Author's note/WARNING: as requested, this is a GrimmHime spinoff of The Furthest Planet From The Sun. It is completely separate from the original story and merely meant to be a 'what if' scenario. In this short story, when Orihime requests Grimmjow's help to get Ulquiorra out of a compromising situation in the dungeons, he doesn't just ask for a kiss as recompense. He asks for whatever wish he desires to be granted by her and, desperate to help Ulquiorra, she agrees. This takes place directly after chapter 27, when Gin retrieves Orihime from the fourth tower and takes her back to the garden. FAIR WARNING, this story is going to be very mature in nature. In case some readers never caught on to where some of Grimmjow's suppressed attractions were directed in TFPFTS, this will likely put any doubts you had to rest.
Grimm/Hime/Ulqui, mentions of M/M(ish) emotions
Enjoy, and thank you for reading!
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It wasn't like Grimmjow to strike up a deal with just anyone. More often than not, he scoffed at the idea of such things. Usually, bargains were only offered to him in a desperate bid for some unwitting victim's life, sputtered out on their last few breaths as they begged him for mercy under the heel of his boot.
Other times, a handful of his fellow Espada may offer him a bet. A wager, if you will. But never a bargain.
He couldn't quite remember ever being offered such a thing from anyone who wasn't squirming in misery at his feet.
Grimmjow paused in his steps.
Scratch that.
Now that he thought about it, Aizen Sosuke had offered him one hell of a bargain, long ago. Though, he was unsure if such a thing could have been considered a bargain, or an unbreakable contract. That agreement was entirely conditional upon his servitude. It didn't leave much room for freedom of choice.
However, that girl, the princess, had offered him one – take it or leave it at his own free will.
He'd taken it, of course. She often stirred up enough trouble to keep him and the rest of Las Noches entertained indefinitely. Though, she didn't come without risks…
Risks like being dealt a heavy hand by Aizen were they to take one misstep around her. Also risks like being drawn into her lively charm and overly cheerful (but dimwitted) antics. She sucked the residents of Las Noches in like a vortex, and often enough Grimmjow had found himself up to his knees in quicksand.
'Please, help me, Grimmjow-kun…' he recalled her pleading voice.
Talk about being a lemming…
He followed her right over the edge of a cliff.
'You're my closest friend here, Grimmjow-kun!'
His hands clenched in his pockets.
What a joke.
How often did he mock the others for falling for her whims? How adamantly had he scorned Ulquiorra for allowing her certain privileges? Did all she really need to do was bat those long lashes of hers up at him and he agreed? Admittedly, the opportunity was too good to pass up, but still…
The repercussions of what he'd just done for her could have been devastating. Still could be, frankly speaking, once word got out.
Perhaps that was why he was still milling about Las Noches, wandering around like a restless animal stuck in a cage.
He prowled around, looking for anything and everything to keep him distracted from his churning thoughts. At such a late hour, there weren't many passersby for him to pound his fists into, and despite Las Noches being an ever-running machine that functioned at all times of the day, there were certain lulls that afforded the grounds some quiet time.
Somehow, he found himself in front of Aizen's garden walls, staring up at the fact that the ex-Shinigami's kido barrier had been thoroughly disassembled. There wasn't another soul in this wasteland that he knew to be capable of such a feat. An inkling of respect echoed on the periphery of his mind as he recalled the way that girl had busted through the kido spell that had helped keep Ulquiorra enclosed in his dark prison.
Sometimes, instead of driving him into a fit of annoyance, Orihime Inoue actually astounded him. Even after all this time, he had a habit of underestimating her powers and the lengths that she was willing to go. Rather, the lengths she was capable of going.
The night was half over, yet here he was, restlessly studying the perimeters of the garden that she'd miraculously busted herself out of, marveling over how she'd managed to break one of Aizen's most impressive kido spells that had been erected around her new prison.
Grimmjow scoffed.
Prison was too hefty a word for it. The lush grounds seemed like an upgrade compared to the dark little cell Ulquiorra had kept her in during her stay in the fourth tower. There were trees, grass, ponds…anything a human could really ask for, she had it given to her in droves. Presents, food, dresses. Still, the girl had wanted only one thing…or rather, one person. She'd gone to great efforts to get to that person, too.
Hours had passed since Grimmjow had helped the princess break her ex-warden out of the very dungeons he'd all but placed himself in with his own disobedience to their master. Hours since he'd had to stand there and watch her pining over the pathetic bastard as he lay unconscious on the dungeon floor.
He should have just gone back to his room and gotten some much needed rest. He should have just put it all behind him. After all, he'd gotten it out of his system. He'd found a willing and pliant participant in his efforts to slake his lusts for the girl. If he had any sense about him, he should have hunted the little blonde Arrancar down for another few rounds, just to erase the image of Orihime crying over Ulquiorra that had been burned into his mind. Likewise, the sight of an unhinged Ulquiorra pulling her under him and attempting to devour her soul by burying his lips between her breasts…pushing deeper and deeper under the hem of her jacket as her hands pressed helplessly at his chest…
Grimmjow exhaled sharply as he shook off the shivers that were suddenly causing his hackles to raise.
