Author's Notes:

Back with another.

The character Ayako is from Slam Dunk. She's really pretty. But no one can top our Queen Orihime.

Caution: Explicit Content

Enjoy!

"The truth was that she had indulged herself with a man who was forbidden to her."

Mary Balogh, Snow Angel

Our Affair

3. See You Later

Ichigo: I'll be home for my birthday.

Ichigo: We need to talk. Can you make some time for me?

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Sitting in my bath staring at Ichigo's message, I couldn't help my mind from drifting to thoughts about Ulquiorra. This is the second time we did something so vulgar, and I did not care about the possibility of getting caught.

I always thought I was a reserved person. However, Ulquiorra is taking me out of my usual self. I want to do more risky and raunchy things.

I sent Ichigo a quick response, not bothering to see if he read it like before. I just wanted to touch myself again with the prior sexual encounter still fresh in my mind.

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July

He came home with Ayako.

The one person he told me not to be worried about.

She was a curvy-athletic young woman, with curly chestnut shoulder length hair, and dark eyes elevating her beauty. Her smile radiating inside of the Kurosaki household.

Her arm was linked around his own. Her breast pushing on him firmly.

Yuzu was uncomfortable looking at her older brother getting fondled.

Karin silently stared at the two.

His father Isshin stood neutral about the new couple.

Tatsuki's eyes were on me the whole time since Ayako was introduced.

Chad, Uryu, Keigo and Mizuiro were happy for the couple.

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Keigo offered the decision to go clubbing to celebrate Ichigo's birthday. He knew the co-owner's girlfriend.

Standing among loud music blasting, drinks being passed around, and the smell of desperation in the air. I confess… I hated it. However, what was displayed before my eyes was far worse.

Ayako was all over Ichigo. Hands on his chest, lips on his neck, and her leg thrown over his thigh. He had his hand on the back of her knee, keeping her leg on him. He was also leaning into her kisses.

Watching them kiss and whisper into each other's ears was gross.

Gross in my standard. Admittedly, I can say I was overcome with jealousy. His attention, scent, taste, everything that once was mine now belonged to her. And she knew it from the way she kissed him in front of his friends and strangers.

Tatsuki sipped her cocktail equally annoyed by the new couple's PDA.

"What an asshole." She yelled over the music. I turned to face her. Her eyes glossed over by the alcohol. "You should say something."

I shook my head. I had nothing to say. He wasn't my boyfriend to begin with. Grabbing my own glass of the sweet liquor, I downed it. The burn of the alcohol soothing the hurt… slightly.

Ichigo glanced up at me while Ayako was still kissing his neck. His penetrating brown eyes asking questions.

Are you alright?

Can we talk later?

Knowing I can still understand him scares me. I snatched my eyes away from the scene, refusing to answer his mindless questions. I couldn't do this, having a fluttering heart and stuttering pulse every time he stares with those intense eyes.

"Restroom." I yelled in Tatsuki's ear. I got up not bothering to see if she understood what I said. I had to get out of there. Away from him.

Moving through sweaty bodies and different scents of smoke, sweat, heavy perfume and testosterones, I made it to the restrooms. The line for the stalls was pouring out into the small hallway but moved faster than expected. I was in and out in less than ten minutes.

Spiky light blue hair and the same color striking eyes caught my attention when I walked out. The tall, muscled man gazed down at me. My unique hair color gained his attention as well. A smirk adorned his face as he stared at me.

"Well, looky here. What is a little lamb like yourself doing in this adult club?" His voice growled.

Usually, when someone is hitting on me in such an aggressive manner, it would frighten me and put me off, but I welcomed his behavior.

"Looking for trouble." I retorted, tilting my head back to fully view him.

He smiled sadistically. "Funny how you found it." His hand went to my waist tugging me close. He pulled out a small bag of pills with his other hand. "This will help loosen you up." Taking out one pill he broke it in two. He stuck out his tongue -which was long- placing the substance there.

Swallowing it, he gestured to me to take the other half. "Open."

I peered around cautiously. I know this was a bad idea, taking drugs with an unknown man in a club I shouldn't even be in, but I didn't care. Anything to soothe the pain. Opening my mouth, his sultry fingers slid the pill on my tongue.

The bitter taste lingered after I swallowed it. "What is that?"

"Trouble." He smirked. "Molly. Or better known as Ecstasy." His mouth sealed over mine in a deep aggressive kiss after replying.

