A.N.: This was commissioned by Anonymous.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Dub-Con!
Battle of Fours
A long, long time ago…
World of the Living; Feudal Japan
The moon was high in the cloudless sky, giving the forest an almost enchanted glow. The night was alive with the sounds of wildlife; owls hooted while crickets played their symphony and packs of nocturnal animals came out to hunt and forage.
A new noise joined the sounds of the night: footsteps. Guided by the moonlight, Yachiru Unohana slowly made her way through the forest, hand gripping her curved zanpakuto. The ebon-haired woman walked without a care in the world. Yamamoto had sent her into the World of the Living to seek out Hollows.
Had Yachiru had one of her men alongside her, she would have complained how bored she was. She'd slain Hollows left and right but none of them proved to be any challenge to her. She'd searched all night, traveling alone in order to lure in Hollows with her strong spiritual pressure. But all of them had been just simple creatures who were felled with a single swing of her zanpakuto.
Continuing to walk, her ears picked up the sound of something. It wasn't a footstep or the sound of a twig breaking. No, this sounded something different. It sounded…like wings.
Looking around in the dark forest, Unohana saw nothing besides the creatures of the night skittering around. A raccoon scuttled by before it scurried off when she glared at it. "Hmm…interesting…"
The air hummed with the subtle vibration of spiritual pressure. Something was following her. Unlike the Hollows that'd let out a pointless roar before charging, whatever it was that was haunting the forest had an actual brain, suppressing its spiritual pressure while following her. Yes, it was keeping itself concealed but the signs were there. Slowly, Unohana started to continue walking forward. Heading for the exit of the forest. She could hear the sound of wings flapping every now and again. 'A flying Hollow perhaps?' She also considered the possibility that someone from the Soul Society was trying something elaborate to kill her.
It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to kill the most fearsome fighter in the Squads. Unohana didn't mind it. She found her rivals attempts to assassinate her amusing. It helped break up the monotony of fighting weak Hollows and even weaker Soul Reapers.
The wicked woman walked to the edge of the forest and found herself in a small clearing. She continued walking before turning around, slowly pulling out her zanpakuto. "You might as well come out," she said loudly, disturbing the night's calm with her sharp voice. "Don't keep me waiting."
A rusting in the trees caught her attention and she looked up as something shot out of the trees and into the open air, black wings flapping in the night sky. Unohana quickly realized that this creature wasn't just a Hollow. It was a Menos Grande.
Seeing its humanoid form, Unohana's eyes widened when she realized she was looking at a Vasto Lorde. "Oh?" She was more than a little intrigued. It'd been a long time since she'd tussled with the strongest class of Hollows.
This creature was certainly the most bizarre one that she'd ever seen before. Most Menos Grande were black with white masks but this hollow was entire white. His body seemed to almost glow in the light of the full moon. The Hollow was thin, with black hair that sprawled down the its neck and back. Through its angular mask, green eyes stared intently at the Soul Reaper captain. Wings so black they blended with the night sky flapped behind it.
With another flap of its wings, the Hollow gently glided down to the clearing, landing thirty feet away from Unohana. "Soul Reaper…" it said with a low voice.
The two circled each other. Unohana took note of her stalker. It was very clear that it was strong. But the question remained in her mind: was it strong enough to satisfy her urge for battle?
There was only one way to find out.
The deadly captain moved first, her sword flashing in the moonlight to take the Hollow's head. A flash of green appeared in the creature's hand, a lance of energy blocking the blade. "Oho?" Despite herself, Unohana couldn't hide her smile. For the first time tonight, something was going to take more than one swing to die. "I hope you make this worth my while. I was getting bored."
Those emerald eyes narrowed at the bloodthirsty Soul Reaper. The Vasto Lorde swung its weapon and the two continued to battle it out in the middle of the field. "Die." Flapping its ebony wings, it threw up a whirlwind to try and smash Unohana into the trees. When the captain stabbed her sword into the ground to steady herself and keep the winds from making her fly away, the Hollow threw his energy lance at her. To its surprise, the captain deftly caught it and hurled it right back, puncturing a hole right through the Hollow's wings.