Under normal circumstances, Grimmjow would have attempted to find another outlet to release his pent up frustrations on when those thoughts and sentiments dared to tease at the corners of his mind. Anything that didn't have to do with furthering his desires to become king had no business taking up so much of his mental space. He neither required or wanted any 'deep' thoughts pertaining to that woman and her warden. It was meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
However, for once in his life, Grimmjow was tired. Not that he'd ever admit it himself. He'd pummeled corpses into the ground, he'd fucked himself into oblivion with other women, he scorched the earth with his rage…and it still hadn't satisfied him. He was annoyed with constantly having to look for another outlet to direct his energy towards every time Ulquiorra pissed him off. He was, quite honestly, sick of having to repress all the overwhelming turmoils that girl had also managed to dredge up inside him.
With a long, cat-like stretch, Grimmjow leaned back atop the tall stone wall he'd settled on. Laying back, he crossed his arms behind his head and stared up and the starry sky that hovered overhead. The fresh, herbal scent of Aizen's greenhouses wafted up from below, housing the more 'delicate' plants and tea leaves that he'd gone to great lengths to propagate. Grimmjow tried to decipher any layers of beauty out of those stars, any shapes, seeing as the princess had rattled on enough times than he cared to count about how 'cute!' and 'amazing!' some of those fake constellations were – so very different from the ones in the living world.
It all looked the same to him: big, numerous, boring…quiet and stillness personified.
Another hour seemed to pass by quietly as his leg dangled carelessly over one side of the wall. He was just about to call it a night when he caught the quiet patter of hastened footsteps on the walkway that led up to the main entrance of the garden.
Having been distracted trying to numb his mind with the sight of the night sky, he failed to detect the faint spiritual presence making its way closer.
Arching a single eyebrow in lazy curiosity, Grimmjow turned his head slightly to investigate, stretching his senses back out to their full reach.
There, far below, was the princess slowly making her way back to her gilded cage.
Grimmjow blinked in confusion.
He hadn't expected her to be back so soon, let alone at all. The girl had been utterly determined to stay by Ulquiorra's side the last he'd left them. Not even his warnings about the Cuatro Espada's dangerous state of mind had been able to deter her.
Hands still crossed behind him, he lifted his head a bit as he watched her shadow disappear inside the gate.
He knew he should go back to his tower.
He'd participated in enough trouble for the evening to incur Aizen's wrath for months to come, and he didn't particularly want to sniff out any more nonsense to get himself entangled in.
Then, he remembered her pleading eyes gazing up at him as she'd requested his help. The softness of her touch as she placed her hand on his arm beseechingly. The promise she'd made to give him anything he wanted…
Before he could stop himself, Grimmjow sat up and turned to the inner side of the garden wall. When he saw her faint outline turn down a little side path that led to a small pond, he slid over the edge and landed in a silent, graceful crouch on the grass below.
It was easy for him to move through the undergrowth, coming as effortlessly as breathing, as he stalked closer. The darkness of the night was familiar to him, much easier to maneuver in, compared to the bright, overwhelming daylight that the dome usually offered. It was but a short time later that he'd closed the distance between them, her defenses left wide open.
He pursued her closely, ignoring the whispers in the back of his mind that he was treading on dangerous waters by daring to trespass on Aizen's gardens when he'd forbidden any more of his soldiers from getting close to the girl.
Nnoitra had already gotten the beating of his life, and Ulquiorra's punishment was likely to go down in history…
When he got near enough for a breeze to send her scent in his direction, Grimmjow's nostrils flared harshly as he caught the heavy pheromones of sex and arousal practically dripping out of her pores. Any and all thought of repercussions disappeared from his mind as his pupils dilated and practically radiated in the darkness.
His pulse suddenly kicked up a notch as his eyes glowed in excitement.
He observed the way her legs seemed to tremble under her skirts, the shivers on her bare arms – her cape apparently having been left behind in whatever haste she'd been in to return. He noticed the dark lovemarks on her neck and chest, the thick scent of Ulquiorra lingering on her, stronger than it had ever been before.
The girl carefully lowered herself onto the grass near the banks of the pond, wincing slightly and holding her abdomen when the change in position seemed to make her gasp.
For a long moment, Grimmjow merely watched her from the shadows.
She sat so quietly, seeming a million miles away as she stared out over the waters. The stars reflected brightly on the surface, casting her figure in a striking silhouette against the backdrop.
A hushed sniffle reached his ears as she reached a hand up and lightly swiped her fingers over her cheeks, one at a time.
Fuck, did she cry a lot.
However, even the smell of her tears couldn't drown out the delicious aromas wafting off of her. When she lifted her tearstained hand to gather her hair off her neck and bring it over the front of her shoulder, leaning heavily on her other hand as she reclined a bit more on the grass, Grimmjow felt the hunger in his gut swell to new proportions. The position accentuated the dip in her tight waist and made the swell of her hip so pronounced, he could almost feel the ghost of it in his hands.
Leaning against the tree he stood beside, he ignored the watering inside his mouth and glared at her vulnerable back in building frustration.
"You're back here sooner than expected," he announced, crossing his arms as he did so.
Gasping at being caught off guard, Orihime twisted around to the voice.
