First off, I want to take a moment to thank "Talia", OnceUponABlueMoonDream, RG-Guest, "Klara" and "chrollo lucifer" for all their wonderful feedback on the previous chapter. That said, I think that 'BlueMoonDream' will be particularly pleased with this chapter. Also, I'm glad that the "discourse" in the reviews between 'BMD' and RG-Guest is so civil. As a person who's been active on this site for over fifteen years, I can certainly appreciate civility.
Warning: Contains explicit (consensual) Sexual Content.
TO FORGE A
BETTER TOMORROW
Chapter LVI: "Aftermath"
The Living Realm, Karakura City...
"Ichigo, what I am offering you is genuine, the power to make a real difference- to become part of something great." Darkwood spoke passionately. "What you have achieved so far, it's just a fraction of your true potential... Let me help you, let me show the way to realizing it."
"Ichigo!" Urahara called out, desperate to try prevent what was unfolding before his eyes.
But the teen said nothing. "I... I'm done being used, and lied to..." Ichigo replied.
Darkwood smiled at this and extended his hand out to the teen.
"ICHIGO, NO!" Urahara cried out, powerless as Ichigo took the hand offered to him.
"I'm ready... Show me."
Urahara could only look on in shook and disbelief- almost as if this was some kind of nightmarish out-of-body experience- as the two of them vanished before his eyes in a flash of light, leaving the injured and fallen man alone inside of the parking garage...
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
"What happened to him?" Soifon asked, the obvious worry in the female Captain's voice mirroring the others as she observed the still unresponsive Yumichika. While not being friends with the man, she was still empathetic enough to be concerned for the well-being of another.
"At the moment... we just don't know." Captain Hitsugaya lamented, shaking his head.
The Tercera Espada said nothing, preferring instead to observe and react as events played out...
Szayel stepped forward, snapping his fingers in front of the purple-haired man's face, frowning at the lack of response from him. "Psychology isn't my area of expertise," The Arrancar commented, looking to the others. "But from what I do know, based on how he's acting now..." He paused. "I'd have to say that he's in what some kind of dissociative state."
Adjusting his glasses, the pink-haired Espada looked to the others. "And it's almost certainly the direct result of some traumatic event that befell him." Szayel added, stepping back and tucking his hands into his pockets. "The act of 'shutting down' is a sadly common reaction."
Toshiro and Rangiku exchanged uneasy looks between them...
"Tell me, where is Officer Madarame?" He went on to ask.
When the other didn't respond, the pink-haired Arrancar simple nodded. "...I see." Szayel commented, adjusting his glasses. "A pity." He added, crossing his arms. "And I was just getting to like him..."
A notification sound came through Soifon's earpiece, and she stepped back to listen...
Everyone else gathered together at the scene turned toward the petite woman, each of them sporting varying degrees of interest visible upon their faces as they regarded her.
"I just received word from my Lieutenant," Soifon spoke up, returning to the fold. "He said that he was contacted by Lieutenant Abarai's team, and that they've found the rest of the Support Team."
"I'll go meet up with them and confirm their status." Tia Halibell interjected, gaining the attention of the others. "Given that things are stable here, I'm no longer needed for the moment."
Without any further preamble, the various Shinigami present were left to look on as the tall, bronze-skinned female disappeared in a flurry of Sonido.
"Well," Toshiro started, crossing his arms. "That's one less loose end to worry about, at least."
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
Jinx stepped back, her blue-green eyes still focused intently on Chad, when a beeping sound emanated from somewhere on her. Tugging on the front of her tight leather vest- revealing more of the pale valley of her cleavage in the process- she reached down and produced a slender cellphone.
Chad looked on, as she looked at the screen and grinned. "It looks like I'm needed elsewhere." Jinx casually remarked. "Well now, handsome... As much as I hate to have to cut our date short, especially since we've been having sooo much fun, I'm afraid I have other duties requiring my attention."
"What are you talking about?" Chad replied, both confused and frustrated.
"You'll understand, some day, when we have more time." Jinx replied, before disappearing in a blur of motion and reappearing before him. "And there will be a next time." She added, her tone seductive, as she leaned in close. "After all, you really know how to show a lady a good time."
