*crawls out of a hole, post chapter, then slides back into the dark abyss*
It's been three days, four hours, six minutes and 31, 32, 33…
"Lady Orihiiiime…"
Orihime jumped when she saw a small hand waving in front of her face. She blinked several times before looking up to see a young woman with dark hair glaring down at her. Her steely grey eyes boring into hers. "Mmm, Tatsuki, when did you get here?" Orihime asked, still a bit dazed.
"Two days ago, we were looking all over for you, what the heck woman?!" Tatsuki pulled Orihime to her feet and looked her up and down. "You look terrible." She looked around. "And what's with this room? Isn't this the servants' quarters? Shouldn't you be sleeping with the king?" She's obviously not fit to be a queen, let alone the queen of the Sky kingdom. She's currently dressed in a ratty nightgown and her hair is in a mess. It smells like something died in here and Tatsuki thinks that she saw something move in the shadowy part of the room.
"Does Unohana know about this?"
Orhime pulled her arm from Tatsuki and gawked at her awkwardly. "That woman is here?" A picture of a woman with an innocent smile and an evil aura appeared in her mind. The bittersweet personality of Unohana make Orihime question her sanity. Maybe cringe a little. Oh goodness, how many people did Queen Yoruichi send her way?
"Just the two of us. We're your maidservants from now on." Tatsuki answered. Orihime didn't realize that she was speaking aloud. "You should get ready though, King Grimmjow is announcing your marriage tonight."
Orihime's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Marriage?! "Wait. Wha-? Who's marrying who? I didn't know I was getting married!" Tatsuki crossed her arms, "Since you've been living in a cave for the past three days you're bound to not know anything."
"Where is the king?" Orihime asked ignoring Tatsuki's comment. The king had no right to annoce such lies. Especially in front of the whole country. Tatsuki sighed. "He's taking a bath now and I don't think…and I am talking to myself." Tatsuki watched as her friend stomp out of the room and up the stairs.
Orihime is livid. When he agreed to take her as his own, Orihime stated that she would rather be his lowly servant than to marry him. The last time they met, she thought he was a ridiculous, asshole with no drive. Unfortunately, he's still the same man.
As she walked by, several courts men murmured among themselves, others just stared in embarrassment. She was too busy huffing and puffing in anger to even notice. She finally reached the bath house and slid the door open and closed. She didn't have time to gawk at the tall ceilings and the beautiful statues of ancient sky creatures or the large hot springs. She didn't even notice the ethereal creature who bathed in silence. The room was lit with many scented candles and also from the stars above the open ceilings.
"You!" Orihime pointed viciously at the sky warrior.
Grimmjow sensed her presence storming down the hallways of his palace some time ago. It was only a matter of time before she bursts through the doors and into the bath house. He was currently staring at the skies above admiring the twinkling stars and listening to her angry footsteps. He placed his cup of tea on the ledge of the pool and paid attention to the woman who is now wearing something tasteful. "Have you come to play, human?" he drawled.
"I am here to discuss some matters with you, my lord." She said through gritted teeth. The king took a lock of his blue hair and slowly wringed it then he released it, letting it fall back into the water. "Judging by your lack of clothing, I assume you want to discuss something more satisfying." He said darkly. What the hell is he on about? Orihime looked down to find that she was still wearing her nightgown. She was wearing a short blue kimono that hardly reaches her knees. It wasn't tied properly, therefore it barely covered her generous chest. Orihime would wear these to sleep, never to be revealed outside of her bedroom. Now, here she is wearing close to nothing in front of the most sinful ruler in all the kingdom.
"I'm waiting." She took note of her king. There he sat in the shallow end of the pool. From the waist down, he was covered by the still waters, only exposing his bended knees. His well-developed abdomen glistened in the moonlight and his long hair swirled around him on the surface of the water. His deep cerulean eyes never left hers. Orihime adjusted her clothing and cleared her throat, "I'm not marrying you, your majesty. I believed we've discussed this already."
The king frowned taking his cup of tea and slowly drank. His attention returned to the starry skies above. There was a long silence between them. The orange haired woman nearly implode with impatience. Then the breath taking god before her spoke, "Ah, yes, that. Unfortunately, your queen wouldn't let me have you unless I married you. Of course I agreed…involuntarily." Grimmjow frowned when he remembered her threat. 'I'll bring Rangiku with me every time we come together to drink.' She said with a sly smirk. He couldn't handle Yoruichi when she's intoxicated, let alone her loud attractive friend, Rangiku. Why does she wants him to marry this girl anyway? It's obvious that she doesn't want him.
Grimmjow watched as the girl pouted. "Fine. But I don't want to do this now. Can we at least get to know each other first? I would like to know the demon, er, man that I'm going to marry."