"Grimmjow-kun?" She blinked at his figure in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I got lost on my way back," he scoffed with mocking sarcasm, holding a hand out as he gestured towards the direction of the sixth tower.
Already being met with his surly mood, and not being in the best of moods herself, Orihime grimaced in annoyance and whipped her head back around with a huff. She returned to staring out at the waters, trying to ignore his presence.
The act of defiance strangely got under his skin. He wanted her to look at him. Be it in anger, in tears or even with her sweet little smile, he wanted her attention on him.
"As you can see, I'm back safely now, so you don't have to worry about getting in trouble anymore." She wrongly assumed his reasons for being there.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he pushed himself off the tree and strolled forward until he stood at her side.
"You really think that's why I'm hanging around this shithole at this hour?" he asked as he glanced down at her.
"What else could you want?" she mumbled to herself as she idly played with a blade of grass in front of her, refusing to meet his eyes. From the distinct change in her normally cheerful and welcoming demeanor, he could surmise she was in one hell of a mood.
"I got hungry…" he answered quietly, his voice dropping several octaves as he uttered the words. Gaze as sharp and direct as any predator, he stared down at her intently.
Blinking in naive confusion, Orihime lifted her head to meet his eyes. Her head tilted in thought at the deep and unwavering look he was giving her, not catching on. "Hungry?" she echoed curiously, her pretty mouth parting in a slight pout as she tried to make sense of him. "If you want something to eat, you should have gone to the kitchens."
Grimmjow hummed in thought, still not taking his eyes off her once. From his vantage point, he could easily see the extent of lovemarks that disappeared deep into the valley of her breasts. Without her cape, her collar bone and cleavage was left open for appraisal.
Crouching down beside her, he kept eye contact as he rested his elbows on his knees, his hands hanging loosely between his legs. "There's nothing there that interests me…" His eyes narrowed faintly as he watched her, unable to look away from the way her own eyes were sparkling against the water.
At his words, a tiny smile played at the corners of her lips, a hint of her former self shining through as she looked back down at the blade of grass she was playing with. "Somehow, I find it hard to believe you're a picky eater, Grimmjow-kun." A touch of pink colored the tops of her already flushed cheeks as she offered a little laugh. "I've seen you eat my artwork before…or have you forgotten?" She peeked up at him from below her lashes, glancing at him from the corner of her eye coyly.
Grimmjow clenched his fist in restraint, feeling his threads beginning to fray.
For one dreadful moment, he became aware of the fact that those threads had already frayed long ago…by now, they were about to snap.
"I haven't forgotten." He didn't think he'd forget anything he'd done with the girl; every moment, every smile, every tear and every bruise he'd ever given her. It was all seared into his memory.
Still watching him from under her lashes, the softness of her expression faded somewhat into concern. "Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly. "You seem…unusually quiet."
"Why'd you come back so early?" he asked instead, changing the subject.
At his question, her features sank into the previous one of sadness that she'd been wearing on her person like a cloak.
Her lips pressed tight together as she fought off a bout of tears and completely turned away from him, facing in the opposite direction as she gathered herself. He saw the way her delicate throat bobbed once as she swallowed back her emotions.
"Ichimaru-san came and forced me to come back," she finally explained.
"That's to be expected," he noted aloud. "Quite honestly, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner."
Orihime quickly wiped at a tear before he could see it and taunt her for the display of weakness. "He told me I could have stayed, but then he would have informed Lord Aizen about what happened…and Ulquiorra would have been punished again."
For once, Grimmjow stayed quiet. He withheld his usual remarks that would have only served to sour her mood further. He kept his mouth shut on how it actually would have greatly amused him to see Ulquiorra get his ass dragged back into that dungeon to be tortured to the point of near death. He didn't remark on how he would have loved to have been the one blessed with the duty of dishing out the sorry bastard's punishment, too.
"I…I wanted to stay, Grimmjow-kun…" her voice suddenly warbled with sadness. He could smell the fresh scent of tears again as she lowered her head further, trying to hide behind her hair. "I didn't want to come back here again. I…I just want…"
Looking frail and vulnerable, Grimmjow was struck with the memory of the time she'd cried into his chest. After she'd finally awoken from over a week of recovery from poison that Loly and Menoly had dealt her, she'd held onto him and sobbed into his flesh as she cried for home.
His fingers flexed once in uncertainty, unsure how to proceed. Comforting others was not something he'd ever attempted. Quite frankly, he could give two shits if she wanted to ball her eyes out over that bastard…but, seeing her so beside herself for anyone but himself was unacceptable.
Reaching forward, he rested one of his knees into the lush grass and carefully took a strand of her hair in his finger. He pulled it towards him, feeling its silky length run along his callouses in a strange conflict of smooth and rough textures carressing against one another. At the sensation of his hesitant touch, Orihime's sobs ebbed out as she slowly turned back to look at him in question.
Instead of staring into her eyes as he'd been so determined to do, he was instead staring down at the lock of hair in his hand, as if he were contemplating what to do with it.
"Grimmjow-kun?" she called again.