Unohana had drawn first blood but it was short lived when she saw that the hole in the wing healed itself. She used her Flashstep to move closer to the Hollow, once again swinging for its head. The Hollow created a new energy lance and blocked again and they locked weapons. But in a battle of strength, the Hollow found itself on the losing end, being pushing back against the tree, the sharp edge of the zanpakuto inching ever closer towards its face…
The Hollow wasn't going to go down without a fight and it pointed a finger at Unohana, a green Cero starting to form. Unohana was forced to flee, Flashstepping away before she was blasted along with a good chunk of the forest. The Hollow saw her standing in the air and flew up to meet her in midair combat.
Only this time, Unohana had a surprise of her own. Her fingers glowed while she formed a triangle of light. "Bakudō #30: Shitotsu Sansen!"
The edges of the triangle formed smaller triangles and shot towards the Hollow. The white creature cursed when the spears of light hit him dead on, the sudden impact sending him hurtling to the ground. He wondered why he wasn't in any pain before he realized by the stake in his chest and the pillars on his arms that it was meant to immobilize him and keep him pinned to the ground. The dark look in Unohana's eyes told it that the captain had no intention of just ending it there.
"So, Hollow, is that all you have? I expected a little more from your kind." The bloodthirsty captain stood over the pure white Hollow. Her blade gleamed in the moonlight, waiting to taste blood.
Narrowing its emerald eyes, the white Hollow stared at Unohana with contempt. It wasn't just that Unohana had gotten the drop on it. Now she was gloating over it and that made its blood boil. "Finish it," it demanded.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Unohana teased. Standing over the Hollow, the wicked captain put a foot on the pinned Hollow's waist before slowly inching downwards. "You know what I find so fascinating about you Vasto Lorde Hollows? You take humanoid shape when you advance to this level of power. I'm quite curious…how anatomically correct they are. I can tell that you're a male Hollow based on your physique. So…" her foot traveled downwards until it reached the Hollow's groin and tapped it with her toe. "Can a Vasto Lorde fuck as well as it fights?"
The white Hollow hissed when that foot started to rub it. Unohana's hunch was right as she felt something start to grow. Soon enough, a long, white erection started to sprout up. "Oho? I was always curious about why Vasto Lorde have genitals. Perhaps because you become closer to the human you once were, you regain sexual organs as well."
"How dare you?!" The Hollow glared at the shameless captain, trying again and again to break free from the pillars that kept it, now confirmed to be a he, pinned to the ground and at Unohana's perverted mercy.
Walking around the bat-like Hollow, Unohana knelt down between the pinned creature's legs. Setting her zanpakuto to the side, the ebony-haired captain griped the long cock that the Hollow was now sporting. 'How curious. I always considered Hollows to be cold creatures. Yet this one is quite warm to the touch. Hmm…considering its all-white appearance, he must be an anomaly among Hollows. It'd explain what he'd be doing here instead of Hueco Mundo if he were an outcast among his kind.'
"Ghh!" The Hollow hissed with anger as the hand slowly started to stroke him. "You…shameless…wench!" he spat, doing all it could to try to keep itself from enjoying Unohana's handjob.
"Heheheh, I've been called worse." Unohana's face twisted evilly, taking much glee at humiliating the Hollow by playing with his cock. Sure, she could just kill him and head back to the Soul Society but where was the fun in that? "What's the matter? It's not every day you have a beautiful woman pleasuring you. Why not sit back and enjoy the ride?"
Unohana let go of the Hollow's cock and stood up. Those emerald eyes watched with amazement as the beautiful woman shrugged out of her Haori. "What are you- "
"Shhh…it's a beautiful night. I'm feeling a little hot under my clothes," she said innocently, though her eyes were anything but. She untied her white sash and shrugged out of her Kosode and letting her Hakama drop to the ground, standing before the Hollow in nothing but her white underwear.
