Chapter 5 :::::Play Your Part:::::
Ulquiorra spent the next few hours in a fog. He went through his ritual of duties with mechanic precision, however, he was simply going through the motions. He couldn't shake the apprehension he now felt…so much information to digest, so many revelations…
Last night Orihime's behavior had revealed much to him. He thought back to her dinner hour the previous night. He had been mysteriously called away to engage Aizen in a pointless discussion about future uses for the girl. Aizen prattled on and on about her parentage, lineage, cause and effect of exposure to a Shinigami in the adolescent stage of human development, and on and on….none of it even remotely interested him in the slightest. Apparently, Aizen wanted further analysis of her rejection ability in order to test her further. Ulquiorra ground his teeth together in silence, knowing the timing of this conversation was not a coincidence. He had to play along and act as though nothing phased him, Aizen was always looking for open wounds to exploit and Ulquiorra vowed silently to give him nothing. He remained stoic and calm, ever knowing he would miss his opportunity to share a meal with Orihime, (an important meal as it turned out). After hours of incessantly mindless dialogue and debate, Ulquiorra hurried away to Orihime's room.
A hint of foul play came when he found her door slightly ajar. It was careless of the servants to leave her exposed like this, there were many enemies within the palace who could have easily taken advantage of such an invitation. Once inside her room, he discovered her on her couch sleeping deeply in her now-crumpled white uniform. The top shrug-portion was slightly unkempt exposing part of her neck and cleavage, but otherwise, her appearance remained intact. He was exceptionally quiet as he walked along the floor to approach her sleeping form, however, she stirred at the slightest movement.
It was at this point he knew something about her seemed out of the ordinary. Her eyes were barely opened and yet, she ran into his arms, quickly grasped his hands, and bade him to follow her back to the couch and sit. She didn't utter a word as she did any of this. As he watched her face curiously, he remained a sitting statue as she suddenly leapt up onto the couch and towered over him. He watched her extreme movements with scrutiny, there was a fluidity to them now that she had never had. And there was a swagger in her hips and a confidence in her demeanor that she had also never had before.
Leaning toward him, she stepped over his lap and straddled him, almost falling backwards. Ulquiorra, fearing for her safety, reached for her waist and brought her down upon himself so that she was sitting on his lap facing him. He stared deep into her eyes which seemed dulled somehow, lacking their usual luster and sparkle.
He was about to question her health, when his train of thought derailed. She forcibly pressed her breasts tight against his chest and slid her tongue along his neck. Then, he slightly lost control when she latched her mouth onto his earlobe and bit down hard forcing a soft guttural moan out of him. The shock of her actions alone were enough to excite him beyond the point of reason. He found himself sliding his hands under her skirt moving steadily north along her thighs.
She shivered slightly as he slid his fingers under her panties and began rubbing her moist clit with purpose. Her hands quickly reached for the bulge within his hakama. She applied slight pressure as she traced the length of him until she found his tip which was now peaking out from the black obi around his waist.
As soon as she reached out to grasp him, he pushed her along the couch and onto her back, kissed her roughly, and ripped the panties off of her heated thighs. Before she had time to adjust to the new position, he thrust himself deep inside of her as she gasped breathlessly in shock. He hooked his hand under one of her legs, pushing her knee upwards as he settled himself deeper inside her. She pressed one hand against her now-distended stomach as she felt him so deep within.
It was slightly painful and uncomfortable, but her body's needs had never felt this overwhelming before, so she would endure whatever came. Sensing her discomfort, he momentarily eased off and bent down to kiss her-
-then stopped abruptly when she looked deep into his eyes and pleaded, "I want more."
His eyes widened. Now he knew she was not herself, and yet, he still couldn't stop himself from seeking sweet release while simultaneously wanting to satisfying her physical needs…he could smell the heady scent of lust and need pouring out of her.
Ulquiorra hesitated for only a moment due to shock, and then began pumping himself quickly in and out of her writhing body. He could feel her warm center tighten around him. Every time he began to withdraw from her, she tightened up, milking him. She was driving him mad with carnal desire. ...So much so, that to avoid coming prematurely he quickly pulled out of her and tried desperately to refocus himself, catch his breath, and calm down somewhat.
He forced himself to look away from her and toward the moon, as he tried desperately to stave off his orgasm. Orihime tried to pull him back to her, but he was so preoccupied in concentration, she may as well have been trying to move the wall. Finally, she slid off the couch and knelt down on the floor below him.