The sound of her voice jolted his eyes back up to hers, and without further thought he dropped the strand of hair to reach for her face. He stopped instantly when she instinctively flinched back from his touch. For a moment, neither of them moved. Frozen, he gauged her wide, slightly distrustful eyes, realizing she was expecting him to strike her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said against his own will, his voice quiet and assuring. Moving slowly, he tentatively touched her cheek. He could see the way she wanted to flinch again, the way her eyes suddenly blinked in response, but she held it in check.
Naive, trusting…forgiving.
Grimmjow gently brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears. Her breath hitched at the sentimental action, and as if she'd suddenly remembered to breathe again, her chest heaved with a deep inhale of air.
Unable to help himself, he ghosted his thumb over the delicate line of her jaw, marveling over how frail and breakable she felt when his large hand cupped the side of her neck easily. He trailed the pad of his thumb up and over her chin, and pressed it against the fleshy surface of her lower lip.
Heat and desire erupted in his loins when he felt the nervous quiver of her lips as she took another breath.
Suddenly feeling that hunger in his gut return with a vengeance, he buried that hand into the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her closer.
"Come here," he ordered deeply, drawing her into his chest where she proceeded to grip at his jacket like a lifeline. He felt the tremors of her sobs return, shaking her shoulders as she apparently decided that whatever solace he was gracious enough to offer was the cue to finally let go and cry to her heart's content.
She pressed her face into his chest and let the tears flow.
His palm engulfed the back of her neck, strong fingers massaging the base of her skull in a manner that was about as gentle as he could manage – pressing and rubbing and lulling.
"I wanted to stay with him!" she mumbled into his flesh, her breath as hot as an iron and her tears just as scorching.
His chest rumbled in muted acknowledgement of her words. He didn't dare interrupt or shove her away this time.
I love him…it's not fair that he was hurt…why can't things be different…I wish I could have told him…I want to go home…I want to go home…I want to go home…
Grimmjow lowered his head the more she cried, leaning in until he'd all but buried his own face into her neck. The ministrations of his fingers grew rougher the closer he got as he pulled her in deeper. Inhaling a lungful, he lost himself in the smell of her. His blood was singing in his veins as he trailed his lips over a dark hickey at the crook of her shoulder.
"Fuck, even your skin smells like him…" he grit out as he felt his own breathing morph into a shallow panting against her flesh. He knew exactly what kind of state she was in, and he was just twisted enough to take advantage of it.
Reaching his other hand forward, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged until she was flush with his body. Her cries continued as the hand at her waist trailed up her spine and back down until it rested on her lower back.
Soothingly, he rubbed there, his fingers prying and strong, circle after circle until he felt her breath catch. At the little change, he ventured lower, spreading out his fingers as he suddenly pressed confidently into the arch at the base of her spine just above her ass.
"Grimmjow-kun!" she suddenly called out in shock, her body arching further into his in an automatic response that she clearly hadn't been able to control.
Closing his eyes, Grimmjow fought back a groan. "I've always wanted to hear my name come out of your mouth like that," he admitted gruffly against her ear. Without warning, the sob-ridden shaking of her shoulders quickly turned into tremors that wracked her body as her nerves began taking over.
"W-what are you talking about?" she pressed lightly at his chest when he cupped the back of her neck and secured her closer, nuzzling his way down her neck and shoulder as he began mouthing unrepentantly at her skin.
"I need to collect upon that bargain a little early, princess," he mumbled against the base of her throat, his tongue daring to dart out and dip into the little indentation there.
The sweet mewl that followed when he pressed into her lower back again made him literally shiver in a completely new way. Goosebumps spread across every inch of his skin and without warning, he pulled his hand from her lower back to splay up her side.
"But…I…" She gasped as his palm easily engulfed the side of her ribcage, his prodding fingers digging in as she felt his thumb brush the base of her breast through her dress. She was struggling for breath and he was quickly overwhelming her, stopping her from offering up the protests she wanted to give.
"You promised…" he trailed off when he gently bit the side of her neck and she whimpered like a mouse caught in his jaws. "I helped you, we had a deal…" He followed like a hungry predator when she arched back, unwilling to let his prey escape.
Orihime gripped his shoulders harshly as her head swam, feeling dizzy from the constant manipulation of his strong fingers rubbing and rubbing, and rubbing…
When his thumb dared to venture up and swipe over her nipple, she cried out and writhed at the shocking sensations he was able to dredge up from within her. Her body was already on fire and overly sensitive after the constant onslaught that Ulquiorra had just put her through…hours and hours of it…and now Grimmjow was coming in for the kill, finishing her off when she was already exhausted and down for the count.
"I'll be gentle," he whispered, causing tears to sting at her eyes as her body betrayed her with his words. She grieved at how forlorn and despondent she felt after being taken from Ulquiorra again so soon…
"N-no…I shouldn't…" she managed to say as he pulled the zipper of her dress down the curve of her spine.
No sooner than the fabric slipped down her waist had Grimmjow dipped his head and engulfed an already bruised nipple into his mouth.
Orihime whimpered at the overstimulation as he bent over her, surrounding her and dominating any thought she had of resisting. He suckled on the swollen bud gently, his sharp teeth making her tremble in a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Carefully, his lips surrounded her areola, his tongue making an array of wet, slippery noises that quietly reached her ears, drowning out the sound of the water lapping at the shore of the pond.