To say that Unohana was a beautiful woman would have been an understatement. Even the Hollow, pinned and humiliated as he was, had to admit that the woman was a better sight for his eyes than the grotesque Hollows of Hueco Mundo. Her fair skin almost radiated in the moonlight, her large breasts heaving with every breath, nipples hardened by the night chill.
Kneeling between the legs of the pinned Vasto Lorde, Unohana took stock of the creature's manhood. The rigid white shaft was thick and veiny, the head bulbous and pulsing when she pressed a finger against it. She didn't notice any testicles beneath him but figured that they must have been a part of his inner anatomy. 'After all, why have a cock if you don't' have anything to cum with?' she speculated to herself.
Her need to humiliate this Hollow had grown to insane levels. That she had a Hollow pinned and at her mercy was delightful; to have a male Vasto Lorde was the sweetest of this night's surprises. "Tell me, have you even used this thing? Do you even know what to do with it, Ho with it, Hollow?"
The bat-like Vasto Lorde growled while trying to break free. But try as it might, Unohana's spell was too strong for it. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Don't be so mean. Most men would kill for what I'm about do to you..."
Without another word, the horny, devious Captain Unohana opened her mouth and took the Hollow into her hungry orifice. Unohana had never tried to mate with a Hollow before; nobody sane had ever dared to make such an attempt before now. But most people would agree that she was crazy enough to give it a try and with the Hollow aroused and at her mercy she was in the best position to see if she could ride a Hollow like she could a human or a Soul Reaper.
Despite the white Hollow's cold demeanor, his long length was quite warm in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, looking past the translucent pillar on his chest to stare at his eyes, her deviousness plain to see in her blue orbs. The thick taste of the Hollow's cock was heavy on her tongue. "Mmmmh..." She turned her head, licking the side of the white boner while never breaking eye contact with the Hollow. Her hand reached down to slip beneath her white underwear to touch her delicate folds.
Those nimble fingers of hers gently rubbed her soft, pink lips. To say Unohana was turned on would have been a massive understatement; Yachiru Unohana was absolutely wet right now. Her head bobbed faster upon hearing soft groans come from behind the white Hollow's triangular mask. There was no doubt about it: the Hollow was feeling pleasure from Unohana's mouth sucking his cock.
Laying in the grass, pinned by the Kido pillars, the ivory Hollow writhed as it felt something it hadn't felt in its entire existence: pleasure. As a Hollow, all the creature had ever known was insatiable hunger and despair at being shunned by his fellow Hollows for his all-white appearance. Something like this, pleasure that surged from his loins and into his brain, threatened to make him go insane from such a foreign experience. "Nghhh! What...no...I..." he stammered, his eyes breaking contact with the wicked Soul Reaper's and squeezing shut. His long claws dug at the grass beneath him while he struggled to come to terms with this sensation coming from his manhood. Sure, he knew about his anatomy but being a Hollow that'd been shunned and alone, he obviously never had the opportunity to really go deeper into that knowledge. Now Unohana was showing him something that he'd never even considered he could feel before now: ecstasy.
"Phwaaa!" Unohana pulled her head back and sighed heavenly, sticking out her pink little tongue and licking the Hollow's slit. When the creature threw his head back and let out a loud grunt, she knew that his head was just as sensitive as a normal human's. "You like, Hollow? You like it when I tease you like this?" Her tongue circled his bulbous tip while her hand slipped two fingers into her wet snatch, pumping them in and out and staining her underwear with her dripping juices.
Something inside the Hollow snapped and he felt something deep down in his psyche awaken: masculine instinct. This Soul Reaper dared try to humiliate him by using his cock as her own personal plaything. Killing the impudent wench could wait. Right now, the only thing on the Hollow's mind was getting even with the woman now that her slutty side had been revealed. As the saying goes: turnabout was fair play.
