Chapter 5: Seeds of Doubt
A/N: Hello everyone! A lot is happening in this chapter but I feel we desperately need to speed up the pace considering all that's going to happen in the story. There's some really complex phycological choices I wrote in this chapter than I can wait to discuss with everyone. Not only that but I added insight into another character's thoughts and feelings to make it more interesting. But also in the next chapter we'll be introducing a new arrancar into the fold. Can you guess who it is? I'll give you a hint - you'll really like them if you're into tall guys. Wink..wink. Anyways I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Toodles!
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Rion stands off to the side, ready to offer her assistance at any given moment.
Despite the plate of food in front of you, you haven't been able to focus. There wasn't any noise aside from the occasional clink of your own metal utensil hitting the plate. You're mostly been picking over your plate, only managing a few bites here and there. It's quite literally the only thing that kept you actively, or perhaps seemingly engaged. In reality, no genuine focus was put towards the breakfast.
The image on your plate was certainly a visually appealing one with strips of evenly cooked bacon, scrambled eggs, French toast, and pieces of fruit. A glass of orange juice sat off to the side. It was a breakfast you favored many mornings and you never got tired of it.
It was not secret that the spread had been specially commissioned for you and you had no doubt that it was work of the man sitting across from you.
Instinctively, your eyes slid back up to the man sitting across from you, quietly consuming his own variation of a traditional Japanese breakfast. This particular morning marked the very first time he'd eaten breakfast with you. Although you'd rather have eaten it alone like all the other times, you wondered what brought on the sudden change.
In fact, at the expense of your appetite, you choose to quietly scrutinize all of Aizen's behavior - from the meticulous manner in which he ate to how his face remains perfectly composed throughout. His smooth confident body language gave away nothing except its usual suaveness. You paid incredibly close attention to his mouth, particularly when he chewed or how his lips moved. Your face heated up in one instance when the man's tongue darted out to catch any excess on his bottom lip. The action had you quickly turning your attention back to the plate of breakfast for obvious reasons.
For the better half of the morning, you'd been deeply disturbed by the 'dream' you had and for that reason, you'd been eyeing Aizen suspiciously. You're unable to put it in the back of your mind and you subsequently spent a lot of time wondering if what you experienced was real or not. It most certainly felt real.
Frankly, you found the entire recollection disturbing.
The man himself acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't noticed how abnormally disquieted you were. There wasn't any odd behavior or abnormal trait that hinted at any uncharacteristic behavior from him. And it made you ponder a number of things…
Did he truly have no knowledge of what transpired last night? Was it really a dream? Did you merely conjure up the pleasure in your subconscious mind?
After you awoke, you had difficulty falling back asleep and you just about spent the next few hours anxiously staring at the man's back whilst he slept. As much as you wanted to go about finding the truth but you didn't want to bring it up and risk sounding like a looney person.
In all conscience, you don't actually have the capacity to confirm exactly who the figure between your legs was. Seeing as when you awoke, the man was sound asleep next to you. But your gut told you it was him and it wasn't like you to ignore a gut feeling that was so profound. Your instincts are too strong to dismiss the incident as a mere figment of your unconscious imagination. It seemed to be a normal human instinct to sense when things aren't right and it was for that reason alone that you couldn't let your guard down around him.
You know he did something to you - you know in your heart he did.
It all left you so conflicted. You vividly remembered how good it felt and how your body felt as if it was soaring. It was a feeling you were unable to put out of your mind no matter how wrong you deemed it to be.
"My Queen, are you alright? You've barely touched your food."
"I'm fine."
While you didn't want to seem unnaturally tense, that's exactly what you were - sitting across from a man you believed did unsavory things to your body whilst you slept.
Breakfast came and went.
His larger, warmer hand was wrapped around yours as he guided you down one of the many long hallways. You had no idea where he was taking you and you didn't feel the need to ask as you usually would. By now, you're sure he had to have noticed how quiet and subdued you were.
Maybe he didn't care so long as you weren't being combative with him.
"You know…I was contemplating something earlier." He began. "There's some individuals I'd like you to meet."