In the back of a club near the restrooms, I was letting a man hungrily consume me. The situation was eagerly growing out of my control.

Slowly my body heated up, and my heart beating along with the vibrations of the music. Wrapping my arms around his neck -since he was so much taller than me- I pulled him down for the extra contact. My breast compressed heavily against his hard chest and his thigh directly between my legs pushing into my core. I couldn't help but grind against it for the enhanced pressure.

He growled at the feeling. His hands found my ass, squeezing it. He pushed me more into his thigh. A large swollen muscle poked at my clit. I moaned at the sensation. I pressed harder into it to keep the same feeling.

We were both kissing and feverously grinding into each other with no care in the world. One of his hands moved under my short skirt and palmed my bare ass, before pushing my panties to the side. His thick finger moved lower and sank into my pussy from behind.

I ripped my mouth from his crying out in pleasure. Moving in and out of wetness, I followed his pace. His finger did not let up. He added another. I rested on his chest and gripped his arms to hold myself steady trying not to fall on the ground.

My body was literally sweating from the dry humping we were doing. His lips went to my neck, sucking and biting, leaving his mark. His incisors sinking into my sweaty skin. I was about ready to drop my clothes to have this man take me until-

"Orihime! What the hell?"

The mysterious blue haired man and I turned to see Ichigo. His eyes were bewildered by my actions.

The blue-haired man pulled his fingers from inside my pussy, bringing it to his lips. He licked it seductively. I released myself from his hold and fixed my disheveled clothes.

"Damn little lamb you taste amazing." I turned to face him. His tongue sucked on his fingers until it was wiped clean of my essence. "Grimmjow is the name. Owner of the club. If you want to finish what we started, you know where to find me." He leaned down and kissed my cheek.

His eyes turned towards Ichigo who was glaring daggers at him. With the same two fingers he was pleasuring me with, Grimmjow gave Ichigo a two-finger salute. He laughed mockingly at him before walking away.

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Ichigo cornered me by the restrooms. When Grimmjow left, silence fell in the background. Only the thumping vibrations of the music under our feet filled in. We were the only ones in the area, alongside betrayal thickening the air. I wonder how long I could hold out. A few weeks ago, I would have dragged him into the bathroom and scratched the insatiable itch to have that semblance of normalcy again.

But that was before I found myself between Ulquiorra's unquenchable pleasuring and Grimmjow's drug induced make-out session. Including the broadcast of Ichigo's new relationship.

I really need to sort my shit out.

"It's not what it looks like." I spoke breaking the silence. My features were surprisingly calm on the surface, but my body wanted a cold splash of water.

He was beside himself. "Really? From what I've seen, it's exactly what it looks like. Who the hell is that guy?"

I shrugged. I'm thirsty.

Ichigo folded his arms over his chest. "You were gone for almost a half hour since you haven't returned to our section, so I came looking for you. Instead, you're here dry fucking some random guy…"

I drowned out his berating of my behavior. He had no right to say anything. I was doing something to soothe the pain. Pleasuring myself to pacify the hurt.

He suddenly pulled me into the restroom when onlookers were gathering and watching him scold me.

"I'm sorry." I finally whispered when he locked the door.

My body cringed. Apologizing for the ache he caused me. Seriously?

I need him to feel my agony.

I grabbed his collar and pressed his lips to mine. Teeth clanking together by the force. He tried to push me away, but I sunk my teeth into his bottom lip. He gasped at the pain. I took the opportunity to deepen our kiss. He tried to pull away again, but I held him closer.

This isn't me. Or has it always been like this with me?

He's not mine anymore?

A whore coming in between a newfound couple. Was I becoming my mother?

I really need to sort my shit out.

I finally pushed him back, wiping my lips.

"What do you want from me? I have nothing left to give you." I licked my puffy lips. His eyes followed the gesture. "You have a girlfriend now. I have no one. So, this is how I cope."

"Orihime!"

"Don't call me that, Kurosaki-kun." My voice came out rude, but I had to prove a point. I needed to prove a point. He's not mine anymore. "Please. Hearing that is too much." I turned away from Ichigo. "See you later."

I left the restroom. I left the club.

I left him.

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Ulquiorra found me sitting in the park slightly pushing my feet on the swings.

I don't remember how I got to the park from the club. I just ended up in a random park and decided to play on the swings.

I don't remember telling him where I was or even calling him.

But he found me and joined me.

We sat in silence with only the creaks of the much need of oiling chains. The summer cool breeze blowing and the moon lighting our silhouette.