Unohana was caught off guard when the Hollow fired off a Bala blast. The red energy ball wasn't shot at her, however. The Hollow aimed the blast at the ground, causing the earth beneath it to break apart. The effect this was not only meant to startle Unohana with the sudden earthquake but to loosen the three pillars of light stabbed into the ground. The pillar restraining his right arm and wing fell to the side, giving him the momentary distraction to blast the remaining two with another Bala.
The mostly-nude woman fell backwards, gasping as the bat Hollow suddenly lunged up and was upon her. She reached for her zanpakuto but the Hollow's white hand swatted the blade away and grabbed Unohana by her throat. "You despicable Soul Reaper! So that's how you want to play, is it?" he hissed through his mask while he pinned the topless woman to the ground, sitting on her chest. "Fine then. How about I humiliate you?" The white Hollow was going to kill this woman. But before he did, he was going to keep experiencing this strange ecstasy that had started to build inside of him. Only this time, he was going to be using her for his pleasure. He had slain a good many Soul Reapers and felt that he was a good judge of character. He understood quickly that this woman's ego was like an apple: big but easy to bruise.
Grabbing the back of her head before she could vocalize another spell, the white Hollow thrust his cock into her mouth and gave her exactly what she'd been wanting. "Nnnhh..."
"Glckk!" With the Hollow's heavy weight pressing on her chest and with his free hand pinning her wrists above her head with a clawed grip, Unohana could do nothing but gagged while the creature got itself off by using her mouth as its own toy. The blue eyes that had been so filled with devious intent were now burning with hot malice, glaring up at the amused green eyes of her attacker. Her jaw ached as the Hollow's cock slammed in and out of her mouth. 'Dammit! He's using me like I'm a cheap courtesan!'
Unohana's jaw was starting to hurt from being skullfucked so hard. She'd let a few men be brave enough to try this sort of thing on her but never had it been so forceful like this Hollow was. She'd went from being a dominating vixen to a lewd, cheap whore. And as much as Unohana hated it, it was starting to turn her on a little. Her underwear was already soaked and her arousal was starting to leak out onto the destroyed ground beneath them.
"Nghhhh..." The Hollow's lower half felt hot. He could feel something start to build inside of him, a surge of sensation that it had never felt before. A pressure was rising through his cock from feeling that hot and wet vacuum that was Unohana's throat surround his manhood, the humiliated look on her face and the angry glare in her eyes added an extra spice to this flavor of ecstasy. He could feel the pressure swell within him and he started thrusting his hips faster, drool dripping down Unohana's face while his cock hammered the back of her throat. "Hghhhh!" Something started to flow through his white cock and the Hollow's eyes rolled backwards as he achieved orgasm in Unohana's mouth.
"Mmmmmmh!" A hot rush of white hot cum flooded Unohana's orifice, her mouth bulging with spunk. Despite being the sperm of a Hollow, the cum tasted like any man's that Unohana had tasted, although she wasn't exactly pleased to be forced to swallowing it.
However, she had her chance for payback when the meatrod in her mouth stopped pouring baby batter into her mouth. The Hollow's eyes were rolled backwards and Unohana could tell that the Vasto Lorde was in a daze from experiencing what looked like its first orgasm. The grip the creature had on her wrists loosened and she saw her opportunity and took it.
Unohana slipped one of her hands free from the bat Hollow's grip and she focused her spirit energy into her palm. "Tenran!" Throwing her hand into the Hollow's chest, the captain unleashed her spell and a tornado erupted in her hand, catching the white creature off guard and sending him flying into the air.
Too caught up with the ecstasy that had blown his mind, the bat Hollow was caught completely off guard and was sent spinning into the air. He tried to open his wings to try and escape but the tornado had him reeling. When the strong tunnel of wind dissipated, the Hollow crashed to the earth hard, landing on his back with an "Oomph!" and opening his eyes to find the stars above him spinning from his dazed view.
