Gateway 51: Interlude

My turning of the page in the book I was reading was the only sound in the darkened library.

It was the first day after the Captain Commander gave us restricted access to the Kido Corps library, and I was making the most of it.

Jushiro and Shunsui were passed out on a conjured couch while I used my night vision to let them sleep without the glare of lamps in their faces.

What little access I had was already a marvel, and if I didn’t have more pressing concerns, I’d be going insane over the information I gleaned from flipping through the books. As it stood, I’d bother with it after I had my situation fixed.

Our access was mostly restricted to matters of the Soul and how it might relate to others outside of standard Kido. Jushiro said he had a hunch on a way to deal with it after I told him that Luna could see ghosts naturally. I didn’t know what he meant, but Shunsui looked resigned at hearing it.

I flipped another page and kept reading, enjoying the peaceful night while feeling Luna’s heartbeat, when something weird happened.

Luna’s heart beat stronger.

Not in sound or speed, but strength.

I could feel it all throughout my body, as if her heartbeat were my own.

‘Alex,’ I heard the voice of my Zapakuto spirit's old form, the Librarian, as I called him, in my mind. ‘We have a problem.’

‘What do you mean, problem!?’ I replied in alarm. He had assured me he had everything under control!

‘Something weird is happening,’ he said, and he sounded just as concerned as I felt. ‘You need to come here, I might need your help.’

I jumped out of my chair, Zanpakuto already in hand, as I quickly woke up the sleeping Captains.

“Yo! Something’s happening with the connection, I’m going to my inner world to check out!” I said, sitting on the ground.

“Wha-” I heard Shunsui start to ask, but my consciousness was already falling into my inner world.

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I opened my eyes to see the Librarian facing the back door in my soul. He had half a dozen books orbiting around him, all open with their pages turning every time he looked at them. In front of him, the door was glowing. But differently from last time, the glow was light pink instead of gold.

“What’s going on!?” I exclaimed, rushing to his side and focusing on the door, trying to feel something that might explain his panic.

What I got was much more than I bargained for.

I thought I’d get a hint, maybe even a direction to figure out what was going on.

What I hadn’t expected was to be assaulted by feelings of lust and love so strong that it almost blew me away.

I could feel myself flushing as I looked at the Librarian, and I finally noticed the sweat on his brow and the redness on his ears as he desperately tried to find a solution to our current predicament.

“What the hell!?” I exclaimed, trying to put all of my confusion in my voice even as I did everything in my power to control my rising lust.

“S-She’s feeling too strongly!” He hissed, Runic arrays blooming into being and dissolving just as quickly in front of him. “I-If this keeps going, she’s going to break through!”

“And what does that mean?” I asked, casting a sealing Bakudo on the door, only to dispel it when it had no effect.

“I don’t know if the door would ever be able to be closed again!” He screamed as more books joined his orbit. “If I can’t, she’d have to be in a constant state of heightened emotions until she became strong enough not to be instantly consumed by you!”

“Fuck,” I muttered, staring at the glowing door for a moment before coming to a decision.

I pushed the Librarian aside, resting my hand on the door and channeling my thoughts to it.

“What are you doing!?” He exclaimed in panic.

“Your ideas weren’t working,” I said calmly. “Now it’s my turn.”

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Luna

Luna enjoyed her dinner with her friends from Beauxbatons, talking and laughing as the meal went by, excitement thrumming under her skin for the invitation she’d received from Fleur earlier in the day.

She could tell the others felt the same, going as a group to the Beauxbatons’ bath would be a novel experience for them too, seeing as Madame Maxine only allowed them to go because Fleur convinced her it was related to the Tournament.

Now her only problem was convincing Professor Snape to let her skip her training to go with them. Something that shouldn’t be too hard, considering her progress.

As the dinner finished, she went to get her things and then moved to their usual classroom.

Opening the door, she quickly jumped inside, spells flying out of her wand as she did everything in her power not to be hit by the barrage the Professor was sending her way.

She almost came out unscathed, almost. The pain in her ankle and thigh signaling her failed entrance. She didn’t stop casting. Conjured ropes, icy ground, fire, water, and any other spell she knew were sent in the Professor’s direction.

