Will be continuing. Updated 8-30-09
Mature, dark fic. Enjoy
Touch of a Demon
It has been a few months since Orihime was taken to Hueco Mundo. Every boring day went by without a change. Nothing changed. Nothing about Los Noches anyways.
Orihime herself had changed quite a bit. Her hair was a little darker and a good deal longer. Her skin had gone whiter than usual due to lack of sun. Aizen had added a little kitchen in her room knowing that she like to cook. He gave her things every week that she was compliant.
The first week it was a huge white bed with dozens of little white pillows. The next week it was a desk with paper, pencils, markers, crayons, a journal and a little chair and light. The third week it was a room extension. He had the wall to the right removed so her room was now twice the size. After that things got more complicated. The next week he added her own bathroom with a jetpool tub. After that the kitchen was added and since then little things came. One shelf with books with all the things she liked to read. Most were recipe books that Aizen provided her with.
The most entertaining gift was what has been coming every week. Gin Ichimaru. He came after t he kitchen and ever since she has been spending time with him and cooking with him. Surprizingly, he loved her food and stopped by at random to eat left overs with her. It was a relief to be able to look forward to something moderatly positive. Even if it was a sin, to be visiting and sharing personal information with the enemy, especially Gin Ichimaru. What else could she do?
It was a normal day, Orihime was looking through one of her recipe books and waiting for Gin to visit.
" I'm coming in, Onna." Orihime looked to see Ulquiorras silhouette in the doorway. She knew the dance well. She dropped whatever she was holding and stood up.
" Aizen-Sama desires you." He stated flatly. Orihime nodded and followed him out the door.
Aizen always had a way of breaking the resolve that Orihime worked so hard to establish. So she feared him. Who didn't? Ulquiorra pushed open the door and bowed his head.
" The Onna, Aizen-Sama." he said. Aizen was blocked from Orihimes vision.
" That will be all, Ulquiorra." Aizen said. His voice a low sultry tone. Ulquiorra bowed again and exited and let a small smirk grace his pale lips as he strode past Orihime. If Aizen did not frighten her, the smirk did.
She fidgeted in her arrancar outfit as Aizen spun his chair around. His face was blessed with a small smile.
" Konban-wa. Orihime. " Aizen said. Orihime nodded.
" Konban-wa Aizen-Sama." He stood up and beckoned her forward.
" I do hope you are enjoying your home."
Orihime bowed, " You are too kind Aizen- Sama, I do what I can with your gifts." Aizen reached out to her and carressed her hand.
" I thank you. It is so curious trying to please a human."
He escorted her into his bedroom. Orihime marveled. It was at least twice the size of her own room and so was the bed. The bed could fit at least ten people. The walls were lighted by five floor length windows and a ceiling window that let the never ending moon beam down onto the center of the bed. There was one door besides the one they came from. Orihime turned her head and saw that it was a bathroom with what looked like a hot tub in the floor.
Orihimes fear spiked when Aizen squeezed and pulled her out of her daze.
" It has been four months since you were brought here. Did you know?"
" I had an idea, I don't know the exact date." Aizen nodded.
" I have a special gift for you." Aizen walked and pulled out a bag from behind the bed. He pulled out the contents. Orihimes heart stopped when she saw that it was a bathing suit. Thankfully it was maroon.
" A pleasurable relaxing evening in my company. I do hope you will comply." Aizen said, dropping his voice slightly above a whisper. Orihime pulled her courage and nodded a yes. Knowing that the only way to say no was to visit the local butcher.
" Good." Aizen gave her the suit.
" Change, I promise I won't look."
He turned around and called the servants in. Loli and Menoli. Their anger was present on there faces. As Orihime stripped out of her clothes and into the two piece Aizen was already in his swim suit, simple maroon shorts. The scene was almost comic. Orihime blushed when she adjusted the top. It covered her almost completely. Aizen turned just as she finished her adjustments. He took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. The walls were a dark maroon and the only light was the moon.
He placed his hand on her lower back and ushered her into the hot water. Loli and Menoli had turned the jets on and were exiting the room as Orihime turned her head, her eyes pleading. They closed the door without a word and then she was alone with him.
Her mind went blank as the hot water seeped under her skin. She moved to the side and let the jets massage her back. She looked to see Aizen across from her. His eyes closed and his breathing deep. She tried to relax and let her head sink under the water. She remained there for a few moments before surfacing. She wiped the hair from her eyes and saw Aizen smirking at her.
" How do you feel?" He asked. She exhaled and pulled her legs to her chest.
" Good. It makes me tired though." Aizen took the chance and moved in next her. She had her eyes closed and didn't see it. She felt his hands spin her so she was sitting in between his legs. He entwined his legs around hers so she couldn't move. She yelped and tried to get out but he had a strong hold on her abdomen.
" Calm down. Just relax." He moved her hair out of the way and began a small circular motion around her shoulders and back. Her heartbeat quickened as his breath fell on her neck, sending chills down her spine and into places she'd never felt before.
