A.N.: This is a request by WhoFeedYasuo. Shoutout to Teloch for helping me come up with this chapter.
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Warning: Lemon! Dubcon! Bit Yuri!

Chapter Four

Days later….
Kurosaki House; Ichigo's Room

In bed lay Ichigo, sleeping sound after being brought home by Rukia. His body was wrapped in bandages, a result of his disastrous second fight with the Espada, Grimmjow. The moon hung high as he slept, unaware of the intruder in his room.

Orihime Inoue phased through the wall, having been forced into an ultimatum by Ulquiorra to join the Arrancars. She'd been told to only say an unseen goodbye to one person and she chose Ichigo. She saw Rukia enter the room and flinched before realizing that Rukia couldn't see her thanks to the bracelet that Ulquiorra gave her. Rukia quietly picked up Yuzu and Karin, the two sleeping at the foot of Ichigo's bed and carried them out of the room so that she could put them to their own beds. Once both twins were snug inside their beds Rukia closed the door, leaving Orihime alone with Ichigo.

Leaning over her friend, Orihime felt her heart break in two. She didn't know if Ichigo would ever forgive her for what she was doing but she hoped that one day she could understand. Seeing his injured right arm, she quickly healed it; she was grateful that she could help Ichigo one last time.

Knowing that this was her one chance to give in to her desires, Orihime leaned forward, her lips inching ever closer to Ichigo's…until she stopped. "I can't…I just can't…." She leaned back up and sighed. "I can't do it," she said through her tears.

A voice from the dark came out of nowhere and made her want to jump out of her skin. "Come now, Orihime. That was such a touching scene. Don't spoil the moment now…."

Looking around for the source of the mysterious voice, Orihime almost let out an unavoidable scream when she felt hands touch her shoulders, gently rubbing them. Whirling around, Orihime's hazel eyes went wide at the sight of the woman, Souske Aizen. "You!" she gasped, almost stumbling backwards onto the bed and landing on top of Ichigo. "But…but Ulquiorra…he promised-"

The brunette clad in a black robe put a finger to the girl's lips and shushed her. "You have nothing to fear, Orihime. I have not come to harm Ichigo." Aizen made a quick lie on the spot to cover her misadventure, "I am simply here to ensure that you keep your promise. It occurred to me that you might try to signal your friends in some way."

Orihime mentally cursed, realizing she could've done exactly that. But her chance came and went and she knew she couldn't try subterfuge in front of someone as manipulative as Aizen. She gave one last look at Ichigo before turning back to the villainess. "I've said my goodbye. Let's go," she said, taking a step forward. When Aizen held up a hand she blinked. "What is it?"

As much as it chafed Aizen to see the boy she'd been toying with being almost kissed by another girl Aizen knew an opportunity to mess with both Ichigo and his best friend when she saw it.

And if she could have a little fun as well then two birds, one stone.

Putting her hands on Orihime's shoulders, the older woman turned the teen around and gestured to the still-sleeping Ichigo. "Since this is the last you'll ever see your friend, it would be rude of me to not let you finish what you started…."

It burned Orihime to hear her say that she would never see Ichigo again after this. But she saw the peaceful look on Ichigo's face and knew in her heart that she had to keep going now while she was here. Giving an awkward glance to the villainess behind her, she leaned forward again and closed her eyes.

Ichigo lay still as Orihime planted her lips on his, giving him her first kiss. It would've been a touching moment had not Aizen been right behind her watching it all. Orihime felt her heart flutter as she glued her lips to Ichigo's, wishing that the moment could last forever.

Aizen smiled at the romantic sight, feeling a little aroused. She slowly over to the door and silently locked it.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Orihime, who watched as the woman walked back over to her and the sleeping Ichigo. "What are you doing? Shouldn't we be leaving?"

"Oh we will. But the night is still young, Orihime." She walked over to the sleeping Ichigo and put her hands on his temples.

"What are you doing?" Orihime gasped in alarm when she saw Aizen's hands glow.

"Don't worry. It's just a little something to make sure Ichigo stays asleep." Finishing her deep sleep spell she turned to Orihime and gave her a smile that made her shiver. "Orihime, I'm going to amend our agreement."

"Amend…our agreement."

"Yes." She walked over and put her hands on the frightened teen's shoulders. "Yes. I want you to do everything I say. You and I will simply be having a little fun with Ichigo, that's all." She leaned forward and whispered into Orihime's ear. "Take off your clothes."

"Wh-what?!" Orihime gasped, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. She turned to Ichigo who slept soundly. "But-"

"Don't worry," Aizen said. The woman patted her head and reached for her robe. "Here. I'll help you get comfortable."

Orihime's cheeks burned brighter when the woman disrobed in front of her, revealing her beautiful naked body. "A-Aizen!" she gasped in embarrassment. "You're not wearing anything underneath that robe?"

The naked villainess reached for Orihime's top. "It'll be our little secret." Orihime, knowing better, stood still as Aizen removed her shirt. The orangete shivered as the older woman's hands went to her skirt, unclasping it. Standing there in her white bra and panties, Orihime shivered while looking away from the naked villainess.

The sight of the teen in her underwear made Aizen wet. Reaching around, she unclasped Orihime's white bra and cupped her bouncy breasts. "My, my, Orihime," she purred while squeezing them gently. "You're quite the beautiful young lady." Taking hold of the naked teen's hand she guided her over to the sleeping Ichigo.

Orihime stood and watched awkwardly while Aizen pulled the sheet back to expose Ichigo's body. "What are you doing?" she asked, covering her private parts with her hands.

"Orihime, I want you to do something for me." The devious cogs in Aizen's head turned and gave her the most lewd idea. "I want you to sit on Ichigo's face."