None of them hit. The ropes were banished, the ice on the ground melted, the fire was rendered heatless, the water sent back at her, and the other spells either deflected or countered. She didn’t let that dim her spirit. That was the point of the lesson: to think of a strategy to land a hit without getting hit herself.

And her progress was obvious. When she started, she couldn’t get in without being hit, and every hit was enough to stall her. The spells might have been only Stinging hexes, but the Professor knew how to make them hurt just above her resistance threshold. Now? He didn’t bother. She’d learned that lesson already.

With an extra flick of his wand, the spar stopped. Her wand flying into his waiting hand.

“Good plan,” he nodded at her panting form. “Jumping inside while on the attack was an inspired strategy, but you failed to account your opponent being ready to cast the moment you touched the door. Today, we’ll go over breaching tactics and avenues. Let’s see what you do with that, shall we?”

“Uh, sir? Could we postpone today's lesson for another day?” She asked, somewhat contrite at leaving it to the last minute.

Professor Snape paused, staring at her for a moment before asking, “And why would you need to postpone today’s lesson?”

It was a fair question. Ever since he started training her, she’d never missed it. Actually, he was the one who had to cancel when his other duties got in the way.

“I was invited to the Beauxbatons bath by Fleur,” she started to explain when he raised a hand to stop her.

“I don’t need to know more,” he said, handing her wand back. “Go, have fun with your friends. But be ready! I expect a better strategy from you at the next lesson.”

“Thank you, sir!” She smiled at him before running out of the classroom.

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Luna woke up in the middle of the night with a gasp, images of her dream still swimming in her mind as she reoriented herself.

She had fallen asleep just as her head hit the pillow, the bath having left her too relaxed for anything else.

But the dream reminded her of the bath, of what she saw, of what she heard.

The bodies of the French girls were works of art. Each with their own charm and allure, something she didn’t know she would find appealing, but she did.

From Madelaine’s long curls that perfectly framed her cute face and perky breasts to Anjelique’s modest chest and shapely behind. Sabine's muscled form exuding tomboyish charm, and Diane’s understated beauty that shone when clothes were taken out of the equation.

And then there was Fleur.

She knew that Fleur was beautiful. It was obvious to see that she was beautiful.

What she didn’t know was just how much.

Her breasts were perfect for her body. Not too big, not too small. Just the right size to make themselves seen without being a nuisance. And light pink nipples that Luna had to hold herself back from sucking on.

The curve of her thin waist leading into her slightly wider hips, with thighs she’d dream of having, securing something she had never properly seen in another girl.

And what a view it was! She’d never thought of shaving herself, down there, but the girls’ talk of how boys like it that way and the image of Fleur’s perfect lips glistening as they got out of the bath made her breath hitch.

Slowly, almost unconsciously, Luna’s hand moved down her body as the scenes from the bath flashed through her head. She squeezed her breast softly, before moving on to her smooth stomach, and then further down, under her knickers, until her palm rested atop her mound, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing against her clit.

She remembered her dream. Of Fleur and Alex on either side of her, kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and every place in between, until they reached her core.

At this point, her fingers were slowly massaging her clit, and she could feel the pleasure make her remembrance of her dream fall away in favor of her own imagination.

Alex kissing her, his member poking her belly as he forcefully grabbed her behind, while Fleur, with her nipples poking her back, kissed her neck. One of Fleur’s hands pinching her nipple while the other slowly guided Alex’s member into her.

Luna gasped, the hand previously massaging her clit now had its middle finger inside her entrance, while her thumb kept working on her clit. Her other hand had moved to her breasts, and alternated from strongly squeezing them to pinching her nipples.

She imagined the three of them in every way possible, in all positions she could conjure up.

Alex going down on her, going down on Alex, going down on Fleur, Fleur going down on Alex, Fleur and herself going down on Alex. Alex taking her, Alex taking Fleur, Alex taking both of them at the same time. Her sitting on Alex’s face while Fleur rode him, both of them switching positions.