He was immediately alarmed by her extreme proximity. "What are you-" He started to say, only for the decorated woman to cut him off when she closed the gap between them by kissing him.
After a few moments, she stepped back with a smile. "Maybe that'll help you to remember me, until we meet again." Jinx offered playfully. "Because I'll certainly be thinking of you..."
Jinx paused, popping her neck and flexing her muscles. "That, and the fact that the next time we meet, I'm gonna fuck you so hard that at least one of us forgets how to walk."
The tall swarthy youth could only look on dumbly as she gave a final smile, then vanished!
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
Tatsuki Arisawa looked up as the front door to Shop Urahara opened, revealing Ulquiorra (now in his sealed form, with his sword at his side) and Uryu Ishida.
The young woman ran over to embrace her boyfriend, before looking to the Espada. "Ulquiorra," she started. "Some strange man, dressed all in white- like the one you described- he showed up earlier, with Orihime, and said that she was unharmed, but that she would be 'tired' and 'needed rest'..."
"He also said that you would understand what he meant." Tatsuki went on. "Ulquiorra, tell me... does any of that make sense to you?" The young woman asked.
The Cuatro Espada didn't respond at first, but eventually nodded. "I... I'll explain later." He replied, if somewhat cryptically. "...Right now, I need to go check on her."
"Wait!" Yoruichi spoke up, entering the front of the shop. "Have either of you seen Urahara?" The dusky-skinned woman asked, an uncharacteristic worried look on her face.
When neither responded, Yoruichi's shoulders slumped. "Dammit!" She exclaimed, fury visible in her gold eyes. "It's just like him, to go running off- on nothing more than one of his bullshit theories!" She continued, anger masking her worry. "I knew something bad was going to happen, I just knew it!"
Without comment, Ulquiorra made his way to the part of the shop where he sensed Orihime...
The next thing they knew, the sound of the bell jingling alerted everyone gathered in the front area to the arrival of none other than Kisuke Urahara. Setting his device down), he unceremoniously slumped down onto the floor of the shop. Removing his hat, he rubbed his temples...
"Kisuke...?" Yoruichi spoke. The cat-like woman had a worried look on her face as she approached the man, even more so when she received no response from him.
"Urahara-san?" Tatsuki inquired, again to no luck.
To their confusion, the Captain-turned-Shopkeeper rose to his feet, and- planting his hat back upon his mop of pale-blonde hair- made his way into the back, not saying a word.
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
Orihime awoke with a start!
Initially, she panicked, recalling her run-in with the strangely-dressed people...
"What's a nice girl like you doing running around on a day like this?" The man in the long black coat asked her, an undercurrent of menace in his tone as he smiled.
However, she almost immediately realized that she was somewhere else. It was dark, darker than she remembered, just moments before she'd lost consciousness. It took a moment for soft her warm brown eyes to adjust. The young redhead was in a darkened room, laying on a cot.
Then, another memory flashed through her mind: She was engulfed entirely in a shining white-golden aura, that almost hurt the eyes of the strangers who'd gathered around her.
"This is some serious 'Poltergeist' bullshit!" One of them exclaimed, visibly panicked.
The young woman to put that line of thought on hold, taking a moment to compose herself and remind herself that she was safe now. The next thing she realized, was that she wasn't alone...
"Ulquiorra...?" Orihime started, watching as the seated figure nodded.
"I was beginning to wonder when you'd wake up." He spoke, his tone subdued. There was something else to it as well, something she knew him well enough to recognize- he was on edge.
"How'd I get here?" She asked.
He didn't respond at first. She watched as he got to his feet and moved to turn on a nearby lamp, filling the room with muted light- confirming for her that he was out of his Gigai.
"Tatsuki says that you were brought here." Ulquiorra replied in a tone more akin to how he'd spoken to her they'd first met, hands in the pockets of his hakama as he sat down. "...By a 'Man in White'."
"A man... in white." Orihime repeated. "Wait, do you mean the one who showed up in our apartment, when I lost lost consciousness in the kitchen?" She asked, realization dawning on her.