While you didn't know how to feel about it, the revelation definitely siphoned your attention. Whomever these individuals are, he clearly felt that they were important enough for him to bring you to meet them one on one.
What would this 'meeting' entail you wondered.
Still, it felt like he was deliberately keeping close to you for some unknown reason. Aside from groggily waking up to his smiling visage for the first time this morning, this certainly exacerbated your feelings. That coupled with the fact that you weren't all that well rested as you should've been, kept you on edge.
Soon enough, you both come upon a large confusing door with no handle. Without any prompting the door, soundlessly begins to slide open to grant you entrance. Behind it reveals a spacious room that didn't contain much except a circular table and a few chairs situated around it. It made you wonder if this is one of the places he frequents when he's not around. What really got your attention was the two occupants sitting at said table.
With long, neat braids and a band-like visor over his eyes.
His features are sharp. Short silver hair.
Much like Aizen and yourself, the men wore their own variation of the white uniform.
The remarkable thing about it was that you don't ever recall seeing the pair before.
"You're later than usual…oh. Who's this?" One of the men asked, his tone conveying what sounded like a genuine curiosity.
Unlike Aizen's polite, charming smile - his man's smile was wide and quite mocking instead.
"Gin. Kaname. I don't believe I've gotten the opportunity to formally introduce my beloved Queen."
You think his grin might be worse than Aizen's. While Aizen's smile embodied a magnetic effect that drew people in, this man's smile did nothing but unsettle you to your core.
The silver-haired man cocked his head strangely before a wide smile formed across his lips. Rising from the table, the man began to calmly approach. You peered at him warily, the pulsing muscle in your chest cavity lurching.
The other man however, did not smile at you. As a matter of fact, he didn't look at you at all. From the moment you arrived he hadn't outwardly displayed any sort of emotion.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He politely declared.
Right off the bat, you judged him to be a very creepy individual who you'd rather not have any sort of dealings with. He reminded you of a fox, along with retaining some of the animal's sly tendencies. With eyes narrowed to slits and a mocking politeness that heavily tinged his words and actions.
You couldn't even conceptualize how he was even looking at you when you couldn't even see his eyes. It's extremely off-putting.
A chill shoots across your bones in that instance.
"Hi there little miss. The names Gin…nice to meet ya."
Much like Aizen it was impossible to tell what he may be thinking.
"This is certainly interesting…I've heard so little about you that it feels strange to actually meet Aizen's ladylove. Aizen's real tight-lipped when it comes to things like this." He said, amusedly.
They didn't act like a leader or subordinate like the others. It was more likely the men were colleagues or close acquaintances given the casual, informal tone in which they addressed each other. One thing was certain - despite the smiles and amiable dispositions, these people were not as benevolent as they appeared.
If you didn't know anything, you knew one thing. The silver-haired man inspired a new kind of fear inside you and all he did was talk.
Straightaway your gaze falls to the floor, trying to find something interesting to look at instead of the man in front of you. You silently wished the floor would swallow you whole.
"I merely saw no reason to inform you of any developments regarding the matter."
All three of them made for quite the differentiating, atypical trio given their dispositions and general personalities.
He wore a visor that completely hid his eyes from sight. His facial expression appeared as remote as ever.
Due in part to the man's darker complexion, much like yours, you couldn't help but feel oddly comforted by his presence. Even knowing that he was clearly aligned with the man who took you. In the end, you chalked it up to the complicated, instinctual thing people of color tended to do to feel safe. Feeling comforted by having at least one other person that resembles you in a room.
You don't have to be an excellent judge of character to draw such a conclusion.
A cold, ominous aura began to surround you. This pale, slender man.
"Aizen…you sure you don't want to share?"
"Just kidding." He chuckled. "I'm sure the Queen doesn't mind a sense of humor."
"I bet you're real nervous huh? Being around all these strange beings with no real friends around?" He questioned with a taut brow.
Your eyes widened at the bold assertion and before you knew it, you were giving him a shock once over.
How could this man, within five minutes of meeting you, accurately point out your thoughts, feelings, and situation all in one sentence?