The teen's ears burned so bright that Aizen wondered if steam was going to shoot out. "You…you want me to what?!" she stammered. "But…but…."

"Orihime," Aizen said in a tone that brokered no dissent. "Sit on Ichigo's face."

Shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Orihime got onto Ichigo's bed. Sweat ran down Orihime's back as chills racked her from the hot stare Aizen was giving her. She sat above Ichigo's head and looked down at her friend, who slept not knowing that his naked friend was straddling his head, her moist womanhood inches from his face. She looked back up at Aizen, the villain giving her a look that said "Go on." Hoping that Ichigo would forgive her if they ever met again she lowered her hips.

Orihime didn't know what she was expecting of this. But what she wasn't expecting was for Ichigo to reach up and clutch her legs before his tongue came out to lick her pussy. "OH?!" Orihime gasped in shock, her face twisting from the bizarre feeling of getting tongued. "What? Ichigo…what are you?"

Pulling down Ichigo's pants, Aizen elaborated. "Ichigo is still asleep, Orihime. But it would seem he's having quite the dream…" she said with a grin. "And what's this?" she said while pulling Ichigo's boxers down, exposing his manhood. "I'd say he's having such a nice dream, don't you agree?"

Biting down on her lower lip, Orihime put her hands on Ichigo's chest and tried to control her ragged breathing. "Mmmmhh!" Ichigo's tongue felt so good, like nothing she'd ever felt before; Orihime was too innocent to indulge in such pleasures as masturbation so she never knew it could feel so good to be touched down there. Her pink cheeks turned brighter when she saw her enemy take her friend into her mouth, the brunette bobbing her head up and down and taking him deep down her throat. 'Ichigo's so hard. What's he dreaming about?' Orihime couldn't help but wonder.

Ichigo lay on the sandy beach, eagerly licking the folds of the woman on top of him while she sucked him off, the two indulging in the sixty-nine position. His tongue tasted his partner's juices and felt his cock twitch inside her mouth. "Mmmmhh!" he moaned, his tongue flicking against her clit while his hands gripped her soft ass.

Aizen continued to suck Ichigo off, taking him deep into her mouth. Ichigo had been chilling on the beach when the villainess emerged from the water clad in a bikini. Ichigo didn't resist when she pulled down his swim trunks, removed her own bikini and climbed on top of him. Her tongue was flattened by his large girth. "Glllckk!" she gagged, taking him ever deeper until her nose pressed against his balls. Pulling back her head she gripped him with her hand and jerked him off. "You like that, Ichigo?" she teased as her hand glided up and down.

Ichigo's response was a muffled moan while he continued eating her out. He pressed his fingers against her backdoor, making the villainess shiver as he fingered her asshole. His tongue diving deep into her womanhood, Ichigo bucked his hips into her hand, his tip touching her mouth. Opening her mouth again Aizen took him back in while Ichigo continued licking her pussy and fingering her asshole.

Orihime was trying her hardest to not cry out. She knew from what Aizen said that nobody would hear her but she didn't want to let the woman hear her moan in pleasure. "Mmmmhhh!" she moaned behind her hand. While Ichigo pleasured his friend unknowingly with his tongue his hands cupped her round ass, his fingers circling her backdoor.

Licking Ichigo's long shaft while her hand cupped his balls, the naked Aizen smirked from how Orihime tried to hide her face and her voice away behind her hand. "Let him hear it, Orihime," she commanded, sitting up. Straddling Ichigo's waist she wedged Ichigo's thick cock between her luscious asscheeks, rolling her hips. Reaching forward, the brunette wrenched her hands away from Orihime's face, smiling wickedly at how the young innocent teen's face twisted with ecstasy. "Does that feel good, Orihime?" she asked, leaning forward and tracing her jaw with a finger. "Say it."

"Yes…" Orihime weakly moaned. Her hips moved with a mind of their own and she soon found herself rolling her hips in unison with Aizen. "It feels good!" 'My whole body is tingling!' The teen's pleasure grew when Aizen leaned her head down and pushed up Orihime's breasts, sucking on her hardened nipples. 'My belly feels like it's going to explode!' the girl went, her toes curling. "I'm…I'm going to…to…." Her eyes squeezed shut and she wrapped her arms around her captor's shoulders, clinging to the woman as she came all over Ichigo's face. "Ahhhhhhh!"

Aizen grinned, watching Orihime cum all over Ichigo's face. She was doubly satisfied when Ichigo gave a muffled moan and cum all over her backside, her ass becoming covered in white cum. She would've liked to have satisfied her own burning need but watching Ichigo's friend debase herself in front of her was a good enough reward in its own right. 'And besides,' she thought lewdly, 'who's to say I can't have her make up for interrupting my time with Ichigo later on?'

Getting off of Ichigo, Aizen lifted Orihime off of Ichigo's face and set her on her feet, Orihime's legs wobbling. Grabbing one of Ichigo's old shirts from a laundry hamper, Aizen cleaned her backside off before gesturing for Orihime to get dressed. She put her black robe back on and then pulled Ichigo's pants back up and tucked him back in. Turning to the dressed Orihime, Aizen formed a Garganta. "Well now, Orihime, now that you said your goodbyes, let us be off."

Orihime nodded, giving one last look at her sleeping friend, wondering if she'd ever see him again before she followed Aizen into to the void. The Garganta closed behind them leaving Ichigo sound asleep.

The next morning….

Ichigo sat up and yawned, feeling strange. When he saw his right arm he realized that it'd been healed. "Wait…did Orihime do this?" he wondered. He looked around but saw no sign of her. Then he felt something on his face and realized his face was wet. "What the-" He looked down and saw his pillow was wet.

"Dammit! I drooled all over myself again!"

To be continued