Here's a second installment! Hope you enjoy!

Hey guys, for those of you who are reading my other stories, you have an idea of what type of stories I write and I'm letting you know now that this story is totally different from those. This is a collaboration story with Magdalena88 who happens to be an amazing writer also.

This is her profile link: u/1542372/

This story is based on ancient Scythain warrior women.

To Sacha: Yay! you're reading another one of my stories! I hope that this one lives up to Supernatural.

To Olivia: See above, except replace Supernatural with It Was A Mistake. Also, I hope this chapter give you more to judge the story on.

Orihime looks back at the man who waswho's holding on to her waist. The history of his language coursed through her mind.

Some of these words felt familiar, yet, she didn't truly understand what a majority of them meant.

She blushed.

His body presses up against hers, his arms wrapped around her, his hands touching her stomach, even thoughthrough her clothing was thick she still could feel the heat radiating from his touch spreading all throughout her body.

She was unfamiliar with the sensation, yet…

She didn't want it to ever stop.

"So…where are we?" he asks her. She could feel him looking around, taking in the beautiful scenery around them.

"We are in Khatun Uul, my homeland," she responds to him happily.

"It's a beautiful place you got here. It seems like no matter where you are, the view will always be beautiful," he states looking around. A wave of nauseanaseua and dizziness overwhelms him. He rests his head on her back.

She squeaks slightly, her face an impossible shade of red that covers her ears and touches her hairline.

"Your hair is really soft…and it smells really nice…like rose water," he comments sleepily.

"Oh…well…thank you…" she mumbles, still blushing.

All her life she was told the horrors of man. How they prey on women…how they deceivedthe deceive them and lie to them and treat them as if they are servants. He doesn't seem that way at all. He actually seems nice and human, compared to the monsters they are made out to be.

Also…he's very handsome. She loved his warm, determined brown eyes, his strong jaw, and his wild orange hair…his very kissable looking lips.

NO!

Those thoughts were wrong and blasphemous towards her sisters.

She didn't need them! She wasn'tweren't supposed to have them.

Yet, he made something stir inside of her. Something that coiled tighter and tighter as he squeezed her toned midsection.

While immersed in her thoughts she felt his grip on her loosen and sagslack until it was completely gone.

He had fallen off.

She widened her eyes and turned her horse around to look for him.

She spotted him, rolling down a hill, stuff falling out of his various pockets.

"Oh no!" she gasped.

She jumps down from her horse and runs after him, tripping over a rock and tumbling down the slope with him.

He hits the bottom of the path that they were traveling on with a soft thud, the plush grass breaking his fall.

He sits up groaning, palming his face, and gently stroking his head.

He was in a lot of pain, and he was almost certain that he had some inner ear damage.

His eyes widen when he sees a voluptuous, orange haired figure tumbling his way.

"What the hell?" he mumbled before her amazingly soft, yet surprisingly firm, body crashes into him.

He could feel the reaction of her pressed firmly up against him almost immediately.

"Ow…sorry, I meant to save you and I ended up…crushing you instead," she sat up;, unbeknownst to her she was straddling him.

She rubbed her head, her plump, shell pink lips pursed.

He closed his eyes and willed his reaction to quit;, otherwise he'd be in a very awkward position.

"Oh! What's this?" she asked, looking around behind her.

Obviously it was too late.

"Ahh!" he shoves her off him and covers his embarrassment with his hands, his face as red as a tomato.

A surprised looked overcame her face. She cocks her head to the side and looks at him with wide, innocent, grey eyes.

"Umm…sorry about that…it's just that…um…shouldn't we be going now?!" he said, changing the subject.

She furrows her delicate, orange brow, yet she rises with regal grace, her long orange tresses falling over her shoulder as she offers him a hand.

"Uh…no thanks, I can get up by myself." He declines, his erection still intactin tact.

"Don't be silly, let me help you up, you're obviously injured, it would only be more difficult on you if you attempted to get up by yourself," she insisted.

"No, that's fine, I can do it myself. Why don't you go and grab the horse or something like that, I don't think that I can make it up the hill," he gave her his most dazzling smile that he could muster at the particular moment.

She was taken aback, her face burned once more at his smile.

"Okay…" she conceded and turned to fetch her stallion.

Ichigo closed his eyes and thought about how to handle his current situation.

He could either take "care" of it, or he could think of something incredibly gross and with hope it would go away.

At the moment though, it seemed impossible now with. With the insanely hot goddess in frontinfront of him as they rode herride a horse. The amount of times that they bounced up and down so far was ridiculous.

The last thing he wanted to do was toinsult her and make her feel uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and willed it, with all of his might, to go away.

Miraculously…it worked.

She came back, galloping on her horse, her beautiful hair blowing in the wind.

She leans down and reaches her hand out to help him aboard the horse.

This time, he accepts.

LoVe

It'sIts been a few hours of riding in silence. Orihime decided to go much slower since it was obvious that he isn't used to riding horses.

"So…you never told me your name," he said groggily.

"Oh…um…Orihime…my name is Orihime,"

"That's a beautiful name," he commented. She felt her face burned even more.

"I like your name too. Lieutenant Kurosaki."