Heavily tension ripped every single muscle in your body and you suddenly got the urge to shrink into yourself. He didn't know how right his words were - or was that the opposite? Clearly, he knew you were isolated and trapped here with nowhere to go.
Still, in spite of the blunt way in which he pointed it out - he was absolutely right. You were trapped, you had no allies and you were completely and utterly alone in this place. He knew it as well as you did.
Acute anxiety occupied your thoughts and made it difficult to mask your fear this time around. The man's words practically caused dread to flood the pit of your stomach.
Instead of giving your inner thoughts away, you pressed your lips tight.
One of Aizen's hands slides up and down your back in a soothing motion. You supposed the gesture was meant to calm you but all it did was remind you of how dire the situation was.
"Now Gin…there's no need to make her uncomfortable. No harm will come to her in her new home." Aizen confidently assured.
A lone finger came up to lift your chin towards a handsome visage. "Rion will accompany you for the time being. I will reconvene with you for dinner. Is that acceptable?"
Apprehensive and unable to do much else, you nodded once. You just didn't trust your voice not to give away your distress.
Gin's tone took on a lower, more serious note. "In the meantime…there's something interesting I think you'll want to discuss…"
"So she's the one huh? I have to say she's quite the looker." Gin jovially remarked to his consociate.
Following the latter's departure, Aizen had moved to sit on his chair, head reclining elegantly on a closed fist.
"Oh I see…I guess this answers the question of why you spent so much time in front of the monitor." The thin Shinigami continued.
"I spent a great deal of time observing her. She's a valuable piece to my ambitions."
"Or just a valuable piece to you."
Aizen regarded the other man with an intense, indecipherable countenance. "Is that what you think?"
"I think there's some truth to it but I gotta say…the poor thing doesn't really appear all that excited about being your Queen. How are you going to handle that?"
The sophisticated sovereign brought his cup of tea to his lips. "I have the utmost patience and belief that she will come to accept her role in time. It's only a matter of time."
"Lord Aizen mentioned to me that you often liked to read in your spare time. We have an expansive library collection for anyone to enjoy if they wish. I thought perhaps you'd like to visit it today."
The suggestion did nothing to stir you.
Admittedly, you didn't contribute much conversation towards the handmaiden and it was only now that you realize that you'd been dissociating state the entire time. Which was exhausting considering that you were practically numb after being forced to guard yourself from everything transpiring around you.
Considering the interaction you just had, you felt unsettled in a way that's overtly frightening and you had no real reason to give her why you were so terrified.
Ever oblivious to the inner turmoil that was becoming commonplace, the handmaiden happily guided you down another hall with an actual destination in mind. She had no idea of the intolerable dilemma inside your head. The young woman didn't understand your frustration nor could she sympathize with your situation. According to her, you should be happy that 'Lord Aizen' bestowed his favor on you.
After all this time, you still weren't any closer to escaping back home and your hope and determination was starting to dwindle. As a consequence, it forces you to consider the reality of your situation in depth - what true progress has been made since your time here? Truth be told, it was as if you were never even trying in the first place.
In all actuality, you were under a substantial amount of stress with a number of external stressors around you. Stress that had been continuously mounting and you had no way of shaking it from your person.
At present, everything seemed like a hopeless endeavor. All your planning, all your strategic scheming. All of it was in vain.
You can't deal with the realization. You can't accept the possibility that you may never make it out alive even if you gave it your all.
A great part of you wished you'd spent the night at your parents house instead of going to your apartment. That way you wouldn't have been taken against your will to an unknown place full of inhuman strangers.
Slowing in your mechanical stride, you began to sway, head pounding excruciatingly. Your knees suddenly buckled from the strain of holding yourself up. You had to reach a hand out to brace yourself against a nearby wall to keep from falling. All of this catching the attention of the easy startled handmaiden.
Fighting back tears, you've come to accept that you feel overwhelmingly worn down.
"My Queen, are you alright?!" Rion frantically questioned, a startling note of fear and desperation in her voice.
It took you a minute to find your voice and you opened and closed your mouth several times in a pathetic attempt to answer.
"Water…I need…water." You request, searching for a more reasonable, measured tone of voice.