Getting up, Unohana walked over to the downed Hollow, still clad in her underwear. She wiped the cum off her lips and glared down at the Hollow, sword in hand. She could kill the creature right now; she should finish the job and end this Hollow's life. An ordinary Soul Reaper would have sliced through his mask like a watermelon and ended the fight there and then. But Yachiru Unohana was many things and the word ordinary wasn't a descriptor that matched her wickedness at all.
The Hollow wanted a piece of her, did it? Well, he was going to get a lot more of Unohana before the night was through. The horny captain was riled up and now she was going to see just how much of a male this Hollow really was.
The Hollow's eyes came back in focus just in time to see steel glinting in the moonlight. When the sword came down on him, he gasped in horror as she stabbed the blade down, only for the blade to miss him by an inch, the blade dangerously close to his head and decapitating him. "Oh? Did you think we were done already? It's sweet of you to think I'd be satisfied with just that. Or perhaps naïve. Since you wanted to get so forceful, I figured I'd get see just if a Hollow can last longer as a man. I hope you can satisfy me, Vasto Lorde. Otherwise, this night be cut short for you."
Letting go of her sword, Unohana reached down and pulled down her soaked panties, her pussy hidden behind a bush of black hair. The Hollow raised an arm, perhaps to claw her or blast her but Unohana pointed a hand at his face and the message was clear. If the Hollow tried to do anything, Unohana would be the one who did the blasting or she would grab her zanpakuto and cut his head clean off.
Straddling the white Hollow's waist, Unohana lifted her hips, putting her hands on his chest before she pushed herself down onto the creature's cock. "Oooh!" The busty captain let out a deep gasp when that white cock speared her hot, wet womanhood. She may have been prepared for this but the sheer fullness of her pussy took her breath away. She sank until she'd reached the base of the Hollow's cock, her face twisting with ecstasy. "You're quite big for a Hollow! So, this is what Vasto Lorde cock feels like!" she said with a lecherous grin.
Her hands still pressing down on the white Vasto Lorde's belly, Unohana lifted her hips, loving how good her pussy felt from feeling that hot meatrod shift inside her before she dropped herself back down on it, letting the Hollow fill her up again. "Mmmmh yeah!"
"Nghh!" Again, the Hollow was confronted by pleasures that he wasn't accustomed to feeling. The tight, wet heat of Unohana's womanhood threatened to make his head spin. "I...nghhh!"
"Oh? Do you like it?" teased the bouncing Unohana. She didn't know what kind of face the Hollow was making underneath that angular white mask but she had a few ideas. "You like me riding your cock, don't you?"
Those emerald eyes that lay beneath the mask squeezed shut when Unohana purposefully squeezed his manhood with her pussy. The creature's Hollow instincts told him that he should destroy this impudent Soul Reaper who was getting off on humiliating and violating him. It would be so easy to simply hold up its hand and blast Unohana's head clean off before she had time to grab her sword and decapitate him. Slowly, the Hollow's arms raised...
...and instead grabbed hold of the Soul Reaper captain's curvy waist. Unohana was taken aback when the Hollow started to match her bouncing by thrusting up into her pussy, her breasts jiggling like balloons as her whole body shook with pleasure. "Ooooh! Fuck yes! Someone's getting into it!"
"Shut...up..." That masculine desire to make this woman moan and pay for what she was doing with her body bubbled up and took hold of the Hollow's mind. He would kill this woman later. For now, he was going to kill her with pleasure and enjoy that sexy body of hers every step of the way.
Those white, clawed hands of his reached around Unohana's curvy waist to grab at her soft, plump ass. Claws digging into her tender cheeks, the Hollow continued to thrust up into her tight snatch. Unohana's eyes started to glaze over just like his when she felt his cock knock at the door to her womb, threating to pry it open and fuck the most sacred part of a woman's honeypot. "Ah! Haaaah!"