Again, he nodded. "It would seem so." The powerful Arrancar answered, not making eye-contact, an inscrutable expression upon his bone-white features. "Orihime, what do you remember?"
"What do you mean?" She responded.
He looked to her, his unearthly green eyes meeting her soft brown ones. "Something is happening to you, and it's not just causing you to loose consciousness." Ulquiorra responded. "In fact, I believe that it may also be related- in some way- to the fact that your powers have been growing."
At hearing the assertion, Orihime was struck by a wash of memories: including what Nelliel-Tu had told her once restored to her original form, when she had unconsciously restored Kukaku Shiba's lost arm, and when she'd killed the attacking Sternritter with a 'super charged' Koten Zanshun...
Ulquiorra stood up, looking to her. "Orihime, are you scared?" He asked, offering her his hand.
The way he'd said it, it told her that the he was fully aware of what he had said. "No." Orihime replied resolutely, quickly rising to her feet and accepting his hand.
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
Thinking back on it, Chad couldn't help but feel he could have picked a better time to show up...
"H- how could this happen?!" Tatsuki exclaimed, furious. "Why would Ichigo turn his back on us, his friends and family, a- and side with these people?!" The dark-haired girl practically fumed.
"Because we failed him." Urahara spoke, his tone grim.
"What the hell are you talking about, Kisuke?" Yoruichi asked, hands on her shapely hips.
Despite being more or less uninjured, the ex-Shinigami had an almost tired, even beaten down look about him, as he stood before mix of humans and Soul Reapers.
"All we thought about at the time, was his potential, not what was best for him." Urahara replied, looking to everyone who'd gathered together in the room beneath the shop. "Sure, we were fighting the Hollows, but that doesn't excuse the fact that we turned him into a soldier for our own ends."
He paused, chuckling darkly to himself. "In any other instances, training a teen to fight an enemy, then knowingly sending them into situations to fight them, would be called indoctrination."
"But the situation was different." Yoruichi protested.
"Was it really?" Urahara countered. "After all, the end result is the same..."
"And that would be?" Uryu asked, adjusting his wire-frame glasses.
Upon hearing this, both the dark-haired tomboy and the golden-eyed woman turned and glared at the decidedly haggered man. The whole time, the Quincy noted that the former Shinigami made no effort to defend himself, instead remaining in the room and simply baring their ire.
Urahara briefly looked to the bespectacled teen, before replying. "That any chance of Ichigo Kurosaki being able to have a normal happy life was effectively lost." He replied pointedly.
Tatsuki shook her head. "This, this whole situation... is completely fucked." The spiky-haired tomboy commented, an air of grim resignation about her. "What the hell do we even tell the others now? Fuck, what do we tell his family- what do we say to his Dad, to Karin and Yuzu?"
"I- I'll think of something, I-" Yoruichi started to reply, only to be interrupted.
"No." Her long time partner spoke up. "If anyone, it should fall to me." Urahara announced, silencing any further comment from the others with the defeated expression he gave.
"After all," he continued. "I was the last person to see him."
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
Orihime wasn't sure what to make of the situation, given everything that had happened. On one hand, nothing close to enough time for her to fully process all that had passed...
And yet, on the other hand, as she gazed up into the haunting yellow eyes of the figure above her, she realized that this was something that he needed. And on another level, Orihime also understood that this was something that she wanted as well. Smiling, she reached up to caress his cheek.
In response, a clawed hand covered her own...
Ulquiorra was once again in his Segunda Etapa, the spirit of his Zanpakuto Murcielago fully merged with him now: As such, his eyes were now even more animalistic, yellow- with slit pupils- set against dark green sclera; wide streams of back blood replacing his teal tear-lines. His black hair was longer, reaching to the nape of his his neck, while long bone-white horns projected from his inky mop.
The same dark blood appeared to 'flow' from the Hollow Hole high in his chest, running down the hard abs of his lean midsection, disappearing into the black fur covering his lower body; the same black fur that covered his arms- from his hands to mid-way up his biceps. Large bat-like wings projected out of his back, out of a small forest of feathery black fur, while his tail idly shifted back and forth.
"Are you scared?" He asked her, in a hushed tone. Even as he'd spoken those three words, the faintest hint of a smile was visible, slight curves in the corners of his lips.