"T-too much…" she whispered pleadingly as Grimmjow's eyes lifted to watch her, never once stopping his devouring of her breast. "It's too much." She pressed lightly on his chest as the hand at the back of her neck dropped down to press between her shoulder blades, only bringing her closer.
He exhaled shakily, feeling his whole body tremble in anticipation as he held her under him and laved at her breast. The little teeth marks that lingered around her nipples, the red splotches of Ulquiorra's fingerprints, the faint purple bruises of hickies, all spoke to just how sensitive the girl likely was at the moment. The rosy buds were swollen and puffy, and looked as if they had been thoroughly sucked upon long before he'd gotten ahold of them.
Desperate for more, he lifted her just enough to dip his hand under the waist of her dress, pulling it down her hips as he laid her back onto the grass. His mouth never left her chest as he followed her down, latching on to the moist flesh gently with deliberate, suctioning tugs. He dragged the fabric down her thighs and legs with his unoccupied hand, instantly dropping it the moment he'd freed her.
"J-just this once…" she stuttered out weakly as her back met the grass and his hands gripped her waist hastily, as if he'd suddenly been granted a buffet to feast upon.
His breath huffed out against the dip in her sternum as he dared to trail away from her breast, too eager to linger there a second longer.
"Only because I promised…" Her whispered permittance was a hushed voice in the back of his mind as his pupils dilated. With the dress gone, the scent of her hit him like a heavy weight that dragged him down, like a stone thrown carelessly over the side of a boat. He sank straight to the bottom. A thick mixture of hers and Ulquiorra's scents wafted up to him like a beacon that he honed in on.
The sight of her in the starlight, her bare skin shimmering from the waves of the pond, made the wires in his brain short circuit. Patience suddenly gone, Grimmjow leaned back just enough to gaze down at the juncture between her thighs.
Her legs were pressed together tightly, trying to hide herself and shrink away from him in embarrassment or fear, he wasn't sure which.
"You're so beautiful," he groaned against his will, leaning over her as he grabbed her knee and parted her thighs. He stared down at her tearful facade as she tried to hide behind her hand. Her chest heaved as he took her in fully, drinking in every curve of her body with his starving blue eyes as he gradually lifted her leg. She winced once in pain when he pressed her knee up beside her shoulder, contorted beneath him. "Just how hard did he fuck you, princess?" he asked quietly as his palm carefully massaged her abdomen, noticing her discomfort.
Instead of answering, she gasped at his words and seemed to begin trembling twice as hard at the insinuation he was not-so-subtly hinting at, realizing that he clearly knew what she'd been up to before he'd found her in the garden. Also that he apparently noticed just how sore she still was.
Finally lowering his eyes, Grimmjow grit his teeth and tried not to sink his claws into the knee he was currently gripping as he saw the utterly saturated state of her panties.
The center over her core was soaked so thoroughly that he could nearly see through it. The saturated fabric clung to her plump flesh like a second skin, and the wet spot spread out thickly, clear up to the top of her little mound and back to her ass. Rivulets of dry cum clung to the insides of her thighs, trailing nearly down to her knees.
"Fuck," Grimmjow hissed, as he began leaning in before he could even think to stop himself, his eyes zeroing in on that wet spot in the center. "Fuck!" he breathed shakily when he suddenly bent down and licked one of the dried trails halfway up her thigh. His taste buds exploded with the sharp and overwhelming tang of Ulquiorra stuck to her flesh.
Like a dam had been broken, he sank further down, burying his nose directly against the soaked center of her panties. He inhaled deeply, sprawling onto his abdomen and paying no mind to the set of toes digging into his shoulder as Orihime brought up her other leg to push against him in embarrassment. He nuzzled his face deeper, letting his tongue slip out once to give a tentative lick to the damp fabric.
From that point on, Grimmjow felt lost to the world, drunk on the combined scent of them inside her. He gave little thought to the sharp arch of her back when he shoved her panties aside with his nose and licked long and deliberately along her outer labia.
Without waiting another second, he pulled back only just enough to yank her underwear down, keeping her knee pinned with one hand.
He froze for a moment when he caught sight of her bare sex for the first time. Swollen and red, the bruised flesh quivered as it wept with an obscene amount of cum – the liquid pearly and white against a backdrop of pink. Her little hole was stretched and gaping open, begging to be filled by him. She squirmed under his intense appraisal, trying to worm her body away from him in uncertainty when he dropped back onto his belly and immediately set to devouring her.
Orihime practically jolted in mind-numbing shock when he dove straight in without hesitation. He closed his eyes and moaned like a beast at the direct taste of her on his tongue. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the sweet cry she released when he laved at her. He covered her center with his mouth in one quick go, and sucked hard.
Arching her back with her nipples straining towards the sky, Orihime cried loudly as he drew out the thick concoction of what Ulquiorra had left behind inside her. Her chest heaved as he gulped down a mouthful, groaning shamelessly and shoving his tongue back in deep.
The viscous fluid coated his probing tongue fully, filling his mouth with a flavor he'd never admit he wanted to taste. It clung to the roof of his mouth before he swallowed, feeling it slide down his throat heavily before diving right back in for more.
