Fighting 'That Carzy Bish' (Lyra)

What a miserable creatures. The thought occurred to her as her grip tightened around some seated shinigami's neck; her nails like claws, digging into his larynx, disabling the female's ability to shout. She squirmed and flailed as Lyra continued to tightened her vise like grip, nails finally penetrating skin and drawing blood. Her free hand slowly inched along the crease of the helpless female's robe, moving its way up, until the fabric parted, forming the collar of the garment. Her hand quickly found its way underneath the fabric, touching the shinigami's delicate skin. This sent a shiver across the entire body of the female — Lyra's smile widened. The shinigami's skin was soft and delicate, having seen very little harm in the past. It was so pure and untainted, just the mere thought of devouring her flesh sent waves of ecstasy throughout the arrancar's body. Slowly, her hand moved down the center of her chest, brushing against her breast as it made its way towards her stomach, ripping open her uniform as it traveled lower and lower. She twisted he wrist, pointing her fingers downwards, and with a slight push, she slid two fingers underneath the girl's sash. This would send the shinigami's eyes darting toward Lyra, she managed a small gasp, and then closed her eyes. The girl was prepared to be humiliated by the arrancar, ready to be defiled by the hollows she had sworn to eradicate.

Lyra's reach stopped as almost her entire hand was beneath the girl's sash. She leaned in closer to the squirming girl, placing her lips beside her ear, "I want to hear you beg." Lyra turned her head, using her tongue to manipulate the shinigami's earlobes, bringing it within her lips as she nibbled, softly at first, and then a serious bite. It sent chills down the girl's spine. As the girl shivered, Lyra's lower hand tightened, fingers pointing inwards. Without warning, she shoved her hand firmly into the pelvis of the female, nails piercing skin, muscle, and fat as they were finally stopped by her reproductive organs. The girl tried to let out a pained cry, but Lyra's hand on her neck simply shifted up, covering the girl's mouth, muffing her skin tingling scream. The arrancar lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, dragging it from the centre of the girl's chest, up her neckline, and finally just beneath her chin. With a firm bite, her teeth gripped the girl's voice box, and ripped it out from under her skin. At the same moment, her other hand grasped the girl's innards and firmly jerked those out too. "You won't be needing those anymore." The shinigami, no longer having the strength to stand, fell to the ground. As she fell, Lyra's blood stained hands gripped her robe, unraveling it from the girl's lifeless body as it fell to the ground. Taking the robe in hand, the arrancar wrapped it around her naked body: it was getting chilly out, so she something to cover herself after breakfast!

Feeling somewhat satisfied by her meal, the woman stepped through her garganta, transporting her back to Hueco Mundo. For some unknown reason, her garganta seemed to have an affinity for the sands, as every time she's transported back, it was somewhere in or around that general area: it was an annoyance. The woman sighed, as she looked around the vast nothingness that was the sands, it was depressing, she hated the place. Her feet touched the warm grains as she exited completely from her transport. Usually, she would have just made her way home, but something interesting caught her attention today. Oh, what's this? The spiritual pressure was quite obviously that of a shinigami's. Did Soul Society deliver all the way to Hueco Mundo?! She didn't have to tip, did she?

The Primera stood her ground, awaiting the arrival of her next meal. Judging from the appearance, it looked as if this one might actually put up a fight? No matter, she enjoyed playing with her food. Lyra merely smiled, waiting in her stolen shinigami robes, she wondered what this new shinigami would say, seeing an arrancar dressed in their uniform — wolf in sheep's clothing? But, apparently the woman had already known it was Lyra who was waiting, that's no fun. "Come get you?" She managed a fake tone of surprise. "What kind of delivery service is that?! I hope you're not expecting a tip."

OOC: That's okay. My post wasn't particularly long either, just setting the mood. ^_~

Oh this one is a feisty! And so full of herself too. It just means that it'll be that much more satisfying when she breaks. She absolutely loved the arrogant ones, they were the most fun to break; they had the furthest to fall. And this one, building herself up so high, with such boastful words, oh yes, Lyra was going to enjoy this. For now, she'd play along with her little games, allowing the shinigami to climb higher and higher on her little pedestal, waiting for the right moment to make her world crumble around her, giving her a glimpse into what it was like to have everything taken away from you in a instant. She could hardly contain herself, the excitement was going to rip her seams!