"No." She replied, with a shake of her head, the exchange now more of a personal mantra between the two of them, than a legitimate question. Especially as he knew her answer.
His full dark brows arched up as he smiled dangerously at hearing her response. With that, the next thing to happen was him leaning down to deliver a heated kiss to her lips- a gesture which she eagerly returned. Feeling his tongue against hers, she moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him and practically melting against him as the two of them kissed.
As soon as she'd taken his hand, he'd scooped her up into his arms they'd departed from the shop- via a small Gargantua that he'd generated- emerging somewhere outside. After that, everything else was a bit of a blur for the young woman as the green-eyed Arrancar had delivered them to some secluded place- possibly in the woods outside of Karakura- and promptly transformed into his current form.
Orihime didn't recognize anything... Though she hadn't really been able to focus as the demon-like Arrancar had wasted no time in expressing himself! Ulquiorra had practically pounced upon her, as he then proceeded to strip her of her clothes, all while hungrily kissing and touching her.
She'd been taken aback by his forwardness at first, but Orihime had recalled that she'd always felt that Ulquiorra somehow became more demonstrative when in his Segunda Etapa. She wasn't sure why, but one thing she knew for a certain was that he was definitely more open with his desires.
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
Soul Society, Gotei Council...
Central Assembly Hall...
Nearly the entirety of the (remaining) upper Officer ranks of the Shinigami from each of the Elite Court Guard Divisions (as well the Auxiliary forces) were gathered in the large assembly hall.
Among those on the floor, waiting to speak, were Captain Sajin Komamura of the 7th Division, Captain Soifon and Shenkai of the 2nd Division, Captain Szayel Grantz of the 12th Division, and Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya and Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto of the 10th Division.
At the head of the room, the Captains of the other Divisions were seated at the dais situated at the head of the grand hall, including Captains Byakuya Kuchiki of the Sixth at the the head, and Jushiro Ukitake of the Thirteenth and Shunsui Kyoraku of the Eighth Divisions amongst those flanking the raven-haired man on either side of the elevated platform.
While the Captain had never been formally recognized as the 'Head' of the Gotei Council, his calm and stoic demeanor often made the Kuchiki Nobleman well-suited to guiding the direction of the Council in critical matters- such as security and internal administration.
Byakuya looked to a Shinigami, distinguished by a special armband, and gave a simple nod. The Soul Reaper returned the acknowledgment, then struck a bell beside him.
"This emergency session of the Gotei Council is called to order." The Captain started, addressing the others assembled in the room. "First on our agenda, this Council will be reviewing the findings of those Officers deployed to the Living Realm." Byakuya went on. "Captain Grantz, if you would begin."
The pink-haired Arrancar nodded, stepping forward. "Today's events provided essential information, such that I am now confident that there is a connection between the energy coming from the Anomaly and these individuals calling themselves 'The Brethren'." He explained. "And so, as of now, I believe that furthering our understanding of this energy is crucial to our ongoing efforts."
"Then you truly believe that the energy manifestations in the Living Realm are the same as the ones you previously documented in this realm?" Jushiro asked.
"I do." The bespectacled Espada answered. "There's something inherent to this energy that makes it totally different to anything every previously encountered... From basic reiki, all the way to the energy released during nuclear fission." Szayel went on. "And yet, it's able to exist in this dimension."
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
She watched, breathless as Ulquiorra rose back up, seemingly for no other reason than take a moment to savor the sight of her laying beneath him, as he hovered over her.
As Orihime seized the moment to look into his eyes, her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt like she might loose herself within those inhuman golden eyes- the eyes of a predator. And in that moment, the young human woman couldn't help but think how everything about him excited her. There would have been a time when she would have found him frightening, but not now...
The teen wasn't quite sure why the sight of him in this form resonated so much in her thoughts and feelings. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the Espada had been in this devil-like form when she had fully realized that she'd fallen for him: when she'd known that what existed between them ran deeper than some strange attraction born of her fear and loneliness in Las Noches, that she wanted to be with him- perhaps even yearned to be beside him.