Aizen relished the feel of her silk skin beneath his masterful hands. She fit perfectly with him. She was a mesmerizing goddess, he was a powerful god. He felt her body tense up for a moment when her back stiffened her her little hands tightened around his arms. He kept the steady movements until the fumes he hand poured into the hottub finally took affect. The steam grew thicker and her breathing grew rasp.
Orihime let her hands fall from Aizens arms. Her head grew heavy and she let herself fall back into Aizens chest. He watched her body go lax. When he thought she would pass out, he turned the jets off and let the steam settle. Her eyes fluttered. The toxins moisturizing her lungs.
WARNING turn back if you are a minor that knows right from wrong XD
Aizen watched her eyes open. He let his head fall onto her shoulder. He gave her a little flick of his tongue and she tensed. Her hands rose out of the water slowly and she clawed at his wrists.
Her strength was fading slowly. Her scratches were pleasurable to him and he felt the need for flesh to burn inside of him. He let his hands slide down to her sides and slowly trace little circles on the contours of her tight stomach.
She gave a small sigh of exasperation. Orihime tried in vain to get out of his hold. Her squirming caused her heart to beat faster and soon her blood was sending sweet packages of toxins to her brain. Aizen saw this when her fingers started twitching and her body became hyper aware of where his hands were heading.
She could feel the very space between her skin and the tip of his nail. She shivered in fear and moaned her complaints.
Aizen let his hands fall into the crevice between her thighs. She jumped and whimpered in pleasure as her body ignited in a passionate flame. He used his legs to pull her legs apart and felt her lean back into him when he began his massages directly above her own passion. His arms were long enough to reach under hers and reach her thighs, but not enough to enter her. He spun her around slowly so he could see her face.
Orihime moaned in protest when Aizens hands began massaging her thighs. It was wrong. He shouldn't be touching her. But if felt so good...her head was empty. She felt nothing. Nothing but the chills and shivers vibrating through her bones.
Her head lolled to the side and a small sigh escaped through her sweet parted lips. Aizen smirked, his own pleasure reaching new heights at seeing her tongue slide over her bottom lip. Purposely, he lurched her forward so she was directly above him. Her heaving chest pressing tightly against his. Aizen lifted her chin and looked into her eyes and saw them clouded with arousal and the toxin. She stared lustfully at his lips and tried to pull herself closer.
" How do you feel?" He whispered into her ear. Her answer was a quiet moan.
It was time.
He lifted her from the water and carried her to the bed. Their bodies dampened the sheets but Aizen felt himself grow hotter when he saw her hair splayed erotically over her chest. She raised her leg and tried to pull herself up but her muscle wouldn't hold it there. Her leg flopped back down to the bed and she gave and aggravated sigh.
Aizen slipped up and over her. He brought his lips to her collar bone and sucked her succulent flesh. She squeeled in innocent delight. He ran his hands over her bosom and massaged her through the thin fabric. Not wanting to concentrate on a particular area, he moved his hands on down and played with the dip in her stomach where her ribs end. He scratched at her hips lightly and she moaned quietly. Her face flushed and her eyes closed. He let his finger slip under waistband and pulled it down slowly. He kissed along her legs as he stripped her of clothing. He felt her leg twitch and was happy to see that she was almost ready for him.
He tossed her bottoms aside and lifted her upper body and untied her top with expertise. He marveled for a moment at her perfection. He had seen many women before. But each one had a flaw, even with Aizens eye for perfection. He could never find a woman who was one hundred percent perfect. As far as he could see, Orihimes only weakness was that she couldn't admit to her greatness. But that didn't matter right now. She was here now, incompacitated and naked beneath him.
Perfect oppurnity.
Aizen lifted her legs and placed himself between them. He used her waist to push himself closer to her flesh he felt her virgin warmth on the head of his erection. It sent his mind flying. He braced himself with one hand and used the other to hold Orihime. He watched as her mind fought against the drug. He could see it in her eyes and hands. Her eyes were fluttering and her hands were twitching where they layed by her head.
He nuzzled the crook between her neck and shoulder and bit down. He always left two love bites. One before entering. And the other when he climaxed.
He entered her swiftly and even with the power of the toxins, her scream was enormous. He didn't like to brag, but Aizen was well endowed. He never measured but he was positive it was over nine inches, possibly ten. She had arched her back sharply and latched onto Aizens sides with her fingers clawing at him. He chuckled at her ministrations. They felt good to him, even though she was drawing blood.
He pulled back and thrust forward again, this time HE moaned. It was heaven being inside of her. There were many reasons why:
1. She was a virgin.
2. She was very desireable
3. She was a goddess
4. She loved Kurosaki.
5. She hated him.
He held onto her hips as he began a steady pace. After awhile Orihimes cries of pain turned into quiet whimpers of pleasure. She was no longer scratching at him, she now had her hands over her face in embarrasment. He thought it was cute how even on the drugs she could act so modest. He could still see her mouth though, and it was parted slightly with heavy breaths. Every once in awhile her tongue would slide out and she would lick her lip or she was chew on her bottom lip, surpressing her moans which were getting more heated.