"Well, this is your standard issue uniform, is it not?" Her condescending tone was well hidden within a sincere sounding question. "You should talk to your higher ups about something a bit more sexy. Latex, perhaps?" Lyra watched as the woman in front of her withdrew her weapon. Aren't we the hasty one? She watched as the shinigami's weapon changed shape — neat party trick. Then, her figured disappeared from in front of her eyes. Perhaps she was giving the Primera too little credit: was that shunpo supposed to catch her off guard? Lyra merely watched as the woman "quickly" closed the gap between them. By the time she had reached Lyra's side, she was ready and waiting. What would she do, greet her with her own zanpakuto? No, that'd be no fun at all. The arrancar was one for foreplay, and foreplay she shall have.

With an instant release of her spiritual mass, the woman covered her body with a thin, dense layer of reiatsu, focusing the majority of it over to the palm of the hand on the side she was being attacked. Though her hierro was nowhere near the strongest, it was more than enough to handle an attack of this calibre, especially if she was using it merely to gauge the arrancar's abilities. However, if she wanted a show, Lyra will give her one.

The distanced she needed to travel was trivial, the captain was nice enough to bring herself close. She pushed off her feet, moving her body back to avoid the pillar of flame that rushed toward her, watching it pass mere centimetres in front of her, feeling the scorching heat as it moved past her. With a burst of speed, the woman's figure disappeared for a split second, reappearing within reach of the captain, just as her zanpakuto was on the downward part of her swing. With her reiatsu covered hand, she reached up, intercepting the woman's zanpakuto, gripping it somewhat firmly, letting the shinigami know that Lyra was, in fact, in control. "You know, a little foreplay never hurt anybody." She used a fake tone of disappointment. As she spoke, the hand which held the shinigami's weapon shifted position, extending her index finger toward the woman's hand gripping the sword. Lyra did this all without drawing attention toward her actions, she continued to tease, "I little kiss here, a little nibble there, you know what a girl likes, don't you?" They were close enough that she didn't have to speak very loudly. And then, as what little energy she required was gathered, a bala erupted from her finger, traveling quite rapidly toward the shinigami's hand. Given the distance, and Lyra's little distractions, it could prove to be quite difficult for the woman to escape unscathed.

"You'll have your way with me?" She grinned, "Is that a threat, or a promise?"

OOC: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

She wasn't just quick on her feet this one, no, the Primera was also quick to notice the little things, like the way the captain blushed, and the way she broke eye contact. Sure, she could fake all she wanted, but she was trying to deceive the master of deceivers and was sure to fail. Was she embarrassed about kissing and foreplay with an arrancar? Perhaps the shinigami had some odd fetish involving hollows? Regardless, she made the mistake of giving Lyra something to peck at; she'll peck until the woman breaks. She felt the pull of the captain's weapon as it was yanked out of her hand, had it not been for hierro, she would have suffered quite a nasty cut, but the condensed spiritual mass meant that it merely left a thin red mark where the blade had rubbed along her palm. Before she could assess the damage done to her perfect skin, the captain was gone once again, this time moving faster than previously. Perhaps she was beginning to take it seriously? Regardless, the after images were a cute trick, but not nearly enough to pull the wool over her eyes.

Without turning, the woman reversed her grip on her own zanpakuto, palming the scabbard of the weapon where it met the guard, wrapping her index over it, preventing the blade from exiting the sheath due to gravity. With a flick of her wrist, she parried the first two strikes from behind. As for the third, the woman shifted both feet, turning on the spot to face the captain. With one fluid movement, she brought her still sheathed zanpakuto down, deflecting the captain's last strike downward towards the ground. Before she was able to make a counter attack, the shinigami was gone once again, though, she would probably catch a glimpse of the Primera's ever growing smile before she distanced herself.

