Okay, I have more time now. Whew! This year has been rough. But here it is, Touch of a Demon Chapter 4. Enjoy and review.
Touch of a Demon
Chapter Four:
Dreams
Her heart pounded as she was guided by Gin to the training grounds. She wasn't quite sure where they were. There were no differences with each corner they turned. She kept her head down. Gin, a man she had decided to put a little trust in, lead her to the demise of her soul. She bit her bottom lip in frustration. Could she do it? Could she kill them? She she heal the others?
She shook her head as Gin suddenly stopped before her.
" Here it is." She looked up, startled at the lack of sarcasm. His back was to her as they stood before a massive white door.
" Orihime, Aizen has surveillance on this place. Show any weakness and he will scout it out and he will use it against you. Understand?"
" Yes." She said, her hands shaking. Gin opened the door and he stepped swiftly in, the grin built into his face. She followed, matching his pace.
" You know how to use your own power, yes?" Gin asked, not turning.
" Yes." She stated. Gin spun on his heel with his sword at her neck in a flash. Orihime didn't have time to react so she just stared at where Gin had been.
" You have betrayed Soul Society, they will consider you no higher nor lower than the hollows. They will attack you, and try to kill you. You must be able to evade them, and of course, be quick on your feet in healing your...comrades." She felt his voice drop on the last word but made no physical indication.
" I understand." Her voice came out clear, confident and with much force. Gin withdrew his sword and talked with her through the theory of flash steps and how she could use her own spirit force to act out her own flash steps. When she tried it she lost her jacket, belt and shoes.
" You'll want to wear less clothing though, Just keep the corset and skirt on." Gin offered. Orihime blushed a little but let the shoes and jacket remain on the floor. They ran through it again, and again until Orihime completed a set of ten flash steps.
" They are faster than a Soul Reapers, but shorter. We have two weeks Orihime. Strengthen yourself. You must be better than them."
The next hours that went by were all combat and applying flash steps to them. At least the concept of them. Gin trampled each time she tried to hit or kick him.
" You're too fast." She wined as she landed on the floor again.
" No, you are too slow."
He watched the artificial sun lowering in the artificial sky.
" It is late. We must get you back." Orihime stood up and followed Gin on tired feet as he walked her back. She stumbled every step or so, her legs trembling from exertion.
" Sleep well." Gin said as the approached her room, Ulquiorra posted beside the door. Gin turned on his heel and left. Orihime stared back at him before approaching her room.
" Hello Ulquiorra-san." She said quietly, wobbling into her room. Ulquiorra simply stepped into the room as Orihime slouched onto the bed. Her mind went numb for a moment before she heard water running and the smell of steam. She look gratefully at the silhouette of Ulquiorra in the bathroom. She stood and stripped out of her clothing.
" Oh no..." She had left her clothes in the training hall. She tossed the thought and stepped into the tub. Ulquiorra watched her as her face crossed with worry for a second before she shook her head and stepped into the tub. He could smell the slight tint of sweat and he surmised himself to the pleasure it brought him.
Orihimes breath caught in her throat alerting Ulquiorra. He took a step forward before realizing that Orihime had fallen asleep in the bathtub. On a whim, he stepped around from behind and stood in front of her.
" Unbelievable..."
_O.o_
"Menoli...dear poor pathetic Menoli." He stared down at her ugly dull eyes as she stared back with fright.
" I asked you not to make noise didn't I?" She went to open her mouth but stopped, sensing the trap. Her tired body was covered with sweat and her breasts heaved from her breathing.
" So close too...so very close. You pain me Menoli..." He pulled out of her and she caught her breath from the sensation. He was still aroused. She hadn't satisfied him. Her eyes pooled with anger and worry. He moved from the bed and stood, letting her stare at him.
" Do you think you are worthy Menoli?" His brown eyes stared critically into hers. She shook her head quickly, sitting up in the soiled bed. She pulled the sheets around her as a shield.
" Menoli, I did not hear you." He glared down at her with a smirk on his lips. She looked back at him, confused at his words.
" Speak Menoli. It is over and clearly you are not the goddess I was imagining you to be, so speak." His words cut into her but she spoke nevertheless.
" No, Aizen-Sama I am not worthy." She hurried. He sat by her on the bed, without touching her.
" What did you do wrong? Why did we not finish?" His voice slid over her making her shiver.
" I moaned, Aizen-Sama." She whispered.
" Menoli, why did you moan?" he asked. Her back straightened at his question. She opened her mouth and closed it again.
" Go on, it's okay, you can tell me." His acting stabbed her and scared her. She was repulsed. She was going to die, and she knew it.
" Because i—it felt good Sir." She said. His eyebrow twitched higher briefly in carefully rehearsed confusion.
" What felt good Menoli?" He smirked when she began to cry.
" I suppose you would like me to forgive you, yes?" She snapped to attention and nodded. Aizen grabbed her hair and shoved her onto her stomach.
" Very well." He said, pulling her hips up to his and she cried out when he pressed himself against her. She waited for him to re-enter her flesh, but he did not.
" Aizen-Sama?" She felt his breath against her back.
" Did you think that it would be kind? Perhaps I am getting too soft..." He stepped away from her and opened the door to his room.
" Gin, send for Noitra, I have a gift for him."
_o.O_
Orihimes chest had gotten smaller it seemed. More proportional to her petite body. Still very large, but more natural. This thing he called madness stirred in him as her head rolled to the side and she inhaled a deep breath, her chest raising above the surface of the water and then back under.
His eyes were pulled to her bright red curls between her legs. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn't been with many women, he found it a sweaty nuisance. He wouldn't deny it's pleasure however. He had seen many women, and none with such red curls. It was quite beautiful.
He couldn't blame Aizen. He didn't like what he was doing, but he knew why he did it. She was his Helen of Troy. His beauty. And he has already gone to war for her. He knelt down and poked a finger into the water. Already beginning to cool. He returned to his position and called her name. She jerked and turned her head to look at him.
" Oops," She said, " I dozed off for a moment. Sorry." He didn't look at her.
" Your water is getting cold." She reached for the soap and began cleaning herself. After she had washed her hair he heard her grunt. He looked and saw her scrubbing herself with the soap again. She was rubbing to roughly for it to be for her pleasure. She was growling in the back of her throat. Tears were streaking down her pale cheeks. She had a dream, a dream of a dreadful memory.
He stepped around to the front of the tub and reached into the water, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her body before she hurt herself. She stared at him through angry hazy eyes. He replied simply:
" The feeling, nor the memory will ever go away....Orihime."
More exciting stuff next time. I thought it was pretty intense though. I hoped you liked it! Reviews are lovely. See ya next time!
-WM