Dear Readers:

There are more and more of you who are following my story closely. This is really exciting, sooo I will try to work on it harder :D! Thanks to those of you who have posted reviews or messaged me, encouraged me, or even pointed out little (or major lol) details I missed. You're all too kind. Sadly, I have to inform you all that due to New Year's events, I won't be able to post updates as often D: (ohhh the horrorrrrr.) I will try to make up for it by making the following chapter the anxiously awaited lemon. He he! M content warning.

Respectfully,

Amarelle Topaze.


Chapter 11- Barren

The room was dark. Only the dim light of the moon shone through the sheer curtains to her room, illuminating the two figures standing in the center, although one of them evidently darker than the other.

Afraid? The word echoed in her head. No, she felt overwhelmed by all the emotions colliding in her heart, all the emotions he had just poured on her. She saw now how different both were, but this could not change the way either one of them felt. Their love had long transcended the barrier of fear. It was irrevocable. There was not one thing she could say displeased her about him. The way he talked to her, the way he held her, the way he looked at her, the way he doted on her, everything was so charming. He was so great in every way, and because of this she had always somehow felt tiny at his side, miniscule, so little.

Compared to Ulquiorra she was inferior in every way. Both his presence and personality were imposing, elegant, so dignified, and now his appearance topped it all off. Yet he was the one that made her feel like she was above all and everything else. He had put his precious jewel in a pedestal high above the skies, unreachable to all but him. He would keep guard over her; he would protect and cherish her for as long as he lived. She knew this; she was definitely not scared. She admired him greatly.

His face now was so close to hers, but he would not kiss her, would not dare breach the gap separating them; he was waiting for her. She placed her hands tenderly on his arms brushing his skin, making little circles with her thumb, a tiny smile making its way to her lips. She finally spoke, her voice barely audible, "Somebody told me not too long ago, that it was foolish to put such unnecessary strain in your heart… so don't think I'd be afraid of you, or that I would ever turn away from you. I … I love you… I just needed a moment to adjust, that's all… Ulquiorra… there have been too many times that I…" She could not finish her sentence. Anything else she could have said after that would just be rambling on; she had already said all he needed to hear. Holding her by the wrists firmly he had pulled her body flush towards him, kissing her, savoring more of that delicious flavor on her lips he wanted to taste. Orihime did not protest, soon she would be lost in his embrace once more.

Her arms were around his neck, and went wandering all over his back, back up to his ruffled black hair, even his ivory horns, feeling down to his lean shoulders, his strong arms. He was so tempting. Her feathery touches roaming all over his exposed torso, occasionally giving him a little squeeze. He was hers just as much as she was his, and she was no longer shy about this fact. Her innermost desires were rising up to her very skin, the anticipation and heat building up inside her stomach, she wanted to explore every inch of his body. Ulquiorra, needless to say, had already taken ownership of the situation, no longer able to control the evident urgency in his actions; he wanted nothing more than to claim his woman once more.

He pulled her closer to him, he wanted desperately to feel the delightful sensation of her body against his own, and there was a grunt of disappointment when he felt her clothes where in the way of his lust. He broke the kiss to look at her face. Orihime's cheeks were blushed pink and her grey eyes were clouded in a daze, her mouth semi-open from when he had abruptly left her lips, a thin string of saliva trickling from her tongue to connect to his own. This is how he wanted to see her, this face only he could ever get to witness, the face only he could make her do. He kept holding on to her chin, tilting her head up a little to keep her focus on him, he wanted her to keep looking at him, and he didn't want to miss not even one expression from her lovely face.

Ulquiorra whipped his long, black tail, swishing it around them, and then proceeded to wind it up her delicate body, achingly slow, feeling every curve and crevice, twitching, coiling it around her waist, settling the tip suggestively in between her breasts, which were regrettably covered by her shirt. An inconvenience he would soon get rid of. Breaking eye contact and looking down to her body, Ulquiorra let go of her chin, tracing his index finger down her jawline to her neck and collar bone, stretching the neck of her shirt down, he thought about how much he would enjoy her this time.