"He came home with someone new."

Ulquiorra stopped swinging and glanced over at me.

"I waited. But I didn't need to." I blurt out, tears falling from my eyes. "You know the saying, 'You can't have your cake and eat it too'. Well, I have no right to cry." My eyes gazing into his. "I was with you."

"Who?" he replies straight faced.

I bit my bottom lip. His eyes went directly to them. I looked away, breaking the oncoming attraction. "A guy I really liked in high school."

"You love him?" Nodding was the only thing I could do because I was too ashamed to reply. Ulquiorra hummed. "I'm not upset. No one should fault you for having a crush."

"It was more than that… well I think it was. To me personally."

"Are you sure about that?"

I grimaced at his question. Was it more? Would I have done those things with Ulquiorra if I truly loved Ichigo?

"Probably. He has a girlfriend now so what can I do? Besides do something stupid." He silently waited for me to elaborate. "Some random guy at the club gave me a pill… and I ended up kissing him. He then caught me kissing the guy…" my voice trailed off.

Ulquiorra stood up from the swing. He approached me and crouched down to my eye level. His fingers caressed my face wiping away the tears. "So?"

"Does that make me a whore now?"

"Why would that make you a whore?" He dropped his hand confused by my question. "You're nothing of the sort. Hurting and using any means necessary to heal that hurt should not be judged." A glimmer of something filled his face before it went away.

"Still…"

"Okay. How about you use me when you are in pain? I may not be him, but I will never hurt you emotionally." His green eyes glowed. "I will give you the pain you need to cope with but in the form of pleasure. Nothing more or nothing less."

I sniffled. "Such an odd request to make." I laughed, because I love the pain he gives me. He smiles back.

"Do you want me to give you pleasurable pain?"

"Definitely." I stood up along with him. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me close to him.

His lips pressed softly against mine.

While closing my eyes, I saw a blur of orange.

Not caring for anything else but the heat of Ulquiorra's tongue delving past my lips.

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Ichigo seen us. His eyes were on fire.

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Ichigo

Orihime kissed another person... but this guy... they knew each other personally. Their body language said it all.

This was the mysterious guy Tatsuki bragged to him about tonight at the club after Orihime had gone to the restroom. She didn't give me a name or description. She only said that this guy has Orihime's full attention when I'm not here.

That must be him. The man she said took her out to tea and talked. From the way they are acting, they did more than just talk.

Hand in hand they walked out of that park, and I couldn't help but watch it happen. Blood boiling at some mysterious dude taking what was mine.

Going after her wouldn't be wise, because I was taking the dish that was served to me.

This pain of seeing the person you love walking side by side with someone else who isn't you.

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She was ignoring me.

The next day I tried to get in contact with Orihime. Every time I called and text her… nothing.

The messages were still going through. She definitely didn't block me, but my messages are left unread.

Tatsuki texted me saying Orihime was fine and needed time to adjust to my new relationship.

I chopped it up to Tatsuki being overprotective.

I took the incentive to visit Orihime's workplace, but her coworkers always say I just missed her, or she's outside on break.

I only had two more weeks of summer break and I have not seen her once.

All summer if I wasn't with Ayako, I would search for Orihime.

Sitting at home finally back from a trip to Ayako's family beach house, Yuzu was snapping peas and placing them in separate bowls. Karin was on the couch indulging in a mystery drama on the T.V. Dad was still in the clinic helping one last patient.

We hardly talked since I started summer vacation. With Ayako dragging me every which way, I barely spent time with my own family. But not once did they complain about my absence.

I took my phone off the charger and called Orihime once again, praying to hear her voice.

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Orihime

Mid-August

I refused to answer any of Ichigo's calls or texts.

I was still hurt by his new relationship. Seeing it heavily displayed all over Ayako's social media every time I scrolled through the app.

I'm still unsure why I accepted her friend request.

Curiosity.

Tatsuki and Ulquiorra were a huge distraction during their summer break. I was never alone to dwell on the two.

In the time I spent with Ulquiorra, I got to know him better. He was an only child to one living parent. In school growing up he has always been an academic scholar, not the least bit athletic.

"Why destroy your body, when you have a perfectly working brain?"

His favorite subject in school has always been math. Figuring out the different outcomes to questions intrigued him.

He has never been in a serious relationship. He has had his fair share of sexual experiences and grew to like the dominant side of the spectrum. Since learning the ins and outs of dom/sub roles, Ulquiorra searched for a compatible partner.

