end up pinned against the floor with his hands around your neck. He squeezes hard, so strongly you can barely pass a single molecule of oxygen through your trachea.
The linoleum sheets had fallen, and his perfect naked body shows more than what you could have wished to see. In any case, the white spots of the Wheat disease aren’t there, but now the marks of claws carved on his skin are.
“Byakuya, come back!” you plead with difficulty as he keeps strangling you with the smirk of a demon, hitting your head against the floor. “Byakuya come back, win the war against the evil!” you declare, using your index and middle finger pressed against his heart. You exude enough spiritual pressure to kill the strongest of demons and as you do the entity disappears.
The possessed muscles of your “enemy” soon lose tone, and he falls back. Quickly, you manage to avoid his body hitting the floor, grabbing him in your embrace. You pant, still trying to reach for fresh air, looking at the now peaceful countenance of an unconscious Byakuya.
“Who did this to you, Kuchiki?” you grunt, letting him to rest safely back into his bed. You have learned to ignore his nudity, but soon you remember is better if he gets covered by the sake of respect.
You proceed to cover him up, but even before that you think of curing those claw marks. You realized they have left a bowl of water with fresh towels, so, you stand up and pick them up.
Of course, a person like you shouldn’t be doing that for anyone, but you can’t help it. As if your hands were moving on your own you clean his wounds with extreme care, applying later the crumbled dried rests of the Spider Lily flowers you brought to cure the deep cuts.
Once you are finished, you finally take a look at yourself into a golden decorated mirror. Moving your hair away, you discover the indentations of his fingertips. They remain on each side of your neck, like the marks of possession.
“This secret must remain in between you and me, you brute” you mumble, grunting at the reflection of your bruised skin.
“Which secret, Death Matriarch?” a sloppy voice calls from behind. A shiver runs through your spine. You take your hand to your scimitar, ready to unsheathe. If that’s the demon, and it had fooled you into believing he had abandoned Byakuya’s body you will have to fight.
Suddenly and quickly, you turn around. But instead of discovering a ferocious entity, you only see Byakuya on the bed looking at you. He seems tired, but gladly the blue has returned to his beautiful eyes.
“Ugh… it’s just you” you breathe a sigh of relief. “No secret, this marks have been done by you. Well, by the curse inside you. You are free. I saved you” you state, a little too excited for what Byakuya is used to hear coming from you.
“You- you saved me? Who called you? Who let you in?! Why did you save me?!” he asks, displeased and feeling insulted. Byakuya tries to stand up from bed but fails miserably.
You immediately kneel by his side to help him. And you realize, again, this isn’t your usual you.
“I suggest you acting this way once you are recovered. You can fight to death with me once you are fully recuperated” you let the reasonable side of you take over. “Now that my job here is over, I’m leaving. I don’t wish to break the deal no more” you stand up and wave at him.
He remains silent. Absolutely dumbfounded as he watches you walk away. Yet right before you could open the door of his room he says something.
“Please, stay”
To be continued…