What was she so happy about? Oh, that's a secret she wasn't going to reveal just yet, but her wicked grin merely widened as Canaan spoke. "Oh, sweet heart, I'm already enjoying our time together." She moaned, trying to tease out a reaction from the captain. Though she knew fully where the captain was, she made no effort to face her as she spoke. With all this shunpoing, it would seem that the captain was uncomfortable being too up close? Well, you know what that means don't you?

As the blue lighting rushed toward her, the woman strengthened her hierro once again, this time on the back of her hand. She pushed off her back foot and headed toward the bolt of energy, and consequently, the captain. As she was about to collide with the attack, she merely swung her hand, batting the attack away: a low level hado, with no incantation? She wasn't expecting something like that to work, was she? As the bolt's trajectory was altered, the arrancar's figure disappeared with the help of her own sonido. The woman's figure reappeared toe to toe with the captain, leaving almost zero room between them. Her lips were centimetres away from the shinigami's, her amethyst eyes locked with the captan's. "Take them off?" Her free hand slowly crawled up the captain's chest; as it got to her collar, she would slide her index finger underneath, tugging slightly at her uniform. "I prefer to rip." Her voice was soft, there was no need to speak any louder than a whisper. Due to their proximity, the captain was sure to feel her breath on her lips as the arrancar spoke, perhaps even occasionally touching lips.

As she continued teasing the captain, the Primera brought her still sheathed zanpakuto back, pointing the tip of the scabbard at the captain's abdomen. "Oh, you needn't worry about my name hon." With a swift motion, she thrust her weapon forward, aiming for the woman's solar plexus. As the weapon approached, the woman gave the captain a playful smile, " You'll be screaming it soon enough."

The way the captain squirmed pleased Lyra to no ends; she couldn't have asked for a better response. Did the shinigami think that she wouldn't notice? Oh, quite the opposite. The arrancar noticed every little detail in the woman's reaction to her. They way she trembled and shuttered as her fingers pressed lightly on her skin, how the blood almost instantly rushed to her cheeks as she snuck a finger past her collar. Did she think that a mere layer of fabric was able to hide her body from prying eyes? Oh, quite the contrary. In fact now that she's seen the captain's reaction, she may just take her up on that offer, of course, her garments were going to come off Lyra's way: in tattered pieces, perhaps stained with blood. At the very least this one would put up some resistance as opposed to the shinigami she had stolen her robes off of.

As the captain pushed herself away to safety, Lyra's finger quickly tightened, gripping the fabric around the woman's neck. The force proved too much for the fibres of her collar, and as the two parted, the arrancar took a rather long piece of fabric with her, elongating the captain's neckline all the way past her chest and down about half way past her stomach.

The pillar of flame erupted almost too quick for her to retract her arm, had it not been for her hierro, perhaps she would have suffered severe burns. Was the captain finally beginning to get serious? Thankfully, she was able to avoid the large pillar of flames by twisting on her off foot, before releasing a quick burst of reiatsu, allowing her faster than sound travel. The arrancar's body disappeared, anticipating that the captain was expecting her to back away, she did the exact opposite. Sliding narrowly beside the huge eruption of fire, she shifted toward the captain, getting past her, and reappearing behind the woman. Along the way, the woman ripped off her left sleeve, allowing it to fall beside the pillar, creating some what of an illusion of her being where she was not.

Her little ploy had apparently worked, as the captain started the incantation, followed by the release of a rather high level technique. The captain was quick to follow up, but in her haste must have mistaken the burning piece of fabric for the Primera, though, it must have not completely fooled her, as her strike still made it relatively close to her. Being hit by the outskirts of the blast was nowhere near as bad as being in the direct centre of it, but Lyra could still feel the heat from the blast singeing her skin and hair.