The young woman also couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of her that found this dark, demonic side of Ulquiorra to be- frankly- attractive- even if she couldn't explains it. But then, once you'd fallen for a monster, any notions of conventional thinking pretty much went out the window.
And he was a monster, but this did nothing to detract from the intensity of her feelings. To be honest, if anything, it only served excited her more. Orihime had entered into their relationship with not only the understanding- but the appreciation- of the fact that her paramour wasn't human. And so, she watched with bated breath as her horned, bat-winged lover leaned back in.
Ulquiorra softly nuzzled the side of her face with his own, breathing in her sweet scent as he brushed his hands along the curves of her hips. Meeting his gaze, Orihime couldn't help but wonder if there was something about Hollows- some sort of aura of danger and the exotic- that appealed to others...
Orihime moaned as she felt his nose and lips on her flesh- moving teasingly against her jawline, then her cheek, and finally to the shell of her ear. Without warning, the Hollow gently bit down on her lobe, causing her to arch her back, crying out in agonized pleasure. He drew back, a smirk playing across his pale features, before he moved back in to recapture her waiting lips in a hungry kiss. Ulquiorra's wings flared out reflexively as he felt her tongue playing against his own.
The sunset-haired girl felt giddy. The intensity of the kiss made it almost feel as if he was consuming her, exciting her to no end! Several secants passed, until he eventually broke the kiss, leaving Orihime with an expectant look on her lovely face. Without another word, he shifted himself down toward her body, stopping when he was eye-level with her bosom.
Still saying nothing, the transformed Espada cupped her breasts, the creamy flesh of her ample chest molding perfectly in the grip of his clawed hands, as he set about expertly kneading the soft orbs in his black-furred grip- making sure not to harm her with his talons. For Ulquiorra, making love to his mate- totally unrestrained, and in his Segunda Etapa- was the realization of desires long in the making.
And then, there was the fact that the Cuatro Espada intended to fully savor the sweetness of this experience. Smiling, he watched as her nipples stiffened with arousal, ever so invitingly. He captured one of the hardened buds in his mouth, and was rewarded as Orihime unleashed a husky moan. Yet, as good a sound as this was, he knew he could- and soon would- elicit a far better response!
He sucked hungrily at the hardened peak, swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh, while working the other breast with his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. He turned his gaze back to Orihime, and grinned inwardly as at the sight of her- squirming at his touch- as Ulquiorra drew back. The human woman made a frustrated sound this time when he stopped. He rose up, onto his knees, his bone-white skin and thick black fur of his body more visible.
"Ulquiorra...?" She started, visibly confused.
"Don't worry." The Hollow replied calmly. "We're just getting started." He added, gently pressing the tip of one his slender fingers against her sternum (not hard enough to cause any discomfort) and drew it slowly down the valley of her cleavage, eliciting a shiver from her in the process.
The next thing Orihime knew, Ulquiorra's hands where on her knees, and he was gently urging her legs apart and knelt between them. "Wait, w- what are you doing?!" She asked in a shaky voice.
His only response was to plant a quick kiss on her thigh, earning him a small embarrassed yelp as he ran his hands down the swell of her thighs. "I intend to savor this... and you." Ulquiorra informed her, as he slowly began planting a series of kisses down along her stomach, soon arriving at her navel, this time earning what sounded like a mix between a moan and a giggle from her. He didn't waist any time as he continued his descent, toward his ultimate goal... Until he arrived at the juncture between her full thighs- to the layer of fine red-golden curls that covered her mound.
"Ulquiorra..." Orihime entreated him, propping herself up on her elbows. Thanks to their considerable time together, he recognized what he knew to be nervousness and uncertainty in her voice, and resolved in that moment to eliminate any nagging doubts she might have.
"Ulquiorra... Please, don't stare." The redhead pleaded.
The Arrancar smiled. "No."
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
"...In the process of fighting him, he revealed that their 'true objective' in engaging us was merely to keep our forces distracted." Captain Komamura explained. "After that, he vanished."
Soifon nodded in agreement at this. "Many of their actions, in hindsight, do seem to have been meant to delay us and hinder our progress, rather then to necessarily to kill us."