The captain's ass jiggled with each bounce, her cheeks rippling in the Hollow's clawed grip. Knowing that the Vasto Lorde was too horny to stop her now, Unohana had free reign to go wild as much as she wanted. Her hips moved faster, her ears picking up the dirty sound of her pussy made along with the clapping of her soft ass and she loved every second of it. If fucking a Hollow was wrong then she didn't want to be right.
"Grrrr!" Another masculine growl came from behind the mask while he continued to thrust up into Unohana's snatch, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock every time his tip collided with the woman's cervix. Seeing the woman's face twist with ecstasy made him want to make her howl more. If he couldn't best her in combat than he could give her an experience no Human or Soul Reaper could ever give her.
Because if he couldn't outright kill her, then he would fuck her into oblivion.
Those clawed hands let go of Unohana's bouncing ass and grabbed hold of her waist. Unohana was surprised when the Hollow forced her to stop moving. Growling like the beast in heat he'd become, the Hollow sat up and wrapped his arms around the Soul Reaper captain. For a brief moment, Unohana thought the creature was going to try something to get the jump on her again but the lustful gaze in his emerald orbs told her that the only thing he wanted was his cock in her cunt. "What is your name, Soul Reaper?" he asked, his masked face close to hers.
"I am Yachiru Unohana, Captain of Squad Eleven," she introduced, rolling her hips and earning a heated groan from the Hollow who was balls deep inside of her. "What do they call you, Vasto Lorde?"
"Ulquiorra."
Smiling, Yachiru Unohana graced the part of the Hollow's mask where she figured his mouth would be. "Alright then, Ulquiorra. Why don't we have some more fun?" She pressed her lips against his mask, giving him a hollow kiss. Despite her lips not connecting, Ulquiorra closed his eyes and embraced her as if he had locked lips with hers. When she pulled away, the sadistic captain licked her lips. The taste of Hollow was...arousing. "Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can. And maybe, if you satisfy me, I'll consider not taking your head."
The Hollow didn't like her words but if it meant fucking the smirk off of her, he was down for it. Laying her on the hard ground, Ulquiorra grabbed her soft legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He pulled out of the woman until only the thick head remained. When he slammed in with force that only an inhuman Hollow could muster.
"Fuck! Ohh! Ahhh!" Even someone like Unohana was unprepared for the sexual prowess of a Vasto Lorde. She looked down and watched that hot rod of his pump in and out of her pussy, the clapping sound of their bodies coming together growing louder and louder along with her moans. "Yes! Yes! Mmmmmh!" Ulquiorra reached down and palmed one of Unohana's swaying breasts, squeezing it hard and eliciting another moan from the woman.
Just when she couldn't take anymore, she felt the Hollow push harder and went deeper, finally entering her womb. Having the most sacred part of her womanhood invaded made the captain see stars. "Cumming!" she cried out, her body tensing. Her toes curled while the bat Hollow continued to fuck her into the ground. "Ah! Cumming! Ohhhhh!"
The warm tightness that was Unohana's womanhood suddenly grew even tighter, choking Ulquiorra's cock in a hot vice. So unused to these sensations, the Vasto Lorde let out a howl of ecstasy and felt that pressure in his loins build up. His cry filled the night sky before he climaxed, filling the woman to the brim with his hot seed. The captain lay there beneath Ulquiorra and cooed with pleasure as she was creampied, shivering as his heat filled her womb. She didn't know if she could be impregnated by a Hollow but she didn't care. Her only concern was the warm pleasure she was feeling.
Ulquiorra pulled out of the sweaty, creampied captain and sat back, dazed and exhausted. "You..." He started to speak but was interrupted when Unohana sat up and kissed his mask again.
"You are quite interesting, Ulquiorra." The dark flame had reignited in her eyes and she had an idea. "I think we're better off fucking then fighting. Don't you agree?"