The frightened woman nodded. "Yes, right away. Please wait here."
In the midst of trying to steady your breathing, measured footsteps could be heard approaching.
He silently observed you in your downed state. Emotionless and calm in contrast to your distressed anguish.
Right away, you expected him to say or do something but all you got nothing. Clearly, your downed miserable state had no effect on him. He couldn't care less about your emotional state so long as you remained physically present per the wishes of his superior.
He didn't have to address you directly.
You couldn't stop the rage from emerging this time.
"Get away from me." You angrily spat.
He said nothing, staring at you some moments longer before moving to leave without a word of acknowledgement.
Digging your nails into the wall, you silently stewed listening to the measured footsteps fading in the distance.
It angered you that he listened to this but not when you demanded that he take you back home. The anger acted as motivation, a grounding anchor amid the discontent and anguish. And it was this very anchor that gave you the strength to pull yourself up from the wall and go after him.
Stumbling, you broke into a near run, driven to trail behind the man and expressed the emotion you kept hidden for the better part of the day.
Just as you rounded a corner, you spotted a single door closing. A definite indication that the man had just gone through it. Just as you raised a fist to pound on it, you paused when the sound of voices reached your ear.
Despite being able to make out Ulquiorra's cold tone of voice, it's the other faint, soft-spoken voice that captures your immediate attention. Undoubtedly female, it's one you easily recognize in spite of only hearing it for the first time the day prior.
"You are here to be useful to Lord Aizen. That is all. Do not fall short of this responsibility." The man's cold voice established.
Both statements he made to her let you know right then and there that your situations were similar. Both of you were brought here to serve a purpose for Aizen.
"You can never hope to leave his place." He plainly told her and your own heart seized hearing it even though it wasn't directed at you.
Taking a breath, you tried hard not to fall back into an emotional breakdown. What good could it serve you at this juncture?
Still, his words put a lot into perspective and begged the question of how the woman got here exactly.
Was she also taken by Ulquiorra or did she arrive another way?
A sliver of exhilaration rushed through you at that moment. And with you now knowing where she was being kept - she could be the key to you finding a way back home.
"There you are. I grew worried that you'd gotten lost." She explained, a glass of water in hand. "My Queen?"
You didn't hear her. With this brand new development, all your mind was focused on was what your next move would be.
As was customary, an elegant dinner spread was prepared and laid out beautifully on the table by the servants and it looked and smelled utterly delicious. On account of this, you hated that you couldn't enjoy it like you wanted. As anticipated, wine was served to the both of you and you ignored it like you always did. Over the course of the dinner, you ate slowly, not having not much of an appetite to begin with.
Just as you concluded during breakfast, there's nothing rushed about Aizen's manner of consumption. If you wanted a lesson in table manners, all you needed to do was watch how controlled and refined the man partook in eating his dinner. Bizarrely…even in a calm setting like the one now, you've never stopped feeling uncomfortable around him. No matter how seamless each interaction with him is - never had you felt truly safe.
Not surprisingly, the attendants, Menoly and Loly are stationed at ready along the back wall, presumably awaiting any order from their leader. You try not to look directly at them. It would seem that they would be present during every dinner setting so there wasn't any need for you to question their attendance.
Nonetheless, you simply don't possess the mental capacity to be bothered by their presence. They were the least of your worries for now. Not when the biggest threat was sitting next to you. Over the course of the dinner, you're surprisingly subdued, eating your meal with a sort of detached interest.
After some time passes, Aizen orders the other women to leave and stand outside.
"Should I have need of you, I will call." He declared to the pair.
Without much of a fuss, the pair merely bowed gracefully. In this instance, you noticed that Loly didn't bother cutting her eyes venomously at you. Though it probably had something to do with the way Aizen's gaze was centered intensely on them.
"Yes Lord Aizen." They said in unison before retreating from the room altogether.
Even with the sound of the heavy doors closing, their departure still didn't bring you any comfort.
With only the two of you left in the room, Aizen felt it necessary to engage you in conversation. "Are you well? I'd heard that you suffered an unfortunate incident after our last meeting."