The captain was apparently not allowing Lyra even a moment of rest, as directly after she had launched her energy attack, the woman dove straight at her in a series of sword strikes and punches. Each one of her sword strikes were met with her own sheathed zanpakuto, each time there was contact, the distinct sound of metal against wood resonated through their surroundings. The first kick would come at her from the left side. Lyra raised her clenched fist, bringing it downward harshly on the woman's shin, forcing that foot to the ground as the back of her knuckles connected with her flesh and bone: the woman's kick would scrape Lyra's left thigh on the way down, but for much less harm than if her attack had connected head on. It was at this point, the Primera shifted her stance, bringing the right side of her body close to the captain. As the second kick approached, the woman went up on her toes, building up what momentum she could. Using her newly established proximity, the woman swiftly brought down her elbow atop the incoming kick, connecting with the captain's thigh, aiming to bruise her quadriceps in hopes of disabling some of her movement. This natural downward movement was low enough to bring the woman's body below the height of the captain's punch: with a tilt her her neck downwards, the strike passed just barely overhead.

Upon recovering to her upright position, the Primera noticed the capstan's spinning kick. Due to the blow she was able to land on the captain's thigh, the shinigami's strike lacked the precision that was perhaps intended. The result was a slight opening — Lyra was great at slipping into slight openings. Straightening out her legs once more, the arrancar raised her left hand to her head level, palm facing outward. Timing was crucial, and as such, she slowed her rising up ever so slightly to sync up with the captain's attack. A loud clap of flesh meeting flesh was produced as the shinigami's lower tibia met with the woman's palm. The sheer force of the kick was able to send the arrancar's hand back, managing to stop mere centimetres away from the woman's face.

She tightened her grip, disallowing the shinigami from retracting her leg for the time being. They were once again face to face, the space between them being nonexistent. In an attempt to see how flexible the captain was, the arrancar shifted her grip to the other side of her leg, and placed the woman's ankle upon her left shoulder, leaning closer to the woman, stretching her legs further apart. Once more, their lips were millimetres apart, she could feel her slightly accelerated breathing — as could the captain hers. Lyra's tongue protruded from behind her lips, brushing over the captain's every so briefly before running the entire length of her own amethyst ones, bringing fresh saliva into ever nook and cranny of her semi-parted lips: they formed the same wicked grin as they always have.

Eyeing the newly created slit in the captain's top, the arrancar whispered, "Now, that's better, isn't it?" As she spoke, the woman finally decided to withdraw her zanpakuto. As the scabbard fell to sands beside her, the darkened charcoal blade exited its home. Slowly, she pointed the blade up, bringing it gently over top the captain's stomach, between her breasts and up to her neck. All the while, her grip on the woman's ankle tightened, discouraging any unwanted movement from the captain. "I told you I'd rip them off, didn't I?" Her zanpakuto slowly extended the cut she on the captain's garment she had previously made, separating the piece of fabric straight down the middle. In an instant, she brought the tip back up to the shinigami's neck.

Energy was being gathered at her fingertips during this confrontation, perhaps the captain would feel a slight tingle, but Canaan would be much more distracted by their (almost) kiss, no? As soon as enough reiatsu was built up, the woman shifted her hand, moving it gently up the captain's leg. About half way to her knees, the woman let loose her bala, aiming to blast the captain's leg off completely. Unlike regular balas, which penetrate their target, this one was designed to explode upon impact. Surely at a range like this it would cause the captain some harm. Either way though, she continued to tease the captain.

As the blast of energy was fired at the captain, the arrancar simultaneously thrust her zanpakuto forward along the shinigami's neck, attempting to pierce through her jaw and up into her skull. "Tell me exactly where I should stick it in."

OOC: Play it how ever you see fit. I don't really mind. Also, quit running away! T_T Am I going to have to ress to make this bish stay still?! You won't enjoy it if I do.

It was painfully obvious that the captain was getting riled up. Despite her desperate (but hugely adorable) attempts to act unfazed, the only one she was fooling was herself. The captain was a goldfish swimming in the sea with a shark, sooner or later, she'll be eaten alive. But Lyra had no objections to the captain wasting her strength. She was welcome to try and flee Lyra's grasp as much as she liked, but in the end, the arrancar's going to peck and peck at her, until she'd eventual break down and beg, or better yet, scream.