Sweat fell from Aizens brow as he sped up, he could feel Orihime tightening around him and knew she was getting close to her release. He too was nearing his own. Although he didn't usually voice his pleasure, he found himself grunting and moaning very quietly with every thrust. He came in moments as did Orihime whos eyes shot open and she gave one final cry and fell very silent, Aizen toppling over her. They stayed situated like that before Aizen pulled out of her and went to lay beside her. Her eyes were closed and he sensed that she had already fallen into a deep sleep. He threw the blanket over her and chuckled to himself. The last person to be in his bed...was Momo. Although he wasn't with her, the thought still churned his black heart at the thought of doing the same to Momo. Even though she wasn't as attractive as Orihime was, nor as powerful, she adored him. And the thought of ruining her the way he had to Orihime was be even more amusing than simply killing her. He snuggled close to Orihimes sweet scent and fell into a deep sleep. His hand around her waist just beneath her breast, for when she woke up.
Elsewhere in Los Noches
Gin opened Orihimes door and was not surprized to see it empty. He walked in and closed the door anyway. Gin was no fool. He knew that Aizen was going to take the girl soon. He could tell by Aizens restlessness. He was always striding around his room or staring at the moon.
Gins loyalty to Aizen would never falter. But he did feel a twinge when he had heard the news from Ulquiorra.
Gin sat on Orihimes bed and let his smiled fall. Right at this very moment, the poor child was being ruined. Gin never truly could get over those feelings. He mused over all the people that were dying right at this very moment. And one of them was dying, so to speak, just a short walk from where he was. He could stop it. Or he could not. It was a little game he liked to play. And it was a game he never truly enjoyed.
The next day
Her head hurt. That was all she was aware of. Her head hurt and by god it hurt like hell.
Orihime turned her head into the pillow and breathed heavily. She froze stiff when she felt a hot breath on her own neck. Quivering, she turned her head to see Aizen, eyes wide open staring at her with amusement.
" Ohayo, Orihime." he said letting his fingers move over her naked skin just below her hip.
" W- What?" She jumped and realized she wasn't wearing anything. It took her another moment to realize that neither was he.
" How do you feel?" He asked a simple question but she couldn't understand it. Her fear-ridden eyes showed everything. Confusion, fear, the need of escape.
" What am I doing here?" she asked. Her face turning pink and her heart beating wildly.
" What are you doing here you ask? Don't you remember?" he asked. Pulling her closer so she felt his hardness against her thigh.
She screeched and reeled around. She rolled violently off the ground and fell to the floor with a loud thump, taking the blankets with her. Tears streamed down her face as her mind traveled back to those muddy memories. Her body ached where it shouldnt. Her legs were sticky with a substance that certaintly shouldn't be there. And worse, she was naked in a room with a man she shouldn't be with.
He smiled at her reaction. It was even better than what he expected. She wrapped the blanket around her and ran through the first door she found. Humiliating herself when she slipped and fell into the hottub. The blanket wrapped around her and pulled her under the water. She flayed her arms and legs and breathed in more water when Aizen grabbed one of her limbs and pulled her out.
He watched her as she coughed and gagged. It was an erotic sight, he'll admit. The blanket was wound up one of her thighs and then wrapped around her hip and then up to conceal her chest then around her neck where it dangled around the other side of her arm. Her coughing arched her back and he watched her stomach tighten as she clawed away from him.
He kneeled down and she was dumbfounded to see that he was still naked. She shook her head and hugged her knees her chest, trying to ease the pain in her groin.
" I see you've remembered." He tilted his head and licked his lips to where she could see. " Delicious." he added.
" Shut up!" She cried, choking on her tears. Aizen grinned and stood up.
" You deny it happened?" He lunged for her and she screamed trying to pry his eyes out as he moved her back into the bedroom. She was practically off the ground as he dragged her to the bed and turned her around harshly, holding her arms at her side and the other on her head, pointing her head towards his point.
" Look!" He yelled. She closed her eyes and wept. He slapped her across the face, hard enough to shock her and her eyes opened sharply as he pointed.
" See?" There on the bed was a dark red stain she knew was hers. She cried out again and fell limp in his arms. He held her up as she sobbed violently.
Later
When she left his room, it was Ulquiorra who came for her. She was still wound up in nothing but the wet blanket. She was unconsious and Ulquiorra carried her down the halls. Espada knew better than to speak smack, even Grimmjow who avoided the scene altogether.
Gin was in her room when Ulquiorra layed her bluntly on the bed. They eyed eachother before Ulquiorra silently left the room.
Gin turned and looked at the girl. He almost cried out. Her body was covered with dark red marks and small bruises. Especially on her thighs. He removed the blanket from her and wrapped her in her own blankets and brushed her hair out of her face. He wondered how many times Aizen had claimed her. Enough to make her pass out obviously.
At least six or seven...
" Bastard." He whispered into the air for no one to hear.