Awakening the Inner Demon

"Ichigo! Let me out!" his inner evil demanded so forcefully it made his head ache.

"What? Why?" Ichigo asked, carrying on the interior dialogue.

"I found something I want. That girl," Hichigo replied, turning his bodily host's head in her direction.

Ichigo looked at the diminutive girl with waist length auburn red curls and bright green eyes. Freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks as if a paint brush had been flicked at her. Her skin was quite fair, almost white, but creamy and soft looking. She was curvy and had a muscular build. She looked like she could kick a man's ass if necessary but at the same time she maintained a wide eyed innocence about her. No wonder he wants her.

"It's not just because of her looks, asshole. I felt something in her when she bumped into you. It was her that woke me up," the hollow growled at him.

"She's so sweet looking. How could there be anything evil in her that would attract you?" Ichigo inquired, releasing his permanent scowl temporarily to smile at the girl when her eyes met his. He was staring after all; the least he could do would be to smile at her to keep from looking like a pissed off pervert.

"Let me out! I want to talk to her!" Hichigo bellyached before resorting to whining, "I don't ask for a lot, King. Can you let me have this one thing?"

"No. I'm Orihime's boyfriend. How would that look?" he inquired scornfully.

"I don't give a damn how it would look! I hate that brainless, oversensitive cow anyway. How many times have I saved your ass? How many times have I asked for anything in return?" he demanded. Far be it from him to not play the guilt card. He knew Ichigo was a perpetual goody two shoes with a high sense of fairness and the principle of reciprocity with his friends and even enemies sometimes. Who could he possibly be closer to than his inner Hollow, his inner demon of sorts? He owed him. He really did. "Well? You owe me," he reminded him, disturbing Ichigo from his thoughts of Orihime. Disgusting woman. He had to endure her after all. Just once could he not let him have something, someone, else? His patience had finally worn out. "Okay, Carrot Top, here's the deal. I don't have to ask you for permission. For once I was trying to be diplomatic and ask. I am stuck with you after all so we might as well try to get along, right? You can either let me take over and I'll somewhat control myself or I'll just take charge and do whatever and whoever. How do you want it?"

"Damn," Ichigo grumbled. He had yet to be able to defy the asshole if he really, REALLY wanted to come out to play which obviously he did with the cute redhead in the corner. "All right. Fine. That one redhead. And stay away from Orihime."

Faylinn could not help but notice the orange haired man with the intense brown eyes staring at her. She could feel his eyes on her. It made her feel incredibly uncomfortable until her gave her a smile so warm it could melt an iceberg. Too bad he went right back to a scowl after he looked away. He was so handsome when he smiled. Apparently the frown was a more comfortable expression for him and gave him that kind of aloof sexiness that kept women at bay unwilling to approach due to the scare factor of it. He looked as if he could shoot a woman down with a single look much more effectively than if he rejected her by saying no. Her eyes were drawn back to his, and it was if something had changed; almost like he had experienced a personality shift since the last time she looked at him.

The smile on his mouth was reflected in his eyes this time. It was more sincere and warm as were his lovely brown eyes. There was a slight licentious edge to the look that made the warmth in his expression turn her red hot. Faylinn took a deep breath when he started making his way through the crowded bar toward her. Her friends giggled at something, and she allowed that to pull her attention away from the man stalking toward her with a ravenous look in his eyes. She glanced at both of them and giggled too to distract herself from his impending arrival at their table.

"You're not from around here are you?" Hichigo inquired, his eyes riveted on the redhead with the emerald green eyes so there was no mistake who he was talking to.

"What was your first clue?" she retorted, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder as she looked at him over her glass to take a drink.

'Hmmmmm…..a smart ass after my own heart. If only I had one,' he thought with a lecherous grin. "Where are you from then?" he asked, sitting down on the barstool across from her since her friends occupied the ones on each side of her. He wished he was a magician so he could make them disappear.

"Ireland. I'm an exchange student. This is my first year at the university," she said, leaning forward to prop her chin on her hands. This offered him a wonderful view of her cleavage as her breasts were pushed together and her already low cut shirt dropped lower. He smiled when his eyes met hers; she knew exactly what she was doing. He had been right about her. She might not be evil but she showed great potential for being bad in all the right ways.

"Tell me your name," he ordered rather than asked. She was a foreigner and a newbie. Totally out of her element and mostly likely scared. Easy prey.

"Why should I?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow at his forcefulness. "Tell me yours first."

"Hichigo Shirosaki," he answered with a big smile on his face. He liked her brazenness. She might not be so easy to control after all. He enjoyed a challenge. "You have a very sharp tongue. I like the way you use it."

"You'd be surprised what I can do with my tongue," she responded, raising her glass to her lips to finish off her drink. "My name is Faylinn Monahan."

"Come on," one of her friends called when a loud song with a strong bass beat started. She grabbed her friend's hand and slid off her barstool.

"Let's go dance!" the other one squealed, grabbing her other hand. They both immediately pulled her away from him and out onto the dance floor.

"Bitches!" he growled through his teeth. He caught her eye and she beckoned him to her with a wave of her hand while her friends were bumping and grinding with her in the middle. They were either very protective or she was their girlfriend in more than the classic sense of the word. This made him want her even more either way. A satisfied, smug smirk was given to both of the other women when he pulled her from between them and against his body.