The king shrugged. "Very well then. We'll do what you want." He reached a hand out to her, "Agreed?"
This was too easy. He didn't even put up a fight or the arrogance in him didn't even bother to show. A cobalt eyebrow rose in question. Orihime nodded and walked over to him missing the devilish smirk he gave her. She placed her hand in his and the blue warrior held on to it. "Agreed." She whispered, eyes never leaving his. Grimmjow suddenly pulled the woman towards him. Orihime cried out as she landed upon his lap, splashing into the warm water. The king's hands held her tightly by her waist waiting for her to cease her struggles. His bride to be placed her hands on his broad shoulders and squeezed them tightly in warning, but the king nearly purred in pleasure. His hands slowly rising up her ribcage to simply cupped her creamy mounds. The young human blushed profusely. "Tell me Inoue, what do you look forward to the most in this marriage." He squeezed her breasts lightly and the girl whimpered. "We're not married yet." She answered. Grimmjow hummed and then captured her nipple with his teeth through the silk of her nightgown. "A-ah! D-don't…" Orihime's nails dug into his shoulders.
'What is he doing?' She thought, even though it was quite obvious. She never thought that the great king would bother to do these things to her. Although, he is a perverted king who acts on impulse.
Grimmjow looked up at his future queen and watched as many emotions pass through her stormy eyes, one of them being lust. He sucked her now puckered nipple through the silk and briefly released it. Orihime tried pushing her majesty away but he didn't budge. Instead, he held on tighter. He slowly pulled on the ties of her kimono. "Inoue, would you let me touch you?" He asked. His deep voice echoed in the large bath house. The girl was too tongue tied to even answer and before she knew it, his warm hands gently cupped her soft breasts.
Orihime knew this was wrong. 'But it feels so good.' She thought.
Grimmjow dipped his head to suck on the hardened peak of her dusky nipple. His hands traveled down to her waist once again. He carefully gripped it then maneuvered the girl to gently rock against his thigh. Orihime sighed when she finally get to alleviate the throbbing sensation in between her legs. What the king is doing to her was turning her mind into mush, making it hard for her to focus at all. She mewled quietly.
"Does that feel good?" He asked. His voice muffled against the flesh of her breast. Orihime slightly covered her face and turned away nodding in embarrassment. The king frowned. "I see." At least she's being honest. He abruptly stood and carried the girl to the edge of the pool. He looked down upon her. Her kimono was now fully open and is soaked with water, her body reflected the moonlight. Grimmjow watched as a drop of water traveled under the curve of her breast and into the crease of her armpit. Yes, she was beautiful, but there was something else about her that made him want her more. With one hand, he placed a hand on her hip, holding her down. He lightly traced his lean fingers against the folds of her sex. As if on cue, her thighs shamelessly spread open wider.
He then expertly rocked against her hot core letting his hard length be lubricated by the juices from her cunt. Orihime hissed. Her mind battled with her tongue, trying to beg him to stop, but no sound ever came from her mouth. Her body betrayed her, her mind betrayed her, heck, even her own queen betrayed her. It was all her fault anyway. Yeah, it's Yoruichi's fault.
The king's finger pressed against her bundle of nerves and she instinctively arched her back groaning and biting her lip. He watched her carefully as he lazily pushed a digit into the depth of her core. It immediately sucked in his finger, squeezing him tightly. "Such a dirty girl. I haven't done much to you and you're already this wet…" The king murmured. He was painfully hard and he wanted to be inside her so bad. But, there's one thing he has to do before claiming this woman. "Are you like this when you're with him?"
As if someone splashed Orihime with a bucket of cold water, she instantly sat up and slapped the great king. The sound resonated throughout the room. Their lust filled minds became clear. "How dare you, you bastard! What happened in my past is none of your business and my relationship with King Ichigo is none of your concern. You, my King, can go fuck yourself!" With that, the woman stood and adjusted her clothing while storming out, the very same way she came in. Grimmjow stood in the middle of the pool in silence. A familiar grin decorated his face. So she still have feelings for the orange haired fuck.
The moon king read the written letter carefully. A black cat laid on top of his head reading it also. "It seems we have an emergency meeting in a few days. Do you think it's the dark lord?" The cat asked.
"It looks like it." The king sighed. It's been centuries since the kings—and Yourichi—had a meeting. The last one did not bode so well with the elders. Ulquiorra placed the parchment on his desk. "Will you ever tell me why you are here?" The king asked in a bored monotone.
The cat slid down from the king's head and landed on the large desk in front of him. It languidly licked its paw and stretched. "Remember that time when that happened and you proclaimed that you were forever in my debt?"
"No."
The cat's tail danced in the air and its golden eyes searched his deep emerald ones. "The great king is soon to be married and I don't want any disruptions," the cat narrowed its eyes, "and it looks like the dark king is back."