Faint footsteps echoed through the long, winding corridors of Las Noches. Her eyes flickered to the door, waiting for the familiar reiatsu of her arrancar baby sitter. The aura grew stronger with each step as he got closer to her cell.
But it wasn't the calm, controlled reiatsu that she felt on a regular basis. Ulquiorra always reigned in his reiatsu. This one was wild, erratic. Terrifyingly untamable. The footsteps grew softer until there was only silence, but the lingering waves of reiatsu told her the person was right outside her door.
She could hear her heart beat in her ears. Ulquiorra would never hurt her-he was ordered by Aizen not to. But the rest... He had told her not to trust anyone else.
She heard the door unlock from the outside. Slowly and quietly, the door opened to her room. Her heartbeat caught up in her throat as she waited for the man to enter.
"G-Grimmjow," she managed to whisper. A wide, vicious grin appeared on his shadowed face.
"Hello, Princess," he spoke casually, effectively masking his anticipation. He sauntered gracefully towards the girl, her back flat against the furthest wall from the door. "I'm not here to hurt you... not that much, anyway," He smirked.
She remembered the arrancar standing in front of her. It was the beast that almost killed Kurosaki-kun, the same beast whose wounds she healed after she was taken to Hueco Mundo.
But despite the horrific memories that threatened to shatter her will, she stood up straight to meet the man's gaze. "I'm not afraid of you," she spoke with all the courage she can muster.
He tilted his head to the side. "Oh?" He taunted with a smirk. "I don't believe that." His body was now flush against her soft, thinly covered chest. A shaky intake of air escaped her lips from the contact.
She realized his intentions from the way his lips curved lusciously upward, and the way he looked at her-it's as if that's all he needed to do to undress her. "Please... Don't…" she pleaded weakly. Any ounce of courage had vanished from her voice.
He held a lock of her shiny auburn hair between his fingers, examining it closely. "Don't you want to know what I came here for?" He asked with a voice so sultry it scattered all coherent thoughts inside her head.
"I-I..." It was all she could manage.
He traced his fingers on the side of her frame, travelling from her neck, shoulders, to the side of her chest, and rested just on top of her hips. "Don't you want to play?" He asked with a hint of malicious intent.
"I can't. I shouldn't" she tried to explain, covering up her female parts from his gaze, suddenly feeling exposed despite all her clothing.
"Still hoping he'd show up to rescue you? Heh." His hand went up to her chin, raising it so their eyes met, deep blue piercing through grey orbs. "He's not here," They remained silent for a moment before he continued. "But I am."
She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain, the abuse she knew the Sexta Espada loved inflicting.
But all that came was a soft, eager kiss on her lips. It started slow, sensual, but the arousal started building up. Her sloppy, inexperienced lips struggled to keep up with his expertise as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He rested his hands on her tiny waist, pulling her body to his. Suddenly, lust and desire came out of her from within, causing her to reached up to tangle his soft, blue hair between her fingers to deepen the kiss. He moaned at her response, thrusting his hips forward, pinning her to the wall. Orihime took the opportunity to slide his jacket down before throwing it on the floor, exposing his strong, chiseled chest. He wrapped his arms around her back, to her nape, and then down again to cup her ass. A small gasp escaped her lips. He lost himself for a second then, and with a low growl, he ripped apart the front of her skirt. He held her legs on either side of his hips and thrusted forward, hoping to ease his desire from the friction.
But it only made him crazier, desperate for release.
In a split second, she was on her bed, and her underwear was torn apart, exposing her heated core to the cool desert wind. He took her hand from his hair and inserted a finger in his mouth before placing it on her core.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. Orihime looked at him, confused but eager to please. She had never done such a thing. She was preserving herself for her savior, to the point that she avoided even touching herself. Sensing her cluelessness, Grimmjow placed his hand over hers, skillfully moving their fingers together and hitting all the pleasure spots outside her heated entrance. She breathed heavily against his ear as he sucked and nipped at every square inch of skin on her exposed neck. Raising his hand to lick her juices from his fingers, he watched wantonly as she continued rubbing her pussy underneath him.
It's been weeks since she was captured, and he had been fantasizing about her since the day she healed her arm. At night he imagined her on top of him, her soft, perky breast flush against his toned chest, her heated core just above his hard, throbbing cock...
A moment later, the rest of her clothing was shredded into pieces effectively exposing her smooth, porcelain skin. He drank in the sight of the perfect goddess beneath her as she came close to her release.
"Ah, ah," he warned, pinning her hands over her head. "No cumming yet."
The woman squirmed underneath him, desperate for friction, for anything that can bring her to satisfaction. "Grimmjow... please..." She pleaded quietly.
He loosened his grip on her wrists. "I'll make you come. Promise me you'll stay still?"
Orihime nodded. "Please..." She begged. Not a moment longer, he inserted two fingers inside her, expertly thrusting them deeper, moving at the perfect rhythm.
"Yessss," he muttered low under his breath. She was so tight and wet, unlike any he's ever felt before. She squeezed her eyes shut, unaware that the Espada had lowered his mouth to her pussy. A shot of pleasure bolted throughout her body as he flicked his tongue on her folds. Her hands were in his hair again, keeping him in place.
"Yes, Grimmjow!" She yelled, crossing her legs behind his head, pressing him closer. He lapped at the juices that leaked from her core, stimulating the nub above her opening. He explored her entrance with his expert tongue, feeling her muscles clench from the sensation. "Yes, yes, yes!" She screamed as she found her release.
Waves of pleasure still reverberated all over her body when Grimmjow took off his hakama. Orihime glanced at his rock hard member, immediately questioning the possibility of that being able to fit inside her. Blood rushed up to her cheeks.
Grimmjow stiffled his laughter. "Don't worry, Princess," he smiled coyly. His hand went to her pussy, covering his fingers and palm with her wetness, before spreading her juices over his erection, right from the tip down to the base of his shaft. "You're very accommodating..." He whispered as he poised himself on her opening before thrusting into her.
Orihime yelped at the intrusion. God, she's so fucking tight! His breathing became heavy as he buried the rest of his length into her. "Fuck," he muttered, savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around his dick. Quiet moans of ecstasy escaped his lips as he picked up his pace, thrusting into her again, and again, and again until all she could do was scream.
"Grimmjow!" The way she screamed her name sent shivers down his spine. Yes baby, scream my name. Let them hear it. Let them hear how I made you mine. He held her closer, his arms snaked around her back, pinning her to his chest as he continued to thrust inside her. "Grimm... jow... I'm...gon... na... cummm!" She managed to say in between thrusts.
"Fuck, baby you feel so goood..." He praised her quietly in her ear, and that was it. Shots of pleasure bursted through her body once again, making her toes curl and her back curve up from the mattress. She screamed his name one last time and it sent him over the edge as well. He came inside her, not bothering to stop his thrusts, filling her up until she can no longer contain his fluids.
She felt him withdraw his still erect cock to lie down beside her on the bed, both of them trying to calm their breathing. "Wow," she said. It was all she could manage to say.
"You stole my line there, Princess," he rose from the bed to pick up his clothes from the ground and quickly putting them back on before heading to the door.
"You're not staying?" She asked quietly, as if she already knew the answer. Hollows don't have hearts, she reminded herself. It was stupid of her to think that he may have felt something for her. But maybe, just maybe…
He hesitated for a moment, before turning back to leave a kiss on her forehead. Before she can react, he was already back at the door facing the corridor outside. He spoke quietly. "I'm bringing you some fresh clothes." Warmth fluttered across her chest as he glanced back at her. "Wait for me, Princess."