"Don't worry. We're just friends. It's nothing like that," she whispered in his ear, hooking her leg around his body as she moved against him. "I like men way too much for that."

"That's nice to hear. Do you want to take me home tonight?" he asked, expecting to get slapped but he did not feel like wasting time with small talk.

"Yes," she answered, pressing her lips to his.

Damn! This was delightfully unexpected!

Several drinks and two hours later, they found themselves in her apartment. Hichigo knew he couldn't go to Ichigo's apartment because that awful, dull woman Orihime was there. He would have gone just to piss her off and make her go away, but it would have made the King angry as well and they had declared a truce.

"How long do you want me? One night? Two?" Faylinn asked, pulling his mouth to hers. She smiled against his lips when he moaned as her tongue thrust into his mouth.

"Forever," he panted, breathing heavily when she removed her lips from his. A stinging slap met his cheek, and he stared at her in disbelief.

"Bullshit! Don't lie to me," she snarled, pressing her lips back to his for another breathtaking kiss.

"As long as we can stand each other?" Hichigo ventured, hoping this answer pleased her. She was living up to the expectations he had for her. He grabbed her and pinned her to the couch, holding her hands above her head.

"That answer I like," she said, raising her head to kiss him but he pushed her back down with a hand on her chest. She sighed and moved under him when he covered her breast with his hand and squeezed.

"You're a bad girl aren't you?" he asked, letting her hands go so he could use both hands on her breasts.

"What are you going to do about it?" she queried, rubbing her body against his below their waists. She squealed in a combination of fear and surprise when he immediately sat up and hauled her over his lap. Her aching womanhood was pressed against his bulging crotch as he lifted her skirt to reveal her completely naked behind.

"Damn, woman, you are bad," he remarked in shock. It wasn't easy to catch him off guard but her being completely without panties, not even a thong, had definitely thrown him.

Faylinn pressed her face against the couch to hide her smile. She could not believe this guy. He was something different to say the least. He was the first guy who had not went running in the other direction from her aggressiveness. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, wondering what he would do next. The thwacking sound rang through the air and a definite sting bit into the tender skin of her ass cheek from the swift application of his strong hand. She moaned when his hand caressed the violated skin. She wriggled on his lap, feeling his hardness against her.

"Do you need another one?" he asked, ecstatic that he had found someone like her to play with.

"Yes," she answered in a high pitched little girl voice. She cried out when he spanked her again. She turned to look at him when she heard him chuckle. "Sadistic bastard."

"Masochistic bitch," he accused, pushing her back down on his lap. He covered his moan with a growl as she rubbed against his erect member that was dying to come out and play with her as well.

Faylinn quickly moved off his lap, standing up and walking away from him. She screamed when he caught her by the hair and pulled her back against him. He was so much taller and stronger than her. Her lips curled into a smile when he jerked her around to face him then promptly pressing his lips to hers. Her hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist when he picked her up by cupping his hands around her rear end.

"Are you ready?" he asked, pressing her against the wall. "I know you've heard of being nailed to a wall, you ready for it to happen?"

"Yes," she answered, looking into his eyes as he shoved into her. It almost hurt because he was being so rough. She cried out when he thrust into her hard enough to bury himself completely inside of her. They both moaned loudly when he slowly pulled his hips back then swiftly thrust them forward.

Hichigo was so excited he had to work at not releasing inside of her immediately. It had been a while since he had been allowed to have any fun and this little gal was without a doubt a whole lot of fun. He would dare to say she was the best he ever had. Definitely the most arousing with her cattiness and penchant for violence. He might have actually found a woman made for him. A cry that was a mix of pain and pleasure tore his throat as she mercilessly clawed his back.

Faylinn was writhing and bucking against him as he thrust into her making it hard for him to hold on to her. She could not help it. He felt great and the pleasure he was giving her was driving her crazy. She was making enough noise that it prompted him to cover her mouth with his hand.

"You're crazy, you know that?" he asked, smiling at her as he slid her up and down the way. He grunted with satisfaction as he watched her eyes roll back in her head and her body shuddered convulsively. "Oh, baby, did that feel good?"

Faylinn nodded her head since he still had her mouth covered. When he moved his hand, she sucked in a loud breath before pressing her lips to his. Her tongue thrust into his mouth as her body began racing quickly toward another orgasm. She made him hiss as she clawed his back again.

"Mmmmm….Wildcat, be careful," he moaned in her ear, refraining from telling her that this body was only a loaner.

"Make me scream your name," she whispered, tracing the intricate shape of his ear with her tongue.

"Oh, my god," he gasped, pushing her against the wall and ramming into her hard.

They were both startled when the plaster of the wall around her cracked slightly sending a small puff of dust into the air. This made both of them laugh, but the laughter was cut short with the arrival of a screaming orgasm on both of their parts. They slowly slid down the wall and to the floor with Hichigo's head laying between her breasts.

"That was-" she panted to have the sentence finished by him.

"Amazing," he agreed, moving to kiss her lips briefly. He had finally found the perfect woman for him. How would he convince Carrot Top to borrow his body again to come see her?