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rated M for Violence, language, and Lemon in future Chapters-

A story rated M for LEMON means Lemon Explicit Lemon.You've Been Warned!

Orihime's Triple Thereat

Chapter 1 - Reception

When Ulquiorra had brought Orihime from the human world to Hueco Mundo, she was grimly silent, a drastic change from the way he had seen her when he was watching her. He had been sent to the human world days before to watch her, see her habits and weakness. Szayel had made a device which he used to monitor her moves, and he watched, in disgust, her lovelorn speech to Kurosaki. Did Kurosaki know or care that this woman, cared for him so much?

She was a sickeningly happy girl. Blind to the horrors of the world, or just insistent to ignore them, he didn't know which, but this was a true a horror she wouldn't deny or escape. It made him happy to see that he had crushed some part of her, made her see the truth. But even still she had tried to see the bright side.

Why? Why fight so furiously for something that has no meaning? Friends. Why? Why fight so feverishly for some intangible trick of the mind? Love. She was perplexing. He'd watch her now in Hueco Mundo, as he had watched her in the human world. Trying to see, trying to figure out why she clung to these frivolous ideals.

She was now resigned to her fate, it seemed. She looked terrified, crying all last night after she fixed Grimmjow's arm, and the death of Luppi. She was even more shaken when Aizen left her room. And on some level, so was Ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra was headed down a long corridor that had high ceilings, on the way to see "that woman". As he walked, lower numeros moved from his path.

He admitted to himself, he was intrigued, if only in the slightest, having seen her ability up close, to reverse time. He'd have to do his own investigation, once Lord Aizen was done with her of course. Plus the "joy" of watching her adjust to her new life would be interesting as well.

He entered a set of tall double doors carrying clothes for the human girl. As he entered through the second set of doors, he stopped, eyes wide, his chest tightening.

Orihime had been ordered to bathe, so she could be clean and fit to wear an arrancar uniform. Ulquiorra had stepped into the bathing chamber just as Orihime was stepping out of the bath. His eyes grew wider still, as he watched the wet, naked human girl turn to him.

"Oh," Orihime said noticing him feet from her. She froze like a deer in headlights, unable to go back to the bath or reach for the towel that was on a chair, just feet from her.

She simply looked down, trying to cover herself. One arm over her large wet breasts(not able to cover much of anything) and her other hand cupped over her mound.

Ulquiorra seeing that she was more ill at ease than he, quickly gathered himself.

"Why are you covering yourself, woman?" he said flatly. "Its nothing I haven't seen before."

But it was. Haribel nor Nel, whom he had on occasion watched bathe, hadn't made him feel the way he was now. He scanned her from head to toe several times before he approached her, laying her new uniform down beside the unused towel.

He was right in front of her now. Orihime was shivering; partly from cold, other part fear. He could smell her freshness, her life in this place of death. It was… pleasant. He closed his eyes involuntarily, enjoying her. He realized what he'd done, that he was losing himself in this "trash", and he regained his composure.

He reached up and moved the arm that was inadequately covering her breasts, taking note of her pink as petal nipples. His pulsed raced. He absently rolled his tongue around in his mouth. He clinched his jaw. He moved to the other hand, covering her mound. He found a little more resistance there, and squeezed her wrist firmly. She consented.

Her head turned in embarrassment as he stared at her. Water dripping down her peach colored skin. She tried to squeeze her legs together, and turn away from him. His eyes were drawn to her tuft of light auburn hair and what lay beneath. Her chest heaving. He reached for the space between her legs, mesmerized. She pulled back. His eyes narrowed.

"Don't flatter yourself, woman." he said releasing her wrist forcefully. "You're nothing but trash." he turned to leave "Get dressed. I'll be waiting outside."

How dare she pull way from me! Ulquiorra thought as he left the room, unable to resist looking back at her as she reached for her towel.

"She is a hot piece a' ass." Ulquiorra froze hearing Grimmjow, his voice coming from the shadows.

"What do you want, Grimmjow?" he said, turning slowly to face the blue haired feral monster.

"Oh, just heard our little visitor was here, I was planning on "thanking" her for fixin' my arm," he said, teeth gleaming, as he flexed his newly retrieved arm. "I thought I'd get in all my thanking before Aizen gets a hold of her. I do so hate sloppy seconds."

"Stay away from her, she's Lord Aizen's." Ulquiorra said, calmly, with his hand in his pocket circling Grimmjow.

"I didn't see you keepin your hands to yourself," he said, eyes glinting. He was itching for a fight.

"I just wanted to see if there was any physical reason for the strange powers she possesses."'

"Down there? Hmph! I wonder if Aizen would buy that bullshit, 'cause I don't. You couldn't wait to go spy on that little peach. I bet you were jacking off the whole time. And when he told you to go pick her up. HA! You practically came in your pants." Grimmjow was laughing now. Ulquiorra grimaced, closing his eyes to stop seeing red. "Whatever. Later." he said waving Ulquiorra off. "Tell our guest, I"ll "thank" her later."

Ulquiorra's body tightened. He hated that man, and he was prepared to kill him one day. He wouldn't let him touch the girl, for Lord Aizen's sake.

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To be continued....