"I think you're looking sexier already." She laughed, regarding the woman's comment on her newly modified uniform. Lyra merely stood and watched as the beams of light approached her, she was tired of playing cat and mouse with her, perhaps if she allowed some of her ranged techniques to connect, she'd get some up close and personal time with the captain. She could feel her muscles tighten as the binding spell rendered her immobilised. The only thing she could do was strengthen her hierro. The diagonal strike came down up on her and impacted the arrancar's armour of condensed spiritual mass. It was able to hold up for the first few seconds, but as the force built up, the captain's flaming zanpakuto was able to penetrate her tough hide, slicing through her once pristine flesh. As the blade pierced her skin, the heat cauterized the wound almost immediately, searing her flesh shut, sealing the nerves and blood vessels. The arrancar let out a loud audible moan, filled with a sick and twisted pleasure as the blade exited her torso, leaving a large scab of charred flesh down her chest. The once perfect robe she had stolen from the now deceased shinigami had definitely seen better days, as the bottom left portion was barely hanging together by a thread.

The arrancar's smile merely grew wider as she finally broke free of the captain's spell. With what little time she had before the captain's next strike, she ripped the burnt portion of her clothes off, leaving the right side of her torso almost completely exposed, the piece of fabric covering her chest was barely held in place by the weight of the overlapping portion of the uniform on the left. She didn't need to turn to realize where the captain, and her next strike, was. With a swift kick, she shifted herself back, watching as the hado passed overhead and landing a few metres in front of her.

Using only experience and timing, she predicted the captain's next series of strikes. Without turning, the arrancar used the smoke cover the captain had created to slip through her barrage of attacks. The heat and glow of her flaming blade was enough to give away the captain's position within the dust, not to mention her already dulling movements due to the injuries sustained from earlier. Although they were slight, the arrancar was able to pick up on the little details.

As the dust settled, Lyra carefully placed herself behind the captain: a rather large surge of reiatsu was emitted, and with that her figure disappeared. Unlike her previous sonido though, this one was quite noticeably faster, her appearance preceding the mini sonic boom created — she had moved faster than the speed of sound. Just to keep the captain on her feet, she allowed the captain to feel her breathe on the nape of her neck before another surge of spiritual power carried her all the way around to the front of the captain once more.

"Oh sweetie, you're making me so hot." The wicked smile she wore never once left her lip as she continually pushed herself forward, her zanpakuto readied to deter any silly ideas the captain may have. The woman was so close now that her newly formed scab would begin to rub against the shinigami's chest, moving it in a way that their skins touched through the slit she had cut in the woman's clothes. "Do you want to feel how hot you're making me?" She whispered, locking eyes with the woman, once again bringing their lips within millimetres of each other. She deliberately quickened her breath, teasing the captain with hushed moans, moving her chest up and down rhythmically, making sure the captain could feel every contraction of her diaphragm.

As much as she was enjoying this, the arrancar was however, getting quite tired of the way she insisted on putting distance between them. Wasn't this what the captain had wanted? Their naked bodies rubbing together? She was sure it was. Utilizing her little distractions once again, the woman manoeuvred her zapkauto behind the captain; the tip of her blade hovering just above her spine: hovering, but not touching. Now, unless she had eyes on the back of her head, there would be very little chance she'd notice. The woman's smile widened. "Please, enlighten me on how you would pleasure your partner." Her left hand, still covered in her condensed reiatsu, hovered slightly above the woman's sword carrying hand, poised and ready to stop her from making the mistake of an attempted sword strike.

The stage was now set. Move back, and the shinigami would be impaled by her bloodthirsty blade. With barely an inch between their hands, there would be no room to swing her zanpakuto for a sword strike. The captain's free hand was wrapped up in between their bodies and her sword arm which reached around, and was poised to strike at any moment. The only thing left was for the captain to make a move which would undoubtedly lead to her demise. But Lyra was much too impatient for that: she'd rather light the fuse. Eyeing the bloody cut she had made earlier on he shinigami's neck, the woman had to make one final comment: "How about you give me a little taste?" With that, the woman revealed her fangs, opening her mouth wide and launched her jaws at the captain's neck.