"What I find most troubling," Kensei spoke up. "Is the fact that, based on what you've all told us so far, is that everything they did was part of some scheme to lour Ichigo Kurosaki to their side."
Shunsui sighed uncomfortably. "Yes, the fact that they went to so much trouble to get one person," the scruffy-faced Captain began, rubbing his chin. "Would imply that these people see some kind of deeper insight into the boy, something that we were unable to perceive."
"Very troubling, indeed..." Jushiro spoke with a nod. "But why would these people be so interested in the younger Kurosaki-san, to begin with?" The white-haired Captain inquired.
"Fuck these people!" Captain Kenpachi spoke. "They killed one of my best Officers, and left another one screwed up in the head." The imposing man continued. "And if that half-human bastard has sided with them, then that makes him our enemy- the same as them!"
Byakuya cleared his throat at this. "That is a matter for another time." The Captain and Kuchiki Heir countered in his typical calm, even tone. "For now, there are larger concerns to contend with."
Shinji perked up at hearing this. "Yeah, lest we should forget about the big damn hole up in the sky that keeps spitting out mysterious energy." The Vizard Captain interjected.
A few of the others chuckled at this, including some people seated the gallery...
"I assure you, Captain Haraku, that the Twelfth is doing everything it can to understand the Anomaly and the energy emissions." Nemu replied, standing up in the gallery. "With the ultimate goal of finding a means of neutralizing both matters, and the threat they pose to the realms."
"Well, my concerns are more immediate." Kensei interjected. "We need to take additional measures to ensure the future safety of Soul Society and of this Realm." The pierced Vizard added.
"He's right," Nelliel started. "We need more active agents, individuals with the power and authority, to help organize and lead our forces in each of the realms." The green-haired Arrancar went on.
"What are you suggesting, Captain?" Rose asked, the blonde-haired Byronic Captain asked casually leaning artistically against his elbow on the arm of his chair as he spoke.
The assembled Captains and Lieutenants, including both of her own, looked to the former Tercera Espada, in anticipation of the gray-eyed woman's response.
"To start, finding qualified candidates." The female Arrancar replied. "That is why, in light of recent events, as well as for the sake of possible future concerns for the safety and stability of the realms, I move to have Lady Halibell officially recognized as an Auxiliary Officer within the Security Forces."
A wave of murmurs could be heard throughout the hall. While for her part, the normally impassive Espada appeared visibly surprised- if her green eyes were enough to go by.
. . . ...o.o.o... . . .
"What?" Orihime spoke.
"You're beautiful, Orihime." He replied in a matter-of-tone. "I have said as much many times before." Ulquiorra continued coolly, his uncanny eyes contrasting with her own. "There isn't a single part of you that isn't perfect." Her blush darkened at this, and she seemed to relent.
He watched as her posture seemed to ease a bit. Turning his gaze downward, Ulquiorra smiled as he noticed how the lips of her sex glistened visibly with her arousal. The rest of her body was practically glowing at the moment, the same as the rosy hue of her cheeks. He moved his thumb and forefinger to either side of her slit, and spreading her nether lips to reveal the delicate pink flesh within.
Not wishing to allow his mate sufficient time to doubt herself or to have second thoughts, Ulquiorra leaned down and slipped his tongue inside of her core. Orihime gasped when she felt his tongue against her delicate folds, bucking her hips against his mouth as he started gently laving at her flesh. This in turn triggered a series of breathy moans to escape the woman's soft lips, filling the Espada's ears with the sweet sounds of her growing cries of pleasure as he worked her over.
As he continued to tease her heated folds, the woman's consistent mewls of pleasure rapidly morphed into a stream of husky moans as she squirmed in reaction to the persistent stimulation. She arched her back, her fingers and toes curling in response. The Arrancar then took the woman's clit between his lips, persistently sucking and flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Moments later, she felt as her entire body started to spasm as she felt herself overcome. A secant later, her head fell back and she unleashed a horse cry of pleasure. Ulquiorra felt an intense sense of Hollow pride swell within him, listening to the human woman as she unconsciously reflexively dug her fingers into his dark hair and swiftly climaxed around his lips. After that, her body went slack, and Orihime was left laying in the grass and gasping for breath as he rose back up.