Ulquiorra was as still as granite while staring at the moon until, suddenly, he felt her warm, wet mouth close around his partial-erection. He stared down, eyes wide and warily watched Orihime take his entire length into her mouth. He could feel her tongue slide around his width while he remained completely inside her. He stopped breathing momentarily as he watched her jaws release his now-hardened length and then slowly lick him from base to tip in slow sensual circles.
Her movements were rhythmic as she stopped and took him into her oral cavity again and again. He lost his focus, it was all too much for him. ...He really did try to pull away from her, but couldn't stop himself as he exploded while still deep inside of her mouth.
Orihime's eyes watered as she sat there helpless, she could do nothing but swallow or gag. And in a moment's hesitation, she gagged as she pulled away from him. She then fell to the floor in a heap, her mouth spraying fluid everywhere.
Were Ulquiorra any other kind of man, he might have laughed cruelly…but instead, he quickly knelt down to the floor beside her and pushed her hair aside and away from her face. He could now see her cheeks turn blotchy red as she turned her head away from him to avoid his piercing gaze. She was so humiliated.
He tried to hold her to him as she pressed her chest up against the couch and buried her face into the nearest seat cushion. Her eyes began to flood with tears, though she remained silent. Ulquiorra was so moved to try and comfort her…but what to do?
He slowly began to unzip her dress. And as it fell off her shoulders, he ran his hands along her back tenderly and whispered softly, "Don't cry…it felt very good, Orihime."
When she still failed to look at him, he continued to massage her back and pulled her dress away from her body, continuing his hands along her spine.
Finally, as her dress was crumpled around her knees he took in the site of her backside. The moonlight gave her pale skin a glow that made her shine like an angel. Her curves were well defined. As he moved his hands down he found himself tracing them with his fingers until he found his way to her supple bottom. She stopped crying and picked her head up. She arched herself slightly as his fingers ran down the center of her body. She began to moan softly as he slowly and painstakingly caressed her lower half.
Sensing her willingness to continue, he pressed his chest to her back and slid his hands around to her stomach and then down lower from there. She moaned louder and began breathing heavily as he ran his fingers over her wet slit. He felt her pleasure begin to coat his fingertips as she spread her legs slightly to give his digits better access.
At this point, however, he was hard again and had other plans. He placed his tip just inside her from behind, before she could protest. And just as she began to pull away from him, he placed both his hands on either side of her hips and forced himself deep inside of her. She cried out in pain, he had never been so deep before. As he withdrew a bit, he backed himself away from her slightly. She froze in place. She was anticipating more pain and tensed as she braced herself. But instead of what she expected, he placed his hands again on her hips and remained still.
"Grind into me," he demanded.
Using his arms as a guide, she slowly backed herself into him. The motion sent spasms of pleasure throughout her body as he slid deep into her once more. She pulled away again…and this time when she moved onto him again, he didn't have to ask.
Within moments, she was crashing her body into his over and over again. She used the couch for support while he grasped her hips with his hands, rhythmically slamming her into himself…faster, and faster, and faster until she softly gasped, "...uhnn, Ulqui-," and then her body went completely limp and she fell to the floor once more…
Ulquiorra felt her intense release just before she passed out. She wasn't the most graceful being to start with, but something about her tonight just wasn't right. She'd certainly never passed out on him before…He checked her pulse and the rest of her vital signs to be sure she was going to be ok. He then wrapped her naked body in a blanket and arranged her tenderly on the couch.
Ulquiorra then left her momentarily to alert servants to come in and clean up her room. As the servants cleaned, the lighting in her room turned on and he began to inspect her body further.
Her breathing was irregular and her eyes were slightly open, despite her being in a deep sleep. He found this disconcerting and placed a finger next to one eyelid. As he opened the lid further, he noted her pupils were severely dilated and covered by a soft milky film which made her eyes appear dull and glazed-over.
He pushed some of the fluid into the corner of her eye, forming a tear while grabbing a cotton ball from a cleaning cart. After he used the swab to absorb the cloudy fluid, he then stuffed the "specimen" into the pocket of his uniform.
Once more, he made certain she was sleeping soundly. He then gave the servants a last warning of "a quick death to any who disturbed her," and then Ulquiorra left Orihime's room.
...Thinking back on Orihime's inconsistent behavior, the oddest thing he noticed was that within mere minutes after entering her room, he was deep inside of her. She usually only submitted upon receiving long drawn-out episodes of kissing and cuddling, but this night he couldn't overcome her lack of intimacy. Typically, their lovemaking took hours. Between that, and the odd secretions encasing her eyes, he knew something chemical was behind this and he wanted answers, Now.
He knew of only one place to go. Ulquiorra's hands balled into hard fists within his pockets as he hurried to the Lab belonging to the 8th Espada.
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