"My name isn't Lieutenant. It's Ichigo…Ichigo Kurosaki," he said, leaning down closer to her ear. She felt tingles race down her back, igniting a fire in between her spinal column

"Ah…" she whimpered, her eyes very nearly rolling to the back of her head as she unconsciously leaned back against him.

"Why do you ask so many questions," she murmurs softly to him. Sheshe could clearly feel his warm breath on her back.

"I'm just…getting to know you is all," he responds huskily.

"Oh! We're here!" she says, seeing her home loomed into view. "Don't worry; my grandmother will be able to help you. She can heal your back and also make it so that your flying aircraft is fixed that way you can make it back home." She speeds up on her horse. "Hold on!" she shouts back at him.

He tightens his hold on her, scouting closer.

She smiles secretly, unreasonably happy at the contact.

"Yah!" she urges her horse to move faster.

Soon, she arrives at the stables of her home. She sees Chuluun who's going crazy…and she could certainly guess why.

"Chuluun!" she cried out, swinging her leg over her steed and hopping down.

"Princess, oh! Oh thank the Goddess that you are unharmed!" she exclaimed, rushing to Orihime, enveloping her in her a bear hug. They broke apart and she leaned her forehead against hers. "Please, don't ever scare me like that again." She whispered.

"I'm really sorry Chuluun. I didn't mean to…"

"AhemAherm," both women looked up to Orihime's horse.

"Wángbā!" Chuluun shouted angrily. She produced her swords from behind her back and threw one at Ichigo.

Quickly, he threw himself off the horse, narrowly avoiding the flying, deadly projectile.

"CHULUUN,! What are you doing?!" Orihime asks fearfully, rushing to the aid of Ichigo, helping him off the ground.

"Keep away Princess that is a man!" she spat.

"I know that Chuluun, why you are attacking him?" she asked incredulously, stepping in front of him to protect him from being hit by Chuluun swords.

"Because he's man, he dangerous and he don't belong here!" she seethed, taken aback by her protectiveness of the man. "What are you doing?" she asks, confused and angry.

"I saved him, that was his…" she searched her mind for the word to describe the smoking mass of destruction that fell from the sky. "That thing that fell from the sky, that which was his. He's hurt and he only wants to get back to where he's from!" she pleads with Chuluun.

Chuluun looks from her to him and back to her.

"I am taking him to grandmother, so that she can help him."

"You cannot take him to the Queen! What if he's an assassin?!" she questions, glaring at Ichigo.

"He is not an assassin Chuluun, Just wait and see. Grandmother will help him."

lOvE

Orihime sat in her throne besides her grandmother and her great aunt, her grandmother's twin.

"Orihime dear," he grandmother spoke, her voice sweet and kind, "please tell me why you've brought a man into our sacred city," she asked, never removing her eyes from Ichigo as he was forcefully kneeled on the floor, his hands bounded behind his back.

It was obvious that he was in a tremendous amount of pain. His shoulder was broken and his arm was charred.

When he first came face to face with Orihime's grandmother, he was sure that she was lying. This woman looked to be, at the oldest, 25.

She had short ebony hair in a spiky pixie cut other than the long, jet black hair that was tied in a high ponytail that everyone on this God-forsaken city seemed to sport. Her face consisted of large, dark brown eyes that seemed cold and humorless, sharp cheek bones, and full, blood red lips. She was beautiful.

The woman next to her, which he assumed was her twin sister because she looked just like her except with long black hair that flowed down her back and a gentle smile that softenedsoften her sharp, angular features.

"Grandmother, this man fell from the sky. He's injured and in dire need of assistanceassientece. Also, he didn't come here on purpose, he came here by accident," she sort of pleaded with her grandmother.

"And tell me dear, how was it that you came about this…man?" she said with barely concealed disgust.

"I…I…I touched him," she whispered, turning her head away in shame. All of the women gasped in horror and disgust. Her grandmother face remained impassive.

"Orihime…you do understand that it is beneath us to touch his kind right?" she asks her gently.

"Yes grandmother."

"So why do you…contaminate yourself with this…filth?"

"He needed my help. And you taught me to always help those in need of help."

"Yet, I also remember telling you to also stay away from the likes of man. They are poison dear, he could have hurt you." She said kindly, turning her head so that she could face her granddaughter.

"I understand grandmother, but I was only trying to help."

"Your mother tried to help once…now she is dead because of it. Man cannot be trusted; he probably didn't attack you because of his weakened state. But with you being so beautiful and kind hearted, if he was at full strength, I have no doubt in my mind that he would have taken advantageadvantaged of your kindness.

"I am extremely relieved that you are unharmed and areis here safely. For that I will be lenientlientiet with him, be it his intention or not," she stated, her voice carrying authority.

"Grandmother…what do you mean?" Orihime asked, sitting on the edge of her seat. She clutched the arm rests of her throne tightly, her heart pounded painfully in her chest. Her grey eyes were large and frantic as she looked to him. He met her gaze and he knew that something horrible was coming.

"Take the man to the baths for healing his wounds," her grandmother ordered.

Orihime gave a sigh of relief, a smile gracing her face. Ichigo began to relax.

"Then take him to the basement for questioning. But make sure he's completely healed. I like working with a blank canvas."

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