Ulquiorra licked his lips, and smiled cockily as he lapped her juices from his fingers. Once he was confident that his partner had recovered sufficiently, he deftly slipped his hands under her knees and positioned himself between her legs. Lining up the tip of his cock with the lips of her dripping sex, he effortlessly slid into her- burying himself to hilt in her tight passage. He wasn't remotely surprised that he was able to enter her without resistance, given the state of her arousal.
The young woman cried out as he began moving inside her, completely enveloped in the welcoming warmth of her heated flesh. This continued for a while, until Orihime felt herself falling over the edge, and arched her back as she came- followed by a sensation of warmth as he came inside of her.
She lay there, gasping for breath and in a daze, until she felt him begin to wordlessly move- arranging them both in such a way- all while his length remained buried within her.
Orihime gasped, not expecting him to be ready to continue so soon. "B- but I'm still sensiti- aaagh!" She couldn't finish, interrupted as he drew back and followed with a slow deep thrust.
Eventually Orihime relented. "Ul- Ulquiorra... you're, ah, inhuman." The last part of the statement was punctuated by another cry of pleasure as he delivered another thrust into her depths.
His chest rumbled as he chuckled faintly. "You're only just realizing this?" Ulquiorra teased, before matching the smile gracing the face of the woman laying beneath him. The Arrancar gave a few more thrusts, before he paused and reached down and slipped his hands behind her back, effortlessly lifting the gorgeous redhead up and shifting her into his lap.
Orihime could still feel his length inside of her, as his hands moved to rest upon her hips, prompting her to cross her legs around his waist, linking her ankles. "Trying something new?" She asked him in an almost coy tone, followed by her leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips.
He returned "I want you closer to me." Came his simple reply. "I want to feel you. And... I think that you might also like this position even more." Ulquiorra revealed, before thrusting up into her.
She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the feathery fur on his back between her fingers and giving a long moan as he began to move inside of her at a steady pace. After a little while, Ulquiorra decided to start stepping up the tempo, as he began to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusts, eliciting a gasp from Orihime each time he drove up into her. Pressing her breasts into his chest, their foreheads touched as they exchanged frenzied kisses, as the Arrancar wracked her body with each thrust.
The young woman hadn't really given it much thought, but now she was pretty sure that Ulquiorra had a bit more length and girth now that he was in his released form... Especially as Orihime suspected she had felt the tip of his shaft against her cervix on more than one occasion as they made love.
Soon, Orihime began feeling the familiar pressure in the pit of her stomach growing, letting her know that it wouldn't be long before she came. At the same time as this was transpiring, Ulquiorra could tell that he too was nearing his own limit, and that it wouldn't be much longer- especially, hearing her cries of pleasure as their bodies rocked, with him now trapped snugly within her...
Orihime's vision was starting to turn white, and the next thing she knew she could feel as a growing series of spasms coursed up through her body. It felt like little sparks were firing off inside her, in sync with the pace of his devastating thrusts. The redhead clung to him like her life depended on it, arching her back and threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy as she was finally pushed over the edge!
At the same time as this was happening, Ulquiorra had felt as the woman's inner walls clamped down around his length, her entire body tensing up. It was too much for him, his impressive wings flaring out as she climaxed around him, soaking his pulsing member with her juices. This was followed secants later by him cumming inside of her tight passage as his turn came to climax!
Ulquiorra rolled onto his back, gently folded his wings around the panting woman laying atop him like a blanket. Orihime smiled inwardly, feeling as the smooth black membrane his wings encircled around her, leaving her feeling safe and protected in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Feeling her nuzzling against him, he ran a hand trough her hair in a comforting motion, while the other came to rest on the small of her back. "Safe..." Orihime murmured softly.
"Hmm?" He inquired.
"Earlier, when you asked me if I was scared," she spoke up, looking into his eyes. "The truth is, it isn't just a matter of me not being afraid." Orihime continued gently. "When I'm with you, I feel safe."
Ulquiorra couldn't help but smile at hearing her say this, prompting her to smile back warmly.
(- End of Chapter LVI... -)