"Pleasure is meant to be shared among those with the same erotic compatibility."

He complained how dating and relationships were problematic for him because of his select preferences. If one person is not satisfied with constant communication outside of the bedroom, it leads to unnecessary quarrels and jealousy.

Ulquiorra said it was a waste of time and he can find something more productive to do. However, when he had seen me for the first time, all productivity with his time flew out the window.

His mind was filled with different ways on how to approach me and gain my attention after our first interaction. He wanted to know me personally, intellectually, and sexually. Ulquiorra equated it to a modest question.

"Would you like to go out for tea?"

He found what he was looking for with me.

Tatsuki walked into the bakery just as I finished my early shift.

"Hey! I'm right on time." Her friend smiled. "Ready to go?"

"Absolutely." I hung up my apron and grabbed my satchel placing the bakery's hat inside.

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A day full of restaurants and shopping with Tatsuki was what I required to keep my mind off my buzzing phone.

I was happy for the distraction.

But it didn't last long. My phone buzzed again with another missed call from Ichigo. We watched it light up and dim.

As best friends we had to address the elephant in the room. The one thing I dreaded to talk about the whole day.

"He asked me about Mr. Mysterious." Tatsuki licked her chocolate ice cream cone. She wiped the corner of her mouth of any lingering mess. "Practically begged me for more information. He told me he had seen you in the park with him after your little make out session with the club owner." Tatsuki faced me, eyes blazing in anger. "Speaking of which, let me just say, what you did was not cool… not even for my standards. I know I said go all out and have experiences but kissing a random guy in a club is a no no."

I licked my two-scoop mint chocolate chip and sweet potato ice cream. "I know. I was just mad."

"I get it but come on Orihime. No matter how mad or heartbroken you are, you must keep yourself safe." Tatsuki gazed at me in concern. "He could have been a dangerous man."

I couldn't help but chuckle remembering mine and Grimmjow's interaction. "Dangerous… I doubt it. Trouble, yes most definitely." I smirked at her.

She shook her head chuckling at my words. "Wow, Orihime only you could make me being mad at you into a joke."

"I can't help it. I don't like it when you're mad at me." I threw my arm over her shoulder into a sideways hug. "You don't have to worry. I found someone who I can work my heartbreak out with."

"Mr. Mysterious?"

"Yup." I smiled. "His name is Ulquiorra Cifer." As if on cue, his name came across my buzzing phone in an incoming text. Tatsuki smirked.

"Someone is getting laid tonight." We burst out in laughter.

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Ulquiorra: When can I see you again?

Orihime: Do you miss me that much? You saw me the other day.

Ulquiorra: Instead of missing you, I could be kissing you.

Orihime:😊 *blush emoji*

Ulquiorra: I'm addicted to you, and I need another taste.

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After getting home I quickly showered and moisturized my skin. Dismissing the idea of putting on a bra and selecting to only wear a cute bow knot lace, I dressed up in a new oversized graphic tank top, ripped jeans, and canvas sneakers.

Checking my hair in the mirror, a ping for an incoming message came from my phone.

I smiled looking at myself in the mirror.

"Time for a night of pleasurable pain."

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Ulquiorra

I smiled at Orihime's appearance when she opened her door.

I rarely smiled. But she has been my sole reason. I admit I'm truly infatuated with her. Seeing her only two days ago over a cup of coffee at the bakery was not enough to dignify my neediness.

Her curvy frame and beautiful smile beamed at me as she stood by her door. I don't think I will last the night of my plans before devouring her inside the threshold.

To sedate myself, I grabbed her chin and pulled her only a breath away from my lips. I close my eyes inhaling her sweet scent imprinting it into my mind.

Today I plan to make a memory she will never forget. One that will have her mesmerized and learn to love again.

When I open my eyes, her eyes are locked on mine. Anticipating my next move. "I missed you."

I angled my head and seized her lips. She inhales into our kiss, and clings onto my polo shirt. The heat of her body closing in on mine has my mind churning. I wanted her now. In every position known of the Kama Sutra. But I'll wait.

Later, I will have her in every which way after I tell her my news.

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I took her to a midnight carnival.

Her eyes lit up at the bright lights and the joyous crowd. Usually this is not my type of thing, but I know how much she likes fun activities.

Orihime turned to me, eyes still beaming with excitement. Her hand reaches for my own and grasps it.

