#cien granz

Or…two monsters fucking? 🤣 This is what I was really imagining going on in SAFWY.

Full version here~

(It’s suggestive at best, but I’m not taking chances this time around. 😑 Tumblr takes liberties with their sexually “explicit” policy the way I take artistic liberties with Cien’s wings! 😒)

46. “Do you know what happens when you misbehave?”

On his back, he’s forced to look at you. Either that, or close his eyes and turn away— and that would be far too close to admitting defeat. You know how stubborn he is, of course, so the bullying insistence to take him like this has to be intentional. Cien hates that he lets you get away with it. 

This time, you don’t bother with preparation. With an Arrancar’s pain tolerance and durability, there’s no fear of causing damage. You can be as rough with him as you please, far more so than a human lover would allow.

The blunt head of your cock briefly taps his upper cunt. It’s half a tease and half a threat, when he knows what’s coming next. His body clenches, internal muscles fluttering in anticipation of the near-painful stretch. But instead of shoving in, you just keep staring, gaze fixed on his face like you’re watching for the slightest sign of how badly he wants it. 

“Hurry up!” Cien hisses, jabbing his knee into your side. 

“Impatient, are we?” you retort with a smirk. “That’s not a polite way to ask for something; try again, sweetheart. I know you can do better.”

Mockery. Cien starts to snarl a response, but you shift forward, pushing your cock the first half-inch or so into him, and the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain makes his barely started words cut off into a yelp. 

Your expectant stare sends humiliation prickling up his spine. You fully expect him to submit, to roll over and beg just because you won’t fuck him until he does. In a moment of furious impulse, Cien tries to twist out from under you— if he can switch your positions, put you on your back instead, he can take what he wants without giving in to the command to plead. 

It doesn’t work. As if expecting him to struggle, you have two fingers around his clit the moment he starts to move— then pinch. 

“Do you know what happens when you misbehave?” you ask while Cien is still breathless with shock. The slightest shift, applying more pressure, and his voice returns in the form of a gasping, broken wail. 

His body locks up under the onslaught of sensation, uselessly trying to arch away— and that’s when you decide to split him open on your cock, as deep as it’ll fit, all in one rough shove. It’s too dry, too tight, hurts as badly as being impaled with a blade, but his lower cunt still aches enviously in response to the fullness above. Cien whines incoherently, too stunned by the pain to manage anything else. Mercifully, you allow him time to adjust.