He tore her clothes off in one swift motion, so impulsive, fragments scattered on the floor, leaving her naked body exposed to his eyes, to his wanton fascination. He took in the sight of the woman in his grip. Her facial expression, her body growing steadily hot and overly sensitive, the little panting noises she was making, all for him.

Orihime did not mind her clothes being turned to shreds; this was the least of her thoughts right now. She felt such heat in her body she wondered if this was normal. Well, she knew this entire situation was out of the ordinary; therefore she could not go based on any related stories she had heard before. Not even her previous experience with him had been quite like this. She had never known what to do with Ulquiorra, though, he was just so unpredictable, his actions so shamelessly blunt. But she could not control this irresistible attraction; not that she disliked it, but there was something definitely unearthly about it.

It's just that, her sense of reasoning seemed to be slipping away from her. It felt almost like she was being entirely overtaken by this feeling, losing her sense of reality, and Ulquiorra was the reason. She let go of her apprehension when she thought of him; if he was there, and if he was the cause of all this euphoria within her, then she would give in to this madness. She would give in to him.

Still in his grip, Ulquiorra traced the outline of the woman's body, inhaling her alluring scent, his mouth salivating, his eyes following the path his hands were making down her seemingly perfect body. He then brought both his index and middle finger inside his mouth, trickling with his own saliva, he reached down to her already wet folds; the hot and sticky feeling of her juices soaking his fingers, dripping down to her thighs. He was playing with her nub, occasionally inserting a finger or two inside, making her squirm in his grasp.

Ulquiorra was intoxicated by the scent emanating from her, he reached out with his other hand to the back of her head, pressing his lips to hers fiercely, provoking her further with the wild movements of his tongue. Licking off the taste of her kiss from his own lips, he again pulled away, only to bring up the two fingers he had used to play with her wet folds, sticking them in her own mouth. His actions always left her hanging over the edge, giving her such pleasure to just stop abruptly and take it away. But this is what he liked; this is what he wanted to see, this is what lured her in.

Such a lewd action, she thought, as she teasingly sucked and licked off her own juices from his long, elegant fingers. She watched his expression grow more intense, as he finally loosened the tightness of his tail around her, releasing his hold only to claim her lips with his once more, tasting her arousal in her mouth, embracing the fullness of her hot, delicate body against his. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes; he wanted her to feel his arousal as well, eliciting a sudden gasp from her that was quickly drowned away in his searing mouth.

His size was something else, she knew this from before, but could not help her surprised reaction when he rubbed his manhood against her center. There was an enticing aroma in the air around her, and she realized it emanated from Ulquiorra; his scent. Such strong scent. She seemed to be highly sensitive to anything and everything that came from him. Now his smell was something new, it called to awaken her senses, making her skin tingle, and she would almost shudder whenever he touched her.

She could feel a change in her; it was almost like her own body was changing to resonate with his. He was holding on to her tightly, possessively, groping and fondling her voluptuous mounds, teasingly, pushing up her rear as if to give his member more access to rub against her exquisite wetness. His scent only became stronger and stronger around her, and she realized he was enveloping them both with his enormous black wings; the soft, velvety feel brushing her skin from behind.

He had shut the outside world to her, heightened her senses for him, and stirred her thoughts to belong only to him. She was done, and every last bit of her self-control succumbed to this desire inside of her, this desire that threatened to make her lose her sanity. More, she wanted more, she wanted to have more of him; she wanted to give him more.

He complied.

Setting her down at the edge of the bed, he positioned himself at her entrance, and slowly inserted the full length of his member deep within her core. An animalistic grunt rippling through his chest, he began the pleasurable swaying of his hips, rocking against her. He pushed his body forward and looked for that tender spot and the sweet taste of her neck. Orihime was arching her back and ruffling the espada's silky hair, as he was lost in the crook of her neck, making a viscous love mark. Orihime began whimpering loudly, getting his attention; he wanted to see her expression.

He pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her, slowing his pace down, she looked at him pleadingly, wanting more, almost begging him to continue. Reaching out to his torso with both her arms she tried to pull him back to her, but he quickly grabbed hold of her wrists with a whip of his tail, putting them above her head. He would not let her gain control over the situation.

He pulled completely out of her, leaving her empty, yearning. He sat up and grabbed her soft creamy thighs, spreading them apart to give him a better view of her sex. He gently stroke her sensitive nub with his finger, making her squirm, he wanted to taste her again. Licking her juices off his own finger he leaned forward and hovered over her teasingly, not touching her, he just wanted to look at her.

Her rosy cheeks, her beautiful long hair that spread wildly on the bed, the heaving of her chest, she was all his. Those piercing eyes of his scanning over her body; he was admiring his prey. He lowered his head close to her ample breasts, and Orihime could have sworn she saw a small smirk and a wink in his eye right before he dove in to capture one of her erect nipples in his mouth. He kissed and sucked on both her nipples, circling his tongue around them and occasionally giving them a little pull, a tiny bite.

Orihime felt shivers run down her spine, she wanted to touch him badly, but was restrained from doing so by that devilish tail of his. He started rubbing his throbbing member against her again, and she thought she would not be able to take much more of his torture. Much to her pleasure, he finally decided to end her punishment, or rather, begin with her punishment, stretching her walls and filling her insides once more with the fullness of his cock. "Yesss…" She found herself crying out loud, as she could feel him pulsating deeply inside her womb.

Her little cry of satisfaction and enjoyment had not gone unnoticed in Ulquiorra's ears. This woman was about to drive him over the edge, but he would not let her. Not before he could ravage her whole. He quickly sat up again and brought her legs up to his shoulders, raising her rear up a little to adjust her to this new position. He pounded into her hard, holding on to her hips, watching her toss her head from side to side in ecstasy. He loved every one of her reactions, edging him to go on, her insides became tighter and tighter around him and she was panting heavily. It was something in the way she let herself go for him, her breasts bouncing unrestrained to the rhythm of his savage, primitive thrusts. Ahhh yes, this woman would be his doom; and he would oblige.

Ulquiorra let go of her wrists and was surprised at her next move. Orihime wasted no time, and as soon as she was released, she had removed herself from him, had sat up straight and was on her knees facing him. She had thrown her arms around him and was rubbing her heated body seductively against his own, kissing him fervently, her hands now wandering lower to get a hold of his predominant erection. She wanted to touch him, just as he had done to her; she also felt the urge to explore his most intimate parts. Ulquiorra did not think to subdue to her, but all those thoughts suddenly vanished, quickly being replaced by the immense pleasure he was feeling from her actions.

She was stroking him vigorously; knowing her actions were causing him such pleasure just encouraged her to keep going. But she found herself wanting more from him; she was teasing him almost as much as she was teasing herself. She finally grabbed his manhood to rub the glossy tip on her own wet folds, while painstakingly calling Ulquiorra's name.

Ulquiorra wasted no more time and eagerly seized her, mounting her on top of him. She threw her head back consumed in her own ardor and desire, feeling how the last inch of him slipped onto her. Their bodies were both covered in sweat, both euphoric and out of breath as they became one. He held her by the small dent of her back, while with his other hand he kept hold of her jaw, taking complete control of her lips while roughly thrusting into her harder and harder; his dominant nature evident in all his actions, while in contrast she was so docile under his touch.

She finally came to her release, crying out a suppressed moan that was caught in the intensity of his kiss. She was squeezing him tighter, her high-pitched suppressed moans still audible, and he found her irresistible. He followed suit shortly after, a rather rough growl escaping his lips as he shot his hot seed deep inside of her. She could feel the hot liquid filling her womb, and then sipping out; such an erotic feeling.

She knew she would never have a moment like this again in her life. For as long as she lived she would love this man, and every moment spent with him would be a unique treasure in her memory. Ulquiorra, on the other hand, was already planning to have many more moments like this one in the near future. He was not ever planning on letting go of the ravishing woman he was holding in his arms, he would keep her until the end of time.