"Thank you so much!" She kisses my cheek. A small smile finds its way to my lips from her affection.

"Sure, no problem."

For a few hours of easy games and winning her a prized stuffed animal. Her mouth practically watered at the ice cream booth. I got her a cone of a weird combination she craved. She offered me to taste it, but I declined the oddity, choosing to get my own simple flavor.

Sitting on a bench away from the crowd, I decided to tell the truth. "I'm leaving tomorrow evening."

Orihime stopped mid bite of her ice cream. Her face fell. "What?"

I finished my own sweet treat and faced her. "I'm going abroad to finish my studies. It's a requirement for my last year in school."

She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. Her eyes looked away from me as if contemplating how to react properly.

Dropping this bomb on her was bound to happen, but I wished I had told her sooner.

"For how long?"

"It depends. My schooling is for a year, then when it comes to gaining experience… it could be two or three years max I will have to be there."

"Three years!" Orihime screeched. Her ice cream had now been abandoned, leaking all over her hand. "I have to wait for your return in three years," she whispered.

"No." I knew what I was going to say next may end this date quicker than I had hoped. "I don't want you to wait for me."

Her eyes gazed up at me glistening with unshed tears. "Why not? I don't mind," her voice came out small.

"But I do. I don't want to put that burden on you."

"Who said it was a burden?"

"No one in particular, but it is. Who is to say you, or I may find someone else to move on with while waiting? That will not be fair to the other person."

Orihime bit her lip trying to hold back tears. "I understand."

I take her free hand and entangle our fingers. "I want you to be happy even if I'm not here. Don't let anything hold you back from being yourself. Whether the subject is in life, work… or love."

She closes her eyes and squeezes my fingers as if she's holding onto this moment.

"Then take me back to your place." Her watery eyes now encased with a newfound resolve. "Before you leave tomorrow, I want you to give me as much pleasure until I can't take it anymore. I won't hold myself back and neither shall you."

I smirked at her, "Be careful about what you ask for."

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Orihime

"Look in the mirror while you touch yourself." After our moment in the carnival, I kept myself close to Ulquiorra. I did not want our night to end, and he felt it too.

Now back at his place, in his bedroom and naked on his bed, my eyes were heavy with lust. I touched myself plenty of times, but to actually watch myself in front of him was never an option.

Sitting in front of him between his legs with a mirror in front of his bed. We locked our eyes.

His hands ran up and down my thighs. His hot breath hitting my ear. "Open your legs."

As if in a trance, I opened my legs for him.

He hissed at the sight of how wet I was. I was surprised too. The sticky mess parting on my lips.

"Use your right hand and slowly run those pretty fingers down your pussy." With my legs spread and his hot naked body holding me up from behind, I trailed my fingers down my stomach, past my well-trimmed curls, and onto the dripping mess.

"Good girl." He kissed my neck not taking his eyes off me. "Keep going."

All his words were commanding yet softly spoken. Starved of reluctance, I began to touch my clit. Small gentle circles over the bud. My head lulled back onto his shoulder as my eyes closed.

"Open your eyes. I want you to watch yourself. See how beautiful you look when you're overcome with desire."

Sitting up, my eyes roamed all over my body. The flushness of my face, my breast heaving from my deep breaths and his pale fingers running up and down my thighs.

"Please." I pleaded. I needed his hands more on me.

"Not yet." He pushed my auburn hair to the side. He lapped at my tender pulse, before sucking it harshly. "Finger yourself next."

I plunge two fingers inside my core on command. The wet sounds echoing through his bedroom.

A groan came from deep in his throat hearing how wet I was. "God you're so wet." His dick twitching on my lower back at his excitement.

Pride swelled in my chest. I made him this way. I made him greedy for my soaking pussy.

"You like that?" I licked my lips, my eyes burning into his. He growled out an answer without breaking eye contact through the mirror.

His eyes were always watching me. Curiously. Lustfully. Enamored. My heart lurched thinking what it meant.

My other hand trailed down and played with my clit. My body begging for this intense pleasure to never end and wanting more of his caresses on me. The tingly sensations running through my veins causing goosebumps to appear. Both of my hands working fast as I dreadfully tried to reach my highest orgasmic pleasure.

His teeth biting into my neck giving it a hearty suck sent my body over the edge as I came. The throbbing around my fingers and gushy essences pouring out. I sighed at the much necessary release.

Ulquiorra came up from behind me and crawled down from the bed. Grabbing both of my ankles, he pulled me towards the edge. "Wait!" I barely breathed out.