Ready to scream yet?

The Primera smiled as her fangs penetrated the captain's neck, forcing blood to quickly enter her mouth. The liquid reached her tongue mere seconds after coating her lips; the sweet metallic taste sent waves of ecstasy throughout her entire body. As the captain pushed herself away, the woman would be stepping right into the blade of her katana. Lyra watched as her charcoal blade entered her body, ripping through her uniform. The woman smiled, quickly searching for the captains location: the captain had almost fooled her, but the lack of blood from the wound she was inflicted gave the woman away.

If she had tried to escape, the captain wasn't doing a very good job: appearing merely a few metres in front of her wouldn't give her any tactical advantage. Lyra merely watched as she treated the wound on her neck. "Do I make you hot?" She laughed patronizingly, as the captain screamed in pain, burning close her nerves and blood vessels to stop further leakage. "Oh hon, I'm not seeking your 'permanent demise', no." Her voice was bursting with feigned innocence. "What I want is you. You're absolutely adorable!" She brought her hand up to her chin, her index finger placed just to the corner of her lips, playing with the sanguine liquid that just recently stained them. "I want that cute little body of yours, I want to play with it; run my lips across it. I you in all your entirety." Her tone was sincerely ecstatic, speaking of such things was getting her all riled up. " I want you to beg me. Beg me to put it inside you." She brought her zanpakuto up to her lips now, licking the blade rather suggestively.

The captain appeared beside her, and with a quick slash of her zanpakuto sent another pillar of flame toward the arrancar. This time, she didn't make an effort to avoid the flames. She simply tightened her grip on her weapon, crushing it within her fist. As the blade turned to ash, a large shock wave of reiatsu burst out with Lyra as the epicentre. For an instant, the woman lost her human form in exchange for a towering black beast, shredding what little clothing she had left. As quickly as it appeared, the woman forced all the beast's spiritual mass into its tails, restoring her human form once more. With a dark flicker, the woman disappeared, removing herself form the path of the flames.

She wasted no time rushing to the shinigami's location, ignoring the woman's attempt at an incantation. The two bolts of lightning darted at her, but instead of side stepping, she merely took the full brunt of the attack. Her thickened layer hide helped prevent the more devastating effects of her attack, but the energy blasts managed to pierce through and blast away a decent chunk of her mid section, causing the woman to bleed from her side. The pain merely widened the woman's smile and before the captain could make it all the way upright once again, the arrancar was above her.

In an instant, one of her tails produced from within its fur a katana, and quickly stuck the blade in front of the captain's right shoulder, pointing the blade toward the woman's body. Another one came above her left, followed by one on either side. The Primera knelt behind the captain, letting her reiatsu flare to alert the woman of her location. She pressed her bare hips against the captain's rear, blood from her side trickling down, staining the captain's clothing. She leaned forward, pressing her abdomen on captain's back, brining her lips to just about the middle. She produced her tongue, running it up the shinigami's back until her chest was pressed firmly on the captain's back, her skin rubbing the light bit of moisture.

Her lips were now at the nape of the female captain's neck; she breathed heavily, allowing the woman to feel her warmth. The wound she had sustained dripped blood down her side and onto the woman's back. Two more tails began to move, placing themselves between the captain's legs, slowly nudging them apart. As they moved forward, the tails produced their blades, one pointed at the woman's stomach, and one pointed at her left thigh. Gently, the arrancar's hands moved up the captain's thighs, sliding up her curves, until they found their place at her sides, just below her chest. She curled her fingers inwards, nails digging into her skin.

"Will you still let me put it in you?" She whispered, slowly moving her hips forward as she spoke. Her lips inched closer to the captain's neck until they were touching, and slowly, she opened them allowing just the tip of her tongue to escape: slowly, she drew small circles with the point, moistening up the area, preparing the shinigami's tender skin for her fangs. "I promise I'll be gentle."