"I'm okay." You quietly answer, trying to pretend that you hadn't just flinched at the sound of his voice addressing you. By now, you'd been saying you were fine all day but the answer lies bare and clear in plain view to everyone. You weren't fine.
Apart from the fact that you can feel the heat of his gaze on your person, you spent much of the day avoiding eye contact with him. Now was no exception.
"I've had this spread specially made for you. I'm aware that you've never had any boyfriend or lover do something like this for you. I feel honored to be the first."
The revealing statement irritated you rather than have the desired effect he probably expected.
"You wouldn't know that if you weren't stalking me." You accuse, finally sparing him an uneasy glance.
"Stalking is certainly a harsh way to put it."
"But it's the truth."
"I suppose it is."
The tense silence stretched for long moments until he merely took another approach at getting through to you.
"These past few days I realize that I've been quite inattentive to you and for that I sincerely apologize. Please allow me to remedy that."
You remained stubborn and unmoved.
"Depends on what you mean by remedy."
"_" The sudden use of your name surprised you. "Please believe me when I say that I truly mean you no harm."
Frankly, you didn't want to hear any of it so you just looked away.
Steeling your nerves, you schooled your expression, not wanting to seem too predictable with your emotions. It's a kind of weakness he'll be looking for.
An expression of indignation manifested along your features as you shifted in your chair. "Then why is it that I find it so hard to believe you?"
The frequent attempts at love bombing were starting to wear on you and your mental - it served no other purpose but to be a manipulative tactic. A predictable tactic you were vaguely familiar with but a tactic you could recognize no less.
He sighed. "I wish I could make you see it. Tell me…what would you have me do to change your belief."
"What are you willing to do?"
"I would do anything."
Anything. That one word kept repeating in your mind and the wheels in your head started turning. Your mind just couldn't get past the uncertainty and rather listen to your intuition. You decided to lay it all out on the table.
"Alright then…tell me the truth. I want the whole truth."
Aizen merely blinked, that one lone action conveying a hint of confusion.
"The whole truth…and what would this 'truth' be regarding?" He calmly inquired.
Swallowing down the apprehension, you readjusted your grip on the eating utensil in your hand.
"It's about last night. I had a - I was asleep and I think you did something to me while I was sleeping."
He took another generous sip of his wine and you looked at your own glass once more. Although the liquid looked relatively harmless, looks could be deceiving. Either way you still won't touch it.
"Oh? Something like what?"
By now, your composure was stretched thin and the threat of snapping loomed ever closer. Unresolved feelings were welling up inside of you once again and you weren't certain you could keep them at bay this go around. You already felt as though you were spiraling.
"I don't want to say it but I think you have an idea."
His smile deepened. "My my…you certainly have some odd dreams."
"It wasn't a dream. At least I don't think it was. No…it couldn't have been." You reasoned.
He looked at you over the glass, brown eyes displaying a cunning countenance you don't think you'd seen beforehand. "Can you at least offer insight into what I did to you?"
"I said I won't talk about it." You denied, cautiously examining him with quiet determination.
"I understand." The man placed the drinking glass back on the table before his gaze danced over to yours. "Are you sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination?" He casually proposed.
You found your eyes narrowing of their own accord. "Don't do that. I know the difference between my imagination, reality and a dream." You said, guardingly.
Throughout the discussion, you were assessing him while making logical resolutions in your mind based on his answers and reaction.
"If you truly want my honest input, I'd say that what you likely experienced was not simply a figment of your imagination per say. I think it was closer to what most people would call an illusion."
"An illusion?" You laughed breathlessly. "Are you trying to say that my senses were so messed up I just randomly thought up whatever I experienced?"
Despite you initiating the conversation and asking valid and logical questions, it still felt like he was very much in control of the situation. You don't understand how he projects that kind of air, maybe it was just in his nature, to be controlled and composed in every situation.
"Yes. I believe that is the case." He passively remarked.
You shook your head in disbelief.
This man…he couldn't be serious.
This was it - this had to be your confirmation that the man was a high-functioning sociopath.
"It is my belief that this figment was entirely of your own creation. However, I admit that there were certain factors that came into play."