My body was still sensitive, and his touch caused me to whimper. "Wait Ulquiorra, I can't-"

"Yes, you can." He cut me off. His voice was uneven and rough.

His dick was so impossibly hard and weeping with precum. Leaving no room for further protest, he angled my legs to sit on his shoulders. He then positioned his dick at my entrance and plunged in deep.

He let out a sharp hiss as he started to fuck me severely, not allowing me to catch a breath.

The pounding sensations filled every part of my body. I moaned loudly, and tried to grasp onto his arm, the duvet, a pillow, anything to hang on to keep me steady.

"Push your breast together so I can suck them."

His hungering words made my body grow more wet than before. His dick must have felt the overlaying wetness because we both moaned out in pleasure.

I did what I was told. Dropping my legs from his shoulders, his hot mouth captured both of my nipples. He sinks his teeth in my areolas, giving it a pull.

"Ah yes!" The pain of his bite soaring down to my core. His strokes did not let up its rough pace. Moans poured out over and over and his name a mantra on my lips as he sucked at my breasts.

He leaned back and glowered at my trembling body.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I moaned and nodded in confirmation. He has not strayed me in any way to not trust him.

"Good." His hand was then around my neck squeezing. Air was trapped in my lungs, followed by panic rising in my chest. As if he felt my fear, he ordered me. "Breathe." Following his command, I huffed out a breath through my nose. "Good." His hips snapped forward delving deeper.

His hands squeezed and an overwhelming sadistic sense of emotion came over me. I wrapped my hand around his wrist wanting him to squeeze tighter. At the same time, my hips met him with each hard deep stroke.

"Just like that," Ulquiorra whispers. With every meeting of our hips and the hard press of his hand on my throat, I fall a bit more apart under him. Every thrust of his body onto mine has me breathing out his name, holding onto it as if it is my only saving grace.

He angles his hips slightly hitting my spot repeatedly.

"Oh my god… I'm about to come!" I croak out. He lets go of my neck and uses both hands to hold my waist down firmly. He starts pounding into me relentlessly in the same spot. The bed creaking loudly from our bodies moving aggressively.

No sounds exited my mouth as an overwhelming pressure lets loose outside of me. Ulquiorra sucks in a deep breath at the vast amount of wetness soaking his sheets and his thighs.

"Damn you squirted." I hold onto his wrists while he slows his strokes.

"I couldn't help it."

He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach. "It's fine. I'm just happy you did it with me." He positioned his dick and slid it inside my quivering wet pussy. "On your knees." He moved in and out of me agonizingly slow as I tiredly found myself getting into position. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder before sinking his teeth in the flesh.

I cried out at the pain. "Touch your clit." He whispered next to my ear. Without delay I did what I was told. The pulsating of my clit craving my full attention. Ulquiorra inclined back, wrapped his hands around my waist and started going faster with his thrusts. I bit my lip and moved my hand faster against the sensitive nerve.

His breathing increased as he fucked me. His hips became jerkier when I tightened my walls around him. Feeling my body shudder with my approaching orgasm, I removed my hand from my clit and gripped the sheets. A growling roar of my name fell from his lips as he came. I tossed my head back moaning at feeling the hotness of his cum spilling inside of my core. The sensation of his throbbing member spurting out more cum deep inside my cervix, helped triggered my own orgasm.

Stars blinded my eyes from my body shivering with the tremendous climax. Shattering the walls of my overflowing feelings for him, I closed my eyes too tired to dwell on it.

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Ulquiorra stood in the airport by his gate wiping my tears. I didn't want to say goodbye. Not after he revived me into the person I am today in a matter of weeks. A person seeking a pain reliever in the form of sex.

"Remember what I said. You don't have to wait for me. Be happy. If you find someone worthy of your heart, give yourself the chance to relinquish it." He pulled me in for a hug. His fingers stroked my hair as the others tightened around my waist. "Goodbye Orihime."

Holding onto him and inhaling his spicy citrus scent for the last time, I whispered the only words worthy of our moment. "See you later."

To Be Continued…

Author's Notes:

Next chapter will focus on the development of Ichigo and Orihime's relationship.

Until next week!

Songs

Love Drought - Beyonce

Left 4 Me – Rileyy Lanez

Motions – Elliott Trent

Mirror – Ne-Yo

Cum Get It – Tink

Hail Mary – Cairo Gold

Closer To Me – H.E.R