His body scooted closer, pressing her further into the ground as he yearned for more. His tongue dipped and scraped it out of her, lapping around her thighs and labia in order to not waste a drop.
"Grimmjow-kun!" Orihime whimpered in mortification, watching down the length of her body at the way the man's eyes were closed in bliss, the way he completely lost himself. "That's…that's Ulqiuorra's-" She couldn't bring herself to finish that statement when he reached his free hand around the leg resting on his shoulder. His large palm spread over her abdomen as his thumb slipped down and easily found her swollen clit.
"I know," he growled into her pussy between gulps. "Now just sit back and shut the fuck up."
With one little circle of his thumb, Orihime felt her abdomen clench up under his hand. Her body was beyond sensitive by that point, and her eyes immediately rolled back under their lids as she came hard. Her short gasps of air were returned with another muted groan of approval as she came for him, soaking her even further than she already was.
"That's a good girl," Grimmjow mumbled as he worked his way up to her clit and continued to shower it with more attention than she could handle. "Just keep cumming for me like that." He swirled around it once, twice…
"No!" Orihime keened out, trying to gently pry his head away from her as she felt something very, very deep in her contract with her inner walls. Her head fell back into the grass as she felt her hips spasming every time that thick, moist appendage dragged itself over her abused nub.
Lifting himself up over her, he leaned in close to her ear as his thumb smoothly took over where his mouth had left off. "How many times have you already cum tonight, princess?" he asked, low and sultry, as he continued to circle her again and again. Gentle, coaxing, careful not to overload her too soon. Seeing she was incapable of speech, his mouth ventured to her own lips, hovering over them as he drank in her very exhales. "You cum so good," he praised again. "You cum like this for Ulquiorra, too?"
Orihime's eyes were about to cross behind her lids as he pressed her knee further into the ground, his weight bearing down on her with his altered position over her. She was still coming, he could feel it in the way her abdomen kept spasming with every little swirl. Nothing but stuttered, halting gasps left her lips, her face contorted in a mixture of agony and a pleasure he wondered if she'd ever felt before.
Keeping one hand between her legs and working her, his other arm clumsily shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, only stopping his ministrations once to remove it completely. As if that brief moment of reprieve was finally enough for her to breathe again, Orihime whined helplessly as her body tried to calm itself down.
It was only just enough time to gather her wits before his hand returned, the other jerking his pants down in quick, impatient tugs.
Orihime tried to snap her thighs back together against the onslaught, also realizing with powerless dread just how far he was intending to make her fulfill her promise. Her hips rolled to the side, trying to keep her legs clamped shut as he kicked off his pants. Taking her change in position in stride, Grimmjow merely pushed her top thigh up and buried his fingers back into the layers of heat it had found itself busy with.
Her body pretzeled under him, hips twisted to the side and shoulders still flat to the grass as she pushed at his chest. His massive weight trapped her under him as he leaned into the hand that pinned her thigh to the ground, digging the inside of her knee into the dirt, as his other arm curved over her hip, wedged tightly between her trembling legs.
Orihime watched behind wide eyes, conflicted tears streaming down her face as her body betrayed her. With little effort, he worked her into another fit of an orgasm. A mangled whine lodged in the back of her throat as she felt her exhausted inner walls continue to clench and clench and clench…
"Oh god…" she groaned deeply, nails digging into his biceps as the pleasure began to spiral into the realm of pain.
He stared at the way she bit her lip as his middle finger began prodding her harder, no longer gentle and smooth, but aggressive and demanding. She felt her the whole of her lower body rocking under the force of his hand, easily moving her with his strength as he made her cum.
Without even using his hands to guide him, Grimmjow adjusted his hips and lined himself up with her.
"I've wanted you like this for so long…" he ground out the words harshly against her mouth as he leaned over her. He absorbed every second of it all, from her feminine mewls of pleasure, to her soft and beautiful body at his mercy, to the helpless look of conflicted desire in her eyes. "I've wanted you for so long…" he amended, softer, as he pressed the head of his cock against her opening.
He groaned deeply and clenched his eyes shut when the tip slipped right in. Stretched and thoroughly worked over only a short time before he got to her, Grimmjow couldn't help himself at the realization that he didn't need to hold back with her.
Suddenly, his hips lurched down into her, burying himself fully. Easily. His hips met her plush ass as he settled his weight into her. A prominent squelch reached his ears as his cock dislodged Ulquiorra's cum from deep within her, causing it to come gushing out around the girth of him. He felt it running down the base of his shaft and further down his sac. Grimmjow moaned long and hard, the muscles in his neck and back strung tight as he felt the utter heat of her, the constant, insistent, clenching as his finger stroked her clit mercilessly.
However, the abrupt shriek from the girl as the head of his dick met her cervix held him in place, stilling him.
"Grimmjow-kun!" her frantic voice pleaded against his lips. "Grimmjow-kun, please! It's too deep!"
She was shaking violently, tears streaming down her face as she timidly touched his neck in an apprehensive request for him to listen, to garner his mercy just this once.