"Factors? I don't understand." You said, absently.
He didn't provide an answer and your unease suddenly increased tenfold. It was then you understood without him having to flat out admit it. Based on his account, the 'figment of your imagination' didn't form nor take root on its own. There was still an underlying implication that he somehow had something to do with its conception.
But if that was the case, how was something like that possible? How could another person put a thought or concept inside your mind? Was he capable of planting something inside of your mind before you went to sleep or did he give you some sort of drug that interfered with your sleep? Those unanswered questions opened the door to the biggest unanswered question of all. Just what was this man capable of that you didn't know about?
Reaching over, he softly caressed your face with a reassuring hard. Something that resembled affection reflecting in his intense stare as he softly declared. "Please listen to me when I say…I would never do anything to you that you don't want."
Was it within the bounds of possibility that he had not done anything detrimental to you while you slept? While he was still a kidnapping bastard, had you sorely misguided a portion of his character? Were your thoughts and feelings a manifestation of stress? It was entirely possible.
All this time, you thought you knew what he was capable of - a man that naturally evokes a profound sense of magnetism and subtle enticement that was almost intimidating. However, the softness in his expression made you think otherwise.
The warmness in his eyes assured you that he was being truthful…that you were safe and cared for. The tender delivery of the proclamation had you questioning everything that had happened up until this point. You had no way of knowing whether or not he was being sincere…only that he sounded like a man that was. Considering how much time you spent convincing yourself of his guilt, as of now you weren't so sure of your own judgment.
"What do you want from me? All of this is so confusing and scary and I just want to go home. I want to go home and pretend this never happened." You whispered, on the verge of tears.
Unmistakable desire burned in the man's gaze and you were shocked at how openly he displayed the telling emotion.
The male leaned in fairly close until the two of you were nearly touching. He smelled of clean linen, spicy cologne and traditional male musk. Even more than usual, you found that you were attuned to every nuance that comprised Sosuke Aizen.
Unwittingly, your poorly coordinated gaze fell on his lips and the unwanted thoughts began anew. In that moment, you recalled vivid images and sensations from the previous night. Shamefully, you felt a confusing mix of arousal and guilt.
As time went on, you grew more wearily and aware of the pressure of having his smothering gaze on you. Rather than seeing the inviting, soft brown eyes you'd grown used to seeing, all you could see was that they'd shifted into something more voracious and foreboding. The look, while moderately unwarranted, was lascivious in nature. For all his faults, you cannot deny that Sosuke Aizen was an incredibly attractive, charismatic man.
Without much prompting the look elicited a reaction from you, encouraging a fluttering sensation in the recesses of your stomach. The voice of reason in your mind had gone dormant. He'd effectively shattered your false sense of security and iron-clad resolve simultaneously. In the space of a few minutes, the man's entire being engulfed your dulled senses.
When you looked up, Aizen had come to stand over you and with that his intentions became known. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest when his hands made contact with your person, hands gently lifting you from the chair. Sadly, the dinner was instantly forgotten. Immediately the look on the man's features put you on edge, as you'd been mostly avoidant of any attempts of intimacy from him.
Your heart rate started off at an erratic pace. Aside from this, you realize that you're afraid…you're afraid that a small part of you actually wants it to happen and if you admitted it to yourself, you don't know how you'd be able to come to grips with it.
"What did you do to me?" You questioned, staring unflinchingly into those sickly brown eyes of the man's.
Warm breaths fanned across your skin, his face hovering just above yours.
"Nothing your body didn't already want. I only gave you pleasure. There's nothing wrong with that is it?" He asserted, voice low and husky. The question itself appeared to be rooted in a form of persuasion but the timbre of his seductive voice sent a thrill racing down your spine.
Apparently, this was all it took to disarm you - a mere look, savory voice and beguiling chestnut eyes.
Dipping his auburn head, Aizen seamlessly intertwined your lips with his in a tender kiss. He was an unsurprisingly good kisser, carefully but expertly working your mouth in the way he wanted. Though most of his efforts included trying to gently coax your mouth open further. Your jaw soon fell open and his tongue slid inside fluidly. It was then you felt his calloused hands sliding over your curves.
