Rukia
You want to know the what and why of what I do hmm? *The stunning redhead laughs her lilting little laugh and shakes her head, causing her loose curls to bounce over the swell of her large breasts. Her glittering green eyes then catch yours as she flashes her winning smile at you.* Then perhaps, I should start at the beginning, love.
My mother says I was a miracle from the very start. A blessing from the light. My parents had tried and failed for a long time before I was conceived, and never conceived again after me. My parents aren’t even religious people, I suppose that’s why I’m not either.
*She laughs her lilting laugh* Imagine, a baby radiating light born to a couple of wealthy merchants with no prior experience with such things. *She waves her hand dismissively.* My parents have good hearts, they saw potential in me right away. They sought out a very special kind of nanny for me, one that became my mentor. Anya tried to keep me in line, keep me from running up to the trading post without supervision. But my parents had always valued my freedom above everything except my education, and I was a free bird.
From the moment I started to develop I know that the men watched me, and she saw it too. I learned to flirt pretty early, even as a child I knew I could go up and get candy off the meanest trader if I wanted to.
But pleading eyes, batting of eyelashes, sweet little pleases, and an occasional sit in a lap was all it had taken, all it had been until well after my eighteenth birthday. I think by that time, even though men openly watched me, and tried to ply me with gifts, they were afraid of what my parents or Anya would do to them if they really tried to touch me. Not that I couldn’t fend for myself. *She smirks and winks at you.* Anya prided herself on training for invisible strength. “Never let the enemy see your hand Rukia.” She told me “Keep your strengths to yourself until the time comes to use it, it will give you the upper hand.” Lucky for me that means I can easily play the weak damsel.
Things happen at a trading post where rare goods dealers meet. It was usually high class, respectable, but sometimes… Sometimes greed would get the better of people. There was an older couple that lived up on the mountains, that would come down once a month for a rare potion. I am not sure what it was, but I know it was extremely important for the ongoing health of the woman. It was rare, smuggled in from horde territory, only a bottle or two at a time. This time, before it could be purchased by the couple, Bucky bought it. It was a fair trade, and he had every right to purchase it…. But his intent was to sell it to the couple for more than they could ever afford.
I overheard the man telling his wife he would simply kill Bucky for it, and that thought chilled me. The only option they saw was kill or be killed. I just… I couldn’t let that happen, and promised to take care of it myself. Bucky was always leering at the girls, not just me. Anya had warned me before to stay away from him. “I don’t like the way he looks at you, Rukia!” But still, there I was, walking towards his room with a sack of coins. Knocking on his door.
I still remember the way he ripped open the door, still wet and naked from his bath. * she chuckles * My shock must have been apparent on my face. Still, I did my best to hide it as I clutched that sack of coins to my chest. “You have something I want.” I said. Poor choice of words perhaps, because he responded with. “Well, dear Rukia, you have something -I- want”, and pulled me into the room.
I ended up sucking my first dick that night. *She shakes her head, but smiles.* I have always had a lot of empathy when healing, I can feel the pain, the pressure, the discomfort of the ailment. Anya had taught me ways to distract myself from the pain, saying my discomfort was worth it to save another. And she was right, she always is.
He didn’t force me, if that is what you are thinking. No, just sat back with lustful eyes, knowing I wouldn’t let this go. And so I did it. I took him fully in my mouth, and pressed my tongue up against him. I had no idea what I was doing but… I could feel it. His pulse, the rush, his breath. Every little move I made that increased his excitement. I very quickly figured out just how he liked me to flick my tongue against him, how much it drove him crazy to feel himself in the tightness of my throat. It was blissful, knowing what I was doing to him, feeling his pleasure instead of pain. It was easy to get lost in it, pleasuring him so with my mouth, listening to his body, and his sounds of pleasure. And then… right before he came in my mouth, he told me something. There were twenty more bottles in the basement. Had been there all along. I left his room with that potion pressed to my chest, a smile on my face, and the taste of him on my lips. I didn’t feel used at all. I felt triumphant.
I saved at least twenty one months of a life that night, and realized I had done it while bringing pleasure, when the other option was pain, or death. I could have been in his room agonizing over a knife wound to his back. But I wasn’t. I was bringing him to orgasm, feeling his ecstasy. The next almost 2 years of a life were secured, at the cost of 10 minutes of pleasure.
I spent a lot of time learning how to give pleasure, learning the subtle ways to draw information out of people in the heat of the moment. The pleasure I draw from it is two fold: the actual pleasure involved, mostly through feeling the excitement of my partner; and the pleasure of knowing that I am keeping them, or someone else from a far worse fate. Sometimes I don’t do it for the job. Sometimes I just crave that rush of making someone else feel good. Sometimes.. Sometimes I am completely surprised by a lover that gives pleasure as well as taking it. It has been rare. Usually I am seducing with a goal in mind, playing to my partners likes and needs, being who they want me to be. Submissive, dominant, coy, playful, scared and weak. I have done it all.
And I have gained a lot of contacts, saved a lot of lives. Some… some of them people that are very close to me.
I have been working the intelligence game for over 5 years now. Saving lives on both sides of the war. I can’t share the information gathered this way, or the identities of my contacts… But I would be more than happy to share with you my stories.
(This will be ongoing, as standalone stories of Rukia’s sexual encounters. This character is pretty well no holds barred, and I will gladly take requests or suggestions for scenes with her. This is merely a bit of a look into her back story to get the ball rolling. I plan to write from her view for the most part, and in much more explicit detail. This is a fantasy setting.)
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