"T-the baby…" she sobbed into him, struggling for words to express her fear. "Ulquiorra kept going too deep. I…what if…"
Closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers, he eased his hips back a bit and pulled his fingers away from her throbbing pearl. She sighed instant relief, mewling at the reprieve and causing Grimmjow to nearly lose it again. Every look, every touch and sigh, every little sound she made…he felt like he was losing his mind.
"I never thought I'd get to have you like this, princess," he confessed as the hand he'd removed from her clit moved up to plant itself in the grass over her head.
"You promised you'd be gentle…" she said, sounding slightly betrayed by his roughness.
Suddenly feeling like he was losing her favor, Grimmjow tempered the grip he had on her knee, allowing her a little more breathing room to feel a little less trapped. "I will be." Tilting his hips back slightly, he gave an experimental thrust. The hard, chiseled surface of his chest and abdomen rippled with impatience when he felt her. Like a hot, gooey hole straight from his darkest fantasies, he slid through her easily. "Hell, that bastard stretched you out good, didn't he?" he mumbled to himself.
Noticing her indignant pout at his words, Grimmjow smirked down at her and chuckled, his eyes darkening as he began rocking into her. His pulse leapt upon the realization that he was finally inside her, having her as he pleased, as he'd always wanted. His hips aggressively nestled closer at the thought, as if to affirm his place inside her.
"Grimmjow-kun!" she shrilled again in reprimand at the sudden deep prodding.
"Fuck, if I don't love it when you look at me like that," he growled down at her, absorbing the tear-stricken eyes that gazed up at him in frustration. Rocking again to test her limits, he smirked wickedly. "Does he feel thicker than me?" he asked shamelessly.
Almost without thinking, she nodded absently, focusing instead on breathing through the deep invasion of Grimmjow rocking into her and dominating her with his massive frame.
"But not as long?" he chuckled darkly.
Again, she started to nod, until it abruptly struck her what he was insinuating. Realizing the brute was bothering to try and compare sizes with the Cuatro Espada, Orihime grunted when more of his weight grinded her into the grass below.
"Wh-why would you ask such a thing?" she frowned up at him in disbelief, humiliated tears brimming in her eyes.
"Because I'm a filthy bastard," he answered without an ounce of remorse. "And I love making you cry..." Ignoring the look of sorrowful confusion in her eyes, he pulled back again. He gave a measured, exploratory thrust and then another, reveling in her watery gaze as he rutted her. His back rippled from the restraint of holding back from hurting her, bringing with it a new thrill he'd never quite experienced; the thrill of self-control. A commodity he knew little about.
Huddled under his wide frame, his eyes softened when he began to notice her uncomfortable gasps slowly morphing into pleasured sighs. He concentrated on feeling her, watching what she liked and didn't. How she liked the thrusts long and drawn out, and that she actually did prefer deeper stimulation, but refused it for obvious reasons. She liked slow movements with force behind them, and when he finally realized this, he reveled in the sight of her neck arching back and her body finally submitting under him willingly.
His eyes locked on her, enraptured, when she began to shyly rock her hips along with his, moving even in her contorted position.
"Yes," he breathed deeply at the sight of her participation. "Yes," he urged again when she gently gripped his bicep, bracing herself as she twisted her hips further towards him and clenched down purposefully. "Yes." Voice deep and intense, he felt himself gasp against her lips when she suddenly accepted the full length of him again.
"Princess," he whispered, sinking his body further over her, near begging that she let him stay there. Before she could push him away, he rocked against her cervix gently, trying everything in his power not to lose his cool and fuck her like a beast. "You can take it," he panted hotly, desperate just to convince her, to encourage her. "You can take it…"
Like he suspected, she liked the deeper stimulation and he felt her silken inner walls clamp down on him in a mad flurry as she suddenly came. He groaned into her mouth, his skin breaking out in a burning sweat as he restrained himself and continued to gently rock her, letting her milk his shaft over and over. His mind went near numb, suddenly realizing why Ulquiorra had seemingly abandoned every facet of his duties for her. Why he'd disobeyed Aizen. Why his eyes followed her like a magnet. Why she always smelled so thoroughly of him. Why he always let her do as she pleased. Why he'd been locked in the dankest pits of the dungeons and tortured for her.
Grimmjow felt like he was falling, his mind spinning as her heat tugged at him and suckled him greedily, suddenly gripping his cock so tight he could scarcely see straight. His back rippled and his thighs quivered against her ass with each slow push of his hips…until he realized he was grunting quietly with each effort. Helpless, pleading, adoring…worshiping.
When he felt thin fingers reach up and rake through his hair tenderly, her face sweetly nuzzling itself against his cheek in affection, Grimmjow lost it.
His mouth covered hers, releasing her leg as he simply settled himself entirely upon her smaller body, and began thrusting into her fully. His tongue delved into her mouth, sweeping through every crevice as she gasped. Her body jolted under him with each forceful drive of his hips, but the arms he wrapped securely over her head kept her pinned.
He plunged into her completely, drawing back to his cock's fullest extent before shoving himself back inside. He growled harshly, rushing her again and again as he devoured the taste of her hot mouth. Stroke after stroke, he lost his mind, drowning in her.