The feathery touches lured you into a false sense of comfort and the man began leaving chaste kisses along your cheek and jawline. To which, you released a breathy whimper in response. Before long he coasted downwards to do the same along the skin of your neck. As it currently stood, you were poised to receive whatever he chose to give you. His intimate actions, stirring a deep desire in your belly and bringing forth all sorts of sinful arousal.
"See…there's nothing wrong with this…" His deep, alluring voice assured.
In your current state, you had no reason not to believe him so you thoughtlessly gave in without a fight. Quickly getting lost in the feeling. You craved comfort and needed reassurance that everything was going to be alright. Even while you're trapped in this white hell.
With women, silence was often taken as consent, so what sort of difference would it make?
Naturally, you leaned into the passionate caresses, desperate wanting to feel better about everything. Everything was so confusing, all you want is to feel better about your situation.
"...please." You pleaded, voice trembling and uncertain.
At this point, you didn't even know what you were asking for. Honestly, you didn't know what to believe anymore. Every place his hands and lips touched burned. Your mind was screaming not to allow this to happen but your body…it called out for him.
In what seemed to be no time at all, his lips engulfed yours in an impassioned kiss. When he reached for your skirt, you didn't stop him. You let him strip your lower half of its clothing.
The man soon positioned you on the table, with your knees bent and spread open to his wanting gaze.
He started by teasing your thighs with soft gentle kisses, fingers delicately hooking into the soft fabric covering your modesty. He continued placing chaste kisses along your shapely thighs, likely in an attempt to put you at ease while he pulled down your panties.
Anticipating his hot mouth's descent. You jumped, gasping aloud when his searing mouth finally made contact with your bare sex. Your head flew back, back arching up from the table as you exhaled loudly. The surprising sensation of him leisurely licking the sensitive flesh of your cunt sent you into a euphoric frenzy, the direct stimulation devastating.
Delicately brushing the lips of your vagina…pressing light open mouthed kisses on the tiny swollen nub. He licks you with the entire flat of his tongue, lapping indulgently at your sensitive clit. In no time at all, delightful wetness quickly accumulated from your opening.
He situated his hot mouth directly over your clit, sucking lightly., lavishing blissful attention on your vulva. He took his time expertly using the wet muscle to lather up one side and do the same to the other soon he's a man with a gift for talking, you couldn't have imagined that his mouth was gifted in more ways than one.
When you glanced down at the man, heated brown eyes bore deeply into yours. He held your listless gaze while he continued descending on the engorged button, which was more sensitive than you realized.
A few wide-tongued licks earned him a gush of heady excitement from your opening. He masterfully swiped up and down the dewy folds, every nerve ending coming to life through his titillating actions.
Darting his tongue into the opening of your cunt, Aizen suddenly switched tactics, enacting a rapturous stroking motion with the wiggling muscle. It was such a hot, sensual sensation.
It felt so good you almost couldn't handle it.
He used his thumb to slightly part the moist lips for better access, leaving over your pearl, gathering the slick essence into his waiting mouth. He tasted you with skillful fervor, feeding his ravenous appetite.
You continued rolling your hips with a feverish urgency when the man's agile tongue began moving in a counterclockwise rhythm that induced the most explosive feeling in your lower half. Plates of food and glass crashed to the floor due in part to your flailing limbs. As wet noise filled the air, you stared up at the ceiling.
Your hips began moving along his working mouth against your will. The friction made it tremendously gratifying. Applying enough gentle pressure there to have you mewling. Unable to stop undulating against his face, Aizen had to press a hand to your stomach to keep you stationary.
He pulled the outer lips open to get to the warm pink flesh hidden inside. When Aizen delved his tongue inside and your sinewy pelvis lifted from the table.
Once he slid his tongue deeper, heightening the sensation to a pleasurable degree. The man tunneled back and forth into the wet sleeve, leaving your entire frame quaking as you let out more wanton cries. Electric shocks zipping through your body in response. The pleasure from it was so intense that you tried in vain to twist away.