Luna felt herself getting close to the edge, and suddenly, she felt another warmth bloom in her chest. This one was different from her own, and she innately understood it didn’t come from her. But she didn’t worry. Because she could feel, deep within her bones, who it was.

Alex

His warmth suffused her being, feeling what she felt, and letting her feel what he was feeling.

Love and care, so strong it almost tipped her over the edge, but she held off, because she could feel, shackled behind an iron will, the lust he was holding back.

And that wouldn’t do.

She pictured another scene. One that, even if he couldn’t see it, he’d be able to feel it.

She was lying down in bed, her wedding dress riding up her thighs, knickers tossed to the side, as a still dressed Alex took her for all she could give.

The way one of his hands squeezed her thigh, the way he kissed her with such force and love that, even though it was imaginary, it took her breath away, and the way his member plowed into her, making her feel complete in a way she didn’t think was possible.

Luna took that image, those feelings of one of her deepest and wildest dreams, and sent it to him.

Heart to Heart. Soul to Soul.

She knew he understood her message when she felt his lust explode out. Mixing with his love on the way and blanketing her in so much pleasure, she immediately tipped over the edge.

Her back arched, she saw stars, and every nerve ending in her body brimmed with ecstasy.

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It took a while for her to come back from it. The comforting heat from Alex’s presence was like a sweet caress on her skin.

She rolled over to her nightstand to grab a quill so she could talk with Alex, using words instead of feelings this time, when she felt the mess she and her bed were in.

The wet spot was much bigger than normal, but worse was the sweat that drenched everything.

Luna sighed, grabbing her quill and sending Alex a quick note. She’d have to clean everything if she wanted to go back to sleep, and while a cleaning spell might fix the bed, she would feel gross if she didn’t take a shower.

As she cleaned things up and made herself presentable to leave her room, she felt heat creeping up on her face as the full weight of what had taken place finally sank in.

“Oh my God,” she muttered in embarrassment, but it was muted when compared to the feeling of happiness at how reciprocal it was.

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Alex

I opened my eyes to see my Zanpakuto spirit, now in his punk form, looking at me incredulously.

“How the fuck did that work!?” He exclaimed, looking at the books still floating around him for an answer.

Thinking about it, I… honestly didn’t have an answer for him.

“I just did what felt right,” I shrugged, moving towards the bar. And have I said how much I love the fact that my soul came with a fully stocked bar?

“What the hell does that even mean?” He argued, sitting down on a bar stool and taking one of the tomes floating around him, and setting it down in front of himself. “It isn’t even written in your book! There are blank sections where an explanation should be!”

I hmm’d, mixing up something strong for him while thinking about what drink would be best after what I had just experienced.

Luna

Just the thought of her did things to me, but I could feel how closer this experience made us. And while things were calm at the moment, I knew that closeness was dangerous if I didn’t find a way to fix things.

I passed the Punk his drink before deciding it was fine to leave him to his grumbling while I went back to the real world.

Letting myself go back to my body, I was suddenly assaulted by a feeling of unaltered satisfaction so strong it took a few moments for me to notice there were other people in the room.

The first thing I noticed was Unohana, her glowing hand over my heart, and her face slightly flushed. Behind her were Jushiro and Shunsui, both looking worried at me.

Upon noticing my eyes opening, Unohana quickly dispelled her Kaido and stood up, dusting herself off and avoiding looking at me at all costs.

“Uh, hey guys?” I said, still coming out of the high over what had happened.

“He’s completely fine, I’ll go see to my other patients now,” Unohana said, still not looking at me, as she left.

“What was that about? And I didn’t know the 4th had any patients urgent enough for her to need to check in on them at this hour, did something happen?” I asked. But, upon feeling the sticky wetness in my pants, I knew exactly why she ran away, and I couldn’t help but feel that it’d be a good idea to avoid seeing her for the next while.

‘Maybe a few decades? She’d definitely have forgotten by then, right!?’ I thought, trying, and failing, to contain my embarrassment.

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A/N: And that’s that.

First lewd scene! It has been a good long while since I wrote one of these. So, what did y’all think?

As always, thank you all for your support. And I should have another chapter done by Thursday.