Emerald eyes narrowed. "What do you propose?"
"Hmm..." Tracing her lips, Unohana came up with a solution to their dilemma. "Why don't we meet back here every once in a while, providing neither of us has been killed by someone else? Admit it, you liked fucking me, don't you?"
"...I would not be opposed to it," confessed Ulquiorra.
"Excellent. It saves us the trouble of having to kill each other and I finally get a real man to fuck me. Now then..." Unohana got on top of Ulquiorra's lap and smiled, lifting her hips. "Let's continue having fun, shall we?"
"...Let's."
One thousand years later...
Karakura Town
Sunset had arrived in the sleepy town. Yoruichi stepped out of Kisuke's shop for a moment to get a breath of fresh air. The shopkeeper was hard at work making her armor to fight Aizen's Arrancars.
Suddenly she felt a presence in the air. A Senkaimon had opened up far away. "Is that...Captain Unohana?" She had no idea why the captain would come here without letting anyone know. The captain was hiding her spiritual pressure but someone of Yoruichi's senses could pick up on it.
Following the captain's trail, Yoruichi found herself in a dark wood. Her ears picked up a faint sound that grew louder as she followed it to its source. When she reached the edge of a small clearing, she poked her head out behind a tree and gasped when she saw the sight before her.
On her hands and knees was a naked Retsu Unohana, moaning like a whore as she was fucked from behind. To Yoruichi's complete bafflement, she saw that Arrancar who'd attacked Ichigo and his friends, Ulquiorra, pounding her from behind.
The naked white Arrancar leaned down and turned Unohana's head to capture her lips in a kiss. If there was one thing he was grateful for becoming an Arrancar, it was that he could finally taste those luscious lips on his.
"Ah! I must say..." panted Unohana, smiling while she was fucked like an animal. "You certainly are more handsome than I imagined beneath that mask."
Sitting back, the black and white Arrancar pulled her into his lap, hands kneading her breasts while he sucked on her tongue, letting her bounce wildly. "I've missed you..." he muttered, holding her tightly. Over their millennia of romps, Ulquiorra had started to develop feelings for the Soul Reaper, even after his master, Aizen, had removed his mask. He had to admit, he was surprised when the captain's personality had gone from fierce and sadistic to sweet and motherly, going by the name Retsu and Yachiru. Ulquiorra had to admit, the change was a little jarring.
Still, even after a thousand years, Unohana was still a hot babe to him.
Reaching up and running a hand through her lover's black hair, the horny captain moaned as fingers pinched her nipples. "So...what is Aizen up to?" she asked.
"He is seeking something called the Oken," confessed Ulquiorra, not caring that he was betraying his master. In his mind, the Soul Society would have caught on to Aizen's scheme sooner or later so them knowing wasn't too big a betrayal. "He will come for Karakura Town in winter."
"I see. Well, hopefully we won't have to fight each other when that time comes."
"As do I." The two kissed sweetly, having gone from enemies to lovers. Lifting Unohana off his lap and his cock, Ulquiorra gently laid her on the soft grass and pushed her legs up, using his newly uncovered mouth to do what he'd been wanting for years and eat her out.
"Ah! Yes! Mmmmh!" Unohana howled with ecstasy while her paramour licked her honeypot. "Oh fuck! I need to thank Aizen for removing your mask! Yes!"
Yoruichi continued to watch with shock. One of the most respected captains in all the Soul Society was literally sleeping with the enemy! Her first instinct was to go and tell Kisuke and Yamamoto what she'd seen and then confront to woman. "If she's able to get any information out of him, then we need to exploit this for all its worth," she muttered, thinking that Ulquiorra might be an important ally in their upcoming battle with Aizen, although he still had much to answer for what he did to Ichigo and his friends.
'I'll confront her later though...this is really hot...' she thought to herself, her hand slipping beneath her pants to touch herself while enjoying watching the Soul Reaper and Arrancar fuck like crazy...
The End