You don't know how long he kept you suspended in pleasurable bewilderment, your mind far too gone to be aware of anything but breathtaking delirium.
The aching in your loins eventually grew to unbearable proportions and your entire body locked up. The inevitable release barreled over your shuttering frame and you screamed aloud from the debilitating ecstasy.
When you finally came back to yourself, you lay across the table panting, mentally shattered and incapable of moving your limbs.
Aizen however, placed one last kiss on the sensitive flesh before rising to hover over you one again. "You taste divine." He raucously commented, hot breath blowing across your heated skin.
In the aftermath, you felt faint, body tired and sluggish. Although your body still tingled and shook, you'd gone completely numb down there, legs unable to stop shaking.
Seeing the dazed and floaty look in your eyes, he took the opportunity to steal another kiss from your swollen lips. Following this, Aizen pressed his forehead against yours.
"I've waited quite a long time to do something like this." He huskily explained.
You couldn't even acknowledge him in your flustered and fatigued state.
"Well then…I guess we can forgo the rest of our dinner." He noted before pressing a gentle kiss to your sweaty forehead.
With the length of his body now pressed intimately against yours…you felt it. The arousal he felt for you.
At first she thought she was merely hearing things…but then, the sounds became more frequent and abundantly clear. Her heart sank and scattered into a million pieces before an inferno of lividness ignited, incinerating the remaining fragments. Loly dug her nails into her hand to the point where her fist became bloody. The rage dulled any pain she might've felt in the moment.
Loly bit the inside of her jaw, completely unbothered by the sharp pain erupting in her mouth. One didn't have to be a genius to know what transgressions were taking place behind the door.
Why in the hell would Lord Aizen choose to lower himself by engaging in such activities with a lowly human girl?
Immediately, the female arrancar wanted the woman dead and if she could get to her now, she surely would be.
Until now, she had a hard time believing that he would conduct himself with her in this type of manner but she'd already seen tiny glimpses of it beforehand. And now hearing what was taking place behind the doors, she could no longer fool herself into thinking it wasn't possible. It was evident that the whole time.
This new development seemed to have thrown nearly everyone for a loop. For some reason that evaded everyone, their leader had become fixated on a human girl.
In that moment, all her insecurities shone deeply, everything fully exposed as though her chest was wide open for everyone to see.
He never ordered her and Menoly out of the room whilst he ate until she showed up. Everything was fine before she came along. Now he was denying them the privilege of being in his company.
There wasn't any way that he wasn't privy to her feelings for him, as it has always been plainly obvious. She loved him more than anything.
Why would he hurt her like this? How could he take another woman as his Queen, happily professing it to an assembly of arrancar and espada? Wasn't she enough?
Lord Aizen was her entire world - she lived and breathed to serve him. For a long time, she dedicated all of time and energy towards pleasing him from day one. She would gladly do anything he asked of her. Is this how he chose to repay her? Carrying on with some human tramp? She wouldn't stand for it. She couldn't stand her being able to spend so much time with him.
Nothing else mattered beyond having Lord Aizen's interest.
What she was feeling suddenly intensified and she was able to recognize it for what it was - pure unadulterated jealousy. That jealousy festered irritatingly in her chest, driving her up the fucking wall.
Loly clenched her fists even tighter.
It felt like he'd discarded her for another woman that believed she was better than her. He may as well have shoved a dagger in her heart. It was the absolute worst betrayal she'd ever experienced.
Just what about her was so fucking special?
From what she'd witnessed so far, nothing about her was remarkable. She was absolutely nothing in the face of a formidable arrancar like her. It wasn't fair. She didn't get to show up and usurp their leader's attention from her grasp. It should not have been possible…she shouldn't have that type of power.
What sort of manipulative bullshit had she pulled on him for this to take place?
"Loly?" Menoly's concerned voice broke through her murderous thoughts.
While she was nowhere near as angry as her, the other woman could no doubt sense the storm raging inside Loly's head as she watched her friend quietly seethe.
"That bitch…I'm going to tear her to pieces." She muttered under her breath venomously.
All she knew now was that she had to do something or she would lose him forever. She needed to put an end to it once and for all.
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