Her head turned away, searching out the air that he was stealing from her. Gasping and panting, she softly ran her hands down his sides, feeling the dip and lift of his backside as he continued on. His teeth bit at her jaw, her cheek, her temple, until his mouth rested near the top of her head, lips pressed into her hair. His body shook violently at the feel of her careful touches, and when she wrapped her arms around him to cling to his back, Grimmjow actually heard himself whine in a pathetic plea to feel more of her compassionate nature. It was something that was so foreign to him, he could hardly react.
The fingers of one hand traced down his spine, over his Hollow hole and lower until they reached the top of his ass.
Grimmjow briefly wondered if she had this much control over Ulquiorra when he fucked her, because his hips instantly stilled at her whim, wedging his cock deep inside her as she timidly urged him to grind there with her tiny, satiny fingers and nails digging into his ass.
He obeyed like an animal at her command, huffing against her hair as he tried not to cum, and instead focused on giving her what she wanted. He glared heatedly at the grass under him as he felt his sac become heavier and heavier by the second, his hips rotating slowly to the strings attached at her fingers.
"T-there…" she muttered sweetly in his ear when he found the right spot. "That feels so good, Grimmjow-kun…" Grimmjow's eyes fell closed at her praise. Her fingertips felt like warm little feathers everywhere they touched. Her hair smelled like flowers. Her skin was like the smoothest silk. Her hot little cunt was coated in so much moisture and he slid through her so easily it was almost wrong how right she felt. "It's so good."
Her walls pulsed around him again and Grimmjow felt his sac suddenly tighten up.
His knee lifted higher where he braced himself on the ground to surge into her, his jaw clenching as he grunted and groaned through his teeth. His brows furrowed as he was blindsided by the upsurge clear from his testicles to the tip of his cock. His shaft throbbed as he erupted inside her, spilling into her in thick, heavy spurts.
"Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…" he muttered over and over again as he pumped into her in rapid, unbridled ruts.
She held onto his back for dear life, crying out helplessly against the onslaught as her body did well to suckle him every step of the way.
"I can't stop cumming…" he ground out as he continued on uncontrollably, hips humping her like an animal. His body hunched over her in trembling abandon. "F-fuck, princess…I can't stop c-cumming."
He could feel his own seed gurgling out of her by now, running down his sac and the thick muscles of his thighs.
Instead of offering him reprieve, her delicate hand suddenly sank lower on his ass, easily locking him in place like he hadn't an ounce of power to resist. She wiggled her hips down a bit until she was positioned beneath him just right, completely open for filling, and proceeded to milk him dry.
Grimmjow stilled like he'd been struck through the heart, his eyes rolling back as he dropped his forehead onto the crown of her head. Her sweet little voice whispered to him, praising him, urging him, soothing him as his body went rigid.
"Stop…" he choked out. "Please, stop…"
His eyes cracked open just enough to watch her lift her face to his, her soulful brown eyes peering back at him beautifully, shining in a way that made the hole in his gut ache. Instead of offering him relief, she merely nestled her pussy closer and clenched him harder, taking as she pleased.
"Oh…fuuucckkk…" Grimmjow's deep voice actually warbled as he watched her. What the fuck had Ulquiorra been teaching her? Was this how she always received him when he came? No wonder she'd been packed so full of his cum. Half of him was mortified to realize she was gripping him so tightly he couldn't even pull out without force, the other half merely fell victim to her whims and strained his hips closer, allowing her to massage out the last remaining ounces he had left. He pumped against her rigidly, feeling his back stiffen up as his orgasm reached its limit.
For a few moments, his breath stilled as he finally seemed to empty completely. He remained motionless as he felt her nudge and wiggle her hips against him a few more lasting times, her walls undulating over him to make sure she'd taken all he had.
When she finally relented, Grimmjow felt a whoosh of air return to his lungs, making him dizzy from the sudden intake of oxygen. Slowly, his cock began to soften inside her, as if it were waiting for her cue that she had finished with him.
It was a good ten minutes that went by before he realized he had collapsed atop her, his body trembling as she ran her fingers through his hair soothingly. His legs and thighs were shaking as she squirmed beneath him enough to straighten out her body, wincing at the stiffness she no doubt felt from being pretzled under the heavy man for such an extended period of time. His head was resting on her stomach by the time she got comfortable, and his arms were fastened securely around her waist, unwilling to let go just yet.
She allowed the silence to stretch, until she took notice of the fact he was drifting.
"Grimmjow-kun," she called quietly, nervously.
"Hn?" he grunted back, but otherwise remained unmoved.
"You need to leave. Lord Aizen will be coming for breakfast soon…"
Grimmjow's eyes shot open at that. Turning his head towards the pond, he was shocked to see the glinting hints of dawn breaking on the horizon, casting everything in monochrome gray shadows.
"If he finds you here, and the barrier gone, he might…" She apparently couldn't bring herself to finish that thought, but she did anyway. "He might do the same to you as he did to Ulquiorra."
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he was stunned to see the single teardrop that fell from her eye at the very idea of such a thing.
"I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me."
Beyond his command, his hand had reached out and cupped her cheek again, brushing away the tear.
Grimmjow was sure at this point that he could speak for all of them when he said they all knew the risks…
And that she was worth those risks; every kind, caring, human inch of her.
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